Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *She snickers* Lookitup sometime.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): His eyes roll. "No. Tell me," he begs, eyes still glued to Surly.

Surly (PB2): *if she's close enough to overhear, for once she ignores it, picking up the pace as she moves into her next set of moves. but still focusing on form*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: It's latin fer "toothed vagina". *Clicks her teeth, hopping onto the table* She';s got her very own Sarlaac pit and everyone is Boba Fett.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "Jeez, Iz. Nasty," he mutters with a deep warm laugh as he leans into the chica. "So sick."

Surly (PB2): *punch kick twist lunge, moving faster all the while*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *Slips her arms around him* Well ya know how I am. *She sniffs, smiling* How are you?

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "Good. You," he asks, rubbing his nose to hers. And then a light goes on. "You were jealous!"

Surly (PB2): *she begins to smile as she shifts from katas into shadow-battling*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Hey, I gotta make sure I at least look that way, right? *She snickers, looking over towards Surly*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He snorts, looking almost hurt as he reaches across Iz to explore the bag.

Surly (PB2): *she's moving faster, hair whipping around her shoulders. cold blue eyes burning as she fights invisible whatsits.*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *A six pack with one can missing, of berry vanilla Dr. Pepper. She nips her head to nuzzle the back of his neck*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He shivers and lets out a soft sigh, retrieving one of the soda's. "Between you and her I'm going to get wood. Nock it off, Iz."

Surly (PB2): *by now, in this heat, there's a faint sheen of sweat on her. she keeps going*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *She snickers* Gosh, good thing I'm not wearing my "slutty" outfit... I don't think I HAVE one... What would it show?

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He nibbles her neck before popping open the soda. "You're hot Iz," he murmurs, dropping his hand to her thigh. "honest."

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *She grins* Yeah. But still. Ain't got much to show. *Flicks her fingers throug hher hair* So ya haven't been doing anything neat?

Surly (PB2): *finally, she begins to slow down some*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "I've been playing the rich boy on vacation. I think roomservice is sick of me." He sighs and rubs the cold can against his neck. "I should so start looking for an apartment."

Marcus Souma: *Strutting his stuff, he walks into the park, backpack hanging off of one shoulder. His shirt, which well and truly glorifies the Sex Pistols, is mostly black, his jeans looking about two sizes too big for him.*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Are they yellin' at you in Spanish yet? I could translate for ya...

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "Not yet." He catches sight of Marcus and grins. "Oooh. Foxy. I am so totally surrounded by hotness."

Marcus Souma: *Standing at approximately five feet and six inches, the asian american boy does not make much of an impressive figure. He is not quite intimidating, but there is something about him, his dark brown, nearly onyx, narrowed eyes, perhaps, that make for a mystery, shrouded in fog. It seems to be counteracted, however, by the spiked black hair, striped with some color of dye. It is hard to tell, his hair is so dark. The constantly questioning, ever curious look on his face is only slightly overweighed by bitterness all of nineteen years can bring a kid who's seen too much. His left ear is pierced three times, his right twice. There is a hoop in his slightly smirk-twisted bottom lip. His shirt is loose over his figure, and his jeans as well. His head is held up, watching, as if he simply ... knows better than the world.*

Marcus Souma: d10: per+alert: 5,4,6,10,10,

Marcus Souma: d10: And one more: 3,

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Shit... Do I have to act jealous for the boys, too? *She huffs* Gonna get all wore out...

Marcus Souma: d10: Specialty dice: 7,5,

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He laughs and nips Izzy's ear. "I am what I am, sweet-cheeks."

Marcus Souma: *His eyes widen. He hears that. Ohh, how he hears that. and a shudder shoots over his entire frame.* Sorry man, don't swing that way. REALLY. And SO not a furry either. *He holds up a hand.* Scout's honour.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): Alexi flushes red from the collar of his t-shirt to his raven black hair line and swallows, adam's apple bobbing. "Oh shit...Uh. Sorry."

Surly (PB2): *she resumes stretching out, to cool down this time. tossing her yeloow and red hair back over her shoulders and fixing her scarf*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *She giggles at that, flashing a smile to Marcus* I'll sell him to ya for a buck fifty. He ken carry yer stuff.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): Alexi draws himself up to his full height, unconsciously flexing his impressive pecks and biceps in a display.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Anyone mind an Aryan bitch making her way in? *S*))

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *Pokes Alexi in the belly with a smile*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "Oof!" He flinches and then tenses his abs hard, flashing Izzy a grin. ((Not at all hon!))

