Troublemakers?
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flint_garouWe are a bunch of hooligans out late in the park, eh?
9 March, 2012
The moon is in the waning Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (86% full).
Newfound freedom means that Flint's been out and about much of the day, and darkness and night finds the teenager in Harbor Park, having taken himself on a late evening tour of the neighbourhood. But more specifically, it finds Flint up a tree slightly off one of the paths in the park, a good twelve or so feet up and sitting, legs dangling off a branch, an amused grin on his face. Nor is the boy trying to be particularly stealthy about the fact that he's up in the tree if anyone should happen to walk along the path below. For one, his feet are dangling down. And for two, he's humming along to some rendition of Hotel California in his head, rather well in fact.
Konstantin scowls as he meanders into Harbor Park. He pauses to pull a hardpack of cigarettes from his pants, tapping one dexterously into his fingers, rolling it over his knuckles and into his mouth. A second later, he snaps open an expensive looking lighter and ignites the end of it. A trailing stream of cobalt blue smoke follows the young man.
It's late and Keir's out wandering through the park. A smooth wooden stick—looking more like a staff than a seeing-eye thing—is gripped easily in one hand. His pace is slow, he's whistling to himself, and seems to be in reasonably high spirits for the height of the moon.
After a moment, Flint carefully climbs one branch lower, less foliage in the way of seeing who's about the park, and the humming stops for a moment as the teenager concentrates on climbing. And then he climbs down another two branches, hugging the trunk of the tree to slide back down to the ground when he sees Keir, a faint quirk of grin on his face. "Hey." The greeting's called out when the Stargazer gets close enough, though Flint looks more at the person he doesn't know, watching Konstantin with a sidewards glance.
Konstantin seems to be headed toward the fountain, but seems suspicious that it's actually, y'know, functional. He shrugs his shoulder, letting the cigarette dangle from his lip as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, fishing for something.
Keir pulls up short, the whistling fading out. His head tilts a bit, turning a bit so his shoulders are more or less angled toward where Flint is dropping from the trees. The metis muses: "Flint, hey. What're you up to?"
"Keir," Flint says, a cheerful greeting, and familiar enough as Flint walks a few steps towards Keir. The teenager turns in place to watch Konstantin with a faint furrow of brow, but it doesn't seem to affect Flint's good mood, whatever thoughts are going through his head. "Just out. Was going home, but decided to swing by the park while I was at it, figured no one'd mind now."
Konstantin pulls a smartphone from his pocket, his finger working on the interface rapidly as he seems to be preparing to take some pictures. He glances over at the speakers, but he's not really close enough to overhear them. He still manages to smoke his cigarette, even with both hands occupied with the phone.
Keir grins a fraction. "You talk to Mouse 'n Kavi yet?" It's hard to tell whether or not he's aware of Konstantin or not; he doesn't make it obvious if he is, one way or the other.
The boy nods, fingers tapping to the rhythm of the song he'd been humming on one leg. "I did," Flint says, easily. "And. Salem too, all of them. Last night. Went well. It went well." There is, perhaps, a slight hint of surprise—despite himself—in the last three words.
The phone emits a flash, but it's pretty much a futile gesture, as the darkness is too deep to make a good photo. Konstantin continues to try though, sweeping in a circle, taking pictures every so often. He seems to be smirking a little, in spite of himself.
Keir plants the stick in front of himself, hands folded on top (it's about four feet tall or so), and he gives a half-grin, one thumb absently tapping against the edge; the ring causes an absent click. "Congrats are in order, then? Knew you'd be fine." The flash, however, he does seem oblivious to.
Flint turns his attention to Konstantin a bit more, then just shakes his head, a sort of 'whatever' motion at the actions, and then Flint turns to face Keir once more, a faint shuffle in dragging his feet on the ground. "I suppose they might be," he admits. "Yeah. I got through it, and I get to make the thing, too. Which. I'd hoped for, kinda."
Dariya prowls along the edge of the park, watching for movement and catching sight of the little flashes of light.
Konstantin pockets the phone, the flash replaced by the orange glow from the end of his cigarette. He starts over toward the pair of talkers.
"Good," the Stargazer replies. "What d'you have planned, or should I wait and be surprised?"
