Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
He leads them to the abandoned, boarded up warehouse. "I've used it before to
practice in. There's an entrance pried up in one of the windows."
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
Finds the window, a good four feet off the ground, and grabs hold of the sill,
hoisting himself up and through.
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
((Prior to getting in the cab, Merc made a hasty, private phone call. Just fyi.
*S*))
Dara : umm....Ill go last....*smiling with
that crooked grin again to gavril, smoothing down her skirt with one hand after
merc goes through*
Gavriil Kazimir: My how dignified. *he'd
offer Dara a hand but likely she can get through the window even easier. He
hoists himself up and through after passing through half of the long object he's
carrying. He hauls the rest of it through when he drops down on the other side*
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
"You want dignified, or you want somewhere with a lot of space?" And the place
is, indeed, spacious enough for their needs.
Gavriil Kazimir: I didn't want to crush my
cigarettes *he frowns* Unfortunately that did not come to pass. *is he joking?*
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]: "By
the way," he says casually, "Aerin's coming, too."
Dara : *she slips through after, yes,
definately agile enough to get through...not graceful by any means but she makes
it, wowing as she looks about the insides*
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
"Shouldn't smoke. It's evil." Laughs, swinging the branch freely, testing the
weight of it.
Gavriil Kazimir: Shall I cheer now or wait
until he arrives?
Dara : *her lips twitch at the cigarettes
comment*...aerins comin?*that gets a curious look to merc*
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
"Let's see your weapon. Open up and let it fly free." Smirks at the deliberate
double entendre.
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
Dara: "Yeah, he wanted to see us fight. I remembered that, so I called him."
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: The sounds of a
motorcycle hits the air, the sleek, black Kawaski Vulcan making it's way up to
the warehouse. The rider on back is unhelmeted, wearing his usual trench coat
with a red lace-up shirt underneath and jeans, steel-toed boots. He rides up to
the warehouse and kills the engine.
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
"And this, my friend, is a club, and yes, I will use the club versus your spear.
You did say weapon of your choice, but no claws, right? If I lose my club, I'll
simply switch weapons."
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
((oh god, KF, you didn't...))
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
d10: Rage: 5,5,2,4,3,
Gavriil Kazimir: I'm well. What of yourself
and your child? *he asks Aerin his tone actually polite, even respectful*
Gavriil Kazimir: Claws cause lasting damage,
I would hope we can both walk away from this.
Dara : *hearing aerin rips her attention
away from it as she snickers from the ask your mother comment* hey Aerin....
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]: His
Rage boils to the surface, swifter than a striking cobra, and he hurls the
branch so hard against a wall it partially cracks. A loud and terrible growl
rumbles from his chest. He's no longer joking, suddenly deadly serious. "I've
chosen a new weapon. You DID say weapon of our choice, yes?" His voice deeper,
harder.
Gavriil Kazimir: *he glances towards Dara
when she laughs at his comment. She might be the only one in the entire city to
find what he says entertaining*
Gavriil Kazimir: Enhance your calm Warrior.
*he states quietly* Choose what you wish.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "I am well...as is my
child, Gavriil." He smiles a little. "Thank you."
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]: "My
fists," he states bluntly. And now he nods to Aerin. "Glad you could make it."
His eyes are so dark they're basically black, and very cold and hard at the
moment.
Dara : *the crack and growl and sudden
change in merc has her attention completely now after she jumps with a soft
gasp, arms circling around herself, eyes a little wider, and absently scooting
back a bit*
Gavriil Kazimir: *he begins slowly
twirling the spear at his side producing a quiet whirring sound as the blade
cuts through the air*
Gavriil Kazimir: Which form do you chose
Warrior?
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
"Homid. I don't want to kill you." He calms down with an effort.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He watches the duo
calmly, dropping to the floor as he finally lights his cigarette. "I am assuming
this is not an official challenge, as I see no Master of the Challenge
here...right?"
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
((we'd best move this along *L* I can't be on much later.))
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
Rolls his head, cracks his neck. "It's for fun."
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "All right," he says
with a nod. "Just wanted to make sure."
Gavriil Kazimir: Come at me then. *he widens
his stance dropping into a fighting position. He simply holds the point of the
spear down for a moment* Aerin, you will make sure that things don't get out of
hand yes?
