Don't burn this place down.
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flint_garouInterruptions.
15 March, 2012
The moon is in the waning Half (Philodox) Moon phase (49% full).
At the moment and for most of the day, Flint's holed himself up in the Edgewood's library on one of the armchairs wrapped in a blanket, with a sketchbook balanced carefully in his lap. The door that separates the library from the living room has been left open so that the teen can easily glance up and out every so often, but between the fact that he's comfortable and the scowl that's distinctly written on the Glass Walker's face, he's not going anywhere. That doesn't stop him from singing, which betrays his presence to anyone else on the lower level of the house, though. 'You got a fast car, I want a ticket to anywhere. Maybe we make a deal. Maybe together we can get somewhere.'
April slips in through the back door to the house and into the kitchen. She's quiet as she moves, holding what appears to be the ears of a hound with a leather thong holding the two ears together through a small hole in each. She pauses as she hears the singing, tilting her head to try and place the voice.
There is the sound of a heavy van approaching Edgehouse. The engine cuts off rather rapidly once it stations itself outside of the house. Then there is the doorslam, the footsteps before finally the front door bursts open in rapid succession before Nadia's voice can be heard ringing across the house. "I'm baaaack." So much for Flint's singing; Nadia is not a quiet woman.
'Anyplace is better, starting from zero—' the singing cuts off abruptly at Nadia's greeting, replaced by a rather quieter call. "Erm. Hi?" Not long thereafter, the teenager eases his way out of the library and shuts the lights and door behind him. The cliath is a good deal wary at the moment, hands shoved into fists in the pockets of his jeans.
April winces as the door slamming and the other voice cut across the singing cliath's voice. Slowly, she moves to the entrance to the kitchen and peers out to see the two speakers. Ears still held at her side by one hand.
When Flint responds to her call out, Nadia pauses by the entrance, her lips pulled back into a huge grin. At the sight of the entering Galliard, she blinks, realizing that she doesn't recognize him. "Oh hey," she chirps out brightly, slipping her keys into her pocket. Her lime green eyes narrow slightly as she studies Flint in amusement. "You're new here, or rather I've been gone far too long. Name's Nadia," she offers, extending her hand.
There is a moment of silence from the teenager while Flint looks from Nadia over to April—who gets a nod and very faint smile of acknowledgement—back to Nadia again. "Yes," he says, briefly returning the handshake. "Flint, called Requiem. Cliath Galliard of the Glass Walkers." And then the teen steps a half step back and away from Nadia, scowl returning to his face when he looks down.
"The tree climber passed the rite. Congratulations, Requiem," April remarks with a grin for the cliath before stepping further away from her spot and closer to the two. Her eyes go to the woman then, her eyes looking her over for the moment.
When Flint looks over towards somewhere else Nadia follows his line of sight to finally spy April. Eyes widening in surprise, the kin's grin widens. "Hey, sorry didn't see you there." She shakes Flint's hand firmly. "A Glass Walker? Have to admit, there is a certain fondness in my heart for your tribe." At the mention of passing the rite a light laugh escapes from her, "Oh, wow! Congratulations! So you're a newly made Garou, huh? I'm a kin, belonging to the Silent Striders. Sorry, not much of an introduction…" When he frowns she skips her eyes towards April, then skywards before returning back to April, "Um, is it safe to be here at the moment?"
Flint manages a brief flash of a grin at April's words. "Thank you, April-rhya," he says, before stalking over and flopping backwards onto one of the couches. Someone's grumpy.
April smiles towards the woman. "Safe unless you see something that these ears would attach to." She holds up the leather thong that pierces the two hound ears. "See anything that would, best hope there's someone nearby to come save you." She's smiling as she says it. "I'm April, by the way, Rited Shifting Briar and Theurge of the Black Furies and child of Grandmother Tree of the pack Heartwood."
