New an' exciting.
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flint_garouIt does help. But okay.
19 November, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Crescent (Theurge) Moon phase (38% full).
"I haven't been able to get that much," Ky answers. He lifts his hands to rub then against his temples. "Just that the whole gang is involved in drinking blood. They've got to be bound, and if it's three I'm…" He trails off and shakes his head, problems to be dealt with after. "What I can tell is the gang's a group of pot dealers. They ride bikes, they don't make a lot and what they do is blown on some necessities and a lot of frivolities, booze and hookers. He could just keep them as… food? I've been with them all summer, practically since I made Cliath. I haven't caught on to anything else."
The security cameras show Flint, carrying his backpack and a plastic bag that looks like it's got pizza boxes in it, pausing outside the door to talk to whomever he's with, before Flint moves towards the door to unlock it and let himself in quietly, and the other moves off, towards more errands.
"Prob'ly the street kind, then. They've got groups, same as we've got Tribes, kinda," Nieve explains. "An' I know one or two of 'em prefer the street an' usin' street folk for their shit." Flint's entry is scrutinised through the monitors as she's on duty, and the Galliard gets an upnod.
Ky glances toward the door when Flint lets himself in, and drops his hands again to drag his thumb along the edge of his jacket zipper. "I'm in too deep to back out right now," he explains, probably needlessly. "I'm still looking for anything unusual besides the obvious, but I haven't found anything that could be construed as a threat. Besides the obvious. Supposed to meet the boss soon though. No idea what'll happen or when yet. Just soon."
Flint hoists the bag of pizza in greeting, meandering over towards the others, with a grin for his packmate. "Brought pizza," Flint says. When he's close enough, free hand rests momentarily on Ky's shoulder. "Either've you, want any, before. Before it goes upstairs?"
"Sure, I'll grab a slice," Nieve agrees, by which she means half a pizza. "A'right Ky. If y'need help though, if y'get in too deep, gimme a shout," she tells the cliath, quiet and serious. "Ain't no shame in bein' snared by a fuckin' leech."
"I'm already in too deep," Ky says. He looks up at Flint and shakes his head at the offer. "I'm two in. I think I've got the Wyrm's own luck with how I'm keeping it together."
Flint sets the boxes of pizza down, and there's a brief furrow of worry at Ky's words, but the top box—pepperoni—is opened for Nieve to get some, Flint taking a slice as well, though not eating it yet.
"Gracias," Nieve asides to Flint, picking out a slice and chewing on the narrow tip for a moment. "D'you want cleansin'?" she asks quietly. "It helps, I think. Flint, did it help when I did it for you, after th' Rose thing?"
Ky shakes his head, something of fear flickering across his features. So vague it's likely to be disconnected to the present problem, something remembered as one remembers a dream. "If… When I get answers. Or I can't control it. Right now I'm fine. Mostly."
Flint takes a few bites of his soda, attention on his packmate for a moment, before he nods. "It does help, it made the… worst of the symptoms, stopped. Gets, whatever's left, there, out. Was like the first day after, all over, but it got over with after, slept it off and was better." However, Flint doesn't press, just nods.
"A'right Ky, but don't sacrifice yourself on the altar of knowledge," Nieve offers, quite seriously. "We need you in one piece more'n we need to know what this asshole is up to."
"Yes, Nieve-rhya," Ky says quietly. He pulls his feet up to rest on the edge of the couch, and his arms drape over his knees. For a minute he doesn't seem to know what do with his hands, first one grasps the other wrist and then the free one rubs over and down his head. "I should go. Supposed to be on tonight, out in Kent Crossing."
Flint takes a deep breath, then his free hand rests briefly on his packmate's shoulder, as reassuring as he can be. "Take some pizza with you," Flint says, gently teasing and almost nagging. "And check in with me, please?" That said, the galliard perches on the arm of the couch, swinging his legs just above the floor.
"Be careful, Ky. That's 'n order," Nieve tells the Shadow Lord with the ghost of a smile, mostly teasing. "Flint, tell me what's new an' exciting? Ain't spoken to you in a while."
Ky shakes his head when pizza is offered again. "I'll get something out there," he says with implied thanks. He stands and drags his coat on again, hoodie coming up over his head. Then, the Ragabash heads for the door with an "I'll be in touch," called over his shoulder.
Flint grins at his packmate and nods, swinging his legs in a bit of fidgeting himself. "Gaia watch," Flint calls to Ky, and then looks over at Nieve. "Not too much, really. We. My pack claimed territory, I'm out there in the part, in the woods. A lot. And patrols, and such."
