Annika Brandt [PB 5]: The girl makes her way into the Sept...for once, she's wearing something a bit different. A heavy leather jacket, bought out of a thrift store, is over the usual all-black practical clothes. She adjusts the backpack on her shoulder, looking around as she makes her way along the paths.

Selena Blades: ((Hey, wanna see a BF go off during her moon and on a man?))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: ~just a sliver of a moon out tonight, the Rage even in the most fervent of Garou calmed beneath Luna's barely open eye. Within the glade beyond the bramble all is calm and serene. At least on the surface, those in the know are privy to a completely different world, one of tension and anger. One of potential conflict just beyond the horizon. As the interfaction tension builds there's a question dominating the minds of many Garou...when will you Rage?~

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Ohhhh, this is gonna be ugly.... *EG*))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (I do!)

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ((~Giggles~ Sounds like fun))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *Arn sits quietly amidst the lush grass perhaps pondering recent events, perhaps just meditating. Either way he's mostly quiet only passively paying attention to the comings and goings of the Guardians and others*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She pauses there, looking around, and her eyes fall on Arn. Her lips quirk a little, and she goes to take a seat on the nearest bench.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~To which the always pleasant (ok maybe that's a stretch) Maya sitting behind Arn, back leaned up against his, listening quietly as she passes the flask over her shoulder~

Dara: *hanging out under a tree, black bondage pants and a misfits babydoll tshirt, shes got a sketchpad on her lap, idly looking about the clearing, backpack beside her*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he reaches over his shoulder to take the flask, he takes a large gulp of the whiskey contained within, and then passes the flask back* We should've carried a Keg in here. *he comments quietly knowing there's not nearly enough in that flask to get either of them much more than buzzing*

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She chuckles, taking it back, and a swig from it~ I didn't think the Guardians would appreciate it. But I brought the spare.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): Despite his better instincts Alexi makes his way into the Sept. His steps are firm and his chin is held at a proud, arrogant angle. Soft blue-black waves frame his handsome face, tendrils tucked behind his diamond studded ears and tickling at the collar of the white t-shirt he wears tucked into a pair of designer jeans. A wide gold cuff bracelet hugs his right wrist and a slim gold band rests on his thumb. Black, highly polished combat boots barely scuff the walk as he moves.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She shakes her head a little bit at the two Grimhilds and sets her backpack down on the bench next to her. She opens it up and dips a hand inside, bringing out a notepad and pen. She opens it up and starts to write.

Galen Mackenzie: Lying on his back near the brook, hands laced behind his head, idly looking at the stars. Every now and again he glances toward Arn and Maya, listening to their banter.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Ah..you always were good at planning ahead *he says to Maya as he glances towards Annika* Evening Annika.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): Alexi glances around quietly, one hand rising to push through his hair, ruffling it around his face.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): Alexi glances around quietly, one hand rising to push through his hair, ruffling it around his face.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She lifts her eyes to look around for a bit, raising an eyebrow, and giving Arn a nudge with her elbow before passing the flask over again~ Well lookie here....... The chicken shit, weak little bitch that can't say jack shit to people's faces, simply make idle threats in languages she thinks no one else can understand. ~She sneers Annika's direction, and speaks to her in German~ *Ger* Did you run and tell your little friends we were picking on you?

Dara: *looking up every once in a while, clickclickclick from within her mouth before eyes go back to the sketchpad*

Hauser (PB 3): Hauser wanders into the Sept, looking around with head held high and a wicked little grin about something. He's wearing pretty much what he wore the other evening, old fashioned military trousers with shiny jackboots. His military jacket is open to reveal his bare muscled chest with the Get Tribal symbol tattooed over his heart. On his left right cheek are two jagged looking scars that almost look sielf inflicted. His hair is short and blond in a high and tight.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks up at Arn, eyes narrowing a bit before she looks back down. "Good evening," she murmurs as she writes.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he takes the flask and takes another swig before passing it back*

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She pushes the flask back to him, turning her eyes from Annika to peer over her shoulder at Arn~ Keep it and finish it off. I'll start the next one. ~She smirks, digging the second flask from her back pocket~

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): Alexi lifts a hand in a slight wave to Dara, flashing her a grin.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ~Ger~ "You wish they were little friends, I'm sure." Said without looking up.

Ewan 'Back Attack' O'Maily [PB 3]: *Ewan makes his way into the sept as he normally does playing his gutar. He's been keeping his head down and his ear out since the arival of the new pack. He really doesnt know what to think beyon his gut feeling, which isnt good. No one culls the poeple his birth place unless it is him.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he shrugs and swigs down the last of it*

Hauser (PB 3): Hauser looks around the Sept, and then makes his way over towards Annika.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She purses her lips over at Annika into an unamused smirk~ *Ger* Not likely. Do you see me running to them to protect me from the "facist traitors"? Why don't you speak up and say it now, hmmm? In english, so they can all understand your lying cunt of a tongue.

Dara: *blinkblinking, she waves to alexi and gives a little grin where shes sitting under a tree*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She glances up at movement, smiling as she sees Hauser come in. She sets the notepad aside and rises to face him, head inclining slightly, eyes lowering. "Rhya. Good evening."

Galen Mackenzie: Rolls over onto his side, eyes running over Annika, then turning back to Maya appraisingly. This could get interesting. Not naked oil wrestling interesting, but still. Eventually hearing movement elsewhere in the vicinity, he looks around, not recognizing anyone other than Dara.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He tracks Hauser towards Annika with his eyes though his brow does arch at Maya's language selection.

