Eliza Bahn
Fri 03:28AM EST
It was like any other restless morning - spent awake in a world of darkness. A world without color or image. The only reckoning of time judged on the sounds - whether the birds called out in a dawn chorus or the crickets serenaded the stars. Tonight, even the insects were quiet. The property was still and quiet. A ghostly mirage of a house that would normally be drowned with in the strains of lilting pipe music and the incessant beat of hollow drums. The porch light blazed yellow, spilling down on the various items of furnishings taking up a majority of space at one end and casting long shadows in their wake. The front door was opened only a fraction, but enough to allow a seeping warmth to escape from the cosy living room and onto the steps beyond. A lone figure, Eliza, reclined on the swinging double seater chair, swathed in a rich wool blanket around her waist and covering her feet and propped up by a downy pillow. A hand hung lazily over the edge, trailing her fingers back and forth against the fridig wood boards of the porch.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 03:38AM EST
She hears him coming from a long ways off, his footsteps crunching over snow melted and refrozen into a brittle sheet of ice in the dark forest. His lope is long and steady, each stride devouring distance until his feet were crunching, instead, on the ice-coated gravel beads of her driveway as he crossed it. Point A to Point B, and if her house happened to lie between them, he wasn't complaining.
Slung over his shoulder, a well-oiled Winchester rifle - a hunting gun never once turned on a man or Garou. He had his hands for his friends and his claws for his foes, and that was enough.
The windchimes ring softly as a chill wind stirs the night. The big Philodox slows as he passes her house, expecting the woman to be asleep. Seeing her on the porch, he frowns. It was below freezing; even in his thick leather coat, double-lined, he could feel the cold. "What are you doing out here?" he asks her, changing directions, approaching.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 03:45AM EST
"Thinking."
She slowly turns her head, tipping it back and to the side, so that she was facing his general direction. She knew the sound of his passing, his footfall was unmistakable. She knew his voice well, also. As well as many other things, in addition. A vague sense of a smile whispers across her face as she closes her eyes slowly, eyelashes fanning across her cheekbones.
"Yourself?"
Michael Donnelly
Fri 03:56AM EST
Michael stops a few steps from her and lowers the rifle from its strap on his shoulder, resting it gently stock-down on the gravel. If she could, she would see that the wood is lovingly maintained, blondeish in that luminous way polished wood can sometimes be. The gunsteel is dark grey with a hint of blue, and clean.
"Passing through." He lifts the gun an inch from the gravel and taps it down again in gentle emphasis of his answer, "Hunting." He raises his gaze to the empty sky as though he expected to find his quarry there. "Canada geese are going south this time of year, and dawn's the time to catch them if you mean to do a creep-up." A smile in his voice, "My da taught me all the tricks a long time ago.
"I have time, though. Do you mind if I joined you?"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:01AM EST
"Not at all"
She lifts her legs, bending them at the knees and pulling them in towards her chest to make room on the swinging chair for him to sit down. It was more comfortable (not to mention warm) than planting his ass on the wooden planking of the porch. She curls her hands in the warm folds of the thick woolen blanket, pulling it around her closer as wisps of chilled air seep under and between the volumous pile while she moved. A glass, half empty, was still within easy reach of her hand, the sides frosted with condensation.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:07AM EST
The porch steps and then the porch planks thump and squeal under his footfall. He leaves the gun at the top of the few stairs, leaned in a corner like Emily Dickinson's loaded life, and comes across to her emptyhanded. It occurs to her that perhaps he ought to bring her a gift sometime (...red roses...), but the idea slips by the wayside as he lowers himself into the porch swing, padding depressing beneath his weight, joints creaking. Shoulder to shoulder through his coat, and her enveloping blanket, the rhythmic flex and relax of his thighs rocks the swinging chair gently as he looks out over her front yard - as much as it as he could see in the night.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:12AM EST
She stretches her legs out in front of her, curling her toes under the blanket before lifting them up, turning herself to one side and propping the pillow up in the corner the seat on the side she was occupying. Without asking, comfortable within his presence for many and varied reasons and all her own, she turns herself so that her some of her back was using him for a prop and her feet were snuggly entrenched within the warmth of the pillow. She uncovers on arm from under the woolen blanket, resting it along the length of his thigh and tracing patterns with her fingertips against his knee. How... cosy...
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:16AM EST
"Just something that someone asked me... I was thinking about it, that's all."
A stir of memories that would have perhaps have been better left to lie in peace. It hadn't stirred a resentment or a remorse, but a thoughtful pondering and a glimpse into visual memories that were clearer after a period of thought that they had been when the questions had been asked. The light, the blood, the splintered glass and slivers of reflective plastic strewn across the asphalt. glaring evilly in the orange glow of the street lights. It was coming back in snippets and snatches and it was something to be pondered... and hopefully put back in the past when all that was worth hording from them was taken.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:26AM EST
He covers her hand with his own, larger one, threading his fingers through hers. The angle at which she sits and the way he watches the night faces them in opposite directions. The easy contact is all that binds them loosely - that, and the words they share.
"Hm." Barrelchested and large, the sound resonants deep in his body. He draws a breath as though to ask further, but silences it, instead turning her hand over in his. His thumb rubs absently over her palm. Then, simply, "I see."
Perhaps not the most tactful thing to say at the moment.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:34AM EST
"Yes. You do."
It couldhave been said sarcastic or archly, biting or scathing. It was none of them, merely nuetral with the distant echo of tone that was partially distracted by other thoughts, other times, other people. She drops her head back, resting it against the edge of his shoulder, using the line of his arm to cushion of spine as comfortably as was possible. She then leans forward and downwards, hand sliding along the porch till it connects with the glass, close to tipping it by accident. She takes it into her hand, fingers moistened by the frosted glass, and sits up, leaning back again. She sips slowly, eyes blank (as if staring at nothing - which was quite an apt way of saying it: for she saw... nothing) and there is a vague lingering smell of tequila mixed with the tang citrus of orange juice.
Noah
Fri 04:36AM EST
The world evolves in a different cycle, far out in the threshold of the Pine Barrens. Naked Trees cast long, thin skeleton shadows upon the ground, but tonight there is no moon. Or barely the birthing of one.. Within the darkness, a long, deep howl cuts through seren silence of the forest. Somewhere near the roadside.. A mile or two from the closet cabins.. It doesn't echo for long, quietly fading in a passing breeze.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:44AM EST
It was probably something he admired her for, if he stopped to think about it: her quiet acceptance of a blindness that, surely, was not inborn. The chair rocks gently to and fro. Just as could have been arch or lashing, but was not, so too could he have said some pretty Fianna triviality (Yes, and I thank my lucky stars for it, because you're the most beautiful thing I've ever...), he does not.
The howl cuts the night, achingly lovely in the way only a tribemates' could ever be, Ahroun or not, and Michael lifts his head a little. Beneath her long and liquid spine, the muscles of his woodsman's arm tense briefly - not out of fear or anger or readiness to fight, but out of some silent gladness for the sound. "It sounds like Noah," he says to Eliza, "or perhaps the Athro, Gabriel."
Harlequin sinclair
Fri 04:46AM EST
*it had been snacking on a rabbit when the howl reaches its ears.curling its lips back it breathes deep drawing air in through both mouth and nose. no the thing is not standing behind the next tree so it does not matter. well not much. another mouthful of food swallowed it looks through the trees in what it presumes was the general direction of the call. loathe to give y up its prey it gulps the last few mouthfuls. *
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:51AM EST
Another thoughtful silence as the chair swings idlely under their combined weight, for all the chains creaked slightly at the short movements back and forth as it kept them suspended precariously above the porch boards.
"He came wandering into my backyard one morning."
Another sip of the beverage, glass wrapped with long, winter-chilled fingers.
"The Athro, that is." A sort of clarification, as two of their tribemates had been mentioned in the same breath. She quietly accepted most people, whatever their foibles: even ones as pushy as Dire or as grumpy as Decker. However, Gabriel, had been something that had caught her somewhat off guard. She hadn't heard anyone speak in the manner he did since the atrocious renditions of Shakespear's plays in high school.
Noah
Fri 04:56AM EST
Something was on the move. It was huge. It was dangerous. It was resembled a beast out of Celtic folklore. A massive, ancient form of a crimson-gold dire wolf. Snow-white fur graced the underside of his belly, legs and throat. Reddish-gold fur caressed the from the crown of the massive head to tail tip. Cold, blue eyes skimming over a dark line of trees. The dire wolf moves quickly, for its huge size, on large paws.
Nostrils flare out, rough pink tongue lolls out to wash over his muzzle as the dire wolf slowed his pace. The scents of rustic civilization were near. The Cabins, not far away. He knew this route, took it often. The dire wolf pauses once more, his head lifting up to the night sky, bellowing out another long sonnet. Three howls he did.. This was the second howl.
And it was the second howl, that was the scariest. Something in its tune, was dark, ominous and primal. It made a chill run down the spine on the courageous of mundanes. It was louder now, than the first.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:59AM EST
"Oh?" A chuckle as he reaches over ("May I?") and snags her glass for a sip before passing it back. "I've only met him once, and he struck me as being not terribly friendly, all in all. What did he want?"
He taps fingers against the wood of the chair's armrest, considering. Howling back from her front porch might attract unwanted attention in case someone was listening - but then again, really, who would be around to listen at this hour, in this place?
It's the second howl that decides him. "Excuse me," he murmurs, an odd thing to say before he rises, reaches inside the door to kill the light and, in the cover of darkness, grow into the shape of a beast.
Head back, ears back, the Half-Moon Judge throws a return howl into the crisp winter wind, greeting and acknowledgment in one.
Harlequin sinclair
Fri 05:01AM EST
*it is a low growl that escapes his lips the second howl causing him to jump dropping the remians of his prey. and then a third from a different quatre this is a busy little town tonight*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:04AM EST
Unfortunately for Michael, he sets off King who was sleeping in the living room with his stomach as close to the fan heater as humanly (caninely) possible. He joined in the nightly rendition with a series of baying that was not as poetic as the sounds of wolves baying, but it was deep and resonate, coming from the depth of his barrel chest.
Eliza lifts a hand, covering her mouth and in the process the smirk that crept along the edges of her lips. It wasn't polite to chuckle at your guests.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:08AM EST
The heavyset wolf that now paces at her door lifts his head for a series of short, sharp barks interspersed among the dog's in an amused and amusing impromptu duet, progressively quieter until the last is little more than a whuff. A moment passes, long claws undulled by citylife clicking on hardwood as the wolf crouches on his haunches, curls his tail about his large paws, and somehow becomes a man again. Grinning, Michael gets up, popping his neck, and returns to sit on the chair, half-abashed.
"Well," laughing, "that took a bit of steam out of the whole affair."
Noah
Fri 05:11AM EST
The duo of howls caught his attention. Large ears roll forward on his head. He follows the calling, tracking it down to a very familiar house. The large beast steps out from the safety of trees to watch in silent amusement.. It returns the howled greeting, in a third howl.. This time.. something could be heard in it as if it were more of a greeting than a song. It was also the closet howl yet. Right near Eliza's back yard.
Harlequin sinclair
Fri 05:13AM EST
*you never know who is in the dark listening, and they say dogs are smart. rolling his eyes he almost has to laugh at the "singing" of the wolves. although it does bring him to wonder what they where up to the sets of howls drawing ever closer together. with a leap he is in motion a shadow moving, long strides quickly eating up the distance only to slow almost to a crawl as he draws nearer where he is sure the howls came from.*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:14AM EST
She could have made a comment on her guests being able to do a sing-a-long with her pets, but it would have been something of a social faux pas. Sort of equating her family to the domesticated canine. For the most part, of the family she knew in the area, however precious few that was, she'd have to say that her Rottweiler was more domestic than most of them: even if he couldn't do the dishes.
"The wolf is getting awfully close."
Not that it was of much concern than such a wild beast was possibly within the confines of her property, even if she did have small children (tucked away snug in their beds for the night). If it was Noah or Gabriel, as Michael had predicted, there was no threat. Even if either one could flip at the drop of a hat and grow nine-shades-o-hairy. It was the peace (hah!) that came with a life surrounded by the perculiarites of beast and man rolled into one.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:19AM EST
"It sounds like Noah Drinks-Too-Much to me," he tells (reassures?) her, as a fourth howl arcs overhead.
Men could recognize one another by voice and face; Garou could recognize one another by the same, even across the forms to some degree. Besides, one would expect an Athro Galliard's greeting to be longer than the one that shivers across the night. More flowery. More...Shakespearian.
"It sounds like he's coming for a visit, too," Michael adds.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:25AM EST
"Have you seen him since...?"
She doesn't need to name a day or a date, the night was memorable for a lot of reasons that had nothing to do with those particulars, but she was not lewd enough to bring them up vocally, especially with the prospect of Noah being within ear shot. Needless to say, it was a night that involved alcohol, rough toasts and ... hanging pictures...
Harlequin sinclair
Fri 05:27AM EST
*he creeps lower now flattening body close to the ground a thin black line that slinks between the trees, every now and then tasting the wind trying to catch sent of those he wishes to look upon*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:29AM EST
"Since I helped you hang a few pictures?" he teases gently, and subtly enough that eavesdroppers wouldn't know too much amiss. Of course, Dire's big mouth had already let Noah in on that particular joke, but Michael didn't know that. "No, actually, I haven't. I'd hoped he'd stop by for dinner with Dee and I, but if he has, we were both out." Rocking again, chair squeals softly with each backward sway.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:35AM EST
"I have a few more prints to go up, if you are interested in doing some more nailing."
His tease was gentle and very subtle, even if Noah was already 'in' on the joke thanks to Dire's attempts at being 'funny' that seemed to have only annoyed the Fianna. Hers was something more laden with innuendo that would definately not be missed by the man sitting beside her. She tilts her head back, looking at him askance in such a gesture. A faint chuckle before she takes a sip from the glass cupped in her hand.
Noah
Fri 05:38AM EST
hanging pictures...
He knew all about hanging pictures...
The dire wolf retreats the dark line of trees, tucked away in a dark curtain of shadows. The area around the wolf, mysteriously growing to an inky-black. Too dense to see by. Perfect for hiding a shifting form..
From whence a wolf stood.. Emerges a giant of a man. Towering 6'7, blond, average looking, intimidating to some..
Garbed in his warmest clothes, of the leather duster that conceals the heavy bulk of muscle. Dark grey overalls, cling to his waist, the straps dangle at his side, not on his shoulders. A heavy flannel shirt partly buttoned up beneath a thermal shirt. It was cold, very cold. He was still getting used to the weather. The ball cap replaced by a red bandana that creased across his brow. Most of the blond mane in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. Clenched between bare fingers, hands covered in leather gloves to the knuckles. Was the worn strap of his duffle bag. Did he always carry it with him? He steps out along the road, his bulky frame a dark shadow in the night. As he ventures up to the little mail box in front of Eliza's house.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:41AM EST
A shake of his head, and a helpless chuckle as he lifts his large hands a ways, lets them fall. "And here I was trying to protect your reputation," he murmurs. Then, the sound of feet on ice-crusted gravel raises his head. The Philodox peers in the direction of the mailbox, night obscuring vision to some degree - but not enough to make mistake of the massive form. Few men grew that big, few men wandered around at this hour, and few men carried a duffle bag around everywhere. Put all three together, and there was only one in a five-hundred-mile radius.
"It's Noah," he tells Eliza quietly and lifts a hand to the Ahroun, but leaves the actual, verbal greeting to the mistress of the house.
Harlequin sinclair
Fri 05:47AM EST
another listener draws steadily closer circling so as not to alert those on the porch with his sent. he does not step from the safty of darkness for now he would rather remain hidding. dark amber eyes watch as he tilts his head to the side better to catch the sound of voices. *
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:48AM EST
Her reputation. She didn't have one to speak of, really. Not one that needed coodling and protecting, either way. Five of her 'extended family' came to visit - mostly on a irregular basis - three of her own tribe and two that were of the Fenrir. All male. Yet, nothing was amiss that could stir rumors, if there was a real community for rumors to sprout from, save the late hours of those visitations.
"Good morning, Noah."
How often did she say that to her visitors. A good early morning: the time they usually arrived. Usually never leaving till the sun started to peek its glorious face over the horizon. She lazily raises the hand clutching the glass in a gesture that combined a salute and a wave all on ine.
Noah
Fri 05:55AM EST
He caught the gesture of voice and the wave of Eliza's hand. It didn't take him long to make out the male figure beside her. A low chuckle of amusement, rumbles in his throat.
"Why am I not surprised to see you here, Michael. Found a cozy corner of the woods to make a new home in?"
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:55AM EST
Not that any of the three would be able to catch his scent, now that all were human-shaped. After Eliza greets her latest visitor, Michael echoes the sentiment, "Morning, Noah." The east was beginning to blue; the geese would be waking soon, and he would have to be on his way if he wanted to catch anything. Michael's rifle stands in the corner of the porch, carefully polished, lovingly upkept: a huntsman's tool, and not a weapon of war.
Noah
Fri 05:59AM EST
He moves from where he stood by the mailbox, coming down the gravel path to the porch. Perceptive eyes taking, first their surroundings, then their images. His nostrils flare out, breathing in the most sensitive scents in the air. His sense of smell and sight, superior than normal mundanes, even some wolves. But he doesn't catch scent of the shadowy intruder.. Not yet.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:59AM EST
"He was just visiting on his way out hunting."
So, let's not tack expectations and connotations onto something that has barely started, let alone had time to develop. It was merely one thing to this date: familial closeness. (Incest on the farm: Pump Kin)... The whole good friends, no less, but no more, at least that it would seem that either of them were aware or would show. It was a twisted world that they all were forced to live in all based on their genetics.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:01AM EST
The swinging of the chair slows and stops gradually. An easy shrug, and an easy grin for his tribesmate. "A creep-up on some geese I saw camped out near the pond thataway," he confirms with a vague gesture northward. "I saw the light on." Well. It had been on, until he turned it off. "Decided to come sit for a while, and it turned out I'm too lazy to get up. So you'll forgive me if I don't rise to greet you, Rhya."
Noah
Fri 06:05AM EST
"No, formalities are needed this morning, Michael" A single brow arches upward as he regards Eliza for a moment, and then Michael again. He steps up onto the porch, moving over to stand on the edge of the top step, but coming no closer to them. He lets the duffle bag settle on the wooden planks. His fingers release their hold on the drawstrings.
"I wouldn't blame you for not wanting to continue hunting. With a lady like that near you." He gives Michael a-knowing-look. The grin on his face widening even more. "Hang any pictures of late?"
Harlequin sinclair
Fri 06:09AM EST
he trys to place the name that drift to him now on the breeze with the faces he sees. committing to memory the sight and sound of them ahh but if he could only get closer. not daring to move from his hiding space he routinly tenses and relaxes muslces one used to sitting patience one practiced at not moving. those eyes continue to watch.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:09AM EST
A bubble of laughter emerges from her throat and she leans forward, hugging her knees up to her and resting her cheek on her knees, head turns to look in Noah's direction. Very smooth, boyo...
"Why? Did you want to help?"
A flick of her eyebrows upwards and a sly smirk.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:12AM EST
That damned knowing look. He saw it on Dire's wolfish face and now he's seeing it on Noah's humanish face. That Get and his god-damn big mouth. To Michael's credit, the husky Philodox doesn't blush and doesn't snicker like a schoolboy getting a peep of the girls' locker room. A grin, a shrug, and then a quirk of an eyebrow at Eliza, and a chuckle.
He, wisely, keeps quiet.
Noah
Fri 06:15AM EST
He chuckles darkly, turning around to face them. His massive arms come up to fold over his barrel-chest. "I'm not sure.. I wouldn't want to out performance the boy, there." His words meant in jest.. Perhaps Michael will take better to Noah's humor than Corran did.
"Besides, he hasn't already worn himself out on you yet, Eliza.. that you would seek to devour some other conquests?"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:22AM EST
"Devour is one way of putting it."
Another flick of her eyebrows upwards and a husky chuckle as she brushes her cheek against the fuzzy wool of the blanket strewn across her legs and against her stomach in an attempt to keep warm in the frigid winter tempretures.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:23AM EST
Sociosexual hierarchy banter. Freud, eat your heart out. "Well, aren't we optimistic, Noah," says Michael, taking the bait with a grin that flickers white in the brightening grey light of morning.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:28AM EST
"And since I can't rightly 'see' whether you could... ahem... outperform Michael... you'd have to perform a demonstration for us."
And in this weather, he wouldn't be showing a very impressive tackle. At least not outside. Shrink-wrap-packaging-weather it was out here. A teasing smile, a quirk of an eyebrow. Oh the things people say and do in the twilight hours of the day.
Noah
Fri 06:31AM EST
"Has much as you'd probably enjoy that, dear Eliza. I'm afraid I must decline. And I wouldn't want to make Michael jealous." Another humorous ribbing. Nothing more. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other. Turns his head to glance over the shoulder and peer out at the road. "So how are the two of you getting along?"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:37AM EST
"Things have been rather quiet for me, actually, save for one our 'relatives', Decker, stopping by."
A vague shrug of her shoulders and she sits up, one arm still encircling her updrawn legs. She finishes off the last of her drink and places the glass down, just under the edge of the swining chair, before leaning back against Michael once again. He would be a good source of heat: being well sized and male, since they tended to throw off more heat than a female.
Harlequin sinclair
Fri 06:39AM EST
**he doestrn movce he doesnt even blink as that gaze passes over him and his hidding spot.*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:47AM EST
Michael didn't say anything through most of this. Maybe he was outwitted. Maybe he fell asleep. Maybe the player's just too damn tired to remember to check this window.
Jumping back into the flow of things, though, the Philodox shrugs the shoulder Eliza wasn't leaning on. "Same old same old. Settling down in the cabin. Dee's still bitching about the drive she has to make to get into "civilization". She wants to know when the cousins are coming for a visit, so the invitation's open. Try not to come on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays, though. Those are Dee's cooking days, and tonight she served hardboiled eggs. Like thirty minutes, and salty as the Dead Sea."
He wasn't shitting. That's the sad part.
Report to the Fostern finished, Michael props one elbow up on the back of the seat. "What about you? Anything interesting?"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:53AM EST
(I think we lost Noah)
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:01AM EST
A shiver runs through her and she pulls the woollen blanket up around her neck and digs her toes into the downy feather pillow covering her feet. The dawn chorus of the birds trilled from the trees as the sun continued to rise over the horizon and alight the area with the new day (or at least light up their perspective).
"I'm going inside, if anyone wishes to warm up."
Ah, warmth. Something to be craved and held close. Ah, fan heater. Something that was hogged by the Rottweiler snoring in the living room, but that could be easily remedied. That, and considering the time, the children were bound to be crawling out of bed and demanding her attention soon enough. At least Mae could take care of them for the morning while she caught a few hours of a cat-nap.
Harlequin sinclair
Fri 07:03AM EST
*he dissapears as silently as he came a black shadow rnning across the ground krrping to the long shadows of the dawn leaving the vabin and its inhabitatns well alone.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:06AM EST
Considering the presence of Noah, and considering the prospect of two screaming kids at the break of dawn, Michael makes the wise choice and rises with her, heading for his gun. "I ought to get going. Those geese are probably halfway to Florida already. Thanks for the company, Eliza." Pause. "If you want to come over for dinner sometime, the invitation's open to you, too."
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:09AM EST
Screaming kids. Heading for his gun. Was it a foreshadowing of the future? Hmmm...
"As is the invitation to visit whenever you are in the area."
She rose after him, setting her feet firmly on the ground to halt the rocking of the chair so that she was able to stand without having it bump into the back of her legs. She follows the sounds of Michael's foortsteps and reaches out a hand, grasping Michael's arm. She leans in, kissing his cheek softly, and smiles before gathering the blanket up in her arms and nudging the front door open with a toe. King was already up on his feet, hearing the sound of movement and feeling the hollow echo of his own stomach. Movement = Breakfast to the large Rottie.
Eliza Bahn
Mon 07:42AM EST
The sounds of pipes and drums streamed through the property, encasing it with a surreal feel, that merely added to the calmness one came to expect from this household. The front door was wide open, allowing the chilled winter air in and giving any one coming up the driveway full view through the living room, into the kitchen and out the back door which was also wide open.
