FrankenLupus: *a rangey looking canine lounges under a small patch of ornamental brushcover, on his back, white of his underbelly exposed to the sun filtering through foliage*

FrankenLupus: *a twist of his back, a glance around to make certain no one's looking and then, a streeeeeeeeeeetch of his backlegs, head lolling to the side, tongue out slightly in pleasure at his activities*

FrankenLupus: *nostrils flare and the wolf scrambles back to his belly. a tretch of his back as he scents the air.. a snort and a sneeze and a shake of his head as he lowers his body to the ground. its so much worse smelling in this form.. i don't see how the wyrmcomers can stand it. they're still garou. a fiuther snort, trying to clear his nose, he rubs his muzzle in the dirt*

FrankenLupus: * ugh. thats just as bad.. the thin predator manages to get most of the dirt rubbed off on his side, before settling in with a growl and a chuff, curling nose to tail, blending in suprisingly well despite being silvery brown. dark brown eyes slip half closed as he lounges, waiting and watching*

FrankenLupus: *a huff, he brings a back leg to scratch at his jaw, yawning, eyes glowing from under a bush, silver blue*

FrankenLupus: *he scents the air, nose rising. ther had to be something to eat around here.. he remembers a time when there were rabbits, or someone does ..anyway.. a hole.. maybe.. a ground squirrel, he rises to his feet, sniffing*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A brocure is flicked through as Ingvar moves deeper into the park.. things are much more satisfying this far in.. away from squalling children, inane frisbee morons... rather pleasant.. even quiet, at least as quiet as New York is likely to get.. The glossy front page of the brocure reads "First Defense" and it is on this pamphlet his eyes remain.. the surrounding caern known enough for his steps to be guided by memory rather than sight.*

FrankenLupus: d10: per alert: 6,4,9,3,5,

FrankenLupus: *ahah! he sniffs in a circle ...where was the other hole.. ahah.. es.. he moves to the original hole.. and jumps. hard, full weight of his body on his front feet, watching the other hole.. he's absorbed in his task*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A flicker of motion at the corner of his eye draws Ingvar's attention.. keen predatory senses bring his body to a frozen halt immediately, as pale eyes begin to flicker through the trees.. his nostrils flare slightly.. habit, more than function..*

Reyna Vairina Reiruno: ((You guys mind a Hispanic Hottie droppin' in? :) ))

Ingvar Urgahaldt -> Reyna Vairina Reiruno: ((NOOooo- please- feel free.))

FrankenLupus: *the silvery brown wolf lays another hard thump of his front paws on the ground and the ground squirrel takes off, fleeing out the other hole.. the hunter is on it, taking off after it* ((not at all!))

Ingvar Urgahaldt -> Reyna Vairina Reiruno: ((We WILL make some SMALL part of this goddamn site a place for GOOD rp! HA!))

FrankenLupus: d10: dex + ath: 8,10,9,8,6,8,

Reyna Vairina Reiruno: She makes her way into the inner areas of the park, cigarette burning in her lips. The woman looks...fairly good, honestly. More...her. The grin has just the right level of snarkiness...enough to be maybe dangerous, but not violent. She's humming to herself as she moves toward the Sept.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Something about the last motion from the sinewy wolf- muscles twitch in the young Magyar- the hint of wariness coming to the fore as Frankendoggie moves with such perfection.. he blinks.. then again.. only slowly uncoiling.*

FrankenLupus: *that is one swift, skilled hunter, thin rangey wolf moving with suprising speed, the plump park rodent is caught, and shaken with a violent snap of its spine. its only then, with a limp squirrel hanging from his maw, that he does the customary look around*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: d10: : 9,6,10,3,9,1,

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes flick to the side- the unrelenting focus lessening for a moment as Reyna's cigarette smoke wafts through the air... good. Odd things float under the Judge's face.. things rarely seen.. respect? He nods his head slightly to Frank, taking a moment to smooth a lapel with one powerful hand.*

FrankenLupus: *his lips almost curl back upon spotting ingvar. fuck. he was hungry. but he sits back on his haunches and drops the body of the rodent, his head lowers a degree*

Reyna Vairina Reiruno: d10: Per+Alert: 2,8,6,8,7,8,

Reyna Vairina Reiruno: She looks around, noting Frank first...interesting...then Ingvar. Her lips curl further upward, and she approaches, nodding to him. "Hola."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *As Reyna approaches, Ingvar cocks his head slightly.. considering the lupus across from him for a moment.. a picture of economy of motion, Ingvar crosses the short distance between them. ~ws~ a fine job.. *He sinks to his haunches as one hand disappears under his jacket.*