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): She hadn't been around the Sept for a little while and was in the mood to go out and see what was going on. Claire is dressed in a catholic school girl outfit (very short skirt) complete with a very large upside down silver cross for her jewelry. In she struts definitely the proud little Silver Fang kin that she is.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He adjusts his trajectory to take him to Dara's side and settles almost gracefully beside her. "Hey, girlie."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: Maya gets a glance and a glare, but she holds back from saying anything. Someone worth speaking to is here.

Hauser (PB 3): "Fancy meeting you here Annika." he says with a little grin before looking over to Maya. Those eyes of his roaming over her, appraisingly.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he rises slowly when Hauser enters, he greets the other Fenrir with a nod* We've not be formally introduced. I am Arn Grimhild, known by deeds as Demon's Dance, Fostern Modi of the chosen of Fenris. *he does not seem as unedge as either of the Fenrir kinfolk but he makes a point to stand in between them*

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She chuckles, flipping her middle finger up in Annika's direction, then looking over at Hauser as she takes a drink from the flask retrieved and raises an eyebrow~

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Yes, well...it's dangerous outside." She smiles to him. "Don't want to get assaulted by a bad element." She follows his gaze toward Maya, though hers is certainly in response to her own words, rather then Hauser's reasons.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (unedge should be on edge..yikes)

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She grumbles when her backrest moves, then slowly rises as he starts in with his formal greeting, eyes going to Hauser again~

Ewan 'Back Attack' O'Maily [PB 3]: *He finds himself a nice place to sit down and play. His eye's wonder over sept and slowly stopping at teh group of poeple. Slowly his music becomes lighter in attempt to hear better whats going on.*

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): She watches the others gathered around, preferring for now to be the observer.

Dara: *the girlie gets a crooked grin and raised brow as she takes her fingers to his lips to move them playfully* Da-ra....say it with me now....Da-ra*giggling softly, ducking from any retaliation* Ill take birdie girl or bird brain, but girlie is tallmans domain....*flicking a gesturing hand towards arn*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (yes and be should've been been....sorry watching TV.)

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He laughs and playfully licks Dara's fingers as she puts them to his lips. "Gotcha."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She glances over toward Dara and Alexi, and shakes her head before looking back to the greeting between Arn and Hauser.

Hauser (PB 3): Hauser looks to Dara for a moment after listening to Arn making his introduction. The eyes narrowing briefly before looking back over to Arn. "Hauser, Flesh Ripper, Fostern Modi of the Reapers of Sin Pack." he says to the man, sounding pretty proud of himself while crossing his arms over his chest.

Dara: ewwww?*wiping her fingers on his arm*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): Alexi's brow goes up, his shoulders tensing slightly as he sits forward a bit, paying more attention to Hauser and company.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~Her eyes flicker over to Dara and Alexi, then over to Galen, then back to Hauser, stepping over a bit so she's more to Arn's side and back a step or two~

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Well met. *he gestures behind him* This is my sister Maykaelia, a half blood of the Fenrir.

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): She finds a bench to sit on, sucking on the crucifix, thoughtfully.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She smiles, chin rising just a little bit as the pride in Hauser's voice inspires some scant amount of her own.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She squares off her shoulders proudly, meeting Hauser's gaze with a nod~ Greetings, Rhya.

Dara: *rolling her eyes and shaking her head she goes back to the sketchpad, the pencil moving every once and a while between looks up at the others*

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He smirks and glances at Dara, hand rising to rub at his arm.

Ewan 'Back Attack' O'Maily [PB 3]: *His eye's are drawn to Hauser once he says that, giving a long look. Once he is done he stands up and shoulders his gutar. Ewan darts his eye's around as if he doesnt know what to do, which is exactly true.*

Hauser (PB 3): He grins about something while he stands there, looking once more around the gathered. His eyes stopping on Alexi now before he just shrugs a bit and chuckles before turning back to Annika. "Seems so busy tonight."

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He inclines his head regally to Hauser as the man's eyes flicker over him, offering up a hint of an arrogant smile.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: It seems you're quite the celebrity Flesh Ripper-yuf. You're the first I've seen that would actually turn Annika's head.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "It is rather busy tonight," she says with a nod. "Perhaps people have found themselves desiring to spend more time within the sanctity of a Sept as of late."

Hauser (PB 3): "Well, what can I say? I've got got the right breeding." he says before giving a little grin to Annika.

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): She continues to watch and listen quietly, crossing a leg over her knee, pulling down at her skirt for a moment, then giving up on it. Thing was still a bit on the short side.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He arches a brow as he leans back to see what Dara's drawing. "Nose isn't quite right," he murmurs, leaning briefly into her shoulder.

Dara: *pierced brow furrowing at the page, she grumblegrowls and crumples it up, taking a deep breath and letting it out before trying again, eyes flicking up every once in a while the direction of the get*

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs quietly at that and then turns his attention elsewhere. He nods to Dara and then narrows his eyes at Alexi. His gaze lingers on Claire for a long moment before shifting to Galen and Ewan whom he also nods curtly too*

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): ((oh forgot: www.obsidianroses.com/claire.htm))

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ((Sorry guys. Getting mauled by the kitten. Meant to update ~L~))

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks at Arn a moment, brow furrowing, before Hauser's words draw a smile to her lips. She looks at him and chuckles some. "Yes, that would likely be why, Rhya."