Marcus Souma: *He arches an eyebrow to Izzy. Not exactly the strongest of souls himself.* Mmmh. Naw, I'm good. Really. *He smirks.*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *She snickers, leaning against him, green hair tickling his cheek*

Surly (PB2): *cracks her neck as she finishes her shadowspar. adn finds a bench to settle down on*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): And his nose. He huffs to blow her hair away from his nostrils and then offers Marcus a grin. Granted, he is still blushing. "Sorry, man. No offense, hey."

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Marcus: Ooooh, are you? *Angles one brow a bit* Hmmmmmmm.

Marcus Souma: Worse things in the world to get offended by, *he says absently, his eyes drifting... well... a LITTLE down. Just enough not to get caught, and then back up again.*

Marcus Souma: *His head snaps to attention, and he looks back to Izzy. and he grins.* Well. Yes.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Taking one response as an allowance. *S*)) The girl makes her way from the curb around the park in, backpack resting over her shoulders. She has a rather cool demeanor, despite the heat, as she makes her way into the park, looking around as she walks back straight, head high...a condition based on discipline rather then arrogance, really.

Somewhere in her mid-twenties, Annika stands at 5’7” before any heels or lifts come into play. She cuts an attractive frame if you’re in to the Aryan look – and how. Her hair is fine and straight, a pale blonde with several shades vying for attention. The highlights, entirely natural, are nearly white. Full lips, high cheekbones, strong bones, arched eyebrows laying serious and light over blue eyes that gleam with intelligence and clarity. Her skin is fair, all of its summer tan quick to fade under the slightest hint of approaching winter. Her hands are slim, nails a maintained oval. She walks like a woman that knows how to take care of herself, and her bright blue eyes, pale with the promise of a fresh autumn dawn, are almost always attentive. She’s dressed well but not richly in practical clothes fitted to her form, all black.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): Alexi waggles his brow and makes a sad tsking sound, arms going around Izzy and shifting her into his lap so that he can better control her damned hair.

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: How good? *Squiiiiiint*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: d10: Per+Alert: 2,7,6,8,1,

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): And then he gets Izzy's train of thought and frowns, sharp white teeth nipping her neck. "hey."

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: GWACK! *Tugged into a lap*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *And bitten* Halp! I'm bein' nibbled to death!

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She's alert enough, and she looks to the small group gathered. Marcus she recognizes, though it's been a while...she never forgets a face she can match to an insult. He gets a bit of a look. The others are appraised breifly.

Marcus Souma: So good, that the AFTERTASTE has it's OWN aftertaste, *he says sincerely.*

Marcus Souma: *He freezes when he sees the psychotic woman. He offers her a slight nervous smile.* Uhh... hey.

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Marcus: *After she's finished squirming around* So does michelob... An' I wouldn't call dat "good"...

Surly (PB2): *notes blonde chick. whichever one it is. gives her a smirk*

Marcus Souma: That's not true. It only has an aftertaste.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): Alexi frowns, eyeing Marcus warily now, his hands settling possessively on Izzy's thighs.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: Marcus's greeting gets a slight wrinkling of her nose, like a silent snort. She nods to him, though, albeit very faintly. Surly gets another look and a slight smile, purely protocol.

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *So yer more like... Vin Diesel than cheap beer? *Settles back against her new boy-chair, making shure her hair is out of his face*

Marcus Souma: C'ept I've got hair, *he says with a nod to Izzy.*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): Alexi inclines his head towards Annika. Despite the green haired pixie in his lap he manages to make the nod gracious and regal.

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Yes well, nobody's perfect... *A sniff*

Marcus Souma: Yeah. *He sighs.* He can only hope to have hair.

Marcus Souma: ((Okay. Now I have the image of Vin Diesel singing The Hairbrush Song from Veggie Tales.))

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *She snickers, squirms a bit* Yowch. Think I'm sittin' on your keys, babe.

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: [My master plan is clearly working]

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He sighs and shifts a bit. "You know damn well that's not my keys," he rumbles. "Too damn big to be my keys."

Dark-Eye (PB 1): *having pretty much snuck away from Gaia's Hand to visit, she plays the "clueless tourist" bit as she meanders along a pathway of this very famous park*

Surly (PB2): *nods back to Annika with another smirk, and pops her neck again*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: No... That's not your keys... But those are.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Sorry guys, waiting on clarification of a rule.))

Marcus Souma: *He sighs, and flops down on the ground. He looks over to Annika.* Err. So. Uhh... long time... no see.

Marcus Souma: ((Ohhh... *hushes*))

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: d10: Per+Garou Lore-Alexi: 7,8,7,8,3,3,

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "Oh yeah. The keys to my new car," he says, digging his hand into his pocket, one arm remaining firmly around Izzy's waist so that he can dig the keys free.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: d10: Per+Garou Lore-Izzy: 10,3,1,1,6,1,

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *Tilts her head back onto Alexi's shoulder* So prettyboy. Got anythin' planned tonight?

