Kristina Jaccobs: ((Well ya im going to have to head soon so ill be writeing kristina out of the scene in the next couple of posts may be back on later tonight))

Meg Psiharis: She offers her gloved hand out, amiable enough. "Megaera Sophia Psiharis. A mouthful, I know. Black Fury, Ragabash, and little sister by birth - the smartass thing is purely choice," she jokes shamelessly, with a warm grin. ...Maybe she hasn't been through -all- of the Fury conditioning thing yet.

Hans Rienhold: "Jenni, good ta meet ya" He grins wider

Hans Rienhold: Shakes Meg's hand and nods "Good ta meet ya as well"

Kristina Jaccobs: *Kristina stands up and nods to the man* "I am Kristina Jaccobs, Mothers Fury, Philodox of the Black Furys and unfortunatly I dont really have the time for much more than an introduction I am going to have to be getting home pretty soon here to see if Eddie needs any help"

Jennifer Ward: "Thanks Kristina," another lopsided grin. Finally she sets the bag down on her feet to keep it from getting wet on the ground. Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out a piece of paper and pen and scribbles her name and phone number on it. Then does it again. "This way now you can get in touch with me...." offering both papers to Meg and Kristina.

Hans Rienhold: He nods to Kritina and looks to the others.

Meg Psiharis: "Awesome," she replies, more or less in thanks, neatly pocketing the number with a smile. Of course she'll never be able to memorize the number, heavens forfend.

Jennifer Ward: "Nice meeting another Galliard," she smiles to Hans.

Kristina Jaccobs: *Kristina takes the piece of paper and shoves it into her hoodie and smiles* "Well maybe me you and meg should all get together at some point and go have a girls night out" *She says with a smile as she offers meg another hug*

Jennifer Ward: "That might be fun," she smiles to them.

Hans Rienhold: "Wouldn't say that just yet." he grins "Not exactly popular back home. Fuckin light weight pansies"

Meg Psiharis: "Hell yes," she agrees easily, with a brief but tight hug for Kris. And then, a double blink and puzzled look to Jennifer and Hans. "Holy hole. How many of you people -are- there in this city? My brother's one too, if I remember right."

Kristina Jaccobs: *Kristina hugs meg if she will accept it and turns to leave the caren waveing behind her to jen and meg but seeming to forget the existance of the new masculine prescense near her* ((well ya I need to get so ill talk with ya later))

Jennifer Ward: "I'm new Hans. We all are you could say. I for one probably wouldn't know any different," she says. Then again, she probably just misunderstood what he was meaning anyway.

Jennifer Ward: ((*waves* See ya Kristina-p Bye!))

Meg Psiharis: She waves a goodbye to Kris, before voicing a soft "Uhm?" in question toward the Get. Sure. Coming from the 5'2" girl. If she's 120, it's soaking wet and holding a stack of books.

Jennifer Ward: Then she thinks she gets it. "You mean we can't fight?" she asks him.

Hans Rienhold: "Well ya see it's like this: I had this old boy all riled up and ready ta go, he needed ta be challenged and he needed to be smacked around. So I call it out for him to accept, and he he doesn't back down. Well this crazy fuckin silver fang, who I should have tossed a long time ago steps in and tells me ta back down and this is not the time we need people to fight yada yada yada. So I tell that boy ta go fuckemself, the right to challenge can't be tossed away because we got fighten ta do down the road. Hell, people been doin it forever now. And so I tell him to remove his head from his rear end, and then his pack steps in and I tell them to remove their heads from his rear end, and the sum total is: They're a bunch panty waist peacemongers with no acceptance of tradition or the way things are." Why he felt he had to tell the story no one knows... probably not even him. But does what Galliards do, tells stories.

Hans Rienhold: "We can fight all ya want Jenni," Of course a Get will fight whatever he gets a chance to

Hans Rienhold: Meg-> "I'm sorry?"

Jennifer Ward: She grins hearing the story told, perhaps it was how he told it maybe. "Well, things here have been a little ....I'm not sure how to describe it and I'm a Galliard. But you might get along here just fine. With most. I think." A shake of her head. "Oh, me, I'm a Coggie at heart. I don't like to fight, but I'm not a coward and will do it when I'm called to help Gaia."

Hans Rienhold: "Cowards are worse than the wyrm" he winks, letting a little insight. "Which reminds me, I got a fight comin with a guy named Lucien. You seen him round?"

Jennifer Ward: She shakes her head. "I don't know who that might be. Sorry."

Hans Rienhold: "sum bitch." He frowns. "Is there more en one sept round here or somethin? Or you just too new to know all the faces?"

Meg Psiharis: "Nothin'." she dismisses easily enough, brows furrowing a bit at his story and all. And arching, now, tilting her head at him, a bit puzzled. "What're you fighting over this time?"

Meg Psiharis: "It's a big city, bub. There's a lot of faces to know, and not all of 'em get introduced. He might also be part of the septs upstate - they might love you at.." she curses softly, looking to Jennifer. "Shit. What was it? Guardian?"

Jennifer Ward: "Oh this is a big Sept. Me and Meg here, we just recently went through our Rite of Passage. I haven't been around this place all that long myself and I can't speak for Meg as to who she might know. I just am not too social."

Hans Rienhold: "Fighten over this time?" He laughs. "Well, at first just to fight. Got issues need dominance asserted over." He begins speaking faster now in his twang "kindalikbeenprisonandbeatenupsumolbotabeyerbitch. thensidecidedhetalkedtocrosstosumgalisassuminisakinwhoscorrectinisadvertisement"

Meg Psiharis: She bobs a shrug, looking from one Galliard to the other. "I could ask Alex. He's been hanging around her a little longer than the two - well, four really - of us have. I think."

Hans Rienhold: "ritopassage uh? good story?"

Hans Rienhold: He loves playing with the city folk

Meg Psiharis: "Wooooah, cowboy," she holds up both hands, slipping into an immediate Texan drawl. Seriously, she's pretty spot-on and changing very abruptly to speak this way. "Holdjer horses. Slow on down, 'n tell it agin."

Hans Rienhold: "You from the south Meg?"

Jennifer Ward: "Sorry I sorta lost you there after the bitch and then some kinda correcting his advertisment," she does her best not to laugh, and does pretty well, with the smile she gives. "I still need to get that story down on paper."

Meg Psiharis: "Hell, no," she grins, reverting to her original tone - plain, bland voice. Flat American. "I just have a flair for it's, all. Pretty damn useless talent, but it's mine."

Hans Rienhold: "On paper? Hell, just tell it as it comes"

Jennifer Ward -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((oooooh, I was hoping my Coggie could meet yours.))