Dara : *instead of sitting directly on the
floor now she crouches , pack over her shoulder once more, eyes to the two
intently, soft clicking heard from inside her mouth*
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
((init? *G*))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Of course," he says
with a calm nod.
Gavriil Kazimir: (let's rock)
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
d10: init plus six: 9,
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
((15!))
Gavriil Kazimir:
d10: init: 4,
Gavriil Kazimir: (10) *he brings the point of
the spear up to catch the man before he can close the distance to attack* (1
rage spent)
Gavriil Kazimir:
d10: atttack WP: 7,1,9,8,2,6,
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
That offhand remark about his long-murdered mother is still filling him with
anger, and he channels that Rage. ((Spending 2)) Lashing out at Gav with a
one-two-three flury of blows.
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
d10: attack WP: 8,7,3,2,2,1,6,
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
((he's not dodging the blade))
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
d10: damage: 8,9,9,6,5,6,
Gavriil Kazimir: (ow haha)
Gavriil Kazimir:
d10: soak: 9,5,7,4,
Gavriil Kazimir:
d10: Damage : 5,10,4,3,6,8,1,8,
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
((can I soak the blade damage?))
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
d10: soak: 9,5,1,
Gavriil Kazimir: (Yeah Ashton said it's okay)
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Not in Homid,
nope.))
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
((and now the rage actions? *S*))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Or yes. Ignore me.
*S*))
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
((doesn't matter, failed the soak *L*))
Gavriil Kazimir: *he takes the powerful punch
in the jaw and staggers back a step, he centers himself and brings the weapon
around in a wide arc towards Mercury's midsection*
Gavriil Kazimir:
d10: attack : 8,9,5,3,5,
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
((quick Q, do wound penalties count for the rage actions on the first round?))
Dara : *she just stays sitting there
watching everything with dead silence, eyes so alert watching every little thing
they do*
Gavriil Kazimir: (I put my penalty in)
Gavriil Kazimir: (sorry for the slow
response)
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
d10: second punch: 5,9,9,2,8,2,
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
d10: damage: 5,7,5,8,2,5,
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]: ((I
put in my wound penalties as well.))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He watches the first
flurry of attacks fly, his eyes calm, face impassive. Curious to see if this
Silver Fang can back up his mouth with action.
Gavriil Kazimir:
d10: soak: 6,8,8,3,
Gavriil Kazimir:
d10: Damage: 6,5,6,5,7,9,
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
d10: soak: 6,8,6,
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
((Spending WP to avoid wound penalites, this last rage action only.))
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
((Actually, no. Nix that, please.))
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
d10: third punch: 2,5,8,8,8,
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
d10: damage: 4,10,6,2,8,
Gavriil Kazimir:
d10: Soak: 2,9,9,3,
Gavriil Kazimir: *the second punch impacts
him but glances off, his second attack seems vicious but somehow Mercury manages
to twist mostly out of the way and deliver another punch that finds purchase but
glances off his cheek. There's blood on him now, and not his own, something
tells him that this could go to far. He growls and tosses the weapon aside. He
stands no chance with fists but he's not going to skewer the man and kill him
accidentally*
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
((spending WP to avoid wound penalities - and btw, Merc has Masochist flaw, so
he's grooving on it even while he's being crippled. *G*)) He wills himself to
'play through the pain' going for a roundhouse punch.
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
d10: punch: 2,2,5,4,3,2,8,
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
d10: damage: 9,8,4,3,7,
Gavriil Kazimir: *in close now he brings his
elbow/forearm up into Mercury's face (punching, 1 rage spent)*
Gavriil Kazimir: (me has to post first...but
whatever)
Gavriil Kazimir:
d10: punch+wp: 4,7,6,
Gavriil Kazimir:
d10: soak: 9,6,2,10,
Gavriil Kazimir:
d10: damage: 1,8,5,
Gavriil Kazimir: *they exchange ineffective
strikes and he summons the inner beast to strike again. This is likely futile as
his jaw truly aches...disgusting Low born* (punching as rage action)
Gavriil Kazimir:
d10: punch: 5,2,2,
Gavriil Kazimir: *the punch misses
completely*
Gavriil Kazimir: *he feels like an idiot
using his fists, how brutish, he rears back and seeks to land another strike.
