Icon of Coil: meeting in the umbra [decker-gaby-vos]

August 25, 2002

meeting in the umbra [decker-gaby-vos]

[camden drive in]
cont'd from feel like a drive?

(gaby)
She slips up through the trees..
plans had changed The not so conservative method of getting the message to him probably worked..
She assumes..
why am i here she thinks..
hes going to kill me.
She made sure no one was following her, she didnt even tell them who she was meeting..
breathe...deep breath ironic as she lights up a smoke...

im one step closer to the edge and im about to break

She walks into the abandoned drive in, the tank top tight on her body, the jens baggy as always, converse high tops and a bacpack hangs off one of her shoulders..
at least im out of the chaos back at home (malcoms) she still called it home, it wasnt..
I really ought to go back to my dump of a shithole...

She walks...looking around..
wndering if he got the message..
shit she knew he liked hookers

(decker)
Liked might be too strong a word. Was passingly fond of them, perhaps, if only for their discretion, their no-nonsense way of going about physical needs. (Hey boy, wanna ride? Twenty bucks and I'll cross your eyes.)

Soon enough the air shimmers. Just barely-unseen threads break and pull apart. A thickening patch of nothingness forms into the thuggish young Modi, who cracks his neck to the side as though pulling through the Gauntlet had been tough for him. And it had.

Coming closer to her without a word, his low-to-the-ground gait, his swaying shoulders, he raises his eyebrows at her in question.

(gaby)
Chaos is ever changing, isnt it...Was she naive? probably should she have come here without anyone backing her? probably
Did she...
who knows Who knows what went through the mind of the ragabash as she came to the abandoned drive in

She gazes at Decker, what a day she had, just trying to keep the whatever the fuck he was guy out of her brain was hard enough, but Christian now too...
where was she going next?
She tugs slightly at her tank top and her fingers move to her hair, twisting the hair between them..

She speaks softly...
"Follow me"
nothing like going right back where he came from
stepping sideways...she heads back to the other side...

(decker)
Tilting his head in question, he follows her. It takes him longer; he has to fight harder against the strands of the Wall, but eventually they do give.

In the Penumbra, he is different and yet the same...spirit instead of flesh, flesh into spirit. There is perhaps a nobler cast to him as his (pure) blood shows through stronger, strongly; yet over it all is still the brooding darkness in his eyes.

The diffuse ambient light of the huge (justpastfull) moon casts his cast to the ground. The landscape is deserted, most the unawakened structures of humanity stripped away, gone. The Wyld is still strong here, Gauntlet or not, Weaver or not, Wyrm or not, and she can feel it.

(gaby)
She looks around..how long had it been since she had been here..shit she rarely came to the umbra..
Taking the time to look around she lets out a soft sigh and puts the backpack down, still close to her feet, and her reach
"No tricks Decker..right?" she looks at him
what the HELL was she thinking, trusting him...he brought Malcolm to Gabriel (although Malcolm was an idiot) why wouldnt he do the same to her?

who knows
Her true name, Wins with Tricks...driven by the urge of lies, and here she was asking him if he was there with tricks..

a mess, a total mess..
paranoia will destroyya
She sighs...a soft sigh, fingers twisting her hair again...
"Im not sure why we needed to even meet up Decker" she shakes her head.."and for the record...earlier wasnt a set up, it was a coincidence..believe it or not..i didnt tell him to go there, if you recall, i was playing pool long before you wandered in there" she watches his face as she talks...
then goes quiet...

(decker)
Hard to tell if he believes her. His gaze is steady and grey, steady until it drops to the Penumbral floor.

"It don't matter. No harm done." Not much, at least. Yet. He chews his lower lip for a minute and then looks up, off to the side where the spirits of long-dead trees rustle in the Penumbral wind.

"I'm takin' off soon," he says, and he doesn't have to say anything more.