Scarily enough Nadia doesn't seem all that shocked at spying those ears. Her lips twist up into a wry grin as she tilts her head to the side. "Hey, as long as I wasn't needed to clean the mess up I'm happy. The more body parts you guys keep the less work I gotta do." She pauses briefly in order to glance at Flint's grumpy self. "I used to work as a cleaner," she explains, "y'know, get rid of bodies, clean up crime scenes. Professionally and…lets just say I had a special family package." She jerks her thumb in Flint's direction. "Who twisted his panties?"
Flint raises a hand to his forehead and just sighs quietly, a nod and a fraction of a smile to acknowledge Nadia's words. "Sorry," the boy offers, pulling off his sweatshirt to drape it over his shoulders. "Tired."
"Don't mind him." April states after the lad answers for himself. "Others probably got him climbing trees like I did a while back." She looks back towards Nadia then. "So, Strider kin, you have a name or should we settle for 'hey you'?"
"Hey, no worries. I know how you guys can get rather…moody. Trust me, as a girl I completely feel you on that one." When April mentions the lack of name dropping, Nadia winces before extending her hand. "Sorry, Nadia Al-Asfoor. I just moved back here from Denver. I was hoping to see um…" She stops, biting her full lower lip fiercely to keep the word in. Shaking her head she offers another bright smile. "What about you? Gotta say, love the dress."
"Hey," Flint protests in April's direction. "I'd rather be climbing a tree." The cliath digs into the pocket of his sweatshirt, pulls out a pack of cigarettes. "April-rhya, Nadia, either've you mind if I…?" It trails off into a question, an attempt on the teenager's part to fend off the bad mood.
April smiles as she looks down at her clothes before offering a polite, "Thanks." She might try to say more when a ringing comes from her and her hand quickly moves to the side where she slips free a small cell phone from beneath the belt. "I better take this," she murmurs before stepping back and answering the phone.
When April steps away to answer the phone, Nadia redirects her full attention back to Flint. "Nah, go ahead. Actually, mind if I join you?" she asks as she steps over to him. Circling the coffee table to take a seat on the couch, the gorgeous woman accidently bangs her calf against the edge of the table, letting out a sharp 'ow!' before she drops heavily onto the couch, rubbing the newly injured area. "So," she offers, focusing on the bruising area. "You're a Glass Walker, huh? Know a guy named Jack by any chance?"
Flint glances up and watches April answer her phone, before Flint purses his brow at Nadia's question. "Um," Flint responds, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it before setting the pack down next to her. "I. I think I might have met Jack-rhya, once, but." A shrug. "We've. It's been busy," the galliard half-explains. And then Flint's expression furrows into a scowl again. "Doesn't. Make. Sense," he grunts.
April takes a couple quick steps away from the two smoking as the lighter is taken out and used, though she doesn't look happy at the conversation she's having upon the phone.
Nadia watches Flint curiously for a long moment. She openly stares as if wondering if there is something wrong with him. When he places the pack on the table for her, she lets out a sigh before taking it and flipping it open. Snagging a cigarette, she places it between her lips before lighting up, straining her ears to see if April's phone call is interesting. Her words, however, are directed at Flint. "What doesn't make sense?"
Flint shakes his head slowly from side to side and puffs at the cigarette. "Nevermind, it's nothing much," Flint says, regardless of the fact that maybe it is. The galliard is careful not to talk overly loud or interrupt the Fury's phone call, picking up the lighter and idly flicking it into life several times as he sits there.
April growls into the phone. "So we have a shapeshifting fomor who can read our minds and perfectly mimic anyone? Gee, you're making it easy on us with this, aren't you?." The words said a bit louder than she meant to even as she takes yet another step away at the second sight of the lighter. "Don't worry, I'll inform the warder of this, myself."
