07-05-2013, 02:56 PM
The fianna kinsman's place is a large ranch - rugged construct of stone and wood, cresting a low hill and spilling down the back side. Out've Denver, proper. All been here forever part of the land. This blood's here to stay, the place seems to say, was here before and'll be here after. When the biker and his new friend rock up, covered in ichor and dried blood and stench, Jack'll know - Tamsin will have made clear, at the least - that best-thing to do is to go around back and be polite because that's where the entrance to the guest rooms are and because Calden's dad is a venerable elderly guy who deserves respect and to be avoided - uh, not bothered. They don't have to actually try the back (sliding glass, perhaps?) door to see if it's unlocked because Fog's darlings are - conveniently - already outside in the middle of plotting, planning, and otherwise devising.
They are, of course, deep inargument discussion. Tamsin's standing with her right arm folded across her chest, her left elbow resting on her right fist, and her left hand punctuating whatever she's saying. Her gaze is even more distant than usual, all dream-drenched, far-and-away.
"Okay, if we do the back-and-forth thing, which I think'll be good, because it'll build so you don't even need to understand the words, y'know? But if we do that, then we're trading off roles, and I think I should do Jack and you should do Avery." (This is, the covert sharpening of a glance beneath suddenly drooping eyelashes would say, only partly because Tamsin is shy and stage-frighty about trying to emulate the Silver Fang.) "Though," a frown-line appears between her eyebrows. "That leaves the Wretched piece of unsexed vomitous maggot-victim with a gut like lard found itself a poem to fester-nest in - oh! Shit, okay! What about we just trade-off being the bad guy, so when you're Av, I'm him, and when I'm Jack, you're - "
" - Jack?"
Tamsin is not the most perceptive of Gaia's wolves, but now that she's seen him she's seen him. Or maybe it wasn't so much that she saw him and Ingrid first as she smelled them (or, uh, Jack) and started to say Hector a little less stench realism the performance doesn't need that and that caused her to look around and: The transformation in her perception as she takes in the a) embattled appearance and the b) companion means she carries herself a little differently, too, straighter and more alert. The flick of her glance includes Ingrid, and Tamsin studies her a little more closely than Jack, trying to place the story that brought them here before they start telling it, before the study she was making of them ends in a little glance toward Hector. Because he's alpha, see, and body language shows it.
"And friend. Does it look worse than it is?"
Implied: Are you still hurt?
They are, of course, deep in
"Okay, if we do the back-and-forth thing, which I think'll be good, because it'll build so you don't even need to understand the words, y'know? But if we do that, then we're trading off roles, and I think I should do Jack and you should do Avery." (This is, the covert sharpening of a glance beneath suddenly drooping eyelashes would say, only partly because Tamsin is shy and stage-frighty about trying to emulate the Silver Fang.) "Though," a frown-line appears between her eyebrows. "That leaves the Wretched piece of unsexed vomitous maggot-victim with a gut like lard found itself a poem to fester-nest in - oh! Shit, okay! What about we just trade-off being the bad guy, so when you're Av, I'm him, and when I'm Jack, you're - "
" - Jack?"
Tamsin is not the most perceptive of Gaia's wolves, but now that she's seen him she's seen him. Or maybe it wasn't so much that she saw him and Ingrid first as she smelled them (or, uh, Jack) and started to say Hector a little less stench realism the performance doesn't need that and that caused her to look around and: The transformation in her perception as she takes in the a) embattled appearance and the b) companion means she carries herself a little differently, too, straighter and more alert. The flick of her glance includes Ingrid, and Tamsin studies her a little more closely than Jack, trying to place the story that brought them here before they start telling it, before the study she was making of them ends in a little glance toward Hector. Because he's alpha, see, and body language shows it.
"And friend. Does it look worse than it is?"
Implied: Are you still hurt?