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Scripts / How to make friends 101
« Last post by Fishie on Today at 01:30:16 AM »
Scripted 02.17.18

Played Characters

Mark Washington - Submissive Weak Moderate Wolf (Michael)
Sophia - Intermediate Lvl 2 - Moroven (fishie)

Non-Played Characters

Louisianna - Strong Alpha Wolf/ Lupa

Synopsis: While Lou is shopping Mark is getting some time out out the complex and ends up in the same cafe as Sophia and social awkward friend time ensues... or something


(21:01:09 )

  Junior's Eyes
Mark Washington
Submissive Weak Moderate · Wolf · Primul Patrar Lukoi
better not remember me
don't miss my passing

Cruentus Justia: Dark Origins @ IC
[Room Controller]

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to ALL: *Mark is at a coffee shop, we'll say....out and about unsupervised? kind of...one of the alphas (we'll say it was Lou) had to do some errands in the neighborhood and sort of asked/ordered him to come along....something to get him out of the complex in an environment that isn't working at the hotel...ever since Nuri's departure, even after he recovered from the physical and emotional turmoil, he's been more or less drifting though life, not really showing much of an interest in anything outside of his work....so the deal was this: he either comes out and sits his a§§ in the coffee shop for an hour or so, or he has to go camping with the Ulfric...it was a pretty easy choice....still, even among the hustle and bustle of the small, shop, he's still moved himself slightly away from everybody else, bent over a book and occasionally sipping on his coffee....he doesn't seem particularly aware of his surroundings*


(21:09:18 )

  Junior's Eyes
Mark Washington
Submissive Weak Moderate · Wolf · Primul Patrar Lukoi
better not remember me
don't miss my passing

Cruentus Justia: Dark Origins @ IC
[Room Controller]

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to The Daztastic!: Baiiii

(21:14:31 )
|°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|
Sophia
[Intermediate Lvl 2 - Moroven - Skína Garðr Rjóðr]
[Cruentus Justia - Washington DC - Imagine Chat]
[ Novelist | Critic | Columnist ]
"Inch by inch I'm closing in..Your eyes have sealed the dawn..Now it's only a matter of time before you shatter
try to walk away with pieces that you want..So you seek secrets of my soul..My misery I hope you'll miss
Cast your hooks, I hope you catch..A glimpse of blinded bliss..fµ¢k you"

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to   Junior's Eyes: *It wasn't like Sophia had a lot of use for coffee but it was surprising how often she found herself in a cafe with her laptop typing away. She had a dedicated office space for that but it lacked the satisfaction of human encounters. Time had been drifted lately and while she put her plots on hold she kept herself busy on trivial matters, of collecting businesses and people in a way. Each time the door opened and a patron came or left her ice blue eyes glanced from the screen and to the door before going back to business. When you had entered she paused and didnt look up. It was the scardy wolf. It was wicked of her to smile. She tried to play nice with the flea bags that for some reason fallen on the good graces of other vampires of the kiss but it was tempting almost painfully so not to tap into that free flowing anxiety. Finally she sat up straighter and in a fluid and careful motion her laptop was put away and in her bag and she was up standing in your personal space.* "What are you reading there....... Mark. " *She whispered in hushed tones. Not meant to startle you or maybe to startle you a bit but without you know stepping over that dangerous line. She pondered if you'd recognize her. There had been several wolf/vampire things that you most likely had been forced to go and she in a different way to showed up against her desire to be.*

(21:20:19 )

  Junior's Eyes
Mark Washington
Submissive Weak Moderate · Wolf · Primul Patrar Lukoi
better not remember me
don't miss my passing

Cruentus Justia: Dark Origins @ IC
[Room Controller]

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to |°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|: *it's a good thing that you don't mean him (much?) harm; he doesn't even start to notice you until you're too close for him to really do much.....he looks up with a start that is more or less just his general level of nerves, but then he recognizes you and his pulse ticks up a few more notches....oh yes, he remembers you very well.....he just kind of looks at you for a few seconds before it dawns on him that you asked him a question....his mind blanks for a terrifying few more seconds before he recovers* Just some Stephen King.....m....ma'am.... *is that how he's supposed to refer to you? he doesn't recall if there's a certain term he's supposed to use or not....if you were a wolf he'd lower his shields and greet you, but he's pretty sure that's not the case here....speaking of his wolf, the energy that buzzes around him is more or less contained....he does have at least that much control, even in the presence of a vampire*

(21:28:33 )
|°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|
Sophia
[Intermediate Lvl 2 - Moroven - Skína Garðr Rjóðr]
[Cruentus Justia - Washington DC - Imagine Chat]
[ Novelist | Critic | Columnist ]
"Inch by inch I'm closing in..Your eyes have sealed the dawn..Now it's only a matter of time before you shatter
try to walk away with pieces that you want..So you seek secrets of my soul..My misery I hope you'll miss
Cast your hooks, I hope you catch..A glimpse of blinded bliss..fµ¢k you"

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to   Junior's Eyes: *It must be a pretty dull sunday if she is resorting to the cheap thrill of spooking you. It was all she could do not to snarl as the fear radiating from you tickled her senses and your pulse quickened. To the untrained eye she seemed harmless if not a little eccentric, Her Platinum hair shone in the trendy lights of the cafe and her long ballroom dress made her look out of place not like a dangerous monster. But you knew the difference didn't you little wolf. As you stammered she offered an insincere smile and moved over of her gloved hands to your shoulders leaning to whisper in your ear.* "Stephen King? You must like scary things." *She chuckled and moved back slightly* "I must remember to have one of my assistants send you a few of my books. Now seriously boy. Isn't it a little late to be out alone. Aren't you breaking some sort of curfew?"

