Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: Troy's apartment, interestingly, is very much different from his office. Where as his office in the NY County DA's office is simple to the point of being spartan, his condo is quite lavishly furnished--as befitting a Silver Fang Royalist--without being gaudy. Everything is done in dark greens and browns. Leather couches, a large coffee table, several bookshelves...topics range from war philosophy to political theory to many, many law journals. He seems to be quite the fan of Victorian literature, as well. Everything's perfectly in place, as it is on Troy. A large, golden statue of an Eagle dominates the top of one bookshelf.

The man himself stands at the minibar, making himself a drink. He's dressed in a black turtleneck and khakis, attention on his pouring. The hair, of course? That's right, perfectly in place.

Gavriil Kazimir : *he bypasses the doorman if there is one letting the man know who he's here to see. If not he simply ascends the floors until he's reached Troy's apartment. He straightens his collared shirt and his jacket before knocking on the door loudly but without seeming as if he's attempting to rouse the entire building*

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "It is open," he announces in his rich baritone as he sets the gin aside. He turns around to face the door, raising the glass to his lips.

Gavriil Kazimir : *he enters casually and takes to looking around to inspect the apartment. He nods with seeming approval before turning his eyes upon Troy. He dips his head respectfully to the Fostern and then closes the door behind him before greeting him properly* Evening Lives to tell the Tale-rhya. My apologies for not responding to your request for a meeting sooner.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "Gavriil." He nods calmly to the man. "Thank you for coming. Please have a seat. Are you well?"

Gavriil Kazimir : As well as can be expected. *he dismisses that Troy didn't return the greeting formally. Likely he doesn't know the Cliath's deedname, few do. He takes a seat casually after laying his jacket over the back of the chair (or couch whichever)* I know you're a busy man, so I do not aim to take up a large amount of your time. Please, tell me of what use I can be to you.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He nods, finishing off his drink. "Tell me if you would, Mister Kazimir, of the situation revolving around yourself and Miss Carrier."

Gavriil Kazimir : I'm not sure how much of it you've heard so perhaps I will start at the beginning. *he speaks quietly and with a passive tone, it's not unemotional, but more likely reveals he's simply not allowing himself to reveal the extent of his feelings* I had been in an improper relationship with the Corax Dara when I met Claire, her beauty, her personality..I was drawn to her. I knew all along that my relationship with the Corax was destined for failure and I believed that Claire was an agent of Destiny...we crossed paths so that I could see the error of my ways. *he shrugs lightly* Claire and I began seeing each other after things had broken off with Dara...everything was going well until she met that Eli fellow..and he began taking pictures of her. *he shakes his head lightly at that and a clenching of his jaw might be evident* (more to come)

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He remains quiet and calm, watching Gavriil as he explains.

Gavriil Kazimir : I thought little of it at the time outside of the flame of jealousy it ignited within me...she had told me it was harmless so I accepted that and let it drop. I had told her there were better...more dignified ways for a Silver Fang kinfolk to make money...however...considering my relationship with Dara..a street rat by the standards of our tribe who was I to tell Claire how to live her life. *he shakes his head again slowly* Things were well for a short while until Eli laid claim to Claire and made it clear he wished to take her as his mate. In hindsight I foolishly charged to her "rescue" and met with her father so that I too could attempt to lay claim to her. *he shakes his head again* Eli and I battled, I was the victor but when the true test came I could not move past that I was not yet in love with Claire...I couldn't take her as my mate and she didn't want me to if it meant living a lie. *he shrugs lightly but it's obvious he's not so indifferent as he pretends to be* With no mate to claim her...she was there for Eli to claim again...and he did. I spoke with her father briefly and he made it clear that my chances with Claire had run out...she was to be Eli's mate and to leave the country. I returned to the City...and...I suspect you know the tale from there. You've been informed of what's befallen Miss Carrier yes?

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He nods a little bit. "I am well apprised of Miss Carrier's situation, Mister Kazimir. And you consider your own feelings to be more important then her dignity and her feelings?"

Gavriil Kazimir : I made no such claim. I was not ready to take a mate. Perhaps I lead her on..but if I were to be taken out of the equation entirely Elijah would have claimed her anyway.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: His brow slowly raises. "I am quite aware how unready you were to take a mate. You were rather...busy, as I understand it, with other individuals. Besides the...bird."

Gavriil Kazimir : Yes, I've heard the talk as well. *he shrugs lightly, not dismissively but perhaps indifferently* You aim to pull Miss Carrier from her pit of despair yes? If you wish aid from me simply direct me to the task you wish completed. Was my heart closed when Claire needed it to be open...yes...I don't deny that. Am I responsible for what's become of her *he shakes his head* If it wasn't me it would've been someone else. I feel badly for her, but I tried to save her once and failed...I am not the one to lead the charge to save her again.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: d10: Willpower: 9,7,4,1,3,

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: His eyes narrow. "You care so little for our kin, Kazimir. And I have heard far more then talk. You deny relations with Miss Santangelo, who you've publicly claimed to be a sister?"

