Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She's in no hurry. And not even really bothering to take much of a look around. Once clear of the brambles, she moves towards the common area people sit, and pulls up some grass. Sitting down comfortably, leaning back on her hands, and stretching her legs out, ankles crossing~

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He makes his way through the Brambles, shrugging off the little stickers to the trench coat. It's been easily a week or so since the man's been seen in the Sept. The man looks tired as usual, and maybe a bit duller in the eyes. More bitter, if that were possible. He takes a tighter grip on his staff and makes his way in, looking around. Underneath the trench is a crimson lace-up shirt, undone about halfway down, and leather pants. The steel-toed Docs finish the ensemble. Hair is black, falling loose, and his face has enough stubble to be noticable...the five o-clock shadow look.

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: d10: paying attention?: 9,2,10,10,8,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Alertness: 6,10,8,6,2,6,

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She glances up at the noise, and spots Aerin more than easily enough. She gives a short nod, then turns her eyes up to the clear skies~

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks up, noting Maya, and smirks a little bit. He makes a slow approach in her direction, lifting his chin in a nod.

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~Some resituating, adjusting her wrists a bit, but other than that not much for moving around. Nor does she keep her eyes on him long enough to see the smirk or the approach~

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Warm night," he says with a grunt, moving to take a lean on his staff next to where she's sitting. "Won't have too many more like this this year."

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She turns her gaze over to him, then nods a bit. The tone a bit off. Not quite cold, but not warm either. Enough to be respectful, but still distant.~ Which is why I'm taking advantage of it. How are you doing?

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He shrugs. "Same old, same old. Fucked beyond all reason. You?"

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She snorts to that, nodding~ Not far behind you, actually. Well, likely not as bad off as you could get. But for one of my station, it's not a good position to be in.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "You?" He gives a half-hearted raise of his brow. "Why, what happened to you?"

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She frowns, shaking her head, then shrugging her shoulder~ It's nothing. Just probably me being rediculous. Arn told me to not get involved in something with certain... criteria. Which, I didn't, not in that aspect, but found myself getting involved in other ways and still with the same results. ~A dry chuckle~ Sorry, I'm not making any sense, am I?

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks away, toward the Brambles. "No, you're making perfect sense. Arn told you not to fuck a non-Garou, and you ended up doing so, right?" He gives a half-hearted shrug. "Happens to the best of us."

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: No. He told me to stay away from.. certain Garou. To not get involved to learn things on behalf of those here that have no decisions made. I will not get involved with anyone outside of ours in that regards. Ever.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Ahh." He nods a little bit. "Well, you probably don't want my advice on the matter, then."

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: It's not advice I need. ~She chuckles, shaking her head~ It's the hurry up and wait game. The outcome will depend on the trials and that's that.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Okay, you're speaking in vagaries here, and losing me."

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She takes a deep breath, then sighs it back out~ My family has very.... very strict standards on mating permanently. Trials must be initiated. Long story short, is that if one goes to those that are responsible for me, and succeeds in the challenges, then I go with them without question. Regardless of my own personal opinion of it.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks at her, staring for a long moment. "That...is about the most retarded thing I've ever heard in my entire life. And believe me, I've heard some stupid motherfucking things."

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She scowls, looking at him~ I would not dishonor my family by refusing someone that proved strong enough to be a suitable mate. Period.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He snees some. "And if a man who would beat you every night until you were black and blue and sell children to slave markest was strong enough, you'd go perfectly happy into the night to become nothing more then a sex toy and a punching bag?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((sneers))

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She smirks~ Absolutely not. I would go with them, yes, but I wouldn't simply stand by and let that happen. I am no one's punching bag.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "You would be." He shrugs, looking off into the distance. "Because you can't fight something like that. You fight back? He'll go Glabro and make it worse. You try to run? He'll get a spirit to follow you and have you killed for daring to disobey. You try to stop whatever he may want? And a punching bag is gonna be glad it's not you in the terms of abuse you'll take."

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She shakes her head~ I have enough faith in those above me to see that they would not put me in a situation like that.

Grace Brenner: ( Open? :) )

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He smirks and shakes his head. "Your faith is sorely misplaced, Maya. Why don't you ask around about the Derabka Ver?"

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ((Yupyup))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Sure. *S*))

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~Her eyes harden some, watching him~ Not to disrespect, rhya, but when did you care enough about a Grimhild to give lectures on faith and honor to the blood?

Grace Brenner: Slowly, the half-Korean kin makes her way to the Sept, a bit cautiously. Dressed in blue jeans, pink and white sneakers and the usual glossy black jacket with the star of life embroidered over her heart. Dark hair up in a businesslike bun, and her face untouched by make-up.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He snorts. "Please. Your brother may be a waste of flesh, blood, and spirit, but you, I kind of thought there was hope for." He looks over at her. "Was I wrong as usual?"

Grace Brenner: Voices; perhaps some tension, though she can't yet make out the words. She hesitates only briefly before heading towards the two.