(21:35:18 )

  Junior's Eyes
Mark Washington
Submissive Weak Moderate · Wolf · Primul Patrar Lukoi
better not remember me
don't miss my passing

Cruentus Justia: Dark Origins @ IC
[Room Controller]

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to |°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|: *it's all he can do not to shrink back as you lean in....as he feels the puff of air as you whisper in his ear he squirms a little bit, and not in a pleasant way....right now he's more uncomfortable/anxious than downright scared, but your demeanor, your physical proximity, and the aura that surrounds you at all times are tilting that balance in the wrong direction....he swallows thickly and does his level best to respond to your words like this is a normal conversation* The Dark Tower books.....not really scary....just good. *another time he might have more to say on the matter, and he really doesn't want to read anything you've written, but he can't bring himself to refuse them....at your question about breaking curfew, he glances at the door, then back at you* I'm not alone. Louisianna is nearby. *he says this last in a huffing tone, a kind of "so you'd better not mess with me" way....of course it doesn't occur to him that you might not know who Louisianna is, but even in his budding distress he has enough sense not to call her the Lupa in public*




(21:53:14 )
|°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|
Sophia
[Intermediate Lvl 2 - Moroven - Skína Garðr Rjóðr]
[Cruentus Justia - Washington DC - Imagine Chat]
[ Novelist | Critic | Columnist ]
"Inch by inch I'm closing in..Your eyes have sealed the dawn..Now it's only a matter of time before you shatter
try to walk away with pieces that you want..So you seek secrets of my soul..My misery I hope you'll miss
Cast your hooks, I hope you catch..A glimpse of blinded bliss..fµ¢k you"

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to   Junior's Eyes: *Making your uncomfortable and anxious is almost better then the final seconds of life fading from a victim or finger painting the brick wall a few streets over and blood. She watched you vividly as you responded. Someone looking on might not see a game of cat and mouse but you were a smart boy weren't you. What kind of message would it send if sent you into hysteria. It was like in all her boredom she was playing Chess with herself.* "I suppose it's a decent series. I should have figured it wouldn't be the shining now... or Salem's lot. " *The brilliance of the situation was that even as a weak little pup your mind lacked the shattered mess to find interesting. * "Louisianna is near by hmm... and yet not close enough. Really after all the loss your family has faced I'm surprised they are so careless leaving you here to be picked off... I guess it is your lucky day you came into the same cafe I have. " *She sat across from you.* "I will wait with you until your owners... sorry.. your parents come pick you up...As I remember you use to be cherished by someone I knew.." *not someone she cared for admitting but those numbers were few.*


(22:01:35 )

  Junior's Eyes
Mark Washington
Submissive Weak Moderate · Wolf · Primul Patrar Lukoi
better not remember me
don't miss my passing

Cruentus Justia: Dark Origins @ IC
[Room Controller]

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to |°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|: *he's actually never read The Shining, nor 'Salem's Lot, though of course the former is pretty well known in pop culture....as for the latter, he knows it mostly from its references in the Dark Tower books....he knows enough to know it's about vampires....your words on it elicit a little moan from him -- a moan that gets abruptly choked off when you move to sit across from him....oh God no, not that! he even goes so far as to weakly raise a hand as if to stop you, but it's as ineffectual as most everything else about him....his pulse inches slightly higher* That won't be necessary.....please, I'm.......I'm fine. *he says this even though he most assuredly doesn't look or sound fine....in spite of all his confusion, your last comments earn you a very unconsciously canine tilt of his head* Ch....cherished? *he sounds genuinely curious about that, so much so that the "owners" comment passes by him without notice*

(22:14:08 )
|°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|
Sophia
[Intermediate Lvl 2 - Moroven - Skína Garðr Rjóðr]
[Cruentus Justia - Washington DC - Imagine Chat]
[ Novelist | Critic | Columnist ]
"Inch by inch I'm closing in..Your eyes have sealed the dawn..Now it's only a matter of time before you shatter
try to walk away with pieces that you want..So you seek secrets of my soul..My misery I hope you'll miss
Cast your hooks, I hope you catch..A glimpse of blinded bliss..fµ¢k you"

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to   Junior's Eyes: "Oh Mark. I am sure you are fine and will be fine now that i have come. No need to thank me. It's no problem really. This early in the night not much happens. I was trying to work but that thumping in your chest was distracting. I really need to grab a bite to eat tonight. " *She smiled and straightened her dress as she sat watching you like a cat, prepared any moment to pounce on its prey* "I don't remember stuttering when I said the word but yes cherished or maybe there is a better word for it. I never understood the fascination. But I guess everyone needs a pet. To distract them. Maybe that's what I need. A pet... Do you think thats a good idea Mark, for me to find a pet to help distract me from my boredom?" *You were focused on her explaining something that she cared not to while she just wanted to make you as humanly uncomfortable as possible. I mean at least there was a respectable amount of space and she was hovering over you now but that could change she was twitchy after all.*

(22:18:43 )

  Junior's Eyes
Mark Washington
Submissive Weak Moderate · Wolf · Primul Patrar Lukoi
better not remember me
don't miss my passing

Cruentus Justia: Dark Origins @ IC
[Room Controller]

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to |°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|: *as you continue to explain things - or at least try to - his confusion only grows* A...pet? *now he really seems to have no idea what you're talking about* I....you mean, me? But...who....? *he still hasn't put two and two together about who you were referring to....he shifts a bit in his chair, the movement serving to scoot his chair a few inches away from the table, and away from you....that wasn't an accident*



(22:29:23 )
|°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|
Sophia
[Intermediate Lvl 2 - Moroven - Skína Garðr Rjóðr]
[Cruentus Justia - Washington DC - Imagine Chat]
[ Novelist | Critic | Columnist ]
"Inch by inch I'm closing in..Your eyes have sealed the dawn..Now it's only a matter of time before you shatter
try to walk away with pieces that you want..So you seek secrets of my soul..My misery I hope you'll miss
Cast your hooks, I hope you catch..A glimpse of blinded bliss..fµ¢k you"

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to   Junior's Eyes: *Your confusion causes her to smile and shake her head* "It seems I have lost you. And look I was only trying to brighten your eve. Look how careless I have been, that still feel the need to back away" *She whispered the words softly, her voice almost sounded sweet if you forgot who she was and that they were most likely shrouded in insincerity* "Lets change the subject shall we. There has to be something we both enjoy. Have you ever gone painting? It may be an outlet you need. I hate to speak on the words you are not saying but I find painting helps the shattered minds at the hospital.."