"It's a—" and Flint does seem about to say more, until Konstantin gets within earshot, and then the teen's tone changes considerably, now more formal and almost wary. "It's at home," he says after a beat of silence, hands shoving into pockets against the cold, and a more-or-less friendly nod offered to the young man approaching. "Wait and be surprised, I think."
Konstantin takes the cigarette from his mouth, and calls out, "How long has that fountain worked?" He continues to approach the pair.
Keir is either alerted to Konstantin's approach by Flint's reaction or footsteps, but he's apparently aware of him a moment or two before he speaks. The blind ahroun merely shrugs his shoulders loosely. "Dunno. I haven't been in town long. Since I've been here, anyway."
Flint shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know. But I only moved here a few months ago myself," he says, "so I wouldn't, anyway."
Dariya paces a long, circling path that cautiously draws closer—trying to get a look at them, and maybe a listen.
Konstantin arches one brow. "Ah, I see. I'm recently back in town myself, as it turns out." He clears his throat, tapping his cigarette into the grass. "I tried to take a picture. They last longer."
"Might come back during daytime," the Stargazer muses. "How long have you been out of town?"
Konstantin counts on a couple of fingers. "Two years," he mumbles. "Give or take a month."
The thin young woman comes a little closer—close enough to say, quietly, "Kostya." Her voice is neutral, even cool. "I thought that was you."
Flint takes a half a step over to stand next to Keir and face Konstantin, the teen eventually shoving his hans into his pockets. There's a nod from the galliard, but at the moment no words, other than a faint moment of humming, the Eagles again.
Konstantin's brows scrunch for a brief moment as he hears his diminutive. He glances toward the voice, his eyes searching for the speaker. He exhales a sigh, glancing at the two fellows before a smile ghosts on his lips. "Hello," he ventures rakishly.
Keir doesn't really turn towards Dariya, but it's plain he knows she's there; the Stargazer gives a slight smile. "Evening," he says neutrally, and then asides to Flint: "Busy place for this time of night, mm."
"Just a bit," Flint agrees, another twinge of wariness perhaps recognisable in his voice. "Still, it's. Tonight's nice. Even kinda… Even if it's really cold." As if in acknowledgement of 'really cold', the Galliard pulls the slightly oversized jacket closer around him before pulling up the hood of his sweatshirt from underneath it.
Dariya purses her lips, giving Konstantin a measuring once-over that reads "less than impressed". As if dismissing him, she turns her attention to the others. "Yes. It's a little breezy, for chatting out here. Which made me curious. Because if you are friends of his, clearly you would be up to no good…" She slants Konstantin a narrow-eyed, thin little smile.
Konstantin exhales a stream of smoke. "We just met. How much trouble could I possibly get into?"
Such timing. At the mention of trouble, Owen makes hi appearance, not really giving much of a thought to those nearby as he leaves from the direction of the tenement into that park area.
Keir's smile turns a little crooked. "Plenty," the blind ahroun muses. "I mean. We are a bunch of hooligans out late in the park, eh?" And, to Flint, he grins a little: "Just… don't think about the cold so much. The more you think about it, the colder it is."
Dariya doesn't stifle a quiet snort of derision at Konstantin's answer. "So, they are not 'friends' of yours?"
Konstantin shakes his head. "You are so mistrustful, beautiful. I am shocked *shocked* that you would think that of me. After all this time."
Flint laughs, even if the boy's laugh is a little nervous. It's clearly directed to what Keir said, though. "Yes yes," the teen says, turning to Dariya with a faint furrow of brow for a moment before he grins at Keir, regardless of whether or not the blind Stargazer can see. It carries into Flint's words as well. "Just don't. Don't tell mom on me," he half jokes, "I got in. In enough trouble last month."
As Owen passes though, he seems about to pass on by, but the laugh from young Walker catches his ear. Easy enough in that the place isn't exactly crowded, not in this kind of weather. He moves over to join them.
Keir snorts a little laugh. "Don't worry," he assures in a murmur. "I'll keep quiet about it. After all, I'd sorta be ratting on myself, too."