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She raises a brow at him~ Hope for with what? I know my place, and I accept it. I don't take things as personal attacks, or beatings on who and what we are, being halfbloods. You may see me ass some uppity bitch that needs to be taught a lesson on somethings, but I am far from it. Uppity bitch... ok yes I will give that much. But I don't try to be anything I'm not. I do what is neeeded, where it's needed, when it's needed and then some without question or fail. Just because I have very firm beliefs on the matters of mating doesn't make me weak or any less than any other. ~Her jaw tightens, pushing to her feet as she watches him, her chin lifting proudly~ I, unlike others of my station, don't mope, sulk, or otherwise whine over what's expected of me. But to those like you, that's apparently pompous and dilusional.

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ((heh... woops. Didn't quite mean to make a whole speech out of it. ~L~))

Grace Brenner: Catching the tail end of Maya's speech, she slows her steps, stopping a short distance from them. What great timing. She lifts her hand in greeting, but doesn't speak up yet, not wanting to interrupt.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His eyes narrow. "It's not your pride that offends me, Maya. It's your stasis. You serve the Weaver stronger then anyone I've ever known when you say shit like that. You're a cog in a machine, not an individual. And mindless drones with pretty faces and bars are still nothing more then mindless drones."

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~Her eyes narrow at him, shoulders tensing. She hasn't seen Grace yet, her focus narrowing on Aerin, her tone dropping to flat out coldness~ I express my personal opinions to those that matter.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over at Grace, giving her a brief, short nod, then looks back to Maya.

Grace Brenner: She lifts a hand to cover her mouth and coughs lightly, delicately. Politely letting them know she's there without actually interrupting, as she doesn't wish to... eavesdrop.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah." He snorts. "To those it's safe to do so to. Keep telling yourself that it's your brother that matters in this world. That the people who have destroyed themselves and sacrificed everything they had and everthing they are--who actually dared venture outside the safe boundaries of the Sept to hurt and scream and suffer because it was what was needed to be done--don't fucking matter." He shakes his head. "I was wrong. Your delusions DO offend me."

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She does glance over at the cough, giving Grace a nod, before turning her gaze right back to Aerin~

Grace Brenner: She frowns slightly. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to intrude, but..." Clearly, she has something to add, but trying to be... polite.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (open? will totally understand if you'd like andy elsewhere.)

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She sneers, taking a step back~ I hide behind no one you arrogant, self righteous, over inflated.... ~She takes a deep breath, cutting herself short. Her chin lifts once more, eyes still narrowed still~ I do not know the full story on it, and maybe I will look into it. But I highly doubt that I want to hear it from the likes of you.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Naah, it's cool.))

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ((Jump on in! ~G~))

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ((Just mind the tension bomb -_^))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over at Grace, brow raising. "Please, by all means. Speak." Maya's comment gets a smirk. "No, I doubt you do. Because the truth fucking hurts sometimes."

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: The streetrat stumbles into the clearing. His pack is slung absently over one shoulder, board clutched under a lanky arm. Clean, save for just leaving work not terribly long ago.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (bah.. here lately andy's been a walking tension bomb. it'll be nice to see that people still squabble about seemingly important thigs)

Grace Brenner: "What do you expect, really? You say like it's a bad thing to speak your opinion to those it's safe to do so."

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: Somehow I doubt your version would be the full truth. What makes you any different from what you seem to think I'll walk into? Go to hell. I won't fall for the bait. ~Her eyes snap over to Grace, then she turns and starts walking back towards the brambles~

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He gains a subtle frown, glancing over the trio. In lieu of approaching, he settles in a patch of grass a few yards back. Plopping down on the ground to absently overhear.

Grace Brenner: A sideways glance at Andy as he stumbles in, and a quick smile at him before looking back to Aerin and Maya.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He rolls his eyes. "No, Grace. But I'd hoped to Christ that someone around this fucking place had some balls to say what they felt besides those who's backs were against the wall. But I guess that would require courage, something I've noted that the Get of Fenris seem to seriously lack around here."

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: d10: wp: 5,6,5,3,4,

Grace Brenner: She sighs as Maya heads off, seeming torn on whether to follow or not, but Aerin's comment gets her attention. "Courage, or stupidity, perhaps." She shrugs. "There are reasons for not speaking your mind for the whole world to hear other than cowardice."

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy blinks up to Aerin. Expression a bit more blank than usual. Not nearly as pissed as when they'd last spoken. "Dude.. I usually say what I feel around here.. and for it, I get snapped at, made fun of, and not taken seriously. Usually by high rank assholes like yourself.. if you wanna know the truth of the matter."

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She... freezes. Her fists balling up. Then a slow turn, the fury in her eyes clear as day. Yep. We have liftoff. Her voice rising as the words pour from her lips with passion born of that inbred temper~ Sie dumm, arrogant, Sohn eines Weibchens. Ich lasse mehr Mut in meinem kleinen fucking Finger als Sie in Ihrer gesamten Kriegform tun. Ich bin nicht hinsichtlich des Köder Stammvölker Dorn weniger, das keine Wahrscheinlichkeit in der Schlacht gegen Ihre Raserei stehen würde. Ich habe Ehre und mich Willensnicht. Schmach... mein Blut.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "And there are reasons for speaking your mind besides stupidity. Such as taking a stand against what you know is wrong." He looks over at Andy and scowls. "Yeah. Because I never extended myself to you, Andy, right? I didn't put my body over beds of fucking coals to try and give you what you wanted, and when I gave it to you, you spit in my face on the worst night I've had in a long-ass time. And that says something."