(22:34:49 )

  Junior's Eyes
Mark Washington
Submissive Weak Moderate · Wolf · Primul Patrar Lukoi
better not remember me
don't miss my passing

Cruentus Justia: Dark Origins @ IC
[Room Controller]

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to |°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|: *his eyes shift to the door, as if hoping to see the Lupa coming back to save him from this....whatever the hell this is....maybe he doesn't need "saving" per se, and to his credit he's going a pretty good job of keeping his emotions contained, though you (and anyone else sensitive to his preternatural energies) would be able to easily mark him for what he is....though he is most decidedly uncomfortable and not enjoying himself, he doesn't seem close to shifting.....his attention jerks back to you when you change the subject....again with the curious tilt to the head* Painting? *as if someone with his sense of hearing could have misheard you* I.....so....I've never been.....very artistic at all..... *this is a weird conversation but at least it seems to be veering toward something less.....sensitive*


 

(22:47:08 )
|°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|
Sophia
[Intermediate Lvl 2 - Moroven - Skína Garðr Rjóðr]
[Cruentus Justia - Washington DC - Imagine Chat]
[ Novelist | Critic | Columnist ]
"Inch by inch I'm closing in..Your eyes have sealed the dawn..Now it's only a matter of time before you shatter
try to walk away with pieces that you want..So you seek secrets of my soul..My misery I hope you'll miss
Cast your hooks, I hope you catch..A glimpse of blinded bliss..fµ¢k you"

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to   Junior's Eyes: *She was enjoying toying with you but tonight she was harmless not that she would admit that. And even if she did would believe her? would anyone? She was oddly enough keeping an eye on your situation. While she may not be connected to any furry fleebags she had been rubbing shoulders with people who were her whole life and your vitals were more easy to track. Its why she withdrew from taunting you about your loss earlier.. well that and the fact you didnt pick up on what she was saying.* "Painting. Yes I did not misspeak" *She seemed almost annoyed having to repeat herself but she kept her tone even.* "See that may be your problem. Everyone needs an outlet. A little mess. Paint running through your fingers. No brush. " *She glanced off towards the door* "Still no back up. How helpless you must feel.."


(22:52:18 )

  Junior's Eyes
Mark Washington
Submissive Weak Moderate · Wolf · Primul Patrar Lukoi
better not remember me
don't miss my passing

Cruentus Justia: Dark Origins @ IC
[Room Controller]

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to |°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|: *you probably have a pretty good idea just how helpless he feels right now, which is to say, a lot....but at your words he clamps his lips together, refusing to answer the question, whether or not it's a futile gesture...he fidgets a bit in his seat and with visible effort, tries to respond to the other, less freaky part of the conversation* I....that seems like...a mess.....I don't like messes. *this is an aspect of his personality even from before he was infected: Mark was always a bit of a neat freak, and the notion of finger painting (which to his mind is what you're suggesting) gives him the heebie-jeebies completely unrelated to what you are, what he is, or anything supernatural about his life.....to really drive the point home, he gives a rather firm (for him) shake of his head no*




(23:05:26 )
|°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|
Sophia
[Intermediate Lvl 2 - Moroven - Skína Garðr Rjóðr]
[Cruentus Justia - Washington DC - Imagine Chat]
[ Novelist | Critic | Columnist ]
"Inch by inch I'm closing in..Your eyes have sealed the dawn..Now it's only a matter of time before you shatter
try to walk away with pieces that you want..So you seek secrets of my soul..My misery I hope you'll miss
Cast your hooks, I hope you catch..A glimpse of blinded bliss..fµ¢k you"

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to   Junior's Eyes: *Her thin smile grows as you fidget. Taking great satisfaction in the fact you feel so uncomfortable. She just smiles when you note your dislike for messes* "Well isnt that funny. I just love messes. " *She looked at the satin white gloves and back to you, tilting her head slightly as you have a few times tonight.* "Can you just image these gloves covered in a red sticky mess. I can help you imagine that. " *She leaned back in the chair with a chuckle. She was laughing at herself. Had she actually pondered using the energy to make you hallucinate? So unnecessary when she could just sit here and speak vague statements and make you squirm*

(23:11:14 )

  Junior's Eyes
Mark Washington
Submissive Weak Moderate · Wolf · Primul Patrar Lukoi
better not remember me
don't miss my passing

Cruentus Justia: Dark Origins @ IC
[Room Controller]

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to |°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|: *your insight into him is very keen indeed; you don't need to expend much energy to get him all worked up - his own traitorous mind can do that easily enough with just the littlest prodding....it doesn't escape him what the "red sticky" mess is meant to be, and he actually closes his eyes briefly as if to shut out the mental image....there's another shake of his head, this one mostly unconscious* Please....please don't..... *don't what? does he think you're making some kind of threat against him? probably not, but that's not something he can dismiss out of hand, at least not while in the mental state you've whipped him into*

(23:20:22 )
|°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|
Sophia
[Intermediate Lvl 2 - Moroven - Skína Garðr Rjóðr]
[Cruentus Justia - Washington DC - Imagine Chat]
[ Novelist | Critic | Columnist ]
"Inch by inch I'm closing in..Your eyes have sealed the dawn..Now it's only a matter of time before you shatter
try to walk away with pieces that you want..So you seek secrets of my soul..My misery I hope you'll miss
Cast your hooks, I hope you catch..A glimpse of blinded bliss..fµ¢k you"

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to   Junior's Eyes: *Her eyes flickered as she continued to watch you as you continued to work yourself up. It wasn't in her nature to let you know exactly how unfounded your fears were. Mess was to be embraced and while she danced around the subject the consequences to you being harmed were not something worth the effort. This on the other hand was ever so pleasing. Maybe this was why vampires took lycan pets. You were a constant straight feeding line of fear.* "Such a brave boy." *And that second you closed her eyes she used to move beside your chair. Not fast enough to give aware her superior of her being over the mortals around us but fast enough that her words in your ear would give you another startle* "Be careful who you close your eyes around. No wonder your family is dwindling in numbers. Silly boy." *her glove hand patted your head* "I like you. Such a silly little thing."