Dariya edges a step back from the group as the tall Get approaches them. "Trust you as far as I could throw you," she murmurs.
Flint cranes his head upwards slightly when Owen gets close enough to recognise in the dark, tensing and then easing back to the faint nervousness. "Hey Owen," the boy offers in greeting, a respectful nod added. "'Sup?" Attention goes back to the Stargazer. "You have a point," Flint admits, amused.
Konstantin chuckles a soft laugh. "I've missed you too," he replies, blowing her a kiss. His phone begins to play a ringtone. He frowns as he answers it, turning away from the group. He shakes his head, apparently speaking Russian—the word Nyet is used several times. He heads toward the street.
Owen watches the one turn and leave for a moment before turning back to regard Flint. "Assuming you're staying out of trouble?" he asks, then turns to give a nod to Keir, forgetting something for a moment.
Dariya narrows her eyes, watching him go. She mutters a single word in Russian that doesn't sound very nice at all, and then turns her attention to the two non-giant strangers. "Be careful around here," she says in her Russian-accented voice. "It can be dangerous at night."
Keir attention shifts towards the other voice; there's a subtle tension that comes and goes in the ahroun, likely just because of the growing crowd. Still, he shrugs it off with more ease than would likely be expected. To Dariya: "Yes, we're well aware. Though I appreciate the warning."
Flint just nods once after Keir speaks, a faint studying glance given to Dariya before Flint outright grins at Owen. "Yes, I am," the boy says, not bothering to crane his head up this time. "'Course I am. Keeping. Keeping busy too," is what Flint settles on saying, with the pauses in speech being as though the Glass Walker can't decide how quite to put something.
"Night, then," the Russian woman says, before walking off toward the street.
Owen gives Flint an odd look, not catching on apparently. He gives a short look to the woman as she turns and retreats like the other Russian-speaker just did, then shrugs.
Flint watches Dariya go, and eases a small bit when it's just him and the two Ahroun left in the park, hands coming out of his pockets to stretch. Another glance that the park holds no one else in earshot, and the boy is a little more straightforward. "I made cliath, Owen-rhya," he states quietly, with a grin. "It. So. A bit busy recently. No time for trouble."
Keir eases as well; and, though he doesn't know Owen, Flint's usage of the title causes a bit of ease, too. "Well, that was interesting."
Owen arches an eyebrow at first, then reaches out to clap the young Garou on the shoulder. "Congratulations. Now, when you fuck up, we'll have to kill you." He says that with a mostly straight face. He then regards Keir for a moment. "You're the Stargazer, right? I remember you giving your introduction at moot."
Flint manages not to take an involuntary step forward, and that grin creeps back onto his face. "Thanks," the Galliard says, falling quiet but for humming cheerfully. Just a few bars of melody that might be recognisable as a Neil Young song.
Keir snorts a bit to the first statement, but rolls his shoulder to the latter bit, in a affirmation. "Yes. Still around, still looking for people to teach. Speaking of, if either of you need anything."
Owen tilts his head. "Happen to know how to make a Hoh ancestor spirit relinquish its curse on a wolf kinfolk that's forced her into a human shape while pregnant?"
Flint falls silent, nose wrinkling a moment, and gaze going slightly distant for a moment when Owen asks the question of the Stargazer. "Sheesh," he breathes quietly to himself.
Now, Owen has the Stargazer's attention. "—wait, what? A wolf kinfolk's forced into human shape?"
"Yeah. Me, neither," Owens states, a little despondently at first. "But yeah. Just that, right there." He rubs at his scalp for a moment, nursing a bit of a headache. "It's a long story, but tell you what: Come out to Kent's Crossing sometime soon if you happen on an idea. I'll fill you in then."
Flint stifles a yawn behind one hand, and then looks to Owen, and then to Keir. "I'm gonna go head home," the boy says, grinning. "Tired as anything." And then, more towards Keir. "Prolly 'cause I haven't slept since last night." If anything, the teenager has been running on sheer excitement and adrenaline, and they're starting to run out.
Keir hesitates a bit, but then bobs his head in a nod. "Will do," he says. "If nothing else, I'd like to find out more. But…yeah, it's getting late. I'll head back with you, Flint."
