06-27-2013, 07:28 AM
She had, originally, opted for the floor. Her knees were bent, drawn up so that she could wrap her arms around them. But in her unbearable anticipation of Jack's response, Cat had slowly been moving. Inching her way up. Closer. Unable to be still in any remote sense of what the statement 'to be still' means. By the time the Nosferatu responds she is perched somehow on the arm of his chair without care or concern for his Clan or the confounded expression on the face of the other Kindred nearby.
"Yes." She says with a deep nod. "But. No, no. That is what I saw, but not what you need to know." Cat's face becomes almost contorted with the amount of effort she's putting into whatever is going on behind her eyes. [you can't speak to his mind, you're not a Jedi, you don't have the force. No Midi-chlorians here!] Sighing, she draws in closer and says to him: When you build walls, that is dangerous. A dangerous thing. Walls mean something is going to want in. Right? Something will want in. No walls.
Then, without as much effort for privacy though she speaks quietly all the same, "I saw...corvus brack-e-o..." [brackeosoreus!{no, you idiot, brackensores is what it is.} don't listen to him, he just wants you to look stupid.] "..brack..brak-e-ryen-chos. Do you know that? I saw a crow. Do you see the significance in this? Do you understand? No. Yes. Yes you do. You're smart. I can smell it on you. It's important because they roost. Crows roost. But this one was not. Was not roosting. It was cawing at me. CAW CAW CAW!" Her imitation is, quite honestly, awful and it very probably elicits a few dirty looks and snorts of laughter from the other Kindred. At least she didn't imitate the apes.
"Crows are omens. Yes. The Irish say the crows are pets of Morrigan. You know that? Yes, you do. The goddess of war and death, right? Right? And the Norse, and the dirty Australians..." Her hand lifts and she starts to tuck fingers under for each thing she names off.
"The Chaldean, Greeks, Hindu, Buddhists, the Japanese, Koreans, Chinese, Hindus." Her voice starts to elevate as she draws out her point. "Thessalians, Illyrians and Lemnians and Veneti!"
[Shhhhh{don't let her hold you back, you're doing well!!}hhhh!]
She is hushed by her own Other's when the Ravnos approaches. Cat is gnawing at her fingernails by now. By this time, she's rocking back and forth. Dark eyes latch on to Kali and she nods to her.
"True story." She corrects the pretty Kindred. "Yes. The mouth only had a taste for sheep tonight."
Cat stands and gives a stare at a neonate sitting in a rather high backed chair - quite comfortably - watching the goings on all around him with an expression that is half fascination, half apprehension.
"He's in my chair." She says. "You let them take your chair and then they want your shoes and your coat. Then they want your skin! You can't let them have any of it. Not one bit."
[[That sounds good. I should be around save for an hour or two the whole morning / afternoon!]]
"Yes." She says with a deep nod. "But. No, no. That is what I saw, but not what you need to know." Cat's face becomes almost contorted with the amount of effort she's putting into whatever is going on behind her eyes. [you can't speak to his mind, you're not a Jedi, you don't have the force. No Midi-chlorians here!] Sighing, she draws in closer and says to him: When you build walls, that is dangerous. A dangerous thing. Walls mean something is going to want in. Right? Something will want in. No walls.
Then, without as much effort for privacy though she speaks quietly all the same, "I saw...corvus brack-e-o..." [brackeosoreus!{no, you idiot, brackensores is what it is.} don't listen to him, he just wants you to look stupid.] "..brack..brak-e-ryen-chos. Do you know that? I saw a crow. Do you see the significance in this? Do you understand? No. Yes. Yes you do. You're smart. I can smell it on you. It's important because they roost. Crows roost. But this one was not. Was not roosting. It was cawing at me. CAW CAW CAW!" Her imitation is, quite honestly, awful and it very probably elicits a few dirty looks and snorts of laughter from the other Kindred. At least she didn't imitate the apes.
"Crows are omens. Yes. The Irish say the crows are pets of Morrigan. You know that? Yes, you do. The goddess of war and death, right? Right? And the Norse, and the dirty Australians..." Her hand lifts and she starts to tuck fingers under for each thing she names off.
"The Chaldean, Greeks, Hindu, Buddhists, the Japanese, Koreans, Chinese, Hindus." Her voice starts to elevate as she draws out her point. "Thessalians, Illyrians and Lemnians and Veneti!"
[Shhhhh{don't let her hold you back, you're doing well!!}hhhh!]
She is hushed by her own Other's when the Ravnos approaches. Cat is gnawing at her fingernails by now. By this time, she's rocking back and forth. Dark eyes latch on to Kali and she nods to her.
"True story." She corrects the pretty Kindred. "Yes. The mouth only had a taste for sheep tonight."
Cat stands and gives a stare at a neonate sitting in a rather high backed chair - quite comfortably - watching the goings on all around him with an expression that is half fascination, half apprehension.
"He's in my chair." She says. "You let them take your chair and then they want your shoes and your coat. Then they want your skin! You can't let them have any of it. Not one bit."
[[That sounds good. I should be around save for an hour or two the whole morning / afternoon!]]