Jocelyn Pasqual: So.... *Rocking in her seat a little*

Connor [PB 4]: d10: per+emp: 6,5,8,5,

Connor [PB 4]: He watches her for a moment, observing the rocking with curiosity.

Connor [PB 4]: He raises an eyebrow "Am I frightening you?" A hint of curiosity in his scotish accent.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Of course not. Why would you? *Chin lifted a bit*

Connor [PB 4]: He seems releaved "I was wondering the same thing, I'm just getting this... feeling coming from you."

Jocelyn Pasqual: Are you good at that kind of thing? Reading feelings?

Connor [PB 4]: He shrugs "I don't know, I think I'm quite average."

Jocelyn Pasqual: You got any family here or anything?

Connor [PB 4]: "Not any direct family, but I have some distant relatives living here."

Jocelyn Pasqual: Oh. That's cool.....

Connor [PB 4]: He raises an eyebrow, that word again, "Is it?" he doesn't seem to see what she's seeing. "It's nice to have family around but nothing special, Don't you have family here?" He tilts his head, watching her

Jocelyn Pasqual: No. Not anymore. *Her eyes flicker away when she says it to some far off point across the park*

Connor [PB 4]: "They're dead?" He's blut and he doesn't seem to be ashamed of it.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Yeah. *Flatly, and obviously a lie*

Connor [PB 4]: He seems a little confused and scratches the scars on his chest absent mindedly, these mixed signals is somewhat to much "They are or they aren't?" he raises an eyebrow.

Jocelyn Pasqual: What happened to you? *Nodding toward the scars a bit*

Connor [PB 4]: He keeps the eyebrow risen "Changing subject are we?" he then glances down at his chest and stops the scratching, he leans abit closer and whispers "A moster did this to me." he seems dead serious.

Jocelyn Pasqual: What kind of monster? *Seeming surprisingly uneffected by the terminology*

Connor [PB 4]: "A big one with claws." He seems supprised by her being uneffect.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her head tilts, and she peers at him quietly*

Connor [PB 4]: "Most people usually doesn't respond very well to me when I tell them this, why are you so ueffected?" He's obviously curious.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: ((Open scene? *EG*))

Connor [PB 4]: ((Yepp))

Jocelyn Pasqual: ((uh oh. *G*))

Jocelyn Pasqual: Most people think you're crazy, right?

Connor [PB 4]: He nods, in more ways then she could possibly know "I've been called that."

Jocelyn Pasqual: Yeah... Well. Monsters all around us, you know? Even where you don't suspect them.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: The man makes his way into Battery Park, looking down at his watch as he walks in. Money and power...that’s what the man projects. He’s quite attractive, in the high-born, aristocratic way, somewhere in his mid-20’s, with well- formed cheekbones, a slightly hawkish nose, immaculate skin, and perfectly coiffed blonde hair, going down to his collar. His eyes, a dark green, hold a cynical, dismissive look in them, behind a pair of small glasses. His body is toned, the body of a man who has worked for his muscle-mass, rather then being blessed with it, and is contained within an tailored suit, sport coat open. An attaché case is ever present nearby, as well as a cell phone at his hip. Everything about the man’s appearance is tailored to perfection, to present no weakness to an enemy, whether that be on the job or on the battlefield.

Connor [PB 4]: He nods at her "Yeah, I take it you've meet some?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: A lot of them, yeah. All different kinds. Why were they after you?

Connor [PB 4] -> Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: ((Description: Connor's an attractiv, although somewhat feral, man with quite short, mezzy and completely white hair and a small goatee. His eyes are odd-colored, the left's green and the right's blue. He stands at 6'6 and even though he's slim, his body shows some impressive muscles. He looks like he's in his early 20's and goes dressed in a pair of black pants, a white shirt with the two top bottens always unbottoned and a black overcoat, toped of with a pair of unlaced boots. Across the chest there are four scars which seems to have been made by... claws? He looks quite stylish in a loose and feral sort of way. A rugged black bag hangs over his right shoulder.))