Owen nods to both. He then congratulates Flint once again before continuing on his way.
9 March, 2012
The moon is in the waning Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (86% full).
Newfound freedom means that Flint's been out and about much of the day, and darkness and night finds the teenager in Harbor Park, having taken himself on a late evening tour of the neighbourhood. But more specifically, it finds Flint up a tree slightly off one of the paths in the park, a good twelve or so feet up and sitting, legs dangling off a branch, an amused grin on his face. Nor is the boy trying to be particularly stealthy about the fact that he's up in the tree if anyone should happen to walk along the path below. For one, his feet are dangling down. And for two, he's humming along to some rendition of Hotel California in his head, rather well in fact.
Konstantin scowls as he meanders into Harbor Park. He pauses to pull a hardpack of cigarettes from his pants, tapping one dexterously into his fingers, rolling it over his knuckles and into his mouth. A second later, he snaps open an expensive looking lighter and ignites the end of it. A trailing stream of cobalt blue smoke follows the young man.
It's late and Keir's out wandering through the park. A smooth wooden stick—looking more like a staff than a seeing-eye thing—is gripped easily in one hand. His pace is slow, he's whistling to himself, and seems to be in reasonably high spirits for the height of the moon.
After a moment, Flint carefully climbs one branch lower, less foliage in the way of seeing who's about the park, and the humming stops for a moment as the teenager concentrates on climbing. And then he climbs down another two branches, hugging the trunk of the tree to slide back down to the ground when he sees Keir, a faint quirk of grin on his face. "Hey." The greeting's called out when the Stargazer gets close enough, though Flint looks more at the person he doesn't know, watching Konstantin with a sidewards glance.
Konstantin seems to be headed toward the fountain, but seems suspicious that it's actually, y'know, functional. He shrugs his shoulder, letting the cigarette dangle from his lip as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, fishing for something.
Keir pulls up short, the whistling fading out. His head tilts a bit, turning a bit so his shoulders are more or less angled toward where Flint is dropping from the trees. The metis muses: "Flint, hey. What're you up to?"
"Keir," Flint says, a cheerful greeting, and familiar enough as Flint walks a few steps towards Keir. The teenager turns in place to watch Konstantin with a faint furrow of brow, but it doesn't seem to affect Flint's good mood, whatever thoughts are going through his head. "Just out. Was going home, but decided to swing by the park while I was at it, figured no one'd mind now."
Konstantin pulls a smartphone from his pocket, his finger working on the interface rapidly as he seems to be preparing to take some pictures. He glances over at the speakers, but he's not really close enough to overhear them. He still manages to smoke his cigarette, even with both hands occupied with the phone.
Keir grins a fraction. "You talk to Mouse 'n Kavi yet?" It's hard to tell whether or not he's aware of Konstantin or not; he doesn't make it obvious if he is, one way or the other.
The boy nods, fingers tapping to the rhythm of the song he'd been humming on one leg. "I did," Flint says, easily. "And. Salem too, all of them. Last night. Went well. It went well." There is, perhaps, a slight hint of surprise—despite himself—in the last three words.
The phone emits a flash, but it's pretty much a futile gesture, as the darkness is too deep to make a good photo. Konstantin continues to try though, sweeping in a circle, taking pictures every so often. He seems to be smirking a little, in spite of himself.
Keir plants the stick in front of himself, hands folded on top (it's about four feet tall or so), and he gives a half-grin, one thumb absently tapping against the edge; the ring causes an absent click. "Congrats are in order, then? Knew you'd be fine." The flash, however, he does seem oblivious to.
Flint turns his attention to Konstantin a bit more, then just shakes his head, a sort of 'whatever' motion at the actions, and then Flint turns to face Keir once more, a faint shuffle in dragging his feet on the ground. "I suppose they might be," he admits. "Yeah. I got through it, and I get to make the thing, too. Which. I'd hoped for, kinda."
Dariya prowls along the edge of the park, watching for movement and catching sight of the little flashes of light.
Konstantin pockets the phone, the flash replaced by the orange glow from the end of his cigarette. He starts over toward the pair of talkers.
"Good," the Stargazer replies. "What d'you have planned, or should I wait and be surprised?"