Galen Mackenzie: He rearranges himself into a sitting position, ankles crossed, propped on his elbows, blatantly watching Claire while Arn and Hauser speak. It isn't that he's not being attentive...neither of them could pull off delectable in a skirt that revealing.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): Alexi nods to Arn, brow arching at the narrowed gaze.

Hauser (PB 3): "So anything new going on?" he asks to everyone gathered. Claire does get a bit of a look to for a moment and then back to surveying everyone.

Dara: *arn gets a wave his direction and a grin before eyes go back to the new whatever shes doing on the page*

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She lets her eyes wander off again, then nudges Arn~ I'm going to walk a bit. ~She turns, nodding once to Hauser, then moving off slowly~

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: The Walker Mercury, I believe he was looking for you Hauser-yuf. It seems he wishes to test your might.

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): She stops sucking on the crucifix and lets it hang back at her neck again as it falls into her lap, brushing some of her hair behind her ear. She gives a shy little smile as she catches a few looks her way. But continues to just be quiet as she watches.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he looks back at Maya and then says quietly to her* Something wrong sister dear?

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): Alexi's brows pop upwards and he flicks his tongue over his lips.

Hauser (PB 3): "Isn't he the one that likes to flap his dick for money?" he asks with a straight face as he looks over to Arn.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks over at Maya, watching her head off with a smirk. "Good evening, Miss Grimhild. Walk safely."

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): Claire can't help but smirk hearing Hauser's comment.

Ewan 'Back Attack' O'Maily [PB 3]: *During his dartings his eye's fall on Claire. The sucking of the cross and school girl alfit deffentally gets his attention. He walks over to her direction, not susbecting anything since that damn vow is still over him. The barily fifteen year gives her a smile and nod.* Whatsup? I'm Ewan 'Back Attack' O'Maily Caith Fennia of the Rising Dawn. *He puts his hand out.*

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She glances back to Arn, and gives him an all too sweet smile, responding quietly~ No, not really. I just would rather bend myself backwards and kiss my own ass than pretend to be nice to someone that has already done nothing but prove they are a weakness. ~She bats her eyelashes, then leans in and gives Arn a kiss on the cheek~

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *that response draws a raised brow* I know little of the man, perhaps that is to be considered lucky. He is a capable fighter...although he balks at entering the shadow. His Rage burns brightly...and he has...little self control.

Andrea Angotti: Andy struts lazily into the Sept, hips swaying with every step. She's dressed for the heat in a pair of skin tight and ripped to high hell blue jeans that are more skin then fabric and a triangle of black cloth that ties at her neck and just above her hips, leaving the glorious inkwork on her back bared to the eye. Her chestnut curls are pulled up into a high ponytail and she's wearing just enough makeup to make her girl-next-door face pop.

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): She blinks when she's walked up to, not expecting anyone to do that. A small lick to her lips before she takes his hand to shake. "Nice to meet you Ewan. I'm Claire Haviland Carrier, great great granddaughter of the father of the air conditioning industry, Willis Carrier, and kin to the Silver Fangs. A pleasure indeed. I have not met many Fianna since coming here."

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): Snorting, the young lord stretches and shakes his head ever so slightly.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he shakes his head at Maya* No one is calling on you to feign nicities or mask your feelings.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~Her eyes flit back to Annika, one eyebrow twitching, the smile gone in but the bat of an eyelash, along with any warmth to her gaze. She doesn't say anything, but simply turns once more and starts walking slowly over towards a nice open spot less populated~

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: The smirk vanishes instantly, eyes going cold on Maya and her expression becoming something vaguely similar to that of a snake about to strike.

Hauser (PB 3): "I'll have to try and keep from laughing when he decides to challenge me." he says with a hint of a grin. "It will be good to prove his weakness."

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She nods to Arn's words~ I understand brother, but I will not stand there and make you look in poor taste because of my opinions of that little bitch.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "I gotta go," he says, kissing Dara's cheek. "I have about a pound of paperwork to do for the Estate."

Andrea Angotti: Free of the munchkin for at least a few hours, Andy heads towards the sound of voices, thumbs tucking in her pockets.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ~Ger~ "I'd like to see you say such things outside of the protection of your brother." She hisses it out to Maya.

Dara: kay....later..*nodding to alexi as he gets up, giving a wrinkled nose and slight smirk to him*

Hauser (PB 3): Hauser looks between Annika and Maya with a bit of a grin as he stands there still with his arms crossed over his muscular chest.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): He ruffles Dara's hair and heads out, pausing long enough to nod to the knot of people. "Rhya's. Madame."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: I look forward to your conflict. *said to Hauser before looking back to Maya* You're not casting any poor light upon me Maykaelia. You're confident in your ability to contain your wrath. She will not confront you directly with anything but words. There's not reason to leave.

Ewan 'Back Attack' O'Maily [PB 3]: *He smiles more brightly as he shakes her hand. Its been a while to have contact with the female hand besides Kristinia's fist during sparings, so he holds it a moment longer.* Yeah there's a couple of us I think, but not to many. *He shurges his shoulder giving a glance to the group.* But I not going anywhere. *Gives another smile.* I'm one of the natives.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She stops, turning ever so slowly, her gaze every bit as icy as a moment ago as she looks back to Annika~ *Ger* I'm not the one hiding behind anyone to say things threatening to people in another language you stupid waste of good breeding.