Michael Donnelly
Mon 07:43AM EST
Eight in the morning. Michael was a morning person. Either Eliza was as well, or else she hadn't slept yet. His feet crunch up the gravel driveway (Dierdre had the car again - are we surprised?) and then thump up the stairs, across the porch. Despite that the door is wide open, he knocks politely and refrains from peeking in.
Eliza Bahn
Mon 07:46AM EST
King came charging, as a result of the knocking, through the kitchen, from the back door, almost knocking over one of the chairs perched around the table nestled in the living room near the kitchen. He also came skidding to a sliding, claw grating halt, colliding with Michael's legs when he realized who and what was on his porch.
Michael Donnelly
Mon 07:48AM EST
"Oof." When a dog that big barrels into you, you stumble. Fortunately, Michael had heard King coming, and had had a second or two to prepare for impact. He manages not to keel over and crouches, holding out the back of his hand for the dog to sniff and recognize.
Eliza Bahn
Mon 07:50AM EST
King wasn't making the noises to indicate that a stranger was at the door, which prompted a welcoming call, issuing from through the back door...
"Come in!"
King huffed, chuffed and snuffled Michael's hand and then proceeded to inspect his pockets, looking to see if Michael had brought anything to bribe him with, as Dire had done several nights ago.
Michael Donnelly
Mon 07:53AM EST
Michael, alas, had failed to plan ahead quite so much. In his pockets are a rather old wallet, some money, keys, and a pack of gum. And he wasn't about to feed gum to a dog who'd swallow it.
At the invitation, the Philodox wipes his feet on the welcome mat and proceeds into the house, through the house, out the back. "Morning, Eliza," he greets her. She wouldn't see it, but she can hear it: the slow-unfurling smile, as he looks to see what she was up to.
Eliza Bahn
Mon 07:58AM EST
She was on the wide back porch, bedecked with a swinging chair, much like the one out the front, but this one bedecked with textured cushions and a richly woven throw rug. Pot plants endeavored to grow in the harsh winter clime, soaking in what weak morning sunshine streamed down. Nestled among the plants was a portable stereo, raised up to waist level on a small wrought-iron stand. That was the source of the music; the slow melodic pipes and backing, soul-thrumming drum beat.
She was dancing in the morning sunshine; her movements slow, sensual and as flowing as a stream of water. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling with meditative joy, cracking on eye open unecessarily as she turned slightly in her movements to be facing Michael as he emerged on the back porch. She gave such a good impression of having the gift of sight, as she moved.
"Good morning, Michael. I trust you're well?"
Michael Donnelly
Mon 08:01AM EST
Michael doesn't attempt to join her. He doesn't even think it. He'd look like a dancing bear next to her grace, and he preferred to keep some of his dignity. Instead, he leans one mountainous shoulder against the frame of the door, a small smile playing across his mouth as he watches her, appreciative.
"I'm wonderful. I came by to see how you are. I would've called, but the phone lines don't run out to my place."
Eliza Bahn
Mon 08:04AM EST
"Quite alright."
A soft rippled of laughter, as warm as a mother's hug and as rich as chocolate melting on your tongue. She continues to dance, spinning and swaying in a serpentine manner that was quite beguiling, hypnotic. It was amazing she didn't actually trip over anything, considering how many things were strewn over the back porch, including several children's toys.
Michael Donnelly
Mon 08:08AM EST
A silence settles, but it's made comfortable by her easy grace, by her aura of calm, by his aura of, at least, non-violence at the moment. His eyes pass over the children's toys scattered, and the question rises to his mind, "How are Lila and Johnathan?" With marked amusement, "Is Dire still threatening to lecture Lila about history?"
A beat later, he adds, "Do you always dance in the morning?"
Eliza Bahn
Mon 08:12AM EST
"They are both well. Mae has taken them into the city today for some reason or another. Who knows what they conned her into this time."
Another ripple of laughter, rich and warm, as it always was. Like a joyful bubble of of water in a clear, clean mountain stream.
"I don't think Dire seems to understand children's lack of concentration at Lila's age, but it was nice of him to offer."
She spins, causing her long skirt, split up along each thigh, to flair out around her like petals of a rose blooming, exposing her legs as she moves towards him.
"Of course. It's the most peaceful time of the day, don't you think?"
Michael Donnelly
Mon 08:15AM EST
"Careful," he admonishes, "you should keep a closer eye on those kids. Otherwise you'll blink and suddenly Lila will be sixteen years old with all the boys chasing after her skirts. She does look like her mother, you know."
Chuckling as she moves toward him, he shifts his shoulder against the doorframe and casts a glance over the forest, tranquil in the morning light. "Depends what day it is, I'd say. But you do have a nice place picked out here."
Eliza Bahn
Mon 08:18AM EST
"Knowing Lila's temprement, she will no doubt be thumping the boys at sixteen and dragging them back to her cave, so to speak. She'll have Changed by then, I would think."
She flashes a smile, closing her eyes as she spun into him, ending up against him with her hands splayed across his chest.
"And I have noticed that the Cousins seem to get what they want, should they set their minds to it."
Michael Donnelly
Mon 08:23AM EST
Automatically, his hands come up to catch her, encircling her sleek waist and then wrapping easily behind her. She is a tall woman, but he is a tall man, and so it works out in the end.
"Oh, is that so?" Raising an eyebrow, mock surprise in his voice, "Funny; I noticed the same about the Kin."
But the laughter that would well slow and molten dies with the growing awareness of her proximity. She can feel his powerful muscles move beneath her as he shifts again against the doorframe, leans forward and kisses her gently on the mouth.
"I haven't thanked you for the ...other night."
Eliza Bahn
Mon 08:26AM EST
"It was my pleasure."
A throaty laugh, boarding on husky. As she lifts her hand, cupping his cheeks to pull his face closer for another, deeper kiss.
"I assure you."
Michael Donnelly
Mon 08:35AM EST
His cheeks are slightly rough beneath her hands. He hadn't shaved since last night, and his was the sort of beard that sprouted five o' clock shadows by noon. When she pulls him down for another kiss, his large hands tighten a notch on her back, rising to her shoulderblades before smoothing down over her flank.
Obviously, he doesn't speak until the kiss is finished. By then his breathing is half-uneven, slipsliding under the flow of her music, which she had not yet turned off.
"I meant to ask you, is there anything I could help you with, or...?" She probably got this with every lover she had: the offer to help around the house. "I forgot to see if you actually needed a picture hanged up."
Eliza Bahn
Mon 08:40AM EST
"Oh, I'm sure if I can find something you can help with."
Her voice with laden with innuendo, her chuckle low as she whispered the words against his ear as she stroked the stubbled of his cheeks with both thumbs. She brushed suggestively against him, caught in his arms.
She lowered a hand from his face, sliding it down one of his arms, over thick, corded muscles and then behind her, wrapping her fingers around one of his hands as she started to step towards the back door.
Michael Donnelly
Mon 08:47AM EST
Good thing the kids were out for the day. It'd be rather disconcerting to look over his shoulder and see four round eyes staring out the window at him.
Her fingers wrap around his hand, and his hand, large, capable, strong, closes around hers in return. She pulls him toward the door and he follows with a low laugh, reaching around her to turn the doorknob and push it open.
"More pictures to hang--" he doesn't finish. They're inside then, and he closes the door (or maybe she does), and she reaches for him (or maybe it's the other way around), and the sentence is suffocated by the sudden blind and hungry contact of their mouths. She's caught in his arms, caught between his powerful frame and the wall, caught in a slant of morning sunlight - utterly lovely.
Eliza Bahn
Mon 08:48AM EST
And... yes, once again they are.. "hanging pictures"
Mon 07:42AM EST
The sounds of pipes and drums streamed through the property, encasing it with a surreal feel, that merely added to the calmness one came to expect from this household. The front door was wide open, allowing the chilled winter air in and giving any one coming up the driveway full view through the living room, into the kitchen and out the back door which was also wide open.
Michael Donnelly
Mon 07:43AM EST
Eight in the morning. Michael was a morning person. Either Eliza was as well, or else she hadn't slept yet. His feet crunch up the gravel driveway (Dierdre had the car again - are we surprised?) and then thump up the stairs, across the porch. Despite that the door is wide open, he knocks politely and refrains from peeking in.
Eliza Bahn
Mon 07:46AM EST
King came charging, as a result of the knocking, through the kitchen, from the back door, almost knocking over one of the chairs perched around the table nestled in the living room near the kitchen. He also came skidding to a sliding, claw grating halt, colliding with Michael's legs when he realized who and what was on his porch.
Michael Donnelly
Mon 07:48AM EST
"Oof." When a dog that big barrels into you, you stumble. Fortunately, Michael had heard King coming, and had had a second or two to prepare for impact. He manages not to keel over and crouches, holding out the back of his hand for the dog to sniff and recognize.
Eliza Bahn
Mon 07:50AM EST
King wasn't making the noises to indicate that a stranger was at the door, which prompted a welcoming call, issuing from through the back door...
"Come in!"
King huffed, chuffed and snuffled Michael's hand and then proceeded to inspect his pockets, looking to see if Michael had brought anything to bribe him with, as Dire had done several nights ago.
Michael Donnelly
Mon 07:53AM EST
Michael, alas, had failed to plan ahead quite so much. In his pockets are a rather old wallet, some money, keys, and a pack of gum. And he wasn't about to feed gum to a dog who'd swallow it.
At the invitation, the Philodox wipes his feet on the welcome mat and proceeds into the house, through the house, out the back. "Morning, Eliza," he greets her. She wouldn't see it, but she can hear it: the slow-unfurling smile, as he looks to see what she was up to.
Eliza Bahn
Mon 07:58AM EST
She was on the wide back porch, bedecked with a swinging chair, much like the one out the front, but this one bedecked with textured cushions and a richly woven throw rug. Pot plants endeavored to grow in the harsh winter clime, soaking in what weak morning sunshine streamed down. Nestled among the plants was a portable stereo, raised up to waist level on a small wrought-iron stand. That was the source of the music; the slow melodic pipes and backing, soul-thrumming drum beat.
She was dancing in the morning sunshine; her movements slow, sensual and as flowing as a stream of water. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling with meditative joy, cracking on eye open unecessarily as she turned slightly in her movements to be facing Michael as he emerged on the back porch. She gave such a good impression of having the gift of sight, as she moved.
"Good morning, Michael. I trust you're well?"
Michael Donnelly
Mon 08:01AM EST
Michael doesn't attempt to join her. He doesn't even think it. He'd look like a dancing bear next to her grace, and he preferred to keep some of his dignity. Instead, he leans one mountainous shoulder against the frame of the door, a small smile playing across his mouth as he watches her, appreciative.
"I'm wonderful. I came by to see how you are. I would've called, but the phone lines don't run out to my place."
Eliza Bahn
Mon 08:04AM EST
"Quite alright."
A soft rippled of laughter, as warm as a mother's hug and as rich as chocolate melting on your tongue. She continues to dance, spinning and swaying in a serpentine manner that was quite beguiling, hypnotic. It was amazing she didn't actually trip over anything, considering how many things were strewn over the back porch, including several children's toys.
Michael Donnelly
Mon 08:08AM EST
A silence settles, but it's made comfortable by her easy grace, by her aura of calm, by his aura of, at least, non-violence at the moment. His eyes pass over the children's toys scattered, and the question rises to his mind, "How are Lila and Johnathan?" With marked amusement, "Is Dire still threatening to lecture Lila about history?"
A beat later, he adds, "Do you always dance in the morning?"
Eliza Bahn
Mon 08:12AM EST
"They are both well. Mae has taken them into the city today for some reason or another. Who knows what they conned her into this time."
Another ripple of laughter, rich and warm, as it always was. Like a joyful bubble of of water in a clear, clean mountain stream.
"I don't think Dire seems to understand children's lack of concentration at Lila's age, but it was nice of him to offer."
She spins, causing her long skirt, split up along each thigh, to flair out around her like petals of a rose blooming, exposing her legs as she moves towards him.
"Of course. It's the most peaceful time of the day, don't you think?"
Michael Donnelly
Mon 08:15AM EST
"Careful," he admonishes, "you should keep a closer eye on those kids. Otherwise you'll blink and suddenly Lila will be sixteen years old with all the boys chasing after her skirts. She does look like her mother, you know."
Chuckling as she moves toward him, he shifts his shoulder against the doorframe and casts a glance over the forest, tranquil in the morning light. "Depends what day it is, I'd say. But you do have a nice place picked out here."
Eliza Bahn
Mon 08:18AM EST
"Knowing Lila's temprement, she will no doubt be thumping the boys at sixteen and dragging them back to her cave, so to speak. She'll have Changed by then, I would think."
She flashes a smile, closing her eyes as she spun into him, ending up against him with her hands splayed across his chest.
"And I have noticed that the Cousins seem to get what they want, should they set their minds to it."
Michael Donnelly
Mon 08:23AM EST
Automatically, his hands come up to catch her, encircling her sleek waist and then wrapping easily behind her. She is a tall woman, but he is a tall man, and so it works out in the end.
"Oh, is that so?" Raising an eyebrow, mock surprise in his voice, "Funny; I noticed the same about the Kin."
But the laughter that would well slow and molten dies with the growing awareness of her proximity. She can feel his powerful muscles move beneath her as he shifts again against the doorframe, leans forward and kisses her gently on the mouth.
"I haven't thanked you for the ...other night."
Eliza Bahn
Mon 08:26AM EST
"It was my pleasure."
A throaty laugh, boarding on husky. As she lifts her hand, cupping his cheeks to pull his face closer for another, deeper kiss.
"I assure you."
Michael Donnelly
Mon 08:35AM EST
His cheeks are slightly rough beneath her hands. He hadn't shaved since last night, and his was the sort of beard that sprouted five o' clock shadows by noon. When she pulls him down for another kiss, his large hands tighten a notch on her back, rising to her shoulderblades before smoothing down over her flank.
Obviously, he doesn't speak until the kiss is finished. By then his breathing is half-uneven, slipsliding under the flow of her music, which she had not yet turned off.
"I meant to ask you, is there anything I could help you with, or...?" She probably got this with every lover she had: the offer to help around the house. "I forgot to see if you actually needed a picture hanged up."
Eliza Bahn
Mon 08:40AM EST
"Oh, I'm sure if I can find something you can help with."
Her voice with laden with innuendo, her chuckle low as she whispered the words against his ear as she stroked the stubbled of his cheeks with both thumbs. She brushed suggestively against him, caught in his arms.
She lowered a hand from his face, sliding it down one of his arms, over thick, corded muscles and then behind her, wrapping her fingers around one of his hands as she started to step towards the back door.
Michael Donnelly
Mon 08:47AM EST
Good thing the kids were out for the day. It'd be rather disconcerting to look over his shoulder and see four round eyes staring out the window at him.
Her fingers wrap around his hand, and his hand, large, capable, strong, closes around hers in return. She pulls him toward the door and he follows with a low laugh, reaching around her to turn the doorknob and push it open.
"More pictures to hang--" he doesn't finish. They're inside then, and he closes the door (or maybe she does), and she reaches for him (or maybe it's the other way around), and the sentence is suffocated by the sudden blind and hungry contact of their mouths. She's caught in his arms, caught between his powerful frame and the wall, caught in a slant of morning sunlight - utterly lovely.
Eliza Bahn
Mon 08:48AM EST
And... yes, once again they are.. "hanging pictures"
Michael Donnelly
Sat 10:03PM EST
The big Philodox shakes his head and starts walking again, heading in the general direction of his cabin. Leaves crunch underfoot, the ground springy and soft from generations of deciduous trees. "No, she's not with me, but it's her turn to get food tonight. Join us if you want."
Dire
Sat 10:05PM EST
*He sniffs the air and licks his chops and falls into step. looking around as they go. Transversing the ground on 4 feet* ~WS~ You've no wish to meet the others? * He pauses to use those little sharp front teeth inbetween his canines tonibble at a flea on a forleg and then scampers to catch up and fall back into stride*
Michael Donnelly
Sat 10:07PM EST
A wry grin toward the lupus-shaped Dire. "First off, the others are all PMSing tonight. Second off, do you know how hard it is to get Dierdre to cook?" Hah. A microwave and a block of flashfrozen crap: he calls it cooking. "I'm not planning on missing it for the world."
Dire
Sat 10:09PM EST
*He snorts at the PMSing thing. He don't need any of that happy horse shit. Trotting along he chuffs soft wolfie laughter at the end* ~WS~ Cook good?
Michael Donnelly
Sat 10:10PM EST
"Uh," as the dim shape of the cabin starts to glimmer through the trees, Michael casts about for a tactful way to put it before falling back on Dire's own words. "Let's just say," grinning, "she cooks 'new'."
Dire
Sat 10:13PM EST
*he looks up and then sniffs as they approach the cabin. That could be good. But.. for smereason didn't sound it. Perhaps he'd just be rather quiet.
icy blue eyes cast and roam as they approach* ~WS~ Shall I shift?
Michael Donnelly
Sat 10:18PM EST
"She won't crap herself if you don't," replies Michael. "She might bitch about housebreaking you, though."
The cabin is a tiny two-room thing: front (kitchen-living room-den-whatever) and back (two cots, two dressers, a radio). This being the boonies and Michael being somewhat well-off as far as Garou went, he could probably afford better. Must be some grunting masculine thing - stay close to nature and all that. Either that or he didn't want to have too many corners to clean.
Mounting the two creaking stairs, Michael pushes the door open. The scent of food (god only knew what) drifts out. "Got company, Dee."
Dire
Sat 10:21PM EST
*as they get to the stairs suddenly Dire seems to SNAP into crinos and shift down to Homid. Pretty quick change over all in all. He adjusts the clanky backpack on his shoulders and nods to Mike mounts the stairs as well. Tall man, skiny with that wiry corded sort of strength about him. Dressed in Steel toed combat boots. Jeans and a dark green and black flanel. On one shoulder there is an overstuffed back pack. His hair is platinum blond and eyes of icy blue. Over the left is a dark black tribal tattoo of the get*
Dierdre Sullivan
Sat 10:25PM EST
The girl (or is she woman? So hard to tell, each shift of the light seemingly adding years, or taking them back) looks up from the table, fork hovering above the styrofoam-and-floury goodness that is her chosen "cooking" for the evening (Cup-o-Noodle - salvation of hungry college students everywhere). Dark eyes drift over the newcomer for all of 3 seconds before flicking back to Michael.
"Didn't realize you were into that sort of thing, hon. Who's your new boyfriend?"
Dire
Sat 10:27PM EST
*He cracks a grin at the comment and figures he'll let Mike feild that one. She has a sence of humor that he can appreciate though. Not like that walker that got all hot and bothered when he rippe out her shiny*
Michael Donnelly
Sat 10:29PM EST
"Funny." He gave up on the sarcasm months ago. It only seemed to encourage her. Following the lithe Skald in, Michael has to duck a little to get in the door. Whoever built this cabin didn't build it for his 6'4", 6'5" frame. The big Philodox (we won't call him graceless, but he was no Black Swan, that was for sure) thumps over to the table and looks down at the Cup-o-Noodles. Well, he expected worse. "Got enough for three? This is Dire. He's a Get, but at least he's a Galliard so we won't be deaf by the end of the night. Dire, Dierdre, my packmate."
Michael pulls up a chair and starts reaching for the cup-o-noodles.
Dire
Sat 10:32PM EST
*he nods moving over and dropping his bacg with a clang. he offers his hand across to Deidre the way he's seen humans do many times before. His melodic if a bit uniqic voice issues out* I've heard so many good things about you. ANd I've even ignored the lies.
Michael Donnelly
Sat 10:33PM EST
"What Dire means is," interrupts Michael, "he's confused the lies with the good stuff."
Dierdre Sullivan
Sat 10:40PM EST
Saying Dierdre has a sense of humor is like saying a chainsaw is a pretty shiny thing - both assumptions are likely to get you hurt. Of course, she's not TOTALLY an ogress... least, not ALL the time.
"There's a few more packages, sure... went to the store today. And the water's already hot, so just pour and stir. The more the merrier." And at that, she rolls her eyes at Michael. "SOMEONE around here has to go shopping, you know."
And she turns to Dire, taking the hand, shaking ever so briefly. "Charmed." Funny, she doesn't sound all that charmed. Maybe it just takes her a while to warm up to people? Or maybe she'd just a bitch. "I'm sure Michael's already forgotten which parts are the lies and which are the truth, so maybe you could explain it to him. In small words, of course."
And she gives Dire another once-over sort of look. "Galliard, hmm? What sort of music you into?"
Dire
Sat 10:43PM EST
*he chuckels softly and sits* I'm more the story teller, master of exageration and making myself and my people look good sort of Galliard. Most of my music is in te wolven tongue. Though I know some limericks that might curl your hair.
* he leans back in the chair. Compaired to Mike he looks kinda scrawny. Only about 6'3" mayby 200lbs. He seems pretty relaxed tonight. He's been out of that damn city long enough. Staying in there gave him the weirds... strange thoughts. aggitation... contemplating the taste of the chattle there... He looks over the cabin* Michael says you share a tribe. * he nods* He lef out your auspex though.
Michael Donnelly
Sat 10:46PM EST
Michael, inured from long suffering, pours water quietly into his cup of noodles and waits for it to soak through. With a smirk, he glances up at Dire. "Dierdre made up half the limericks, I think." Folding the paper lid down over the cup to let it steam better, he adds, "She denies it though.
"By the way, Dee, I met a Gabriel Thunder Oak today. One of our Athros. He's camped out that-a-way," a vague nod over one massive shoulder. "Might wanna go present yourself sometime. Pretend it's one of your sociology professors and you really need the A."
Dierdre Sullivan
Sat 10:49PM EST
She nods, and he can sense a little of the possible interest fade. "Ahh. Pity. I've always been somewhat enamored of Singers who prefer a more... modern touch."
And with his question, she lifts the gold necklace out that hangs around her neck, revealing the Fianna glyph that was hiding somewhere under her shirt before (lucky glyph). "'Fraid so. Only reason I talk to the big doof, actually." She sighs the theatrical sigh of a long-suffering woman. But then, her eyes almost seem to glitter with amusement... and she rests her chin on her hands, staring back at Dire. "What auspice do you THINK I am? Hmm?"
Dire
Sat 10:52PM EST
*He sniffs a few times and looks to her. the frosty blue eyes appraising. drumming his fingers on the table once he nods slowly* Were i forced to venture a guess right now I'd have to say waxing New moon. I could be wrong though. * he nods to her neckless* Your tribe on the hole are a touch more jovial than mine.
* his motions are clam and fluid but with an economy of motion that seems to indicate he thinks of them prior to conducting them*
Dierdre Sullivan
Sat 10:57PM EST
"Try about three, four days earlier." She smiles, rising to her feet. A few steps (small cabin indeed) take her to the refrigerator, pausing only to punch Michael (playfully) in the arm as she passes. "He only wishes I was New Moon. His life would probably be easier."
And she pokes her head into the fridge, questing for a drink. "Either of you want anything?"
Dire
Sat 10:58PM EST
*he nods listening. He looks to Mike with a grin and back to her* Water wouldn't hurt. Thanks.
Michael Donnelly
Sat 10:59PM EST
A snort. "Yeah. She'd actually be useful." Grinning after Dierdre, he peers past her into the fridge. "Anything's good, Dee." Being the Philodox, Michael tries to steer the conversation in important directions again, "So, Dire's looking for a pack."
Dierdre Sullivan
Sat 11:01PM EST
The middle finger periscopes up from behind the open door at Michael's words, and a few moments later, Dire has a bottled water (clinical, sterile, yet marginally better than anything from a tap), Michael is handed a bottle of Bud, and Dierdre begins sipping her hard iced tea. "Ohh?"
Dire
Sat 11:05PM EST
*Henods accepting the water and popping it open with a thumb.* THanks.
Yeah. Garou arn't ment to run alone. I got chuncked out of the umbra here. Died in Atrocity. I figure Gaia though me out here for a reason so I'm lookin' to pack up and make myself useful.
Michael Donnelly
Sat 11:09PM EST
When five minutes are up, Michael rips the lid off his noodle, stirs with a little plastic fork that looks roughly ridiculous in his hand, and starts slurping. "Told him," between bites, "that as long as the two of you don't," swallow, "keep me up nights settling squabbles," slurp, "another packmate couldn't hurt."