Surly (PB2): *lounges on her bench, cold eyes skimming the area*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "WoWC with Cor at about one. Figure he can safely peel himself away from Paige round then."

Dark-Eye (PB 1): ((I finally get a chance to play Dark-Eye for the first time. Funny that it turns out when I'm not at home *giggle* Oh, & a briefest of decriptions until I get unlazy & write a better one: Dark-Eye is about five & a half feet tall with dusky skin & amber-brown eyes. Her rich, brown hair is rather unkempt & no longer than her shoulders. She’s lean but not whip-thin.))

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks to Alexi and regards the appropriateness of the nod, offering him an equally respectful one back...though the woman leaning against him is dismissed with little more then a raised brow. She looks to Marcus and nods. "Indeed so. It has been a while. I trust your manners have improved?"

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *She snickers* Please tell me yer not an elf.

Dark-Eye (PB 1): *she tries not to gawk too much, or at least to focus her gawking at the landscaping*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "No. I'm not an elf," he says with a snort. "I'm much to virile to play a girly little elf-man."

Marcus Souma: *He looks up to Annika.* Ohh, yes Ma'am. *His eyes drift down a bit, and then snap back up again.* Certainly. Absolutely 100 per-cent.

Marcus Souma: d10: per+alert: 7,6,5,3,9,2,

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *She snicklers, arms reaching back to awkwardly curl around him* 'Course, dat's only if I let you, you know. Might find some music to sneak you into. Or somethin'.

Dark-Eye (PB 1): *though she's still not fully comfortable with wearing clothes she resists the urge to fuss with her shorts & tee shirt overmuch. Her feet feel claustrophobic but she learned the hard way what the sun does to concrete & tarmac*

Marcus Souma: *He does turn to note the newcomer, the movement... perhaps, the only thing attracting his attention.*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Excellent." She nods, ignoring the observation of a less then appropriate nature. No more would be expected of him, from her demeanor. "I look forward to seeing the proof."

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "Music to sneak me into," he asks, brow arching at Izzy as he kisses her throat.

Marcus Souma: Ah. Well... *He scratches behind one ear.* Well, I don't get to see you at all. So you won't, you know?

Surly (PB2): *notes the stranger. doesn't move from her bench*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "Iz, if you keep that up I'm taking you into the brambles," he murmurs.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Mmm. Practicing avoidance. Even better." She looks away from Marcus to Dark-Eye, regarding her as she approaches.

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Yeah. Skip the cover charge to hear some tunes

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Way to discourage me.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: d10: Per+Garou Lore (D-E): 1,5,9,4,5,2,

Marcus Souma: *He smiles, and raises a hand to the newcomer. Ahh yes, avoidance. He hops up, and offers her an arm.* Milady. Come sit with us, for we are but humble travelers! *He speaks in a slightly touched British accent.*

Dark-Eye (PB 1): *while not model material, her looks aren't hard on the eyes, even if she's dressed a bit plain. perhaps it is the way she carries herself. there's a bit of confidance with a hint of caution, but that could be due to being in an unfamiliar environment. she politely greets people he passes with a simple "hello"*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "If I could, I'd make you get up," he says in an undertone to Izzy, eyes flicking towards Dark-Eye curiously.

Dark-Eye (PB 1): *and she's remarkably startled* Oh! Hello! *though she doesn't quite no what to do with the offered arm* Are you tourist too?

Dark-Eye (PB 1): ((Know... even))

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Grrrrr. My lap.

Marcus Souma: *He blinks, watching her with slightly slanted eyes.* Well... we're all tourists in this crazy, mixed up world, sweetheart. *He waggles his eyebrows, and he looks back to Annika. Mouthing the word 'manners'.*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "Yes, Ma'am," he says, chuckling as he downs the last half of his soda with a couple hard swallows.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She shakes her head at Marcus's antics, and looks back to Alexi and Izzy a moment. A shrug, as if to say, 'Ahh, well,' and she moves a little closer to Surly. "Good evening, Miss Surly."

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Izza blonde a friend of yours?

Dark-Eye (PB 1): *blinks, straightening a bit* Oooh. *sounds infinately confused*

Surly (PB2): *a short nod* 'sup? um...Annika, right? *a slight frown*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "Hmn?" He tracks Annika with his eyes and smiles slightly. "No, she's not. I could go make friends though," he suggests with a wicked grin.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): ((Woo. Just call me redundency girl!))

Dark-Eye (PB 1): ((Glee!))

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Correct." She nods faintly. "Your skill at discerning the difference between my sister and I is quite good and very appreciated."

Marcus Souma: *He does put down his arm as he walks, and he leads the crazy girl back to his group.* Jap~ All the women around here are insane.