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): "I'm a native New Yorker, just not from the city here," she smiles to him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Tread lightly Lordling. *said to Alexi as the man makes ready to depart*

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~Her eyes flicker back to Arn, her jaw setting with that all too familiar look he knows. She starts moving back towards them, gaze flickering back to Annika~

Andrea Angotti: She eyes the little group a bit warily and settles on the edge of a bench, propping her powerful arms on her knees as she leans forward.

Alexi Rothechilde, II (PB 4): "Be well," he says to Arn.

Dara: auuuugh*grumbling at the ruffle to her hair, she tries to bat away the offending hand but he moves off before she can*

Galen Mackenzie: A very bemused expression on his face, he coughs, having to turn away from Claire and Ewan, not wanting to call attention to the boy's unrefined introduction. This gives him another opportunity to regard Maya and Annika.

Hauser (PB 3): Hauser does glance to the newcomer Andrea before looking over to the retreating Alexi who he narrows his eyes slightly before looking back to the little situation between Maya and Annika.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ~Ger~ "If they can't speak the language, they don't deserve to understand the words." She barely holds back from spitting in Maya's direction...not one to defile sacred land. ~Ger~ "One day, our paths will cross without the Fullbloods around. We'll see how well you hold up."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he holds his arm out to block Maya's path* Annika is not a fighter Maya. That your prowess with the blade or your fists exceeds hers is not in dispute.

Andrea Angotti: Andy offers Hauser a teasing smile and settles back, tongue flicking over her lips.

Ewan 'Back Attack' O'Maily [PB 3]: *The squeeze deffently made the young Caiths day, he'll most likely end up writing a song about it, as his face lights up a bit more. He slowly lets go of the hand nodding.* Up north? Ya might know my father Jasper, since well *He shifts his eye's.* all ya's richies have though balls and things.

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): Her eyes pass over those gathered for a moment before her attention seemingly returns back to Ewan.

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): "Is he from the Buffalo area?"

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She sneers, popping her neck and slipping the almost full flask back into her back pocket~ *Ger* Are you calling my brother unworthy? You have NO fucking clue what true worth is. I'll take you up on the challenge anytime you even think you're ready to play with me little girl, and when you have to crawl back to the protection of your precious fullblood I'll be sure to kick you in the fucking cunt while you're down since you seem to like doing it to those you think are so unworthy and taking away your only real value to our people.

Dara: *deep breath, back to the back and forth looking to the get gathering and whatever shes doing on the sketchpad*

Hauser (PB 3): He gives a little smirk over towards Andrea at look she gives and then looks over to Arn about something before looking to Annika to see how she responds to that.

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): Something suddenly seems to strike her as amusing, as she gets a very big smile, again pushing some hair behind her ear.

Andrea Angotti: "Might be a fight worth watching if it were in English," she mutters, sounding a bit bored as her eyes flick from Annika to Maya.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She looks over at Arn when he stops her~ Might want to tell her that, since she seems to think she might be able to have a shot at besting me in some combat without you fullbloods around. ~Her tone softening, but only the slightest when she speaks to her brother~

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Unless the contest is who can carry more books to class I doubt Annika will measure up.

Ewan 'Back Attack' O'Maily [PB 3]: *He shakes his head.* No just another New Yorker native, but like ya. Not born in the city. * He gives a look to the group again and gives a questioning look and then back a Claire again with a smile.*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks at Arn, eyes a little cold. "With all due respect...Rhya...you've never seen me fight." Her eyes look back to Maya, and she smirks. ~Ger~ "You may wish to stop drinking. It seems to have given you delusions of importance. My worth is not in doubt. Unlike others around here, I respect my duty to my people. And I challenge you to prove those words. If not, I expect an apology."

Andrea Angotti: "We could just get the girls a ruler and let them measure their imagined cocks," she suggests dryly.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs a bit* It doesn't matter if I've seen you fight Annika, I've seen my sister. And you are not her equal. There is no shame in that, you do not train your body as she does hers.

Hauser (PB 3): He moves closer to Annika with a bit of a grin about that, watching Maya from the side of the Kin.

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): She shifts in her seating, switching legs, this time as she crosses them, the skirt rides up and shows a bit of bare hip. "It certainly has been far from boring since I've arrived."

Dara: *chewing on her lipring, soft clicking inside her mouth, her lips twitch at the corners*

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She sneers back to Annika~ Is that a formal challenge? ~Said in english, plain as day, the fire dancing in her eyes~ And the day you get an apology from me, worthless little whore, is the day hell freezes over and I turn my back on my own duty to my people.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Stop interrupting Dara. Your incessant chatter is enflaming tempers.

Galen Mackenzie: Damn the women, why do they have to speak in a language he doesn't know? The Fianna's attention oscillates between Arn and Hauser, less curious about the contention the women have than about what the Get were discussing before.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She snaps her head toward Andrea and scowls. "I doubt you'd be interested. They wouldn't be animal ones." Ooh, someone's heard of Andy. And isn't impressed.

Ewan 'Back Attack' O'Maily [PB 3]: *Ewan try's his best to make it like he isnt checking out her bare hip. He gives a small frawn at what she said and nods to her.* Yeah...same here.

Andrea Angotti: Ignored, Andy just grins, making powerful frame comfy on the bench.

Andrea Angotti: "Least I know what I like sweety pie," she purrs, smiling oh so sweetly.

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): Another small little smirk tugs at her lips as she listens to Annika and glances to Andrea.