Grace Brenner: She blinks at Maya's outburst, clearly not comprehending a word. Except maybe the 'fucking'... yeah, she got that one.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He dismisses Maya's tantrum with a wave of his hand. "You know what? It doesn't matter anyway. None of it does...so forget it. My fucking apologies to you all for not doing enough for each and every one of you. For not giving my complete body and soul, when none of you ever gave me a fucking dime." He turns to go.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He narrows his eyes to Aerin. "Dude.. you should know how much it took out of me to ask you for help. You've always said.. if I needed anything.. to fucking call you. That time.. that one fucking time.. I needed you. I didn't FORCE you to help me.. you offered. YOU were the one who promised to call me with a followup. But you know.. whatever. It's straight. Just lets me know that despite what you motherfuckers say.. you can't rely on ANYbody. Ass." He slumps forward. Looking down to his sneakers.

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She stands there, nostrils flaring, breathing to regain some measure of control over her mouth, watching Aerin~ Maybe.... if you weren't so quick to spit all over my family, I might be a little more receptive to anything you had to say. ~She turns on her heels, and moves out to the park proper, not even giving Grace or Andy another glance~

Grace Brenner: A glance at Andy as he slumps, concern evident in her dark eyes, but she's not quite done yet. Looking back to Aerin, she speaks calmly. "You know, I did that. But as it happens I was told to shut the fuck up. When you're outranked, you're outranked. Right?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Fuck off, Andy." He turns back and looks at the kin. "Yes, I offered. And it just so happened that it happened on a bad night. The night that my fucking MATE left me. Just like everyone...because I wasn't enough for him. Or you. Or anyone else, it seems. I'm done being at people's beck and call. You'll be better off with others, anyway. Maybe they'll be a better doormat...or at least they'll be able to do something."

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ((Hey guys I'll be back in like 10. Maybe. heh. Maya will likely be out in park proper or over by the pond, but I need to do some dishes right quick so going to drop nick))

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He gives a quiet, bitter laugh. Not looking up to the man. Toying with a bit of grass. "Right.. cause that's ~so~ me.. Get over yourself. Seriously. I've been turning down your help.. and everyone elses since I got to this fucking city. It was YOU.. that insisted I step down and take it. And I did. Once. What do I get for it? I get fucked off.. because you had a bad fucking night. You're not the only one that has bad nights, Aerin. I know my shit doesn't matter to do. I know that.. really. And it shouldn't. But if you don't care.. don't fucking pretend to."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah. And then you threw money in her face and fucking walked out on her. Just like everyone walked out on you. Ironic, isn't it?" He smirks a bit, and turns again to leave. "Goodbye, Andy."

Grace Brenner: She looks from Aerin to Andy and back, a slight frown on her face as she tries to piece it all together.

Grace Brenner: "I don't think this is helping things." Spoken softly, possibly to no one in particular.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: His frown creeps up again and he pushes up from the ground. Narrowing his eyes at the back of Aerin's head. "What the fuck.. gives you the right to talk about shit you don't fucking understand, Aerin? Eh? You don't fucking know me.. You don't know what happens. Lemme guess.. Kelsey.. told you what fucking happened between me and brice.. right? What else did she tell you? I thought you of all people.. had the capacity to keep in mind that there are always more than one side to a fucking story. How DARE you.."

Grace Brenner: Well, shit. She sighs. "Andy..." Touching his arm lightly.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He whirls, hand gripping his staff tightly. "You wouldn't LET me know you! How much did I try??" His jaw's set, eyes angrily boring straight into the kin. "Answer me, Andy! How much did I fucking try to know you? You have NO idea how much I tried to help you out. NO fucking clue. And I'm fucking tired of trying and getting nothing back. The free ride ends right fucking NOW!"

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He pulls away from grace. "Don't fucking touch me.."

Grace Brenner: She lets her hand drop, not appearing offended in the least. Watching Andy and Aerin carefully.

Knife: (Mind another?)

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He steps toward the angry garou. Furious, still. "You knew me better than anyone else in the fucking city, Aerin. I told you everything you wanted to fucking know.. when you had the time. I never ASKED for you to give a fuck about me.. but when you acted like you did.. I fucking RESPECTED you for it.. which might not mean shit to you.. but it meant a hell of a lot for me. I took up for you when others were telling me what a ripe ASS you were. Even to Arn and his fucking crew.."

Grace Brenner: ( AHHH it lives! I mean... I don't mind )

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (don't mind.)

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Bring it on. :) ))

China: ((Slow ass ~L~))

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He continues to step Aerin's way, angrily closing the gap. Fists balling to his side.. because.. that's a good idea. "You wanna sit there.. and make fucking jokes about how ironic it is that my baby's fucking dead? You have NO idea what fucking happened so back.. the fuck.. OFF."