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: You'd poke the poor girl's eye out... *She murmurs*

Surly (PB2): *shrugs* i try. won't always succeed in that. what've you been doing with yourself lately?

Dark-Eye (PB 1): *tags along with Marcus, tilting her head curiously at him in much the same manner as a canine would*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "And who's fault is that," he asks dryly. "She's not the one squirming in my lap."

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Aaaaaactually... *She grins a bit evilly and clambers from Alexi's lap* Why don'cha?

Simon Gentle: Simon makes his way into the park, still dressed in a dark suit despite the heat. Oddly enough, he doesn't really seem to be effected by it at all. His immpeciable threads look like they cost more many peoples monthly wage. In his hand he carries a seculre looking metalic briefcase. He is fairly young looking, no more then midtwenties and darkly handsome with dark features.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "Bitch," he mutters at Izzy as he stands, hand dropping sereptitiously to adjust himself - well, he tries to do it casually.

Dark-Eye (PB 1): ((Why is the name "Simon Gentle" familiar? Other than being an N/PC.))

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Summer courses at University. Spending time in my dormitory room. Occasional visits here, if I must."

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *Pats his butt* Go getter, Tiger. Rawrl. *And reaches for a pair of sodas. One is tossed Marcus' way*

Marcus Souma: *He looks... VERY confused at Alexi.* I thought you liked guys, *he says with an arched eyebrow.*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): The young Lord arches a brow at Izzy and shakes his hair back, fingers rising to tuck it behind his diamond studded ears. "I will pay you back for this later, Iz," he promises before adjusting himself one last time so that the results of Iz's squirming are not quite so obvious.

Marcus Souma: d10: dex+ath: 7,9,5,7,5,

Marcus Souma: *he manages to catch the soda.*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: d10: Per+Alert: 3,6,9,3,5,

Surly (PB2): *eyes Simon dourly, then nods to Annika* i sucked at my classes. s'why i never bothered with college. your sis still training?

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "I'm a revolving door, Marcus. I swing both ways."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: He looks over at Simon as he walks in, recognizing the man and offering an immediate, respectful nod. Her eyes do briefly flick over to Marcus at his words to Alexi, and her lip curls ever so slightly.

Marcus Souma: *He frowns to Annika.* What?

Dark-Eye (PB 1): *eeps when the can is tossed towards Marcus. good thing he caught it*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *She grins a little* Babe my hair is green already. Not much more you ken do to "pay me back"... *A light snicker* Just think about Pauly Shore nekkid. Always works for me.

Simon Gentle: Simon looks about some as he goes, his dark eyes surveying the open parts of the park as he walks along casually. It wasn't everyday that he made it into the park afterall.

Marcus Souma: *He again shudders at Izzy's words.*

Marcus Souma: d10: per+alert: 5,8,8,6,8,8,

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): His tongue wyrms at his teeth briefly and he snorts. He moves calmly towards Annika, pulling that aura of power around himself without conscious thought and going from playboy to power house in a matter of steps.

Marcus Souma: *He notices Simon as well. Maybe he's just paranoid.*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Nothing," she says shortly, looking at Alexi a moment before she returns her attention to Surly. "As I understand, she is still training with...Mister Grimhild." The ice queen gets a little colder even, saying Arn's name. "That is her choice. I choose otherwise."

Dark-Eye (PB 1): *follows the gaze of folks. blinks then looks back to the others*

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: Marcus: Sooooooo, whodaheckisya?

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): d10: per alert: 9,9,10,3,

Marcus Souma: Oh! *He gives a leggy bow, his backpack slipping to the side uncomfortably.* Marcus Souma, only mom calls me Marcus so just call me Mark. *He nods, and stands back up, pushing his backpack back onto his shoulder.*

Surly (PB2): Grimhild? dunno that name. *shrugs* if youever want to train, look me up. *arches a brow* you like standing all the time?

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He notes Simon and his brow arches slightly before he comes to rest a scant few, respectful feet behind Annika and Surly.

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: I'm Izzy. *Waggles her fingers*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Arn." She says it with barely controlled civility overlaying disgust. "I will be certain to do so. When are you available?" She looks over at Alexi when he stops, nodding to him once again. "Good evening."

Dark-Eye (PB 1): ((That sea urchin is just plain creepy.))

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "Good evening, Miss," he says, nodding and offering her a warm smile.

Caroline McGregor: *She's wandering through the park on her nightly walk-about.*

Simon Gentle: Simon continues on after slowing for a moment. Finally starting to make his way towards the Bramble after one or two glances back behind him.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She considers him for a moment, then offers a polite enough smile. "Allow me to introduce myself. Annika Brandt." She inclines her head in greeting, hands folded over her lap.