Hans Rienhold: "Hell, yada talk like it more often." he grins again

Jennifer Ward: "I'm a writer. Gives me better time to be an anal retentive thinker."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Into the Sept he walks, his staff tapping on the ground as he so walks. The holiday season seems to have refreshed him a little, and he actually looks less tired then usual as he makes his way inward. His eyes, ever alert, take in the area as he walks, falling over Jennifer, Hans, and Meg, with some recognition toward the last

Aerin is a very average-looking person. He stands 5'11", and is a little bit thin at 145 pounds. At 28 years of age, he still has a baby-face, despite the goatee he's wearing, he is commonly mistaken for 18-20 years old. His hair, a medium-brown, goes down to about his mid-back, and is pulled back into a ponytail. As stated before, he has a very youthful face, with bright blue eyes that flash with intelligence and full cheeks. His right canine is missing, but that's neither here nor there. Something about his features suggests maybe a Welsh origin. He's dressed in a red lace-up shirt and black slacks, with steel-toed Doc Martins and a black leather trench coat over the whole thing. In his hand, a full-length quarter staff, the top half of it covered with carved symbols, from single letters to more complex designs. (PB 3)

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Jennifer Ward: ((Yay! *G*))

Hans Rienhold: "You say so" He nods with a grin and then looks to the new arrival, nodding politely

Meg Psiharis: "Heh," she replies to the both of them with a grin. There goes a sense of humor, or something like it. She perks a little looking to the new arrival, straightening to study him for a moment before waving. No immediate recognition - she greets him much the same as she'd greeted Hans. Wave, grin. She remains now out of arm's reach of Hans, but that's unconscious habit by now.

Jennifer Ward: She's standing there, still with a brown sac resting on the top of her boots. She waves to the guy coming in even though she doesn't know him yet.

Jennifer Ward: ((don't have much of a description written for this one, so here's the pic for now: http://wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=50))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Afternoon, all." His eyes pass over Hans and Jennifer, automatically appraising them a little before offering nods of greeting. He stops about five feet from the group, leaning slightly on his staff. "Afternoon, Meg. How is everyone today?"

Meg Psiharis: d10: Wits: 8,5,6,

Hans Rienhold: Watches the man quietly. Hans has a jovial presence about him. When he walks, despite being a huge man, he always looks happy. Despite the war, the impending doom, and Odin's Eye raised over the sky, he has found some sort of inspiration which seems to override what should be a depressing situation. His clothes are those of a poor farm boy, rugged blue jeans, with a Texas sized belt buckle with a confederate flag across it, a Skoal can ring in the back left pocket of the jeans, a trucker's chain extending from his belt to his wallet, a sleeveless green flannel shirt, unbuttoned to about midchest revealing a patch of blond chest hair, and a worn straw cowboy hat. He doesn't look bad for being a hillbilly. At the age of 19, he still holds the young look of a fresh claith. How did this country bumpkin end up in the big city? He's still trying to figure that out for himself

Jennifer Ward: "I'll be right back. Let me go take this over to the proper place," grabbing the sack of canned goods and blanket that is on top of it. ((I need to go brb))

Meg Psiharis: "Hey," she greets warmly. A little bounce up on her nail polish adorned Chucks finally lets out juuust a little of her usual energy. "We're good, I think? This is Jennifer, and this is the fresh blood - don't scare him off, or I'll throw a tree spiky at you. It may be heart warming, but they -hurt-, so be -nice-." ...Honor will be a slow thing in coming to this grinning Ragabash.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He grins a little to Meg. "Well, then, if you don't want the new blood scared, off, I guess I should just stay quiet, eh?" A wink to her, and he looks to Hans. "Hello. Aerin Dream Thomas, Fostern Philodox Child of Gaia, from the Sept of Gaia's Hand." A hand comes out toward him.

Hans Rienhold: Another child of gaia.. shit "Hans Rienhold, Claith Galliard of the Get. So there is another sept round here"

Jennifer Ward: It doesn't take her that long to distribute the items. She remembered the right place to go from when Ewan showed her. She manages to get back hearing the introduction luckily.

Meg Psiharis: She bounces up again when Jen returns, beaming. "Welcome back!"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yes. Well, about five hours north of here, in the Finger Lakes region. Myself and another are Gaia's Hand's representatives here." When the hand isn't taken, his brow raises slightly, and he withdraws it with a shrug.

Jennifer Ward: "Did I hear right," she smiles to Meg first, then over to Aerin. "Another Gaian?"

Hans Rienhold: "Riiight." He thinks on it a moment then looks to the side as Jenni approaches again, contemplating his perdicament.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He watches Hans for a long moment, his face and expression even, before he looks over at Jennifer with a nod and a faint smile. "Another Gaian, indeed. We're like bad pennies that way, always turning up here and there."

Caroline Culligan: *Caroline has grown into features which were once awkward and unfinished. Her skin parchment pale and her hair still that bright uncompromising red, not auburn, not burgundy, just red. Hair styled pixie short and wispy, framing her moss green eyes and wide mouth. She’s tall, 5’ll in her stocking feet, but she’s lean rather than lanky, though perhaps a shade too thin for her height.*

Jennifer Ward: Politely, she offers her hand to Aerin, her enthusiasm very evident as she gives her own introduction. "I'm Jennifer Ward, Voice of Reason, Galliard Child of Gaia..." then remembering, "Cliath. Still keep forgetting that."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He grins a little, warmly, and reaches out to shake her hand with a firm but friendly enough grip. "Don't worry about it. I kept forgetting part of the intro for the longest time when I first entered the Nation. You know, the whole part that had everything but my birth name. Pleased to meet you, Jennifer."

Meg Psiharis: Her attention wavers for a moment, looking aside to the tall woman. She waves and smiles yet again - her standard greeting, now energetic. ...And then, a pause. Gloved hands claps one over the other, over her mouth and she looks back to Jennifer and the others. Her voice is muffled, but audible. "Aw, crap. I gotta run. See y'all later, 'kay?"

Hans Rienhold: He finally moves and sits down, watching the interaction

Jennifer Ward: "Nice to meet you Aerin-Rhya," a shy blush. "Yes, I just finished my Rite of Passage not that long ago. Right beside Meg here," she says proudly.

Caroline Culligan: *A polite but friendly smile to the others gathered. She looks around a moment, perhaps looking for someone, that seems to not be present.*

Jennifer Ward: "Okay Meg. Let's get together soon. And don't forget to call Ewan too if you can."

Hans Rienhold: Nods to Meg as she leaves

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Well, good for you. Congratulations. I'd love to hear about it sometime." He nods to Jennifer and then to Meg, smiling. "Alright, Meg. Good seeing you again...take care."

Meg Psiharis: "She was awesome," she insists quickly, hands falling away. She points to Aerin, eyes narrowing with mock warning, similar to her shaky warning tone. All in jest, really. "Tree spikiiiiiiies. Don't forget it!" ...Yeah. So much for Honor. She grins warmly, waves both hands to those present, and takes off at a run out of the sept area.

Ziahl: The young woman wanders, almost aimlessly, into the sept. The dying embers of the day paint her dark skin with red highlights that flicker across her like a dream of fire as she moves through the rays of sunlight that dapple the rising shadows of eve.