Jesse Jones (pb1/feral app): ((Mind one more?))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: ~the large Fenrir lingers by the edge of the clearing as he listens to the shouting. He glances up towards the moon to check the phase before moving into the clearing. A peace maker he's not, perhaps he's of the impression there's blood going to be spilled soon~

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (more the merrier I always say)

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (I don mind.)

Grace Brenner: ( I don't mind )

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah." He snorts. "That's right. I'm nothing but an ass, a waste, a discredit to the Nation. I'm a monster, right? I mean, it's not like I didn't take two silver fucking bullets trying to save people I didn't even know." He grabs his shirt and yanks it up, to show the bullet wounds. "And I'd have done the same for you. But you know what? Fuck Arn. He can blow me. You, I respected. I tried to help. And believe it or not? I fucking did give a shit about you. But I just can't care anymore. There's no fucking point."

Grace Brenner: It's hard to miss Arn's massive form heading towards them, nicely timed with Aerin's 'fuck Arn' comment. Great. Just great.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: I can? *he snorts a bit hearing Aerin's declaration. He looks to Andy and smirks at his anger. How insignificant the anger of kinfolk is compared to the seething rage of the Gaian. He makes no move to step towards them, instead he moves towards Grace* Hey there *he greets the kin woman rather politely*

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He keeps his eyes narrowed on the man, not looking down to his wounds. "Spare me.. you can take two bullets for someone you don't know.. but I'm asking too much by expecting a phonecall you promised.. You're nothing but a fucking hypocrite, Aerin."

Jesse Jones (pb1/feral app): And through the bramble ambles Jesse, dressed in leather, carrying a helmet, hair in a ponytail.

Grace Brenner: "Arn." A nod at the massive Fenrir, polite, if a bit distant. Perhaps she's just distracted by the unfolding drama.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His eyes widen. "People forget things when their worlds destroyed around them, Andy. The bitch didn't even call me, she called Kelsey. For fuck's sake..." She looks over her shoulder, noting Arn, and his expression flares up. "Oh, THIS shit just keeps getting better and better...come to take your shots, Grimhild?" He hasn't noted Jesse quite yet.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he raises a brow at Andy's continuing to speak to Aerin in such a fashion before looking back to Grace* Been awhile, glad to see you haven't grown any.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: If I was here to take shots...people would be laid out already. *he says with a shrug*

Grace Brenner: "I'm sure." Muttered at Arn, her attention mostly on Andy and Aerin.

Jesse Jones (pb1/feral app): She's easily heard the voices and isn't surprised about not being noticed. Jesse takes a look around at the rest gathered around, one hand in her jacket pocket while holding the helmet still in her other.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He conintues his furious stare at Aerin. Contemplating whether or not it's worth being torn to ribbons over cracking the garou across the face with his board. His grip tightens. He pauses for a long moment before stalking off toward the fountain.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He snorts at Arn's comment. "Yeah, by the weight of your fucking ego and your yellow spine. Never mind, Arn. I wouldn't let you blow me with Caroline's lips."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *rather calm and collected he notes Jesse's arrival and nods to the kin woman. He then looks back to Grace* Good to see you're still so personable.

Grace Brenner: A quick glance at Arn, not really listening. "Excuse me." And she heads after Andy.

Jesse Jones (pb1/feral app): "Aerin...." she says quietly, hoping to get his attention.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Such pointless words you spew. If you have a quarrel with me, simply speak the words of challenge...and we shall resolve the issue. *he says to Aerin his look rather indifferent. He does roll his shoulders and crack his knuckles though. He's always ready to fight*

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (switching rooms due to hasty retreat, unless he's snagged before leaving the sept)

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he reaches out to grab Grace lightly by the back of her shirt. Just a quick tug to get her attention* Mind your own business Grace.

Grace Brenner: She shoots a glare at Arn, slapping his hand sharply. "You mind yours." And she heads off after Andy again, unless physically restrained.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over to Jesse, ignoring the Impossible-to-Anger Get, and he frowns. "Stay out of this, Jesse."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he laughs a bit* You are my business kinfolk. But do as you wish. Although generally people storm off when they wish to be alone.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~ -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: (ouch dude, thought post...he does have WP 7)

Jesse Jones (pb1/feral app): She bites her lip, head down. "I ....never mind."

Caroline McGregor: *She's usually not too far away when the big Get is around and tonight is no exception. Apparently she made a stop at the local deli on her way in.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: ((Yes, it's a thought post. He also has Rage of 7, it's a Gibbous Moon, and I have never seen Arn roll Rage before, ever. He acts like he has a Rage 3, Willpower 7 in my opinion. Uadjit's rolled Rage more often then he has.))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~ -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: (I've checked his rage quite a few times, but I'm not going to argue with you. If I did something to anger you I apologize)

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He sighs a bit and looks away from Jesse, back to Arn, glaring at him.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he looks back at the Adren* May I ask you a question Dream-rhya?