Dara: *arn gets a quiet snicker before she gives up on the sketchbook and stuffs it and the pencil into her backpack* y'know motor mouth me man.....mile a minute.....

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *raises an eyebrow at the animal comment. He looks towards Andrea.* Curious.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She regards Andy with nothing less then disgust, then looks back to Maya. "Prove that I've done what you've said, Grimhild. Or shut your lying mouth."

Andrea Angotti: "Seems someone doesn't get the animal nature of half her family," Andy says, shaking her head slightly. She doesn't seem in the least bit ashamed.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Prove your own words Annika. The blade cuts both ways.

Hauser (PB 3): Hauser does look to Andrea for a moment, giving a questioning look before looking back to Maya and Arn. Grinning a little about something.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: I tell no lies. You can ask my brother on that matter. ~She lifts her chin~ And it's not -your- place to tell me when I can and cannot speak. Use your mouth to better serve others. Or should I say.... service others. Maybe then we can be graced with knowing you're getting a lesson in what your true value is.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Are you two going to lock horns? This is becoming tiresome.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Someone just prefers not to debase themselves to common animals for profit." Her temper's digging her in deep, it seems...willing to fight two fronts.

Andrea Angotti: "Um, sweety? Was that supposed to hurt," she asks, rolling up to her feet. "Cause seriously, the money's just a perk."

Dara: *sketchbook away, she looks towards the others before relaxing back onto her pack, watching openly with interest*

Maya Grimhild [PT]: So what's you're excuse? Hmmm? ~She raises her eyebrows, hands going to her hips~

Hauser (PB 3): "I don't think this is the time or place for the two to settle this matter." he says to Arn. "Though I think it would be entertaining to see exactly what your sister is made of."

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~Her eyes flicker over to Arn with a smirk~ She set forth a challenge, I accepted. It's not my fault she's too weak to step up.

Ewan 'Back Attack' O'Maily [PB 3]: *He glances over to the group again, wondering if her heard all that right. Now...its not like he's never thought of it, but again there really much point to. He gives a sigh, that vow is really taking the fun out of being a horny teenager.*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "And Rhya...I submit to you that I have made no false claims, tonight or any other night. And if you believe I have, I would ask that you tell me what they are."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he moves across the clearing and snatches Dara's bag digging her sketch pad out of it*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Okay, folks, I'm calling a mite unfair here. Annika can't step up, or she would. Playtesting rules.))

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): She leans over to Ewan, draping an arm over it for a moment as she talks to him quietly.

Dara: gah HEEEEYYY ARN CUT IT!!*trying futiley to get the sketchpad back* cmon!

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he nods to Hauser* I'm sure she'll unpretty Annika...as unfortunate an occurance as that might be.

Hauser (PB 3): ((Exactly, which is why we are asking to put it off to another time. Unless just want me to toss it in to approval after looking over things on the history that got resent.))

Andrea Angotti: "Might give her some character," Andy says sweetly, eyes flicking over Annika.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She raises an eyebrow~ By claiming one doesn't know the tongue makes them unworthy, is belittling even those of the highest ranks of this Sept and our cousins. You spit in the face of all just because they can't speak German. Thus, you throw insult to all, even the fullbloods that fight and die each day protecting Gaia. You spit in the face of everyone here, and to top it off, you insult my own brother. That, little girl, is enough for me to show you what strength is in a halfblood.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he hands Dara back the bag but keeps the sketch pad. He starts flipping through it* Who's this with the horns and little spiked tail supposed to be?

Nyte: ((Mind if Dara's man comes looking for her?))

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ((Agreed, I don't expect Annika to step up, because Maya isn't going to step up either due to PTing rules and all that. heh.))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (tis open)

Andrea Angotti: Maya's words though make her smile, pride softening the wicked curve of her mouth. "And THAT is what it is to be kin."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Problem is, she will, and I'm not cool with her being called a coward for not stepping up, 'cause I can't defend that IC.))

Hauser (PB 3): "You two, knock it off." Hauser finally says with some force to the two. "We'll settle this later, as I said this Sept is not the place to find the truth of this matter. Understood?" he says looking between the two of them.

Dara: *rolling her eyes and taking the bag back* its jes a sketch arn.....manga...anime....member? those books I was readin before? with all tha fightin an stuffs?

Ntwadumela: Either he's getting better at finding his way, or the loud voices are carrying. Regardless, the 'old man' has arrived. Hair tied back, and color of the day is green.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She scowls, pissed as hell that Maya got the last word in, but she nods to Hauser. "Yes, Rhya. Of course."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he looks towards Hauser as the man interjects to settle the matter. He keeps flipping through Dara's sketchbook seeming resigned to the fact that the situation is well in hand*

Hauser (PB 3): And he does give a look of menace to Maya to make sure she knocks it off. One of his strong hands squeezes Annika's shoulder.

