Joshua Coil: *He sits down on a bench, coffee in hand. He huffs slightly.*

Hauser (PB 3): Hauser is out tonight, walking around the Park though tonight he's dressed in full Nazi military dress complete with medals, arm band, and hat. He continues to walk along the park just taking his sweet time in his walking until he spots Joshua, then turns to head towards the other man.

Joshua Coil: *He sips at his latte, and then looks up. He stands, slowly, perhaps a bit groggily. He does not look happy either way.*

Hauser (PB 3): "Well lookie who is here." he says to Joshua as he comes up to him. "I didn't expect to see you here."

Joshua Coil: It's a public park, *he says, his voice grating, painful.* It's why they still allow psychotic fanatics here.

Hauser (PB 3): "I thought you said you'd not come here anymore?" he asks with a tilt of his head while drawing in a bit closer to him.

Joshua Coil: *He cants his head slightly. But he does not back up.* My fiancee told me to go ahead and come here, despite my own desires to stay at her side.

Hauser (PB 3): "Very wise of her. We can always use strong warriors." he says with a smile while offering hs hand to Joshua.

Joshua Coil: *He looks down at that hand, and then back up to Hauser.* Our beliefs do not coincide, sir, *he says, quite politely, though his voice seems strained.*

Hauser (PB 3): He shrugs some, "So what are we going to do about the attack of your wife?" he asks while putting his hand behind his own back.

Joshua Coil: She is not my wife yet, sir, but soon, *he corrects. He looks back up to Hauser.* What are you looking at doing?

Hauser (PB 3): "Having a long and very personal talk to her." he says with a little grin. "And why in the hell would you be going after someone like her? Isn't there enough of your own kind around?"

Joshua Coil: Because I love her, *he says calmly. He clears his throat.* Why else would you... go after someone?

Hauser (PB 3): "Thats a bad reason, you don't even know where she's been." and he just makes a face about that. "Anyone ever tell you about the birds and the butterflies?"

Joshua Coil: *He sighs, and scratches behind one ear.* I know exactly where she's been, sir. At least, for the past year. Love is as good a reason as any. Another reason we disagree, sir.

Hauser (PB 3): "And what about making new warriors? Or are you going to take a good girl for a mistress on the side? You are you sly dog you." and just grins more while watching him.

Joshua Coil: I am loyal to my woman, *he says with a faint growl.* And I know better than to assume that I have anything to pass on.

Hauser (PB 3): "Even your watered down kind still has more then she does." he says with a chuckle. "And you can't get more mutt like then Reyna's kind."

Joshua Coil: *He watches Hauser.* She is different. That does not make her less.

Hauser (PB 3): "Her heritage makes her less." he says like thats the most obvious thing. He does look around though for a moment.

Joshua Coil: And once again we disagree, sir. We move towards the same cause. *A rumbled growl starts in his throat.*

Hauser (PB 3): "Idot, I'll tell your girl the same thing I told that bird brain. Stay away from our blood, cross species mating is for complete fucking children." and he leans in closer as he says this, his voice almost a growl too now. "You want kids, you better find your own kind or the Sin will be on your head."

Joshua Coil: *He looks back up to Hauser. And his voice lowers.* And I'll be sure to let everyone know you said that, so when you cold-bloodedly murder and stain the Lady again, usurping our position, we will have a reason to push you out.

Hauser (PB 3): "When did Gaia say that wolves were to lay with birds and mongrels?" he says to Joshua, "Love be damned."

Caroline McGregor: (room for another?)

Caroline McGregor: (room for another?)

Joshua Coil: Gaia said nothing against it, save not to mate with our own kind. I know the rules.

Hauser (PB 3): "And she didn't say do it either, its common sense. They may not be our brothers and sisters but they are still our cousins and nieces."

Joshua Coil: *He shakes his head.* If it was disapproved of, I would have my OWN Elders speaking to me. Not a fanatic of a religion that I do not follow.

Joshua Coil: ((I... think so?))

Hauser (PB 3): (don't matter to me.)

Hauser (PB 3): "Oh, oaky then I'll go talk to your elder about it." he says with a smile. "Thanks for letting me know they've been lax in their supervision of their wayword children."