(gaby)
She nods.."yeah i know"
pause
she looks around..
why were they even here
Decker and Gaby never had time to even party together, much...it usually ended up in some kind of argument, and lately, the arguments had gotton worse.
why am i here
Was their a point to this?
a little sense of doubt in her mind about the path she chose?
Maybe its because the one who promised her the safety was already dead...and his own killed him.
nice loyalty
Maybe its because no one had been with her much sicne to teach her...
except Vos, and she didnt understand WHAT he was
(He made brains for dinner)
She twists the hair around her finder tightly, cutting off circulation making it turn colors only for a moment then releases it..
(nervous habit?)

"What you taking off for anyways again?" askin him...
"I dont think..." she sighs..looking around..
who am i? who the fuck am i?
Up until 2 day ago, she was so sure of herself, this WAS her destiny
now..
she doesnt know whats real and what is the lie
lies lies lies
she never doubted it...why was she here?
To prove to herself that she was sure of herself?
my life is a riddle, and i cant solve it
"I dont think im going with you"
(why should i? give me one good reason..and bark it at me and im outta here)
and her eyes move to his..
briefly something flashes through her mind... and she smirks

(vos)
*Rides with Asher. Content in the passenger seat. Looking around absently.

He hums a "Jimmy Eat World" song. He rather likes the name of the band. His eyes scanning around them as they go*

(gaby)
She thinks...listening to his words...
"Decker...have a good trip..i hope you find what you are looking for i truly do" she chuckles..
"you're good in my book, no matter who you follow, what you believe and what you think" she twists her hair
"Although that whore wasnt much to look at, should have probably gone once or twice in the hay with ya before all this...could have been fun"
She chuckles..and looks around..

"Nothing is holding me back, in fact...its all right..all of it.."
she smiles..its a real smile
"Its all so fucked up it makes sense now...all of it"
riddle me this batman

"Be safe...I dont know why you are going, i dont know why you chose to follow any of it, ill always hate them (Garou) "Always" she winces at the thought..
They (dancers) saved my life from them (Garou)
This was my destiny, its just right she laughs now...

"I gotta go Decker, they are on me like flies on shit, im not gonna stick here until shit happens, it just isnt right...and I have shit to learn, i have shit to deal with.."
enough said...nothing lost, nothing gained
"Kinda fucking funny ya know, all this time ive been here, you and me coulda been fuckin the town up..." she looks around

"Be safe Decker..and lets hope we dont cross paths again...cause I'm sure our opinions of each other will change in time, i cant promise that, but im sure they will"
She kisses her hand and blows it at him...

"Watch your back and try not to follow them too much, its like a cult, its bullshit, all of it..i hate them
and with that her choice is made,
it always was made..she knew it..but she had to be sure

And she looks up and around..
"Im outta here"

(v0s)
*As they get to the drive in vos srugs and steps from the car.

Looking around he can't "Feel" Anyone here.

He hops up and sits on the hood with one leg pulled up and the other on the bumper.

Letting Asher look around as he wants to.

Rooting around old drive though's isn't really his style.*

(ash)
the brakes murmur in the middle of the drive-through lot (he knew south. only. south.) and the Galliard stops, exits, and climbs up to sit on the hood (maybe it's a crashed train of thought or perhaps a wayward memory) of the (stolen) car, just like something was playing on the big screen

[and maybe there was.... just for him]

those mismatched eyes wander over the horizon
(where oh where has my fallen dog gone......)
tongue slipsliding across lower lip in his silence
(where oh where can she beeeeeee.....)

"You seem as if you feel out of place, Vos......"

there is chide - the fomor in the fine suit, well groomed and kept versus the Dancer in baggy jeans, tank boots and an open shirt (just where did you get those scars, little boy)

(vos)
*he chuckels*

I am sort of. DOn't like being dirty and I've found that the farther from the cities one gets the more balls the gaian's have.

* He waves his hand around them*

Too damn open up. Could be snipers...

* he points out difering places*

Hell I could have ordered toxic waste to be hidden out here. That really pisses them off ya know? They hate that shit... had some dumped on a caern from the air once. whoooooooo boy. THat sure put a fire under them.