Dark-Eye (PB 1): *shifts the weight on her feet*

Marcus Souma: *He looks back to Dark-Eye, and arches an eyebrow.* you can sit down, too, yanno. *He flops down on the ground, cross-legged.*

Surly (PB2): Arn. *ponders, then nods* yeah. he watched while i had a spar with someone. *smirks* it was a draw. she'd not bad. i'm available any time i'm not teaching a class at FD, or if you got the cash for it you can sign up there. take my classes as well as whatever else catches your fancy. *turns to eye Alexi up and down, slowly*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: Her attention is drawn to Simon as he makes his way into the Bramble. A slight raising of a pale brow...something to check on once introductions are made.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "Alexi Rothechilde the Second," he says, brow arching as the lone man heads to the bramble. His head turns slightly, tracking Simon's movement before he turns his attention back to Annika and offers his hand.

Izzy "Patches" Malloy: *She sips her soda, crossing her legs*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): ((Quick reminder - His name is associated with major unpleasantness if you want details, PM me.)

Dark-Eye (PB 1): *blinks* Oh. Oh! Okay. *and does sit on the ground. she does try to imitate Marcus sitting cross-legged. though she has some trouble figuring it out, but she'll get it eventually*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Mister Rothechilde." She pauses a moment before reaching out to take his hand, shaking it very briefly before attempting to release the grip. "If you will pardon me. Miss Surly."

Caroline McGregor: *Alexi is familiar, though whatever unpleasantness is associated with him is unknown to her; the rumour mill isn't QUITE that efficient.*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He bows over her hand very briefly and then turns his attention to Surly. "Miss."

Simon Gentle: And so he slips from sight...

Marcus Souma: *He looks back to her, and perhaps looking back to Alexi. He frowns slightly wrinking his brow as if to remember.* I know that name.

Surly (PB2): *nods shortly to Alexi* you fight?

Surly (PB2): *eyes narrow as Simon wanders off again*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She nods to them both, and glances briefly to Caroline, before she turns to make her way toward and into the Brambles. Worst they can do is tell her to leave.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "When I have to. Excuse me ladies," he says, curiosity getting the better of him. He bows briefly to them and then slips off towards the bramble.

Marcus Souma: *He looks back to Simon vanishing. He is curious, yes. He bites his fingernails.*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Gone 2 Sept))

SEPT OF THE GREEN

Simon Gentle: Simon finally finds himself coming out of the bramble, making a slight face as he does and brushes off some fallen foliage from his coat sleave.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She's a little ways behind, of course, not making any extra move to catch up. Merely making her own way through the Brambles toward the inner reaches of the Sept.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): Alexi slips free with a slight sigh and rolls his head until his neck pops.

Simon Gentle: He makes his way over to one of the benches and sits down, perhaps waiting as he looks about casually.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He glances at Annika and grins slightly before drifting forward to look around the immediate area.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She offers Simon a respectful nod and slides the backpack off her shoulders with a slight wince. She reaches up to brush stray pieces of the prickly shrubs off her clothes with a faint frown, and moves to take a seat on a bench herself.

Simon Gentle: Simon returns the nod, watching her for a long moment. His dark eyes perhaps curious, or just plain intersted in the young woman but that gaze of his does linger before he looks to Alexi.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): Alexi turns and meets Simon's eyes, raven brow arching as he offers a sardonic smile and a slight nod.

Surly: *side-laced pants and a tiny top aren't really good things for going through bushes and brambles. she's rather creatively re-inventing the ancestry and sexual preferences of the Bramble in German as she emerges. gotta give her points--she doesn't actually use any vulgarity*

Simon Gentle: Surly comeing through draws his attention as well now as he finally looks away from Alexi. The woman gets slightly more of a reaction then Annika did but the man doesn't do more then to watch her quietly.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: The appraisal from Simon causes her to go still...she's not one to deny one of the man's blood and station a look-over. The German draws her attention quickly though and she blinks, looking that way with a slight coloring to her typically pale face.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "Well, she gets a five for what I assume are rather colorful phrases," Alexi says, chuckling.

Surly: *smirks to Alexi* damn straight, you uneducated boy. *extracts a thorny stick from her hair with another grunted colorful phrase. much m,ilder, this time. and eyes Simon coldly*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Five what?"

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "Uneducated? Hardly. German is simply not one of my languages of choice."

Simon Gentle: Simon then continues to watch back and forth while watching the two of three of them.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "On a scale of one to ten, lovely Miss Brandt, Miss Surly gets a five for her creativity."

Surly: *smirks to Alexi* if you don't know German, you aren't educated right in my books.

Simon Gentle: Simon grins slightly about something but doesn't make any other reaction really. The briefcase sitting on the ground but still is in contact with his leg.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Ahh. Okay." She nods a little bit, and then looks to Simon. "Rhya...I must confess, I came here out of curiosity. It is said that not often do you grace the Sept with your presence...being busy elsewhere, of course."