FrankenLupus: *a degree only. rodent between his paws, but he doesn't move to eat it* ~ws~ Rhya. *its chuffed with inheirent respect for tradition. and in this instance, less sarcasm, his head turns slowly to reyna, hard brown eyes glowing blue a moemnt in the dark*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Ingvar looks back around as Reyna comes into view.* Hola Senora.. como estas usted? *He turns back around- a wickedly sharp fighting knife seems almost to appear in his hand.. with the grace and skill of a surgeon, Ingvar draws it down the body of the fat park rodent to gut it.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: d10: : 6,7,4,2,4,8,8,

Reyna Vairina Reiruno: "Been worse...much worse. There was this time my boyfriend skinned me...but that's old hat." She chuckles a little, leaning agsint a nearby tree as she takes a drag off her smoke. "How are you?"

Ingvar Urgahaldt: mm.. *He glances to Frank before he responds.* I work on it...

Reyna Vairina Reiruno: "No, I haven't." A shake of the head, and she nods to the wolf. "Howdy."

FrankenLupus: ~ws~ even your rodents taste like junkfood. *the other half is swallowed, pink of a tongue sliding out of his mouth to taste the last bit of copper from his muzzle. that was good.. but were there more.. he looks up, considering a bird. his eyes slip to Reyna*~ws~we haven't met~

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes flick across the woman's body, in spite of himself. No leer- rather, more a matter of a deeper sort of propriety. Far be it for the dour young Judge to be ~worried~.. but yet.. realizing she is well causes a feeling startlingly akin to relief...*

FrankenLupus: *a chuff, as the wolf lowers his nose to the ground where the squirrel was moments ago, no.. no tidbits left.. another chuff, eyes scanning for something of another meal*

Reyna Vairina Reiruno: "Still a mite better then Chicken McNuggets," she comments to Frank with a wink.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: mm. *He shakes his head slightly, looking to Frank.* When you are free- I would introduce you to proper food.. rare in this city- but it is here. Not this... *He waves one powerful hand.* McDonalds tripe.

FrankenLupus: *the look of utter disgust... that's one disgusted looking wolf, head moving away from reyna as though since she brought them up she's at fault, he pads over to the bushes and sniffs underneath, silver tufts of coarse fur catching the moonlight, breath puffing in the cold air. he gruffs as he digs* ~ws~ mcdonalds is not food.

Reyna Vairina Reiruno: "Never said it was...that was kinda my point."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes slide to the woman smoothly.* Ms. Reiruro.. have you visited Mocco yet? *Odd, how only after all does it occur to him..*

Reyna Vairina Reiruno: "Mocco?" A raised brow to him.

FrankenLupus: *dig dig dig dig dig.. a spray of dirt as hard claws tear into park terrafirma, coincidence perhaps that a few clumps land on ing's pantleg. can a wolf smirk? ancestors appeased for the time being as frank eats a root of something he's apparently identified*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A scowl flashes across his face briefly- one powerful hand sweeping at a pantleg as he moves aside, and nods to Reyna.* Yes.. Hungarian cuisine.. some of the best in the city. *A flickered glare at the wolf digging and eating, before he looks back to Reyna. Odd.. there was once such a vibrant connection.. perhaps it is that which causes the next boil of distant thunder from the Judge.* I had intended to call...

FrankenLupus: *the wolf grins internally, scratching soil back into the hole he's dug, as the great mother demands. no harm done that cannot be undone. he's careful, chewing his root and watching Ingvar and reyna blandly*

Reyna Vairina Reiruno: "Ahh. Mocco." She shakes her head. "Naah, haven't been, I'm afraid. I'll have to check it out. And don't worry. You're not the only one who didn't call...so I wasn't too surprised." It's said with an incredible casualness, as she pulls a new cigarette and chain-lights it, the butt of the old stubbed out on the bottom of a raised shoe before she tosses it in a nearby garbage can.

FrankenLupus: *his eyes head drops, teeth flashing a moment before he is appeased. the cigarrette went in the trashcan. whew. *

FrankenLupus: (eyes flash, head...)

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A silent gust of air as the Judge snorts.. what was he thinking.. best to leave that one alone.. a look back at the other shifter as he lets the matter rest.* I expected that you would vanish as well. *His eyes sweep back to Reyna.* What caused you to stay?

