That cop again.
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flint_garouMaybe not all cops are bad.
19 March, 2012
The moon is in the waning Crescent (Theurge) Moon phase (20% full).
Val is making her way down the street, with that slow careful walk of someone who has, perhaps, had a bit too much to drink. Still, she pauses fairly regularly and looks around, as if worried that someone might be following her. Reaching the street corner, she waits for the lights to change so she can cross. Apartment, that-away!
Flint really, really isn't following Val. Until the street corner, the teenager had been too busy in his own world, one headphone blasting music. But before the light changes, he spies the woman, and there's a distinct furrow of frown on his face as he comes into her line of sight again. The Glass Walker has a grey beanie pulled down over his hair, and as he looks over at Val, Flint rummages into his pockets, eventually coming out with a rumpled pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
Val makes a rather odd, soft clicking sound in the back of her throat, as she stands and waits for the light to change. She smells vaguely of cider and Irish stew, the former of which would explain the slight flush of her cheeks. Flint gets a sidelong look as he comes to a stop beside her, then she turns her head to look at him more fully. There is a slightly puzzled expression on her face, then a little mental light-bulb goes off. "Oh. Right." The woman glances up at the moon in the sky, rather blatantly noting the phase, then back over at Flint. About then the light changes and she starts to cross the street.
And, Flint still isn't intentionally following Val. But he is crossing the street in the same direction, cigarette eventually lit. "You're that cop," he observes, "right." This time, though, there's a decided amount of curiosity in the Galliard's voice, and much less of the prior crankiness.
Val sighs, as Flint starts to talk with her. "Yes, I'm a cop and yes, I talked to Nick about you and he let me know that you're batting for Team Jacob these days," Val says, as she reaches the other side of the street.
Flint gets a decidedly confused look on his face as they walk. "Damn it, I. I'm not real good at coy even on small moons, okay?" he offers, very quietly.
Val chuckles and offers the Cliath a smile. "Sorry. Term Nick got me using—has to do with those terrible Twilight movies."
'Oh'. That is the shape that Flint's mouth makes as his earphones are tugged out and coiled to shove into a pocket. "Horrible movies," the teenager agrees. "Books were just as bad." That curiosity hasn't faded from Flint's expression, though, and he's equally wary of her for the silver she wears.
Val squints a short distance off, then grunts. "Look kid, I can tell you have some questions. But I'd really like to get home. It's fucking cold out here and my head is unhappy with me. I don't care if you tag along. I'll even make you some tea, so long as you mind the ceiling. Alright?"
Flint considers this for a moment, then nods. "Sure." A grin. He certainly has no objection to the 'fucking cold' part of that, "that works, I guess." A half-hop to keep up follows, the Glass Walker stretching out his right arm a few tentative times as he lets her lead the way.
Val hurries on, with the determined look of someone a smidge past the tipsy stage.
Val opens her apartment door and pulls off her hat and gloves, leaving them on the table in the front all. Her shoes get kicked off and her jacket is put away. "Make yourself at home. I'm going to make use of the bathroom." And off she goes, disappearing in to said bathroom.
Flint is in fact pretty cautious of the ceiling after he looks up. There's a sharp inhalation of breath as he actually figures out which pieces might be silver, but the decoration as he makes his way over towards the dining area table and takes a seat makes the teen take note. And that small 'oh' shape repeats itself, thankfully while he's unobserved for a moment.
Val is in the bathroom for a bit and when she returns, she isn't tipsy any more. "Well, that's better. Had one too many. Anyway, what can I do you?" She asks of Flint, as she heads in to the kitchen and puts on water on to boil. "You hungry?"
'Corax—' Flint is in the middle of saying to himself, when Val gets back, between looking over at various shiny things and the ceiling. "Um. I'm always hungry, but. I. I don't want to impose," the Galliard states, nervously almost. "You're Val, aren't you." It's a statement more than a question, and Flint looks down at the table, then over to Val, pulling his hat off and shoving it into a pocket.
Val hmms. "What. Nick didn't tell you? Oh well. He's very cautious with information. Can't really blame him. He's very new to the Kinfolk thing, what with Mouse doing some background checks on him and brining him in to the Walker fold." She pulls something out of her fridge and drops it on the counter. "I have some lasagna, if you don't mind leftovers."