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: d10: Per+Alert: 7,2,7,5,9,

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: d10: Per+Garou Lore (Con): 8,3,4,9,9,

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He looks around, and his face turns instantly cold as his eyes fall upon Connor and Jocelyn. His lip curls a little bit, and he alters his course, making his way straight in that direction.

Connor [PB 4]: he shakes his head "Oh no, the one who did this to me..." He runs his fingers over the scars "him we, me and some friends of mine, we were after him."

Connor [PB 4] -> Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: ((With that you can guess his tribe right?))

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her _expression takes on an intense look of curiosity* Do you hunt them?

Troy Lawrence [PB 4] -> Connor [PB 4]: ((Nope. Just that he's Garou.))

Connor [PB 4]: "Some of them. And your reason for running across them are?"

Connor [PB 4] -> Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: ((Okey, and yes he's garou))

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She shrugs* Just have.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He walks up to the two of them, stopping about five feet away. He sets the attache case slowly on the ground and then straightens, arms folding over his chest as he regards the two. Saying nothing.

Connor [PB 4]: d10: per+alert: 10,9,4,3,

Connor [PB 4]: He opens his mouth and is just about to answer Joceln when he notice the man looking at them and he turns looking at him instead, sizing him up instinctivly "May I help you?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks over when Connor does, eyes getting huge*

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "We'll see," he says to Connor, before turning his gaze more specifically to Jocelyn. "I believe we met here before, some eight months ago. That time, there were those who protected you. I do not believe they are so willing or able to do so again. Do you?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her mouth opens, then closes, finally settling on shaking her head no*

Connor [PB 4]: Connor lets his odd eyes wander between the two, not sure what he should do. For now he just sits, he's tense but doesn't do anything.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: d10: WP: 9,1,1,10,9,

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: His smile is cold, almost...eager. It's quite the disconcerting look. "No. And so, things come full circle. And I prove vindicated in the end." He looks over at Connor, then unfolds his arms. He starts to slowly crack his knuckles. Something ugly threatening to enter his eyes.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *There's another moment of her gaping like a fish at Troy before words finally work, blurted out and rushed on top of one another* I can't talk to you. You know that.

Connor [PB 4]: "What's this about?" He watches Troy, keeping only limited attention on Jocelyn

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He nods. "And yet, here you are." He looks over at Connor, then back to her. A hand clenches, slowly balling up.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks nothing short of paniced, eyes flicker to Connor and back to Troy* I didn't know. I swear! I just met him. I didn't know. *Scrambling up, book falling from her lap to the ground*

Connor [PB 4]: He raises an eyebrow at the whole thing, looking over at Jocelyn for a moment then back to Troy.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: d10: Per+Subterfuge: 5,5,9,4,9,

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He frowns, looking actually disappointed. He relaxes his fist. "Thirty seconds, Miss Pasqual. If you are not out of view by then, the hunt begins."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She snatches her bag up, but doesn't quite dart away yet* He's dead, you know.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He smiles coldly, eyes glittering with barely restrained malice. "Then their is justice in this world after all. Twenty-six seconds."

Connor [PB 4]: He looks after her, an eyebrow raised. Supprised, curious, confused, all of the above "What is this? Who are you? Why are you treatening her? Who's dead?"

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "Silence, Cliath." It's muttered quietly, so as not to carry beyond the five or six feet around them. Definite tone of command to it. And he doesn't look away from Jocelyn.

Connor [PB 4]: The tone and use of the word cliath shuts him up, pack instinct kicking in. He keeps looking between the two but doesn't say anything, he's still tense though.

Jocelyn Pasqual: I was wrong... *One strap of her pack put over her shoulder, taking half a step away*

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "Yes, you were." He nods. "And now, you live with the consequences. Twenty-two seconds. I remind you, you must be out of my sight by the time I reach zero in order to see your next sunrise."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks as if she's tempted by the idea for a moment, but then ducks her head as the tears take over and skitters away*

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He keeps his eyes on her as she runs, until she is completely out of her site. Like he wanted her to pause, trip...whatever it took for her to not make the countdown. When she's finally out of view, he sighs, disappointed, and looks back to Connor.