19 November, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Crescent (Theurge) Moon phase (38% full).
"I haven't been able to get that much," Ky answers. He lifts his hands to rub then against his temples. "Just that the whole gang is involved in drinking blood. They've got to be bound, and if it's three I'm…" He trails off and shakes his head, problems to be dealt with after. "What I can tell is the gang's a group of pot dealers. They ride bikes, they don't make a lot and what they do is blown on some necessities and a lot of frivolities, booze and hookers. He could just keep them as… food? I've been with them all summer, practically since I made Cliath. I haven't caught on to anything else."
The security cameras show Flint, carrying his backpack and a plastic bag that looks like it's got pizza boxes in it, pausing outside the door to talk to whomever he's with, before Flint moves towards the door to unlock it and let himself in quietly, and the other moves off, towards more errands.
"Prob'ly the street kind, then. They've got groups, same as we've got Tribes, kinda," Nieve explains. "An' I know one or two of 'em prefer the street an' usin' street folk for their shit." Flint's entry is scrutinised through the monitors as she's on duty, and the Galliard gets an upnod.
Ky glances toward the door when Flint lets himself in, and drops his hands again to drag his thumb along the edge of his jacket zipper. "I'm in too deep to back out right now," he explains, probably needlessly. "I'm still looking for anything unusual besides the obvious, but I haven't found anything that could be construed as a threat. Besides the obvious. Supposed to meet the boss soon though. No idea what'll happen or when yet. Just soon."
Flint hoists the bag of pizza in greeting, meandering over towards the others, with a grin for his packmate. "Brought pizza," Flint says. When he's close enough, free hand rests momentarily on Ky's shoulder. "Either've you, want any, before. Before it goes upstairs?"
"Sure, I'll grab a slice," Nieve agrees, by which she means half a pizza. "A'right Ky. If y'need help though, if y'get in too deep, gimme a shout," she tells the cliath, quiet and serious. "Ain't no shame in bein' snared by a fuckin' leech."
"I'm already in too deep," Ky says. He looks up at Flint and shakes his head at the offer. "I'm two in. I think I've got the Wyrm's own luck with how I'm keeping it together."
Flint sets the boxes of pizza down, and there's a brief furrow of worry at Ky's words, but the top box—pepperoni—is opened for Nieve to get some, Flint taking a slice as well, though not eating it yet.
"Gracias," Nieve asides to Flint, picking out a slice and chewing on the narrow tip for a moment. "D'you want cleansin'?" she asks quietly. "It helps, I think. Flint, did it help when I did it for you, after th' Rose thing?"
Ky shakes his head, something of fear flickering across his features. So vague it's likely to be disconnected to the present problem, something remembered as one remembers a dream. "If… When I get answers. Or I can't control it. Right now I'm fine. Mostly."
Flint takes a few bites of his soda, attention on his packmate for a moment, before he nods. "It does help, it made the… worst of the symptoms, stopped. Gets, whatever's left, there, out. Was like the first day after, all over, but it got over with after, slept it off and was better." However, Flint doesn't press, just nods.
"A'right Ky, but don't sacrifice yourself on the altar of knowledge," Nieve offers, quite seriously. "We need you in one piece more'n we need to know what this asshole is up to."
"Yes, Nieve-rhya," Ky says quietly. He pulls his feet up to rest on the edge of the couch, and his arms drape over his knees. For a minute he doesn't seem to know what do with his hands, first one grasps the other wrist and then the free one rubs over and down his head. "I should go. Supposed to be on tonight, out in Kent Crossing."
Flint takes a deep breath, then his free hand rests briefly on his packmate's shoulder, as reassuring as he can be. "Take some pizza with you," Flint says, gently teasing and almost nagging. "And check in with me, please?" That said, the galliard perches on the arm of the couch, swinging his legs just above the floor.
"Be careful, Ky. That's 'n order," Nieve tells the Shadow Lord with the ghost of a smile, mostly teasing. "Flint, tell me what's new an' exciting? Ain't spoken to you in a while."
Ky shakes his head when pizza is offered again. "I'll get something out there," he says with implied thanks. He stands and drags his coat on again, hoodie coming up over his head. Then, the Ragabash heads for the door with an "I'll be in touch," called over his shoulder.
Flint grins at his packmate and nods, swinging his legs in a bit of fidgeting himself. "Gaia watch," Flint calls to Ky, and then looks over at Nieve. "Not too much, really. We. My pack claimed territory, I'm out there in the part, in the woods. A lot. And patrols, and such."