Sluuuurp. And he's done. "Good food, Dee."
Dierdre Sullivan
Sat 11:13PM EST
"Why would you need to do that?" She smiles oh-so-sweetly. "After all, everyone knows I'm always right. See? No arguments there."
And then, she looks serious for a moment. "You told him about the whole initiation ritual? With the feathers and the badger and the cheese grater? And he's interested?" She looks almost... startled.
Michael Donnelly
Sat 11:15PM EST
To his credit, Michael's lips twitch only a smidgen. "Yep." He stirs his empty cup and then looks surprised to find it so. "Even told him about the BSD-pit egging contest."
Dire
Sat 11:16PM EST
*he laughs a bit and sips his water* I kicked a badger out of it's den last night actually. The cheese grater sounds like fun but I'm not so sure about feathers. That sounds kinky.
Dierdre Sullivan
Sat 11:21PM EST
She looks at Michael, delicate eyebrow raising. "Still hungry, bottomless pit? Make another one. Or, there's hot dogs in the fridge, if the big strong manly man feels like eating meat, grunt-slobber-snort." She quite clearly enunciates those last few words, making it sound all the more ridiculous.
And then, she turns back to Dire, though in an odd way, it seems as if her words are being spoken directly to both of them. "And, I don't mind. Played a bit of musical packs in my misspent youth, so I can deal. Just keep in mind, if you're too big of a fuck-up, I'm going to have to short-sheet your bed."
Dire
Sat 11:29PM EST
*He sips his water and blinks a bit and looks to Mike and back to he and blinks. Sniffs as if puzzeled* Short sheet my bed? * his ears, even in homid seem to perk up.* SOunds... less than pleasent
Michael Donnelly
Sat 11:31PM EST
"Don't worry," grins Michael, "Dee's just screwing with you. Getting into the pack involves a pretty boring rite with Merlin. But if you're too big a screw-up, she probably will shortsheet your bed. Then you look really stupid trying to get in."
Dire
Sat 11:33PM EST
*He chuckels* Well as long as I don't have to bunk with you I ought to be ok. * a soft grin. Which "you" might have been in question though*
Dierdre Sullivan
Sat 11:37PM EST
She shrugs at Dire's evasion of sharing beds. "I'm sure Michael will be heartbroken, but I bet he'll get over it, in time. Heals all wounds, right?" She smirks at her own private little joke.
And she looks over at Michael. "Though, speaking of bed, I think it's time I went to visit mine. It's getting late, and SOME of us get up before noon."
Michael Donnelly
Sat 11:40PM EST
"Well, not you." His smile is fond, though, as he reaches up to squeeze her hand on her way out. "Night, Dee. Don't let the bedbugs bite."
Living out here, that might be a literal thing. Looking back at Dire, Michael pops his beer open and ducks forward to catch the foam. "So," sitting back, "looks like you two didn't kill each other. Are there any things you need to take care of before you pack with us, or...?"
Dire
Sat 11:43PM EST
*He seems to think about it and shakes his head* Merlin... You are fianna both. You follow the wize aspect of that totem. Knowledgeable in Rituals and the ways of nature. That primal something that all garou nurture?
Dierdre Sullivan
Sat 11:43PM EST
She nods to Dire, and slips a purse over her shoulder. No coat - it's unseasonably warm tonight, and the sweater she's wearing is good enough for her. Keys jingle into her hand, and she heads for the door.
"You know where to find me if you need me, and the cel number hasn't changed. Try not to make too much of a mess, you two."
And with that, she's gone, into the night. And, eventually, back to the very nice hotel she's been renting in Absecon.
You didn't think she was sleeping in a CABIN, did you? Heaven forbid.
Michael Donnelly
Sat 11:45PM EST
Of course not. Dierdre? Cabin? Angels would fall and hell would freeze. "Yep," replies Michael simply, nodding. "Why?"
Dire
Sat 11:45PM EST
*he waves to her and blinks. He had thought she was sleeping out here actually*
Dire
Sat 11:50PM EST
*he blinks and looks back to Mike* Just making sure. The more wrlike aspect is traditionally followed by Fangs and those fuckers are a bit... touched in the head.
Michael Donnelly
Sat 11:53PM EST
Michael chuckles lightly under his breath. "That much 'breeding' would drive anyone insane. Have you seen those purebred poodles?" Sipping straight from the bottle, Michael tilts his chair back again, the joints creaking under his none-too-slight weight. "You should probably get some sleep, too. We'll introduce you to Merlin tomorrow."
He might crack jokes about it, but the bond with a totem was a solemn and sacred thing.
Dire
Sat 11:54PM EST
*he nods* I will. First I will proform a rite of cleansing so that I will meet the totem with a clean solu and body both. * he stands and offers his hand* THank you Michael.
Michael Donnelly
Sat 11:56PM EST
The big Philodox rises with the Galliard, the chair banging down in his haste. Taking Dire's hand firmly, he replies, "You're welcome, Dire. Good to have you around."
Dire
Sat 11:56PM EST
*he nods and grabs his bacg. Heading out to purify himself*
Michael Donnelly
Sat 11:58PM EST
Behind him, Michael watches the Skald until the darkness swallows him, and then shuts the door. Turning to look at the table, he sighs, half-exasperated. Dierdre called putting water in instant noodles "cooking," and "cleaning up" wasn't in her dictionary at all. Gathering up the cups, Michael sees to that.
Sat 10:03PM EST
The big Philodox shakes his head and starts walking again, heading in the general direction of his cabin. Leaves crunch underfoot, the ground springy and soft from generations of deciduous trees. "No, she's not with me, but it's her turn to get food tonight. Join us if you want."
Dire
Sat 10:05PM EST
*He sniffs the air and licks his chops and falls into step. looking around as they go. Transversing the ground on 4 feet* ~WS~ You've no wish to meet the others? * He pauses to use those little sharp front teeth inbetween his canines tonibble at a flea on a forleg and then scampers to catch up and fall back into stride*
Michael Donnelly
Sat 10:07PM EST
A wry grin toward the lupus-shaped Dire. "First off, the others are all PMSing tonight. Second off, do you know how hard it is to get Dierdre to cook?" Hah. A microwave and a block of flashfrozen crap: he calls it cooking. "I'm not planning on missing it for the world."
Dire
Sat 10:09PM EST
*He snorts at the PMSing thing. He don't need any of that happy horse shit. Trotting along he chuffs soft wolfie laughter at the end* ~WS~ Cook good?
Michael Donnelly
Sat 10:10PM EST
"Uh," as the dim shape of the cabin starts to glimmer through the trees, Michael casts about for a tactful way to put it before falling back on Dire's own words. "Let's just say," grinning, "she cooks 'new'."
Dire
Sat 10:13PM EST
*he looks up and then sniffs as they approach the cabin. That could be good. But.. for smereason didn't sound it. Perhaps he'd just be rather quiet.
icy blue eyes cast and roam as they approach* ~WS~ Shall I shift?
Michael Donnelly
Sat 10:18PM EST
"She won't crap herself if you don't," replies Michael. "She might bitch about housebreaking you, though."
The cabin is a tiny two-room thing: front (kitchen-living room-den-whatever) and back (two cots, two dressers, a radio). This being the boonies and Michael being somewhat well-off as far as Garou went, he could probably afford better. Must be some grunting masculine thing - stay close to nature and all that. Either that or he didn't want to have too many corners to clean.
Mounting the two creaking stairs, Michael pushes the door open. The scent of food (god only knew what) drifts out. "Got company, Dee."
Dire
Sat 10:21PM EST
*as they get to the stairs suddenly Dire seems to SNAP into crinos and shift down to Homid. Pretty quick change over all in all. He adjusts the clanky backpack on his shoulders and nods to Mike mounts the stairs as well. Tall man, skiny with that wiry corded sort of strength about him. Dressed in Steel toed combat boots. Jeans and a dark green and black flanel. On one shoulder there is an overstuffed back pack. His hair is platinum blond and eyes of icy blue. Over the left is a dark black tribal tattoo of the get*
Dierdre Sullivan
Sat 10:25PM EST
The girl (or is she woman? So hard to tell, each shift of the light seemingly adding years, or taking them back) looks up from the table, fork hovering above the styrofoam-and-floury goodness that is her chosen "cooking" for the evening (Cup-o-Noodle - salvation of hungry college students everywhere). Dark eyes drift over the newcomer for all of 3 seconds before flicking back to Michael.
"Didn't realize you were into that sort of thing, hon. Who's your new boyfriend?"
Dire
Sat 10:27PM EST
*He cracks a grin at the comment and figures he'll let Mike feild that one. She has a sence of humor that he can appreciate though. Not like that walker that got all hot and bothered when he rippe out her shiny*
Michael Donnelly
Sat 10:29PM EST
"Funny." He gave up on the sarcasm months ago. It only seemed to encourage her. Following the lithe Skald in, Michael has to duck a little to get in the door. Whoever built this cabin didn't build it for his 6'4", 6'5" frame. The big Philodox (we won't call him graceless, but he was no Black Swan, that was for sure) thumps over to the table and looks down at the Cup-o-Noodles. Well, he expected worse. "Got enough for three? This is Dire. He's a Get, but at least he's a Galliard so we won't be deaf by the end of the night. Dire, Dierdre, my packmate."
Michael pulls up a chair and starts reaching for the cup-o-noodles.
Dire
Sat 10:32PM EST
*he nods moving over and dropping his bacg with a clang. he offers his hand across to Deidre the way he's seen humans do many times before. His melodic if a bit uniqic voice issues out* I've heard so many good things about you. ANd I've even ignored the lies.
Michael Donnelly
Sat 10:33PM EST
"What Dire means is," interrupts Michael, "he's confused the lies with the good stuff."
Dierdre Sullivan
Sat 10:40PM EST
Saying Dierdre has a sense of humor is like saying a chainsaw is a pretty shiny thing - both assumptions are likely to get you hurt. Of course, she's not TOTALLY an ogress... least, not ALL the time.
"There's a few more packages, sure... went to the store today. And the water's already hot, so just pour and stir. The more the merrier." And at that, she rolls her eyes at Michael. "SOMEONE around here has to go shopping, you know."
And she turns to Dire, taking the hand, shaking ever so briefly. "Charmed." Funny, she doesn't sound all that charmed. Maybe it just takes her a while to warm up to people? Or maybe she'd just a bitch. "I'm sure Michael's already forgotten which parts are the lies and which are the truth, so maybe you could explain it to him. In small words, of course."
And she gives Dire another once-over sort of look. "Galliard, hmm? What sort of music you into?"
Dire
Sat 10:43PM EST
*he chuckels softly and sits* I'm more the story teller, master of exageration and making myself and my people look good sort of Galliard. Most of my music is in te wolven tongue. Though I know some limericks that might curl your hair.
* he leans back in the chair. Compaired to Mike he looks kinda scrawny. Only about 6'3" mayby 200lbs. He seems pretty relaxed tonight. He's been out of that damn city long enough. Staying in there gave him the weirds... strange thoughts. aggitation... contemplating the taste of the chattle there... He looks over the cabin* Michael says you share a tribe. * he nods* He lef out your auspex though.
Michael Donnelly
Sat 10:46PM EST
Michael, inured from long suffering, pours water quietly into his cup of noodles and waits for it to soak through. With a smirk, he glances up at Dire. "Dierdre made up half the limericks, I think." Folding the paper lid down over the cup to let it steam better, he adds, "She denies it though.
"By the way, Dee, I met a Gabriel Thunder Oak today. One of our Athros. He's camped out that-a-way," a vague nod over one massive shoulder. "Might wanna go present yourself sometime. Pretend it's one of your sociology professors and you really need the A."
Dierdre Sullivan
Sat 10:49PM EST
She nods, and he can sense a little of the possible interest fade. "Ahh. Pity. I've always been somewhat enamored of Singers who prefer a more... modern touch."
And with his question, she lifts the gold necklace out that hangs around her neck, revealing the Fianna glyph that was hiding somewhere under her shirt before (lucky glyph). "'Fraid so. Only reason I talk to the big doof, actually." She sighs the theatrical sigh of a long-suffering woman. But then, her eyes almost seem to glitter with amusement... and she rests her chin on her hands, staring back at Dire. "What auspice do you THINK I am? Hmm?"
Dire
Sat 10:52PM EST
*He sniffs a few times and looks to her. the frosty blue eyes appraising. drumming his fingers on the table once he nods slowly* Were i forced to venture a guess right now I'd have to say waxing New moon. I could be wrong though. * he nods to her neckless* Your tribe on the hole are a touch more jovial than mine.
* his motions are clam and fluid but with an economy of motion that seems to indicate he thinks of them prior to conducting them*
Dierdre Sullivan
Sat 10:57PM EST
"Try about three, four days earlier." She smiles, rising to her feet. A few steps (small cabin indeed) take her to the refrigerator, pausing only to punch Michael (playfully) in the arm as she passes. "He only wishes I was New Moon. His life would probably be easier."
And she pokes her head into the fridge, questing for a drink. "Either of you want anything?"
Dire
Sat 10:58PM EST
*he nods listening. He looks to Mike with a grin and back to her* Water wouldn't hurt. Thanks.
Michael Donnelly
Sat 10:59PM EST
A snort. "Yeah. She'd actually be useful." Grinning after Dierdre, he peers past her into the fridge. "Anything's good, Dee." Being the Philodox, Michael tries to steer the conversation in important directions again, "So, Dire's looking for a pack."
Dierdre Sullivan
Sat 11:01PM EST
The middle finger periscopes up from behind the open door at Michael's words, and a few moments later, Dire has a bottled water (clinical, sterile, yet marginally better than anything from a tap), Michael is handed a bottle of Bud, and Dierdre begins sipping her hard iced tea. "Ohh?"
Dire
Sat 11:05PM EST
*Henods accepting the water and popping it open with a thumb.* THanks.
Yeah. Garou arn't ment to run alone. I got chuncked out of the umbra here. Died in Atrocity. I figure Gaia though me out here for a reason so I'm lookin' to pack up and make myself useful.
Michael Donnelly
Sat 11:09PM EST
When five minutes are up, Michael rips the lid off his noodle, stirs with a little plastic fork that looks roughly ridiculous in his hand, and starts slurping. "Told him," between bites, "that as long as the two of you don't," swallow, "keep me up nights settling squabbles," slurp, "another packmate couldn't hurt."
Sluuuurp. And he's done. "Good food, Dee."
Dierdre Sullivan
Sat 11:13PM EST
"Why would you need to do that?" She smiles oh-so-sweetly. "After all, everyone knows I'm always right. See? No arguments there."
And then, she looks serious for a moment. "You told him about the whole initiation ritual? With the feathers and the badger and the cheese grater? And he's interested?" She looks almost... startled.
Michael Donnelly
Sat 11:15PM EST
To his credit, Michael's lips twitch only a smidgen. "Yep." He stirs his empty cup and then looks surprised to find it so. "Even told him about the BSD-pit egging contest."
Dire
Sat 11:16PM EST
*he laughs a bit and sips his water* I kicked a badger out of it's den last night actually. The cheese grater sounds like fun but I'm not so sure about feathers. That sounds kinky.
Dierdre Sullivan
Sat 11:21PM EST
She looks at Michael, delicate eyebrow raising. "Still hungry, bottomless pit? Make another one. Or, there's hot dogs in the fridge, if the big strong manly man feels like eating meat, grunt-slobber-snort." She quite clearly enunciates those last few words, making it sound all the more ridiculous.
And then, she turns back to Dire, though in an odd way, it seems as if her words are being spoken directly to both of them. "And, I don't mind. Played a bit of musical packs in my misspent youth, so I can deal. Just keep in mind, if you're too big of a fuck-up, I'm going to have to short-sheet your bed."
Dire
Sat 11:29PM EST
*He sips his water and blinks a bit and looks to Mike and back to he and blinks. Sniffs as if puzzeled* Short sheet my bed? * his ears, even in homid seem to perk up.* SOunds... less than pleasent
Michael Donnelly
Sat 11:31PM EST
"Don't worry," grins Michael, "Dee's just screwing with you. Getting into the pack involves a pretty boring rite with Merlin. But if you're too big a screw-up, she probably will shortsheet your bed. Then you look really stupid trying to get in."
Dire
Sat 11:33PM EST
*He chuckels* Well as long as I don't have to bunk with you I ought to be ok. * a soft grin. Which "you" might have been in question though*
Dierdre Sullivan
Sat 11:37PM EST
She shrugs at Dire's evasion of sharing beds. "I'm sure Michael will be heartbroken, but I bet he'll get over it, in time. Heals all wounds, right?" She smirks at her own private little joke.
And she looks over at Michael. "Though, speaking of bed, I think it's time I went to visit mine. It's getting late, and SOME of us get up before noon."
Michael Donnelly
Sat 11:40PM EST
"Well, not you." His smile is fond, though, as he reaches up to squeeze her hand on her way out. "Night, Dee. Don't let the bedbugs bite."
Living out here, that might be a literal thing. Looking back at Dire, Michael pops his beer open and ducks forward to catch the foam. "So," sitting back, "looks like you two didn't kill each other. Are there any things you need to take care of before you pack with us, or...?"
Dire
Sat 11:43PM EST
*He seems to think about it and shakes his head* Merlin... You are fianna both. You follow the wize aspect of that totem. Knowledgeable in Rituals and the ways of nature. That primal something that all garou nurture?
Dierdre Sullivan
Sat 11:43PM EST
She nods to Dire, and slips a purse over her shoulder. No coat - it's unseasonably warm tonight, and the sweater she's wearing is good enough for her. Keys jingle into her hand, and she heads for the door.
"You know where to find me if you need me, and the cel number hasn't changed. Try not to make too much of a mess, you two."
And with that, she's gone, into the night. And, eventually, back to the very nice hotel she's been renting in Absecon.
You didn't think she was sleeping in a CABIN, did you? Heaven forbid.
Michael Donnelly
Sat 11:45PM EST
Of course not. Dierdre? Cabin? Angels would fall and hell would freeze. "Yep," replies Michael simply, nodding. "Why?"
Dire
Sat 11:45PM EST
*he waves to her and blinks. He had thought she was sleeping out here actually*
Dire
Sat 11:50PM EST
*he blinks and looks back to Mike* Just making sure. The more wrlike aspect is traditionally followed by Fangs and those fuckers are a bit... touched in the head.
Michael Donnelly
Sat 11:53PM EST
Michael chuckles lightly under his breath. "That much 'breeding' would drive anyone insane. Have you seen those purebred poodles?" Sipping straight from the bottle, Michael tilts his chair back again, the joints creaking under his none-too-slight weight. "You should probably get some sleep, too. We'll introduce you to Merlin tomorrow."
He might crack jokes about it, but the bond with a totem was a solemn and sacred thing.
Dire
Sat 11:54PM EST
*he nods* I will. First I will proform a rite of cleansing so that I will meet the totem with a clean solu and body both. * he stands and offers his hand* THank you Michael.
Michael Donnelly
Sat 11:56PM EST
The big Philodox rises with the Galliard, the chair banging down in his haste. Taking Dire's hand firmly, he replies, "You're welcome, Dire. Good to have you around."
Dire
Sat 11:56PM EST
*he nods and grabs his bacg. Heading out to purify himself*
Michael Donnelly
Sat 11:58PM EST
Behind him, Michael watches the Skald until the darkness swallows him, and then shuts the door. Turning to look at the table, he sighs, half-exasperated. Dierdre called putting water in instant noodles "cooking," and "cleaning up" wasn't in her dictionary at all. Gathering up the cups, Michael sees to that.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 02:24AM EST
The sound of music spilled through the property; panpipes and drums. Several lights were still on in the house, including the porch and there was the glow of color coming from around the backyard that light up the canopy of overhanging branches.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 02:36AM EST
The Theurge had the car again.
The Theurge had the car and the Theurge took the car into the city to get drunk and get laid, and that left Michael in the cabin with...one pair of feet, an economy-sized can of beef stew, a stove and no matches. He wasn't sure where the neighbors were - if there were even neighbors at all - but wandering seemed the better alternative to sleeping without dinner, so he packs his two feet into his shoes, his can and its opener into his hand, and starts walking. North, south...west. Eventually a road crosses his path and he diverts to follow it, figuring chances were people liked to live along roads and whatnot.
It's a correct assumption, as he finds forty, fifty minutes later. There's a spot of light up ahead and, the closer he gets to it, the more noisy it is. Rhythms resolve into melodies as distance diminishes from a quarter mile to a hundred feet, fifty, ten.
People didn't usually blunder around at 2am looking for matches. People, especially people living alone in a forest, usually didn't appreciate being disturbed at 2am for a match. So it's with some misgivings that Donnelly mounts the steps of the front porch, takes a breath, and knocks.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 02:42AM EST
The music quietens after a few long melodic moments, the fiant sound of feet padding across wooden floors before the door opens a crack to reveal an attractive young woman, her dark chestunut hair loosely piled up on her hair, with waving tendrils spilling out around her cheeks and nape of neck.
"Hello?"
Michael Donnelly
Fri 02:49AM EST
He'd half expected a toothless mountain man with a shotgun, so this comes as something of a surprise - the lack of shotgun more so than the gender of the inhabitant. He'd have thought a woman answering the door at 2am in the middle of the Pine Barrens had even more of a reason to pack heat.
"Hi, sorry to disturb you." His voice is pleasant, the sort you might call warm, but unaccented except for that bland no-accent of the western seaboard. From the place it's coming from, he sounds to be a tall man; from the timbre, he sounds to be a large one, unlanky. "I was wondering if I could trouble you for a match? I've got this, uh, can of beef for dinner" he lofts the can for her inspection, "and no fire to cook it on."
Throw in a grin, Michael. He does: a slow, warm thing, not that she'd be able to tell.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 02:55AM EST
King comes pelting around the house, via the back door, and plants a nose in Michael's crack and snuffles and part snarls. Apparently she wasn't entirely without protection. King whines - it was another one.
She frowns a little, as if paritally baffled. But she smiles. It was as if the sun had broken through the clouds; warm as a spring day.
"I'm sure I can find something for you."
Dire
Fri 02:57AM EST
*He's trotting though the woods at a pretty good clip. He figures he'll check in on the pup and the mother. Trot trot trot*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 03:00AM EST
The canine nose in his asscrack, unsurprisingly, make him jump. Like a foot. "Holy shit!" - whirling around: oh, a dog. "Hey there, champ." Not quite stupid enough to stick his fingers out to pet a bigass dog like that, he puts out the back of his hand, fingers curled.
After he's passed the third degree, he turns back to Eliza with a chuckle. "Nice dog. He do that to everyone? - and, thanks."
Dire
Fri 03:01AM EST
*he comes trotting up and pauses beside the driveway in the shadows and lifts his leg peeing over where King had peed the night before and then sniffing up twords da big house*
Dire
Fri 03:01AM EST
*he comes trotting up and pauses beside the driveway in the shadows and lifts his leg peeing over where King had peed the night before and then sniffing up twords da big house*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 03:04AM EST
"Is King being forward again?" A faint, warm chuckle, as smooth as liquid honey.
She is looking at him, but not at him. It was a decent act of sight, but as always there was something lacking from the gaze. The emotions and thoughts that flickered through people's eyes just wasn't there for her.
Dire
Fri 03:07AM EST
*He shifts to homid crouched there and then stands. Stepping out into the gravel with an audiable crunch and walking twords the house. Crunch crunch crunch. He's tall and wiry lithe. Steel toed combat boots, Jeans. A flannel. Platinum blond hair and blue eyes. He's not ugly but not super attractive. There is a get of fenris over his left brow. those with super human sences might smell some blood on his shirt*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 03:07AM EST
"He--" there was no delicate way to put it, so Michael laughs, skimming right over it. "Yeah. But no worries - he might've taken a chunk out of me instead. Never even heard him coming."
The woman's strange gaze begins to register on him, though this light makes it hard for him to tell for certain. Since she'd neither invited him in (not that he blamed her) nor gone for a match, Michael shifts his weight to one foot and leans his shoulder against the wall, clearing his throat softly. Behind him, another dog runs up, and he turns his head to look.
Wait - not a dog. A wolf. Well, that makes it interesting.