"It's a—" and Flint does seem about to say more, until Konstantin gets within earshot, and then the teen's tone changes considerably, now more formal and almost wary. "It's at home," he says after a beat of silence, hands shoving into pockets against the cold, and a more-or-less friendly nod offered to the young man approaching. "Wait and be surprised, I think."
Konstantin takes the cigarette from his mouth, and calls out, "How long has that fountain worked?" He continues to approach the pair.
Keir is either alerted to Konstantin's approach by Flint's reaction or footsteps, but he's apparently aware of him a moment or two before he speaks. The blind ahroun merely shrugs his shoulders loosely. "Dunno. I haven't been in town long. Since I've been here, anyway."
Flint shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know. But I only moved here a few months ago myself," he says, "so I wouldn't, anyway."
Dariya paces a long, circling path that cautiously draws closer—trying to get a look at them, and maybe a listen.
Konstantin arches one brow. "Ah, I see. I'm recently back in town myself, as it turns out." He clears his throat, tapping his cigarette into the grass. "I tried to take a picture. They last longer."
"Might come back during daytime," the Stargazer muses. "How long have you been out of town?"
Konstantin counts on a couple of fingers. "Two years," he mumbles. "Give or take a month."
The thin young woman comes a little closer—close enough to say, quietly, "Kostya." Her voice is neutral, even cool. "I thought that was you."
Flint takes a half a step over to stand next to Keir and face Konstantin, the teen eventually shoving his hans into his pockets. There's a nod from the galliard, but at the moment no words, other than a faint moment of humming, the Eagles again.
Konstantin's brows scrunch for a brief moment as he hears his diminutive. He glances toward the voice, his eyes searching for the speaker. He exhales a sigh, glancing at the two fellows before a smile ghosts on his lips. "Hello," he ventures rakishly.
Keir doesn't really turn towards Dariya, but it's plain he knows she's there; the Stargazer gives a slight smile. "Evening," he says neutrally, and then asides to Flint: "Busy place for this time of night, mm."
"Just a bit," Flint agrees, another twinge of wariness perhaps recognisable in his voice. "Still, it's. Tonight's nice. Even kinda… Even if it's really cold." As if in acknowledgement of 'really cold', the Galliard pulls the slightly oversized jacket closer around him before pulling up the hood of his sweatshirt from underneath it.
Dariya purses her lips, giving Konstantin a measuring once-over that reads "less than impressed". As if dismissing him, she turns her attention to the others. "Yes. It's a little breezy, for chatting out here. Which made me curious. Because if you are friends of his, clearly you would be up to no good…" She slants Konstantin a narrow-eyed, thin little smile.
Konstantin exhales a stream of smoke. "We just met. How much trouble could I possibly get into?"
Such timing. At the mention of trouble, Owen makes hi appearance, not really giving much of a thought to those nearby as he leaves from the direction of the tenement into that park area.
Keir's smile turns a little crooked. "Plenty," the blind ahroun muses. "I mean. We are a bunch of hooligans out late in the park, eh?" And, to Flint, he grins a little: "Just… don't think about the cold so much. The more you think about it, the colder it is."
Dariya doesn't stifle a quiet snort of derision at Konstantin's answer. "So, they are not 'friends' of yours?"
Konstantin shakes his head. "You are so mistrustful, beautiful. I am shocked *shocked* that you would think that of me. After all this time."
Flint laughs, even if the boy's laugh is a little nervous. It's clearly directed to what Keir said, though. "Yes yes," the teen says, turning to Dariya with a faint furrow of brow for a moment before he grins at Keir, regardless of whether or not the blind Stargazer can see. It carries into Flint's words as well. "Just don't. Don't tell mom on me," he half jokes, "I got in. In enough trouble last month."
As Owen passes though, he seems about to pass on by, but the laugh from young Walker catches his ear. Easy enough in that the place isn't exactly crowded, not in this kind of weather. He moves over to join them.
Keir snorts a little laugh. "Don't worry," he assures in a murmur. "I'll keep quiet about it. After all, I'd sorta be ratting on myself, too."
Dariya edges a step back from the group as the tall Get approaches them. "Trust you as far as I could throw you," she murmurs.