Clearly fist against fist is not his forte* (burning WP to ignore wounds)
Gavriil Kazimir:
d10: punch: 3,8,2,3,6,
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
"Missed me, missed me, now ya gotta kiss me!" he taunts, and throws everything
into finishing this. ((WP to avoid wound penalties, 2 Rage to punch three times,
though if Gav goes down, he will not finish the rage actions on him.))
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
d10: punch: 9,3,10,3,7,3,9,
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
d10: speciality: 6,
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
d10: damage: 1,2,8,7,6,6,8,2,7,
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
d10: soak: 3,6,1,
Gavriil Kazimir:
d10: Soak: 2,1,7,8,
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Oh, wow.))
Gavriil Kazimir: *he gets dropped by the
first punch his arm arcing towards Mercury but falling limp before it reaches
it's target. He hits the concrete floor pretty hard and groans. KO'd*
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
Mercury lets the Rage die down, teetering on his feet and about ready to fall
himself. ((He's at Crippled. *L*))
Gavriil Kazimir: (6 bashing 1 lethal for Gav.
Merc took 4 lethal by my count)
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]: ((Er,
rather, he's not at crippled because Gav's punch didn't happen. *LOL*))
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
He's not teetering on his feet, but he's bleeding fairly bad and shifts up to
Glabro, kneeling down to check on Gavriil.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((4 by my count,
too.)) He steps forward when Gavriil falls down, in case Mercury doesn't notice.
When he does, Aerin moves to stablize Mercury with a hand to his shoulder.
Dara : *when it stops she lets out some
unknowingly held in breath, shivering slightly and moving to stand, arms still
around herself*
Gavriil Kazimir: *he can only murmur lying
face down on the concrete. If his mind was active he'd be embarassed, but the
world is just spinning blackness instead*
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
"I'm alright," he says in his gruff voice. "He's out cold. Ha." Grins. "He
fought well, though." ((And I have to get to bed. *hugs around* Thanks for the
scene!))
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
((ok, will stay for a quick wrapup by KF, but then I gotta go!))
Gavriil Kazimir: (Lazy legal assistants!
*huffs*)
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]: ((*pfft*))
Dara : (*snickers*) *bit by bit she moves
closer, looking between merc and gavril for a bit before looking to aerin*
Gavriil Kazimir: *he grumbles something
inaudible and spits out a mouthful of blood. He just continues to lay on the
concrete for the moment though. Perhaps gathering his willpower to call upon the
beast*
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
Dara: "I won," he clarifies for her.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Cool cool.)) Aerin
nods to Merucry with a grin. "He did." He leans down and placs a hand on
Gavriil's body, to heal him. "You...may want to leave, Mercury. I don't know him
well enough to know how well he'll take this, and it not being official, he can
say whatever he wants. I can handle him...it's not like he can challenge an
Adren, after all." A faint grin as he lets his gift heal Gavriil.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]:
d10: Mothers Touch: 5,7,9,9,9,3,
Gavriil Kazimir: (noooo! don't waste the
Gnosis haha)
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
"Yeah, that's tru----" Blink. "Yo! Congratulations, Aerin!" Giving the other a
tight one-armed squeeze, trying not to get in the way of the healing. "Yeah,
I'll see you all later. Tell Gavriil I said he fought like a warrior, be glad to
be in battle with him sometime. Er, together, not against each other." Waves,
winks to Dara, heads out.
Gavriil Kazimir: *the healing touch brings
him fully around and he climbs up to his knees. He opens one eye and glances
around* You...did not speak falsely about punching hard. *he glances towards
Aerin, ascertaining that he healing touch came from him* Thank you. *he holds
his tongue about it being unnecessary*
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]:
((Night all!))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((The Gnosis is worth
the look on Gavriil's face when he finds out Aerin had to heal him. *G*))
Mercury [abandoned warehouse - docks]: He
laughs, just stepping out. "Hell of a fight, Gavriil. You're pretty damn good."
And then he's gone into the night.
Dara : *she nods to mercury, guessing
that, then watches aerin...catching after what he says* yeah?*smiling to him
quietly, still a little subdued*
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He grins to Mercury
and nods his thanks before letting him go, nodding to Gavriil. "You're welcome,
Gavriil." He rises to his feet, taking a step back from him.