The man standing at Eliza's doorstep is a stranger. Well over six feet, broad and husky, he thumps when he walks, but at least doesn't slouch. If he did, with his size, he'd look like a Neanderthal. His hair is dark; nearly black in this light, but probably lighter in the sunlight. The color of his eyes is hard to tell.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 03:09AM EST
King starts to growl at Dire and barks frantically from where he was pinning Michael to the porch, Eliza behind a partially opened door.
Dire
Fri 03:11AM EST
*he calls out* Oh quit it. You know who I am. * the voice melodic if strangly accented. He crunches closer and nods to the new guy and calls out* It's Dire.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 03:12AM EST
"King, please." She doesn't speak harshly to the large Rottie, but there is authority in her voice and King stops barking, resorting to just glaring at Dire. He smelled like one of them and like blood. It made the poor animal edgy.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 03:13AM EST
When the dog starts to bark at the stranger approaching the house, Michael straightens up and turns to face him. First off, it's 2am and strange men coming up the walk usually wasn't a good thing (hypocrite? Who, him? Nahhh.). Second, while it's hard to tell if the woman's eyes had some flaw or if the light was simply sheening in an odd way,
her breeding wasn't hard to tell at all. She was kin to his tribe, and that gave him some small stake in this.
The big man's hands are clasped lightly at his back, and though he takes a strolling step or two forward, his face is open and waiting. He nods in return. "Evening." When Dire is close enough to read the tattoo, Michael's eyes (whatever color they were, they were dark) flicker to it, and then back to the man. "Michael Donnelly."
Dire and Eliza can almost sense his question - You always get this many visitors at 2am?
Dire
Fri 03:15AM EST
*he walks up the steps and pauses. Sniffs the guy and nods* Dire Warning. * he turns to the dog and reaches up to pull a rather large bone ( human? naaa.. he wouldn't ahve one of those... would he?) from his back and tosses it to King* Good boy. * he turns to Eliza and nods* Hello Eliza
Eliza Bahn
Fri 03:20AM EST
King takes the offering, because hell, he was greedy when it came to his stomach. Bribing was a good way to deal with this rottie, it seemed.
She tilts her head to one side and opens the door a little further, lifting a hand and holding it out with the palm lifted as if she was pressing against a wall. She moves it to within perhaps an inch or so above Michael's back. A warm presense at his lower back, without actually touching.
"Ahhh..." A very soft sound, more to herself than to either of them, as if she has come to a conclusion about something.
"You can you my stove if you wish, Michael."
This was obviously in refernece to the fact that Mr. Donnelly was carrying a can of... something... in one hand. Her voice had warmed even more than it's usually pleasent timber. It was like a wash of calm and pease over the sense, all at the same time.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 03:23AM EST
Michael wonders, bemused, what he introduced himself as when faced with normal humans. Then again, between the temper, the tattoo and the sniffing, Dire probably didn't care what normal humans thought about him.
A glance between Eliza and Dire, uncertain. Since he'd been invited, though, he crosses the threshold, ducking his head a little out of habit. He'd banged his head on his share of doorframes.
In his hand is a rather large can of beef stew. In the other, an opener. Following the woman in, he makes a quick calculation in his head and then makes an offer of his own, "This is more than I can eat, but if you two aren't two hungry it'll probably split three ways."
Dire
Fri 03:25AM EST
*He raises his brows and srugs* ok. * to Eliza* Pup awake?
Eliza Bahn
Fri 03:28AM EST
"I'm fine, but thank you anyway."
A polite refusal with a muscial, confiding voice as she navigates her way carefully through the living room and into the small kitchen, complete with kitchen-nook and table. The back door was still open, as if she'd been doing something on the back porch when Michael had coming knocking.
Tonight she was dressed in a long, rich brown skirt that was slung low across her hips, her lightly tanned stomch exposed, because her rich green sweater was short cropped.
"She's asleep, Dire. She won't be up for some hours, I'm afraid. Thank you for the present you have her. She hasn't stopped carrying it around since you gave it to her."
A warm., encompassing smile as she opens a cupoboard and allows her hand to wander till her fingers come across the handle of a pot which she extends towards Michael.
Dire
Fri 03:29AM EST
*He nods as he walks in with her* I checked with my superiors. They said I can start training her in the lore and tales of our kind. * he sniffs a bit more at Michael and then looks back to Eliza*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 03:32AM EST
"You sure?" he asks, more out of politeness than insistence. The sniffing is tolerated...sort of...though the big man does make efforts to step aside. He watches quietly as Eliza feels for a pot - a natural, perceptive, casual sweep of her hand without the trembling uncertainty of the blindfolded seeing. Either she had been born this way or (more likely, given the way her eyes followed sound) had been blind for quite some time.
"Thank you," he says when she gives him a pot. He'd been taught his manners, thank you very much. The kitchen was small, so he waits until she'd come out of it before moving in. "Just use any of these fires, or do you try to stick to one of them?"
Meanwhile, he starts to open the can.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 03:33AM EST
"Children so young have the attention span of hummingbirds, Dire. I don't know if she'd be much use in remembering the old tales."
That and she was a Fianna and a Get of Fenris' tales were bound to be different to those of the Celts.
"Can I offer anyone a drink?"
Her movements seemed almost as if she was dancing, her skirt whispering around her bare feet as she paced the kitchen.
Dire
Fri 03:36AM EST
*he watches and moves to sit as well. Loweing his bag to the floor with a soft clang* One can try. She seemed intrested last night. * His melodic voice soft* If we start too late... well. It's bad.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 03:36AM EST
"No, don't trouble yourself." The stranger here, Michael mostly keeps quiet until spoken to, watching the interaction between Dire (obviously not homid-born) and Eliza. He empties the sluggishly flowing contents of the can into the pot, and then moves into the kitchen when she comes out of it. Picking a stove at random, he turns the fire on and then comes out of the kitchen a ways, leaning against the wall.
As the silence settles, he asks Dire, "Galliard?" Smiling, "Keeper of the tales?"
Dire
Fri 03:40AM EST
*he nods to Michel* In your words. * a soft smile. No need to be a dick now so he wasn't being one.* Our people call them Skalds. Same general purpose though. For us we lead a bit more from the front than the corresponding auspice of some of the other tribes. * he sniffs some more and looks at Michael* Your one of her people? The Celts? * his melodic voice calm. Neither one would guess he ripped out somones eyering piercing a bit ago because he thought that was a bit funny*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 03:43AM EST
She remains quite during their discussion of "garou things", beacuse it wasn't something that she had much right or knowledge to speak of. She was merely kin and this was their world. Their special thing.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 03:44AM EST
"Well," a self-deprecating shrug of those rather massive shoulders - Michael was about as graceful as a grizzly bear - "my folks came over from the Isles generations ago." Grinning, "I'd say I'm more American hodgepodge now. But yeah. Fianna. Philodox - lawkeeper. Some would say my whole damn tribe are just Galliards in disguise, though."
The beef stew starts to sizzle and Michael pushes off the wall, thumping into the kitchen to turn down the heat before the thing caught on fire.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 03:44AM EST
She frowns a little, the movement knitting her brows together slightly as she cocks her head to one side and slowly turns to look at Dire.
"Are you injured?"
All she can smell is the drying blood; she wasn't able to see if he was actually wounded.
Dire
Fri 03:48AM EST
*He chuckels at Mike. Some would. He wouldn't. He looks to Eliza* Not any more. Thank y ou for your concern though.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 03:51AM EST
"You got a spoon or a ladle in here, Miss?" Michael calls from the little kitchen made even littler by his size. The pot is a toy in his hand, and in the absence of a spoon, he stirs by shaking the stew around.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 03:53AM EST
She rose slowly from her chair, a graceful movement that was a stark contrast to the lack of grace readiating from Michael. She seemed to float along, rather than walk, as if caught up in a dance. She weaved her way past Michael in the kitchen, opening the fridge and running her hands along several containers of liquid before removing one and finding a glass. As to be expected, she pours slowly, listening to the slosh of liquid. When it was 3/4th full of orang juice, she stops and returns the container to the fridge. She rummages through a draw to one side of the fridge and produces a spoon and points up to a cupboard, past him.
"The bowls are in there."
With Michael dominating the space in the kitchen, she carefully brushes past him as she returns to the table with her drink. Her presence was intoxicating in its own right - full of pure breeding mixed with the lingering fragrance of lavender.
Dire
Fri 03:54AM EST
*He sniffs her when she gets up and walks past and smiles*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:01AM EST
Dire's sniffing causes Michael to avert his eyes back to the stew bubbling in the pot. He was the stranger here, he reminds himself, and what may have happened between Dire and Eliza wasn't something he should make assumptions on or mention within twenty minutes of meeting them. The woman did let Dire into the house, after all.
When she comes to show him the spoons and the bowls, he shuffles around to let her past him. The man is solid as an oak, about as large, and about as rapidly mobile. He takes the spoon from her with a smile and a thank-you, and then turns to open the cupboard. She points up to it; he reaches out nearly level to the handle mounted at the base of the door, and removes a bowl. "Not eating, right?" he checks with Eliza one more time and then turns to Dire, "How about you, Dire, you eating?"
Dire
Fri 04:02AM EST
*he nods* Sure. I could eat. * he more watches the blind woman though. She was kin and smelled nice and was pretty in that human sort of way.*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:05AM EST
"No, I'm fine, thank you."
She cradles the glass of fresh orange juice between both hands, probably just to be cautious. She releases one hand from the glass and tucks a stray wave of chestnut hair back behind one of her ears. Sitting there, she was peaceful, radiating a certain essense of calm into her surroundings that made this place an oasis. A place to come, to avoid the turmoil of the outside world for a few peaceful moments of breathing.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:08AM EST
A second bowl joins the first, and he slops the stew out evenly between them. There's enough to fill the bowls to the brim. Adding a spoon to each bowl, Michael takes the pot and places it into the sink, running water to keep the stew from congealing on.
Note to self: clean up later. Right. Balancing the two bowls carefully, he sets on in front of the Get and the other in front of an empty chair, which he lowers himself into. Wood creaks. Elbows on the tabletop, Michael leans down and starts digging in.
Dire
Fri 04:09AM EST
*he looks at it and his platinum blond brows raise and he blinks. He leans over to sniff at the stuff and blinks. Sticking his tongue out he gently touches it to the stew and pulls it back and blinks tasting it*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:10AM EST
She slides her glass onto the table, resting her own elbows on it and folds her hands neatly under her chin, looking between the two men with disconcerting accurracy.
"Are you new to the area, Michael?"
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:13AM EST
It's stew out of a can: meat cooked tasteless and ultratender, vegetables little more than dull-colored chunks of texture amidst thick broth. Nevertheless, it was food, and so while Dire is carefully tasting, Michael is all but dumping it down his throat.
Christ, he was hungry. His usual dinnertime passed about nine hours ago. When Eliza speaks, he's in the middle of a large bite and has to scramble to swallow it all before he speaks. Talking through a mouthful of stew tended to be more than impolite - it tended to be messy. Very.
Grateful for the break in the silence, though, he answers. "Deidre and I - she's my packmate - just moved in today. We live in the old Frederics cabin about two miles south - you know the one?"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:15AM EST
She shakes her head, her lips in what seems to be an every present, warm and engaging smile.
"I've only moved to the area, myself, I'm afraid."
Dire
Fri 04:16AM EST
*He blinks and leans over to taste it again and srugs. Tasted bland but not horriable. He starts to eat quietly.* You have a Skald?
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:21AM EST
"Oh?" A somewhat surprised glance around the room. Looked like she had settled it nicely, it did. "Mind if I ask why here?" ...of all Godforsaken places.
Then, with a faintly puzzled frown at Dire, "In the pack? No, we don't. It's just me and Deidre."
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:23AM EST
"I heard that there were Cousins in the area that did not have much in the way of Kin assistance and I felt compelled to lend a hand as best I could."
And she had settled in quite nicely, thank you. She had help, that's why.
Dire
Fri 04:25AM EST
* he nods* So you would need one.... * Eating quietly with the spoon*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:26AM EST
"I've heard the same. Deidre and I are here because New York was getting a little too urban for my tastes, but anywhere else was too rural for hers." That slow grin resurfaces; whether or not she could see it, he couldn't stop it. Stirring his steaming stew, he adds, "Are there? Garou, I mean."
Then, to Dire, "Maybe eventually. We've been getting along pretty good, just us two." Chuckling, "Why? Are you offering?"
Dire
Fri 04:28AM EST
*He srugs* Have to meet the other. Your not too objectionable though * he smiles softly. A mild case of humor* Garou are ment to run in packs.. not alone. I'm alone now and won't pack with those in the city. Their packmates are too close to breaking the first commandment.
There are Garou about.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:30AM EST
Again, it had turned to a comversation that she had no real right to be in, as only a Kin. This was Special Fuzzy Stuff.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:32AM EST
She unfolds her hands, while listening and reaches to one side, laying a hand on Michael's arm.
"Would you like a drink?" She 'glances across at Dire. "Dire?"
Dire
Fri 04:35AM EST
*He looks down at her touching Mike and not him. Oh..... even the blind can tell his metis.. what does he smell? * he casually sniffs himself* Water? Or ... Yo-hoo?
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:37AM EST
"Yo-hoo?" She arches an eyebrow delicately, tilting her head while listening to Dire speaking.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:39AM EST
"I'll take that as a compliment, coming from a Get," replies Michael, smirking. Then, ruminating over his stew, he adds, "Deirdre's..." chuckling, "...she can be a bit difficult. But a good Theurge. And a good enough soul, under all the bitching I got when I told her we were moving out here."
The hand on his arm startles him somewhat. Those who have lost the gift of sight often depend on other senses - especially touch and sound. The night is cool, and he wears a sweater, dark blue. Beneath it, he has the arms of a blacksmith. "Water's fine, thanks."
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:40AM EST
She nods and smiles at Michael as she stands, her hand sliding off his forearm as she turns to Dire, facing him is not being able to see him.
"What would you lke, Dire?"
Dire
Fri 04:40AM EST
Water is fine... Yo-hoo is a chocolatly drink I tasted in Ontario. * he nods and eats slower and nods to Mike* Yeah? I know a theurge that might come.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:42AM EST
She leaves the two men at the table, entering the kitchen, leaving a lingering smell of lavender in her wake.
She rummages around the kitchen as they speak about furry business.
Dire
Fri 04:43AM EST
*he sniffs as she leaves and smiles looking at Mike* She smells good doesn't she?
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:45AM EST
"Another Theurge?" Michael grins, broadly, just imagining Deirdre's reaction to that. Up would go the Eyebrow of Doom; cool as ice: What, I'm not good enough for you anymore, Mike? "Not sure if Deirdre would be so hot for that."
Then, a rather awkward question. "Er," he distracts himself with a mouthful of stew. "Yeah, like lavenders."
Dire
Fri 04:47AM EST
*he nods* I kinda doupt SHE would be so hot for it. But I like her. She's good. I need a pack. * he srugs. Plain honesty* Being with out a back makes my insides hurt.
* he nods* Yeah.. flowers and good... human smell.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:50AM EST
The big man studies the Galliard over a spoonful of stew. Then, lifting the bowl, he finishes it off quickly and searches for something to wipe his mouth on. "See how you get along with Deirdre. I might be a half-moon, but I'm not going to spend all my time settling fights between you two if you don't get along. As for the other Theurge - we'll see about that."
Getting up, he gestures toward Dire's bowl. "You going to finish that, or are you done?"
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:52AM EST
And then, a pause. Michael thinks a moment, debating, and then adds quietly, "I think if you keep the smell-good comments up, you'll scare her off."
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:52AM EST
She pours two glasses of water, carefully holding the chilled jub with both hands as she does so. Her skirt flutters around her legs as she walks around the kitchen, the material a soft wrinkled silk that rustles softly with each step.
Dire
Fri 04:55AM EST
*he nods* I'm eating.. just slower. It tastes.... * he things of a diplomatic way to put it* new. *he looks over at Liza* She DOES smell good... * he nods* You must be Human born..*He srugs as if that wasn't a sin* You sometimes forget your most improtant sence. Smell.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:57AM EST
"She's human-born too," replies Michael lightly, straightening up now that it looked like Dire wasn't done after all. With a smile to take the edge off the words, "You look like you're forgetting that, yourself."
He takes his glass from Eliza ("thank you") and takes it with him into the kitchen. "Do you have dishwasher soap around here, miss... I'm sorry, I haven't asked your name."
Dire
Fri 04:59AM EST
*he srugs and eats some more* Doens't mean she can't smell good. Just makes it less likly. SHe does. Is compliment.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:01AM EST
"Eliza."
She has a slight smile on her lips as Michael takes the glass and she raises her eyebrow slightly in some form of silent query, or perhap just teasing slightly, since she had overheard the conversation quite cleary.
"We have a diswasher under the bench. Just stack it neatly."
Dire
Fri 05:02AM EST
*he takes his glass too* Thank you Eliza.
Do you mind that you smell good?
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:03AM EST
"Eliza," he repeats. "I'm Michael." She probably overhead him introducing himself to Dire, but the only polite response to an introduction seemed to be another.
Michael gives up on the smell issue. Damn non-Homids. At any rate, it didn't seem to be bothering the woman - yet. Squirting dishwasher soap into the presoaking pot, he drowns his bowl in the concotion. "I'll try," he promises as he scrubs the dishes off.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:04AM EST
"I've been told such before." She smiles at Dire as she folds herself gracefully back into her chair and takes up her glass of orange juice again. She glances in the general direction of the kitchen, an old habit from the long years that she was with sight.
"What do you think, Michael? Do I smell good?"
There was a faint teasing tone to her voice and a delicate ripple of laughter floating through the words.
Dire
Fri 05:06AM EST
* he grins and finishes his soup and sips the water. Yep. with that one question to Mike this kin just got put on the "good" list. She had a sence of humor. That's rarer than he's teeth*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:06AM EST
His hands pause in the soapy water a moment. The big man chuckles under his breath and raises his voice to call through the open kitchen door. "Sure. Like flowers and good human smell."
Noah Sullivan
Fri 05:07AM EST
:He made his way up the long road, a lone dark figure. A heavy brown long coat draped over massive shoulders, obscuring as much of the cold as possible. Bits of plaid flannel hung untucked over his jeans as he listens to the sound of his heavy boots clomp on the asphalt. A faded baseball cap pulled low over his face. He grips onto the worn strap of a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. Cold, blue eyes glance upward at the row of houses that seem to run along the strip of road:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:08AM EST
"And what exactly does a good human smell taste like?"
Another soft spill of a rich, warm laughter that complimented the rest of her nicely.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:09AM EST
Another underbreathed laugh. "Like Yoo-hoo, I think." Overturning the pot, he dumps soap water down the drain and then runs the water to rinse the pot and bowl and spoon off.
Dire
Fri 05:10AM EST
* he grins and sits back sipping his water. He laughs at the Homids responce and his brows raise*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:11AM EST
"I'v never had anyone tell me I taste like chocolate milk before."
Her voice was warm, like a ray of sunshine on your back in spring, and rich, like rich, moist brown soil overturned in autumn - if you could ever place images alone to a person's voice.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 05:12AM EST
:He mutters under his breath, his van parked several miles down the road, broke down. He narrows his eyes, scoping out the houses. Which one to knock on? And who to pester at this late hour. He checks the letter boxes as he passes them by. The faint sound of chimes whistle in a cold breeze, alerting his ears:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:12AM EST
"Rich, fresh strawberries, maybe..."
A teasing note to her spoken thought, smiling in Dire's direction and then back towards the kitchen.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:13AM EST
"Hey now," over one shoulder as he turns the spoon under the stream of water to get the soap off, "it's a good taste. Better than strawberries. Right, Dire?"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:14AM EST
"I suppose it depends on what strawberries you have been licking, hmmmm, Dire?"
She raises an eyebrow with a mischevious grin.
Dire
Fri 05:15AM EST
* He seems to think about it.* I was thinking that she might taste like a spring air after a rain... when the forrest is quiet and the world is at peace for one moment... or the cleaness of the streams after the 3rd good snow of the season..... Or Glacer heart Ice... Something like that.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:16AM EST
Michael laughs aloud, either at Eliza's words or Dire's, or both. "Galliards and their damn silver tongues - should I dry these, Eliza?"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:16AM EST
"Just leave then to drip dry."
She tilts her head, resting one cheek in the open palm on a hand, looking relaxed and bemused at the same time.
Dire
Fri 05:19AM EST
*he smiles at Eliza and his melodic voice goes furhter* She would tastes like freedom endangered but gained again.... like satisfaction of a job well done. Her skin as soft as butter cups and as natural as the cycles of the moon. * he snioffs some more and coos at all that pure blood and such*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:19AM EST
Which is what he does, stacking them neatly on the rack to dry. Tearing a paper towel from the dispenser under the cabinets, he dries his hands, picks his glass up, and returns to the table. "Thanks for letting me use the stove, Eliza. Are we keeping you up?"
Dire
Fri 05:19AM EST
*he smiles at Eliza and his melodic voice goes furhter* She would tastes like freedom endangered but gained again.... like satisfaction of a job well done. Her skin as soft as butter cups and as natural as the cycles of the moon. * he snioffs some more and coos at all that pure blood and such*
Noah Sullivan
Fri 05:22AM EST
:He stops near the tree that the windchimes dangled from. His attention drawn to them. Something upon the metal drew his attention. He looks to the house beyond the letter box for a moment and then back to the chimes:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:23AM EST
"How kind, Dire."
She smiles, but it was a little strange, even for her being used to having compliments and Fianna hanging around if only because of her pure breeding and the possibilities that came with it. After all, Dire was obviously making some rather open innuendo concerning his thoughts and in front of one of her own tribe, which wasn't usual for her to experience.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:24AM EST
Michael listens to Dire, watches Eliza's reaction to it. An amused smile touches the corners of his mouth. For all the size and huskiness of the man, his mouth is well-shaped, expressive beneath a strong nose. Taking a sip of water, he leans forward conspiratorially and sets the glass down.
"How about we leave it at 'she'd taste good'?"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:25AM EST
She reaches over with her free hand and pats Michael's hand gently with it, a smile that had some meaning in it which could be anything at this point. Perhaps it was just a way to say thank you?
Dire
Fri 05:28AM EST
He chuckels. He'd said smell. She was the one that went off on the taste thing. He nods in agreement* Probly. Not that a loly Get like myself will ever know said pleasures. * he stands with his glass and walks over to refill it with water*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:31AM EST
"Oh, come on," chuckles Michael, "underestimating yourself? That doesn't sound like a Get-ish thing to say."
Since Eliza cannot see his returned smile, his hand curled on the table simply flexes against hers lightly, once, in acknowledgment. A sip of water - his glass was still close to full, as he'd been washing dishes while Dire was drinking.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:32AM EST
"You shouldn't speak so poorly of yourself, Dire."
Such comments tended to bring out the caregiving side of herself, the counselling healer.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 05:33AM EST
:His head turns back towards the house. His heavy shoulders roll slightly beneath the coat as he turns that way. Walking up the path to the house. He looks around first at the yard to see any signs of animals, then the door:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:34AM EST
King heard the crunch of footsteps on the gravel outside, as someone walked up the driveway and he stops chewing on his bone (courtesy of Dire) and his ears prick up and he barks once.
Dire
Fri 05:35AM EST
*he fills up the water. He's metis. Garou don't let a metis have a woman that is pure pred and could pump out puppies. That's just a simple fact. They might think him lupus born and unless they asked he wouldn't tell them different* Eh... perhaps in the next life
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:36AM EST
Relaxed at the table, his long legs kicked out under it, Michael turns toward the door at the single bark, alerting up. "Are you always this popular in the middle of the night?"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:37AM EST
She turns her head in the direction of her Rottweiler, King, and arches an eyebrow then casts a wry look at Michael.
"My house is open to all family, whatever the hour."
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:38AM EST
She gestures to the door with a hand, while looking in Michael's direction.
"Could you possibly anwser that for me?"
He would at least be able to see who or what was out there.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 05:39AM EST
:The single bark caught his attention. He pauses before ever reaching the door, staring at it. He didn't feel right just walking up on someone's home. But he was in need of aid. He heads up anyway and gives a loud rap on the door:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:40AM EST
King sprang to his feet, bolting for the front door and snuffling on the inside of it, Noah on the other side well out of reach of the large animal.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:41AM EST
"Of course." At the knock, he was already halfway out of his chair. He makes his way over to the door and opens it, looking out at whomever might be there, one hand on King's neck in case the animal decided to jump out and take a bite out of the visitor.