Nadia keeps her eyes on Flint for a long moment, scanning his face in a searching manner before she finally seems to decide on something. With a sigh she flops back into the couch and a grin curls the corners of her lips upwards. "Hey, I have a joke for you: Two hunters are out in the woods when one of them collapses. The other guy whips out his phone and calls the emergency services. 'Help! My friend is dead! What can I do?'. The operator says 'Calm down. First, let's make sure he's dead.' There is silence, then a gun shot is heard. Back on the phone, the guy says 'OK, now what?'" She then flashes Flint a massive grin that just practically screams 'ta-da!' at the punchline. The mention of mimicking formors however snatches Nadia's attention back to April. "Oh crap, not again…"
Flint almost breaks into a grin when the lighter is shoved into a pocket and the boy is on his feet at the mention of the fomor, hands shoving into his pockets and a distinct furrow of brow that might be related to the earlier grumpiness. "April-rhya… mimicking fomor? Fuck." The cliath shifts on his feet slightly, as if adding two and two together in order to get fish, possibly. "April-rhya, you happen to know who, um. Who the fomor's mimicked recently?" Even as Flint asks this, tone grim, he's digging into his pocket for a cell phone, scrolling through a list of numbers.
April hangs up the phone and returns it to its place behind her belt before turning a small glare upon the two. "Eavesdropping does not become you," she states before giving a small sigh. "But since you heard anyways, you can take the information to your respective elders here at the sept." She points at Flint with the hand that holds the ears. "Just keep that damn lighter put away for now and I'll tell you."
At April's scolding, Nadia has the decency to look properly chastized. "I can't help it, lets call it PTSD. When a Garou gets a phonecall we all listen." The kin then winces at the mention of Elders. "I…Haven't met mine yet. Please tell me its still Tim and he's still around somewhere."
Flint purses his lips, but keeps the lighter put away, and his posture goes slightly submissive, but the tension that'd been only a bad mood is now enough that the cliath stalks over to the side of the room away from Nadia. "April-rhya, I. Look. I think it might've already been at our place in the city once, I." The words flow in a stream of repetition and hesitation and anger that is definitely not directed at the Fury, but seems to be the culmination of a series of things contributing to the Galliard's bad temper. "Please? If I know who it mimicked I can let Salem-rhya and Nieve-rhya know, sooner than later."
"I don't know the Silent Strider elders. Look for Javid, he can tell you," April ansers towards Nadia before looking back to Flint. She takes a deep breath as if to steady herself. "It has Kaz, Lefty, Max and Riley's phone number as well as my own. And has already replaced the fox, Rajani. You see any of these, you best make damn sure it's them before going alone with them. Make sure your tribes know this. I'll be telling the Warder when I leave here." She looks between the two then. "It's persuasive from what I'm told and can get you to do just about anything. So you have to be careful."
Flint hits the dial button on his phone in the middle of April's words, pauses, waits. "Tim-rhya is around," he adds to Nadia, phone held to his ear.
&gr;Nieve picks up after two, sounding out of breath. "Si?"
The cliath looks distinctly relieved after a moment. "Nieve-rhya," Flint says, words running into one another. "There's a shapeshifting fomor. April Shifting Briar says, it replaced Rajani. The fox-shifter. Which means that what I saw on the cameras, with Riley." A deep breath. "She also says the fomor has the phone numbers for Kaz-rhya, Lefty-rhya, and Max, as well as hers. And that the fomor is… persuasive."
The seething rage is her cue to get ready to depart. Nadia is definitely not one to play with fire when it comes to new friends. As Flint gets up so does she, shifting away from the two Garou to inhale her cigarette by the window. "Looks like I came back just in time. Guess I should go find my Elder then. Or Tim" She flashes the two a grateful smile before fixing her eyes on Flint. "…Uh, I better do it now. I'll see you guys later." With that she begins to head out.
April nods towards Nadia, "Do be careful," she tells the woman and then looks back towards Flint. "And in the bird Val as a possibility. She's the one telling me this, we need to make sure she's not the fomor as well."
&gr;Nieve mms quietly. "I know. I have reported this to the elder already. I think we may need to evacuate the tenement, but the decision is his." Her normal lazy slur is noticeably absent.
Flint looks up towards April. "The thing already attacked Riley-rhya," Flint explains to April, pulling his sweatshirt on. "And, Nieve-rhya knows, and has told Salem-rhya, and." He watches the kin go, turns his attention to the phone. "April Shifting Briar worries that anyone the fomor's been with, it could then take on their form, too. Also, Val. The corax, she told April these things, it. It could pretend to be her, too. I. I'll be careful, I promise."