Surly: *strides over to another bench and parks herself. watching Simon and Annika. Alexi, for the moment, gets ignored*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She glances to Surly and nods a little, agreeing with her assessment.

Simon Gentle: Finally Simon settles on someone to watch rather then just watch them all, of cousre though those eyes of his are mostly focused on the two women but Alexi does get some attetnion from him as well. Those dark and haunting eyes take in Annika before smilingly. "I prefer my office to the park unfortuatnely... but it is good to get outside every now and then."

Surly: *gives Annika a faint grin and even fainter nod*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): Alexi is quiet, settling into a relaxed stance beside the bench Annika is perched on, his hands folding loosely behind his back.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She smiles and nods, eyes lowered appropriately. "As you say, Rhya. It is good to get out."

Simon Gentle: "Was there anything that you are curious about in particular?"

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): Alexi bows and silently retreats to the bramble.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She pauses a moment and blinks. "And forgive me, Rhya. I did not introduce myself." She rises from her seat and faces him, chin high and eyes low. "Annika Brandt, kin to the Get of Fenris and daughter to Friederich Brandt, departed of the Sept of the Sentinel."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Insert "Adren Philodox, " before "departed."))

Simon Gentle: "A long way from home." he says with a bit of curiousity entering his voice now. "Simon Gentle of the Glass Walkers."

Surly: *she simply settles, watching and listening. eyes flicking to Alexi as he moves. not bothering to introduce herself*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Nothing in specific, Rhya. Merely curious as to the occasion which calls you here, if I may ask."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "An honor," she says with a deep nod.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She doesn't watch Alexi leave. Her attention is on more important people and more important matters. Though it may be noted a subtle tension leaves her frame as Alexi moves away from her.

Simon Gentle: Simon does look over to Alexi as he heads out and then looks back to Surly and then over to Annika. "I have some knews to pass on to Gavin." he says with a bit of a smile.

Surly: *simply stares at the man*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Ahh." She nods. "Something about the recent tragedies?"

Simon Gentle: "Yes, and no." he says to her with a look to Surly. "You would be Surly correct?"

Surly: *smirks* yeah.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks between Simon and Surly, falling silent.

Simon Gentle: He nods about that some as he considers things, then looks over to Annika again. "Have either of you heard of the snipper that took out a suspected Pentex Cheif Financial Officer for one of their front companies?"

Surly: *blinks and shakes her head* no. i don't watch the news.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "I have heard something of the group that was captured, Rhya. But no information of a sniper."

Simon Gentle: He nods a bit, "And it never made it to the news thankfully. One thing that worries me was that the round fired was silver, but the man appeared completely human."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: A slight arching of her brow. "Quite a resource to use to eliminate a simple human."

Surly: *scratches her head* so who was he working for?

Simon Gentle: "A local investment firm." he says with a glance to Surly and then nods over to Annika. "Very, unless the shooter was unsure who to hit with the bullet."

Surly: where'd the bullet come from?

Simon Gentle: He continues to watch the two. "From the condo in the building next door. Approximately the same floor as the CFO's living room."

Surly: *an impatient snort* no. where did the ~bullet~ come from. where was it made? where did he buy it? they aren't too common, from what i know.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Interesting. Someone took out their own, of course, to prevent the spread of information."

Simon Gentle: "Ah," and he smiles about her question. "We are not sure. There is no real place to buy the type of round used. Some people can by 9mm ammunition in silver but it is more of a novelty."

Simon Gentle: He looks back over to Annika. "And why not instead act against those attacking him?"

Surly: *nods* so maybe if you wanna know who, you gotta go where you can buy those kind of bullets. or find peeps who make bullets, or could. *tilts her head at Annika* you think the shooter's like them? *nods toward Simon*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Four targets instead of one. Simple numbers."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Five))

Simon Gentle: He nods some as he considers what Annika says, but looks to surly for a moment as well.

Surly: *arches a brow at the man* so what you gonna do now?

Simon Gentle: "Report the information to Gavin."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "If you know your targets have a speed you may or may not lack, you must take the advantage of suprise. After the first shot, this is gone." She looks to Surley and shrugs. "I do not know. Possibly. But quite possibly not."

Surly: *nods slowly to Annika, pursing her lips* mph. i think if i were to start killing them, seriously, i'd probably learn to shoot and do it that way. *nods* makes sense. even though doing it that way seems like a good way to make everyone think you're a rogue Kin, when really you're like them.

Simon Gentle: "Also report that the CFO's laptop would be dangerous to access without the proper password. Very tough enctryption combined with built in explosives."