Gavriil Kazimir : She is my step sister, we are not related by blood. *he stands slowly* If you have no request of me I will take my leave. If you wish my aid I am at your disposal.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "I am quite aware of Miss Santangelo's situation." He scowls. "Sit ~down,~ Cliath. I have not dismissed you yet." He gives Gavriil a cold stare, challenging. "Miss Sadie Blackfoot came to speak to me about your stepsister some time ago, upon her arrival in the city. Explained that she had been...brutalized by her mate. And she had no further trust of the Silver Fangs. She further explained that someone else, another of our Tribe, was tending to the situation. I can only assume that to be you. Fornicating with a rape victim is hardly a tried and true rehabilitation tactic. Tell me, is she still more comfortable around the Shadow Lords you openly revile then around us? Because that would mean that she and Claire have one more thing in common then you."

Gavriil Kazimir : I cannot speak for Veronica. If you have questions about her she is the one you should seek out. I am not her keeper. *he shakes his head* Ask Veronica, she iniated our relationship not I. *he sits down slowly* You are Fostern and a halfmoon, if you believe I have committed crimes call me before the Truth Catcher. If you wish to hold me responsible for Claire's state of despair think what you will. I am not her mate.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He sneers. "I'm a Galliard, you idiot. You're the Philodox. You're the one who should be considering the things that I have. You should have looked into Navarro's actions and seen fault, and claimed her. As a mate? Perhaps...perhaps not. But under your protection, at the very least. And yes, you ~are~ responsible. You've failed in your Auspice, knowing that Navarro was beginning to send her down the road to oblivion...the road of personal debasement...you should have realized how closely her situation mirrors your stepsister's. And I have no doubt that she'll end up as useless to us as Veronica is. Only this time, the fault is yours, and not the mate's."

Gavriil Kazimir : My apologies Rhya. *he dips his head* Call me to task to for my failings, I will accept what punishment the Sept feels is deserving. I will not however accept responsibility for the actions of another of our tribemates. Did you attempt to assign blame to Claire's father for not protecting her from Elijah? I doubt that seeing as he outranks you. You assume that I held information about Elijah that I did not. I knew only of the pictures he took of her. I have not seen Claire in weeks. Take up her cause Lives to tell the Tale-rhya. Play the white knight. My role in this is done, if you wish to see me again in front of the truth catcher so be it. I will accept the judgement of the Sept.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: d10: Rage: 10,6,7,8,

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: ((Dayum...))

Gavriil Kazimir : (can spend WP to avoid it)

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: ((Checking on something in regards to Troy's Derangement.))

Gavriil Kazimir : (aight)

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: d10: Willpower: 6,1,1,5,2,

Uktena: ((Time for initiative folks :) ))

Gavriil Kazimir : d10: init: 6,

Gavriil Kazimir : (12)

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He snarls suddenly, and his form changes, growing to massive Crinos. Luckily, Talisman Dedication keeps him from ripping his clothes...he glares baneful eyes through Gavriil, and moves toward him.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: d10: Initiative plus five: 2,

Uktena: ((Standard combat then; lowest first))

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He moves toward Gavriil with a snarl, claws bared and moving to strike.

Uktena: ((Time for initiative folks :) ))

Gavriil Kazimir : d10: init: 6,

Gavriil Kazimir : (12)

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He snarls suddenly, and his form changes, growing to massive Crinos. Luckily, Talisman Dedication keeps him from ripping his clothes...he glares baneful eyes through Gavriil, and moves toward him.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: d10: Initiative plus five: 2,

Uktena: ((Standard combat then; lowest first))

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He moves toward Gavriil with a snarl, claws bared and moving to strike.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: d10: Dex+Brawl: 2,8,5,4,3,6,

Gavriil Kazimir : *he takes note of the Fostern's loss of control a split second before the man erupts into his war form. He quickly mulls his options and decides that combat is probably the least likely to be productive. He looks down and catches the reflection off the face of his wrist watch and attempts to step sideways* (dunno what the Gauntlet rating is here, I would assume 7-1= 6 for the reflective surface)

Gavriil Kazimir : d10: Gnosis+wp: 10,10,6,

Uktena: ((Gauntlet rating in the city would 7))

Uktena: ((I mean in the room.))

Gavriil Kazimir : (I follow =) )

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He snarls when Gavriil slips away through the Umbra, and goes after the nearest target. That poor, pooooor couch.

Uktena: Gavriil slips through easily and away to safety for now.

Gavriil Kazimir : *once in the Shadow he takes a few moments to get his bearings before escaping from the penumbral apartment. He growls to himself, discretion was the better part of valor after all, but running is still an embarrassment to his blood*

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: More couch destruction...the apartment is likely a shambles by the time he regains control of himself. When he does, he rises to his full bearing, looking around, and goes for his cell phone. His expression emotionless as he picks it up and dials Marie, to inform her they will be staying at her place due to unforseen circumstances. Yes, he will bring Candace's things. And so on.

Gavriil Kazimir : *he makes his way across the city as best he can moving quickly and quietly in his lupine form. Nighttime is safer in the Umbra but in the depths of the city safer is a relative term. He makes his way back to his apartment before slipping out of the umbra. So much for his clothes...that was a nice watch too. *

Gavriil Kazimir : (Time to sleep, G'night! Thanks for RPing with me)

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: And one more call is made...to Gavriil's phone. And a voice mail left. "This is not over, Kazimir. Deal with your actions not as you dealt with Claire. Have some honor, Philodox. Good evening." And then he heads to pack the Infiniti with baby things, and head to Marie's.