&gr;"Good, do so. And report to me any more suspicious behaviours. I will be sending out a mass email to the Walkers shortly, so watch for it."
Flint mmns, brow furrowing at whatever he's hearing from the phone. "Okay, yes Nieve-rhya. I will. I'm. I'm out at Edgewood right now, should. Should I stay out here and towards the Bawn? I have my phone when I can."
April nods as she listens to the Cliath, crossing her arms for a moment until she remembers the ears she still holds. "Maybe these will help when I finish with them tonight…" she murmurs to herself as she holds up the ears before her face and peers at them closely. Her eyes flick back towards Flint after a moment. "I'm not a babysitter," she warns.
&gr;"It's a good idea. We'll miss your eyes, but it's safer there. Stay safe, and keep your eyes peeled for more suspicious behaviour."
Flint glares a little and sticks his tongue out at April, cigarette turned over in one hand. "And I'm not a cub," he retorts. "But I am a Galliard. And should be where I'm most useful, in all of this. Which may not be in the city if I can call people in the city and such." Pause. "Yes, of course," is directed into the phone.
April rolls her eyes at the lad. "Still a kid to me," she remarks with a grin. Her eyes go back to the ears she still holds up. "Hmm, shadow spirit that maybe will reveal what is disguised and isn't the original? Or maybe a bat spirit to hear what is said when unable to be heard?"
&gr;Nieve's voice hardens briefly. "Tell her that if she does not wish to babysit cubs until the moon turns dark, she should have respect for the cliath of other Tribes." There is a faint bitterness there. "Your choice of movement is your own, Flint, but I ask that you stay bawnside; we will need news from there, if we dare not leave the city lest the fomor follow."
Flint looks up at April as he stalks back to the coffee table, extinguishes the first cigarette in the ashtray, and draws out a second that is clenched in his lips but not lit. The lighter isn't even out, and Flint's tone is subtly different, repetition. "Nieve Pirate Trader-rhya says, to tell you that if you do not wish to babysit cubs until the moon turns dark you should have respect for the cliath of other Tribes," Flint states, levelly and controlled, with an eye for the Fury's reaction as the Galliard speaks to the cell phone again. "Of course, no. I will. I understand, and, and you're right. Be… be careful and tell Kavi-rhya to be careful, please?"
&gr;Nieve mms. "Of course, I will do. Check your emails when you can, you'll have one from me."
April blinks and then narrows her eyes at the cliath but keeps her mouth shut as she listens to the lad. The ears are lowered back to her side. She watches Flint for the moment and waits for him to finish on the phone.
"Yeah. I'll be in touch," Flint states after a long moment of pause, and then he clicks the phone shut, stares at it, and shoves it back in his pocket. Then, there's a glance towards the theurge, as if possibly asking permission to bring out the lighter again so that he can light the cigarette. "Um." Comes the verbal request.
"Smoking is bad for your health," April replies before turning her back on the cliath. "I'm thinking shadow for the ears as well, now to figure out what one would want," she starts away from the lad and heads slowly towards the front door. "If you're going to be staying by the bawn, I suggest you head that way. Wouldn't want you to get lost among the trees alone."
Flint sticks his tongue out at April's back. "And good for my temper," the cliath responds, not quite petulant, but he minimises the amount of time that there is an open flame in lighting the new cigarette. "Anyway. Thank you, thanks for the info, April-rhya," the cliath says. "And, I'm going to stick to sleeping here where I can sleep in my birth form, but. I know my way around, and all." A faint grin is offered in April's direction.
April waves off the words, "Good, just make sure you don't go wandering around alone." The ears are wagged towards the lad as she turns back towards him for a moment. "One of these or the Fomori might come looking for you and I don't need your elders holding me responsible for being the last one to see the tree climber."
Flint laughs, at this. "The wyrmhounds and hunter are dead," the cliath responds, "but there is always reason to, to be careful." With that, the Galliard turns, shrugging sweatshirt around his shoulders and making for the kitchen.
"And don't burn this place down with that lighter of yours." April calls after the lad before turning back to the door herself and making her way out the door.