Simon Gentle: He nods some while watching the two, listening to her.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: Her nose wrinles instinctively at the mention of a laptop. Weaver things. But it's brief...she is in the presence of a Glass Walker, and then she nods. "And what then, Rhya?"

Surly: why you telling us? *gives him a level look*

Simon Gentle: "Oh, just making conversation... and nothing secret about it."

Surly: *smirks and nods. doesn't really seem like she completely beleives the man*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Of course, Rhya." She nods a little bit to the man, perfectly calm and courteous.

Simon Gentle: And he smiles a little to the two of them.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "If I may ask to be enlightened by someone surely more experienced in such matters, Rhya...what is your opinion on the matter of the assassination of the CFO?"

Simon Gentle: He smiles a little while watching Annika, nodding a bit before he continues. "I'm not entirely sure. In part, Gavin got his lead from an unknown source. The Pack on its own initiative tries to capture the CFO who by their report, tried to run for the balcony... four stories up. Once he was subdued, the silenced shot pierced his head."

Surly: so...sounds like her theory's a good one. he got shut up fast.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She frowns, considering that. "But...the slain officer's actions make no sense. Unless he had ability to escape or make the leap unharmed. Perhaps he was...enhanced in some way."

Simon Gentle: "He might have been, at least in the sense of being a Fomori perhaps but there were no signs after death." and then nods to Surly. "And I would have to agree I think with Annika's theory right now."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Or perhaps he expected the sniper to shoot down any attackers."

Surly: Fomori? *questions, confused. an eyebrow arches* those fucked-up looking people things? not werewolves. things that were people but aren't any more.

Simon Gentle: That gets a bit of a smile. "Very possible." and then smiles to Surly. "Yes, very accurate."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She nods. "The Jotunn. Servants of the Wyrm."

Surly: *nods slowly* seen one. broke the window. i guess, if this dead guy was important, they don't alllooked fucked-up, then.

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: [room for one more?]

Simon Gentle: "Not all of them."

Simon Gentle: (sure)

Surly: *nods* who has his body?

Simon Gentle: "The police do unfortuanately." he says with a bit of a sigh.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Of course!)) "There must be some way to retrieve it?"

Surly: *grunts* that's bad. if he's a Jotunn, then maybe they'll find something they shouldn't.

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~Beauty of noble bearing, the woman makes even wearing her typical simple clothes, typically a t-shirt, jeans and well worn shoes look elegant. Her long light brunette hair is wavy and worn parted to the sides, with light brown eyes that sometimes views the world as a child would. Tonight her wardrobe is a pair of jean shorts, with an Old Navy t-shirt tucked in them, a nice belt with a simple silver buckle and brand new black hiking boots. She moves through the Bramble with ease and into the further depths of the Sept~

Simon Gentle: "We've got a contact close enough to make sure that doesn't happen." he says with a look to Fiona as she comes through into the Sept Heart.

Surly: *nods to Simon* good. better if he or she can filch the corpse. *eyes Fiona*

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: Good evening

Simon Gentle: "Yes, but then we might loose our inside person."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks over at Fiona with a glance, regarding her calmly.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: d10: Per+Garou Lore: 3,6,4,2,8,6,

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: A brief nod, eyes lowering respectfully. "Rhya," she says in return.

Surly: not if you make the right set-up. *a faint smirk* which i am so not volunteering to brainsotrom over. a tactician,i am not.

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3] -> Annika Brandt [PB 5]: [yep. and feels that rage baby ~grin~]

Simon Gentle: He grins some to Surly and nods to Fiona. "We were just discussing the little Pack Action you assisted with Fiona." the man says with a hint of a smile about something.

Surly: *grunts and rises suddenly* got to teach an early class in the morning. going now. *hey,it's more of a farewell than she normally gives....*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Allow me to introduce myself. Annika Brandt, kin to the Get of Fenris and daughter to Friederich Brandt, Adren Philodox, departed of the Sept of the Sentinel." Offered to Fiona, of course.

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~smiles to Simon~ Hello sir. ~then to Annika~ I'm Luna's Heart, wolf-born to the Silver Fang under the shaman's moon.

Surly: *and off she goes. this time, she insults the Bramble's preferred mating activities and partners rather than reinventing its ancestry*

Surly: ((*G* night, guys. mmrr, rather wish i could stay longer--but the toothpicks holding up my eyelids snapped. *wry grin*))

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "An honor to meet you, Rhya." She nods to Surly as she leaves.

Simon Gentle: (sleep well!))

Simon Gentle: "Your pictures do not do you justice." he says to her with a little smile.

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: Rh....oh. Yes. The two-legg..I mean my other name is Fiona.

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: My pictures? ~tilts her head~

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She falls silent as the two Fullbloods copnverse, her posture held strong from that simple matter of discipline. Hands folded in front of her, listening quietly.