FrankenLupus: *he shakes his body to remove some of the tension, fur seeming like it'll shake off his bones a moment, before the dour Wendigo watches the woman, nostrils widening as he scents her*

Reyna Vairina Reiruno: "You know...I'm not sure." She shrugs a little. "I was all packed, ready to go. Fuck, Angelia didn't say goodbye...Malc and Flutterby vamoosed...Sonja vanished. And Adam, of course. Hadn't heard from you, and I sure as hell hadn't heard anything from Okami or Silkie. Maybe I was cool with staying, just 'cause everyone else was gone?"

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He raises his eyebrows, looking back to the woman.* An interesting viewpoint.. *He looks back to Frank, watching the thin flesh on the wolf's frame shift back and forth. Yes. He will need to eat... he continues to consider Reyna out of the corner of his eye... then speaks again.* ~ws~ I take us to food now. *He addresses them both, but speaks so that Frank may understand as well.*

FrankenLupus: *one ear tilted to the conversation, the thin canine stalks over to a tree and sniffs it. no. in spring perhaps, he'd have knocked down some eggs.. but now the birds just shut up as he approaches. a huff. he scans for another ground squirrel hole. frank considers ingvar's words. then slowly moves over to the bushes* ~ws~ A moment.. eh? *did he just say.. eh? in lupus? *

Reyna Vairina Reiruno: "Sounds like a plan." She nods a little, grinning at the wolf's words.

FrankenLupus: *he dissappears into the trees*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He cants an eyebrow at the wolf, then begins to head off toward the distant street. He will catch up.. certainly the Judge isn't waiting- this is certain. He continues to regard Reyna in silence.. an idea forming behind distant, glassy eyes.*

FrankenLupus: *he's about 15 meters beind them when he appears again, old beat up cowboy boots, black hair with silver shot through it falling over his shoulder, by far the most attractive part of the dour native man. scarred hands hold a crumpled t-shirt, suede jacket held in the other as he stalks towards them, long thin legs eating up the distance as the wirey cree follows them*

Reyna Vairina Reiruno: She moves along as Ingvar does, falling into step beside the man. A slight bounce, perhaps, to her walk, an ease there, as she moves.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A rumbled aside as they move.. pale eyes touch on Frank for a moment, shirtless in such weather.. he arches an eyebrow before speaking to Reyna.* Given the rather large number of Shadow Lords and kin.. may I expect you at the wedding?

Reyna Vairina Reiruno: "Wouldn't miss it for the world, hon." She grins to him and winks. "Think I'll survive it?"

Ingvar Urgahaldt: So long as they do not discern that you are, in fact, an evil spirit bent upon violation of all that we hold dear.. *he eyes the woman for a moment.. caution floats under his face.* I expect you will rather get on famously..

FrankenLupus: *Frank seems unnaffected by the cold. hell, in canada.. this is t-shirt weather. his breath puffs from his mouth as he seems unnaffected, burnished red skin twitching a moment as he moves to catch up. chest hairless.. buut its hard to tell whether from youth, natuaral lack of hair.. or waxing. then again.. frank probably considers waxing to be of the wyrm*

Reyna Vairina Reiruno: She laughs a little bit. "Relax, Ing. I'll behave. I wouldn't want to ruin your and Abbey's big day. Plenty of time to reveal my demonic tendancies later."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He purses his lips, darting a look at the woman as he continues to lead them toward the SUV. He cants an eyebrow at Frank as he continues.* Mr. Poundmaker.. you would not happen to be allergic to paprika?

FrankenLupus: *he slides hard brown eyes from reyna to ingvar. a grunt as he pulls on his shirt and shakes his head. his face twists as he looks to the SUV. he looks to ingvar, eyes narrowing as he tilts his head to listen to something,, lips thin. he gets in*

Reyna Vairina Reiruno: She looks over at Frank, regarding him with a look akin to...something. Curiosity, perhaps? She shrugs a little and slides into the SUV as well.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Certain standards are never relaxed- the young Judge opens Reyna's door for her.*

FrankenLupus: *he consoles himself in the fact that they are carpooling. jaw pulsing slightly as he moves to sit in the back*

Reyna Vairina Reiruno: A grin and an appreciative nod to Ingvar. "Gracias."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He nods, grunting once. Soon enough the trip move into traffic, the young man driving in silence until they reach..*((Queens Rest))

MOCCO

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): *A plot of the rural in the middle of Queens' Bulgarian district, Mocco sits humbly between a bodega and a hardware store- the scents of very good, but hearty cooking beckon passersby on the sidewalk.*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She's quiet on the ride over, beyond whistling "Twisted Nerve" under her breath. Catchy little ditty...