Jennifer Ward -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((I've got a Coggie kin I'd like for her to meet a Coggie as well, so if you don't mind my switching out characters shortly, I'd like to toss that one in for a few. Unless you need to go soon. Then I'll wait for a better time.))

Jennifer Ward: (Color! My eyes!!!!!)

Hans Rienhold: Watches her run out, then looks to the others confused.. he needs a drink

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His eyes flick over, glancing to Caroline first, then Ziahl...looking them over with that same, appraising look that Jennifer and Hans got. He nods to them, and looks back to Jennifer.

Ziahl: The light caught her features just so, and for a moment, there was no denying you were in the presence of something inexplicable: the archetype Nubian queen in NY. It was ludicrous of course. Material for a B comedy with Eddy Murphy as the sidekick. Still the mahogany skin looked like mocha cream silk, begging to be touched, and those amber eyes, golden when the light touched them at just the right angle. Maybe you just imagined it. Her nose is straight and wide, a strong feature that somehow manages to fit nicely above full, thick lips which could only have been crafted by cupid. Her cheek bones are sculpted high above a strong jaw. Nobility has replaced delicacy in her features, and something about her simply breathes of strength and passion.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Jennifer Ward: ((Totally works for me. *S*))

Ziahl: ((I like that color! *pouts*))

Jennifer Ward: ((That color is making my headache worse, pleeeeease fix it Ziahl))

Jennifer Ward: ((Thank you! :) ))

Jennifer Ward: She glances to her watch, and sighs. "I gotta go make pizzas. Aerin...." she pulls out a piece of paper from her pocket again along with a pen and writes her name and number on it. "Here's my number. Maybe we can talk again soon I hope?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Absolutely." He pulls a scrap of paper from his own pocket, using her pen to scrawl his name and number out to complete the exchange. "Give me a call, any time, okay?"

Hans Rienhold: Relaxes a moment, listening.

Ziahl: She gives Aerin a sort of dreamy look when he gives her the once over, and smile sweetly at any who make eye contact.

Jennifer Ward: "Cool. Thanks Aerin!" she grins, excited, forgetting her manners with the proper title thing, and taking his number. "I'm so glad I got to meet you. Ummmm....Hans...." she scribbles her number and name down for him too. "Same here with another galliard. Take care and welcome to the Sept of the Green."

Caroline Culligan: *A slight nod and a smile at Aerin. A look at Ziahl, a beautiful, regal woman indeed. Unfortunately she makes Carrie look rather peasantish in comparison. Skin too pale, hair to garishly red. Still, it's a nice, friendly smile that she offers the others.* Hi. I'm Caroline. Kin to the Fianna. *as if that were necessarily, she has it written all over her features.*

Hans Rienhold: He takes the paper and nods "Good ta meet ya"

Ziahl: She settles down on a log and looks over the little group. The woman is simply dressed in levis and a teeshirt, a baggy leather jacket over it all, sneakers cover her feet.

Jennifer Ward: She grins to Caroline as she starts to head out. "Hiya Caroline. I'm Jennifer Ward. Coggie Galliard. Maybe we'll meeet another time. My parent's will ground me if I'm late for work again. Bye!" And off she runs out, waving quickly to Ziahl too. "Bye!"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He doesn't seem to mind the lack of title, and nods to her. "Take care, Jennifer. I'll talk to you later."

Ziahl: "I'm Ziahl." And having observed the custom, she offers Caroline her hand.

Ziahl: "Bye Jennifer Ward," she says as the woman runs off.

Hans Rienhold: "well" He stands picking up his case "I should be on my way as well" He nods and then leaves

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over at Caroline and nods amicably. "Nice to meet you, Caroline, and Ziahl. Aerin Dream Thomas, Fostern Philodox of the Children of Gaia." You know, if you say it enough, it just comes out naturally eventually, almost without thinking about it.

Jesse Jones: ((I wanted to get my Coggie kin in, so just switching out characters. Intro in a moment.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "All right, Hans. I'll see you later. Take care, and welcome to the Sept." A nod to the man.

Jesse Jones: ((Bye Hans-p Take care! :) ))

Ziahl: ((Coggies are trying catch up with the Lords in numbers. *c*)) Her eyes drift to Aerin. "Dream?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Hey, SOMEONE has to! Can't let the sneaky bastards take ove...oh, wait. Too late... *G*)) A nod to Ziahl, nodding a little. "Dream. My deed name."

Ziahl: "An auspicious name."

Caroline Culligan: *She waves goodbye to Jennifer and offers Ziahl her hand.* That's a lovely name. Very unusual.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Yes, he nods a lot, I know. *Thuds*)) A hint of a smirk finds it's way to his face. "That's what people tell me, Ziahl."

Ziahl: "As is Caroline," she says, her voice carrying an exotic accent. Certainly she's no native to New York.

Caroline Culligan: And nice to meet you too, Aerin. *She says with a smile.*

Jesse Jones: It was a nice day to explore again in the Sept. So Jesse dressed for the slightly warmer weather right now, in well worn jeans, one knee partially shredded away, a white turtleneck sweater, and a jean jacket over it, plus one pair of very well worn hiking boots; the better for climbing. She'd stopped while walking to try and pull her hair into a ponytail using the scrunchy around her wrist. As she stood there, she looked around and to her amazement, there were people here, blue eyes twinkling happily. (Feral appearance/pb 1, http://wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&meta=lastup&cat=0&pos=0)

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Nice to meet you too, Caroline." He smiles to her, extending his hand to shake Carloine and Ziahl's hands after they're done shaking each other's.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Jesse Jones: ((That image link is just pointing to whatever the newest image in the gallery is, FYI.))

Jesse Jones: As she glances around, she spots Aerin for what he is, and nods respectfully to him. The others receive a friendly nod and smile. ((Oops...thanks for correcting me on that. Let me fix.))

Jesse Jones: ((http://wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=52))

Ziahl: She shakes Aerin's hand, her grip warm and soft.

Caroline Culligan: *Shakeshakeshake all the way around.* Are you two new here? I just got here a week or so ago myself.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "No, no...long-time resident. Over two years now." He glances over and notes Jesse, nodding to her with a bit of a smile after a once-over.

Jesse Jones: "Rhya," she quietly to him, waiting for the proper time to introduce herself as she walks toward him.

Ziahl: "I have been here, but a few days."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Jesse gets another smile and nod...more personal and warmer this time, perhaps due to the simple change in proximity. "Good afternoon."

Jesse Jones: She smiles to him, respectful of him as well. "Good afternoon. I'm Jesse Jones. Kin of Unicorn's Child."

Caroline Culligan: Is it a big Sept? I've only seen a few people here, but I've heard it was well populated.

Ziahl: "Hello, Jesse. I am Ziahl and this is Caroline."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His head tilts to the side a little, the smile widening. "A pleasure to meet you, Jesse. Aerin Dream Thomas. Fostern Philodox of Unicorn's Brood." His hand comes out to her, his stance and demeanor quite friendly. Definitely no attempt to assert dominance or anything of that sort...in fact, there's a very casual nature, despite the official greeting.