"Help you?"
Dire
Fri 05:41AM EST
* he lsitens from where he is. Walking back to stand beside Eliza. Sips his water*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:42AM EST
King tugged against Michael's restraint, now that the door wasn't in the way, his tail wagging a lot but he didn't look all friendly. His nose and instincts told him something about this one too.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:44AM EST
With her cheek still resting in the palm of one hand, held up by an elbow on the table, she relaxes in her chair, listening and looking in the direction of the doorway. She crossed her legs, her long skirt of wrinkled silk whispering with the rustle of movement.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 05:44AM EST
:He looks down or up from beneath the baseball cap at Michael. He was tall, well over 6'5 and broad beneath the long coat. Looked like a drifter, cold and covered in dust: Broke down ways back on the road. Saw the Chimes out front and thought this might be a hospitable place. :Cold, blue eyes look down at the dog, narrowing slightly. A supressed growl rumbled in his throat at the animal:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:45AM EST
King whined and tugged against Michael's restraining hand on his neck more in response to Noah's rumbled growl at him.
Dire
Fri 05:45AM EST
* He looks twords the front door and speaks to Eliza* 'Nother one.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:51AM EST
Keeping a firm grip on the big dog - which isn't easy, even for a powerful man like Michael - he's half-bent, the other hand on the doorknob. At the rumble of a growl, Michael's dark eyes narrow a notch. At the reply, though, he straightens up a bit, blocking the dog with a knee wedged into the doorway while he looked over his shoulder at Eliza. Blind woman, strange drifter, leave them alone in the same house.
Uh. No.
Looking back at Noah, "My - sister and I have a cabin about two miles down. You can crash there if you want." A pause, scratching absently behind King's ear. "If you wanna come in and get warm, though, I don't think Eliza'd mind."
Noah Sullivan
Fri 05:55AM EST
"I've been out in the cold for while. I wouldn't mind if I'm not intruding on anyone." :A glance to Michael and then over beyond Michael to Eliza and Dire if he was still there:
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:57AM EST
Another glance at Eliza, who didn't seem to mind. "Sure," says Michael, nudging the door open with his shoulder as he backs the dog away. "C'mon in."
Shutting the door after Noah had entered, Michael carefully lets the Rottweiler go. "We had some stew, but I'm afraid Dire and I ate it all." A slight grin resurfaces, "You'll have to beg Eliza for food."
Dire
Fri 06:00AM EST
*Dire stands there. Tall and lithe, he's dressed in Steel toed combat boots. Jeans and a dark flanel himself. Platinum blond hair and blue eyers with a get of fenris tattoo over his left brow. He sips his water and watches. The Skald is silent for the moment.*
Noah Sullivan
Fri 06:00AM EST
:He sidesteps into the door, moving about a foot away from it. He looks over at Michael with a raised brow, not even bothering to reply to the begging comment. His attention focuses back on the rott, waiting to see if the dog was going to view him as threat or not. Noah was invading its turf not the other way around:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:04AM EST
King, for all he was a powerful garbage dispoal unit of a dog, wasn't stupid. He's see things go hairy before he'd tucked tail and bolted for the hills. Noah smelled like a hairy, so he grumbled and whined a little, but picked up his bone - to which she did growl at them all in warning that he wasn't gonna give it up to them; hairy or not. He carried it to Eliza's feet, where he dropped down and starting chewing again, eyeing the three men cautiously.
"Can I get you anything? A drink? Something to eat?"
Noah Sullivan
Fri 06:06AM EST
:His attention focuses on Eliza and he sees why the dog would be so protective. He would be to if he had a pretty mistress. Lucky dog. He clears his throat, pulling off the duffle bag to let it sink to the floor, yet still holding it: "Yes, ma'am. Something warm if you have it"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:08AM EST
She smiles warmly and it oft' times felt like with just a smile she was wrapping a person in a warm ambrace of welcome just by that one expression. She stands from her chair, almost floating in her movements as she moves around Dire and into the kitchen to prepare something for Noah.
Dire
Fri 06:09AM EST
*He steps out of Eliza's way as he was standing beside. her. Skirting the dog out of bite rangs. He wouldn't blame the fucker a bit if it bit him. If somone tried to steal his food he'd bite them too. Moving back to his bag he sits and pulls out a dark blue .... crowbar? It appears to be a long blue crowbar. A pry end and a hook end just like the ones people buy in the store. On the side etched into the paint there is the word "Babe". Sitting he pulls out a rag and starts gently polishing the thing*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:12AM EST
Noah's presence is like a cold wind, and even Eliza's calming presence takes a while in eliminating that effect. A quiet falls over the room while everyone rearranges themselves. Michael returns to the table, sitting where he had before, pulling his nearly empty glass back to himself.
He eyes Dire polishing his crowbar for a moment, and then looks at Noah. "So where are you going?" Seemed to be a politer question that 'where did you come from?'
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:14AM EST
She heats the kettle and pulls out a thick, glazed clay mug that was both deep and wide, rummaging carefully through the cupboards for what she knew was there. Pulling a satchel out of the packet, she tears it open, pouring the contents into the mug and when the kettle has heated, in goes the boiling water. She stirs it with a spoon and then returns to the trio (plus dog) a few minutes later. The contents of the mug smealt like some sort of instant chicken soup. She sets it on the table, and obvious invitation for Noah to join them. She wasn't the sort to make him stand while everyone else was sitting.
She returns to her own chair, folding herself into and seemingly perfectly at ease. Relaxed. Calm. A soothing presence among a copious package of rage on three sides.
Dire
Fri 06:15AM EST
*He watches. Sniffs at the cup from where he is and sniffs at Noah a bit from where he is too.. His blue eyes flickering to Mike and raiseing a brow*
Noah Sullivan
Fri 06:20AM EST
:He leaves his bag by the door, shouldering out of the long coat. He comes over to the table and pulls back the chair that sat before the mug and drapes the coat over the back. His eyes shift between Michael and Dire, lingering on Dire with his toy: "At the moment? I'm not sure. Just traveling" :He replies in a neutral tone. He could feel some sort of tension brought on by his presence. He sits down, reaching out for the cup:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:22AM EST
"You mentioned the wind chimes..."
An almost rhetorical question, her voice and posture so much more inviting towards Noah than either of the men in her company. But, in general, she was probably a nicer, more open and welcoming person than Dire or Michael.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:23AM EST
"Yeah?" Michael lifts his glass and drains it, then toys with it. Between his large hands, the glass seems a frail thing. "We're all pretty new here, I think. Unless Dire's been here longer?" - a question in the glance toward the crowbar-wielding one.
Dire
Fri 06:26AM EST
*He smiles enignamicly* More than a little bit, less than a long while. * he nods with a sage look and casually lays the crow bar across his legs. He's not doing anything inheriantly threatening at the moment but that tattoo over his left brow is a quiet reminder of the inner monster that at the flip of a switch could be unleashed apon the world. He sips his water almost daintily. Only being about 6'3" he's the smallest of the garou here and by far the thinest. His strength is that steel cord wiry sort. He's more the graceful "wach at you till you scream and bleed" type than the "MIGHTY BLOW" sort*
Noah Sullivan
Fri 06:27AM EST
:He flicks his gaze back over to Dire and that crow-bar. Cold eyes narrow slightly as if focusing on it. He nods his briefly to Michael in reply. His hands just hold the cup for several minutes, enjoying the feel of something warm on his skin: "Yes, the wind chimes. Very interesting ones at that." :finally raises the cup to his mouth to sip, not caring that it's soup:
Noah Sullivan
Fri 06:29AM EST
"So how 'new' are you to these parts. If I might ask?" :A casual glance at Michael, before he lets it slip over to Eliza:
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:30AM EST
"Read what it said?" Michael asks lightly, getting to his feet to refill his glass.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:30AM EST
And, while the water runs into the glass, Michael replies, "Very." With a chuckle, "I've been here about six hours longer than you."
Dire
Fri 06:32AM EST
*He leans a bit closer and gets a good sniff of Noah and snorts a bit and rubs his nose, sitting back to sip some more water. Eliza might smell good but to his nose Noah did not. Though it didn't really smell like his fault. He just needed a bath. They all get funky sometimes.*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:32AM EST
While Eliza did seem to be looking at Noah quite directly and paying attention to the conversation, her eyes seemed wrong. It might take a few moments to realize why. The thoughts and emotions that played their drama through a person's eyes was not there in hers. It was like something was missing and no doubt, one would guess, it was her sight. But her uncanny ability to seem like she was looking at those she was speaking to also spoke volumnes. That her sigh had not been a born default, but one that happened after more than a few years of sight.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:34AM EST
She stands slowly from her chair, the skirt falling in a shimmer and rustle of dark purple crinkled silk to her bare feet. Her stomach was bared, her rich green sweater being short cropped, rather that it's full length. She had her glass of juice in one hand and she seemed to accidentally brush against Noah as she walked around the table and into the kitchen after Michael, to get another drink.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 06:35AM EST
:His gaze lingers on Eliza. Though it is not one of admiration. Yes, Eliza was a beautiful woman, but Noah wasn't looking at her appearance. He focuses on her eyes, watching her facial features and realizing the lack of sight. He seems genuinely surprised by this:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:36AM EST
To Michael, in the kitchen, she merely pitches her voice low as she mummurs to him as she passes him.
"He is."
Noah Sullivan
Fri 06:36AM EST
:His head follows Eliza's movements until she disappears into the kitchen once more. Fully aware of the light touch:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:38AM EST
King snorts and rumbles beside Eliza's chair, chewing rather noisly on his bone with obvious relish.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:38AM EST
Crack... King breaks part of the bone with his powerful jaw, licking (or attempting to) at the tasty marrow inside the bone.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:39AM EST
He is...?
Michael turns to watch Eliza pass, brow lightly furrowed - wondering. Then, picking up his glass, he rejoins the others at the table. The waterglass is set down with a clink and then Michael lowers himself into his chair.
"I'm Michael," he says conversationally, and then takes a chance - trusts in the kin's judgment. "Fostern Fianna Philodox."
Dire
Fri 06:41AM EST
*he listens and watches. One hand gently in his lap ( on babe) the other sipping the last of the water rom his glass.*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:43AM EST
She pours herself another glass of orange juice before she returns from the kitchen (again) and takes her seat. She remains quiet. This wasn't a conversation for her to be a part of, so to speak.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:45AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: With her ankles crossed and legs extended slightly under the table, the soles of her feet rest lightly against one of Michael's shins.
Dire
Fri 06:46AM EST
*he waits for Noah to reply.*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:50AM EST
...and Michael, waiting, leans back in his chair, glass on the table, loosely held in his hand. His eyes stay on Noah, patient enough, until they skim down at the surface of the table for a moment - flit up, fix on Eliza for a moment, and then move on to Dire.
Dire
Fri 06:50AM EST
*he looks to Mike* You have a Deed name Michael? * he smiles* Few ballads in the High Tongue use names of christian birth
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:50AM EST
(erm. I haven't thought one up for him yet, but pretend he tells Dire *LOL*)
Dire
Fri 06:51AM EST
(( snickers. ok))*He nods and looks back to Noah. Kinda a hint there*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:52AM EST
She seems to be able to feel when attentions move around the table, people looking at one another, or at least passing their attention, if not their gaze. They had a way of shifting their posture, ever so slightly. A rustle of clothing, a slight jangle of keys, whatever. It gave people away to her hearing.
She smiles ever so slightly, resting her cheek in an open palm again and just flicks an eyebrow at Michael before returning her attention to her orange juice.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 06:55AM EST
:Ah, and so it happened. He'd been waiting for this part of the conversation. He had his suspisions about the two men. He folds his thick arm on the table, the worn flannel stretching over flexed muscle. That cap still low over his stubbled face. Cold eyes look at Michael, then over to Dire and back again as he answers: "Good to meet another of the blood then, Michael-yuf." :His expression somber as it had been: "Noah Sullivan, Drinks Too Much, Fostern Fianna of the Full Moon"
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:57AM EST
A twitch of his lips. The big Philodox shifts in his seat, slouching down an extra inch or so as he seems to relax in the presence of a tribesmate. "Likewise. Do you? Drink too much, I mean."
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:58AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: Ever so slightly, her warm soft feet seem to slide a little down his covered leg.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 06:59AM EST
:He found amusement in the question. A slight grin cracks on face: "That remains to be seen by some. I've been told that I do."
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:59AM EST
to Eliza Bahn: ...and, that extra inch or so down slides her feet that much higher back up on his shin. The tip of his shoe traces a line along the back of her calf.
Dire
Fri 07:02AM EST
*he finishes of the water. Stadning he hangs babe by a belt loop and walks to get some more. Fianna drink? Noooo Never. NOT THEM. He smiles softly as he walks back to stand and finally sit*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:02AM EST
"Hey," laughing, as he lifts the glass for another drink - why were they drinking water, anyway? Three Fianna and a Get. You'd think... "best way to drink."
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:05AM EST
"I do actually have stronger drinks, if people would prefer?"
After all, she was Fianna kin, and sometimes getting absolutely tanked was the best remedy for a person who was emotionally screwed up.
Dire
Fri 07:06AM EST
*he perks up intrested* yohoo?
Noah Sullivan
Fri 07:07AM EST
:Noah seems to relax more at Michael's laugh. He pulls the baseball cap off his head and then back on again, turning it backwards. He looks at the empty soup cup and lurches from his seat, picking it up to deliver it to the kitchen: "If you have something a better bite, lass.. No sense in hiding it" :He chuckles to Eliza: "You're cup, m'lady"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:08AM EST
"Mainly beer and tequila, I'm afraid, Dire."
She hands Noah her glass, half full of orange juice, with a warm engaging smile as chestnut waves of hair float across her cheeks, freed from behind her ears.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:09AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: She slides one of her feet up his shin and then all the way back down, lingering and slowly.
Dire
Fri 07:10AM EST
*he scraches behind his ear. Scrach scrach scrach, a soft growl coming from him. At least he's useing his hand and not his foot. he's pretty limber though. It doesn't take any imagination that if he wasn't in a chair to see him doing it that way. He grumbels and settels and sips his water and looks between them. * No thank you.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:11AM EST
Michael, of all of them, seems to hesitate a moment at the offer. Maybe he was one of those rare Fianna who couldn't hold his liquor. Maybe he didn't want to make the poor blind woman get up and run around. Maybe he just didn't want her to get up, period.
"I oughta head back--" for no apparent reason, Michael breaks off for a second, glances at Eliza and then chuckles, shrugging. "Aw, what the hell, I'll have a beer for the road."
Noah Sullivan
Fri 07:11AM EST
:Noah took her glass, looking at it. He still held the empty soup mug: "I meant..Never mind." :Shakes his head, moves around her to the sink to set his cup down. Still holding Eliza's: "What do I do with this?"
Dire
Fri 07:12AM EST
*he looks at Noah and blinks* Fill it up?
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:13AM EST
"Just put it with the rest of the dishes, thanks, Noah."
Maybe she didn't want to get up either, being that she'd been up and down all night.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 07:14AM EST
:He nods, turning back to the sink. He had the decency to rinse the glass out before setting it down. He wipes his wet hands on his jeans: "Assume beer is in the fridge?"
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:15AM EST
She'd be going up and down a whole lot more if this went on. "Thanks for getting 'em, Noah," calls Michael, draining his glass for the beer soon to come.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:15AM EST
"Top shelf."
She calls out in reponse to Noah's query. She didn't mind having the beer at a level that Lila could reach it, because she knew better. The Tequila, however, was on top of the fridge incase the dark haired waif decided to... experiment.
Dire
Fri 07:17AM EST
*He turns and sniffs the air and blinks raising half out of his chair to sniff again and then snorts softly once. Sniffs rapidly about 5 times and then sits back again*
Noah Sullivan
Fri 07:18AM EST
:Apparently, volunteered for the beer run. He checks the fridge, looking in for a moment and grabs three bottles off the top shelf with one big hand. He bumps his hip against the door to shut it and opens the bottles with ease as he heads back to the table, setting them down in front of Eliza and Michael: "You're all welcome."
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:19AM EST
to Eliza Bahn: When Dire gets up, Michael jerks his foot back. When the Get sits down again, he extends his leg again - cautiously at first, then more boldly, crossing his ankle with hers.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:20AM EST
She lifts her bottle, twisting the cap in one palm and placing it on the top of the table. She lifts the beer in Noah's direction in a semi salute of thanks, smiling at him with a teasing wink before she takes a sip.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:23AM EST
Michael pours his beer into the glass, running it down the side to lessen the foaming. As coincidences go, this one's rather handy: the glass holds the beer exactly, neither a drop more nor less. Setting the bottle aside while he waits for the foam to settle a bit, the big man nudges Noah's chair out. Nodding at Dire, he says, "All right, Galliard. Be useful and make us a toast."
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:24AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: She tangles her toes in his trouser leg and slowly lifts it, sliding just her toes under to slide softly against his ankle and lower shin.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 07:24AM EST
:He resumes his chair once more, holding on to his beer: "I've got one if the Galliard can't think one up."
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:25AM EST
"Well, hell," magnanimous, "let's all make a damn toast."
Dire
Fri 07:26AM EST
*He smiles and sniffs them and nods lifting his glass* For you Fianna I'll give an old irish toast.
Here's to us,
May there be more like us
and those that are like us may god have them love us.
ANd if they don't love us may god turn their hearts,
and if he can't turn their hearts may he turn their ankels so we'll know those fuckers by their limping!
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:27AM EST
Michael has a good hearty laugh at that, raising his glass in salute. "Here, here!"
Noah Sullivan
Fri 07:29AM EST
:He offers up a chuckle, lifting his beer up in the same gesture: "Here, here"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:29AM EST
She lifts her beer bottle, tipping it slightly to join in the salute, before taking a sip. She just... smiles. If she could see, maybe she'd have a glint in her eye.
And to the legendary trysts of Fianna long past.
Dire
Fri 07:31AM EST
*he sips his water and grins. Fianna were always fun to be around in the down times... unless they started throwing rocks at each other. He remembers a really bad night of spirit brew and chuncking 50 pound stones... He remember waking up 2 nights later with a hurt head. From the FIanna talen booze or getting hit in the head with a small bolder he wasn't sure.*
Noah Sullivan
Fri 07:35AM EST
:He tossed back the bottle, taking a heavy swig of it. The bottle was half empty when he sets it down again. He gives the others a glance over:
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:35AM EST
to Eliza Bahn: ...and, under the table, the games go on. Another inch slouched down - any more, and it was going to become obvious. Fortunately, Michael doesn't seem inclined to slouch any more at the moment. Her toes are sliding up under his trousers and he's trying to think up some sort of signaling method that didn't involve the usual eyebrow flashing. An soft, inquisitive tap of his shoe against her ankle, and then a general nudge of his leg in the direction of Dire and Noah: They're going to notice soon or what about them? - or maybe he wasn't nudging toward them at all, but toward the bedroom(s) down the hall.
Dire
Fri 07:37AM EST
*he puts his water down and nods to the woods* Eldest around here as best I can figure is one of your kind.
Althro Galliard named Gaberial Thunder Oak. Staies out in the woods here. Real formal type. Then you got a city pack in North Jersey. * he shakes his head a bit and snorts* They... * he srugs* You'll have to meet them. Not all bad but the weaver taints that which it touches too long just as the wyrm does. I'll let you make your own desisions.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:38AM EST
Michael, lifting the glass to drink, lets himself slide down another inch. A beer, pleasant company, and a pretty girl to look at: life didn't get any better for a Fianna. Tilting his head to listen to Dire, he nods. "I'll look into 'em both. ThunderOak you say? Might've heard about him."
Noah Sullivan
Fri 07:40AM EST
:He nods to Dire, picking up the bottle again by the neck. He watches it dangle from his fingers off the table an inch: "I'll have to do that while I'm out here. I'll need to get to a phone in the morning and see about getting a tow truck out here to retrieve my van"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:40AM EST
"Are you sure you don't want to take up the offer of the couch, Michael? It seems an awful waste of your time and effort for you to head home, only to have to come all the way back to help hang things in the study for me."
She cheek was cupped in her open plan again as she looked in Michael's general direction, gesturing down the hallway to the rooms out back, where she was setting up her practice. She raises an eyebrow, smiling.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:41AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: She taps back with her toes against his leg, sliding them across the skin under his trousers, at the same time she raised her eyebrow.
Dire
Fri 07:42AM EST
*he nods* He ain't around much. Rather.. he hasn't chosen to be around much when I was.
*He looks over to the Kin. A soft smile. Noone ever offers to Put up the get. Damn their reps.*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:46AM EST
"Well..." hesitating, he glances at Noah. "Didn't you need some place to crash? I can give you the keys to my cabin. It's about two miles down the road. My packmate might be back, though, so you might wanna knock. Deirdre's brained me with a frying pan a few times when I walked in unexpected."
Smirking at Dire, "Yeah, once they get up to Athro they forget the littl'uns. Of course, if the Athro happens to be listening in by some magical Athro trick," a grin at this, as he raises his voice in the direction of the ceiling, "I didn't mean it!"
Noah Sullivan
Fri 07:48AM EST
:He eyes Michael for a moment, then lifts the bottle up to drain the beer, before setting it down with a thud on the table: "That's nice of you, but I don't know.. Don't feel like getting hit by a frying pan." :He shrugs his shoulders:
Dire
Fri 07:49AM EST
*He srugs* Don't color me afraid. The night I met him I primosed to trade scars if he insulted me again the way he did then. * he finishes his water.* DOn't get me wrong... he'd probly slughter me... but I'd bite off his b... um.. b.. * he looks at Eliza* Bicept if he did.. * he grins and stands moving to the sink and peers at the other sidhes there and stacks his glass on top*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:50AM EST
She sips on her beer in silence, holding it in one hand and running her fingers up and down the sides, her fingers leaving a trailing pattern in the condensation.
Dire
Fri 07:51AM EST
*He pauses watching Eliza's vaguly erotic motions and blinks. Standing a bit transfixed and snifss at her from where he is*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:53AM EST
She arches an eyebrow slightly and 'looks' up from the bottle, letting her fingers trail down the side of the bottle then stop at the bottom, sliding under to cradle it. She smiles at Dire and tilts her head slight*
Dire
Fri 07:54AM EST
*he smiles at the blind lady* You do smell good. * a wry grin*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:54AM EST
Michael swills his beer around his glass, absently watching Eliza's fingers move over her bottle. Then, raising the glass to his lips with a smile, he returns Noah's shrug. "Probably better than sleeping in a ditch somewhere, bump on the head or not."
A sip. Michael sets the glass down and shoots Dire a smirk. "Biceps. Uh-huh."
Dire
Fri 07:54AM EST
*he smiles at the blind lady* You do smell good. * a wry grin*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:55AM EST
She flicks both eyebrows up at Dire with more of a smile before she returns to contemplating the cool glass held by one hand and cupped with the other, thumb stroking the ridges indented in the bottom of the bottle.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 07:59AM EST
"I've slept in worse places than ditches, yuf." :He replies dryly, picking up his empty bottle. He glances between the two men, following their eyes to Eliza. It was amusing to watch stroke the bottle, but he didn't much react to it as they did. He stands up, the chair screeching across the floor: "Anyone up for another?" :Starts off for the kitchen again, before they respond:
Dire
Fri 07:59AM EST
*he silently looks to the two garou to see their reactions and looks back at her. Humans are weird sometimes. He wants to make sure it's not just him*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 08:01AM EST
While he waits for Noah to make up his mind, the Philodox arches in the chair slightly, digging in his pockets for the keys to the cabin. When Noah gets up, he drops the keys in his pocket and settles back. "Up to you," he replies, easy grin and all. Then, "Nah, I think I'm good."
While he's gone, a quiet descends.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 08:02AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: She slides her foot upwards, causing his trouser leg to slide up with it, running it along the inside of his calf. She lets the trouser leg fall as her foot touches the inside of his thigh, toes curling and pressing into the flesh through his pants.