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): The pretty little Silver Fang kin just continues sitting on the bench with an arm that was temporarily draped over Ewan's shoulder as she spoke quietly.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She nods, her eyes shifting over to Hauser~

Ewan 'Back Attack' O'Maily [PB 3]: *That brings a blush to the kids face but of course he listens intently to her. He gives a nod. Turning his attention to the group once more.*

Andrea Angotti: Andy winks cheerfully to Maya and gives her a semi-discreat thumbs up.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: This last one isn't very good. *he says to Dara with a critical tone. Likely he's joking but he sounds serious enough*

Dara: yeeeah well....given more time might be better....not a good angle either but ya aint seen me gettin any closer....*shaking her head slowly to arn*

Ntwadumela: Mel finds a comfy spot near Dara, throwing an arm around her and listening, his eyes going over... whoah... it's like some freaky nightmare zoo.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Is this one supposed to be of Maya? Why'd you draw her with little X's over he eyes and stars around her head? She hasn't had that much to drink *of course there is no such picture*

Hauser (PB 3): "Good." he says with a menacing little growl in his voice as he looks over to Ntwadumela and he gives him a bit of a look before looking over to the others.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: The hand on her shoulder calms her a little, though she's red in the face, still absolutely livid. She gives Maya a stare of absolute death before looking to the side, off into the distance. Controlled breaths, to calm herself.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (whoa!)

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): She grins to Ewan, again watching and listening to everything and everyone around her.

Ntwadumela: Mel, well, is Mel. He smiles where he's at, if he notices dirty looks at the moment, he doesn't voice them.

Hauser (PB 3): He then actually smiles to Annika, "You did good girl, keeping your temper despite her efforts to draw you here on sacred ground." and gives a look over to maya before Ntwadumela and Dara's closeness gets his attention and a look of hatred flashes through his eyes.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She shoots a glare over at Arn, then turns, and starts moving off once more~

Andrea Angotti: Shaking her head, Andy slips close to Annika and Hauser. "Says something sweety that you know what I do without even knowing my name. Get a little curious about what it would be like to be mounted?"

Hauser (PB 3) : ((Change nick everyone))

Dara: *she smirks and snickers to arn* reglar comedian again t'night tallman....*blinking as mel puts his arm around her, murmuring softly to him*

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): d10: per/alert Dara whisp: 3,9,8,7,3,8,2,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he flips Dara back her sketch pad and then moves after Maya* Maya, don't turn your back on me.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: The praise helps her calm more then the breaths, and she looks up to him with a gracious smile. "Thank you Rhya. You honor me with your words." He follows Hauser's gaze, and her lip curls some. ~Ger~ "Everywhere you look, I swear to Gaia..."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Whoo! Attack of the Clones!))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (Ani...*lol*)

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She stops, looking back at Arn~ I'm not. I was moving away from the situation at hand. ~A glance over to Annika and Hauser, then back to Arn~

Hauser (PB 3) : Andrea's words though draws his attention to her and he tilts his head some. "You say something?" he says to the Italian woman.

Andrea Angotti: "Just wondering how your arm candy knows what it is I do for a living given that we've never met."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She fixes Andrea with a stare. Oh, her, too? "The people in this city have loose lips. Looser then even you."

Ntwadumela: Mel nods, stretching his legs a bit.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he moves over towards Maya and gives her a rather rough but still playful shove* Patience is a virtue Maykaelia..you've got enough vices..perhaps balancing them out will do you good. *a mini lecture likely just more teasing though*

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): That smirk tightens at her lips again.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Hey! No emo-whiny-Ani here! *G*))

Andrea Angotti: She tsks her tongue gently at Annika. "If you're attempting to insult me or make me ashamed you're going to have to try harder. Much, much harder then that. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I know how to please a true born in all his skins."

Dara: *she takes the sketchpad and stuffs it into her backpack, eyes flicking about everywhere*

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She snorts, reaching out to give him a shove right back~ Oh like -you- have any room to talk about patience. Don't lecture me on it Arn, until you learn about it for yourself.

Ntwadumela: Mel blinks, watching Andrea for a moment, and thinks a bit.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ((~Falls over in seisures~ Emo...... ewwwww))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (*lol* God I hated that actor. Thank god he's never worked again ((I think)) )

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Yes, including his horse skin, from what I hear." She shakes her head. "I can't imagine any true Fullblood that would taint himself inside you."

Ewan O'Maily [PB 3]: *He tilts his head slight and then shakes it. When the moon steps down for the fullblood, it seems like the kin are filling the void of rage.*

Ntwadumela: ((Elmo? Tickles?))

Andrea Angotti: She laughs softly at that and shakes her head slightly. "Camera angles do wonders, sweety."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs a bit when Maya pushes him back* Beneath this moon I have as much patience as any Garou could desire. It would seem it is your blood which is running hotter tonight

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): She grins to Ewan. "See what I mean....." she says quietly to him.

Ntwadumela: Mel leans over and murmurs to Dara.

Hauser (PB 3) : Hauser chuckles some with a shake of his head. "Damn, what has this Scar come to?" he finally lets out a sigh. "So much work to do."

Andrea Angotti: She flicks a glance up at Hauser. "Watch yourself. And watch who you and your people put your hands on," she says. "Because if you don't you'll be picking your own cocks from between your teeth."

Ntwadumela: Mel blinks when Hauser mentions 'scar' and looks down at himself, then just shrugs.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She chuckles a bit, shrugging and looking off in the direction of the other two blood, then back to Arn~ I guess. She just..... ~Sighs, shaking her head~ Twice now...... Twice she has disgraced and you know how tolerant I am of those things.

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): d10: p/a Mel/Dara/wp: 4,7,9,7,3,8,5,

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Without a doubt, Rhya."

Hauser (PB 3) : He turns his eyes back towards Andrea and smirks again about that. "None of your pathetic Tribe can come close to challenging us." and he looks her over some. "Or are you going to fight their battles for them?"