Caroline Culligan: Hi Jesse, nice to meet you. *She says with a friendly smile.*

Kristjan Ivanov: He walks into the caern quietly, and pauses a second still barely visible at the edge of the treeline. It's not that he's actively hiding, he's just not used to stepping out into the open without consideration. He studies the people in the clearing, a little surprised to recognise any of them. He's just about average height with a slim build. Between his his spiky black hair and pale skin he looks a bit ghostly, and the features just a little on the delicate side don't help him look any more intimidating. He seems young, maybe eighteen or nineteen, dressed in black nylon pants, a bright orange shirt, and heavy boots. The black peacoat doesn't seem to match the style quite, but it's warm. Only the stormy blue eyes really give him away, despite the tiny smug smile and the outfit, dark and heavy with more than he ever wanted to have seen, and far to cautious to match the sharp bouncing walk that finally brings him out into the clearing proper toward Aerin.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "It is a large Sept, Caroline, yes. Members of the Sept are all about the city. Not to mention the Guardians." He looks around, pointing out whatever Guardians are surely about, here inside the Sept.

Jesse Jones: His casual nature is a relief to her as is hearing he is of her own Tribe. "It is a pleasure to meet you Aerin." A look back to Ziahl and Caroline after his introduction. "Hi."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks up as Kristjan approaches, offering the man a genuine, very real smile and nod. He even waves to him.

Jesse Jones: When she notices where Aerin is waving, Jesse takes a moment to study him, then gives him the respectful stance that he too deserves, like she did with Aerin.

Ziahl: Looks over at the new arrival, offering a friendly smile.

Kristjan Ivanov: There is a slight hesitation when he hits the edge of normal speaking distance with Aerin and the group of people surrounding him, but then he steps into their space, a little less of sharp bouncing as he slows down. "Hey, Aerin." He smiles and nods to Aerin, then to the others in general. "People."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Kristjan." He inclines his head to the man, leaning slightly on his staff. "How are you?"

Ziahl: "Ziahl."

Jesse Jones: She can't help but raise her eyebrows at the greeting given the rest of them, if it was meant as one, though it's the only thing she does for the moment.

Ziahl: Although technically she's also a people.

Caroline Culligan: It was nice to meet you all, but I have to get back home. *Smiles and heads on out.* (gotta run, later all.)

Jesse Jones: "Bye Caroline. Nice to meet you," and gives the woman a friendly wave goodbye.

Kristjan Ivanov: "I'm good, you?" He looks from Aerin to Ziahl and offers her a hand. "Kristjan."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods to Caroline. "Goodbye, Caroline. Nice to meet you." He moves his gaze back to Jesse. "Jesse, this is Kristjan...Kristjan, Jesse." No need to introduce Ziahl, she did it fine herself.

Ziahl: "Bye Caroline." She takes the offered hand and gives it a warm shake.

Jesse Jones: She waits until Kristjan is finished with his introductions and hand shake with Ziahl before offering her own to him.

Kristjan Ivanov: He shakes Jesse's hand and waves to Caroline.

Jesse Jones: She shakes his hand firmly.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He watches the newest round of handshakes go through, and nods to Kristjan. "I'm doing...fairly well, actually. For now, it's crisis averted, democracy restored mode...we'll see how long it lasts." He grins a bit, and looks to Jennifer. "New to the area, I take it?" Said only because he hasn't seen her before.

Ziahl: Chuckles a little at Aerin's definition of doing well.

Jesse Jones: Jesse nods. "Yes. I got back into the States not too long ago. Been here about three weeks. Been looking for others but my timing has lacked."

Kristjan Ivanov: He huffs at that, eyes rolling. "Amateur. The crisis is never averted, you just get fooled sometimes." He jostles playfully against Aerin to take some of the edge off that, because his tone really doesn't soften, just takes on a bitter edge.

Ziahl: Her eyes drift over to Kristjan and she studies him a good long moment.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Try about five hours north of here...you'll find a fair amount of us." He smiles to Jesse, and then chuckles at Kristjan's comment, even as deep understanding and agreement hits his expressive green eyes. "Hey...give me my delusions, Kristjan. I have so many of them, it's nice when one of them is actually pleasant and not horrific and doom-saying. Where were you?" That last sentance directed to Jesse, as he alternates seamlessly between Jesse & Kristjan in conversation.

Kristjan Ivanov: He watches Ziahl watch him steadily, right into her eyes. It's more of the human taking her measure than a wolf's challenge, no real aggression at all.

Ziahl: Some might consider the stare a challenge, but nothing in her demeanor suggests it.

Jesse Jones: "India again," she smiles.

Ziahl: She gives a slow blink as if just remembering she should do so, then her eyes flicker back to Aerin when he speaks.

Jesse Jones: "Before that, South Africa. It's been a bit of time since I've been back in the States."

Ziahl: "How are things in Africa?" she inquires with polite interest.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods to Jesse. "Peace Corps?"

Kristjan Ivanov: Once Ziahl blinks he smiles faintly, and goes back to watching the conversation.

Jesse Jones: "I'd like to hope a little better from my having been there."

Jesse Jones: When Aerin asks her that, that makes her smile go about as wide as possible. "Why yes. Were you in it too?"

Kristjan Ivanov: He chuckles at Jesse's answer and his eyes flick over to Aerin. "Ohhhhhhhh, let me guess. She's with you."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "No, much as I wish I was. I just keep an eye on it...Peace Corp's goals and my purpose are pretty close. South Africa and India are both places they're pretty heavily into, for obvious reasons." He looks to Kristjan and smiles a little in answer.

Ziahl: She smiles at Jesse's answer.

Jesse Jones: "I was in the Environmental and Water Resources Engineering segment. My mom is sick so I came back to help her now or I'd still probably be in India."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Mention of her mother being sick gets a sympathetic and concerned look from him, even as he's just met her. "Nothing too serious, I hope?"

Ziahl: She settles herself comfortably and listens, there is much for her to learn about the world.

Jesse Jones: "She's got lung cancer. She's decided to stop the chemo treatments. I'm trying to make her as comfortable as possible. Well, she's my adopted mom I should clarify. Long story....Anyway, I'm glad they let me come back to help her."

Kristjan Ivanov: He crosses his arms across his chest, pulling his coat a little more tightly around himself, just listening now.

Ziahl: "Cancer?" Her eyes drift to the skies. It's a constellation.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His lips purse a little, and he nods. "I'm sorry to hear that, Jesse. If I can help in any way..." He trails off and shrugs, the offer there for her.

Jesse Jones: "No....cancer the disease. A malignant tumor of potentially unlimited growth that can slowly or quickly kill you." She turns back to Aerin. "Thank you, I appreciate your offer."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Gladly offered." He offers Jesse a smile, eyes flicking over to Kristjan a moment, then back to Jesse.

Ziahl: She looks somewhere between confused and apalled. Surely, not even the silliest of apes would insult the stars by naming a disease for them? It goes beyond sacrilege.