Dire
Fri 08:04AM EST
*He blinks and then shifts. POOPF he's a Crinos ducking as to not wack his head and then Crunch , strech. Ripplescrunch. POP. He shifts down to Lupus. Moving over he leaps lightly into the chair he was sitting in and gets setteled. He looks like a large timber wolf as do most of his tribe with a monocromatic coloring of an dark ashen gray. THe tatto over his left brow is still visable as what appears to be a shaved design.*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 08:05AM EST
to Eliza Bahn: He taps on the side of her calf in the direction of the kitchen as if in reminder. All her footsying wasn't going anywhere: damn Ahroun was going for another drink. Now what? Then her goes on its little upwards exploration and he drops a hand under the table, catching her foot against his thigh.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 08:06AM EST
:He sets the empty bottle on the counter, opening the fridge to grab another beer. He comes back out to catch Dire's little show: "No, thankyou, yuf. I'll find a place to bed down. It's a phone I'll be needing."
Michael Donnelly
Fri 08:07AM EST
Blinking at Dire's shifting around, Michael drains the last of his beer and sets the empty glass down. "More comfortable--" hitch "--now?" One hand leaves the tabletop.
Dire
Fri 08:08AM EST
*He sits there. happy now that he has a nose that works better. He looks to Mike and wags his tail in the chair a bit in a wolven indication of the affirmitive.*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 08:07AM EST
"As much as I hate to say it, my lovely gentlemen, I'm going to have to start ushering you out for the day otherwise I am thinking I'll never get any sleep."
A soft chuckle, because it was getting was getting very early, to say the least.
"There is a phone in the study at the end of hall, Noah, if you wish to make a phone call. Michael, if you are planning on staying and helping me hang things later today, I have spare blankets in the bedroom that you can use."
Dire
Fri 08:08AM EST
*He sits there. happy now that he has a nose that works better. He looks to Mike and wags his tail in the chair a bit in a wolven indication of the affirmitive.*
Dire
Fri 08:09AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: *He gives Mike a knowing look. Dire arrived pretty much right after Mike did. He didn't remember any talkin' about hanging no damn pictures. He's got one of those "You lucky fucker" looks on his face*
Noah Sullivan
Fri 08:11AM EST
"My thanks, Eliza, for the hospitality." :He nods to her, already drinking the second beer as he starts off down the hall to find the study:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 08:11AM EST
"We don't have any spare space in the house, Noah, Dire, but if you both wish there is a cottage out back we are renovating that has heating and some furniture, at least."
Thankfully Mae hadn't decided to move into her own little cottage as of yet, making it free for use.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 08:11AM EST
One last hesitation. Two and a half miles was a long way to walk when he'd be coming back again anyway, and it was cold out. "You sure I won't be trouble?"
To Dire, "Good to know." Hard to keep a conversation when the other side was wagging his tail, and Michael had no tail to wag back.
Dire
Fri 08:12AM EST
*he flicks his ears forward in intrest and sniffs ( with that new improved sniffer)) and yips once affimitivly*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 08:12AM EST
to Dire: (*just ROLLING...*) To his credit, Michael manages to keep hold of his chivalry enough not to make any ka-CHING!-type gestures.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 08:12AM EST
"A spot on the floor is better than a cold ditch." :He calls back from the hall before entering the study:
Dire
Fri 08:16AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: * he give a silent little wolfie snicker. Looks like his head is shaking up and down with palsy or something. A general humorous thing. Not bad at all though. More like one of those looks you give a buddy that you can't really bismirk for geting the hottie if you knew you couldn't.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 08:18AM EST
"It's down towards the back of the property, when you are ready. There are some blankets and pillows already down there, I believe."
She raised an eyebrow in the direction of Dire, hearing the yip, then puts it down to his prior movement and guesses that he must have... changed. She straightens up in her chair and finishes her beer, standing up fluidly. She brushes past Michael as she walks into the kitchen, placing the bottle in ther recycling basket after rinsing it out in the sink. She returns to the table, placing a hand on Michael's shoulder.
"You'll have to get the blankets down yourself, Michael. I'm not entirely sure which shelf Mae put them on and would rather not fumble my way around, looking for them."
Dire
Fri 08:19AM EST
*he watches her sitting in the chair where he is and looks out the back door and back to her and Mike*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 08:19AM EST
King, seeing Dire shift through his forms, went bolting out of the room with a wailing howl and was probably wedged firmly under a piece of furniture in another room.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 08:19AM EST
The Philodox seems to chuckle to himself. After a delay, Michael starts to get to his feet, gathering up the empty bottles on the table. "Going to toss these in the trash," he says, unnecessarily. His chair grates back and he walks into the kitchen, reappearing a little later. When Eliza speaks, the big man nods and starts down the hall. "Will do."
Dire
Fri 08:20AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: *Ears all forward, Eyes wide watchng her rubbing aginst Mike. Where he was from that's mating preface. He reaches over with his muzzel and nudges Mike with a "Move fool!" look*
Noah Sullivan
Fri 08:22AM EST
:Noah exitst the study, no luck in getting a hold of anyone. He would try later. He comes back out of the hall, looking around. He heads to his chair to grab his coat, and then the door to retrieve his bag. He glances over at Dire, half-wondering if sharing a sleeping space with the Get is better than a cold ditch:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 08:22AM EST
"Sleep well, Dire." She flicks a roaming glance over where Dire should be sitting, although with his change of form, she wasn't 100% sure where he was at the moment.
She follows Michael down the hallway, pointing to a door that was open open a crack and then continues to the study, appearing around the doorframe.
"The cottage is unlocked, when you're ready, Noah."
A warm smile linigers as she turns around, placing a hand on the wall, using it as a guide as she walks back down the hallway.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 08:22AM EST
:Noah exitst the study, no luck in getting a hold of anyone. He would try later. He comes back out of the hall, looking around. He heads to his chair to grab his coat, and then the door to retrieve his bag. He glances over at Dire, half-wondering if sharing a sleeping space with the Get is better than a cold ditch:
Noah Sullivan
Fri 08:23AM EST
"Thankyou again, Eliza"
Michael Donnelly
Fri 08:23AM EST
"Goodnight, Noah. I'll try to catch up with you again soon, Dire - introduce you to Deirdre and all." He's moving...he's moving...
...he's stumbling down a dark hall looking for blankets. There were a lot of damn shelves to fumble through. He opens one full of underwear, another one stocked with what looked like tampons on the side, and slams both shut again. Not right.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 08:25AM EST
"Not at all, Noah. All family are welcome in my house."
Her voice again is rich and warm as she wiggles her fingers in something of a wave and catches up wo Michael as he fumbles with drawers. Her voice fades as she enters the room.
"The top of the cupboard, silly..."
Eliza Bahn
Fri 08:27AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: She nudges the door closed behind her with one heel, leaning back against it with her hands behind her back and a slight smile, raising an eyebrow as she listens to him moving around the room.
Dire
Fri 08:27AM EST
*The get rolls his eyes. Hops off the chair. Huseing his mouth he picks up babe and slips it into the bag and grabs the bag in his teeth and heads outside with it and to the back and this cottage described*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 08:30AM EST
to Eliza Bahn: "Oh." Abashed, Michael reaches up and feels along the cupboards, momentarily as unseeing as she is, save by sight of touch, until his fingertips encounter what might be a blanket. He takes his time pulling it down, listening until he heard the front door close and the two others' footsteps recede away. Whatever Dire might already know, Michael still had chivalry enough not to broadcast it to the world.
The blanket comes down in a heap in his arms and he turns to her, his arms slowly falling to his sides, blankets trailing forgotten from one. She hears him moving around the room until he's in front of her, and in the darkness the blind and the seeing are the same.
"Couch or here?"
Noah Sullivan
Fri 08:32AM EST
:He starts to follow after Dire, stopping to glance down the hall that Eliza and Michael disappeared down. He shakes his head slowly and exits the house. He rubs a hand over his stubbled chin, whistling to Dire:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 08:32AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: "I could use the company..."
She pulls her hands out from behind her, placing them on his exceptionally broad chest, running one down till she touches the blanket that was almost disregarded, taking it from him and dropping it to their feet.
Dire
Fri 08:33AM EST
*He turns and puts the pack down* ~WS~ Yeah, don't be waiting up for Michael. I think the host took a liking to him and wanted to... ask more about the pictur hanging...
Noah Sullivan
Fri 08:36AM EST
:He makes a face at Dire, narrowing his eyes. The prospect didn't sit well in his mind: "Let's just hope he's only sleeping... For Michael's sake." :Heads on to the cottage, growling out his words, not really appreciating what dire just said:
Michael Donnelly
Fri 08:36AM EST
to Eliza Bahn: Michael is not, was not, and will never have the sort of grace - animal or otherwise - that some had. The man is solid and strong as a bear, but for all of that, a shiver runs up his spine when her hands find him in the dark.
The blanket drops at their feet, a soft slow-motion collapse, and he reaches out for her: his hands on her waist, sliding up her ribs, and around back to find the zipper of her dress. There might be a thread of laughter in his voice. "Yeah," and ...unzip, "me too."
Dire
Fri 08:37AM EST
*He snorts* ~WS~ Why? You gay?
Noah Sullivan
Fri 08:39AM EST
:Noah stops dead, he turns to look at Dire over his shoulder: "NO.." :His jaw muscles flexes, gritting out the words harshly:
Dire
Fri 08:43AM EST
**He sits there and can'ts his lupine head*~WS~ Then why shouldn't Michael and Eliza enjoy the sunrise... "Hanging pictures" * the lupine shaped garou makes the little air quotes with his ears*
Noah Sullivan
Fri 08:44AM EST
:He turns around slowly, looking down to regard the wolf: "I can tell you're a Get, Dire, what was your rank again? I didn't hear it?"
Fri 02:24AM EST
The sound of music spilled through the property; panpipes and drums. Several lights were still on in the house, including the porch and there was the glow of color coming from around the backyard that light up the canopy of overhanging branches.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 02:36AM EST
The Theurge had the car again.
The Theurge had the car and the Theurge took the car into the city to get drunk and get laid, and that left Michael in the cabin with...one pair of feet, an economy-sized can of beef stew, a stove and no matches. He wasn't sure where the neighbors were - if there were even neighbors at all - but wandering seemed the better alternative to sleeping without dinner, so he packs his two feet into his shoes, his can and its opener into his hand, and starts walking. North, south...west. Eventually a road crosses his path and he diverts to follow it, figuring chances were people liked to live along roads and whatnot.
It's a correct assumption, as he finds forty, fifty minutes later. There's a spot of light up ahead and, the closer he gets to it, the more noisy it is. Rhythms resolve into melodies as distance diminishes from a quarter mile to a hundred feet, fifty, ten.
People didn't usually blunder around at 2am looking for matches. People, especially people living alone in a forest, usually didn't appreciate being disturbed at 2am for a match. So it's with some misgivings that Donnelly mounts the steps of the front porch, takes a breath, and knocks.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 02:42AM EST
The music quietens after a few long melodic moments, the fiant sound of feet padding across wooden floors before the door opens a crack to reveal an attractive young woman, her dark chestunut hair loosely piled up on her hair, with waving tendrils spilling out around her cheeks and nape of neck.
"Hello?"
Michael Donnelly
Fri 02:49AM EST
He'd half expected a toothless mountain man with a shotgun, so this comes as something of a surprise - the lack of shotgun more so than the gender of the inhabitant. He'd have thought a woman answering the door at 2am in the middle of the Pine Barrens had even more of a reason to pack heat.
"Hi, sorry to disturb you." His voice is pleasant, the sort you might call warm, but unaccented except for that bland no-accent of the western seaboard. From the place it's coming from, he sounds to be a tall man; from the timbre, he sounds to be a large one, unlanky. "I was wondering if I could trouble you for a match? I've got this, uh, can of beef for dinner" he lofts the can for her inspection, "and no fire to cook it on."
Throw in a grin, Michael. He does: a slow, warm thing, not that she'd be able to tell.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 02:55AM EST
King comes pelting around the house, via the back door, and plants a nose in Michael's crack and snuffles and part snarls. Apparently she wasn't entirely without protection. King whines - it was another one.
She frowns a little, as if paritally baffled. But she smiles. It was as if the sun had broken through the clouds; warm as a spring day.
"I'm sure I can find something for you."
Dire
Fri 02:57AM EST
*He's trotting though the woods at a pretty good clip. He figures he'll check in on the pup and the mother. Trot trot trot*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 03:00AM EST
The canine nose in his asscrack, unsurprisingly, make him jump. Like a foot. "Holy shit!" - whirling around: oh, a dog. "Hey there, champ." Not quite stupid enough to stick his fingers out to pet a bigass dog like that, he puts out the back of his hand, fingers curled.
After he's passed the third degree, he turns back to Eliza with a chuckle. "Nice dog. He do that to everyone? - and, thanks."
Dire
Fri 03:01AM EST
*he comes trotting up and pauses beside the driveway in the shadows and lifts his leg peeing over where King had peed the night before and then sniffing up twords da big house*
Dire
Fri 03:01AM EST
*he comes trotting up and pauses beside the driveway in the shadows and lifts his leg peeing over where King had peed the night before and then sniffing up twords da big house*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 03:04AM EST
"Is King being forward again?" A faint, warm chuckle, as smooth as liquid honey.
She is looking at him, but not at him. It was a decent act of sight, but as always there was something lacking from the gaze. The emotions and thoughts that flickered through people's eyes just wasn't there for her.
Dire
Fri 03:07AM EST
*He shifts to homid crouched there and then stands. Stepping out into the gravel with an audiable crunch and walking twords the house. Crunch crunch crunch. He's tall and wiry lithe. Steel toed combat boots, Jeans. A flannel. Platinum blond hair and blue eyes. He's not ugly but not super attractive. There is a get of fenris over his left brow. those with super human sences might smell some blood on his shirt*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 03:07AM EST
"He--" there was no delicate way to put it, so Michael laughs, skimming right over it. "Yeah. But no worries - he might've taken a chunk out of me instead. Never even heard him coming."
The woman's strange gaze begins to register on him, though this light makes it hard for him to tell for certain. Since she'd neither invited him in (not that he blamed her) nor gone for a match, Michael shifts his weight to one foot and leans his shoulder against the wall, clearing his throat softly. Behind him, another dog runs up, and he turns his head to look.
Wait - not a dog. A wolf. Well, that makes it interesting.
The man standing at Eliza's doorstep is a stranger. Well over six feet, broad and husky, he thumps when he walks, but at least doesn't slouch. If he did, with his size, he'd look like a Neanderthal. His hair is dark; nearly black in this light, but probably lighter in the sunlight. The color of his eyes is hard to tell.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 03:09AM EST
King starts to growl at Dire and barks frantically from where he was pinning Michael to the porch, Eliza behind a partially opened door.
Dire
Fri 03:11AM EST
*he calls out* Oh quit it. You know who I am. * the voice melodic if strangly accented. He crunches closer and nods to the new guy and calls out* It's Dire.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 03:12AM EST
"King, please." She doesn't speak harshly to the large Rottie, but there is authority in her voice and King stops barking, resorting to just glaring at Dire. He smelled like one of them and like blood. It made the poor animal edgy.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 03:13AM EST
When the dog starts to bark at the stranger approaching the house, Michael straightens up and turns to face him. First off, it's 2am and strange men coming up the walk usually wasn't a good thing (hypocrite? Who, him? Nahhh.). Second, while it's hard to tell if the woman's eyes had some flaw or if the light was simply sheening in an odd way,
her breeding wasn't hard to tell at all. She was kin to his tribe, and that gave him some small stake in this.
The big man's hands are clasped lightly at his back, and though he takes a strolling step or two forward, his face is open and waiting. He nods in return. "Evening." When Dire is close enough to read the tattoo, Michael's eyes (whatever color they were, they were dark) flicker to it, and then back to the man. "Michael Donnelly."
Dire and Eliza can almost sense his question - You always get this many visitors at 2am?
Dire
Fri 03:15AM EST
*he walks up the steps and pauses. Sniffs the guy and nods* Dire Warning. * he turns to the dog and reaches up to pull a rather large bone ( human? naaa.. he wouldn't ahve one of those... would he?) from his back and tosses it to King* Good boy. * he turns to Eliza and nods* Hello Eliza
Eliza Bahn
Fri 03:20AM EST
King takes the offering, because hell, he was greedy when it came to his stomach. Bribing was a good way to deal with this rottie, it seemed.
She tilts her head to one side and opens the door a little further, lifting a hand and holding it out with the palm lifted as if she was pressing against a wall. She moves it to within perhaps an inch or so above Michael's back. A warm presense at his lower back, without actually touching.
"Ahhh..." A very soft sound, more to herself than to either of them, as if she has come to a conclusion about something.
"You can you my stove if you wish, Michael."
This was obviously in refernece to the fact that Mr. Donnelly was carrying a can of... something... in one hand. Her voice had warmed even more than it's usually pleasent timber. It was like a wash of calm and pease over the sense, all at the same time.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 03:23AM EST
Michael wonders, bemused, what he introduced himself as when faced with normal humans. Then again, between the temper, the tattoo and the sniffing, Dire probably didn't care what normal humans thought about him.
A glance between Eliza and Dire, uncertain. Since he'd been invited, though, he crosses the threshold, ducking his head a little out of habit. He'd banged his head on his share of doorframes.
In his hand is a rather large can of beef stew. In the other, an opener. Following the woman in, he makes a quick calculation in his head and then makes an offer of his own, "This is more than I can eat, but if you two aren't two hungry it'll probably split three ways."
Dire
Fri 03:25AM EST
*He raises his brows and srugs* ok. * to Eliza* Pup awake?
Eliza Bahn
Fri 03:28AM EST
"I'm fine, but thank you anyway."
A polite refusal with a muscial, confiding voice as she navigates her way carefully through the living room and into the small kitchen, complete with kitchen-nook and table. The back door was still open, as if she'd been doing something on the back porch when Michael had coming knocking.
Tonight she was dressed in a long, rich brown skirt that was slung low across her hips, her lightly tanned stomch exposed, because her rich green sweater was short cropped.
"She's asleep, Dire. She won't be up for some hours, I'm afraid. Thank you for the present you have her. She hasn't stopped carrying it around since you gave it to her."
A warm., encompassing smile as she opens a cupoboard and allows her hand to wander till her fingers come across the handle of a pot which she extends towards Michael.
Dire
Fri 03:29AM EST
*He nods as he walks in with her* I checked with my superiors. They said I can start training her in the lore and tales of our kind. * he sniffs a bit more at Michael and then looks back to Eliza*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 03:32AM EST
"You sure?" he asks, more out of politeness than insistence. The sniffing is tolerated...sort of...though the big man does make efforts to step aside. He watches quietly as Eliza feels for a pot - a natural, perceptive, casual sweep of her hand without the trembling uncertainty of the blindfolded seeing. Either she had been born this way or (more likely, given the way her eyes followed sound) had been blind for quite some time.
"Thank you," he says when she gives him a pot. He'd been taught his manners, thank you very much. The kitchen was small, so he waits until she'd come out of it before moving in. "Just use any of these fires, or do you try to stick to one of them?"
Meanwhile, he starts to open the can.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 03:33AM EST
"Children so young have the attention span of hummingbirds, Dire. I don't know if she'd be much use in remembering the old tales."
That and she was a Fianna and a Get of Fenris' tales were bound to be different to those of the Celts.
"Can I offer anyone a drink?"
Her movements seemed almost as if she was dancing, her skirt whispering around her bare feet as she paced the kitchen.
Dire
Fri 03:36AM EST
*he watches and moves to sit as well. Loweing his bag to the floor with a soft clang* One can try. She seemed intrested last night. * His melodic voice soft* If we start too late... well. It's bad.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 03:36AM EST
"No, don't trouble yourself." The stranger here, Michael mostly keeps quiet until spoken to, watching the interaction between Dire (obviously not homid-born) and Eliza. He empties the sluggishly flowing contents of the can into the pot, and then moves into the kitchen when she comes out of it. Picking a stove at random, he turns the fire on and then comes out of the kitchen a ways, leaning against the wall.
As the silence settles, he asks Dire, "Galliard?" Smiling, "Keeper of the tales?"
Dire
Fri 03:40AM EST
*he nods to Michel* In your words. * a soft smile. No need to be a dick now so he wasn't being one.* Our people call them Skalds. Same general purpose though. For us we lead a bit more from the front than the corresponding auspice of some of the other tribes. * he sniffs some more and looks at Michael* Your one of her people? The Celts? * his melodic voice calm. Neither one would guess he ripped out somones eyering piercing a bit ago because he thought that was a bit funny*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 03:43AM EST
She remains quite during their discussion of "garou things", beacuse it wasn't something that she had much right or knowledge to speak of. She was merely kin and this was their world. Their special thing.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 03:44AM EST
"Well," a self-deprecating shrug of those rather massive shoulders - Michael was about as graceful as a grizzly bear - "my folks came over from the Isles generations ago." Grinning, "I'd say I'm more American hodgepodge now. But yeah. Fianna. Philodox - lawkeeper. Some would say my whole damn tribe are just Galliards in disguise, though."
The beef stew starts to sizzle and Michael pushes off the wall, thumping into the kitchen to turn down the heat before the thing caught on fire.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 03:44AM EST
She frowns a little, the movement knitting her brows together slightly as she cocks her head to one side and slowly turns to look at Dire.
"Are you injured?"
All she can smell is the drying blood; she wasn't able to see if he was actually wounded.
Dire
Fri 03:48AM EST
*He chuckels at Mike. Some would. He wouldn't. He looks to Eliza* Not any more. Thank y ou for your concern though.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 03:51AM EST
"You got a spoon or a ladle in here, Miss?" Michael calls from the little kitchen made even littler by his size. The pot is a toy in his hand, and in the absence of a spoon, he stirs by shaking the stew around.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 03:53AM EST
She rose slowly from her chair, a graceful movement that was a stark contrast to the lack of grace readiating from Michael. She seemed to float along, rather than walk, as if caught up in a dance. She weaved her way past Michael in the kitchen, opening the fridge and running her hands along several containers of liquid before removing one and finding a glass. As to be expected, she pours slowly, listening to the slosh of liquid. When it was 3/4th full of orang juice, she stops and returns the container to the fridge. She rummages through a draw to one side of the fridge and produces a spoon and points up to a cupboard, past him.
"The bowls are in there."
With Michael dominating the space in the kitchen, she carefully brushes past him as she returns to the table with her drink. Her presence was intoxicating in its own right - full of pure breeding mixed with the lingering fragrance of lavender.
Dire
Fri 03:54AM EST
*He sniffs her when she gets up and walks past and smiles*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:01AM EST
Dire's sniffing causes Michael to avert his eyes back to the stew bubbling in the pot. He was the stranger here, he reminds himself, and what may have happened between Dire and Eliza wasn't something he should make assumptions on or mention within twenty minutes of meeting them. The woman did let Dire into the house, after all.
When she comes to show him the spoons and the bowls, he shuffles around to let her past him. The man is solid as an oak, about as large, and about as rapidly mobile. He takes the spoon from her with a smile and a thank-you, and then turns to open the cupboard. She points up to it; he reaches out nearly level to the handle mounted at the base of the door, and removes a bowl. "Not eating, right?" he checks with Eliza one more time and then turns to Dire, "How about you, Dire, you eating?"
Dire
Fri 04:02AM EST
*he nods* Sure. I could eat. * he more watches the blind woman though. She was kin and smelled nice and was pretty in that human sort of way.*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:05AM EST
"No, I'm fine, thank you."
She cradles the glass of fresh orange juice between both hands, probably just to be cautious. She releases one hand from the glass and tucks a stray wave of chestnut hair back behind one of her ears. Sitting there, she was peaceful, radiating a certain essense of calm into her surroundings that made this place an oasis. A place to come, to avoid the turmoil of the outside world for a few peaceful moments of breathing.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:08AM EST
A second bowl joins the first, and he slops the stew out evenly between them. There's enough to fill the bowls to the brim. Adding a spoon to each bowl, Michael takes the pot and places it into the sink, running water to keep the stew from congealing on.
Note to self: clean up later. Right. Balancing the two bowls carefully, he sets on in front of the Get and the other in front of an empty chair, which he lowers himself into. Wood creaks. Elbows on the tabletop, Michael leans down and starts digging in.