Caroline McGregor: (excellent smithers.) *She's come with a big Box O' Joe and sandwiches for those who have decided to stand watch during the long Halloween evening. She's wearing a thicker jacket and sturdy boots with a hat and gloves for it's a rather chilly night tonight.*

Joshua Coil: Just because you and yours are obsessive morons who have little to no disregard of the sanctity of this world, does not mean we all do. *He bristles, and growls flat-out now.*

Hauser (PB 3): Hauser chuckles some at the man, "Tricky bitch to get you to love her. You know, I'm betting your elder is just betting on her getting tired of you and moving on to solve the problem."

Joshua Coil: *His jaw tightens at that.* She loves me as well. Perhaps to hers I am a tricky bastard for getting her to love me, and I am planning on getting tired of her and moving on.

Caroline McGregor: *It's the postures more than anything else that identifies them; or Joshua, more precisely. She hasn't actually met Hauser yet. She continues foreward, watching the two, close enough now where she can hear the hostility, if not the exact words.*

Hauser (PB 3): "I don't think you are the trickey one." he says with a nod.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: ((Mind one more?))

Joshua Coil: And I don't think your opinion is right in any way. Your intentions, and your actions, do not work at all for City. You have stained her. You think you are doing what is just. It is nothing but murder.

Hauser (PB 3): ((don't care)

Hauser (PB 3): "And where does all thise experience come from? You obviously know what is best for everyone. So why not tell us how you would solve the problems this place is facing?"

Caroline McGregor: *She'd slowed down her stride as the words become clearer and she continues foreward, stopping beside Joshua, not so subtly declaring her support.* Gentlemen...

Joshua Coil: You have attracted the attention of mortal police. I know at the very least that whatever I planned, would not include that. *His eyes widen, and his fists start to clench tightly.* YOU clearly know what is best for everyone else, but have not worked in a City before. What works for the Wyld... does not work here.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He walks along the paths, in his more practical outfit. The man had pledged to aid the Guardians this night...just in case. A black turtleneck with a brown leather jacket over it and khaki pants makes up his outfit. Hands at his sides, he looks around as he moves, alert. And the blonde hair, as always, is perfectly in place.

Hauser (PB 3): "Who says we've never worked in the city before?" he asks with a little chuckle. "People die in the city all the time. Sometimes, even without getting juctice or a fair trial." Hauser says before looking over to Caroline. "Why hello there, you know someone actually thought we might have gotten mated?"

Caroline McGregor: *She blinks and a ruddy eyebrow goes up.* Pardon? Mated? Whom? *She pauses, though she can guess what he means.* I brought sandwiches and coffee. It looks to be a long, cold night.

Joshua Coil: *He looks back to Carrie. And then back to Hauser.* She is cruel. She has a right to be. You do not.

Hauser (PB 3): "Nature is cruel, and we are nature." he says over to Joshua before looking back to Caroline. "Yeah, like hitched up you know." and he grins. "But I cleared that one up."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: d10: Per+Alertness: 6,6,6,4,2,

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He looks up as he hears voices, a slight raise to his brow coming when he notes the trio. He gives a glance around and approaches, nodding to all three. "Good evening."

Joshua Coil: *His fists tighten, and he cracks his knuckles with the movement. He narrows his eyes at Hauser. Breathing slowly. Control...*

Caroline McGregor: I wouldn't have expected otherwise. *She's frosty to Hauser, and not concealing it very well, if she's trying at all.*

Joshua Coil: *He looks back to Troy at that. And his head lowers.* Sir.

Hauser (PB 3): Hauser nods to Troy, "Well hello there. I understand congradulaitons are in order regarding your recent challenge."

Caroline McGregor: Good evening. *She nods a greeting to Troy.*

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "Joshua." He nods to the man when he lowers his head, and looks to Hauser. Unlike Joshua and Caroline, he regards the man quite calmly...as calm as any Fullblood may get, anyway. A faint, courteous smile hits his face. "Thank you. I know I will prove myself capable of the test. How are you?"

Joshua Coil: *He breathes slowly, and nods to Troy.* Sir. I believe I will retire. I am about to lose my temper.

Hauser (PB 3): Hauser grins over to Joshua, "Good idea." and then looks over to Troy again. "Oh, doing very well."