Flint cranes his head upwards slightly when Owen gets close enough to recognise in the dark, tensing and then easing back to the faint nervousness. "Hey Owen," the boy offers in greeting, a respectful nod added. "'Sup?" Attention goes back to the Stargazer. "You have a point," Flint admits, amused.
Konstantin chuckles a soft laugh. "I've missed you too," he replies, blowing her a kiss. His phone begins to play a ringtone. He frowns as he answers it, turning away from the group. He shakes his head, apparently speaking Russian—the word Nyet is used several times. He heads toward the street.
Owen watches the one turn and leave for a moment before turning back to regard Flint. "Assuming you're staying out of trouble?" he asks, then turns to give a nod to Keir, forgetting something for a moment.
Dariya narrows her eyes, watching him go. She mutters a single word in Russian that doesn't sound very nice at all, and then turns her attention to the two non-giant strangers. "Be careful around here," she says in her Russian-accented voice. "It can be dangerous at night."
Keir attention shifts towards the other voice; there's a subtle tension that comes and goes in the ahroun, likely just because of the growing crowd. Still, he shrugs it off with more ease than would likely be expected. To Dariya: "Yes, we're well aware. Though I appreciate the warning."
Flint just nods once after Keir speaks, a faint studying glance given to Dariya before Flint outright grins at Owen. "Yes, I am," the boy says, not bothering to crane his head up this time. "'Course I am. Keeping. Keeping busy too," is what Flint settles on saying, with the pauses in speech being as though the Glass Walker can't decide how quite to put something.
"Night, then," the Russian woman says, before walking off toward the street.
Owen gives Flint an odd look, not catching on apparently. He gives a short look to the woman as she turns and retreats like the other Russian-speaker just did, then shrugs.
Flint watches Dariya go, and eases a small bit when it's just him and the two Ahroun left in the park, hands coming out of his pockets to stretch. Another glance that the park holds no one else in earshot, and the boy is a little more straightforward. "I made cliath, Owen-rhya," he states quietly, with a grin. "It. So. A bit busy recently. No time for trouble."
Keir eases as well; and, though he doesn't know Owen, Flint's usage of the title causes a bit of ease, too. "Well, that was interesting."
Owen arches an eyebrow at first, then reaches out to clap the young Garou on the shoulder. "Congratulations. Now, when you fuck up, we'll have to kill you." He says that with a mostly straight face. He then regards Keir for a moment. "You're the Stargazer, right? I remember you giving your introduction at moot."
Flint manages not to take an involuntary step forward, and that grin creeps back onto his face. "Thanks," the Galliard says, falling quiet but for humming cheerfully. Just a few bars of melody that might be recognisable as a Neil Young song.
Keir snorts a bit to the first statement, but rolls his shoulder to the latter bit, in a affirmation. "Yes. Still around, still looking for people to teach. Speaking of, if either of you need anything."
Owen tilts his head. "Happen to know how to make a Hoh ancestor spirit relinquish its curse on a wolf kinfolk that's forced her into a human shape while pregnant?"
Flint falls silent, nose wrinkling a moment, and gaze going slightly distant for a moment when Owen asks the question of the Stargazer. "Sheesh," he breathes quietly to himself.
Now, Owen has the Stargazer's attention. "—wait, what? A wolf kinfolk's forced into human shape?"
"Yeah. Me, neither," Owens states, a little despondently at first. "But yeah. Just that, right there." He rubs at his scalp for a moment, nursing a bit of a headache. "It's a long story, but tell you what: Come out to Kent's Crossing sometime soon if you happen on an idea. I'll fill you in then."
Flint stifles a yawn behind one hand, and then looks to Owen, and then to Keir. "I'm gonna go head home," the boy says, grinning. "Tired as anything." And then, more towards Keir. "Prolly 'cause I haven't slept since last night." If anything, the teenager has been running on sheer excitement and adrenaline, and they're starting to run out.
Keir hesitates a bit, but then bobs his head in a nod. "Will do," he says. "If nothing else, I'd like to find out more. But…yeah, it's getting late. I'll head back with you, Flint."
Owen nods to both. He then congratulates Flint once again before continuing on his way.