Connor [PB 4]: Connor looks after Jocelyn as she runs away then turns to Troy tilting his head slightly, his eyes questioning.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "One of the street people's. Fallen away from us, and banished."

Connor [PB 4]: He throws a look in the direction she disappeared at, then back to Troy, his face shows disappointment and he bends down and picks up the book he had given her, putting it back in his bag.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He nods. "I will...inform our Elder that she made contact. It seems genuinely accidental, but caution is always wise in such things."

Connor [PB 4]: He nods, stands up, takes his coat and swings his bag over his right should. Looking at Troy "I haven't meet have we?"

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "Indeed we have not," he says with a shake of his head. "I have been informed of you, though." He keeps the conversation quiet, and bends down to pick up the attache case, making his way out of the park. Clearly, expecting Connor to follow.

Connor [PB 4]: Connor do follow, he was already planing on following Troy anyway "You have?" With a few last glances in running Jocelyn direction, he makes his way out of the park.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "Yes." He continues on, heading out of Battery and making his way toward Central Park. ((Be there in a few...meet you there?))

 

 

SEPT OF THE GREEN

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He leads Connor into the Sept, moving smoothly through the Brambles with a calm, direct walk. Once through, he brushes a few of the stickers off and moves to a bench to set his attache case on.

Howls-with-Passion, "Connor" [PB 4]: Connor follows Troy and takes a seat in the grass, his odd eyes following Troy. The bag and coat is put next to him in the grass.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: Once the case is down, he turns to regard Connor. "I am Troy Lawrences, Lives-To-Tell-The-Tale by Deed. A Fostern Galliard of the Silver Fangs, of the House of the Unbreakable Hearth, and Alpha to the Peace Eagle Pack."

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: [mind another?]

Howls-with-Passion, "Connor" [PB 4]: "I am Howls-with-Passion also know as Connor, Cliath Galliard of the Silver Fangs. Currently packless."

Howls-with-Passion, "Connor" [PB 4]: ((I don't))

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: ((More the merrier! *S*))

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He nods slightly to Connor. "As I have been told, Howls-with-Passion. Well-met, despite the circumstances of our meeting."

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~shimmers through from the other side, appearning not too far from the other two, dressed in her dedicated clothes, consisting of a very well worn Old Glory t-shirt, jeans and black hiking boots~

Joshua [lupus]: *He is curled up on the ground, a big black dog. He seems to be napping.*

Howls-with-Passion, "Connor" [PB 4]: He nods and then stretches his body "then you also know I'm a lupus?"

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~ears perk hearing the word lupus and she moves over toward them now, not so shyly~

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He nods a little bit. "I have heard such." His eyes flick over, first to Fiona stepping out of the Umbra, then to the sleeping Lupus on the ground. Fiona gets a nod, the dog a slightly warmer one.

Howls-with-Passion, "Connor" [PB 4]: he looks over at the others, not recognising any of them he just smiles in their directions

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~glances to the others, Troy gets a smile, and she remains quiet, curious as to what might get said now; perhaps a knowing smile too~

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "Joshua." It's said calmly, the young Royalist taking a couple steps closer to the napping canine. Just loud enough to rouse him. He'll want to know about the fallen one.

Joshua [lupus]: *The dog opens one eye, and he raises his head. To show his throat.* ~ws~ Sir.

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~more smiling about something as she glances to the four-legger~

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "Good day. I have news you may wish to be aware of...and a Tribemate of mine to meet." He looks over to Fiona and nods to her. "Good evening."

Howls-with-Passion, "Connor" [PB 4]: He lays down in the grass, spreading out as much as he can, absent-mindedly scratching the scars on his chest.

Joshua [lupus]: *He nods.* ~ws~ Of course, sir. *He stands, and stretches, cracking his back. Even in lupus, his voice is decidedly unpleasant.*

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~tilts her head catching tribemate~ Hi, I'm Luna's Heart, called Fiona too, and of the house of Unbreakable Hearth born under the shaman's moon, and a member of the Lodge of the Moon.