* his chuckel deep*

On them too now that I think about it.

You ever seen a buncha gaians and their kin running around on fire?

* He makes a Yuck face*

(ash)
"Yes."

murmured (which side was he on when he watched them. all. burn) absently
lost in a memory, it seems

"They get confident out here. Too confident. They think it's safe to walk alone at night. And you know.... Vos...."

the words chuckled (chortled) the fat cat entirely too satisfied by the mouse's blunder when it's purr becomes a blues tune all its own

"...... it's never safe for a woman to walk alone at night. Hm? Common sense will tell you that....."

mismatched eyes drifting to a spot (that spot) that, now, is only a shadow (only a memory)

(gaby)
He catches her hand..fingers tighetening on her...
She looks at him
listening to his lecture
"Nope, i gave up on the freedom thing a long fucking time ago...none of my choices are gonna make me free...except for death" she smirks at him..
"Im picking the path i was destined for, the one that calls to me...the one that I wa supposed to follow...you think its the path of least resistance "
she laughs...
"Try dancing the spiral Decker...you will see its hardly skipping down the yellow brick road.."
she pulls her hand from him, but edges closer...eyes still locked on his..

aint no wyrm that didnt bite the hand that fed them

Asher killed Malcolm...packmates..he killed him..
she tries to dismiss the thought...Malcolm was stupid about some things, the way he handled things..but---

did he deserve to die? How quickly they turned on him...and now, here she was meeting with Decker..

was she next to die..would they say she had been weak?
Thoughts rushing her head..fuck fuck fuck
But this was her destiny wasnt it?
He can see the different emotions in her eyes as she plays over everything all of it...

what am i doing
"I cant go with you Decker...I dont want to be one of THEM she shakes her head...
but why didnt she stay ronin, what was so wrong with that
Cause Malcolm DID his job, he wooed her, he truly did..he was so good about it,

promised her the world, the stars, his sweetness, that almost was too sickly sweet, actually that was what pulled her to them and now Malcolm was dead..
and Malcolm was killed by the packmates he had trusted

shit...she never thought of that
She tenses...standing there
stunned..........

(vos)
Hell it's not safe for anyone to go wealking at night.

* he absently scraches behind his ear*

There any reported cases of West Nile Virus in this podunk state?

*He looks around. Not really ever one to be bitten by mosquitos. They just didn't like his taste. but he's no outdoors man. THat's for sure.*

(decker)
"FUCK DESTINY."

It's probably the only time she has ever heard him shout. It's probably the first time he's shouted in ...years, probably. He shifts before her, while she stands stunned - Glabro, Crinos, growing huge and grey and terrible, grey and crowned by white at the shoulders. The killing form.

And yet he doesn't strike.

Destiny gave me this. Wolfspeak, snarled and bitter. He jabs a vicious finger at the white ruff over his shoulders. Destiny gave me my father, and my father gave me this. His mark. His brand. His Rage and his temper and his violence.

Down again. Back to the Decker she knows. Thug in the wilderness, savage in the city. Belonging to neither and both, and with those eyes so full of thunder.

"Destiny gave me that and I feel it in my veins. If I just...let go, follow destiny, I'll be just like him. A great, big, fuckin', hero who beats on his wife and mate, and everyone else who crosses him. I don't fuckin' think so. Destiny can give me what it wants but I'll take what I want.

"And you. Jesus-fuckin-Christ. Destiny gave you that Malcom fuckhead, the Wyrm. But you go dancin' down that path and you'll see Destiny fucks you over just as happy if yer followin' it or if you ain't."

And something nagged at him. His eyes narrow; he asks the question. "Who the hell did Malcom in, anyway?"

Because he didn't.

(ash)
a brow lifts, chuckling a croon

"It's all up and down the East Coast, Vos, right? Though not of the weak or elderly, I don't think you have much to worry about..... do you?"

a part of him is tempted to see just what Vos is made of (inside and out) though remembering the talons - he's not a mind to have another appendage removed at the Drive-In (but what a grand chase he would have been)

instead, weight shifts to slide down the hood (tempted to bend you over it....) allowing Tank boots to kiss the crumbling asphalt, long strides loping away

there's a grave here to visit

(vos)
Me? I work for Megadon. I don't have anything to worry about. You shouldn't either with that..