(23:26:50 )

  Junior's Eyes
Mark Washington
Submissive Weak Moderate · Wolf · Primul Patrar Lukoi
better not remember me
don't miss my passing

Cruentus Justia: Dark Origins @ IC
[Room Controller]

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to |°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|: *you are not disappointed; the sudden closeness of your words do give him a startle, enough that he bumps the table with his leg, jostling his coffee mug and (unless you're quick enough to stop it) sending it tipping over to spill....even without that, his reactions is violent enough that a few of the patrons nearby turn to see what's going on....he's keenly aware of the attention, however fleeting it may be, and his face burns red with embarrassment....he focuses his attention down on the table in front of him, not able to bring himself to look up at you when next he speaks* Please.....please just....leave..... *his voice is small, without any force behind it....he gives a little jerk at the gloved pat on the head, but even that he seems to tolerate in silent misery, unwilling or unable to give much resistance*

(23:37:43 )
|°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|
Sophia
[Intermediate Lvl 2 - Moroven - Skína Garðr Rjóðr]
[Cruentus Justia - Washington DC - Imagine Chat]
[ Novelist | Critic | Columnist ]
"Inch by inch I'm closing in..Your eyes have sealed the dawn..Now it's only a matter of time before you shatter
try to walk away with pieces that you want..So you seek secrets of my soul..My misery I hope you'll miss
Cast your hooks, I hope you catch..A glimpse of blinded bliss..fµ¢k you"

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to   Junior's Eyes: *As you spilled the hot coffee she moved to grab a napkin to hand to you. Ignoring your request to leave she backed up giving you enough space to clean up the mess you made. I mean you made a point of saying how you hated mess and then you made one. How careless of you!* "Now what kind of friend would I be if I left you in such a state. Clean your mess." *There was no powers used nothing to make it a command and the stern tone it was said in held little room for discussion.* "When Louisiana comes I will leave but I will not leave you here a mess of your own making." *she brushed her finger tips over the fabric of her dress this being a strange test in restraint. You might not know it but there is a inter battle within her mind where she wanted to tie you in knots and leave you emotionally crippled on the floor and look all you did was spill your coffee. The good (and that word is used in the loosest way possible) in her must be winning.*

(23:44:44 )

  Junior's Eyes
Mark Washington
Submissive Weak Moderate · Wolf · Primul Patrar Lukoi
better not remember me
don't miss my passing

Cruentus Justia: Dark Origins @ IC
[Room Controller]

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to |°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|: *he doesn't think you're any kind of a friend at all, but he doesn't have the balls to say anything of the sort to you....in spite of anything else, though, he responds to the commanding tone of your voice (though in fairness, it does pair with his own anti-mess tendencies)....he meekly takes the proffered napkins and begins to sop up the spilled drink* Thank you. *for the napkins, at least......he says this without much enthusiasm though....he's pretty drained right now, the strongest emotion he feels is shame at making a scene (such as it was) in public....his stomach is slowly turning over at the thought of what Louisianna is going to say to him, how much trouble he's going to be in....even though his beast didn't come anywhere close to emerging, this still feels like a failure to his thinking.....he is remarkably thorough with the cleaning, leaving the table probably cleaner than it was when he first came here......there is a trash can to one side of the table (he picked this spot specifically because it didn't have a table on that side) so he only needs to lean over to drop the soggy napkins into the bin....to do that though would bring him close enough to almost touch you, and at that he hesitates, his eyes darting to you nervously.....he freezes in that sort of pre-lean posture, his intention clear, but looking very much like a deer in headlights*

(23:52:55 )
|°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|
Sophia
[Intermediate Lvl 2 - Moroven - Skína Garðr Rjóðr]
[Cruentus Justia - Washington DC - Imagine Chat]
[ Novelist | Critic | Columnist ]
"Inch by inch I'm closing in..Your eyes have sealed the dawn..Now it's only a matter of time before you shatter
try to walk away with pieces that you want..So you seek secrets of my soul..My misery I hope you'll miss
Cast your hooks, I hope you catch..A glimpse of blinded bliss..fµ¢k you"

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to   Junior's Eyes: *She may not be a friendly friend but she wasn't an enemy. She could have terrorized you much more than she had but thats not a great way to measure things is it. It could always be much wordse than it way. When you cleaned the mess she smiled and glanced about to the cafe and most everyone was going on with there business. No one cared you spilled coffee, besides yourself. What kind of person is so broken that they think anyone really cares what they do if it does not pertain to them.* "I am sorry I frightened you. I shall try to do better next time. you look rather exhausted. I should call Geoffrey and have someone pick you up. Let him know what sort of state you are in..." *when you froze with the dirty napkin in your hand she motioned to the trash she simply backed up and gave you space to do as you intended. If not you'd just be there looking awkward all damn night.*

(00:01:25 )

  Junior's Eyes
Mark Washington
Submissive Weak Moderate · Wolf · Primul Patrar Lukoi
better not remember me
don't miss my passing

Cruentus Justia: Dark Origins @ IC
[Room Controller]