Dara: *listening to mel, eyes to everyone else, she nods*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: Her eyes widen when Andrea says that. She's absolutely stunned in disbelief. "You...?" She must be insane. Or suicidal. Her lip curls and her hands do the same, going into tight fists.

Ewan O'Maily [PB 3]: *He smiles back.* Yeah...*But the last comment from Hauser makes him snap his head back to them. He speaks quietly back to her.* Ya, caught that? What do ya think he means?

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs* I care not Maya, when you've knocked a few of her teeth out all shall be set right. You need not defend me. My Rank and continued battles against the Wyrm speak well enough.

Andrea Angotti: "No shame in fighting alongside my men," she says gently. "And which Tribe are you referring to?"

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): "Just more challenges," she shrugs some.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She shrugs, crossing her arms~ Old habits, dear brother. ~She chuckles, her eyes flickering over to Dara, then back to him~ Who was that you were being a nuisance to?

Hauser (PB 3) : "The Shadow Lords, we know all about the filth that plagues a once strong and powerful Tribe." he says to Andrea still.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Dara...she's a raven shifter..a Corax. Strange girl but she's rather amusing.

Andrea Angotti: She laughs at that and shakes her head slightly. "Oh, oh signore," she murmurs, reaching up to pat Hauser's cheek. "You have me so mistaken."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Degenerates," she says in response to Hauser.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She raises an eyebrow at him with an amused look~ One of these days...... ~She shakes her head and snickers~ I'm going home, and likely going to finish off the jello shots that you couldn't last night. Light weight.

Ewan O'Maily [PB 3]: *That got a nod from Ewan since its so far the only thing he can agree with Hauser so far.*

Hauser (PB 3) : He deflects her hand enough, giving her a bit of a sneer. "I could not miss that ink on your back." he says while watching her intently.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: I ate those this morning...I didn't even know there was liquor in them. *he says in response to Maya.* Wait up, I'll join you. *he turns to Hauser again* Until we cross paths again Flesh Ripper-yuf. *he nods to the man and to Annika as well he can appreciate the girl's fiery nature at the very least* Good night

Andrea Angotti: "Three years worth of work," she says. "Each line a mark to remember my past by and a promise that my future will be different."

Ntwadumela: Mel glances at Dara, wondering how long this has all been going on.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She laughs~ Of course you didn't know, you passed out before you realized you were drunk. ~She looks over to Hauser, nodding her head to him once~

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "What, moving down from mules to something more your caliber?"

Hauser (PB 3) : He nods over to Arn for a moment before looking back to andrea and nods. "As such a mark should. They should have meaning, which far too many get for the wrong reason."

Dara: *she waves to arn as he leaves, shrugging to mel*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (G'night Everyone, thanks for keeping me entertained. Thanks to Uk and Ashton for the alt site!)

Andrea Angotti: "I don't regret what I've done," she says softly rolling her neck until it pops. "You don't know me, little girl and you don't know the reasons behind why I do what I do. So don't presume to judge me."

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): ((Goodnight! Welcome :) ))

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ((Sleeeeeeeeeeepy time. Thanks for the scenage guys. ~LIX all around, and poofles~))

Ntwadumela: Mel grins and winks at Dara, keeping his voice low enough to not interupt, but not making any real attempt to keep this between them. "Went back to the house, brought dinner back. It's at the camper. City's Finest would frown on carrying it around. But don't let it interupt anything you're working on."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Night, you guys! *Hugs*))

Ntwadumela: Mel also waves to Arn and his new Girly, even if they don't really give a shit. He can be polite.

Dara: oooh serious!*eyes alight* issit what I think it is?*huuuuuge beaming grin*

Ntwadumela: "Of course it is."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She snorts, but falls silent. The look on her face says it all. Those without sin cast the stones...and she feels well without sin.

Ewan O'Maily [PB 3]: *Ewan puts his gutar in his lap and softly play. He looks to Claire.* If its ta loud for ya just say so.

Andrea Angotti: "Your pride will crush you eventually," she says almost gently. "Hopefully you will have half the family and friends I do to pick you up when it happens."

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): "You're fine, Ewan," she smiles to him.

Hauser (PB 3) : Hauser glances to Ewan when he starts to play, then looks back to Andrea and just rolls his eyes with a little smirk. "This has been most entertaining tonight."

Andrea Angotti: "Glad you enjoyed prick for brains," she says, offering Hauser a grin. "Ciao," she adds, sauntering off confidently.

Dara: *she beams and clutches her heart when he says of course, almost bouncing now* saweeeeet...Ill try to take it easy on this batch, kay?

Ntwadumela: Mel gives the lady sauntering off a salute, not qutie military... but very close. Dara: "Why? I can always go back for more."

Ewan O'Maily [PB 3]: *Ewan gives the smile back and lightly strumbs the cords of this gutar giving a pleasent sound.*

Hauser (PB 3) : He gives a little smirk at Andrea's comment before she starts sauntering off like that and then looks to Annika. "And they say we're the brutes."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She snorts and shakes her head at Andrea. "Spare me your wasted pity, and put it to better use on your 'friends and family.' I am sure they need it more." She looks up to Hauser and smirks some. "Yes...I imagine it has for you. Educational, too?"

Andrea Angotti: "The word is BITCH," she calls back. "I'm not a brute prick for brains, I'm a BITCH!"

Dara: yeeeah but.....remember me and the next day....after the donuts?

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "No, the word is WHORE," she returns. "Filthy, disgusting WHORE."