Gavriil Kazimir: I can hear you, I'm not
deaf...just dirty. *he says to Mercury as the man prepares to depart* Well
fought.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yep," he says to Dara
with a wink.
Gavriil Kazimir: *he rises to his feet and
shifts into Glabro as he walks to retrieve the spear. He snorts as he picks it
up off the ground. Such a disrespectful display to have tossed it aside, but
better than having someone's life blood on your hands*
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He watches Gavriil
pick up the spear as he takes a drag off his cigarette. "You didn't have to
throw it aside, you know."
Gavriil Kazimir: *he shifts back down
after his natural regeneration remends the rest of the damage. He turns back to
Aerin and Dara and shakes his head* Why did the Walker just run off?
Dara : congrats*said softly to aerin, then
looking to gavril, watching him silently*
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Places to go, people
to see?" He shrugs. "Mercury's a busy guy, he knows lots of people."
Gavriil Kazimir: *he shrugs* Blades vs.
fists..such is not a truly fair fight. Even one of our kind can be felled by
such a blade in our birth forms.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Funny thing about a
spear, Gavriil..." He walks over to the side, picking up a length of pipe off
the ground and spinning it in his hand once before setting one end on the
ground. "It's got a point on the end..." With that, he touches the top,
cigarette hanging between his lips. "But...there's this long, long shaft
here..." The finger slides over the length of the pipe, toward the floor. "That
works beautifully as a melee weapon, too. And doesn't kill us."
Dara : *she nods to aerins asessment of
why merc left, nibbling her lip gently*
Gavriil Kazimir: Yes I realize I could've
hit him with the butt of the weapon but such is not what the weapon was meant
for. I've broken the shaft before.. *he says quietly he shakes the weapon to
show that the shaft does indeed bend a bit*
Gavriil Kazimir: Can I ask what she is
congratulating you on?
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "A spear is intended
to be versatile," he says with a shrug. "As to what she's congratulating me
on...the Sept of Gaia's Hand has seen fit to bestow upon my the rank of Adren."
Gavriil Kazimir: *he's not going to argue
about the difference between a true spear and his glaive but he does dip his
head respectfully* Congratulations Aerin-rhya, such is a quite an
accomplishment. I apologize for any disrespect I've shown you in the past.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Thank you, Gavriil."
He nods to the man, accepting the congraulations as he would anyone else. No
smugness, no gloating. "I only hope to continue to prove myself worthy of the
title."
Dara : hey....aerin.....um....while you
are here..*taking a deep breath, moving closer to the other two finally, hands
on hte strap of her backpack*...if you havent heard about ziahl, she got hurt in
a fire....and...I dont know how she is or anything, merc knows who shes staying
with, some damien guy....but...anyhow.....dont know how long she'll be healing,
and I know the recon needs to be done..soonish....
Gavriil Kazimir: Shall we depart from
this...*he glances around* hole? *he looks down at his clothes, they're grimey
now, what the fuck was on the floor? This place is disgusting*
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over at Dara
suddenly, a deep frown on his face of concern. "Ziahl got hurt...what? A fire?
What happened?"
Dara : *nodding to gavrils suggestion of
getting out of there*
Gavriil Kazimir: *he knows not of what they
speak. He falls quiet and just cleans off the blood from the blade before he
wraps it back up in it's concealing cloth. Not much of a ruse if he was actually
stopped by the cops while carrying it. *
Dara : I dont know the details....but
merc said he an lucien were there with her and there was someone there waiting
and the news said it looked like it was suspect for arson(or something close to
that*G*) and that she got hurt and was in the hospital but is at some guy
damiens place and he has the number
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He sighs and rubs his
face. "All right. That's it. Between Ziahl getting burned and Caroline's son,
it's about fucking time we stopped being on the defensive." He nods to the
window. "Let's go."
Gavriil Kazimir: doesn't this place have a
door? *he says to himself as he places the spear half way out the window and
then hauls himself up and out. He drops down on the other side and grabs the
spear pulling it the rest of the way through. He leans it against the building
for a moment and fishes into his pocket to find his cigarrettes. Sadly many of
them are broken, but he manages to find a whole one, which he proceeds to light
up*
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Out the window he goes
as well, hitting the ground with a thud and looking around with narrowed eyes.