Flint nods once. "That. That sounds great, actually," the Glass Walker says. "I. Yeah. Mouse said something about not to scare him, or. Or anything." A shrug, and a faint, tentative grin.
"He's a smart cookie," Val says, as she plops the food on to a plate and starts to zap it in the microwave. "He's adjusting just fine. Known him for years. You want tea, coffee, or pop?" She asks, as she starts to make herself tea. "So, I hear you guys know where the Spirals are holed up. Do you know when the war-party is going to get together for that one? I was thinking if heading down that way, myself and take a look around. I was actually talking to one of them earlier in the evening. Didn't get me anywhere, but I made the attempt. Really got the impression that they had some sort of back-up on the way, but that could have just been bluster."
The cliath tilts his head to one side a moment. "Coffee, if. If it's not trouble. And, I dun know, precisely. You might ask Kaz—" pause. "But. I've only. I've only been cliath a few weeks, and known about all. All of this for a few months, since I. Since I ran away back in December," Flint explains.
Val makes up some instant coffee, finishing as the microwave beeps. The coffee and food are placed in front of the Cliath, before Val goes back for her own tea. "Relax kid. And your rank system doesn't really mean all that much to me. I mean, we have our own sort of grading system, but it's not the same. So, why did you run away in the first place? Got the real strong impression that you were not all that fond of your relations."
Flint just nods once, hands wrapping around the coffee cup. "'Cause my mom. Dragged me up here and dumped me on my grandparents so she could run off, and. With some boyfriend," he explains. "Like always, except. Without me. Skipped town the day I ran away." A long sip of coffee is taken, and Flint does seem to relax somewhat.
Val ahhs. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that. Happy enough with your new family, I hope?" The bird-woman says, sitting down with her own mug of tea.
"And I did something kinda— stupid, a few weeks back," Flint explains. "Got upset at one of my tribemates and. I went back to their place but. They saw me, and that's. When they hired Nick." A grimace, but it's quickly banished by the coffee, and the food. For whatever about having only run away in December, and probably not having been on the street that long this time around given that he currently looks to be well-fed enough, Flint approaches food with all the enthusiasm of a street rat who's gone hungry long periods of time. "But yes. Mouse and everyone's good."
Val chuckles and leans back in her seat. "Well, that boy seems to attract the supernatural. There is a new girl out at Edgewood. Izzy. He was trying to help her find her mom. And now Izzy went and turned in to a wolf on him. The look on his face when I gave him that bit of news was priceless. I don't get to one-up him all that often." There is certainly a fondness in the woman's voice, as she talks about the Walker Kinsman.
Flint nods, though he seems a bit surprised. "Wait, Izzy's a girl?" he questions. "I've met him. Her. Seems a good enough sort, isn't. Not getting all freaked out by this wolf stuff." Another grin, and another mouthful of food not-quite-shoveled. "Not that I did, or anything. I. Mouse found me and it was better than being on the streets, and."
Val tilts her head to one side. "Well, she struck me as a girl, but I can see it being difficult to tell, one way or another. Anyway," Val says, draining the rest of her tea and putting the mug down. "Well, I'm going to send off a few messages, then get some sleep. You would not believe the paperwork involved in my job. You're welcome to crash here, if you want." The woman jabs a finger over at the bird-perch. "I'll be sleeping over there. With things being as they are, I've taken to sleeping near the exit. Just incase."
Flint pulls out his phone and looks at the time. "Whoa, it did get late," Flint notices. "Yeah. Little late for me to get back home, I think." Not that it's that far away, but given as Flint looks like he shouldn't be out without his parents at night, he's got a point. "I. Thanks, Val," he says with a grin. "S'pose not all cops are bad. The paperwork must suck." It's a grin, and then the Galliard looks about, another wary glance up at the silver around them. "I'll clean up in here when I'm done eating, and. And all, and then I have some calls I should make and such, and then, yeah, thanks."
Val looks up at the ceiling, then pulls a face. "Right. That not going to bother you is it?" She asks, jabbing at the ceiling. "They come down easy enough. I find it pretty, but I understand the aversion you folks have to silver."
"I've just never. No, I'm human-born," Flint reassures the woman. "As long as I don't. Shift or anything, it's fine. It's just kinda weird, being around all of it. Except for the. Time that Mouse-rhya showed me silver on purpose, I've not been around it since everything." And the expression on Flint's face communicates well enough what he feels about that particular memory.