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: ((I'm sorry...I am annoyed, because it's a problem I see that's endemic to this site, which is that no one will let their PC's lose control. Maybe it shouldn't have been directly to you, or so hostile. And as to Rage rolls, maybe we just operate differently. I roll everything publicly, even as an ST, because it's open and up-front. My apologies if I came off too brusque...it's a bit of a sore point with me.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He snorts. "Sure. Ask the fuck away."

Caroline McGregor: *She pauses a moment, seems pretty damned tense in here.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~ -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: (It's cool man, you do have a point I don't dispute that. I just like to hold the reigns tightly in some circumstances. I'll take your advice though and roll his rage openly more often =) )

Jesse Jones (pb1/feral app): She looks up slowly again, eyes mostly toward Aerin, with a look of fear and concern in them.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Caroline McGregor: ((Hey...send you an ICQ a few days ago, but you signed off right after. There's been a site-mail in your inbox for about two weeks now that other players are waiting on with you for SL for mage...))

Caroline McGregor -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: (Ooh letme go check.)

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: My prowess in combat exceeds your own, although perhaps you believe that to be in dispute. However, my question to you is, what does one have to do to impress you Dream-rhya? How is it that Kelsey impresses you enough to be in your pack...but I who was victorious over her does not? Does my attitude truly outweigh the spilled blood of the Wyrm?

Jesse Jones (pb1/feral app): She mumbles something under her breath in Japanese.

Jesse Jones (pb1/feral app) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "I really do hate that ass."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Your prowess in combat means nothing when all you do is hide inside this gilded cage of a Sept, going out for occasional strike missions against the Garou. At least Kelsey, much as she screws the pooch worse then Andrea half the time, goes out and involves herself in the world." He shrugs. "But like I said before, fuck it. I'm through being burned at the stake by you people every time I stick my neck out and try to help someone. The world doesn't seem to care if I help, and neither does anyone here."

Grace Brenner: A slight frown on her face, she returns from the direction se left in.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: I hide? *he snorts a bit* That's news to me. I have no pack to travel with...only allies to head out beside. I have never been defeated in combat, single or otherwise. I don't hide.

Jesse Jones (pb1/feral app): She lets out a soft almost pained sigh at Aerin's words, biting on her lip again, taking a few steps back.

Caroline McGregor: *She looks over at Grace as she enters, wondering if she knows anything that's going on. She's too smart to get between the two garou, and it wouldn't do anyone any good except to turn her into mulch should things get nasty.*

Grace Brenner: A quick smile to Caroline; it's been a while. "Hey."

Caroline McGregor: *A smile in return. She nods towards Aerin and Arn.* what's going on? *she asks quietly.*

Grace Brenner: Speaking to Caroline in a soft voice. "Lot of nasty feelings being aired out tonight, it seems." Glancing back over her shoulder towards the fountain, some concern in her dark eyes.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah, right. You don't hide at all." He shakes his head. "Keep talking big and spending all your time fucking the kinfolk behind closed doors. Keep threatening to beat people in the Sept where it's safe. Just don't try to take the high ground with me. I don't want that road anymore, and you damn sure don't deserve to be on it. I need a fucking drink."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: I'm not on the high road...I'm just taller than you.

Caroline McGregor: *She nods.* So I see. *She looks from Grace to the two garou, frowning in concern.* I hope they just stick to words.

Grace Brenner: "Oh, this is nothing to the yelling before. This shouldn't be a problem." Or so she hopes.

Caroline McGregor: *Her eyes narrow a bit, and her jaw sets.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah. One of these days, you'll actually have the guts to take a swing, and prove your dick's not as small as the Fianna girls say it is. Cowardly wastes of flesh, blood, and spirit...and here I hoped I was wrong about the Fenrir." He starts to head off to the Brambles.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he growls* You can attempt to insult me all you wish...but do not call into account the legacy of my heritage. The Fenrir are the chosen of Gaia...you are merely the children. *those standing close to the man might be able to percieve the hair on the back of his neck stand up*

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): She hesitates, watching Aerin take off. She doesn't say a word.

Caroline McGregor: I don't know which one I should be annoyed at. *She says, fuming ever so slightly.*

Grace Brenner: "Probably both." A weak smile at Caroline. "Works usually."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He stops and looks over his shoulder. "Hmm. Funny, I thought that was the Silver Fangs. Your vaunted chosen of Gaia take a backseat to the equivalent of Prince Charles and the inbred, niece-fucking Royal Family. That must suck to be you, huh?"

Caroline McGregor: *she snorts in agreement, keeping silent; probably biting her tongue.*

Grace Brenner: "He's really trying to pick a fight." She mutters.

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): That little comment makes her grin ever so slightly.

Caroline McGregor: *It takes her a moment to realize the truth in Grace's words and she nods, sighing.* You're right. Perhaps they ought to beat each other senseless once and for all.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Tell me Dream-rhya you wish to fight with me yes? To incite my Rage? To what end? What would be accomplished by yours or some bystanders deaths? My Rage burns hot...and yet you stoke the flames...your purpose must be beyond my feeble Ahroun comprehension.