15 March, 2012
The moon is in the waning Half (Philodox) Moon phase (49% full).
At the moment and for most of the day, Flint's holed himself up in the Edgewood's library on one of the armchairs wrapped in a blanket, with a sketchbook balanced carefully in his lap. The door that separates the library from the living room has been left open so that the teen can easily glance up and out every so often, but between the fact that he's comfortable and the scowl that's distinctly written on the Glass Walker's face, he's not going anywhere. That doesn't stop him from singing, which betrays his presence to anyone else on the lower level of the house, though. 'You got a fast car, I want a ticket to anywhere. Maybe we make a deal. Maybe together we can get somewhere.'
April slips in through the back door to the house and into the kitchen. She's quiet as she moves, holding what appears to be the ears of a hound with a leather thong holding the two ears together through a small hole in each. She pauses as she hears the singing, tilting her head to try and place the voice.
There is the sound of a heavy van approaching Edgehouse. The engine cuts off rather rapidly once it stations itself outside of the house. Then there is the doorslam, the footsteps before finally the front door bursts open in rapid succession before Nadia's voice can be heard ringing across the house. "I'm baaaack." So much for Flint's singing; Nadia is not a quiet woman.
'Anyplace is better, starting from zero—' the singing cuts off abruptly at Nadia's greeting, replaced by a rather quieter call. "Erm. Hi?" Not long thereafter, the teenager eases his way out of the library and shuts the lights and door behind him. The cliath is a good deal wary at the moment, hands shoved into fists in the pockets of his jeans.
April winces as the door slamming and the other voice cut across the singing cliath's voice. Slowly, she moves to the entrance to the kitchen and peers out to see the two speakers. Ears still held at her side by one hand.
When Flint responds to her call out, Nadia pauses by the entrance, her lips pulled back into a huge grin. At the sight of the entering Galliard, she blinks, realizing that she doesn't recognize him. "Oh hey," she chirps out brightly, slipping her keys into her pocket. Her lime green eyes narrow slightly as she studies Flint in amusement. "You're new here, or rather I've been gone far too long. Name's Nadia," she offers, extending her hand.
There is a moment of silence from the teenager while Flint looks from Nadia over to April—who gets a nod and very faint smile of acknowledgement—back to Nadia again. "Yes," he says, briefly returning the handshake. "Flint, called Requiem. Cliath Galliard of the Glass Walkers." And then the teen steps a half step back and away from Nadia, scowl returning to his face when he looks down.
"The tree climber passed the rite. Congratulations, Requiem," April remarks with a grin for the cliath before stepping further away from her spot and closer to the two. Her eyes go to the woman then, her eyes looking her over for the moment.
When Flint looks over towards somewhere else Nadia follows his line of sight to finally spy April. Eyes widening in surprise, the kin's grin widens. "Hey, sorry didn't see you there." She shakes Flint's hand firmly. "A Glass Walker? Have to admit, there is a certain fondness in my heart for your tribe." At the mention of passing the rite a light laugh escapes from her, "Oh, wow! Congratulations! So you're a newly made Garou, huh? I'm a kin, belonging to the Silent Striders. Sorry, not much of an introduction…" When he frowns she skips her eyes towards April, then skywards before returning back to April, "Um, is it safe to be here at the moment?"
Flint manages a brief flash of a grin at April's words. "Thank you, April-rhya," he says, before stalking over and flopping backwards onto one of the couches. Someone's grumpy.
April smiles towards the woman. "Safe unless you see something that these ears would attach to." She holds up the leather thong that pierces the two hound ears. "See anything that would, best hope there's someone nearby to come save you." She's smiling as she says it. "I'm April, by the way, Rited Shifting Briar and Theurge of the Black Furies and child of Grandmother Tree of the pack Heartwood."
Scarily enough Nadia doesn't seem all that shocked at spying those ears. Her lips twist up into a wry grin as she tilts her head to the side. "Hey, as long as I wasn't needed to clean the mess up I'm happy. The more body parts you guys keep the less work I gotta do." She pauses briefly in order to glance at Flint's grumpy self. "I used to work as a cleaner," she explains, "y'know, get rid of bodies, clean up crime scenes. Professionally and…lets just say I had a special family package." She jerks her thumb in Flint's direction. "Who twisted his panties?"