Jesse Jones: "You have a way I can reach you?" She pulls out a cell phone from her coat, ready to input his number if he has one.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Sure do." He gives Jesse his number, hand slipping into his trench coat to withdraw his own phone and bringing up the COntact List to input hers.

Jesse Jones: She inputs his into her phone, then gives him hers. "Thank you, Aerin."

Ziahl: The very thought brings her rage to an unexpected simmer in spite of the lack of anyone proper to vent it upon.

Ziahl: She rises smoothly and suddenly. "Your pardon."

Jesse Jones: She looks a little confused. "Did I say something wrong?"

Ziahl: It wasn't the girl's fault. You don't shoot the messenger, but the insult of it goes to Ziahl's bones. She walks away without another word, spine stiff.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over to Ziahl after the phone is slipped away, watching her for a moment with a calm expression.

Jesse Jones: Then a shrug when nothing is said.

Kristjan Ivanov: "Mmmmmm...and I figured I'd be the first one to do that," he says softly, watching Ziahl go.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks after Ziahl, then shakes his head, looking back to Kristjan and Jesse with a smile. "So do you live in the city, Jesse?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "I know I woulda lost money in that particular betting pool," he says to Kristjan, voice gently teasing.

Jesse Jones: "It was odd though, that she would think I meant a constellation sign," considering perhaps a source for the sudden reaction.

Jesse Jones: "Yes. I'm over in Greenwich Village."

Ziahl: She heads towards the woods to find a secluded place where no monkeys might find her eyes.

Jesse Jones: "I'm staying with her for the time being."

Jez: He walks quietly into the clearing, a faint smile seeing there are other people here. As unobtrusive as possible, he finds a place to sit down and quietly listen.

Jez: He is wearing a buttery-soft, black cashmere sweater, tucked neaty into brilliant blue silk trousers, crisply pleated, and a pair of black Italian leather dress shoes. The full-length black leather trench over all, of course.

Ziahl: ((and dropping nick, because she probably won't be back for a while))

Jez: ((DD available if needed.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He glances over as Jez comes in, offering the man a nod, then looking back to Jesse with a nod. "Makes sense. I live outside the city, though I do mantain a place in the Lower East Side that I'm at regularly enough."

Jesse Jones: It was a nice day to explore again in the Sept. So Jesse dressed for the slightly warmer weather right now, in well worn jeans, one knee partially shredded away, a white turtleneck sweater, and a jean jacket over it, plus one pair of very well worn hiking boots; the better for climbing. Her long dark brunette hair is pulled into a ponytail .(Feral appearance/pb 1, http://wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=52)

Jesse Jones: "I'm not sure what I'll do after she's....gone. I prefer to think that won't happen for a while," she gives her best hopeful smile, but her blue eyes look sad and resigned to the fact she knows it won't be that much longer.

Jez: He looks to Aerin, his gaze lowering momentarily in respectful submission to one of higher station, but his eyes do not remain lowered for long. He gives the man a light smile, his gaze non-challenging.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods a little bit, reaching out to touch her shoulder lightly. Not a lingering touch...just a momentary brush of fingers, comfort and support in the way of inobtrusive physical contact. "Goddess willing."

Jesse Jones: She nods, very accepting of the gesture. "Thank you, yes."

Kristjan Ivanov: He watches Aerin and Jesse, eyes going blank.

Jesse Jones: Noting the silence now, she looks around some. "Didn't mean to drag down the mood. So how about those Red Sox?" she smiles.

Jez: He smiles at Jesse, though he doesn't know what the previous conversation was, so doesn't comment.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods to her a little bit, smiling, and then looks over to Kristjan. A little smile to him, hand coming to rest on the man's shoulder. There's a new deed name...Aerin Shoulder-Toucher. He looks at Jesse and chuckles. "Mentioning the Red Sox in New York City? You're a brave one."

Jez: "Aren't they Boston?" he wonders aloud. Really unsure.

Jesse Jones: "I must admit, the only sport I know about is Cricket. One of the guys in India wore a Red Sox cap. It was the first thing that came to mind."

Kristjan Ivanov: He looks at Aerin's hand, then smiles faintly to him. But he totally gets to field the Red Sox comments.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods to Jez, confirming his question, and looks back to Jesse. "The Red Sox are a Boston baseball team, and the rival of our home team here, the Yankees. Just be careful bringing up the Sox if you find yourself in a sports bar, and you'll be fine." He grins a bit.

Jesse Jones: She laughs, a bit of a blush to her cheeks as well. "Oh yes. I think I can remember it's the Yankees here. Thank you for keeping me from making quite the faux paux."

Jez: He grins. "Wow. I know a sports answer. That's a first."

Jez: He looks to Jesse curiously. ((Does she have an accent?))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Happy to help." He nods a little bit, and then looks over to Jez. "Hey, by the way. How are you doing, Jez?"

Jesse Jones: She moves over to Jez, offering her hand. "I'm Jesse Jones, Baseball illiterate and kin to the Unicorn Brood."

Jesse Jones: ((She seems to lack an accent, except that when she said faux paux, the french flowed easily off her tongue.))

Jez: He smiles warmly, giving Jesse's hand a light shake. "Jez Talino, sports illiterate and kin to Thunder's Children." Aerin: "Very well, thank you. How are Ita and the babies?"

Jesse Jones: She shakes his pretty firmly, then lets go when she realizes just how firm. "Nice to meet you Jez. Italian?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "They're doing well." He smiles quite geniunely and warmly. "Very well...thank you for asking."

Surly: *stalks into the sept, her expression as pleasant as ever--like a dog who just had it's first fecal taken with a unlubed loop too big to fit easily. back in her psuedo-Edwardian attire, black walking dress and coat with sky-blue trim. a coin0shaped pandant gracing the buttoned-to-her-chin from of the dress with a strung on a chained with blue and black beads. the hat perched on her free-flowing deep aqua and neon-blue-streaked hair just so.*

Kristjan Ivanov: He steps a little closer to Aerin, watching everyone talk.

Jez: As subtly as he can, he flexes his hand, making sure it's still there. Jesse: A grin. "Half Italian, half Hungarian. Though I was born here." With an emphasizing nod, he seems to be indicating New York. Aerin: "I'm pleased to hear it; I know it was a little stressful for Ita towards the end of her pregnancy. Speaking of marriages and all that," he chuckles, "I'm throwing Liam a bachelor party on the 13th of January. It's going to be at a club called Kurfew, pretty wild place though nothing *too* obscene. Consider yourself invited."

Sadie Blackfoot: Walks in with Surly. (*G* unless player objects)

Jez: He looks over at Surly when she arrives, perhaps a little warily and with good reason.

Jez: Then nods to Sadie with a smile as she follows.

Jesse Jones: She glances to the other two that come in, studying them both for a moment and gives a friendly smile.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He grins at the invitation. "I'll be there...thanks." Eyes float over to the two entering women, and he smiles, nodding in their direction.