Caroline McGregor: Joshua, you want a sandwich and some coffee to take with you? *she offers, noting the anger emminating from him. Seh sees the wisdom in him wanting to leave before something happens.*

Joshua Coil: *He narrows his eyes back at Hauser. And then back to Carrie. He shakes his head quickly, and starts to walk off.*

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He nods to Joshua, apparently needing no explanation. "Of course. Have an excellent evening. I'll talk to you soon." He looks over at Caroline finally, acknowledging the greeting, and then looks back to Hauser. "Excellent. And your pack is doing well, too?"

Hauser (PB 3): "Well enough, the local punks are learning to stay away from our territory finally." he says with a grin. "So the cause continues. I think we might even have a lead now on the Hunters." he says the last part of course with a lowered voice.

Caroline McGregor: *She listens to them converse, and while he seems so...logical and pleasant she just can't make herself like him so she remains quiet, filing away what he and Troy say.*

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "Oh?" He quirks a blond eyebrow. "That is good news indeed. Anything you may care to share?"

Hauser (PB 3): "No, we'd hate to see someone else screw it up for us before we get our man."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He gives a faint chuckle to that. "And you are certain that it would be screwed up, then."

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): She's out patrolling actually, dressed in a conservatory uniform, including a regulation sidearm. It is a little tight on her, especially up top, but maybe she was just borrowing it for the night too. Strapped to her back she also has an ironwood pole, maybe not quite so regulation. There is even a radio that she wears, the sound turned down but a earplug in one ear, that's mostly hidden by her long dark hair that falls to her waist. Hearing voices, she heads toward the sounds.

Hauser (PB 3): "With people around her? Oh ya, its best to just be careful."

Caroline McGregor: *she cocks an eyebrow.* So it's a woman then?

Hauser (PB 3): "I mean here." he corrects, "Caroline is just making me tingle all over and he winks over to the woman.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "We are not all the incompetents you believe us to be," he says, glancing over in Jesse's direction a moment before he looks back to Hauser. "However, if that is your pack's decision, I leave it in your hands. I'm sure more then one road lead to that particular Rome."

Caroline McGregor: *She rolls her eyes a little at that.* I'm sure there are places you can go to take care of that.

Hauser (PB 3): Hauser grins to Caroline and then looks over to Troy, "Well, you seem well enough but you're also a DA right?"

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): She moves up slowly to the group, giving them all a polite nod, but not interrupting the conversation.

Caroline McGregor: *She smiles to Jesse and then picks up the Box O' Joe and hte sandwiches.* I'll leave these deeper inside incase anyone wants them. It's time for me to head home.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "I am, yes." He looks over at Jesse, returning the nod, then looks back to Hauser. "I fail to see the connection. You think that I would stop you from doing something in favor of capturing your prey?"

Hauser (PB 3): "Never know, especially if it is in a public place." he says to Troy and then looks to Jesse. "Hi there hot stuff, here to arrest me?" and he offers his wrist to her. "You can frisk me if you want."

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): She laughs and grabs her cuffs, all in one smooth motion as she flips them out. "If that's what you're looking for. I can find you a nice padded cell."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He looks to Caroline and nods. "Miss McGregor. Good evening, and a safe walk home."

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): "Good night, Caroline," she says to the other woman.

Hauser (PB 3): "Is the padded cell in your bedroom?" he asks to Jesse.

Caroline McGregor: Good night, Troy, Jesse, Hauser. *A slight hesitation on the last name. One needs to be polite after all and remain civil.*

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): ((Room for another?))

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He raises an eyebrow at Caroline's common use of his name, and frowns slightly before looking away, to Hauser and Jesse. ((Open as far as I'm concerned))

Caroline McGregor: *And with that she's on her way out.* (night all, my bed is calling my name)

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): She starts to laugh. "Oh you wish. Yes...of course you do. But no. You've been too bad a boy."

Hauser (PB 3): "Sweet dreams Caroline." he waves to her before looking back to Troy. "Doesn't it suck when people for get formality?"

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Wanders along one of the paths--not quite lost in thought, but probably getting there.*

Hauser (PB 3): He does glance over to Jesse, "So if I were a good boy?"

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "It does indeed," he says to Hauser, looking back after Caroline before he looks back. "Quite disappointing, I would say."