Flint raises a hand to his forehead and just sighs quietly, a nod and a fraction of a smile to acknowledge Nadia's words. "Sorry," the boy offers, pulling off his sweatshirt to drape it over his shoulders. "Tired."
"Don't mind him." April states after the lad answers for himself. "Others probably got him climbing trees like I did a while back." She looks back towards Nadia then. "So, Strider kin, you have a name or should we settle for 'hey you'?"
"Hey, no worries. I know how you guys can get rather…moody. Trust me, as a girl I completely feel you on that one." When April mentions the lack of name dropping, Nadia winces before extending her hand. "Sorry, Nadia Al-Asfoor. I just moved back here from Denver. I was hoping to see um…" She stops, biting her full lower lip fiercely to keep the word in. Shaking her head she offers another bright smile. "What about you? Gotta say, love the dress."
"Hey," Flint protests in April's direction. "I'd rather be climbing a tree." The cliath digs into the pocket of his sweatshirt, pulls out a pack of cigarettes. "April-rhya, Nadia, either've you mind if I…?" It trails off into a question, an attempt on the teenager's part to fend off the bad mood.
April smiles as she looks down at her clothes before offering a polite, "Thanks." She might try to say more when a ringing comes from her and her hand quickly moves to the side where she slips free a small cell phone from beneath the belt. "I better take this," she murmurs before stepping back and answering the phone.
When April steps away to answer the phone, Nadia redirects her full attention back to Flint. "Nah, go ahead. Actually, mind if I join you?" she asks as she steps over to him. Circling the coffee table to take a seat on the couch, the gorgeous woman accidently bangs her calf against the edge of the table, letting out a sharp 'ow!' before she drops heavily onto the couch, rubbing the newly injured area. "So," she offers, focusing on the bruising area. "You're a Glass Walker, huh? Know a guy named Jack by any chance?"
Flint glances up and watches April answer her phone, before Flint purses his brow at Nadia's question. "Um," Flint responds, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it before setting the pack down next to her. "I. I think I might have met Jack-rhya, once, but." A shrug. "We've. It's been busy," the galliard half-explains. And then Flint's expression furrows into a scowl again. "Doesn't. Make. Sense," he grunts.
April takes a couple quick steps away from the two smoking as the lighter is taken out and used, though she doesn't look happy at the conversation she's having upon the phone.
Nadia watches Flint curiously for a long moment. She openly stares as if wondering if there is something wrong with him. When he places the pack on the table for her, she lets out a sigh before taking it and flipping it open. Snagging a cigarette, she places it between her lips before lighting up, straining her ears to see if April's phone call is interesting. Her words, however, are directed at Flint. "What doesn't make sense?"
Flint shakes his head slowly from side to side and puffs at the cigarette. "Nevermind, it's nothing much," Flint says, regardless of the fact that maybe it is. The galliard is careful not to talk overly loud or interrupt the Fury's phone call, picking up the lighter and idly flicking it into life several times as he sits there.
April growls into the phone. "So we have a shapeshifting fomor who can read our minds and perfectly mimic anyone? Gee, you're making it easy on us with this, aren't you?." The words said a bit louder than she meant to even as she takes yet another step away at the second sight of the lighter. "Don't worry, I'll inform the warder of this, myself."