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to |°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|: *he would not have expected an apology from you, not in a million years...that catches him off guard as well, and he blinks at you for a second...of course you could be just saying that, but he doesn't have the skills to tell the difference* T-thank you. *he breathes more than says the words.....when you back away to allow him space to throw away the garbage there's another wave of confused gratitude from him...you have got him all turned around tonight!....he deposits the napkins into the trash.....when you mention calling the Ulfric he swallows again, and you're sure to catch a faint re-emergence of nerves from him* No need to call....Geoffrey.....I'm sure Louisianna will be back soon....she said to wait here and-- *his eyes flick to the door again, and suddenly widen* --oh! *if you turn in time you'll just catch the door start to open and the pack's Lupa stride in.....her arms are full of bags from whatever it was she'd been shopping for, but the pleasant look on her face freezes in place when she sees who's sitting at Mark's table.....there's only the slightest hesitation in her step as she glides around the chairs toward us, her lithe body maneuvering skillfully even when she seems overloaded with bags.....you've got a few seconds before she's here*

(00:09:59 )
|°•| A-Frozen-Motion|•°|
Sophia
[Intermediate Lvl 2 - Moroven - Skína Garðr Rjóðr]
[Cruentus Justia - Washington DC - Imagine Chat]
[ Novelist | Critic | Columnist ]
"Inch by inch I'm closing in..Your eyes have sealed the dawn..Now it's only a matter of time before you shatter
try to walk away with pieces that you want..So you seek secrets of my soul..My misery I hope you'll miss
Cast your hooks, I hope you catch..A glimpse of blinded bliss..fµ¢k you"

is within a restaurant or cafe
[ Washington, D.C. ]

says to   Junior's Eyes: *You can over analyze her words and actions all you want tonight. She was certain others would as well but that was their problem and not hers.* "You are most welcome Mark. Despite the spilled drink this was a much enjoyable visit. Perhaps next time you will not be so tense." *When the door opened she glanced to you her gaze casual.* "Look at that you were right. And here I thought I was going to have to cancel plans to get you home safe. Thank you for the conversation. Enjoy your book and the rest of your evening.." *She walked by the packs Lupa who wasn't exactly her fan. She could have offered an explanation or smoothed over a volatile situation before leaving but that was not her intention. Surely you had a care ride to fill in your keeper on the events.* "sweet dreams" *She said to no one or perhaps everyone as she left the cafe. No need to cause more of a ruckus*



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Scripts / Geoff and Lulu get along at the Lupanar
« Last post by Fishie on February 04, 2018, 12:38:15 AM »
Scripted 02.03.18

Played Characters

Geoffrey Cooper - Ulfric (Michael)
Lucilia "Lulu" Tucker - Omega Wolf (fishie)

Non-Played Characters

None

Synopsis: Geoff and Lulu have a brief but touching moment.

(21:19:50 )
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Lucilia "Lulu" Tucker
:: Omega Wolf - Primul Patrar Lukoi ::
::Cruentus Justia - Dark Origins - Washington - Imagine Chat::
"Take the time to learn to hate. Come and join the mass debate.
Take the time, take the time. It's all uphill you've gotta climb."

is at the lupanar in the forest
[ Primul Patrar - Washington, D.C. ]

says to ALL: *So probably not where most people would think to find Lulu but she gone for a walk in the forest to clear her mind and to enjoy some time by herself. Without thinking about it she was standing by the lupanar, inhaling the fresh air. It would be spring soon or at least that what she told herself as she gazed up at the night sky as her finger fiddled with the settings of the ipod in her pocket as she tried to find the right song to fight the mood or a song to drown out silence*

(21:27:58 )
You Won't Change Me

Geoffrey Cooper
Ulfric · Primul Patrar Lukoi · Veronika {IV}
Cruentus Justia: Dark Origins @ IC
[Room Controller]
Just say a word and the boys will be right there:
with claws at your back to send a chill through the night air.
Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder?
Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder.
I'll write on your tombstone, "I thank you for dinner."
This game that we animals play is a winner.

is at the lupanar in the forest
[ Primul Patrar - Washington, D.C. ]

says to .C/R/O/S/S\\\\\\\\M|Y/H/: *it would be less unusual, on the whole, to find the Ulfric in the Lupanar....however until relatively recently, Geoff had been avoiding the place altogether....it was part of his weird, self-imposed exile/punishment for all his failings, real or imagined, as they related to the illness which had beset the pack.....but after a few knocks to the head (most of them figurative) he's back on a more or less even keel.....so tonight, while others in the pack are doing much more exciting things on a Saturday night, Geoff decides to go for a stroll through the woods, and as they often do, this one leads him like a magnet toward the pack's place of power.....he's still a fair distance away yet when he gets the sense there's someone else there; you'd no doubt feel the faint ripple of energy as he approaches, much like you'd feel the approach of a large sea creature just by virtue of its displacement....he gets to the periphery and stops, his lips pursing slightly in a look of surprise as he sees you there....you are among the last people he'd expect to find here* Can't find the bathroom? *if you have earbuds in, he either doesn't notice them or assumes you can still hear him over whatever you're listening to*

(21:39:10 )
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Lucilia "Lulu" Tucker
:: Omega Wolf - Primul Patrar Lukoi ::
::Cruentus Justia - Dark Origins - Washington - Imagine Chat::
"Take the time to learn to hate. Come and join the mass debate.
Take the time, take the time. It's all uphill you've gotta climb."

is at the lupanar in the forest
[ Primul Patrar - Washington, D.C. ]

says to You Won't Change Me : *Maybe the fact that she didnt expect you here was why she let her mind carry her here. Before she felt you she heard something in the distance and stiffened her hand moving out of her pocket as she tugged her earbuds out and shoved them in her pocket, her body pivoting to face the noise and then she tipple of energy he lips tighten in a smirk. She wasnt sure if she had the mental stamina today for a quip fight but none the less here you were.* "Is that what brought you out here.? The bathroom too civilized?"