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): d10: Per: 6,3,4,

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Looks around, bored, and heads in the direction of the small group.*

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: d10: Per+Alertness: 8,2,5,6,5,

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: The man is guarding tonight, after all, and so he takes a moment to look around. His eyes fall on Mordecai, and he watches the man approach with some interest.

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Nods to Troy, seeing as the guy's already looking in his direction, then to Jesse and Hauser.* Good eve.

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): She moves over to Hauser and snaps the cuffs on the wrist closer to her. "You were saying?"

Hauser (PB 3): "Good, though next time I'll put myself in your tender care."

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): She puts the cuffs back on her uniform, and then nods to the new arrival. "Didn't mean to interrupt."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "Good evening," he says to Mordecai, nodding to him. The banter between Hauser and Jesse is given a glance, nothing more, and then he looks back to Mordecai. "You are out late." An observation, nothing more.

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Nods.* I come by every now and then. I work downtown, but I have family out this way.

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *His face. The left side of his face, in particular. It just draws the eye, and not in a good way, either. After a good long look at... that... an observer may notice that otherwise he'd have been fairly good-looking; more or less tall, decent build, neat and clean clothing. Some may even recognize the dark hair hanging on either side of his face in the ~peyot~, the traditional hairstyle of the Jewish warrior--those who actually know there was such a thing. And Garou--Get of Fenris in particular--may well recognize him as the Kinfolk who killed a man with his bare hands and another with a sword, somewhere north of Minneapolis. But his ~face~... The entire left side of it, from the tip of his nose to the middle of his ear, from his chin to his hairline, is marked by some kind of acid. Baby-pink skin clashes with ridged scar tissue until it looks like the plateued and mountainous landscape of some distant planet, or the browned and wrinkled skin of a rotten apple, or... it's just ~bad~. A black silk eyepatch covers his left eye, leading one to wonder--if he'll leave the scarred and ruined contours of his face bare to the world and yet go through the effort and discomfort to cover his eye, what does ~that~ look like?* (Fame 1)

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "Family out this way...in the Park?" He raises a brow, and looking toward the direction of where, eventually, one might reach one of the homeless settlements. "Or in the area of Midtown?"

Hauser (PB 3): He grins some over to Jesse once more before poping into a salute towards Troy. "Mr Lawerance Sir, I should continue my rounds of the perimiter."

Hauser (PB 3): Hauser of course is in full Nazi Officer attire, down to the medals and side arm and such.

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *shrugs.* In midtown.

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): "Oh, they could use some help along," and she names an area as she seems to be listening to her radio. "Good evening Hauser. I'm sure our paths will cross again before the end of the night."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "Of course." He nods to Hauser. "I'm sure I will see you tonight upon patrol." He loks to Mord and nods. "I see."

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Nods, keeping a healthy distance between himself and the nutcase with the gun.*

Hauser (PB 3): He then starts to walking off with a wave to the rest of them.

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): She also has a gun on her too actually.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: ((Whereas his is hidden under his jacket. *G*))

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): ((*G* Nutcases, then.)) *Nods.* Did I get in the way of a demonstration?

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He raises a pale eyebrow to that. "A demonstration?"

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): Though being dressed in an official park (Conservatory) uniform shouldn't make her a look like a nutcase. She too looks at Mordecai when he asks that. "Say what?"

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *shrugs.* I can't think of much other reason for a fellow in a nazi uniform to be patrolling... This ~is~ New York, but that kind of thing is strange even for here.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "Perhaps, because it is Halloween? And he was making a joke?"

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): "Not so strange on a night like tonight," she smirks. "It is Halloween."

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *shrugs.* True enough, I suppose. It's just a choice of costume I've rarely seen. My apologies if I offended.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "If it is good enough for the Crown Prince of England, I imagine it is good enough for Hauser."

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Chuckles.* One way to consider it, I suppose.

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): She tries not to laugh too openly with what Troy says.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He shrugs a bit, deadpanning the comment, and extends his hand to Mordecai first, then Jesse. "Troy Lawrence, Assistant District Attorney for the District of New York County. And miss, apologies for not introducing myself earlier. I did not wiush to interrupt you and Hauser."

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Nods, shaking Troy's hand.* Mordecai Goldshtein, Professor of History.