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): "Please, Aerin......" she begs him quietly, looking more than just a little concerned, and even gives Arn a pleading look with more behind it.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He turns to face Arn, eyes narrowed. "You want a fight, then be man enough to call it yourself, Arn. I'm just speaking silly words. I'll fight with you gladly...hell, that's all the Fenrir seem to be good for around here. Fighting each other, fucking, and passing out after one too many drinks. The rest of us were busy fighting a war while you were doing that."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he's confused for a moment by Jesse's look before he realizes she's trying to keep the peace. Brave girl. He watches her for a long moment before relaxing his posture just a bit*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He shoots Jesse a glare. "Shut. Up. Jesse." And then, just lake that, it's back to Arn.

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): She shakes her head some, more to Arn, hoping he can take her cue.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Stop trying to confuse me Dream-rhya. *he wears a perplexed expression* It's you whose looking for a fight. *isn't he? He furrows his brow*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "But yeah, maybe I should follow your Tribe's creed. I'll...kick your ass, then grab Jesse by her hair and hulk off like a caveman to have my way with her, whether she likes it or not, then drink until I pass out butt-naked in whatever alley I take her in."

Caroline McGregor: *She looks at Grace with a "what the hell" kind of look. The concern is starting to deepen though the annoyance hasn't drained away.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Do not malign the courage of my brethren. Any battle field...anytime...the Fenrir will be there. You can bet your life on that...or the lives of others. Take your pick.

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): Eyes widen for the longest moment, and certainly pissed off then takes form in them as fists start to ball up in her jacket pocket and around the helmet she's still holding. "Fuck you!" she manages to get out. "You've really gone off the deep end...fuck you Aerin...fuck YOU!" And she storms off.

Grace Brenner: She looks... nervous. Knowing she shouldn't be here if there is a fight, but still hoping it will be avoided. She glances over her shoulder again, towards the fountain.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over to Jesse when she flips out, blinking and eyes widening for a moment. It's only VERY brief, before he hardens again and gives her a dismissive gesture. "Yeah, been there done that, Jess. Thanks, though." He looks back to Arn. "I'll bet the lives of others. Mine finally means more to me."

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): "Fucking bastard!" she huffs and disappears into the Bramble.

Caroline McGregor: *She looks after Jesse a moment and then back towards Aerin.* He's finally gone off the deep end. *She murmers.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Blaze the path then Dream-rhya. Sound the horn of battle...the Fenrir will heed the call. I respect your fire Dream-rhya, and you passion. I only wish you to see that I am more than you think I am, if such must be proven in blood..so be it. I would rather it be the Wyrm than ours...but either way will suffice if conflict between us is in the stars.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Bitch," he mutters under his breath.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (and your... that should read)

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He spits at Arn's feet. "Heed the call all you want, Arn. Just don't expect that it's gonna be me that sounds it anymore. Too little, too. Fucking. Late."

Caroline McGregor: *She takes a step foreward, a look of incredulousness crossing her face.* You're just giving up?

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he looks down at the spittle and then back up at the Adren* So be it Dream-rhya.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Silence Caroline. Do not attempt to bridge the gap, your arms are far too short.

Grace Brenner: She shakes her head a bit. "I need to go." Speaking quietly to Caroline. "I'll be around, though."

Caroline McGregor: Don't you silence me, Arn Grimhild. I've seen this sort of thing far too many times. *she says forcefully.* Aerin..you don't mean this.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "You all gave up on me," he says to Caroline, turning away from Arn. "Why the hell shouldn't I give up on you?" A shrug. "I'll deal with the Wyrm, Caroline. But since no one's willing to stand beside me when I needed it...I'm not relying on you all to leave my back wide open. I'll do it my own way. The way I should have. And you all can fucking rot in the beds you rut in."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Do not forget your place half-blood. Do not address an Adren as if you are his equal.

Grace Brenner: Tucking her hands into her pockets, she heads out.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He smirks bitterly. "Listen to the big man, Caroline. Because that's all he seems to think you're good for. You are, after all, only a half-blood." The jibe seems more for Arn then for Caroline, but there's a bit saved for her, too.

Caroline McGregor: Who's given up on you Aerin? Who? *She bursts out, just staring at him.* You're angry and bitter, and I have no idea why.

Caroline McGregor: *Her eyes widen as Arn's words register.* Did you just say what I think you said?

Caroline McGregor: *Poor Grace's farewell lost somewhere in the argument going on.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he shakes his head at Caroline* He bears a weight you cannot possibly hope to comprehend. When the hammer of finality comes crushing...it swings in a wide swath.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah." He nods. "And as long as you let him puts you in your place...you'll remain a half-blood, not a kinfolk. And if you can't figure out why I'm bitter, then it just proves that I'm right...you've been paying FAR too little attention to the world around you. I should have expected, though." He glances at Arn. "And if you think this is Harano, Grimhild...you're wrong. I haven't felt this free and empowered since my First Change."

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She pushes her way back through the brambles~

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Oh, I know you're not sad, I speak only in terms of the beginning....of the end. Ragnarok draws nigh...it seems that you've had a glimpse of what fate holds in store for us when Jörmungandr rises from the sea.