Nadia keeps her eyes on Flint for a long moment, scanning his face in a searching manner before she finally seems to decide on something. With a sigh she flops back into the couch and a grin curls the corners of her lips upwards. "Hey, I have a joke for you: Two hunters are out in the woods when one of them collapses. The other guy whips out his phone and calls the emergency services. 'Help! My friend is dead! What can I do?'. The operator says 'Calm down. First, let's make sure he's dead.' There is silence, then a gun shot is heard. Back on the phone, the guy says 'OK, now what?'" She then flashes Flint a massive grin that just practically screams 'ta-da!' at the punchline. The mention of mimicking formors however snatches Nadia's attention back to April. "Oh crap, not again…"
Flint almost breaks into a grin when the lighter is shoved into a pocket and the boy is on his feet at the mention of the fomor, hands shoving into his pockets and a distinct furrow of brow that might be related to the earlier grumpiness. "April-rhya… mimicking fomor? Fuck." The cliath shifts on his feet slightly, as if adding two and two together in order to get fish, possibly. "April-rhya, you happen to know who, um. Who the fomor's mimicked recently?" Even as Flint asks this, tone grim, he's digging into his pocket for a cell phone, scrolling through a list of numbers.
April hangs up the phone and returns it to its place behind her belt before turning a small glare upon the two. "Eavesdropping does not become you," she states before giving a small sigh. "But since you heard anyways, you can take the information to your respective elders here at the sept." She points at Flint with the hand that holds the ears. "Just keep that damn lighter put away for now and I'll tell you."
At April's scolding, Nadia has the decency to look properly chastized. "I can't help it, lets call it PTSD. When a Garou gets a phonecall we all listen." The kin then winces at the mention of Elders. "I…Haven't met mine yet. Please tell me its still Tim and he's still around somewhere."
Flint purses his lips, but keeps the lighter put away, and his posture goes slightly submissive, but the tension that'd been only a bad mood is now enough that the cliath stalks over to the side of the room away from Nadia. "April-rhya, I. Look. I think it might've already been at our place in the city once, I." The words flow in a stream of repetition and hesitation and anger that is definitely not directed at the Fury, but seems to be the culmination of a series of things contributing to the Galliard's bad temper. "Please? If I know who it mimicked I can let Salem-rhya and Nieve-rhya know, sooner than later."
"I don't know the Silent Strider elders. Look for Javid, he can tell you," April ansers towards Nadia before looking back to Flint. She takes a deep breath as if to steady herself. "It has Kaz, Lefty, Max and Riley's phone number as well as my own. And has already replaced the fox, Rajani. You see any of these, you best make damn sure it's them before going alone with them. Make sure your tribes know this. I'll be telling the Warder when I leave here." She looks between the two then. "It's persuasive from what I'm told and can get you to do just about anything. So you have to be careful."
Flint hits the dial button on his phone in the middle of April's words, pauses, waits. "Tim-rhya is around," he adds to Nadia, phone held to his ear.
&gr;Nieve picks up after two, sounding out of breath. "Si?"
The cliath looks distinctly relieved after a moment. "Nieve-rhya," Flint says, words running into one another. "There's a shapeshifting fomor. April Shifting Briar says, it replaced Rajani. The fox-shifter. Which means that what I saw on the cameras, with Riley." A deep breath. "She also says the fomor has the phone numbers for Kaz-rhya, Lefty-rhya, and Max, as well as hers. And that the fomor is… persuasive."
The seething rage is her cue to get ready to depart. Nadia is definitely not one to play with fire when it comes to new friends. As Flint gets up so does she, shifting away from the two Garou to inhale her cigarette by the window. "Looks like I came back just in time. Guess I should go find my Elder then. Or Tim" She flashes the two a grateful smile before fixing her eyes on Flint. "…Uh, I better do it now. I'll see you guys later." With that she begins to head out.
April nods towards Nadia, "Do be careful," she tells the woman and then looks back towards Flint. "And in the bird Val as a possibility. She's the one telling me this, we need to make sure she's not the fomor as well."
&gr;Nieve mms quietly. "I know. I have reported this to the elder already. I think we may need to evacuate the tenement, but the decision is his." Her normal lazy slur is noticeably absent.
Flint looks up towards April. "The thing already attacked Riley-rhya," Flint explains to April, pulling his sweatshirt on. "And, Nieve-rhya knows, and has told Salem-rhya, and." He watches the kin go, turns his attention to the phone. "April Shifting Briar worries that anyone the fomor's been with, it could then take on their form, too. Also, Val. The corax, she told April these things, it. It could pretend to be her, too. I. I'll be careful, I promise."