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): "Jesse Jones, former forestry technician and Peace Corps member, now with the Central Park Conservancy freelancing in the Soil, Water, & Ecology Lab."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "A pleasure to meet you both." He nods to them...some recognition in his eyes when Jesse gives her name. "I have heard some of your rather brave actions in the defense of another, Miss Jones."

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Nods, smiling.* Sounds more impressive than mine, at least. Good to meet you both.

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): She looks down, blushing some. "Thank you....." and looking quite modest.

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): ((looking=sounding modest))

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He nods to Mordecai, and then to Jesse. "I will admit to not being the biggest supporter of the man, but his actions and..." He frowns some. "...reputation do nothing to tarnish the valor of your deed. You do him and your family service by showing honor above his, and courage where others might fail to."

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): She still tries hard not to blush. "It's okay," she finally manages. "It probably doesn't help that he hasn't been himself lately either, but I did what I could. I'm only sorry that I didn't take out the sniper."

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): ((Bloody friggin' computer. Sorry 'bout that, y'all.)) Sniper? Sounds like you've done quite a bit.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He nods a bit. "The chance will come again, I would gather." His eyes pass over to Mordecai. "Where do you teach, Mister Goldshtein?"

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): "My.....ma....ummmmm.....we were doing a patrol and a sniper shot at him and I just did what I was trained to do," she shrugs a bit.

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Nods to Jesse.* I might have to check the news and see about that.... Troy>>Downtown, at NYU.

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): She gives a smirk about something but says nothing.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "Ahh." He nods slightly. "I imagine it must be a passion of yours. History is not something that attracts casual hobbyists in terms of instruction."

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *chuckles.* Sometimes someone gets stuck with it--certainly nobody has a great passion for the remedial classes--but I'm glad to have the spot.

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): She raises and eyebrow when he says that about remedial classes. "Then perhaps your calling should be elsewhere, for the greatest teaches passionately care for everyone who wishes to learn, remedial or not," she speaks with a bit of passion herself.

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): ((teaches=teachers))

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Smiles.* I teach pre-russian Eurasian history, Ms. Jones. The 'history of the world' courses I teach because I'm the rookie professor. Let's just say I'm their least favorite coach.

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): "Coach? You teach PE too?" she's really not smiling all that much at the moment.

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Shakes his head.* Not at all.

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): "Why did you say coach then. I thought coach was for sports."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He listens quietly to the two for the moment.

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): Because it's the sports-program students that end up in the 'history of the world' courses.

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): ((10-minute warnin'.))

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): "I thought that was typically that the western civ and such which was part of core requirements for most students in most universities that I was aware of."

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Nods.* Something like that. Speaking of which, however, I have a few classes in the morning, so I think I should take my leave.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He nods a little bit to Mordecai. "Good evening, then, Mister Goldshtein."

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): "Good evening."

Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Nods.* Good night to you both. *And heads on out.* ((Sorry, just got whacked with the sleep-hammer over here.... G'night, y'all.))

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He watches Mordecai leave with a little frown, and then looks back to Jesse. "I find myself wondering about the state of this city more and more every day."

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): "How so exactly, Mr. Lawrence."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: A slight sigh, and he shakes his head. "I am dedicated toward Unity, Miss Jones. And every day, I see signs that we're moving further and further away."

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): "I think at least tonight and for the next few days we've managed to move toward some. Despite how some feel about those like Hauser and his men, they are helping us. I'd love to know how that came about, but I'm pleased to know that we have the added backup right now."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "I have no disagreement on the issue of Hauser. I understand the point, if I have read the hints in the rumors correctly. As controversial as they are, and as much as I disagree with the group's specific tactics in a general way, I believe they serve a purpose. However, many do not understand that."

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): "Many just do not take the time to go to the source and talk and get answers and would rather take things at face value. Communications, that is, lack of, is where a lot of the problems come from I believe."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He nods a little bit. "Communication is a definite problem, Miss Jones. One I hope we can correct soon."

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): Nodding, "I hope so too." Then she goes quiet for a moment before pushing the mic and talking back into her radio. "I'm on my way...." then an apologetic look to Troy. "I need to get going to check on something. It was nice meeting you. Have a good night."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "You as well, Miss Jones." He nods. "I should continue my rounds as well. Good evening."

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): "Thank you," and with that, she takes off further into the Sept. ((Thanks for the scene! :) ))

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: ((Thank you!))