Andrea Angotti: And that freezes her in her tracks, the muscles along her back and arms bulging with a sudden surge of adrenaline. She turns very slowly, her eyes narrowed at Annika. "And you, little girl are a coward."

Ntwadumela: Mel thinks about it. "Hmmmm... nope. Only remember the good stuff." He looks between the two 'ladies'. "Almost makes me homesick..."

Hauser (PB 3) : He continues to watch this little development now.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She smirks, having gotten a rise from her. "One of our comments is fact. The other is not. Which of them has video evidence out there as proof?"

Dara: *mels comment as she watches andrea and annika gets a greatly bemused smirk, quietly shushing him though even as her lips twitch as if trying to actually listen and pay attention*

Andrea Angotti: "I don't have time for you. If either of you has an issue with my behavior, take it up with the Don."

Ewan O'Maily [PB 3]: *He shakes his head again and then quietly says to noone at all.* Are they going ta fight and then have hot lesbian sex with a donkey or what.

Hauser (PB 3) : Hauser raises an eyebrow at that, but doesn't comment on what she said and looks to Annika with a hint of a question in his expression.

Dara: d10: per/alert: 6,5,8,9,3,1,7,

Andrea Angotti: She grins. "Looks like your intel's bad," she says before heading off, this time with a bit of a bounce in her step. She's got a hot Italian stud at home waiting for her after all.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: d10: Per+Alert: 8,5,10,9,6,

Dara: *eyes flick to ewan before she closes them and coughs, covering her mouth as she does so, clearing her throat softly and murmuring a quiet excuse me*

Andrea Angotti: ((night my loves! *G* Sleep is SOOO calling.))

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): She smirks a bit at Ewan's comment. "Can't do such things here. It is a sacred place after all."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks to Hauser with a bit of a shrug, before her head snaps toward Ewan. Oh, did SOMEONE just say the wrong thing, by the look of utter offense on her face. She reddens visibly, but wisely stays her tongue, much as she'd rather not. He is a Fullblood, after all.

Hauser (PB 3) : (sleep well!)

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "I believe I should go, Rhya," she says in a tight voice, jaw set. "My temper is starting to get the best of me, and I do not wish to speak out of place."

Ntwadumela: Mel grins and nods.

Hauser (PB 3) : Hauser looks over to Ewan the way she reacts, having missed perhaps the comment as he was pondering something else at the time. "I think you've had enough excitement tonight, can I take you back to the Den? I'd love to show you some of the spoils of war I earned earlier."

Ntwadumela: Mel frowns at that. Spoils of war... that couldn't mean the same thing here....

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "That would be most agreeable, Rhya." She nods a little, looking up to him. "Thank you."

Ewan O'Maily [PB 3]: *He gives a snap of his fingers with out missing a beat of this playing.* Yeah, ya right, hmmm...I know of a couple emty warehouses. But I think the health department will want at lest 20 different forms for the donkey. *He gives Claire smirk.* Ta much work anyways.

Dara -> Annika Brandt [PB 5]: (*hugs on and has had an absolute blast watching this tonight**G* and dara when she sees her will be watching annika whether it seems it or not*chuckles* shes got ideas)

Annika Brandt [PB 5] -> Dara: ((Awesome. *G* I love my little bitch. EVERYONE hates her.))

Dara: *yawning, she grins/grimaces as she does, keeping the smile, looking to mel after*

Ewan O'Maily [PB 3]: *He looks over to Hauser and Annika, noticing that she caught him little blurb. He gives a who me? smile and goes back to the quiet playing.*

Hauser (PB 3) : Hauser starts to guide Annika off with a hand on her shoulder briefly to get her moving in the right direction. "Good."

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): She touches Ewan's shoulder gently as she stands up, letting the skirt fall a little bit back down from her lap. "It's been a while since you've gotten lucky huh? You need a good magazine I think to help get your frustrations out. And hon, please, let's not go there with the donkey," giving him a playful grin. "Good night. I really need to get back. Have a good one."

Dara -> Annika Brandt [PB 5]: (dars wondering if shes doing this to infiltrate almost*G*either way....maaan is she getting fodder...and yes...EVERYTHING shes witnessed and heard tonight she'll tell aerin......e-vry-thing*EG*)

Ntwadumela: Mel pulls Dara close with the arm around her, dropping his head to rest on her shoulder a moment while he watches the pair walk away. Something is bugging the unflusterable guy now.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks behind her at Ewan, even as she starts being led...her look utterly appalled. She shakes her head with a disbelieving sigh and turns fully to walk away with Hauser, away from the Sept.

Ewan O'Maily [PB 3]: Ya dont even know, hey nice ta meetcha Claire. Be safe out there all right. *He gives a glance to Hauser.*

Annika Brandt [PB 5] -> Dara: ((Lovely. *G* Aerin will be happy to hear about it.))

Dara: *she gives mel a raised brow glance when he does that,keeping the closeness*

Hauser (PB 3) : Hauser for his part looks over to Dara and Mel and he actually gives the two a predatory little smile before looking back to the path as they walk away.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Thanks for the scene, guys! *G*))

Claire Haviland Carrier (pb 3): "Thanks. Good night, Ewan. Nice meeting you too. And I will."

Hauser (PB 3) : (It was fun :) )

Ntwadumela: "Sorry... but... when you come from a village where the only thing of value is food and people... 'spoils of war' tends to have... connotations."

Dara: (definately*grins an hugs everyoneleavin*)