"It probably does. But if someone were to attack here, you'd want the door to
remain closed and hard to get through. The window's a much smaller means of
entry."
Dara : yeah.....something needs to get
done and soon and thats why I figured Id better mention, because she was
supposed to help me, we need to get it done, Im quick, used to working by
myself..origionally was anyways when I was asked ...*heading to the window,
offering a hand to gavril before he heads through it to take his weapon until
hes through*
Dara : (delete the part about the spear
then*G*)
Gavriil Kazimir: *he didn't have much trouble
getting the weapon through but he nods to Dara when she drops out the window*
Thank you. *he says to her speaking of the gesture*
Gavriil Kazimir: (back to the park? Dusty
might join us)
Dara : *she looks to the cigarette and
blinks a bit, reaching to push hair behind her ears carefully once shes through,
looking to gavrils cigarettes* here...let me see them....*holding a hand out*
Dara : (sure)
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Yay, Park! *NODNOD*))
Gavriil Kazimir: *he hands her the pack
filled with broken smokes* Alright...
Dara : *and on the way back she amazingly
fidgeting with them manages to 'fix' probably most of them if they werent
entirely smashed to bits(has done this maaaany times*G*)*(heading to park then.)
Gavriil Kazimir: *he watches her as she
pieces them back together, although it's hard to tell if he's watching what
she's doing or just taking the opportunity to watch the way she moves up close*
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He walks along with
them, moving to grab his bike and walk with it as they head to the park.
((G2CP))
CENTRAL PARK
Lucien Bourikas: He parks the Cherokee in
the nearby garage, and makes his way into the park.
Gavriil Kazimir: (tagged!)
Lucien Bourikas: (And ignore typos, folks,
I'm under some heavy meds)
Gavriil Kazimir: *he walks with the others as
the come back to the park. He laughs quietly about still having the rather large
weapon over his shoulder. It's so out of place*
Dara : *by the time they reach the park
shes got most of the cigarettes of hte pack fixed somehow, and hands them back
over to gavril with a quiet smile* trick my stepfatherpersonthing taught me when
"I" had crushed his cigarettes.......
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He walks along with Dara and
Gavriil, the new black Kawasaki Vulcan walked back to a nearby parking spot
before he continues on with them, into the park. The man's dressed in the usual
trench coat...a red lace-up shirt and jeans underneath. His facial hair is
scratchy right now, almost a week without a shave, and he seems to be in a very
placid mood as he moves.
Lucien Bourikas: (He needs to get a long
poolstick case *nodsnods*)
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Ahh!))
Dara : (LOL)
Morgane Kristanovitch: She was in the car as well,
and walks along side Lucien. She looks different somehow she is smiling. Wearing
a pair of hip hugger jeans and a niceshirt tucked into the jeans. Boots on her
feet and her long jacket on as well. Her hairt has been pulled back into a
braid.
Lucien Bourikas: He leaves his customary gift
of food in the bushes not far from the entrance, then escorts Morgane down the
walk to a bench.
Gavriil Kazimir: *he takes back the
cigarettes and inspects them ever so briefly before looking up to her face. He
half smiles and nods to her* Thank you..
Morgane Kristanovitch: She takes a seat on the
bench. "It is getting warmer. Do you know how warm it would get here during the
summer?"
Dara : *she nods and quietly smiles back,
murmuring* welcome...*hands free of anything to do now , one fidgets with a
strand of hair, the other with the pack strap over her shoulder*
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over at the
other two with a chuckle, shaking his head, as he walks along. His eyes, as
always, scan the vicinity around them as he moves.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]:
d10: Per+Alert: 4,8,9,1,4,10,
Lucien Bourikas: "I've heard it gets up in
the 90s. I'm used to hot weather, but I think it is the concrete and steel in
the city that will make it heat up worse."
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He's been more on the
ball, but he does note Morgane and Lucian up ahead. He purses his lips a moment
before smiling and moving in that direction.
