June 13, 2004
.06.13.04. - hoorafarfignewtwon...huh? [plus will] *p

[riverfront - cont'd]

(roxy)
"What are goin' to do? 'Sides, bein' stuffed into a closet and told to stay put." Her eyes flick over to Kemp waiting for what he had to say.

(william)
*Though the night on obsidian wing flys the local Information Officer. Tonight he banks east, away from the lake and towards the territory held by the german contingent. Spiraling down he lands out side the werehouse. Knowing better than to just bardge into a garou den he pecks the door. TAP TAP TAP*

(imogen)
"I'll check records," she says, glancing up at James as he speaks, shrugging her shoulders lightly, "I've got a bloody plethora of databases I can try."

She doesn't move again, resting her water bottle on the ground and staying half crouched as she is, resting the notepad on her knee.

(kemp)
"Ok, ya want to hear it? What the fuck good is having phones to keep in touch with the kin going to do if they call and babble some vague mystery, come and fuckin find me if you can shit?" There it was.
"I might be finding some Fomori. I might be doing this, I might be doing that. But I ain't saying where the fuck I am or where the fuck I'm going." Fuming, absolutely fuming. "Well I might fucking cum too. And I might fucking leave it there for everyone to see."

(decker)
WTF, was someone knocking with an icepick? While the others talked, Decker breaks off from the group and heads to open the door. Over his shoulder, he answers Roxy, and she won't like the answer.

What is she gonna do? "Stay put. Las' time we had kin fightin' with us, Lexi fuckin' bit it."

(william)
*William, now in the form of a 2 foot tall raven looks up up up at Decker as the door opens. Holds out his foot with the red woven braclet on it. Kinda a badge of duty and what not. "Good guy" "Information officer" what ever*

(decker)
Decker stares at the outstretched claw. What was this, bird sign language? "Uh."

(william)
*He sighs a bit and looks around and murmers* "Can I come in please?"

(roxy)
Roxanne snorts, looking away as she sets the beer can down on the floor. She grabs the clean pair of jeans, standing up to head off to the bathroom.

(james)
"Got'ih"

sharp nod chalking up PR mission #223
and Imogen's .02
then his head whips around towards the young Rotagar
and there's a glare in deep umber which encompasses all currently resident kin
PR Mission #224:

"'Cause.... right here'n NOW" amazing how clearly he can speak when he needs to "there ain't gunna be none a tha' shit no more. We chat, 'n chat clear 'n keep t'geth'r like th' Modi said b'fore. No maybe. No vagues. Sharp'n clean. Got it?"

answer to Decker, answer to him - or answer to the afterlife itself
that's more of a got it or get out.


(decker)
Decker grunts and steps back for the raven to walk in. That's right, walk, not hop. Ravens could walk. He's seen 'em marching around.

Shutting the door with a crash that echoes off the ceilings and probably makes the bird side of Will want to take flight and shit at the same time, he starts back toward the living area.

Comp'ny. Got us a hrafn with news. Striders didn't run much way up north where the Get come from. Too cold for their short fur. There, the hrafns and the wolves had a closer understanding than most other places.

(william)
*He walked in. Limpig a bit because he holds something in the foot not with anything on it. Does infact jump at the slam and flutters though the air over to where people are. Lands and looks up at them. Waiting for permission to speak. Information officer he was, but you dind't just snark off to the Special Forces.*

(imogen)
Body posture says a thousand words in clear unspeakable, particularly among wolves. She separates herself, slightly from the group. It's partly through location, though that may not be design. Her jacket and note pad were here. It's also in posture, somehow in the way she listens to them talk, in the way she watches them.

She is behind James, so she does not get included in his glare, though her attention weighs his way when he states his command.

The pad taps lightly on a cotton clade knee as she looks at the bird, eyes flicking briefly toward the top of its head before it slides back down again.

(virago)
Whats it like for there always to be the possibility work may just call? Maybe she's grown so resigned to expect it - more so than a friend, more so than an acquaintance unassociated from the joys of her position. Its always gotta be bad news, right?

Imogen's cell phone starts to ring, and its an unfamiliar number that flashes across the screen.

(james)
(Hoorahfarfignewton....huh?)
once the Raven hopwalkstartlestruts in, James puts two and two together
wayward thought hoping this one doesn't want to make a nest out of his dreads like the last
but his attention is more on the answers which should be coming to his snap
best greeting he offers now is a pack-style nod up

(kemp)
He was still pissed even though James' words helped some and the comments from Decker. Turning his attention towards William just so he didn't flip out more.

(imogen)
The cell phone ringer is innocuous. She does not bother with flashy tunes or music, just the simple dull ringing sound that has sounded in homes across America for decades.