* he waves his hand*

Werewolf thing.

*he's aware of the museings of the Spiral. THey do go on aboutkilling people don't they.*

You might want to check the "Sprit world" Or what ever... That's where the Christian guy came from tonight. If she's not here. Mayby she's there?

(ash)
again, that sound that dances over his tongue, mimicking the flinging wave

"Werewolf thing...... I like that."

dismissive, but not insulting, hands sliding into the pockets of denims that strange (unnatural, inhuman) gaze seeming to just..... wander (the barrier's quicksilver)

"Tell me more about Christian."

(vos)
*He srugs*

Don't know much.
Standard Stray profile.
THinks he's top shit.
Is a bit parinoid.
Thinks he can kill everything.
Overconfidant.
Goes on about this and that as if the people listening to him gave a damn?

*He looks around hearing a night hawk and frowns. Damn Drive in.*

(gaby)
She looks at him...watching him shift up ready to do the same if needed...
He yells she listens..
she was used to hearing them yell at her

Once he returns to 'Decker' again she takes a deep breath and looks at him...
"I choose my destiny also" she chuckles..."I always do what I want.."
words to live by...
she remembers the things Asher told her..
There were only 3 rules, 3 things she had to remember...
and none of the 3 had to do with tellin her who she could and couldnt fuck
Pretty simple actually
don't violate unspoken laws: carry yourself with pride, for you are the Army of the Apocalypse; let no insult go unpunished, but do not lose yourself in vengeance; and leave no loose ends.

She then thinks about Malcolm...and all of a sudden what didnt make sense..
does

"The beta of his pack" and she laughs..a deep laughter
it makes sense now..the lightbulb had been turned on over her head...
"Holy fucking shit.." she laughs harder now...
"Decker...you head for your destiny, I got mine.." she shakes her head..."Im leaving now...I got shit to do..." and she heads away from him...Ready to slip back into the reality she had chosen...

(vos)
*He looks around and sighs*

Can she fly?

* He looks up

to Asher: *Being a bit board he projects "laughter" into Ashers head. He Can NOT tell it's Vos. He just hears Laughter. mocking and snickering coming from the shadows up by the screen*

(ash)
a look casts its way back to Vos

"Sounds familiar......."

still mused (whispered) until a growl thickens through the sound (invisable hackles raising) as those eyes snap to the top of the abandoned screen (you can almost seen the long tail sweeping ground behind him)

(v0s)
*He nods and chuckels and then sits up as Asher growls*

What is it? You smell something?

*He looks around with wide eyes.*
to Asher: *A skitter up by the screen as if something saw him looking and ducked behind it. THen the sound of something ratteling as it rolls off the top and bounces off a few supports to land with a soft ping back brhind there*

(ash)
strange (days) gaze narrows, ticktocking his indecision
the screen
the fomor
the screen
then fomor

finally it locks on the pretty boy (such a pretty toy), smile widening (hungry)

.......................this better not be you, fomori............

that voice echoing it's whispers through Vos' mind - he's wary of their tricks (the wound still seeps - a touch healing it only so far), though soon looks back towards the screen, deep breath reading the wind as brail

(decker)
"Gaby."

She turns to go; he calls out to her. He has only a few words for her. He has a million more, and he says nothing of them.

In the end, what he does is this: a blade drawn from the pocket of his cargoes; silver shines in the light of Luna, so bright here. Asher's blade, the one that left his voice gravelly and rasping. Held up, twisted lightly to make the light catch. "Give yer Dancer friend my regards."

The knife is pocketed. It wasn't meant for her. He stands there a minute more (--he kissed her last night; he'd felt her want--) and then he shrugs in his old uncaring way. Turns, walks away.

"Later, Gaby."

(v0s)
What's me?