Surly: (no objections.) *wrinkles her nose, spotting Aerin, and stalks over in his direction, eyes assessing the rest of the group. a little smirk to Jez and a faint snicker, before she goes right back to her Oscarette the Grouch impersonation.*

Sadie Blackfoot: Ebony hair so dark the highlights are violet frames a sharp face with high cheek bones. Her skin is fair, and eyes are a brilliant sapphire blue, underlain with the darkest of mysteries (animal magnetism). She moves like something feral, whether hunter or hunted it’s hard to say. Her blood calls to those who can recognize it (PB5).

Jez: Delicately arches an eyebrow, but doesn't dare *not* smile back to Surly, at least a little. Best not to give her anything to pick a fight about.

Surly: *and Aerin gets her usual sort of "wave". the erected middle finger. eyes the smiling Jesse with a jet brow arching and a slow blink. the heavy, pointy silver rings on her fingers have been polished recently--they gleam*

Sadie Blackfoot: She prowls along in contrast to Surly's stalk, perhaps a bit more stiffly than usual, like her muscles might be a little sore.

Surly: *snorts to Jez* you're in luck. *smirks* i had a couple of good workouts today and a spar. so i might not see if i can loosen your teeth tonight. at least, not yet.

Jesse Jones: Jesse is dressed for the slightly warmer weather right now, in well worn jeans, one knee partially shredded away, a white turtleneck sweater, and a jean jacket over it, plus one pair of very well worn hiking boots; the better for climbing. Her long brunette hair is pulled into a ponytail. And she has deep blue eyes.(Feral appearance/pb 1, http://wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=52)

Sadie Blackfoot: A smile and a nod to both Jez and Aerin.

Jez: Surly: "That's always appreciated," he says with faintly amused dignity. "Otherwise, I've wasted money on dentists all these years."

Kristjan Ivanov: He glances at Aerin, and looks back to Surly.

Surly: ((oh, bugs, i keep forgetting this.....recgonize garou. gall. pb 2.))

Jesse Jones: ((yeah, she's got recognize too.))

Sadie Blackfoot: Judging by Sadie's slight stiffness, the practiced eye might guess she could have been part of Surly's 'work out'.

Jez: ((PB 2))

Kristjan Ivanov -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: And provided Aerin's hand is still on his shoulder he can feel him tense.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He takes the flipped bird in stride, not seeming offended by it. Must be the woman's standard greeting to him. "Sadie. Surly. Good to see you."

Sadie Blackfoot: Sadie, as always, is impeccably black from chin to toes.

Surly: *a harsh chuckle at Jez* i hate dentists. *to Aerin, eyes skimming over Kris dubiously* i decided not to give out the satisfaction of scrubbing over the poem written on my wall. although i did go back with a red marker and make it more grammatically correct.

Sadie Blackfoot: "Good evening," she says, letting the greeting encompass all present.

Jez: He plucks some lint from his elegant black cashmere sweater, listening to the people around him. "Good evening, Sadie," he says to her, friendly tone.

Kristjan Ivanov: He watches both of the two newcomers warily, which is a reception Jez didn't get. Of course, he still has yet to really respond to Jez at all.

Surly: *smirks to Jez* you're doing better. keep it up, and i might allow you in a class. if you have the balls for it.

Kristjan Ivanov: "Evening."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His hand on Kristjan's shoulder rubs there lightly, soothingly. "Poem?" A brow raises.

Surly: *nods, lip curling* our mutual "buddy". one of those "sitting in a tree" poems regarding me and my Pop. *eyes narrowing coldly, fingers flexing as if searching for a throat at her sides*

Jesse Jones: Jesse pulls out the phone from her jacket and checks the time.

Sadie Blackfoot: d10: per + emp (Krist): 7,4,7,7,

Sadie Blackfoot: Those intensely blue eyes play over each person in turn.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Ahh. The good Doctor's dipping to immature nursery rhymes. How cute." He watches Surly with a calm eye. "He's showing his desperation, Surly. Don't let his taunts get to you."

Jez: ~He has respectfully been giving Kristjan his space, so unless the man initiates any sort of social niceness, he won't attempt to engage him in conversation.~ Surly may notice a subtle change in Jez's expression, his honey-brown eyes going a little steely, his lips twitching in a faintly sardonic smile. "I'll work on it," he says quietly, but there's a hardness to his tone, and perhaps some motivation to indeed work his way into one of his classes.

Sadie Blackfoot: Sounds to her like the good doctor is chalking himself up for an ass whooping.

Surly: *suddenly grins at Aerin. it's not a nice sort of smile, despite her admittedly beautiful features* i know. why do you think i left it up. i figure picking it apart, then correcting it in red ink just like at school's bound to serious piss him off.

Jez: ooc> his=her classes

Surly: *smirks to Jez* good. i'll keep my eye on you--count on that. *is that a threat or a promise?*

Sadie Blackfoot: No wonder Surly was so... energetic this morning. She idly rubs her shoulder.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Then calm down," he says, a touch quieter then his normal vocal level, with a smile to Surly. "He's not here, and he's not going to show himself here. And no beating on others by proxy."

Jez: A sharp nod to Surly, business like with none of his warm friendliness he uses otherwise.

Jesse Jones: She puts the phone back. "Aerin, Kristjan, Jez...it was a pleasure meeting you, but the nurse will be leaving soon so I must get back to my mom. Have a pleasant evening."

Sadie Blackfoot: She'd love to say 'too late' to Aerin, but just bites her tongue.

Sadie Blackfoot: A nod to the departing woman, even though they haven't been introduced. Sadie is usually one for manners.

Jez: The warm friendliness returns immediately and he smiles to Jesse. "Good to meet you, Jesse."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks to Jesse and inclines his head, the smile he had warming as he nods to the woman. "A pleasure. Give me a call sometime, Jesse. Take care."

Jesse Jones: She smile warmly to all. "I will Aerin. Thank you."

Kristjan Ivanov: He nods to Jesse, with a faint smile. "It was wonderful meeting you." Slight pause. "Have a pleasant evening." The tone is soothing, it just doesn't quite match what he's actually said.

Jesse Jones: ((Must go find something to eat. I'll be back with someone else likely in a little bit.))

Surly: *laughs to Aerin* already did that. *nods to Sadie, then blinks* oh--health crap place down on fourth's having a sale on tiger balm. i recommend it. bonus, you won't smell like mint gone punk. *eyes Jesse* beat you up later, maybe, then snickers at Jez* at least you aren't pissing around in your classes so far.

Jez: ((Cool! Have a nice lunch. *L*))

Jez: Surly: He shakes his head firmly. "There's no halfway. I give everything, or why bother."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: When Surly mentions 'beat you up later' to Jesse, he gets a certain level of hardness in his eyes, even knowing it was a mostly joke. He falls silent, staying near Kristjan with his hand on the man's shoulder still.

Sadie Blackfoot: "I'll pick some up." Hint of amusement in her tone as Surly all but announces she pounded her.

