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RE: another warmoot-y thing! [attn: ALL] - errin - 10-05-2013
Phoebe loves light and life. She loves her packsisters (strong, steady Keisha, quiet, intelligent Winona, moon-mad Falcon-mad Sophia) and she loves her blood family, those that remain of her bloodline in Denver, brother, parents, aunt and great-aunt and cousins. She likes to lay in the grass and look up at the sky no matter how the stiff stalks poke and stab at her skin. She loves to sing and throw clay around and make lovely things, and doesn't care a whit if these appreciated or not. She loves the wolves of Forgotten Questions only a little more than those of Cold Crescent, feels more bound to them, more connected to the Caern than the city sept.
She's still getting used to the weight of her rank and her place as an Alpha. She would rather let things slide, had tried to let things slide, but Erich. Would. Not. Stop.
And so it's come to this, which is far too far. A burly young Cliath Ahroun stalks over to a tall, willowy Theurge, but she does not back down, does Phoebe Stavros. She lifts her chin and she meets that stare.
And she hopes that Javed will be enough to stop this if the boy loses control.
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RE: another warmoot-y thing! [attn: ALL] - kai - 10-05-2013
Her embarrassment only grows as all this continues. Only at this point, that embarrassment is not for herself. She glances at Javed when he accepts Phoebe's declaration that she will go with them to the Warder, but that glance is disrupted immediately when Erich and Phoebe just begin shouting at each other.
Across the room, she sees Keisha Still-Waters thinking along the same lines as she is. Where are the kin. Avery has kept her seat as Javed rises... and tells them to handle this immediately, here and now, rather the opposite of what she suggested a moment ago. The slight sting is difficult to conceal, but thankfully, no one is really focused on her at the moment.
They are, and rightly so, focused on the Ahroun advancing on the Fostern in the middle of the room, Javed telling everyone who isn't a part of this to depart immediately, Phoebe meeting Erich's eyes, and then everyone in the room will, very likely, turn her way. She is not the only Silver Fang in the room, and she is not the purest wolf in the room, but for a moment, there seems to be a shimmer of air turned silver around her as she rises from her seat. The aura of her tribal and her pack's totem falls upon her, winged and sunlit even in the smallness of the room. She lifts her chin when she stands, and it is difficult -- brutally, almost painfully difficult -- to look away from her. It is not the heights of her rank nor the strength of her body that demand attention. It is just... something about her.
Her voice is steady, and quiet, despite the fact that her pride and herfrustration are mingling with her rage, amplifying both in what could turn into the same sort of sickening spiral the likes of which Erich and Phoebe are currently caught in.
"You, too, Rhya," she says, first to Javed, her tone soft. She has looked at him first, a faint furrow to her brow, an apology inherent in the words. "I will settle this with them." A faint smile, tight with concern and mirthless amusement: "I am the only half moon present.
"Please," she goes on, indicating the path to the door for him, and for others. "I have faith in Storm's Teeth-yuf's control, and Siren of Persephone-rhya's strength and my own." There's a small shake of her head, her words tinted ever so slightly for the ears of the near-enraged wolves. "They will not coat this room in my blood, nor one another's. Though if you, Black Sheep-yuf, and Still Waters-yuf would remain outside the door, I would be most grateful."
Her eyes turn back to Phoebe and Erich. She does not speak to them -- though she intends to -- until everyone else has left the room.
Reverence of Dawn @ 5:02PM
[Charisma + Leadership (compelling) + Falcon + PB
Increasing difficulty due to staredown-in-progress/tension/her rank]
Roll: 14 d10 TN8 (1, 4, 4, 4, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10) ( success x 8 ) Re-rolls: 3 VALID
RE: another warmoot-y thing! [attn: ALL] - kai - 10-05-2013
[If it's not obvious: I'll mod this if it works for both of you. I'll meet you in Downtown if so!]
RE: another warmoot-y thing! [attn: ALL] - errin - 10-05-2013
[woot! thanks Kai! *shuffles on over*]
RE: another warmoot-y thing! [attn: ALL] - kai - 10-05-2013
[P.S. Further posts to this thread should be exit posts, since we're going straight to a room with Phoebe and Erich and I don't want to tear a hole in the RP spacetime continuum. If your character needs to get a few last words in that's fine, but it may be assumed that the characters in the challenge and Avery magically don't hear it if it would disrupt what's in progress on the chats. Just a forewarning!]
RE: another warmoot-y thing! [attn: ALL] - Kenna - 10-05-2013
Lola'd watched the tension bubble up and spill on over. If she was taking sides in the argument, it sure didn't show on her face. If anything, she looked unamused by the entire affair.
Hector had burst out to cover up Erich'c choice of words, making an effort to subdue the fight before it began. This was to no avail.
Next thing the Kinswoman knew wolves were rising from chairs, people were bellowing and surging toward one another to stand bristling face-to-face... and over what?
"What the fuck ever," is all Lola really has to say to the situation, and she mutters it under her breath. There's a pat on Hector's shoulder, a light touch of Tamsin's hair from the top of her head to her back, and Lola rose to her feet out of the chair she'd been occupying up until that point.
She'll catch Reese's eye and jerk her head, inviting him to follow her out the door. Outside they'll probably trade numbers, then promptly go their separate ways because he was a Glass Walker Urrah and she was some feral girl trying to play wolf. They just really weren't the sort to hang out.
After that, she'll wait on Hector and Tamsin, and then leave with them when they're ready to go.
RE: another warmoot-y thing! [attn: ALL] - errin - 10-05-2013
Sam has been quiet through the whole meeting. Yes, the petite punk-looking Glass Walker who spent what she thought were her final moments in an act of kindness to a mad, broken, corrupted Spiral Cub, who looked the Alpha of Beloved Horror in the eye and would have snapped at him had a Gaian Garou not swept the pair of them away, who stole another of Beloved Horror's claimed child right out from under his nose.
She is quiet because she has nothing for the moment to offer, and then she's quiet because she knows. Kin do not get in the way of Garou fights, petty or otherwise. In fact, as soon as Erich starts storming across the room toward Phoebe, Sam nudges her brother in the side and rises. They don't want to be here for this.
So maybe Reese is there to catch Lola's eye, or maybe he's already following his sister toward the exit. Sam doesn't know, because Sam knows full well when to get the hell out of Dodge.
She does pause, though, when they're outside the door, to look for Keisha and Winona. She meets the Theurges as they walk out of that room, catches their eyes and offers them a smile and - for Keisha at least, who Sam knows better - a light, brief touch on the arm. No words, though. Sam has had to mediate (and sometimes participate in) fights between her siblings before, but she knows that it's not the same for Garou.
Nothing ever is.
After that she leaves. Whatever happens, the packmates will want to meet with their Alphas, they won't need unaffiliated Kinfolk loitering around and taking up space.
RE: another warmoot-y thing! [attn: ALL] - CourtCat - 10-06-2013
Reese is, in fact, on the way out the door with Sam (after a look back at Thomas, complete with raised, questioning eyebrow - the first look the Galliard has gotten from him since they arrived) when Lola tries to catch his eye, because that's okay - he waits outside long enough to catch her, to give her his contact information (cell phone number and email address) for when they get together to do this research or whatever they end up doing. It's only after those few words are exchanged that he joins Sam fully, to - as she put it - get the hell out of Dodge.
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Winona, meanwhile, is agitated and irritated for reasons of her own that are tangentially related to the drama inside but not completely of it. And of course she's also extremely displeased that it got this far in the first place, but when Sam smiles at her some of it eases away a bit. "Drive safe," she offers, and it's pleasant enough even if it is a bit tense. "And thanks."