(21:44:07 )
You Won't Change Me

Geoffrey Cooper
Ulfric · Primul Patrar Lukoi · Veronika {IV}
Cruentus Justia: Dark Origins @ IC
[Room Controller]
Just say a word and the boys will be right there:
with claws at your back to send a chill through the night air.
Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder?
Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder.
I'll write on your tombstone, "I thank you for dinner."
This game that we animals play is a winner.

is at the lupanar in the forest
[ Primul Patrar - Washington, D.C. ]

says to .C/R/O/S/S\\\\\\\\M|Y/H/: *he makes a sound low in his throat, a mix between a grunt and a snort* You'd be surprised. *does a werewolf sh¡t in the woods? he's not gonna tell...his eyes sweep your form, a look that is both quick but thorough, noting your posture, your breathing rate, things of that nature....it's the sort of looking-over he often gives to new wolves he's meeting for the first time, and while you're certainly not new, you are kind of a special case....if he truly thought you were up to something nefarious, he would see to it that you weren't able to be out here by yourself...but that doesn't mean he's not curious....he takes a few steps into the Lupanar proper, glancing around before his attention turns back to you* You come here often? *he puts just the slightest emphasis on "here" meaning that he's referring to the Lupanar in particular, and not the forest in general*

(21:53:55 )
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Lucilia "Lulu" Tucker
:: Omega Wolf - Primul Patrar Lukoi ::
::Cruentus Justia - Dark Origins - Washington - Imagine Chat::
"Take the time to learn to hate. Come and join the mass debate.
Take the time, take the time. It's all uphill you've gotta climb."

is at the lupanar in the forest
[ Primul Patrar - Washington, D.C. ]

says to You Won't Change Me : "Actually I wouldnt be." *Surprised that is. Is it cynical of her to think that nothing would surprise her anymore. It was the case, be in man or beast. Her gaze remained focused she knew whatever freedom she had was because it was given to her and not squashed but it didnt mean that she didnt hold just a small amount of rebellionism, especially when it came to you. She kicked at the ground a bit waiting for you to do your assessment before looking back up. Your question was interesting especially for someone who could flip her words around on her, or in some cases her actions. * " On occasion. But I guess if you were out here more often we would have ran across each other before now.." *She took a step back* "If you are in need of quiet leader reflection time I can head back towards the house."

(21:59:42 )
You Won't Change Me

Geoffrey Cooper
Ulfric · Primul Patrar Lukoi · Veronika {IV}
Cruentus Justia: Dark Origins @ IC
[Room Controller]
Just say a word and the boys will be right there:
with claws at your back to send a chill through the night air.
Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder?
Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder.
I'll write on your tombstone, "I thank you for dinner."
This game that we animals play is a winner.

is at the lupanar in the forest
[ Primul Patrar - Washington, D.C. ]

says to .C/R/O/S/S\\\\\\\\M|Y/H/: *at your comment about his not being out here as much, he makes another sound, this one decidedly less humorous....however if there's any rebuke in that sound, it's directed inward.....outwardly, he simply gives a small nod, conceding that point* Fair enough. *before you can move any more, he holds up a hand as if to stop you, but doesn't actually reach out or move to block your path* No need for that. There's enough Lupanar to share, I think. *he looks around it once more, dropping his hand to his side, then rubbing it on his jeans as though it were wet or something......he looks down at his palm for a moment, then back to you* Matter of fact, maybe it's good that you're here.....I've been meaning to talk to you.... *he's not really a believer in such cliched things as fate, though with all that's happened over the years maybe he should be...still, it may not be a coincidence that he decided to come out here on a night that you were....stranger things have happened*

(22:06:59 )
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Lucilia "Lulu" Tucker
:: Omega Wolf - Primul Patrar Lukoi ::
::Cruentus Justia - Dark Origins - Washington - Imagine Chat::
"Take the time to learn to hate. Come and join the mass debate.
Take the time, take the time. It's all uphill you've gotta climb."

is at the lupanar in the forest
[ Primul Patrar - Washington, D.C. ]

says to You Won't Change Me : *She knew her comment was a jab one that shouldnt be made but wasn't it the truth and who better to tell you the truth than someone who doesnt care if they hurt your feelings. A lot had changed over the years. SDhe had respected you as the Ulfric and come to accept herself for what she was. This did not mean that she was going to braid your beard hair or put flowers in your hair. She halted when he raised his hand and simply nodded and seemed at peace with sharing the space with you until you continued on, saying that you meant to talk to her which sullied her mood slightly and her posture changed ever so slightly as she moved her weight form one leg to the other.* "Should I sit down and get comfortable?"

(22:13:49 )
You Won't Change Me

Geoffrey Cooper
Ulfric · Primul Patrar Lukoi · Veronika {IV}
Cruentus Justia: Dark Origins @ IC
[Room Controller]
Just say a word and the boys will be right there:
with claws at your back to send a chill through the night air.
Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder?
Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder.
I'll write on your tombstone, "I thank you for dinner."
This game that we animals play is a winner.

is at the lupanar in the forest
[ Primul Patrar - Washington, D.C. ]

says to .C/R/O/S/S\\\\\\\\M|Y/H/: *he notes your change in posture, perhaps senses your hackles preparing to get ruffled.....to your question, however, he simply shrugs* That's up to you. *he waits a few moments to see whether you're going to sit or not, and once he's satisfied that you're settled to wherever you're going to be, he opens his mouth as if to speak - and waits a few moments more.....there's a rare flicker of.....uncertainty? discomfort? something along those lines across his features before he regains his composure* Your.....science stuff.... *he waves a hand as he says this, not in a dismissive way but more in a "I don't really understand it" way* ....it helped save the pack. And I......never really thanked you for that....for what you did. *he pauses for a moment* I am in your debt. *he doesn't bow or make any sort of florid gesture, but he says those last five words with gravitas, in a way that makes it seem like there's some kind of binding covenant to it*