Gavriil Kazimir: *he watches her fiddle
with the strand of her hair and then laughs quietly when he realizes that he's
staring* My apologies..*he says quietly before he looks up and around to see
what Aerin is looking towards*
Morgane Kristanovitch: She nods her head. A flkash
of something in her eyes as she looks around the park a moment, taking deep
breaths of the air. this was so much better than sleeping anyday of the week.
Dara : *looking to gavril at first from
the apology, she blinks then looks towards where aerin does, waving to morgaine
when they get closer*
Morgane Kristanovitch:
d10: Per+Alert: 4,4,5,8,2,3,
Morgane Kristanovitch: She catches Aerins
approach and smiles timidly to him. Telling Lucien. "Aerin is here." then
calling out "Good evening Aerin."
Lucien Bourikas:
d10: Perc/Alert: 5,10,4,5,3,
Gavriil Kazimir: *he looks where the others
are looking. Ah, the cocktail waitress, she adores him*
Lucien Bourikas: He had caught movement as
well, and recognizes the other man. "Good evening." He stands, giving Aerin a
deep nod of his head.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He smiles to Morgane,
hands going behind his back as he nods his head warmly toward her, then over to
Lucian. "Morgane. Lucian. Good to see you both tonight. How are you?"
Morgane Kristanovitch: ((ummmm...I do not think so
Gav. *Chuckles*))
Morgane Kristanovitch: "I am okay, and yourself?"
she asks Aerin, and then she see's Gav and Dara. she nods her head to them Dara
get's a smile though. "Good evening."
Lucien Bourikas: He extends his hand to
Aerin. "Good to see you as well." His eyes hold a question, he had heard rumors
through the grapevine it seems.
Dara : *she just walks quietly along with
towards lucien and morgane, fingers going back to fidgeting and twirling with
the strand of hair again absently*
Gavriil Kazimir: *he laughs quietly when
Morgane doesn't greet him. Ah, quite the impression he made upon that one. He
looks to Lucien and nods* Well met, I am Gavriil. *he withholds the rest of his
lengthy intro*
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "I'm of two minds
about that question," he says with a shrug. "At the moment, I'm quite well.
Crisises loom ever closer, but for now, all is well." He smiles to her, then
looks to Lucian and takes his hand, shaking it. The questioning look gets a
simple smile.
Lucien Bourikas: He gives Gavriil a polite
nod of his head, looking the other man over, but discreetly. "Well met, Gavriil.
Lucien Dikastis." He extends his hand then to Gav.
Morgane Kristanovitch: She presses her lips together
and nods. "There shall always be a crisis looming ever closer, But I am glad
that you are well right now." smiling.
Gavriil Kazimir: *he takes Lucien's hand
briefly after Aerin does. He then steps off to the side and out of the way. He
looks down at his clothing, wrinkled and dirty, what a first impression. He
looks back towards Dara then watching her for a brief moment as she resumes
twirling her hair*
Lucien Bourikas: "We were created for
crisis." Not said to anyone in particular.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]:
d10: Per+Emp (Morgane): 3,4,2,5,7,3,8,
Dara : hey, morgane...*smiling quietly to
her, nodding to lucien* hello...
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (open?)
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: A slight quirk of his
brow, smiling a little as he watches Morgane for just a moment, noting the
change in demeanor from the last time they met.
Gavriil Kazimir: (open)
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Yep!))
Lucien Bourikas: He extends whatever level of
pressure Gavriil does in the handshake, and releases when he does. He nods then
to Dara. "Good evening, Dara, forgive me, I didn't notice you at first. That was
not very gentlemanly of me to not speak first to the lady." He gives her a
gracious smile.
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy stands five feet
eleven inches from the ground, untamed black hair falling just over his dark
tired eyes. Decent is hard to pin, a European mut for sure with a slight lean
toward Italian. He looks to be in his early twenties, just athletic enough not
to be considrered scrawny. He wears weathered ripped jeans, a ratty t-shirt, and
an army surplus jacket. He always has a black backpack slung over his shoulders
and a skate board either tucked under his arm or gliding under his sneakers.
Dara : *she flicks a glance to gavril,
murmuring to him quietly*
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy makes an idle roll
down the path, hands stuffed deep into dingy jean pockets. Greasy locks draped
over his dark eyes. He looks around with a suspiscious gaze. Nervous almost.