Dire
Fri 04:09AM EST
*he looks at it and his platinum blond brows raise and he blinks. He leans over to sniff at the stuff and blinks. Sticking his tongue out he gently touches it to the stew and pulls it back and blinks tasting it*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:10AM EST
She slides her glass onto the table, resting her own elbows on it and folds her hands neatly under her chin, looking between the two men with disconcerting accurracy.
"Are you new to the area, Michael?"
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:13AM EST
It's stew out of a can: meat cooked tasteless and ultratender, vegetables little more than dull-colored chunks of texture amidst thick broth. Nevertheless, it was food, and so while Dire is carefully tasting, Michael is all but dumping it down his throat.
Christ, he was hungry. His usual dinnertime passed about nine hours ago. When Eliza speaks, he's in the middle of a large bite and has to scramble to swallow it all before he speaks. Talking through a mouthful of stew tended to be more than impolite - it tended to be messy. Very.
Grateful for the break in the silence, though, he answers. "Deidre and I - she's my packmate - just moved in today. We live in the old Frederics cabin about two miles south - you know the one?"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:15AM EST
She shakes her head, her lips in what seems to be an every present, warm and engaging smile.
"I've only moved to the area, myself, I'm afraid."
Dire
Fri 04:16AM EST
*He blinks and leans over to taste it again and srugs. Tasted bland but not horriable. He starts to eat quietly.* You have a Skald?
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:21AM EST
"Oh?" A somewhat surprised glance around the room. Looked like she had settled it nicely, it did. "Mind if I ask why here?" ...of all Godforsaken places.
Then, with a faintly puzzled frown at Dire, "In the pack? No, we don't. It's just me and Deidre."
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:23AM EST
"I heard that there were Cousins in the area that did not have much in the way of Kin assistance and I felt compelled to lend a hand as best I could."
And she had settled in quite nicely, thank you. She had help, that's why.
Dire
Fri 04:25AM EST
* he nods* So you would need one.... * Eating quietly with the spoon*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:26AM EST
"I've heard the same. Deidre and I are here because New York was getting a little too urban for my tastes, but anywhere else was too rural for hers." That slow grin resurfaces; whether or not she could see it, he couldn't stop it. Stirring his steaming stew, he adds, "Are there? Garou, I mean."
Then, to Dire, "Maybe eventually. We've been getting along pretty good, just us two." Chuckling, "Why? Are you offering?"
Dire
Fri 04:28AM EST
*He srugs* Have to meet the other. Your not too objectionable though * he smiles softly. A mild case of humor* Garou are ment to run in packs.. not alone. I'm alone now and won't pack with those in the city. Their packmates are too close to breaking the first commandment.
There are Garou about.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:30AM EST
Again, it had turned to a comversation that she had no real right to be in, as only a Kin. This was Special Fuzzy Stuff.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:32AM EST
She unfolds her hands, while listening and reaches to one side, laying a hand on Michael's arm.
"Would you like a drink?" She 'glances across at Dire. "Dire?"
Dire
Fri 04:35AM EST
*He looks down at her touching Mike and not him. Oh..... even the blind can tell his metis.. what does he smell? * he casually sniffs himself* Water? Or ... Yo-hoo?
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:37AM EST
"Yo-hoo?" She arches an eyebrow delicately, tilting her head while listening to Dire speaking.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:39AM EST
"I'll take that as a compliment, coming from a Get," replies Michael, smirking. Then, ruminating over his stew, he adds, "Deirdre's..." chuckling, "...she can be a bit difficult. But a good Theurge. And a good enough soul, under all the bitching I got when I told her we were moving out here."
The hand on his arm startles him somewhat. Those who have lost the gift of sight often depend on other senses - especially touch and sound. The night is cool, and he wears a sweater, dark blue. Beneath it, he has the arms of a blacksmith. "Water's fine, thanks."
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:40AM EST
She nods and smiles at Michael as she stands, her hand sliding off his forearm as she turns to Dire, facing him is not being able to see him.
"What would you lke, Dire?"
Dire
Fri 04:40AM EST
Water is fine... Yo-hoo is a chocolatly drink I tasted in Ontario. * he nods and eats slower and nods to Mike* Yeah? I know a theurge that might come.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:42AM EST
She leaves the two men at the table, entering the kitchen, leaving a lingering smell of lavender in her wake.
She rummages around the kitchen as they speak about furry business.
Dire
Fri 04:43AM EST
*he sniffs as she leaves and smiles looking at Mike* She smells good doesn't she?
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:45AM EST
"Another Theurge?" Michael grins, broadly, just imagining Deirdre's reaction to that. Up would go the Eyebrow of Doom; cool as ice: What, I'm not good enough for you anymore, Mike? "Not sure if Deirdre would be so hot for that."
Then, a rather awkward question. "Er," he distracts himself with a mouthful of stew. "Yeah, like lavenders."
Dire
Fri 04:47AM EST
*he nods* I kinda doupt SHE would be so hot for it. But I like her. She's good. I need a pack. * he srugs. Plain honesty* Being with out a back makes my insides hurt.
* he nods* Yeah.. flowers and good... human smell.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:50AM EST
The big man studies the Galliard over a spoonful of stew. Then, lifting the bowl, he finishes it off quickly and searches for something to wipe his mouth on. "See how you get along with Deirdre. I might be a half-moon, but I'm not going to spend all my time settling fights between you two if you don't get along. As for the other Theurge - we'll see about that."
Getting up, he gestures toward Dire's bowl. "You going to finish that, or are you done?"
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:52AM EST
And then, a pause. Michael thinks a moment, debating, and then adds quietly, "I think if you keep the smell-good comments up, you'll scare her off."
Eliza Bahn
Fri 04:52AM EST
She pours two glasses of water, carefully holding the chilled jub with both hands as she does so. Her skirt flutters around her legs as she walks around the kitchen, the material a soft wrinkled silk that rustles softly with each step.
Dire
Fri 04:55AM EST
*he nods* I'm eating.. just slower. It tastes.... * he things of a diplomatic way to put it* new. *he looks over at Liza* She DOES smell good... * he nods* You must be Human born..*He srugs as if that wasn't a sin* You sometimes forget your most improtant sence. Smell.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 04:57AM EST
"She's human-born too," replies Michael lightly, straightening up now that it looked like Dire wasn't done after all. With a smile to take the edge off the words, "You look like you're forgetting that, yourself."
He takes his glass from Eliza ("thank you") and takes it with him into the kitchen. "Do you have dishwasher soap around here, miss... I'm sorry, I haven't asked your name."
Dire
Fri 04:59AM EST
*he srugs and eats some more* Doens't mean she can't smell good. Just makes it less likly. SHe does. Is compliment.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:01AM EST
"Eliza."
She has a slight smile on her lips as Michael takes the glass and she raises her eyebrow slightly in some form of silent query, or perhap just teasing slightly, since she had overheard the conversation quite cleary.
"We have a diswasher under the bench. Just stack it neatly."
Dire
Fri 05:02AM EST
*he takes his glass too* Thank you Eliza.
Do you mind that you smell good?
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:03AM EST
"Eliza," he repeats. "I'm Michael." She probably overhead him introducing himself to Dire, but the only polite response to an introduction seemed to be another.
Michael gives up on the smell issue. Damn non-Homids. At any rate, it didn't seem to be bothering the woman - yet. Squirting dishwasher soap into the presoaking pot, he drowns his bowl in the concotion. "I'll try," he promises as he scrubs the dishes off.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:04AM EST
"I've been told such before." She smiles at Dire as she folds herself gracefully back into her chair and takes up her glass of orange juice again. She glances in the general direction of the kitchen, an old habit from the long years that she was with sight.
"What do you think, Michael? Do I smell good?"
There was a faint teasing tone to her voice and a delicate ripple of laughter floating through the words.
Dire
Fri 05:06AM EST
* he grins and finishes his soup and sips the water. Yep. with that one question to Mike this kin just got put on the "good" list. She had a sence of humor. That's rarer than he's teeth*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:06AM EST
His hands pause in the soapy water a moment. The big man chuckles under his breath and raises his voice to call through the open kitchen door. "Sure. Like flowers and good human smell."
Noah Sullivan
Fri 05:07AM EST
:He made his way up the long road, a lone dark figure. A heavy brown long coat draped over massive shoulders, obscuring as much of the cold as possible. Bits of plaid flannel hung untucked over his jeans as he listens to the sound of his heavy boots clomp on the asphalt. A faded baseball cap pulled low over his face. He grips onto the worn strap of a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. Cold, blue eyes glance upward at the row of houses that seem to run along the strip of road:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:08AM EST
"And what exactly does a good human smell taste like?"
Another soft spill of a rich, warm laughter that complimented the rest of her nicely.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:09AM EST
Another underbreathed laugh. "Like Yoo-hoo, I think." Overturning the pot, he dumps soap water down the drain and then runs the water to rinse the pot and bowl and spoon off.
Dire
Fri 05:10AM EST
* he grins and sits back sipping his water. He laughs at the Homids responce and his brows raise*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:11AM EST
"I'v never had anyone tell me I taste like chocolate milk before."
Her voice was warm, like a ray of sunshine on your back in spring, and rich, like rich, moist brown soil overturned in autumn - if you could ever place images alone to a person's voice.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 05:12AM EST
:He mutters under his breath, his van parked several miles down the road, broke down. He narrows his eyes, scoping out the houses. Which one to knock on? And who to pester at this late hour. He checks the letter boxes as he passes them by. The faint sound of chimes whistle in a cold breeze, alerting his ears:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:12AM EST
"Rich, fresh strawberries, maybe..."
A teasing note to her spoken thought, smiling in Dire's direction and then back towards the kitchen.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:13AM EST
"Hey now," over one shoulder as he turns the spoon under the stream of water to get the soap off, "it's a good taste. Better than strawberries. Right, Dire?"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:14AM EST
"I suppose it depends on what strawberries you have been licking, hmmmm, Dire?"
She raises an eyebrow with a mischevious grin.
Dire
Fri 05:15AM EST
* He seems to think about it.* I was thinking that she might taste like a spring air after a rain... when the forrest is quiet and the world is at peace for one moment... or the cleaness of the streams after the 3rd good snow of the season..... Or Glacer heart Ice... Something like that.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:16AM EST
Michael laughs aloud, either at Eliza's words or Dire's, or both. "Galliards and their damn silver tongues - should I dry these, Eliza?"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:16AM EST
"Just leave then to drip dry."
She tilts her head, resting one cheek in the open palm on a hand, looking relaxed and bemused at the same time.
Dire
Fri 05:19AM EST
*he smiles at Eliza and his melodic voice goes furhter* She would tastes like freedom endangered but gained again.... like satisfaction of a job well done. Her skin as soft as butter cups and as natural as the cycles of the moon. * he snioffs some more and coos at all that pure blood and such*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:19AM EST
Which is what he does, stacking them neatly on the rack to dry. Tearing a paper towel from the dispenser under the cabinets, he dries his hands, picks his glass up, and returns to the table. "Thanks for letting me use the stove, Eliza. Are we keeping you up?"
Dire
Fri 05:19AM EST
*he smiles at Eliza and his melodic voice goes furhter* She would tastes like freedom endangered but gained again.... like satisfaction of a job well done. Her skin as soft as butter cups and as natural as the cycles of the moon. * he snioffs some more and coos at all that pure blood and such*
Noah Sullivan
Fri 05:22AM EST
:He stops near the tree that the windchimes dangled from. His attention drawn to them. Something upon the metal drew his attention. He looks to the house beyond the letter box for a moment and then back to the chimes:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:23AM EST
"How kind, Dire."
She smiles, but it was a little strange, even for her being used to having compliments and Fianna hanging around if only because of her pure breeding and the possibilities that came with it. After all, Dire was obviously making some rather open innuendo concerning his thoughts and in front of one of her own tribe, which wasn't usual for her to experience.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:24AM EST
Michael listens to Dire, watches Eliza's reaction to it. An amused smile touches the corners of his mouth. For all the size and huskiness of the man, his mouth is well-shaped, expressive beneath a strong nose. Taking a sip of water, he leans forward conspiratorially and sets the glass down.
"How about we leave it at 'she'd taste good'?"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:25AM EST
She reaches over with her free hand and pats Michael's hand gently with it, a smile that had some meaning in it which could be anything at this point. Perhaps it was just a way to say thank you?
Dire
Fri 05:28AM EST
He chuckels. He'd said smell. She was the one that went off on the taste thing. He nods in agreement* Probly. Not that a loly Get like myself will ever know said pleasures. * he stands with his glass and walks over to refill it with water*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:31AM EST
"Oh, come on," chuckles Michael, "underestimating yourself? That doesn't sound like a Get-ish thing to say."
Since Eliza cannot see his returned smile, his hand curled on the table simply flexes against hers lightly, once, in acknowledgment. A sip of water - his glass was still close to full, as he'd been washing dishes while Dire was drinking.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:32AM EST
"You shouldn't speak so poorly of yourself, Dire."
Such comments tended to bring out the caregiving side of herself, the counselling healer.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 05:33AM EST
:His head turns back towards the house. His heavy shoulders roll slightly beneath the coat as he turns that way. Walking up the path to the house. He looks around first at the yard to see any signs of animals, then the door:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:34AM EST
King heard the crunch of footsteps on the gravel outside, as someone walked up the driveway and he stops chewing on his bone (courtesy of Dire) and his ears prick up and he barks once.
Dire
Fri 05:35AM EST
*he fills up the water. He's metis. Garou don't let a metis have a woman that is pure pred and could pump out puppies. That's just a simple fact. They might think him lupus born and unless they asked he wouldn't tell them different* Eh... perhaps in the next life
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:36AM EST
Relaxed at the table, his long legs kicked out under it, Michael turns toward the door at the single bark, alerting up. "Are you always this popular in the middle of the night?"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:37AM EST
She turns her head in the direction of her Rottweiler, King, and arches an eyebrow then casts a wry look at Michael.
"My house is open to all family, whatever the hour."
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:38AM EST
She gestures to the door with a hand, while looking in Michael's direction.
"Could you possibly anwser that for me?"
He would at least be able to see who or what was out there.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 05:39AM EST
:The single bark caught his attention. He pauses before ever reaching the door, staring at it. He didn't feel right just walking up on someone's home. But he was in need of aid. He heads up anyway and gives a loud rap on the door:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:40AM EST
King sprang to his feet, bolting for the front door and snuffling on the inside of it, Noah on the other side well out of reach of the large animal.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:41AM EST
"Of course." At the knock, he was already halfway out of his chair. He makes his way over to the door and opens it, looking out at whomever might be there, one hand on King's neck in case the animal decided to jump out and take a bite out of the visitor.
"Help you?"
Dire
Fri 05:41AM EST
* he lsitens from where he is. Walking back to stand beside Eliza. Sips his water*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:42AM EST
King tugged against Michael's restraint, now that the door wasn't in the way, his tail wagging a lot but he didn't look all friendly. His nose and instincts told him something about this one too.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:44AM EST
With her cheek still resting in the palm of one hand, held up by an elbow on the table, she relaxes in her chair, listening and looking in the direction of the doorway. She crossed her legs, her long skirt of wrinkled silk whispering with the rustle of movement.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 05:44AM EST
:He looks down or up from beneath the baseball cap at Michael. He was tall, well over 6'5 and broad beneath the long coat. Looked like a drifter, cold and covered in dust: Broke down ways back on the road. Saw the Chimes out front and thought this might be a hospitable place. :Cold, blue eyes look down at the dog, narrowing slightly. A supressed growl rumbled in his throat at the animal:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 05:45AM EST
King whined and tugged against Michael's restraining hand on his neck more in response to Noah's rumbled growl at him.
Dire
Fri 05:45AM EST
* He looks twords the front door and speaks to Eliza* 'Nother one.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:51AM EST
Keeping a firm grip on the big dog - which isn't easy, even for a powerful man like Michael - he's half-bent, the other hand on the doorknob. At the rumble of a growl, Michael's dark eyes narrow a notch. At the reply, though, he straightens up a bit, blocking the dog with a knee wedged into the doorway while he looked over his shoulder at Eliza. Blind woman, strange drifter, leave them alone in the same house.
Uh. No.
Looking back at Noah, "My - sister and I have a cabin about two miles down. You can crash there if you want." A pause, scratching absently behind King's ear. "If you wanna come in and get warm, though, I don't think Eliza'd mind."
Noah Sullivan
Fri 05:55AM EST
"I've been out in the cold for while. I wouldn't mind if I'm not intruding on anyone." :A glance to Michael and then over beyond Michael to Eliza and Dire if he was still there:
Michael Donnelly
Fri 05:57AM EST
Another glance at Eliza, who didn't seem to mind. "Sure," says Michael, nudging the door open with his shoulder as he backs the dog away. "C'mon in."
Shutting the door after Noah had entered, Michael carefully lets the Rottweiler go. "We had some stew, but I'm afraid Dire and I ate it all." A slight grin resurfaces, "You'll have to beg Eliza for food."
Dire
Fri 06:00AM EST
*Dire stands there. Tall and lithe, he's dressed in Steel toed combat boots. Jeans and a dark flanel himself. Platinum blond hair and blue eyers with a get of fenris tattoo over his left brow. He sips his water and watches. The Skald is silent for the moment.*
Noah Sullivan
Fri 06:00AM EST
:He sidesteps into the door, moving about a foot away from it. He looks over at Michael with a raised brow, not even bothering to reply to the begging comment. His attention focuses back on the rott, waiting to see if the dog was going to view him as threat or not. Noah was invading its turf not the other way around:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:04AM EST
King, for all he was a powerful garbage dispoal unit of a dog, wasn't stupid. He's see things go hairy before he'd tucked tail and bolted for the hills. Noah smelled like a hairy, so he grumbled and whined a little, but picked up his bone - to which she did growl at them all in warning that he wasn't gonna give it up to them; hairy or not. He carried it to Eliza's feet, where he dropped down and starting chewing again, eyeing the three men cautiously.
"Can I get you anything? A drink? Something to eat?"
Noah Sullivan
Fri 06:06AM EST
:His attention focuses on Eliza and he sees why the dog would be so protective. He would be to if he had a pretty mistress. Lucky dog. He clears his throat, pulling off the duffle bag to let it sink to the floor, yet still holding it: "Yes, ma'am. Something warm if you have it"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:08AM EST
She smiles warmly and it oft' times felt like with just a smile she was wrapping a person in a warm ambrace of welcome just by that one expression. She stands from her chair, almost floating in her movements as she moves around Dire and into the kitchen to prepare something for Noah.
Dire
Fri 06:09AM EST
*He steps out of Eliza's way as he was standing beside. her. Skirting the dog out of bite rangs. He wouldn't blame the fucker a bit if it bit him. If somone tried to steal his food he'd bite them too. Moving back to his bag he sits and pulls out a dark blue .... crowbar? It appears to be a long blue crowbar. A pry end and a hook end just like the ones people buy in the store. On the side etched into the paint there is the word "Babe". Sitting he pulls out a rag and starts gently polishing the thing*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:12AM EST
Noah's presence is like a cold wind, and even Eliza's calming presence takes a while in eliminating that effect. A quiet falls over the room while everyone rearranges themselves. Michael returns to the table, sitting where he had before, pulling his nearly empty glass back to himself.
He eyes Dire polishing his crowbar for a moment, and then looks at Noah. "So where are you going?" Seemed to be a politer question that 'where did you come from?'
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:14AM EST
She heats the kettle and pulls out a thick, glazed clay mug that was both deep and wide, rummaging carefully through the cupboards for what she knew was there. Pulling a satchel out of the packet, she tears it open, pouring the contents into the mug and when the kettle has heated, in goes the boiling water. She stirs it with a spoon and then returns to the trio (plus dog) a few minutes later. The contents of the mug smealt like some sort of instant chicken soup. She sets it on the table, and obvious invitation for Noah to join them. She wasn't the sort to make him stand while everyone else was sitting.
She returns to her own chair, folding herself into and seemingly perfectly at ease. Relaxed. Calm. A soothing presence among a copious package of rage on three sides.
Dire
Fri 06:15AM EST
*He watches. Sniffs at the cup from where he is and sniffs at Noah a bit from where he is too.. His blue eyes flickering to Mike and raiseing a brow*
Noah Sullivan
Fri 06:20AM EST
:He leaves his bag by the door, shouldering out of the long coat. He comes over to the table and pulls back the chair that sat before the mug and drapes the coat over the back. His eyes shift between Michael and Dire, lingering on Dire with his toy: "At the moment? I'm not sure. Just traveling" :He replies in a neutral tone. He could feel some sort of tension brought on by his presence. He sits down, reaching out for the cup:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:22AM EST
"You mentioned the wind chimes..."
An almost rhetorical question, her voice and posture so much more inviting towards Noah than either of the men in her company. But, in general, she was probably a nicer, more open and welcoming person than Dire or Michael.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:23AM EST
"Yeah?" Michael lifts his glass and drains it, then toys with it. Between his large hands, the glass seems a frail thing. "We're all pretty new here, I think. Unless Dire's been here longer?" - a question in the glance toward the crowbar-wielding one.
Dire
Fri 06:26AM EST
*He smiles enignamicly* More than a little bit, less than a long while. * he nods with a sage look and casually lays the crow bar across his legs. He's not doing anything inheriantly threatening at the moment but that tattoo over his left brow is a quiet reminder of the inner monster that at the flip of a switch could be unleashed apon the world. He sips his water almost daintily. Only being about 6'3" he's the smallest of the garou here and by far the thinest. His strength is that steel cord wiry sort. He's more the graceful "wach at you till you scream and bleed" type than the "MIGHTY BLOW" sort*
Noah Sullivan
Fri 06:27AM EST
:He flicks his gaze back over to Dire and that crow-bar. Cold eyes narrow slightly as if focusing on it. He nods his briefly to Michael in reply. His hands just hold the cup for several minutes, enjoying the feel of something warm on his skin: "Yes, the wind chimes. Very interesting ones at that." :finally raises the cup to his mouth to sip, not caring that it's soup:
Noah Sullivan
Fri 06:29AM EST
"So how 'new' are you to these parts. If I might ask?" :A casual glance at Michael, before he lets it slip over to Eliza:
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:30AM EST
"Read what it said?" Michael asks lightly, getting to his feet to refill his glass.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:30AM EST
And, while the water runs into the glass, Michael replies, "Very." With a chuckle, "I've been here about six hours longer than you."
Dire
Fri 06:32AM EST
*He leans a bit closer and gets a good sniff of Noah and snorts a bit and rubs his nose, sitting back to sip some more water. Eliza might smell good but to his nose Noah did not. Though it didn't really smell like his fault. He just needed a bath. They all get funky sometimes.*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:32AM EST
While Eliza did seem to be looking at Noah quite directly and paying attention to the conversation, her eyes seemed wrong. It might take a few moments to realize why. The thoughts and emotions that played their drama through a person's eyes was not there in hers. It was like something was missing and no doubt, one would guess, it was her sight. But her uncanny ability to seem like she was looking at those she was speaking to also spoke volumnes. That her sigh had not been a born default, but one that happened after more than a few years of sight.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:34AM EST
She stands slowly from her chair, the skirt falling in a shimmer and rustle of dark purple crinkled silk to her bare feet. Her stomach was bared, her rich green sweater being short cropped, rather that it's full length. She had her glass of juice in one hand and she seemed to accidentally brush against Noah as she walked around the table and into the kitchen after Michael, to get another drink.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 06:35AM EST
:His gaze lingers on Eliza. Though it is not one of admiration. Yes, Eliza was a beautiful woman, but Noah wasn't looking at her appearance. He focuses on her eyes, watching her facial features and realizing the lack of sight. He seems genuinely surprised by this:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:36AM EST
To Michael, in the kitchen, she merely pitches her voice low as she mummurs to him as she passes him.
"He is."
Noah Sullivan
Fri 06:36AM EST
:His head follows Eliza's movements until she disappears into the kitchen once more. Fully aware of the light touch:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:38AM EST
King snorts and rumbles beside Eliza's chair, chewing rather noisly on his bone with obvious relish.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:38AM EST
Crack... King breaks part of the bone with his powerful jaw, licking (or attempting to) at the tasty marrow inside the bone.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:39AM EST
He is...?