(22:25:01 )
.C/R/O/S/S\\\\\\\\M|Y/H/E/A/R/T.
Lucilia "Lulu" Tucker
:: Omega Wolf - Primul Patrar Lukoi ::
::Cruentus Justia - Dark Origins - Washington - Imagine Chat::
"Take the time to learn to hate. Come and join the mass debate.
Take the time, take the time. It's all uphill you've gotta climb."

is at the lupanar in the forest
[ Primul Patrar - Washington, D.C. ]

says to You Won't Change Me : *She wasn't one to mind the mess so she settled down to a sitting position as she tried to look as relaxed as possible. Her eyes were trained on you as she wasnt sure exactly what you were going to say. She had been spending months not getting into trouble and staying away from anything that would cause an intense lecture. When you finally spoke she exhaled. You may have more of an appreciation of science but since growing up she had less of an appreciation of it, if that made any sense. * "It isnt mine. It just is. But I am glad it was able to be used to help and not used to harm. Its not often that i can do something to help anyone.... You dont owe me anything.."

(22:34:27 )
You Won't Change Me

Geoffrey Cooper
Ulfric · Primul Patrar Lukoi · Veronika {IV}
Cruentus Justia: Dark Origins @ IC
[Room Controller]
Just say a word and the boys will be right there:
with claws at your back to send a chill through the night air.
Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder?
Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder.
I'll write on your tombstone, "I thank you for dinner."
This game that we animals play is a winner.

is at the lupanar in the forest
[ Primul Patrar - Washington, D.C. ]

says to .C/R/O/S/S\\\\\\\\M|Y/H/: Like hell I don't. *the words may be coarse, but his tone isn't...it's mild, almost conversational* I wasn't able to stop it from happening or fix it....not by myself. If the pack didn't have you, we could all be dead. *Geoff doesn't really tend toward hyperbole, and everything about his tone seems to indicate he sincerely believes this to be true* So yes, I do owe you. Without equivocation. *there's a formality to the way he's speaking now that seems strangely comfortable on his lips....and this next part, too.....he drops to the ground with the liquid ease of a marionette getting its strings cut....almost before you have time to process it, he's crawling across the cold, wet earth to where you're sitting.....he moves into your personal space without invitation -- and then bows his head, angling it off to one side, exposing the expanse of flesh of his neck to you, a physical act of supplication to drive his point home*

(22:42:00 )
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Lucilia "Lulu" Tucker
:: Omega Wolf - Primul Patrar Lukoi ::
::Cruentus Justia - Dark Origins - Washington - Imagine Chat::
"Take the time to learn to hate. Come and join the mass debate.
Take the time, take the time. It's all uphill you've gotta climb."

is at the lupanar in the forest
[ Primul Patrar - Washington, D.C. ]

says to You Won't Change Me : "Im not saying that to under tone the importance of what happened ir the fact of science things would be much worse but there were and are a lot of factors.... why are you talking like this... why are you being so weird...I know you are sad. we are all sad but.." *and then you crawled across the ground. She was not one for caring about the mess but it was weird seeing you move along the ground like that. She didnt like the fact you were in her space and then she felt her discomfort explode at the offering. Was there a proper way to decline. She wasnt going to voice how barbaric it was. She was a wolf. She had been a wolf despite how weak she was for a long time. She stared at your next and the stiring of her timid beast was edging to the surface and egging her on but her eyes flickered and she reached out just touching her fingers to the exposed flesh, not willing to take what is offered* "I accept your words."

(22:50:54 )
You Won't Change Me

Geoffrey Cooper
Ulfric · Primul Patrar Lukoi · Veronika {IV}
Cruentus Justia: Dark Origins @ IC
[Room Controller]
Just say a word and the boys will be right there:
with claws at your back to send a chill through the night air.
Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder?
Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder.
I'll write on your tombstone, "I thank you for dinner."
This game that we animals play is a winner.

is at the lupanar in the forest
[ Primul Patrar - Washington, D.C. ]

says to .C/R/O/S/S\\\\\\\\M|Y/H/: *to his thinking, there is no one wrong response to his gesture....if you'd tried to take a bite out of him, he might have taken it as a sign that your beast was getting stronger.....even as you hesitate at what to do, he can feel the flicker of energy from you, but he very carefully does nothing at all, remaining stock-still and unwavering....at the light brush of your fingers he gives a small nod and retreats, curling back into himself and coming up in a crouch a few feet away, his forearms resting on his knees....this keeps his head roughly level with yours so you can easily see his eyes* I won't forget it, Lucilia. *this may be the first time he's used your given name without your being in trouble.....he holds that position for a few moments more and then straightens up* Since you were here first, guess it's only fair that I'm the one who leaves you be, huh?

(22:57:43 )
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Lucilia "Lulu" Tucker
:: Omega Wolf - Primul Patrar Lukoi ::
::Cruentus Justia - Dark Origins - Washington - Imagine Chat::
"Take the time to learn to hate. Come and join the mass debate.
Take the time, take the time. It's all uphill you've gotta climb."

is at the lupanar in the forest
[ Primul Patrar - Washington, D.C. ]

says to You Won't Change Me : *She knew you were analyzing her every action and reaction. It was just who you were and that was why it was difficult to act naturally but she was very careful in making to do so. She remained silent and rather still as you spoke. Waiting for you to get up before she sprung up as well. When you mentioned that he was going to leave she shook her head* " No you should stay. " *She offered a smile and turned in the direction of the complex*
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Scripts / It's my fault I can shout if I want to (Geoff/Ru)
« Last post by dawiccankitten on January 06, 2018, 08:50:31 PM »
Scripted 1/6/2018

Played Characters
Ruskya- Vargamor Human Servant -dwk
Geoffrey- Stubborn pigheaded ulfric -michael

Non-Played Characters

Synopsis:
Ru is heading to Elisa and Rand's old house to do the final pack up of the clothes and various sundries. Runs into Geoff. They pack and have words that esclate in the house electrical probably exploding. Sorry for whomever lives there next!