Jesse Jones: And Kristjan gets another smile, surprised to hear him say that much to her the way he's been quiet. "Ladies....have a good evening too." A frown though at Surly. "Ma'am....I only fight if I have to. And I'd rather not another woman." But she is late and she continues on her way.

Surly: *nods to Jez firmly* exactly. holding back in class teaches you to hold back when you need to not hold back. not good.

Jesse Jones: ((Thanks! Dropping nick.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Thanks...see you later!))

Surly: *blinks at Jesse as if she's gone nuts. not fight? why not??. and shakes her head*

Jez: "I agree." His voice, again, is quiet, but there's a hardness to it when he speaks to Surly of the classes, the fluttery butterfly showing a different side of himself. "In real life situations, I will not hold back, so I will not do so in class."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Surly. A moment, please." He jerks his head in a direction, off away from the others, and starts walking in that direction after a brief squeeze to Kristjan's shoulder.

Surly: *nods to Jez. maybe just the faintest hint of approval* we should spar sometime, maybe. who're you? *eyes Kris, an eyebrow arching*

Sadie Blackfoot: Glances at Aerin, then lowers her eyes demurely as he moves off.

Surly: *shrugs* whatever. *and heads off with Aerin*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He moves a good twenty feet from the group, out of murmuring vocal range, and waits for Surly to come up, watching her evenly. When she comes up, she leans in, murmuring to her.

Jez: A simple nod, the wariness towards Surly vanished as if it had been just an act.

Sadie Blackfoot: And... left standing with Jez and Kris, she quietly offers, "I'm Sadie Blackfoot." She doesn't offer a gloved hand to Kris unless his body language suggests he wants it.

Surly: *listens to Aerin.*

Jez: He glances over at Kristjan now that they are the only two there, but he doesn't attempt to intrude on the man's solitude.

Jez: OOC> correction, two of three there.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Surly: "Surly...I give your passion for brutality a lot of leeway, all things considered. Do me a favor...don't mention beating on members of my family. Ever." He's speaking quietly, calmly, but with a level of emotionless--a hardness--that Surly has never heard from him before.

Kristjan Ivanov: He nods to Sadie. "Kristjan."

Sadie Blackfoot: "A pleasure." Her eyes flicker past the two men to the treeline and back.

Surly -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: she's your family? *a blink* well, if she wants to spar,i'm not turning her down unless she's damaged already. *shrugs* besides, she looks as if she might be able to give out a few good punches of her own.

Surly: *looks slightly startled-perplexed, blinking to whatever Aerin says, then shrugging as she replies*

Sadie Blackfoot: "How have you been Jez? I haven't seen much of you of late."

Jez: The ice broken thanks to Sadie, he looks to Kristjan and speaks respectfully, since he isn't sure yet if he's kin or true born, "I'm Jez Talino."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Surly: "You're missing the point. You spar with Sadie, and you use that sparring as an opportunity to get your frustration out over something that had nothing to do with Sadie. You will not do that with my kin." There isn't question in his voice.

Kristjan Ivanov: "Pleasure," he says to Jez.

Jez: Sadie: He smiles, warmth back, the business-like mannerisms disappeared. "I've been very well. My Lord has gone to the Home Realm," he says rather proudly, "so I'm now at the beck and call of his pack, but I'm hoping it will keep me busy. How have you been?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He's quite calm, his face completely even as he continues to speak quietly to Surly.

Surly -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: *eyes him calmly* i don't spar with Sadie. i teach her. i do not. ever. allow my emotions to get involved in a lesson. my frustrations only get taken out on people who either deserve it or who can take the pain. *eyes gone cold and opaque*

Sadie Blackfoot: "I've been well, thank you. It pleases me to hear you're also doing well for yourself."

Surly: *eyes Aerin calmly as she replies*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Surly: A brief moment as he meets her gaze. "Then I misunderstood when you said you already beat on someone else by proxy. My apologies, but the implication seemed pretty obvious to me. A misunderstanding."

Jez: He grins. "Yes, I'm actually having a lot of fun these days, and getting to meet some highly interesting people. I also learned I can't play pool without accidentally hurting people," he chuckles. "That's about all my news."

Surly -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: *nods shortly* no problem. i'm aggressive. i'm a bitch. and i have no social skills to speak of, thank Pop. *a faint smirk* it's easy to misunderstand what i say. *shrugs again. likely the closest she can manage to come to saying "i'm sorry".*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He smiles at something, and nods, speaking back to Surly.

Sadie Blackfoot: "It helps if you don't sharpen the cue first," she says with a hint of a grin.

Surly: *nods as well, with a faint smirk and small shrug*

Jez: He grins. "Good thing I didn't. The thing flew right out of my hands and beaned some guy. I nearly got our group killed."

Surly: ((no, no! sharpen the cue! heck, add barbed hooks! makes pool so much more interesting...*ELG*))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Surly: A smile, and he nods. "You're good people, Surly. I'm merely...exceptionally protective of my family, as you know. Now you know that Jesse's family. Problem solved."

Sadie Blackfoot: "Loosing a round doesn't mean the game is over," she says amicably.

Jez: He grins, shaking his head. "I think I'll leave pool alone for awhile."

Surly -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: *nods, then chuckles harshly* tell you what. i won't offer to spar with her unless she asks for a spar. or offer to give her a lesson unless i see her doing something she needs major improvement with. fair enough?

Surly: *another nod, then a harsh chuckle*

Sadie Blackfoot: "Perhaps basketball is more your game. Fewer pointy objects to worry about."

Jez: "Basketball?" He laughs. "I'm not even 5'8". They'd probably try to dribble *me*."

Kristjan Ivanov: "Heavier though. The bat. When it goes flying."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Surly: "Fair enough." He grins a bit and pats her shoulder, hard. "It's deal. Let's head back."

Kristjan Ivanov: [DLP - I'm illiterate.]

Sadie Blackfoot: "You might find you like being dribbled." Is Sadie making a joke? Naaaa. Couldn't be.

Jez: ((*G* I thought I saw baseball at first, too.))

Sadie Blackfoot: ((*LOL* That's baseball!))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He grins a bit and says something, then gives a good, hard pat to Surly's shoulder before looking up to head back to the group.

Jez: He has an angelic smile. "I might, at that. I'm a very strange guy."

Kristjan Ivanov: His eyes flick between the two of them and he smiles.

Surly: *nods to Aerin, trained reflexes making her tense at the patting. but trained mind not letting the normal response carry through.*

Sadie Blackfoot: "You hide it well."

Surly -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: heh. fair deal, then.

Sadie Blackfoot: She's so deadpan it's hard to tell if she's bantering or not.

Surly: *and heads back with Aerin, skirts swaying around her booted ankles*

Jez: He laughs. "I do? Oh, you must have missed some of my really weird moments." Smiles. "I like to shake up the Lords once in awhile, making them bang their heads into walls. It's fun."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He makes his way back to the collected group, blinking suddenly as he realizes how comfortable he is, completely surrounded by Shadow Lords. Someone he once knew would be beating him senseless about now...