Michael turns to watch Eliza pass, brow lightly furrowed - wondering. Then, picking up his glass, he rejoins the others at the table. The waterglass is set down with a clink and then Michael lowers himself into his chair.
"I'm Michael," he says conversationally, and then takes a chance - trusts in the kin's judgment. "Fostern Fianna Philodox."
Dire
Fri 06:41AM EST
*he listens and watches. One hand gently in his lap ( on babe) the other sipping the last of the water rom his glass.*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:43AM EST
She pours herself another glass of orange juice before she returns from the kitchen (again) and takes her seat. She remains quiet. This wasn't a conversation for her to be a part of, so to speak.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:45AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: With her ankles crossed and legs extended slightly under the table, the soles of her feet rest lightly against one of Michael's shins.
Dire
Fri 06:46AM EST
*he waits for Noah to reply.*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:50AM EST
...and Michael, waiting, leans back in his chair, glass on the table, loosely held in his hand. His eyes stay on Noah, patient enough, until they skim down at the surface of the table for a moment - flit up, fix on Eliza for a moment, and then move on to Dire.
Dire
Fri 06:50AM EST
*he looks to Mike* You have a Deed name Michael? * he smiles* Few ballads in the High Tongue use names of christian birth
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:50AM EST
(erm. I haven't thought one up for him yet, but pretend he tells Dire *LOL*)
Dire
Fri 06:51AM EST
(( snickers. ok))*He nods and looks back to Noah. Kinda a hint there*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:52AM EST
She seems to be able to feel when attentions move around the table, people looking at one another, or at least passing their attention, if not their gaze. They had a way of shifting their posture, ever so slightly. A rustle of clothing, a slight jangle of keys, whatever. It gave people away to her hearing.
She smiles ever so slightly, resting her cheek in an open palm again and just flicks an eyebrow at Michael before returning her attention to her orange juice.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 06:55AM EST
:Ah, and so it happened. He'd been waiting for this part of the conversation. He had his suspisions about the two men. He folds his thick arm on the table, the worn flannel stretching over flexed muscle. That cap still low over his stubbled face. Cold eyes look at Michael, then over to Dire and back again as he answers: "Good to meet another of the blood then, Michael-yuf." :His expression somber as it had been: "Noah Sullivan, Drinks Too Much, Fostern Fianna of the Full Moon"
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:57AM EST
A twitch of his lips. The big Philodox shifts in his seat, slouching down an extra inch or so as he seems to relax in the presence of a tribesmate. "Likewise. Do you? Drink too much, I mean."
Eliza Bahn
Fri 06:58AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: Ever so slightly, her warm soft feet seem to slide a little down his covered leg.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 06:59AM EST
:He found amusement in the question. A slight grin cracks on face: "That remains to be seen by some. I've been told that I do."
Michael Donnelly
Fri 06:59AM EST
to Eliza Bahn: ...and, that extra inch or so down slides her feet that much higher back up on his shin. The tip of his shoe traces a line along the back of her calf.
Dire
Fri 07:02AM EST
*he finishes of the water. Stadning he hangs babe by a belt loop and walks to get some more. Fianna drink? Noooo Never. NOT THEM. He smiles softly as he walks back to stand and finally sit*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:02AM EST
"Hey," laughing, as he lifts the glass for another drink - why were they drinking water, anyway? Three Fianna and a Get. You'd think... "best way to drink."
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:05AM EST
"I do actually have stronger drinks, if people would prefer?"
After all, she was Fianna kin, and sometimes getting absolutely tanked was the best remedy for a person who was emotionally screwed up.
Dire
Fri 07:06AM EST
*he perks up intrested* yohoo?
Noah Sullivan
Fri 07:07AM EST
:Noah seems to relax more at Michael's laugh. He pulls the baseball cap off his head and then back on again, turning it backwards. He looks at the empty soup cup and lurches from his seat, picking it up to deliver it to the kitchen: "If you have something a better bite, lass.. No sense in hiding it" :He chuckles to Eliza: "You're cup, m'lady"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:08AM EST
"Mainly beer and tequila, I'm afraid, Dire."
She hands Noah her glass, half full of orange juice, with a warm engaging smile as chestnut waves of hair float across her cheeks, freed from behind her ears.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:09AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: She slides one of her feet up his shin and then all the way back down, lingering and slowly.
Dire
Fri 07:10AM EST
*he scraches behind his ear. Scrach scrach scrach, a soft growl coming from him. At least he's useing his hand and not his foot. he's pretty limber though. It doesn't take any imagination that if he wasn't in a chair to see him doing it that way. He grumbels and settels and sips his water and looks between them. * No thank you.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:11AM EST
Michael, of all of them, seems to hesitate a moment at the offer. Maybe he was one of those rare Fianna who couldn't hold his liquor. Maybe he didn't want to make the poor blind woman get up and run around. Maybe he just didn't want her to get up, period.
"I oughta head back--" for no apparent reason, Michael breaks off for a second, glances at Eliza and then chuckles, shrugging. "Aw, what the hell, I'll have a beer for the road."
Noah Sullivan
Fri 07:11AM EST
:Noah took her glass, looking at it. He still held the empty soup mug: "I meant..Never mind." :Shakes his head, moves around her to the sink to set his cup down. Still holding Eliza's: "What do I do with this?"
Dire
Fri 07:12AM EST
*he looks at Noah and blinks* Fill it up?
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:13AM EST
"Just put it with the rest of the dishes, thanks, Noah."
Maybe she didn't want to get up either, being that she'd been up and down all night.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 07:14AM EST
:He nods, turning back to the sink. He had the decency to rinse the glass out before setting it down. He wipes his wet hands on his jeans: "Assume beer is in the fridge?"
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:15AM EST
She'd be going up and down a whole lot more if this went on. "Thanks for getting 'em, Noah," calls Michael, draining his glass for the beer soon to come.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:15AM EST
"Top shelf."
She calls out in reponse to Noah's query. She didn't mind having the beer at a level that Lila could reach it, because she knew better. The Tequila, however, was on top of the fridge incase the dark haired waif decided to... experiment.
Dire
Fri 07:17AM EST
*He turns and sniffs the air and blinks raising half out of his chair to sniff again and then snorts softly once. Sniffs rapidly about 5 times and then sits back again*
Noah Sullivan
Fri 07:18AM EST
:Apparently, volunteered for the beer run. He checks the fridge, looking in for a moment and grabs three bottles off the top shelf with one big hand. He bumps his hip against the door to shut it and opens the bottles with ease as he heads back to the table, setting them down in front of Eliza and Michael: "You're all welcome."
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:19AM EST
to Eliza Bahn: When Dire gets up, Michael jerks his foot back. When the Get sits down again, he extends his leg again - cautiously at first, then more boldly, crossing his ankle with hers.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:20AM EST
She lifts her bottle, twisting the cap in one palm and placing it on the top of the table. She lifts the beer in Noah's direction in a semi salute of thanks, smiling at him with a teasing wink before she takes a sip.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:23AM EST
Michael pours his beer into the glass, running it down the side to lessen the foaming. As coincidences go, this one's rather handy: the glass holds the beer exactly, neither a drop more nor less. Setting the bottle aside while he waits for the foam to settle a bit, the big man nudges Noah's chair out. Nodding at Dire, he says, "All right, Galliard. Be useful and make us a toast."
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:24AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: She tangles her toes in his trouser leg and slowly lifts it, sliding just her toes under to slide softly against his ankle and lower shin.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 07:24AM EST
:He resumes his chair once more, holding on to his beer: "I've got one if the Galliard can't think one up."
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:25AM EST
"Well, hell," magnanimous, "let's all make a damn toast."
Dire
Fri 07:26AM EST
*He smiles and sniffs them and nods lifting his glass* For you Fianna I'll give an old irish toast.
Here's to us,
May there be more like us
and those that are like us may god have them love us.
ANd if they don't love us may god turn their hearts,
and if he can't turn their hearts may he turn their ankels so we'll know those fuckers by their limping!
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:27AM EST
Michael has a good hearty laugh at that, raising his glass in salute. "Here, here!"
Noah Sullivan
Fri 07:29AM EST
:He offers up a chuckle, lifting his beer up in the same gesture: "Here, here"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:29AM EST
She lifts her beer bottle, tipping it slightly to join in the salute, before taking a sip. She just... smiles. If she could see, maybe she'd have a glint in her eye.
And to the legendary trysts of Fianna long past.
Dire
Fri 07:31AM EST
*he sips his water and grins. Fianna were always fun to be around in the down times... unless they started throwing rocks at each other. He remembers a really bad night of spirit brew and chuncking 50 pound stones... He remember waking up 2 nights later with a hurt head. From the FIanna talen booze or getting hit in the head with a small bolder he wasn't sure.*
Noah Sullivan
Fri 07:35AM EST
:He tossed back the bottle, taking a heavy swig of it. The bottle was half empty when he sets it down again. He gives the others a glance over:
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:35AM EST
to Eliza Bahn: ...and, under the table, the games go on. Another inch slouched down - any more, and it was going to become obvious. Fortunately, Michael doesn't seem inclined to slouch any more at the moment. Her toes are sliding up under his trousers and he's trying to think up some sort of signaling method that didn't involve the usual eyebrow flashing. An soft, inquisitive tap of his shoe against her ankle, and then a general nudge of his leg in the direction of Dire and Noah: They're going to notice soon or what about them? - or maybe he wasn't nudging toward them at all, but toward the bedroom(s) down the hall.
Dire
Fri 07:37AM EST
*he puts his water down and nods to the woods* Eldest around here as best I can figure is one of your kind.
Althro Galliard named Gaberial Thunder Oak. Staies out in the woods here. Real formal type. Then you got a city pack in North Jersey. * he shakes his head a bit and snorts* They... * he srugs* You'll have to meet them. Not all bad but the weaver taints that which it touches too long just as the wyrm does. I'll let you make your own desisions.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:38AM EST
Michael, lifting the glass to drink, lets himself slide down another inch. A beer, pleasant company, and a pretty girl to look at: life didn't get any better for a Fianna. Tilting his head to listen to Dire, he nods. "I'll look into 'em both. ThunderOak you say? Might've heard about him."
Noah Sullivan
Fri 07:40AM EST
:He nods to Dire, picking up the bottle again by the neck. He watches it dangle from his fingers off the table an inch: "I'll have to do that while I'm out here. I'll need to get to a phone in the morning and see about getting a tow truck out here to retrieve my van"
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:40AM EST
"Are you sure you don't want to take up the offer of the couch, Michael? It seems an awful waste of your time and effort for you to head home, only to have to come all the way back to help hang things in the study for me."
She cheek was cupped in her open plan again as she looked in Michael's general direction, gesturing down the hallway to the rooms out back, where she was setting up her practice. She raises an eyebrow, smiling.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:41AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: She taps back with her toes against his leg, sliding them across the skin under his trousers, at the same time she raised her eyebrow.
Dire
Fri 07:42AM EST
*he nods* He ain't around much. Rather.. he hasn't chosen to be around much when I was.
*He looks over to the Kin. A soft smile. Noone ever offers to Put up the get. Damn their reps.*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:46AM EST
"Well..." hesitating, he glances at Noah. "Didn't you need some place to crash? I can give you the keys to my cabin. It's about two miles down the road. My packmate might be back, though, so you might wanna knock. Deirdre's brained me with a frying pan a few times when I walked in unexpected."
Smirking at Dire, "Yeah, once they get up to Athro they forget the littl'uns. Of course, if the Athro happens to be listening in by some magical Athro trick," a grin at this, as he raises his voice in the direction of the ceiling, "I didn't mean it!"
Noah Sullivan
Fri 07:48AM EST
:He eyes Michael for a moment, then lifts the bottle up to drain the beer, before setting it down with a thud on the table: "That's nice of you, but I don't know.. Don't feel like getting hit by a frying pan." :He shrugs his shoulders:
Dire
Fri 07:49AM EST
*He srugs* Don't color me afraid. The night I met him I primosed to trade scars if he insulted me again the way he did then. * he finishes his water.* DOn't get me wrong... he'd probly slughter me... but I'd bite off his b... um.. b.. * he looks at Eliza* Bicept if he did.. * he grins and stands moving to the sink and peers at the other sidhes there and stacks his glass on top*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:50AM EST
She sips on her beer in silence, holding it in one hand and running her fingers up and down the sides, her fingers leaving a trailing pattern in the condensation.
Dire
Fri 07:51AM EST
*He pauses watching Eliza's vaguly erotic motions and blinks. Standing a bit transfixed and snifss at her from where he is*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:53AM EST
She arches an eyebrow slightly and 'looks' up from the bottle, letting her fingers trail down the side of the bottle then stop at the bottom, sliding under to cradle it. She smiles at Dire and tilts her head slight*
Dire
Fri 07:54AM EST
*he smiles at the blind lady* You do smell good. * a wry grin*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 07:54AM EST
Michael swills his beer around his glass, absently watching Eliza's fingers move over her bottle. Then, raising the glass to his lips with a smile, he returns Noah's shrug. "Probably better than sleeping in a ditch somewhere, bump on the head or not."
A sip. Michael sets the glass down and shoots Dire a smirk. "Biceps. Uh-huh."
Dire
Fri 07:54AM EST
*he smiles at the blind lady* You do smell good. * a wry grin*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 07:55AM EST
She flicks both eyebrows up at Dire with more of a smile before she returns to contemplating the cool glass held by one hand and cupped with the other, thumb stroking the ridges indented in the bottom of the bottle.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 07:59AM EST
"I've slept in worse places than ditches, yuf." :He replies dryly, picking up his empty bottle. He glances between the two men, following their eyes to Eliza. It was amusing to watch stroke the bottle, but he didn't much react to it as they did. He stands up, the chair screeching across the floor: "Anyone up for another?" :Starts off for the kitchen again, before they respond:
Dire
Fri 07:59AM EST
*he silently looks to the two garou to see their reactions and looks back at her. Humans are weird sometimes. He wants to make sure it's not just him*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 08:01AM EST
While he waits for Noah to make up his mind, the Philodox arches in the chair slightly, digging in his pockets for the keys to the cabin. When Noah gets up, he drops the keys in his pocket and settles back. "Up to you," he replies, easy grin and all. Then, "Nah, I think I'm good."
While he's gone, a quiet descends.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 08:02AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: She slides her foot upwards, causing his trouser leg to slide up with it, running it along the inside of his calf. She lets the trouser leg fall as her foot touches the inside of his thigh, toes curling and pressing into the flesh through his pants.
Dire
Fri 08:04AM EST
*He blinks and then shifts. POOPF he's a Crinos ducking as to not wack his head and then Crunch , strech. Ripplescrunch. POP. He shifts down to Lupus. Moving over he leaps lightly into the chair he was sitting in and gets setteled. He looks like a large timber wolf as do most of his tribe with a monocromatic coloring of an dark ashen gray. THe tatto over his left brow is still visable as what appears to be a shaved design.*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 08:05AM EST
to Eliza Bahn: He taps on the side of her calf in the direction of the kitchen as if in reminder. All her footsying wasn't going anywhere: damn Ahroun was going for another drink. Now what? Then her goes on its little upwards exploration and he drops a hand under the table, catching her foot against his thigh.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 08:06AM EST
:He sets the empty bottle on the counter, opening the fridge to grab another beer. He comes back out to catch Dire's little show: "No, thankyou, yuf. I'll find a place to bed down. It's a phone I'll be needing."
Michael Donnelly
Fri 08:07AM EST
Blinking at Dire's shifting around, Michael drains the last of his beer and sets the empty glass down. "More comfortable--" hitch "--now?" One hand leaves the tabletop.
Dire
Fri 08:08AM EST
*He sits there. happy now that he has a nose that works better. He looks to Mike and wags his tail in the chair a bit in a wolven indication of the affirmitive.*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 08:07AM EST
"As much as I hate to say it, my lovely gentlemen, I'm going to have to start ushering you out for the day otherwise I am thinking I'll never get any sleep."
A soft chuckle, because it was getting was getting very early, to say the least.
"There is a phone in the study at the end of hall, Noah, if you wish to make a phone call. Michael, if you are planning on staying and helping me hang things later today, I have spare blankets in the bedroom that you can use."
Dire
Fri 08:08AM EST
*He sits there. happy now that he has a nose that works better. He looks to Mike and wags his tail in the chair a bit in a wolven indication of the affirmitive.*
Dire
Fri 08:09AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: *He gives Mike a knowing look. Dire arrived pretty much right after Mike did. He didn't remember any talkin' about hanging no damn pictures. He's got one of those "You lucky fucker" looks on his face*
Noah Sullivan
Fri 08:11AM EST
"My thanks, Eliza, for the hospitality." :He nods to her, already drinking the second beer as he starts off down the hall to find the study:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 08:11AM EST
"We don't have any spare space in the house, Noah, Dire, but if you both wish there is a cottage out back we are renovating that has heating and some furniture, at least."
Thankfully Mae hadn't decided to move into her own little cottage as of yet, making it free for use.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 08:11AM EST
One last hesitation. Two and a half miles was a long way to walk when he'd be coming back again anyway, and it was cold out. "You sure I won't be trouble?"
To Dire, "Good to know." Hard to keep a conversation when the other side was wagging his tail, and Michael had no tail to wag back.
Dire
Fri 08:12AM EST
*he flicks his ears forward in intrest and sniffs ( with that new improved sniffer)) and yips once affimitivly*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 08:12AM EST
to Dire: (*just ROLLING...*) To his credit, Michael manages to keep hold of his chivalry enough not to make any ka-CHING!-type gestures.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 08:12AM EST
"A spot on the floor is better than a cold ditch." :He calls back from the hall before entering the study:
Dire
Fri 08:16AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: * he give a silent little wolfie snicker. Looks like his head is shaking up and down with palsy or something. A general humorous thing. Not bad at all though. More like one of those looks you give a buddy that you can't really bismirk for geting the hottie if you knew you couldn't.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 08:18AM EST
"It's down towards the back of the property, when you are ready. There are some blankets and pillows already down there, I believe."
She raised an eyebrow in the direction of Dire, hearing the yip, then puts it down to his prior movement and guesses that he must have... changed. She straightens up in her chair and finishes her beer, standing up fluidly. She brushes past Michael as she walks into the kitchen, placing the bottle in ther recycling basket after rinsing it out in the sink. She returns to the table, placing a hand on Michael's shoulder.
"You'll have to get the blankets down yourself, Michael. I'm not entirely sure which shelf Mae put them on and would rather not fumble my way around, looking for them."
Dire
Fri 08:19AM EST
*he watches her sitting in the chair where he is and looks out the back door and back to her and Mike*
Eliza Bahn
Fri 08:19AM EST
King, seeing Dire shift through his forms, went bolting out of the room with a wailing howl and was probably wedged firmly under a piece of furniture in another room.
Michael Donnelly
Fri 08:19AM EST
The Philodox seems to chuckle to himself. After a delay, Michael starts to get to his feet, gathering up the empty bottles on the table. "Going to toss these in the trash," he says, unnecessarily. His chair grates back and he walks into the kitchen, reappearing a little later. When Eliza speaks, the big man nods and starts down the hall. "Will do."
Dire
Fri 08:20AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: *Ears all forward, Eyes wide watchng her rubbing aginst Mike. Where he was from that's mating preface. He reaches over with his muzzel and nudges Mike with a "Move fool!" look*
Noah Sullivan
Fri 08:22AM EST
:Noah exitst the study, no luck in getting a hold of anyone. He would try later. He comes back out of the hall, looking around. He heads to his chair to grab his coat, and then the door to retrieve his bag. He glances over at Dire, half-wondering if sharing a sleeping space with the Get is better than a cold ditch:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 08:22AM EST
"Sleep well, Dire." She flicks a roaming glance over where Dire should be sitting, although with his change of form, she wasn't 100% sure where he was at the moment.
She follows Michael down the hallway, pointing to a door that was open open a crack and then continues to the study, appearing around the doorframe.
"The cottage is unlocked, when you're ready, Noah."
A warm smile linigers as she turns around, placing a hand on the wall, using it as a guide as she walks back down the hallway.
Noah Sullivan
Fri 08:22AM EST
:Noah exitst the study, no luck in getting a hold of anyone. He would try later. He comes back out of the hall, looking around. He heads to his chair to grab his coat, and then the door to retrieve his bag. He glances over at Dire, half-wondering if sharing a sleeping space with the Get is better than a cold ditch:
Noah Sullivan
Fri 08:23AM EST
"Thankyou again, Eliza"
Michael Donnelly
Fri 08:23AM EST
"Goodnight, Noah. I'll try to catch up with you again soon, Dire - introduce you to Deirdre and all." He's moving...he's moving...
...he's stumbling down a dark hall looking for blankets. There were a lot of damn shelves to fumble through. He opens one full of underwear, another one stocked with what looked like tampons on the side, and slams both shut again. Not right.
Eliza Bahn
Fri 08:25AM EST
"Not at all, Noah. All family are welcome in my house."
Her voice again is rich and warm as she wiggles her fingers in something of a wave and catches up wo Michael as he fumbles with drawers. Her voice fades as she enters the room.
"The top of the cupboard, silly..."
Eliza Bahn
Fri 08:27AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: She nudges the door closed behind her with one heel, leaning back against it with her hands behind her back and a slight smile, raising an eyebrow as she listens to him moving around the room.
Dire
Fri 08:27AM EST
*The get rolls his eyes. Hops off the chair. Huseing his mouth he picks up babe and slips it into the bag and grabs the bag in his teeth and heads outside with it and to the back and this cottage described*
Michael Donnelly
Fri 08:30AM EST
to Eliza Bahn: "Oh." Abashed, Michael reaches up and feels along the cupboards, momentarily as unseeing as she is, save by sight of touch, until his fingertips encounter what might be a blanket. He takes his time pulling it down, listening until he heard the front door close and the two others' footsteps recede away. Whatever Dire might already know, Michael still had chivalry enough not to broadcast it to the world.
The blanket comes down in a heap in his arms and he turns to her, his arms slowly falling to his sides, blankets trailing forgotten from one. She hears him moving around the room until he's in front of her, and in the darkness the blind and the seeing are the same.
"Couch or here?"
Noah Sullivan
Fri 08:32AM EST
:He starts to follow after Dire, stopping to glance down the hall that Eliza and Michael disappeared down. He shakes his head slowly and exits the house. He rubs a hand over his stubbled chin, whistling to Dire:
Eliza Bahn
Fri 08:32AM EST
to Michael Donnelly: "I could use the company..."
She pulls her hands out from behind her, placing them on his exceptionally broad chest, running one down till she touches the blanket that was almost disregarded, taking it from him and dropping it to their feet.
Dire
Fri 08:33AM EST
*He turns and puts the pack down* ~WS~ Yeah, don't be waiting up for Michael. I think the host took a liking to him and wanted to... ask more about the pictur hanging...
Noah Sullivan
Fri 08:36AM EST
:He makes a face at Dire, narrowing his eyes. The prospect didn't sit well in his mind: "Let's just hope he's only sleeping... For Michael's sake." :Heads on to the cottage, growling out his words, not really appreciating what dire just said:
Michael Donnelly
Fri 08:36AM EST
to Eliza Bahn: Michael is not, was not, and will never have the sort of grace - animal or otherwise - that some had. The man is solid and strong as a bear, but for all of that, a shiver runs up his spine when her hands find him in the dark.
The blanket drops at their feet, a soft slow-motion collapse, and he reaches out for her: his hands on her waist, sliding up her ribs, and around back to find the zipper of her dress. There might be a thread of laughter in his voice. "Yeah," and ...unzip, "me too."
Dire
Fri 08:37AM EST
*He snorts* ~WS~ Why? You gay?
Noah Sullivan
Fri 08:39AM EST
:Noah stops dead, he turns to look at Dire over his shoulder: "NO.." :His jaw muscles flexes, gritting out the words harshly:
Dire
Fri 08:43AM EST
**He sits there and can'ts his lupine head*~WS~ Then why shouldn't Michael and Eliza enjoy the sunrise... "Hanging pictures" * the lupine shaped garou makes the little air quotes with his ears*
Noah Sullivan
Fri 08:44AM EST
:He turns around slowly, looking down to regard the wolf: "I can tell you're a Get, Dire, what was your rank again? I didn't hear it?"
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