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: d10: paying attention?: 5,4,8,9,8,

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~Something though, other than the voices up ahead, catches her attention. She turns, the fury still burning in her eyes, and looks to the source of the noise that caught her attention~

Caroline McGregor: Don't give me that bullshit, Arn. We all bear our own weights. I can't help it if I can't sprout fangs and claws. *She looks at Aerin, shaking her head.* You're bitter and your angry, and you're pushing everyone away from you. And that anger will keep you from waking up to just what you've said and done to the people around you. That's a great strategy.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he shakes his head at the Fianna kin* Foolish. *he comments with a shrug as she continues to fan the flames*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah. Sure." He snorts. "Too bad it came from my own people. People who've turned their back on me more times then I can remember. Well, watch this, you pissant Fenrir." He turns his back on Arn, and spreads his arms wide. "You gonna take your shot now? That seems to be your Tribe's way."

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She takes a glance towards the others, eyes narrowing at Aerin, and then over at Arn as well. She turns and climbs into the brambles, towards wherever she was looking~

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he snorts* Face me if you've a challenge to deliver. If you wish to do battle...simply say so. I'm right here.

Caroline McGregor: *She rubs her fingers over her forehead, taking a deep breath.* I am sorry Aerin. I am sorry for what you're feeling. And I'm sorry if I've made you feel isolated. Perhaps you're right and I've been too wrapped up in my work...in my own life. It's ironic that if I was able to do that it's because of what you've done. But...*She pauses a moment.* It's just hard to see you like this. Someone I like and admire and trust. It hurts.

Caroline McGregor: *She rubs her fingers over her forehead, taking a deep breath.* I am sorry Aerin. I am sorry for what you're feeling. And I'm sorry if I've made you feel isolated. Perhaps you're right and I've been too wrapped up in my work...in my own life. It's ironic that if I was able to do that it's because of what you've done. But...*She pauses a moment.* It's just hard to see you like this. Someone I like and admire and trust. It hurts.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Naah. I'll go find my fight somewhere in the street, from someone who's not afraid to step up and take the first swing." He looks like he means it, too. He drops his arms, looking back at Arn with disgust. "Typical. You'll only take your shot when you can catch me unawares. Just like the rest of your people. Potshots, knives in the back. Literally, sometimes. Cowards, one and all."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he shakes his head* You're insane. I'm not sure why it took me so long to figure that out...perhaps I'm as dense as they say. If you want to fight, come at me, but what's the point...you're already beaten. What more can be done to you.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Because if you think I believe that the sniping job was the work of kinfolk, you're as full of shit as the Reapers who sold it to me. But I can respect them. At least they're honest about being assholes. I actually have decided I kind of like it." He looks over at Caroline, his lips pressing together. Pain and anger waver in his eyes, before he shakes his head, the anger winning out. "Save your pity for someone who needs it, Caroline. Like him." He jerks a thumb at Arn, and turns to go.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Rage: 7,9,2,2,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he just seems confused* You lost me about 7 leagues back Dream-rhya. Enjoy your evening.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His posture tenses, a low growl coming forth. That Rage radiates off him, and he whirls around, stalking right up to Arn, getting in his face. "I am NOT fucking insane. Insanity is trying to do the same thing again and again and again, expecting different results. I fucking DARE you to prove those God damned words, Arn. Or shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down where you belong. FOSTERN."

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She picks her way in, then wiggles down into a crouch, dropping from sight~

Caroline McGregor: *She looks at Arn a moment than back at Aerin.* It's called compassion Aerin. You used to have a lot of it. I think you still do. You have it, and you need it. Now more than ever.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he balls his hand into a fist and then lets slip a long growl*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: d10: rage: 2,7,3,2,2,4,5,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he takes a step back although he's clearly infuriated. He yields to the words of the higher ranked Garou. He makes no quip in response and lowers his eyes as well*

Caroline McGregor: *She takes a step back and then another in reaction to Aerin's words and Arn's reaction. It seems that the pot has just boiled over.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He snorts as Arn backs off, a mocking little smirk hitting his face, and nods. "Yeah. That's what I thought. Bitch." He turns to walk away again, a stalking motion in his steps.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *if he even heard Aerin's last words he makes no reaction to them. Or at least it seems like he makes no reaction. (wp burnt)*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He finally hits the Brambles and stalks through them, heading out of the Sept. If there's anything there, he either doesn't notice, or doesn't care.

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She stands again, stepping back out into the path within the brambles~

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She stops, looking back into the brambles, and ducks back in~

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app) -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app) -> Maya Grimhild [PB3]: "I hate seeing him get lost in himself like this. Ever since Ethan left him....." she says quietly, almost starting to go after Aerin as she hears him stalking through, but she doesn't, and merely sighs.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he casts a baleful glare upon any who look in his direction. Unfortunately for Caroline she's the only one left in the clearing.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((And outtie. WHEEE! *G* Thanks for the scene, guys!))

Caroline McGregor: *Her chin comes up and she stands her ground. For once she keeps her mouth shut though, especially when she sees the anger in his eyes. She's angry at him too, and it's definately not a good combination.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (Later! Twas fun, thanks to you as well!)

