What is it, Question Day?
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flint_garouLess-small talk.
9 July, 2012
The moon is in the waning Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (63% full).
Nicodemus slips in through the front door. He goes through what seems to be a near-obsessive ritual: After closing the door behind him, he checks that the door has firmly closed and locked behind him—twice. Satisfied, he moves to enter the lobby area. "Anyone home?"
The office door is open, unusually, and not a minute after Nick has entered the lobby, Flint appears in the doorway of the office. "Hi Nick," he offers, a half-wave of greeting.
"Hey, Flint." Nick's got no groceries or books with him today. "You know what the deal is with the new cub upstairs? And the vampire? I left last night because the cub seemed to be getting antsy with all those people—and I wasn't really able to contribute anything. But… I'm curious as to what's going on these days."
Flint lifts his shoulders in a shrug, then paces over to the couch, sitting down. "Little bit," he answers, each word taking perhaps considerable effort. But overall, the young galliard is rather relaxed.
Nicodemus pauses at the brief response he gets in return to his varied, open-ended questions. He switches tactics. "It seems, to me, like maybe Ex was traumatized by something—or maybe herself. Had she changed before and been out, alone, on her own, not knowing what she was or what she was doing? Is that part of her problem?"
Flint points to the other couch, gestures for the kinsman to sit down, and raises his brows. "Time," he answers, entirely obtusely. "Yes, there. Things, but. Time will help." Another pause. "You… should ask Rina, if. If you want to know, more."
Nicodemus moves to settle onto the other couch, leaning back heavily into it as if he's had a busy day. "Rina and Kavi seem to be doing a really good job helping her to cope—or come to terms with things. It wasn't this hard for you, was it?"
The cliath catches his lower lip with his teeth and sucks it in a little, glancing to Nick for a moment and then down at the couch. "It was… different," Flint says. "Not easy, but…" He pauses. "I. I hear, my ancestors. For. For somethings, that can help. Other, not so much."
"I'm sure it's not an easy transition for anyone, but it's definitely harder for some more than others." Nick grimaces slightly, perhaps envisioning the hard-case scenarios for a moment—and then letting it go. "You hear your ancestors?" That's a new one for Nick, apparently.
This doesn't really seem to be the best topic of conversation, overall, given the moon, and Flint glances past Nick, then over to the office then the laundry room, and the stairwell. Finally, Flint nods, and taps his forehead, and then the approximate location of his heart. "In here, yes," is the affirmation that accompanies it. "Little things. Sometimes big things. The. The Litany, the. Knowing, what. Honor, glory, wisdom. Knowing, songs that. Kavi-rhya never taught me, that I. Never heard. Little things."
Nicodemus seems to sense the discomfort and tries a different topic. "Kavi and you. He's turned into your mentor, hasn't he?"
Flint nods, once, lower lip caught in his teeth a moment and then released, with a faint grin.
Nicodemus nods approvingly. "I don't know him all that well, but he seems to be a very stabilizing influence for Rina—who used to be pretty wild and crazy back in the day. He's probably a good role model, honestly."
The cliath nods, again. "Kavi-rhya is. Is good," Flint affirms. Still, as most topics, there's no elucidation or long-windedness.
"So…" Nick says, apparently getting a little uncomfortable with the conversational difficulties. He crosses his legs and asks, "Heard about the new vampire that seems to be in town?"
Flint watches Nicodemus for a moment, head tilted to the side, and nods. "Packmates found, killed. New vampires, she'd made," he says. "And that. She. Something that, affects, gets…" Flint pauses, grasping for words a moment, "into your head. Yes."
Nicodemus grimaces at this news. "I'd heard that it could get inside people's heads, but I didn't know that there were more than one. That's… unfortunate."
Flint presses his lips into a thin line. "One leech," Flint says, then peers into empty space, "makes many leeches. Little, stupid ones not dead long. But still leeches."
Nicodemus sighs at this news and falls silent, a little lost for words himself. When he does speak again, it's another question. "Any idea what the vampire looks like so I can avoid him?"
"Her." That's the only answer that Flint gives, and he shakes his head. Long silence follows, and the cliath glances at Nicodemus. "We. Know it's a. A her. But. Haven't seen, or. So… be careful."
Nicodemus exhales at this information—or large lack thereof—as he gets up from the couch. "I guess I'll just keep an eye out for anything that looks suspicious, and call it in in the event I actually notice anything. I need to get a move on. Nice talking with you, Flint."
Flint watches the kinsman get up, and teeth tug at his lower lip again, some amount of discontent expressed, along with a mutter barely above a whisper but audible nonetheless, 'fuck words'. But it's followed by a more obviously conversational level, "Seeya, Nick. Be safe."