Morgane Kristanovitch -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: She is
scared of her dreams, she also feels that she will never be all things a mate
can be with Lucien because of there always being a crisis. She also feels happy
to get out of the house, not have to be supervision of her every movement, and
she is glad that Lucien isn't looking worried about her anymore.
Dara : *looking back to lucien she shakes
her head* thats ok.....its good if I wasnt noticed if you think about
it....*smiling a bit more with a soft chuckle*
Lucien Bourikas: Dara> A light chuckle.
"Yes, I can see what you mean."
Gavriil Kazimir: *he leans the wrapped object
he had been carrying against a tree and then leans himself beside it. He stays
quiet for the most part, simply observing for the time being*
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His brow furrows just
a moment at Morgane, before he offers her a reassuring smile, and looks around.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]:
d10: Per+Alert: 6,2,3,5,9,9,
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Ahh, Andy. He smiles
to the man and raises a hand, waving to him.
Morgane Kristanovitch: She smiles to Dara, over the
banter between her and Lucien.
Gavriil Kazimir: *he nods to Dara* I'm
fine..*he says quietly but not in as hushed a tone as she used* Aside from being
dirty..I am uninjured.
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: You can make out a subtle
squint behind unwashed hair. He turns his roll in Aerin's direction. With a
cautious look to the other people in the gathering.
Lucien Bourikas: He glances to Gavriil at
his statement, "You ran into some trouble?"
Gavriil Kazimir: *he glances towards Andy.
Ah, someone looking dirtier than himself, how convinient*
Morgane Kristanovitch: She catches Aerin's smile to
her and she flushes slightly. "Have you all had an enjoyable evening?" she asks
her eyes looking over them all, except for Lucien.
Gavriil Kazimir: *he shakes his head* No,
just a few fists from an angry Walker.
Lucien Bourikas: He look sto Andy then,
nodding a polite greeting, but checkin ghim out.
Lucien Bourikas:
d10: Perc/Lore: 9,9,4,6,
Dara : *nodding to him and quietly saying
'ok', she looks from gavril, still fidgeting and twirling that hair, towards
andy moving to aerin, waving to him* hey , andy..
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He slips a worn sneaker to
the path to bring himself to a slow stop just behind Aerin. "Uhh.. hey." He says
quietly. He gives the same cautious look around the group. Like he could bolt at
any second. Dara gets a crooked grin, remembering her from before.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He manages to keep the
grin off his face at Gavriil's words, and even to remind him that it was an
accepted challenge. Instead, he just looks over to Andy and smiles. "Hey, Andy.
How are you?"
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He shrugs, looking back to
Aerin. "Ehh.. doin alright. Bored as shit. Thought I might find Kelsey running
around. Think she's pissed at me."
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Oh?" His head tilts
to the right. "What happened?"
Gavriil Kazimir: *he draws a long breath and
exhales slowly. He glances around his eyes falling back on Dara again. He'd
watch the cocktail waitress but that's not as interesting*
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He gives another apathetic
shrug. "Dunno. Haven't seen her around for a while. I don't pretend to
understand chicks. It's just a fairly safe assumption that she's pissed. Seems
to be the trend so far."
Morgane Kristanovitch: She scoots over, and
indicated that Dara can sit down if she wants to. She reaches up and takes
Lucien's hand. Eyes darting around, nibbling on her lower lip.
Gavriil Kazimir: (hey!)
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Hmm." He frowns a
little bit. "She might just be busy...you never know. Women are quite the tough
puzzle to figure out." He grins a bit to Andy, with a wink thrown to Dara at his
comment.
Dara : *seeing morgane take luciens
hand, and thusly the offer to sit, she gives a quiet smile and shakes her head,
fingers fidgeting a bit more now*....Im going to..um...go head out, get
something to eat, or...coffee or something....if...anyone wants to join
me...*looking to everyone briefly, maaybe pausing a bit more on gavril(she is
standing close to him)*
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "And I'm sorry, I'm
being rude. Andy, this is Gavriil, Morgane, Dara, and Lucien, in case you didn't
know any of them."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He shrugs. "I don't give a
fuck. Like I said.. Just been wandering around bored. She's one of the only
people I know in the city that don't creep me out completley. Yet."