Caroline McGregor: (g'night!)

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ((~LIIIIIX das Birdie~))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Oh...now you're held back by something. *he snorts* How quaint. Perhaps you should have kept your mouth shut before when I asked you too and before Aerin decided to make me look the FOOL! *he roars at her*

Caroline McGregor: *She flinches and takes a step back then her eyes narrow.* I think you were doing that quite well without Aerin's help! *she yells back before wisdom can stay her tongue. There's a look of awareness in her eyes, a half startled flash of fearfulness..afterall...you don't bait an already angry Ahroun.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Oh is that so. *he growls at her* I didn't know you thought so highly of me. You're lucky you're only a half blood. *he says in a gutteral tone*

Caroline McGregor: I wouldn't be with you if I didn't think highly of you, you asshole. But apparently you don't feel the same way. Aerin practically came out and called me your whore and you didn't even bat an eyelash. I guess that's all you think of me, isn't it? You're little half blood Fuck toy. *and there he goes...pissing off the redhead.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: You said it not me. *he growls at her.*

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): She stands in the bramble, even after Maya goes, trying to calm down.

Caroline McGregor: I think you've said plenty. *She snarls and whips around stalking away from him.*

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She slips out of the brambles, not bothering in picking bits of the plants from herself. Still too infuriated to even bother with it, really, though the short talk with Jesse seems to have given her a little more leverage of control~

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Run then! *he shouts at her* He was right! Too much time with the kinfolk and not enough time in battle!

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~And.... that stops her. In her tracks. Her eyes narrow sharply, and her jaw tightens. She turns, and starts walking the other way.~

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: And where are you running to Maykaelia? Frightened are you? *his eyes are burning with Rage although the beast seems to be chained to his will, at least for the moment*

Caroline McGregor: *She gives him the finger the same time she runs into Maya. Staggering back and half turning towards him.* Now who's running?

Jesse Jones (pb 1/feral app): And mustering enough courage, she heads on through the brambles for her bike.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he simply glares at both kinfolk women*

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She stops, though her frame couldn't get any more tense than it already is. A slow turn around, eyes glaring at him. A flicker of a glance to Caroline, and she steps around the other woman, giving her the option to leave if she likes, the words coming out an angry hiss~ Frightened? Of you? Not hardly, Arnwald. You throw big words to those of us that are so much weaker than you.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Continue to push me Maykaelia and words shall become fists...and then claws. We all know you're not smart enough to stop the progression. And I'm an out of control animal one step from the Gates of Malfeas...best mind your tongue sister dear.

Caroline McGregor: *She would have left, but Arn's threat stops her in her tracks and she whips around again.* Don't you dare threaten her. *She snarls as loudly as a rabid garou.*

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: Take it out on me. Do it. Remember the days spent with the tables turned. ~She takes a step towards him, then another~ Will that make you feel better? Ripping me apart in your own anger because someone else put you in your place? I have done -nothing- but heed your words, fullblood. And take shit from everyone around here for standing by my honor and the honor of my blood. So if it will make you feel like the true born you are, then fucking do it.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he snorts and laughs a bit at Caroline* Please. Do not feign strength and courage you do not possess.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Go away. *he growls at Maya, although that's the definition of irony since he chided her for trying to do just that*

Caroline McGregor: *She folds her arms across her chest.* I have enough of both.

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ((~Punts computer~))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Yes, just enough to walk into the maw of the wyrm. Your blood is warm too, they shall enjoy spilling it. Your courage means nothing, your strength insignificant. Go away. Both of you. Go away!

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (ah! two Maya's the horror!)

Caroline McGregor: *Her eyes narrow.* You don't mean that.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: And if I do?

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~Her eyes narrow even more, tiny little slits now, and she takes another step closer~ Keep telling yourself that, Arnwald. But without us, you're alone. Completely. Alone. And what of when you're challenged? Have you thought about that? Yes, dear little brother, the day is coming that you will lose me too. But then.. you haven't been around for that. ~She turns on her heel, and starts moving back towards the brambles~

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ((~Efil cackles~ The Sept couldn't handle two Maya's. It would be total Apocalypse.))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Let them come. All before them have fallen. My strength cannot be matched. When Surtr hefts his blade and sheaths the world in fire...who will stand beside me in battle...those born of the true blood. The final conflict is at hand..only the strongest will live to face it.

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~She waves a hand in Arn's general direction as she steps into the brambles~ I'll be sure to tell Hauser you said so.

Caroline McGregor: *She looks at Maya a moment and then back at Arn.* Than I feel sorry for you.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Sleeping with him too Maya? My, you've set such lofty goals for yourself.

Maya Grimhild [PB3]: ~A pause, and she looks back~ No, not yet. Though he did stay over in the guest room. And I actually too the time to talk with him. Before you even think about lecturing me on it, I did not seek him out. He came and found me. When you're ready to talk, you know how to find me. Otherwise, you're no better than Aerin right now. ~She turns again, and pushes out through the brambles~

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: I care not. Do as you wish. Both of you. Do as you wish. *he growls and makes a dismissive motion with his hand before he turns and moves out in the other direction*