Joshua [lupus]: *He blinks at the strangers, and looks back and forth, perhaps a bit curiously.*

Howls-with-Passion, "Connor" [PB 4]: He looks over at Fiona and sits up "I'm Howls-with-Passion, also called Connor and I'm born under the Gibbous Moon", he also looks over at Joshua, speaking loud enough for them both to hear.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: His head tilts a little and he offers Fiona a smile. "Ahh, welcome. Troy Lawrence, Lives-To-Tell-The-Tale by Deed. A Fostern Galliard of the Silver Fangs, also of the House of the Unbreakable Hearth. Alpha to the Peace Eagle Pack." He gestures to Joshua. "Joshua Coil, Fatal Error by Deed, Cliath Ahroun of the Glass Walkers. Also of my pack."

Joshua [lupus]: *The rather angry dog shakes his head. Scruffy, yes. Lack of pure breeding very evident. But dangerous all the same. He nods. And lowers his head, ears leaning back a bit.* ~ws~ Joshua. Fatal Error. Cliath Full Moon of the Children of Cockroach.

Joshua [lupus]: ((DL intro.))

Howls-with-Passion, "Connor" [PB 4]: He nods to Joshua, keeping a smile on his lips.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He looks to Joshua. "Miss Pasqual made introduction to Howls-with-Passion today. In Battery Park...though I believe it was accidental."

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~larger smile to Troy~ My mate's and also former roommate spoke highly of you. Claire. An honor to meet you and another of my house. ~glances to Joshua~ And another wolf born too?

Joshua [lupus]: *He blinks.* ~ws~ I thought she was dead. *He looks to Fiona.* ~ws~ No. I simply prefer this form.

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~is quiet and tilts her head, obviously more curious at Joshua's answer~

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "Only to us, Joshua. Unfortunately, the Wyrmspawn's whore still lives."

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~again speaks, shaking her head and losing the confused look after her attention moves from Joshua~ Connor, you were at that restaurant when Aerin-rhya was there and that Wyrmspawn ~spitting the last word as she says it~

Howls-with-Passion, "Connor" [PB 4]: He looks over at her "Yes, I was. I didn't see you there?"

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He raises his brow, looking from Fiona to Connor quietly.

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~blinks~ Excuse me? How in the world did you miss me? ~doesn't sound pleased about something as it is~ If I remember correctly you were talking to a Wyrmspawn about your battle scars and such. Did you never learn about the Veil?

Howls-with-Passion, "Connor" [PB 4]: "Of course i did, I just wasn't paying much attention. It was mostly on the wyrmspawn in question."

Joshua [lupus]: *He looks back to Conner, and blinks once. Perhaps waiting for explanation. And then back to Fiona. More of a listener than a talker.*

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~puts her hands on her hips~ Apparently so. But you still didn't answer my question. Why were you talking to a stranger about your battling monsters? Have you never learned the Litany and what consitutes a Veil breech?

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: His hands fold behind his back, watching the two in silence. His _expression is even, almost blank as he listens.

Howls-with-Passion, "Connor" [PB 4]: "I have never meet anyone believing in mosters, so out of my view point I was just telling a story, which up until know always been seen as nothing but a story. Besides I never got as far as to actualy saying anything that would breach the Veil, neither was I going to. I modify my stories to suit human ears."

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "You spoke with somone you thought a common person about monsters?"Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: What the hell do you tell stories to humans about monsters? Your view point? ~looks like she's about to spit nails at him~ You need to stop telling wild stories to the two leggers! As was the case with that Wyrmspawn you found out that some do indeed believe. Then that leads to more questions.

Joshua [lupus]: ~ws~ Maybe you should stay within the Sept, *He offers to Connor.* ~ws~ Until you learn to live as a two-leg.

Howls-with-Passion, "Connor" [PB 4]: He nods in Troys direction "Yes, and as i said if I had actually gotten to the point in my story where "the monsters" appear I would have made it sound like a story, similar to the ones humans tell each other." he seems calm as he turns to Fiona "Yes, I can see that New York is very different from Scotland and I learn from my misstakes" he the looks over to Joshua "The best way to learn is to experience."