19 March, 2012
The moon is in the waning Crescent (Theurge) Moon phase (20% full).
Val is making her way down the street, with that slow careful walk of someone who has, perhaps, had a bit too much to drink. Still, she pauses fairly regularly and looks around, as if worried that someone might be following her. Reaching the street corner, she waits for the lights to change so she can cross. Apartment, that-away!
Flint really, really isn't following Val. Until the street corner, the teenager had been too busy in his own world, one headphone blasting music. But before the light changes, he spies the woman, and there's a distinct furrow of frown on his face as he comes into her line of sight again. The Glass Walker has a grey beanie pulled down over his hair, and as he looks over at Val, Flint rummages into his pockets, eventually coming out with a rumpled pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
Val makes a rather odd, soft clicking sound in the back of her throat, as she stands and waits for the light to change. She smells vaguely of cider and Irish stew, the former of which would explain the slight flush of her cheeks. Flint gets a sidelong look as he comes to a stop beside her, then she turns her head to look at him more fully. There is a slightly puzzled expression on her face, then a little mental light-bulb goes off. "Oh. Right." The woman glances up at the moon in the sky, rather blatantly noting the phase, then back over at Flint. About then the light changes and she starts to cross the street.
And, Flint still isn't intentionally following Val. But he is crossing the street in the same direction, cigarette eventually lit. "You're that cop," he observes, "right." This time, though, there's a decided amount of curiosity in the Galliard's voice, and much less of the prior crankiness.
Val sighs, as Flint starts to talk with her. "Yes, I'm a cop and yes, I talked to Nick about you and he let me know that you're batting for Team Jacob these days," Val says, as she reaches the other side of the street.
Flint gets a decidedly confused look on his face as they walk. "Damn it, I. I'm not real good at coy even on small moons, okay?" he offers, very quietly.
Val chuckles and offers the Cliath a smile. "Sorry. Term Nick got me using—has to do with those terrible Twilight movies."
'Oh'. That is the shape that Flint's mouth makes as his earphones are tugged out and coiled to shove into a pocket. "Horrible movies," the teenager agrees. "Books were just as bad." That curiosity hasn't faded from Flint's expression, though, and he's equally wary of her for the silver she wears.
Val squints a short distance off, then grunts. "Look kid, I can tell you have some questions. But I'd really like to get home. It's fucking cold out here and my head is unhappy with me. I don't care if you tag along. I'll even make you some tea, so long as you mind the ceiling. Alright?"
Flint considers this for a moment, then nods. "Sure." A grin. He certainly has no objection to the 'fucking cold' part of that, "that works, I guess." A half-hop to keep up follows, the Glass Walker stretching out his right arm a few tentative times as he lets her lead the way.
Val hurries on, with the determined look of someone a smidge past the tipsy stage.
Val opens her apartment door and pulls off her hat and gloves, leaving them on the table in the front all. Her shoes get kicked off and her jacket is put away. "Make yourself at home. I'm going to make use of the bathroom." And off she goes, disappearing in to said bathroom.
Flint is in fact pretty cautious of the ceiling after he looks up. There's a sharp inhalation of breath as he actually figures out which pieces might be silver, but the decoration as he makes his way over towards the dining area table and takes a seat makes the teen take note. And that small 'oh' shape repeats itself, thankfully while he's unobserved for a moment.
Val is in the bathroom for a bit and when she returns, she isn't tipsy any more. "Well, that's better. Had one too many. Anyway, what can I do you?" She asks of Flint, as she heads in to the kitchen and puts on water on to boil. "You hungry?"
'Corax—' Flint is in the middle of saying to himself, when Val gets back, between looking over at various shiny things and the ceiling. "Um. I'm always hungry, but. I. I don't want to impose," the Galliard states, nervously almost. "You're Val, aren't you." It's a statement more than a question, and Flint looks down at the table, then over to Val, pulling his hat off and shoving it into a pocket.
Val hmms. "What. Nick didn't tell you? Oh well. He's very cautious with information. Can't really blame him. He's very new to the Kinfolk thing, what with Mouse doing some background checks on him and brining him in to the Walker fold." She pulls something out of her fridge and drops it on the counter. "I have some lasagna, if you don't mind leftovers."