Kristjan Ivanov: "Just give it away...."

Sadie Blackfoot: "Yes, they do that around me quite often as well." Likely not for the same reasons.

Surly: *eyes Jez* banging heads into walls? good hobby to have. unless it's your head.

Kristjan Ivanov: He tenses again when Surly comes back, smile fading. And she hasn't even DONE anything yet.

Jez: Kristjan: "Did I?" He smiles. "Drat. I have to learn subtlety." He smiles wryly at Sadie, but doesn't know her well enough to have a comeback to that. Surly: "Never my own head. It's not as much fun."

Sadie Blackfoot: She refrains from rubbing her head where she missed the mat earlier today.

Surly: *eyes Kris again and shrugs, ignoring him. nods to Jez* yeah, it sucks. take to wearing special hats. *carefully removes hers, taking out the hatpins delicately. yes, real hat pins, long and scarily sharp. holds out the hat to Jez* take a look if you want, but be quick. i have to piss. *manners--what're those?*

Jez: He takes the hat, examining it.

Sadie Blackfoot: She doesn't quite wince at Surly's words. For all the Surly likely wishes some her habits would rub off on Sadie, Sadie fervently wishes at times some of her habits would rub off on Surly.

Erin Madigan: Erin wanders in, wearing a dark green sweater with a little bit of caked on white stuff (how horses love to use her as a kleenex), jeans, boots, dark chestnut hair french braided down her back, back pack over her right shoulder, left arm in a home made sling with signatures covering it.

Surly: *smirks, watching Jez checking out her hat. absently tucking a bit of aqua and BLUE hair behind her ear. and is perfectly oblivious to the fact that not everyone enjoys total bluntness....*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He leans on his staff a little, moving back to Kristjan's side and listening between the group as they talk.

Jez: He hands it back, his tone normal. "It's a great hat. Stylish."

Surly: *begins to grin at Jez wickedly, hard eyes taking on a certain gleam. although she makes no move to damage him. it's almost a sharing sort of grin in a way*

Jez: He smiles warmly to the new person arriving, Erin. ((WB! *S*))

Kristjan Ivanov: Aerin gets a quick smile, and Kris leans into him to speak softly.

Erin Madigan (pb 3): ((thanks! :) ))

Surly: *nods, smirking as she takes her hat back and carefully pins it back onto her head* yeah, it is. i have one to match every dress in this sort of style i own. plus a few extra. back soon. nobody start a fight while i'm gone. *and turns to go find the nearest toilet, presumably* ((*G* back in about 15, i hope.))

Kristjan Ivanov -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Well, you at least seem to have gotten over not feeling welcome here." Which he seems to approve of, he's not upset, just really on guard.

Erin Madigan (pb 3): She would normally wave, but a smile would have to do for now. "Hi Jez. Hi Sadie."

Jez: He settles back, a thoughtful expression.

Jez: The smile returns, pleased to be remembered. "Evening, Erin. It's good to see you again."

Sadie Blackfoot: "Good to see you again, Erin."

Kristjan Ivanov: Erin gets a little nod when she comes in.

Sadie Blackfoot: *Odd, it's not Ms. Madigan?*

Erin Madigan (pb 3): She's glad not to be called Ms Madigan and won't even ask why the change. "Good to see you both again." She nods politely to Kristjan whom she doesn't know, as well as Aerin.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: A little smile, and he murmurs back to Kristjan

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Kristjan Ivanov: "Not here, no. But I'm comfortable with that fact. The people is a different story."

Sadie Blackfoot: ((Would Aerin have already given Sadie the gifts you told me about?))

Kristjan Ivanov: He flashes a Aerin a playful grin before he replies, still very softly.

Kristjan Ivanov -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Mmmmmmmm...deep."

Sadie Blackfoot: ((Bah! Sweeps the pm under the rug.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Sadie Blackfoot: ((That would be a yes. *S*))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He chuckles at something Kristjan said and nods.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: And a look goes Erin's way. He nods to her politely in greeting. "Hello."

Sadie Blackfoot: Her eyes flicker to Aerin. "Sally and Jose were quite pleased with the gifts you sent. They have made you gifts as well and hope you'll visit them again soon."

Kristjan Ivanov: He smiles to everyone else. "Right, so if I stay out here I'll freeze to death. Nice meeting you all. Night, Aerin. See you soon." He brushes Aerin's shoulder with his hand. [And I'll be back with some who likes to talk to people. *S* I'm awake enough now.]

Erin Madigan (pb 3): "Hello, sir."

Jez: He nods politely to Kristjan.

Sadie Blackfoot: ((Slips Fox a No Doze)) "It was a pleasure meeting you, Kristjan."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Sadie gets an honest, warm smile. "I'm glad they liked them...I'll be sure to visit soon."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Bye, Kristjan. See you soon."

Erin Madigan (pb 3): She takes a seat on the bench so she can relax and get the weight off her back and shoulder too. It also allows her time to readjust the sling a little as well.

Surly: *strides back toward the group, makeup repaired*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks to Erin and smiles a little. "Please...no sirs directed my way. I hear that, I look for my 10th grade physics teacher." A hand is extended to Erin. "Aerin Thomas."

Erin Madigan (pb 3): She nods to him, taking his hand. "Nice to meet you Aerin. I won't have to call you sir since I know your name now," she grins.

Erin Madigan (pb 3): "I'm Erin Madigan," she adds.

Surly: *eyes the group, absently crakcing her knuckles as she observes the newcomer.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "A pleasure, Erin." He nods to her with a smile.

Sadie Blackfoot: Her eyes flicker to Surly.

Erin Madigan (pb 3): "Your name is also easy for me to remember," giving a very polite wink after shaking his hand.

Surly: *blinks between Aerin and the new chick at the similiar-sounding names*

J.T. Sincaid: *he meanders through the bramble, always making that same wrong turn that Mercury made while showing him the way through on his first night. Good thing he's not a tour guide.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Erin's comment draws a chuckle from him. "And that's probably a good thing, because I have a memory that works very much in a way that doesn't."

Surly: *arches a brow at Sadie and shrugs*

J.T. Sincaid: (Description away! Look out below!) J.T. is a young man in his late teens standing around 5'10" and weighing around 170 pounds. His build could be considered average although since he's clad in an almost perpetually worn black leather jacket he appears a bit larger. J.T. could almost pass for a biker if it wasn't for his pretty-boy smile and his wild black hair seemingly styled in the dark with only gel and a hand. His light blue eyes make for a nice contrast to his dark hair and perhaps more beneficial for him they serve to distract onlookers from his what would be generously called lazy style of dress. A black Slayer t-shirt and blue jeans are his general clothes of choice, although for him really any shirt, pants, boots combination will do. He doesn't look bad, in fact many girls like the way he looks, but anyone with refined tastes would almost certainly dismiss him as a common street punk

Jez: He regards the new arrival, J.T.

Sadie Blackfoot: Smiles and lowers her gaze briefly before scanning the treeline again.