&gr;"Good, do so. And report to me any more suspicious behaviours. I will be sending out a mass email to the Walkers shortly, so watch for it."
Flint mmns, brow furrowing at whatever he's hearing from the phone. "Okay, yes Nieve-rhya. I will. I'm. I'm out at Edgewood right now, should. Should I stay out here and towards the Bawn? I have my phone when I can."
April nods as she listens to the Cliath, crossing her arms for a moment until she remembers the ears she still holds. "Maybe these will help when I finish with them tonight…" she murmurs to herself as she holds up the ears before her face and peers at them closely. Her eyes flick back towards Flint after a moment. "I'm not a babysitter," she warns.
&gr;"It's a good idea. We'll miss your eyes, but it's safer there. Stay safe, and keep your eyes peeled for more suspicious behaviour."
Flint glares a little and sticks his tongue out at April, cigarette turned over in one hand. "And I'm not a cub," he retorts. "But I am a Galliard. And should be where I'm most useful, in all of this. Which may not be in the city if I can call people in the city and such." Pause. "Yes, of course," is directed into the phone.
April rolls her eyes at the lad. "Still a kid to me," she remarks with a grin. Her eyes go back to the ears she still holds up. "Hmm, shadow spirit that maybe will reveal what is disguised and isn't the original? Or maybe a bat spirit to hear what is said when unable to be heard?"
&gr;Nieve's voice hardens briefly. "Tell her that if she does not wish to babysit cubs until the moon turns dark, she should have respect for the cliath of other Tribes." There is a faint bitterness there. "Your choice of movement is your own, Flint, but I ask that you stay bawnside; we will need news from there, if we dare not leave the city lest the fomor follow."
Flint looks up at April as he stalks back to the coffee table, extinguishes the first cigarette in the ashtray, and draws out a second that is clenched in his lips but not lit. The lighter isn't even out, and Flint's tone is subtly different, repetition. "Nieve Pirate Trader-rhya says, to tell you that if you do not wish to babysit cubs until the moon turns dark you should have respect for the cliath of other Tribes," Flint states, levelly and controlled, with an eye for the Fury's reaction as the Galliard speaks to the cell phone again. "Of course, no. I will. I understand, and, and you're right. Be… be careful and tell Kavi-rhya to be careful, please?"
&gr;Nieve mms. "Of course, I will do. Check your emails when you can, you'll have one from me."
April blinks and then narrows her eyes at the cliath but keeps her mouth shut as she listens to the lad. The ears are lowered back to her side. She watches Flint for the moment and waits for him to finish on the phone.
"Yeah. I'll be in touch," Flint states after a long moment of pause, and then he clicks the phone shut, stares at it, and shoves it back in his pocket. Then, there's a glance towards the theurge, as if possibly asking permission to bring out the lighter again so that he can light the cigarette. "Um." Comes the verbal request.
"Smoking is bad for your health," April replies before turning her back on the cliath. "I'm thinking shadow for the ears as well, now to figure out what one would want," she starts away from the lad and heads slowly towards the front door. "If you're going to be staying by the bawn, I suggest you head that way. Wouldn't want you to get lost among the trees alone."
Flint sticks his tongue out at April's back. "And good for my temper," the cliath responds, not quite petulant, but he minimises the amount of time that there is an open flame in lighting the new cigarette. "Anyway. Thank you, thanks for the info, April-rhya," the cliath says. "And, I'm going to stick to sleeping here where I can sleep in my birth form, but. I know my way around, and all." A faint grin is offered in April's direction.
April waves off the words, "Good, just make sure you don't go wandering around alone." The ears are wagged towards the lad as she turns back towards him for a moment. "One of these or the Fomori might come looking for you and I don't need your elders holding me responsible for being the last one to see the tree climber."
Flint laughs, at this. "The wyrmhounds and hunter are dead," the cliath responds, "but there is always reason to, to be careful." With that, the Galliard turns, shrugging sweatshirt around his shoulders and making for the kitchen.
"And don't burn this place down with that lighter of yours." April calls after the lad before turning back to the door herself and making her way out the door.