She snatches up the phone without thinking (pavlov would be fascinated) a hand cupping over it to muffle the sound, as she uncrouches with a movement only moderately hampered by a stiff muscle somewhere taking several quick strides away before answering the phone. "Slaughter."

(decker)
Decker tails the hoorahfarfignewton (hey. Decker don't know many official Fenrir words. he's gotta make use of the ones he's got, right? MODI. GODI. HRAFN.) in, cracking his neck as he goes. Taking up his old spot leaning against one of the standing pipes, he too settles his attention on the bird.

Since everyone except Imogen was looking at him, it must be his cue.

(virago)
"What a comforting greeting," there is a lazy drawl in the (most likely) unfamiliar and English sullied voice on the other end, the clipped associations often made to that accent hazed by sharp humour. "Does everyone get that pleasure?"

She pauses for a second, but not enough for the Fianna kin to respond, launching in with an introduction - she herself hates to guess - unless its a prelude to the possibility of sex. "Its Josephina de Valois-Montreuil. I've been trying to get hold of the Eagles but it seems your number was the only one available to me at such short notice. By any chance could you tell me where they are? Its urgent." Let humour fade to business cool.

(will)
*Will gives James a nod up. His head jerking and beek bouncing and looks around and to Decker. Waiting for him to give permission.
A nod up to decker too. Almost comic if it wern't serious. THe foot shoots out and flip flip flip. Slic.... A little bit of scalp and a chuck of flesh it was attached too hits in the floor.
It's not big. Quarter size at most but the garou can see it for what it is.* One of your kin has gone bugg nutty down town. THought you would like to know. By all accounts from the Gulls, Fenrir like to handel their own problems.... in house.

he was mouthing off something fierce to a garou Downtown last night. Talking about fucking her in the street and sticking his spunk in her nasty Urrah womb and fucking her in an alley way. Fool fucker up and attacked her. Decked her and layed her out. So I fucked him up.
*A ruffel of feathers*
Sorta... that's his head there, well part of it. THought you guys could do what cha do with it. Your blood your right and all.

Also I present as Corax to the Eagles, to transfer information you want wished, to the other packs about the upcoming events... should ya need.

(kemp)
"Um, ok, so why is the hoofadoofalwhatsitdoodle, doing here?" Pausing with a frown with what came out. "Huh?" That was a good response.

(decker)
Great: now Decker's fuming, eyes darkening like thunder on the horizon. He snatches up the bit of scalp. Sniffs it. Then tosses it down again.

"Thanks. Know any Diaz Altimay?" And then he has the gall to correct Kemp, "Hrafn. Means 'raven'."

(james)
a brow lifts towards frame of dreads at the Corax's account
highlight arch above a scowl deepening from an already dark expression
how..... lovely

one point of light:
it's hrafn not hoorafarfignewton and it means raven
filed away

(will)
*He tilts his head* I belive that was the moniker he threw at the garou before he punched her in the face with out warning.
*He looks up at decker. To Kemp, then to Decker*

(imogen)
What a comforting greeting.
Does everyone get this pleasure?
"Who's this?" ice could form glaciers on the consonants of her tone.

Josephina de Valois-Montreuil makes her introduction. Imogen does not bother the courtesy of returning the favour, nor even providing the silver fang with assurance that she would pass on the message.

Instead turning on her heel and walking over to where James is sitting, tapping his shoulder with the cell phone, "Would yeh be so kind as t'talk wi' Josephina de Valois-Montreuil?" Eyebrow lifts slightly, the expression not quite counteracting the tightness at the corner of her mouth. "I believe she called th'wrong cell phone."

(kemp)
"What garou?" They didn't have any female garou in this pack. Starting to get confused now. "What was the name?"

(will)
*He looks up* The KIN was German dude, not the garou. She was from BAMA!
Nelly. Dude was a total cumbubble. Said he'd fuck her right on the street.
*He ruffels his feathers and points to decker* Used old parlance to name your tribe as to why Silence... said it was his right as one of you and her dirty filty pussy would take his sperm.
*Ruffels again* Riled me up and I'm a coward.

(kemp)
"Wait, I am so confused. A german kin tried to fuck Nelly? Is that what you are saying?'

(james)
there's a tap on his shoulder, and expression changes when it's directed towards Imogen
mainly because she can out-glare and out-scowl him on a less-than-par day
brows furrow in altercation more towards confusion
.... who?

Josephina de Valois-Montreuil ring a bell? shot over the totem line as he shrugs and takes the cell from Dr. Slaughter, tipping it up a bit to show his packmates why he'd ask ..... course.... with what Will's blathering on, it may be safer to be on the phone.....

"Yeh?"

[cont'd]

Posted by james at June 13, 2004 12:00 AM