Joshua [lupus]: ~ws~ But if your experiences reveal secrets to a complete stranger, you could not only destroy the Mother's secret, but the Lady as well. And then we would have words.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "Since when is it permissible to speak of such things in the real of the Austere Howl?" His brow furrows, and he frowns deeply. "I am sure Gavin-rhya, our Grand Elder who also comes from that realm, would not agree. You will stay here until he can speak with you, Howls-with-Passion."

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~nods to the other two there who at least have more common sense then Connor~ Obviously you need to learn more how to deal with the two-leggers in a more controlled environment. You are a serious Veil breech to us with your loose mind and tongue.

Howls-with-Passion, "Connor" [PB 4]: He looks at Joshua "I didn't reveal any secrets." He then sighs but nods to Troy "As you wish." He shakes his head slightly to himself.

Joshua [lupus]: *He cants his head.* ~ws~ I work with monsters and I STILL do not talk about it at work.

Joshua [lupus]: ((I'm going to have to drop for a bit. Stupid dog. I'll be back later.))

Howls-with-Passion, "Connor" [PB 4]: "I fail to see what that has to do with my stories." He shrugs

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: "If a hunter were to hear such things...or a Wyrm creature...they would be able to manipulate you in ways so as to learn about us. Breaking the Veil is not merely using terms like 'Garou' and 'Kinfolk,' 'Weaver' and 'Wyrm.' It is anything that draws attention to who you are. And would bring danger upon this Sept." He nods to Howls-with-Passion as he concedes to the Fostern's decision, and looks back to Fiona, then Joshua.

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~nods in agreement with the Fostern Fang~

Howls-with-Passion, "Connor" [PB 4]: He looks between the three but doesn't say anything, just shaking slightly his head. His eyes then starting to look around the sept, after what is anyones guess.

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: His brow raises as Connor shakes his head. "You disagree with my words, Cliath?"

Howls-with-Passion, "Connor" [PB 4]: His eyes stoping at Troy "Huh? No, I don't Troy-ryha." He seems like he's ignoring someone, placing his focus on Troy instead of what ever it is.

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~quietly listens~

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: A frown, but he nods slightly, before stepping away. "Good. I will notify Gavin-rhya that you await him at my earliest opportunity. I trust that you will be here when he arrives."

Howls-with-Passion, "Connor" [PB 4]: He nods "I'll be here"

Joshua [lupus]: *He shakes off slightly, and grunts.* ~ws~ Mayhap he has some sort of mental problem, sir, that causes these lapses.

Eddie: ((is there room for another? *G*))

Howls-with-Passion, "Connor" [PB 4]: he looks at Joshua and scowls "I have no mental problems."

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: ~smirks at Joshua's comment but still remains quiet~ [doesn't matter to me]

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: ((I'm gone in, like, 10 minutes, so sure. *S*))

Howls-with-Passion, "Connor" [PB 4]: ((I have no objections))

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He looks at Joshua, but says nothing about it. Such things are not spoken of among the Tribe. "Very well. I will go find Gavin-rhya now. Luna's Heart, a pleasure...Joshua, as always."

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: Then you have not received proper training in the ways of the real world and of the two leggers ~she snaps to Connor~

Eddie: ((*chuckles* thanks!)) *the lovely young woman inches through the bramble, dual eyes alert. dark blonde hair needing a trim by now, falling slightly over her face* ((please PM me for a DD? *G*))

Fiona ~Luna's Heart~ [pb 3]: Thank you Troy-rhya. A pleasure as well to have met you finally and another of my Tribe.

Joshua [lupus]: *He blinks to Connor.* ~ws~ Are you sure? *He cants his head, and... unlike most people who would simply mean it as an insult, it seems... he thinks it a viable option from the slightly puzzled look on his muzzle.*

Troy Lawrence [PB 4]: He smiles to them both, and to Connor, before he turns to leave. Eddie gets a smile as well, warmth on his face as their was with Joshua, and he reaches out to put a hand briefly on her shoulder as he walks by. "Eddie. Good evening." Both a hello and a goodbye as he departs.