"You too," Nick says as he heads for the door and exits.
9 July, 2012
The moon is in the waning Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (63% full).
Nicodemus slips in through the front door. He goes through what seems to be a near-obsessive ritual: After closing the door behind him, he checks that the door has firmly closed and locked behind him—twice. Satisfied, he moves to enter the lobby area. "Anyone home?"
The office door is open, unusually, and not a minute after Nick has entered the lobby, Flint appears in the doorway of the office. "Hi Nick," he offers, a half-wave of greeting.
"Hey, Flint." Nick's got no groceries or books with him today. "You know what the deal is with the new cub upstairs? And the vampire? I left last night because the cub seemed to be getting antsy with all those people—and I wasn't really able to contribute anything. But… I'm curious as to what's going on these days."
Flint lifts his shoulders in a shrug, then paces over to the couch, sitting down. "Little bit," he answers, each word taking perhaps considerable effort. But overall, the young galliard is rather relaxed.
Nicodemus pauses at the brief response he gets in return to his varied, open-ended questions. He switches tactics. "It seems, to me, like maybe Ex was traumatized by something—or maybe herself. Had she changed before and been out, alone, on her own, not knowing what she was or what she was doing? Is that part of her problem?"
Flint points to the other couch, gestures for the kinsman to sit down, and raises his brows. "Time," he answers, entirely obtusely. "Yes, there. Things, but. Time will help." Another pause. "You… should ask Rina, if. If you want to know, more."
Nicodemus moves to settle onto the other couch, leaning back heavily into it as if he's had a busy day. "Rina and Kavi seem to be doing a really good job helping her to cope—or come to terms with things. It wasn't this hard for you, was it?"
The cliath catches his lower lip with his teeth and sucks it in a little, glancing to Nick for a moment and then down at the couch. "It was… different," Flint says. "Not easy, but…" He pauses. "I. I hear, my ancestors. For. For somethings, that can help. Other, not so much."
"I'm sure it's not an easy transition for anyone, but it's definitely harder for some more than others." Nick grimaces slightly, perhaps envisioning the hard-case scenarios for a moment—and then letting it go. "You hear your ancestors?" That's a new one for Nick, apparently.
This doesn't really seem to be the best topic of conversation, overall, given the moon, and Flint glances past Nick, then over to the office then the laundry room, and the stairwell. Finally, Flint nods, and taps his forehead, and then the approximate location of his heart. "In here, yes," is the affirmation that accompanies it. "Little things. Sometimes big things. The. The Litany, the. Knowing, what. Honor, glory, wisdom. Knowing, songs that. Kavi-rhya never taught me, that I. Never heard. Little things."
Nicodemus seems to sense the discomfort and tries a different topic. "Kavi and you. He's turned into your mentor, hasn't he?"
Flint nods, once, lower lip caught in his teeth a moment and then released, with a faint grin.
Nicodemus nods approvingly. "I don't know him all that well, but he seems to be a very stabilizing influence for Rina—who used to be pretty wild and crazy back in the day. He's probably a good role model, honestly."
The cliath nods, again. "Kavi-rhya is. Is good," Flint affirms. Still, as most topics, there's no elucidation or long-windedness.
"So…" Nick says, apparently getting a little uncomfortable with the conversational difficulties. He crosses his legs and asks, "Heard about the new vampire that seems to be in town?"
Flint watches Nicodemus for a moment, head tilted to the side, and nods. "Packmates found, killed. New vampires, she'd made," he says. "And that. She. Something that, affects, gets…" Flint pauses, grasping for words a moment, "into your head. Yes."
Nicodemus grimaces at this news. "I'd heard that it could get inside people's heads, but I didn't know that there were more than one. That's… unfortunate."
Flint presses his lips into a thin line. "One leech," Flint says, then peers into empty space, "makes many leeches. Little, stupid ones not dead long. But still leeches."
Nicodemus sighs at this news and falls silent, a little lost for words himself. When he does speak again, it's another question. "Any idea what the vampire looks like so I can avoid him?"
"Her." That's the only answer that Flint gives, and he shakes his head. Long silence follows, and the cliath glances at Nicodemus. "We. Know it's a. A her. But. Haven't seen, or. So… be careful."
Nicodemus exhales at this information—or large lack thereof—as he gets up from the couch. "I guess I'll just keep an eye out for anything that looks suspicious, and call it in in the event I actually notice anything. I need to get a move on. Nice talking with you, Flint."
Flint watches the kinsman get up, and teeth tug at his lower lip again, some amount of discontent expressed, along with a mutter barely above a whisper but audible nonetheless, 'fuck words'. But it's followed by a more obviously conversational level, "Seeya, Nick. Be safe."
"You too," Nick says as he heads for the door and exits.