Flint nods once. "That. That sounds great, actually," the Glass Walker says. "I. Yeah. Mouse said something about not to scare him, or. Or anything." A shrug, and a faint, tentative grin.
"He's a smart cookie," Val says, as she plops the food on to a plate and starts to zap it in the microwave. "He's adjusting just fine. Known him for years. You want tea, coffee, or pop?" She asks, as she starts to make herself tea. "So, I hear you guys know where the Spirals are holed up. Do you know when the war-party is going to get together for that one? I was thinking if heading down that way, myself and take a look around. I was actually talking to one of them earlier in the evening. Didn't get me anywhere, but I made the attempt. Really got the impression that they had some sort of back-up on the way, but that could have just been bluster."
The cliath tilts his head to one side a moment. "Coffee, if. If it's not trouble. And, I dun know, precisely. You might ask Kaz—" pause. "But. I've only. I've only been cliath a few weeks, and known about all. All of this for a few months, since I. Since I ran away back in December," Flint explains.
Val makes up some instant coffee, finishing as the microwave beeps. The coffee and food are placed in front of the Cliath, before Val goes back for her own tea. "Relax kid. And your rank system doesn't really mean all that much to me. I mean, we have our own sort of grading system, but it's not the same. So, why did you run away in the first place? Got the real strong impression that you were not all that fond of your relations."
Flint just nods once, hands wrapping around the coffee cup. "'Cause my mom. Dragged me up here and dumped me on my grandparents so she could run off, and. With some boyfriend," he explains. "Like always, except. Without me. Skipped town the day I ran away." A long sip of coffee is taken, and Flint does seem to relax somewhat.
Val ahhs. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that. Happy enough with your new family, I hope?" The bird-woman says, sitting down with her own mug of tea.
"And I did something kinda— stupid, a few weeks back," Flint explains. "Got upset at one of my tribemates and. I went back to their place but. They saw me, and that's. When they hired Nick." A grimace, but it's quickly banished by the coffee, and the food. For whatever about having only run away in December, and probably not having been on the street that long this time around given that he currently looks to be well-fed enough, Flint approaches food with all the enthusiasm of a street rat who's gone hungry long periods of time. "But yes. Mouse and everyone's good."
Val chuckles and leans back in her seat. "Well, that boy seems to attract the supernatural. There is a new girl out at Edgewood. Izzy. He was trying to help her find her mom. And now Izzy went and turned in to a wolf on him. The look on his face when I gave him that bit of news was priceless. I don't get to one-up him all that often." There is certainly a fondness in the woman's voice, as she talks about the Walker Kinsman.
Flint nods, though he seems a bit surprised. "Wait, Izzy's a girl?" he questions. "I've met him. Her. Seems a good enough sort, isn't. Not getting all freaked out by this wolf stuff." Another grin, and another mouthful of food not-quite-shoveled. "Not that I did, or anything. I. Mouse found me and it was better than being on the streets, and."
Val tilts her head to one side. "Well, she struck me as a girl, but I can see it being difficult to tell, one way or another. Anyway," Val says, draining the rest of her tea and putting the mug down. "Well, I'm going to send off a few messages, then get some sleep. You would not believe the paperwork involved in my job. You're welcome to crash here, if you want." The woman jabs a finger over at the bird-perch. "I'll be sleeping over there. With things being as they are, I've taken to sleeping near the exit. Just incase."
Flint pulls out his phone and looks at the time. "Whoa, it did get late," Flint notices. "Yeah. Little late for me to get back home, I think." Not that it's that far away, but given as Flint looks like he shouldn't be out without his parents at night, he's got a point. "I. Thanks, Val," he says with a grin. "S'pose not all cops are bad. The paperwork must suck." It's a grin, and then the Galliard looks about, another wary glance up at the silver around them. "I'll clean up in here when I'm done eating, and. And all, and then I have some calls I should make and such, and then, yeah, thanks."
Val looks up at the ceiling, then pulls a face. "Right. That not going to bother you is it?" She asks, jabbing at the ceiling. "They come down easy enough. I find it pretty, but I understand the aversion you folks have to silver."
"I've just never. No, I'm human-born," Flint reassures the woman. "As long as I don't. Shift or anything, it's fine. It's just kinda weird, being around all of it. Except for the. Time that Mouse-rhya showed me silver on purpose, I've not been around it since everything." And the expression on Flint's face communicates well enough what he feels about that particular memory.