* his voice curious and a bit mellow. he's indulged in his singulair vice as of late. He's in a decent mood now.

Even after Gaby stormed out. Said later to that little shit sucker Christian. Didnt even bother to LOOK at him. He walks up to stand beside Asher and looks around.

His hand slipping to the small of his back and pulls a Herculian pistol modeled off the stolen Glock design.

He taps it gently aginst his dark pants as he scans the area with the spiral.

His deep baritone voice breaking the night in a soft purr*

Well you look thata way.

*He gestures with the gun*

Ah'll look this way.

* WIth that he turns and walks across the parkinglot. Careful to step over the parking place markers and not trip and bust his face open on the ground.

That would be rather unpleasent.

THe dark hair reflects the moonlight as he strolls.*

(gaby)
And the words slip off his tongue and hit her right in the chest...
She looks at the dagger, puts 2 nd 2 together..
floored
For what seems like minutes (hours... eternity even)
What was done was done.
Battle was battle..Both good and evil fighting in hwat they believe in, and whos to say who is right and who is wrong, Asher, going to get his packmate out of danger (what happened to Malcolm after having no cearing on the fact that the pack did get him back, as anyone would do...even Decker..
If it was herself taken by the Dancers...if she had been taken to their alpha, Decker would have been with the others and ould have elft a blade in their throats as well..
irony seeping all around them...an incestuous story twisting and turning all around her
Lifes a bitch...never fucking fair, she knew that
He looks at her, their eyes are locked monintarilly eyes are the portholes to the soul(Goodbye Decker)

...and as he walks away she closes her eyes and heads back to the reality shes used to...
"Later Decker"

***and she is gone into shimmering air

(v0s)
*He pauses.
Turns, feeling a presance appearing in his scope of perception and nots Missy is back.
Then he looks around to see if her hick friend will be joining them.
THe observent might notice he doesn't sheth the pistol. Then again he doesn't bring it up or anything either.
It's held at his side as he watches her a moment.

She was in a less than steller mood when she left.

Reaching out with his mind he skims her surface thoughts unfelt and gently to see what state of mood she's in now.

His eyes also flicker to the Spiral whom he was playing with before her timly re-arrivial*

(ash)
that purr seems to sooth ruffled hackles (maybe) though as Vos turns to walk away, the Galliard remains in the crouch (invisable tail twitching in antici......... pation)

he does not need to move to search
(though attention keeps straying back towards the screen)
he does not follow the temptation to create a little monster in his own questing tricks

though he is rather surprised when Gaby shows up sidestepping between them
oh yes.
(he didn't think he was that close)
though he peers around her (waiting for this.... Decker..... guy) almost sulking at the no-show

(gaby)
She laughs..."jesus fucking christ you guys are up my ass like a proctologist"
she laughs...and walks right through them and tuns to look at them...

"Just out for a walk boys?" she chuckles..
"Quit waitin round for him...hes gone"
left at that...

(ash)
"I'd hope I was far more enjoyable than that......"

shoulders roll in smooth shrug

"Call it memory lane, I only knew you were south and felt like a drive."

(vos)
*he gestures with the pistol, hos voice joking and set in the exact right tone to bring humor but not embarrasment to the spiral. He knows that could be bad*

Told you she was in the sprit world. Nooooo Noone listens to me.

* He waves the pistol and slips it back into his waste band and heads back over twords Missy*

He's being sweet.

*Vos grins*

He was worried about you all alone and I was there.

* his srug a rippling motion and the Tattoos flare up and across his skin for a moment as he nears*

(bah, pink paused, she needed sleep, they all go to respective homes)

(ash)
humor indeed, he already suspected the trick (the last fomori that played a trick on him wound up finding out how fine a powder he could make of her bones without breaking her skin) and a slight would not have gone well

he also didn't want to walk in and interrupt
interrupting can hurt

"Now that we're all here, how about a ride back...... meeting go well?"

there's a (savage) charm in that smile
Posted by asher at August 25, 2002 12:00 AM

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