Frank Poundmaker: *frank is silent as well on the ride up, watching as the dirty city whizzess by the window. he's quickly out of the car, whether from press of hunger, or motionsickness, its hard to tell. he takes in the restaurant blandly*

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): *The vast majority of traffic in this part of queens is on foot- so parking isn't a problem, the SUV rumbles right up to the storefront.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): *Ingvar engages the alarm and leads the way to the storefront- but it swings wide before they get there. A stout, portly older gentleman greets them in hearty, obsequeous fashion- apparently quite glad to see all of them. A perfect slavic host, the man nevertheless looks as though restraunteur were a new calling for him. He inclines his head to Ingvar, sweeping his eyes toward the ground and quieting to a degree.. the trio are led to a corner booth, under a small, shrine-like statue of some ancient king. Dark wood colors, and candles on the table ensure an intimate feel.. the crowd is not thick.*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She slips out, following behind Ingvar...he looks around the place with that trademark lopsided grin of hers as she walks along, settling into a seat.

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): *The man withdraws, the place taken by a waiter who bears a remarkable resemblance to their host. As though this were a process the young Lord had undergone before, he ignores the boy, canting an eyebrow as the distant rumble of his voice skates across the table.* To drink?

Frank Poundmaker: *Franks eyes glide over the place. lips a thin line. he breathes in deeply and slowly before taking a seat. thinly restained anger as ever waiting like an avalanche behind the cree man's deeply lined face. tolerant. for now*

Frank Poundmaker: Water. please. *two gruff statements. short*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Don't suppose they make a Tequila Sunrise?" She winks to Ingvar.

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): *He cants an eyebrow to the waiter, the young man too handsome for his own good- he tosses Reyna a willing smile- unconscious, a natural flirt as he nods... he does blanch a bit.. growing a touch whiter under dusky skin as he realizes Ingvar is still looking at him, deadpan. The young man straightens up and replies much more politely.* Y.. yes ma'am. *Frank? He doesn't address Frank.. that one too much like the young Magyar himself.. to Frank he nods, makes a note, and moves off... still a touch pale.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): ((willing=winning.))

Frank Poundmaker: *interesting. the cree man absorbs this, reaching behind him, strip of leather twined through the fingers of a scarred and totrured hand. he begins to bind the long silver shot mass of ebony hair into a thick braid*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Thanks, hon." She nods to the guy, winking over her sly smile, and looks back to Ingvar. "So what's good here?"

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): madame, you insult me.. *He presses a powerful hand to his chest, mockingly taken aback before he replies.* The chicken paprika is exceptional.. *a nod of severe, chiseled features.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): *Pale eyes slide across Frank's hands as he fixes his hair.. his hands.. Ingvar reaches into one sleeve.. subconsiously moving to scratch a suddenly itching scar along one forearm.. the moment passes swiftly as the young Judge continues to make a gracious, and proper host.*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Mmm. Sounds good." She pauses, and gets a sort of mischevious smile. Easily slid onto her face, like a favorite shirt over dusky skin. "What kind of expression you think I'm gonna get if I order two chicken soft tacos?"

Frank Poundmaker: *chicken.. paprika. that sounds alright. unless it was deepfried in a vat of liquid taint, like mcdonalds. which looking around... he doubts it is. a gruff nod, before he rasps* the same i would get were i to order poutine.

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): *A slight smirk passes like a ghost under severe features.. pride colors the young Judge's bearing as he replies smoothly.* Confusion... until you ask for "bieroc" instead.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Beiroc?" She quirks an eyebrow. "Interesting. Then what expression?"

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): *Ingvar blinks at Frank.. tasting the word.. it does not sound very appetizing.* Excuse.. what is 'poutine'?

Frank Poundmaker: *a bland blink at Ingvar, he finishes knotting a hard ball of leather at the tail end of his braid*

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): *He considers Reyna for a moment. Nooot quite getting it.*

Frank Poundmaker: It is French. *he gruffs, regarding Ing* fried potato. beef gravy. cheese curd. Its unhealthy. but will keep you warm in winter, eh?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Never mind." She winks to the man and leans back in her seat, arm draping lightly over the back.

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): *He quirks an eyebrow, nodding at Frank.* The whole point of eating in parts of the world.. *His eyes return to Reyna, hands slipping across the table nearly of their own accord. It takes only moments- but the flickered motions do not cease until the table is precisely correct.* What has occupied you these days?