Simon Gentle: "Yes." he says but doesn't elaborate he says with a bit of a smile while looking to Annika. "You have a keen mind."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Thank you, Rhya." She accepts the compliment with a slight raise of her chin. "I have worked hard to be of aid to the Nation in any way that I can. I imagine my recent studies are a help."

Simon Gentle: "Did you have any questions then from someone that was there?" he asks of Annika with a smile to Fiona.

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~listens and still is curious about the pictures~ What pictures? ~she finally asks~

Simon Gentle: "The pictures I have of you." he says to her with another smile and then looks to Fiona.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She frowns, considering a moment, before looking to Fiona. "Rhya...if I may ask. What would you consider the man who was assassinated's motivation for leaving to the balcony, based on what you saw? Perhaps you can provide insight there based on things I am not aware of.."

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: How? I don't remember seeing a camera.

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~to Annika~ He was trying to escape and it seemed the best escape route. I had him in a strong hold of my jaws.

Simon Gentle: Simon smiles some, "There are a few camara's hidden around."

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~looks around up in the air, obvious by the gesture she's looking for them right now~

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~as she looks around she considers~ Of course, maybe he figured he had a way to survive the fall from that height. I don't know ~shrugs her shoulders lightly~

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "I see." She nods. "Did you catch any glimpse of the shooter?"

Simon Gentle: And he gets up to move over to Annika, quietly so not to interrupt the talk. "Out around the park, not here." he says softly then looks to Annika.

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: No. I had hold of him by the back of the pants. Had I not been in my natural form, the shot may have made more of a impact on me. Luckily, it only nicked my tail. We didn't have much more time to react to things.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: He looks up at Simon, brow raised, but nods. "As you say, Rhya." She looks to Fiona. "Perhaps we should discuss elsewhere?"

Simon Gentle: He shakes his head, "Oh no, I was merely answering her question about the camaras."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Ahh." She nods a bit, then, as if the strange request made statement now makes sense. "Forgive my misunderstanding, Rhya."

Simon Gentle: "Nothing to appologize for." he says with another smile to Annika.

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: I'm totally fascinated by your electronics. I'm sorry if I was throwing off the conversation. I can sometimes get distracted.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Quite all right." She nods. "I confess, I often have a lack of understanding of Weaver Things as well."

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: I have something to offer to the Sept and have been meaning to do that since I have been here. I seem to keep missing the Grand Elder.

Simon Gentle: He gives a questioning look to Annika and sighs some with a look to Fiona. "Well, I see I shall need to enlighten you both sometime on the benefits of the Weaver in this world."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Was there any other way off the balcony that you saw, Rhya?" She watches Fiona. "A metal ladder, or anything of that matter? Or was it merely a dead end?"

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She actually tries for an apologetic look to Simon.

Simon Gentle: He smiles more about that.

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: Not that I could tell. There was a little bit of furniture out there. No bungee cords, ladders or anything of the like ~shaking her head gently~ It was four stories up.

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: I do have an I-pod ~she says proudly to Simon~ My boy-friend got it for me. That's something else I should speak to Gavin-rhya about.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She nods a little bit to Fiona and frowns. "I...do not believe I have anything else I can think to ask. Thank you, Rhya."

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: I'm sorry I couldn't help you more, Annika.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Not at all, Rhya." She shakes her head. "Thank you for your answers. It did clarify some things. I merely cannot think of the proper questions, if there are any."

Simon Gentle: Simon smiles to Fiona more, "Then you are off to a good start." and then nods to Annika. "You did well Annika."

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: I don't have a phone, but my boy-friend does. If you should wish to reach me?

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Thank you, Rhya."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "That would be good, I believe," she says to Fiona witn a nod.

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~thinks again of the numbers and seems to have a way to remember and gives Annika the number~ His name is Kristof [player can't remember how to spell that Russian last name, but she could and would say it too]

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She commits it to memory and nods.

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: Talking of which, I should get back home to him. I will try to find Gavin-rhya another night.

Simon Gentle: Simon memorizes the number too but doesn't say anything. "It was nice meeting you, I should be going as well." he says.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Good evening, Luna's Heart-rhya. Thank you again."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "And you as well, Simon-rhya."

Simon Gentle: "A good night to you as well Annika." and then he turns to start making his way out.

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~smiles more that she was called by that name~ And have a wonderful evening too Annika. It was a pleasure meeting you. And you too Simon-rhya. You can also reach me at that number should you need me. ~added as an after thought~

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She nods, letting the other two leave before taking a deep breath. She looks around with a faint frown, then makes her own way out. ((Thanks for the scene, guys!))

Simon Gentle: "Thank you as well Fiona." and nods to her with a little grin. ((Thanks! It was fun :) ))

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: [thank you too] ~heads out of the Heart and back home~