Gavriil Kazimir: I should go also, this
cannot simply be carried around all night *yeah that's why he has to go right
then...* Coffee sounds good..would you mind a short walk so I can deposit this
where it belongs? *he asks Dara quietly*
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He looks around the group,
trying to follow names and faces. "Ehh.. hey." He nods. "I've met Dara."
Morgane Kristanovitch: A smile to Dara. "Okay,
thank you for the offer Dara." ((And we lost Dusty.))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods. "Makes sense.
City's full of creepy folk."
Morgane Kristanovitch: She looks over to Andy.
"Hello, a pleasure to meet you Andy."
Dara : *aerin gets a quiet slight
smile,the people creeping him out comment gets a soft thptht from dara to andy,
and she looks back to gavril, nodding* sure...
Gavriil Kazimir: *he nods to Andy, but he
couldn't really care less about making his aquaintence. His nod is curt,
bordering on rude*
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy doesn't seem to mind
Gavriil's rudeness. He gives the same suspiscious look around the park
strangers. "Yeah.. it is."
Lucien Bourikas: (i'm back, sorry... my mind
is wandering around) Aerin> "I agree, and some that you have to walk by and
ignore beating to the ground. I"ve found that difficult, but I'm learning to
deal with it."
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah, it's a constant stuggle," he says with Lucian with a bit of a nod. "Ummm...much as I would love to go out to coffee, I've been out of the city for almost a week, and I have an apartment full of people to go check on, make sure they haven't turned into a Three Stooges marathon and burned the place down." He grins and nods to them. "Raincheck, though?" ((Player getting tiiired...and work tomorrow.))
Gavriil Kazimir: *he glances towards the
others, apparantly they're staying, he looks back to Dara* Ready? I don't live
far from here...it isn't too much of a walk.
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy shifts a bit on his
board. Wobbling to the left.. right.. left. Idly looking around.
Lucien Bourikas: He nods to Aerin. "Of
course, and I'm assuming things went well, and congratulations are in order?"
Dara : (eee*cringes, chuckles* considering
ziahl good choice of words there rav*G*)
Morgane Kristanovitch: "Good night Dara, Gavril."
she says and then look to Aerin and Blinks severl times. "Well let's hope that
did not happen then, Be well Aerin." she smiles to him.
Gavriil Kazimir: (Oh no! Aerin has come back
to find his apartment burned to the ground!)
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "They did go well," he
says with a nod to Lucien. "And thank you."
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Baah. They're
moving anyway. *G*))
Dara : *looking to gavril after saying her
goodbyes to everyone, she nods* ready....and walkings no problem...I actually do
that on occasion, surprise surprise....*managing a slight smile*
Lucien Bourikas: He nods to Aerin. "Then good
night, and congratulations."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He quirks a brow to Aerin.
"Ehh.. congratulations?"
Gavriil Kazimir: *he laughs quietly at Dara's
little joke. He nods once more to the small group but mostly to Aerin, he being
the only one of sufficient status to draw true respect from the aloof Fang* Good
night. *he says quietly before heading off down the path with Dara, the long
object wrapped in cloth still on his shoulder*
Morgane Kristanovitch: She continues to hold
Lucien's hand, as everyone seems to be leaving, she glances aroundm abd pulls
her legs up so that her heals are on the edge of the bench.
Lucien Bourikas: He gives a smile to Andy.
"Yes, congratulations because he has accomplished something." He extends his
hand. "By the way, Lucien Bourikas."
Gavriil Kazimir: (G'night!)
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods a little to
Andy. "That hierarchy thing I was talking about...jumped up a step." He nods to
Gavriil and Dara as they leave, then looks back to the other three. "Good night,
guys. I'll see you later."
Dara : *fidgeting with that strand of
hair again and her pack strap she heads off with gavril from the park* (night to
those leavin*hugs to those who want em*)
Morgane Kristanovitch: A nod and a amile to Aerin.
"Of course." to his see you later. "Have a good night."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He gives an oblivious look
to Aerin and shrugs. "Ehh.. whatever. Have fun with that. Seeya, man." He wipes
his hand on his jeans and shakes Lucien's. "Hey. I'm andy."
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He chuckles a little
to Andy and nods, turning and heading back to his bike.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Thanks for the scene, guys. *Hugs all around and poofs*))