Frank Poundmaker: *hard brown eyes slide over reyna a moment. trouble. he smirks at something, as though a joke had been told and he was just now getting it. he listens to the conversation*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Let's see..." She looks up to the ceiling, letting out an exhalation. "Moved out of the K-R...I'm living with Joshua and Ashlyn Reale. Been on the hunt for an asshole with a thing for models. Keeping the business going. And killing my liver and lungs, of course."

Frank Poundmaker: *his eyes darken at the mention of killing her liver and her lungs. but the dour native says nothing*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: A glance goes to Frank, brow raising curiously.

Frank Poundmaker: *the dour native looks back*

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): *A chuckle ripples across the table.. a touch more animated, but strangely so, as though playing a role.. the waiter returns soon enough, settling their glasses before them- and a glass of wine at Ingvar's elbow. Immediately one powerful hand re-settles it, though it doesn't seem to have moved much.. and yes- apparently the Tequila Sunrise made it across the water at some point...*

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): I believe.. *He considers, then continues.* I did hear of this.. a man killing women.. cutting them, yes?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She takes the drink with a grateful smirk.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yeah." She nods a little bit. "Maybe guys, too, at this point. Elijah Phillips just got offed."

Frank Poundmaker: *a thin lipped sip of water as he listens, man silent as a glacier, his presence as notable*

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): *His face remains blank at that.* A model, I take it?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "For starters." She nods. "Didn't fit the m.o...he wasn't found in Battery, for one...but I think there's more then one doing it."

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): *He strokes a finger across his chin, considering* A copy cat... would normally occur after the fact... not during.

Frank Poundmaker: what women? *he rasps, as though he'd been an active part of the convo forever* relations?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "I know." She nods. "Shockingly, not the first serial killer I've hunted...hell, one could make the case that I dated one." She sighs. "But regardless, everything I've seen leads me to believe there's two people, at least. Entirely different M.O.'s from them...and Glitterboy could be the result of a third, or one of the other two...or hell, none of the above is even possible. Maybe probable."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "One of them is. Or, at least one of the women in danger is." She nods to Frank.

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): *A glance to Frank's question, but Ingvar's own inquiry is silent, merely waiting for the story from the woman.. it would seem the Judge has even forgotten about ordering, the waiter remains across the room. Attentive, but distant enough for privacy.*

Frank Poundmaker: *he considers this, sitting back and moving the hard lump of his braid to trail down his chest over his shoulder, tortured hands curling around water as he lowers his face to it, rather than vice versa*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "I think one of them's a plastic surgeon. We got to one of the girls in time...she's Upstate now, in rehab. The guy gave her coke, which she was already addicted to, along with what was essentially a roofie. He removed her face and left her in Battery to die. Luckily, Laidan and I got to her."

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): Luckily? You do not think she would ~rather~ be dead? *He cants his head slightly... not disgusted perhaps, merely considering.*

Frank Poundmaker: *the dour native is listening. brows knit into a scowl*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "No. She didn't remember a lot of it, anyway...I advised her that she was given dimethyltryptamine, which is a powerful hallucinogenic, mixed with the coke, and got fucked up a little...and her mind translated it into being cut up. She'll be fine."

Frank Poundmaker: *a rasp as he nods. that was perhaps better*

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): *He nods slowly, considering as he raises one strong hand to summon their waiter.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): Best of luck in your hunt, Ms. Reiruno... should you need assistance... *He trails off as the waiter arrives.* We are decided then?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Thanks...I'll keep that in mind. Kinda miss working with ya...don't let it go to your head, though, or I'll have to start teaching." She winks to him. "And yeah, I think so."

Frank Poundmaker: *a gruff nod from the hardened cree man*

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): *Magyarol boils out of him, the waiter watching him dutifully.. no kin- or at least no Shadow Lord- the young man looks into Ingvar's eyes as he listens, and jots down. Soon enough he moves off, and Ingvar looks back to the two of them.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): mm. No teaching, thank you just the same... *His eyes twitch narrow for a moment as he watches her.*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Guys...hate to do it, but I'm gonna head to bed. Tiring out a bit here, I think.))

Frank Poundmaker: ((okies. night mizta rav!))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Just imagine snarky comments throughout the dinner, and you'll be good. :) Night, guys.))

Ingvar Urgahaldt (Mocco): ((No prob- thanks for the scene!))