Geoff: *he said that normal people stay inside in this cold....he also went on to disassociate himself from the normals....that must explain why he's out and about, strolling down the middle of one of the streets within the complex...since most people park in the garage, traffic is usually pretty sparse, and that's before the cold snap that makes most people want to stay inside....he seems to be just out on a stroll, with no evident hurry or destination in his movements....he reaches the spot where the wall had been breached oh those many months ago, and he slows just momentarily, his gaze slanting to the spot, even though by now it's barely distinguishable from the rest anymore, he finds it easily....unlike in times past when he would have stared obsessively at it, but today it's worth only a quick hesitation*

Ruskya: |=|And thus she was here. Coming in from work, or rather she had been, parked and was now walking about. Since we can't remember exactly where everything is located, for forms sake, she was going to her parents house to finish clearing it out. Which, either fortunately or unfortunately we will find out in a few moments, led her within distance of you. She had a bag or two slung over her shoulder, and yes she was dressed warmly. Perhaps not as warmly as you would think a normal human would be, but she wasn't acting as if she was a lycan. The clothing was just warmer than it looked. Thermal silk under right? Probably. She was behind you so, while she's sure you know she's there, she doesn't do any sort of otherwise indication of your presence. It's not like she could give you a beast brush although she probably could extend her aura out such as it was. Even if you couldn't smell her or feel her energy, you'd have heard her walking so she wasn't sneaking|=|

Geoff: *unlike with the last time, he wasn't actually seeking you out, though you're right that he not only knows someone else is out, and it doesn't take him long to figure out it's you...the cold makes it slightly harder to operate by smell alone, but that along with your distinct lack of a beast identifies you to him....he continues to walk as he had been for a few more paces as his mind works furiously...he knows that he can't leave things the way they were after our last meeting, and he's not going to let this opportunity pass him by...he hadn't sought you out since, playing things cautiously, but he's going to capitalize on this....so after a few more steps he stops, pivots on a heel, and turns to face you....his eyes sweep your form, taking in the details, not just your attire but also the bags slung over your shoulder...his brows rise fractionally at that* Fancy meeting you here. *pause* Outside. *pause* I feel like neither of us are taking things seriously about the weather.

Ru:  "Well, I went from the car and now walking to a house. One can't exactly remain holed up within a house until the weather clears." |=|she stopped, one hand in her pocket the other holding the bags over her shoulder. She wasn't exactly restless but she didn't settle in like she was ready for a huge talk. Of course the more she moved, the more energy got stored in her various rings and bracelets, so that's a plus isn't it?|=| "Of course you are better equipped then I am for the weather, so eye brows wouldn't be raised that much would it?"

Geoff: *he grunts at your words...the first response that comes to his head is why it's okay for you to remark that you're not a lycan when you seem to be really p¡§§y about anyone else acknowledging that fact, but for a wonder he keeps it to himself, instead giving a slight shake of his head* Guess not. *his eyes flick back over your shoulder toward where you came from, and then he glances in the direction in which you'd been walking* Which house are you walking to? *he has a very good idea which one it is, but he wants to hear you say it*

Ru: "Mine" |=|which was in a way true, and legal. Her parents are dead, and therefore their things were hers. She doubted she'd live in the house, the house she spent time in as a child, and that her parents lived in, but something had to be done about it. And it wasn't about being a lycan or not being a lycan it was not being treated like a fragile creature of glass without a place in the world. That's what she objected to|=| "And which way were you going to wander yourself to? Going to stare at the hole in the wall for a few more hours?" |=|Yeah she knew it was closed up, anyone can see it, but you know for some it was still there. And for you it probably wouldn't go away.|=|

Geoff:  I thought about it but decided nah, better not. *he doesn't react to your "mine" comment....truthfully he doesn't know how the whole ownership thing works on the houses in the complex, from a strictly legal perspective....this isn't one of those packs where all the members sign over the titles of their houses to the group, but he also never really concerned himself with housing details like this.....he singly gives a small nod at it* Thought maybe I'd walk with you. *he says this like he had planned on it all along, even though we just happened upon each other*

Ru: "Suit yourself" |=|She took a small step to the side so she wouldn't you know, walk into you, then continued her walk towards the house. Elisa had bought the house before the complex was fully built, which is why it as set up different than all the others. Frankly once she cleaned it out, she didn't care what you do with it. You could buy it off her you could keep it, you could knock it down with a bulldozer and crane. She had a place, a house she lived in with Sem. She didn't need any of this.|=| "Maybe you can even make yourself useful. I already cleaned out the food, but there are things I can't move, and don't want." |=|even if it wasn't noticeable under her coat, and holding the bags she did shrug slightly. Although it could have been taken as adjusting the bags on her shoulder.|=| "I've been busy and haven't finished it out yet. This should be the last trip however." |=|Not quite broaching anything although at the 'been busy' there's the faintest sneer in her voice|=|

Geoff:  *he falls into step with you easily, nodding at your words...if he picked up that hint of sneer or wants to use it as an opening for a discussion, he lets it pass* Fair enough. *some might have taken affront at being drafted into helping you with this, especially an Ulfric, but Geoff has no problem with it....he'd never admit it openly but he was looking for an excuse to extend our time together, this is as good a reason as any....besides, what's a little light work to help work off the cold* What kinds of things are we talking about here?

Ru: |=|this time the shrug was more noticable.|=| "Clothes mostly at this point. No offense but I'd rather not see anyone in here walking around with their clothes, so they are going to a shelter. Some keepsakes, books, movies, stuff like that I'll be keeping. I mean if there's anything like that, random stuff that the pack want, they can take them, but I am going to go through it first. Pictures, keepsakes. Granddya and Granddat wouldn't care anything about the stuff. They didn't care much when I told them to begin with. Aunt Z had more of a reaction. She's not here because she went hunting. You are welcome." |=| She walked up the steps, used the scraper next to the door to clean off her shoes and took them off, stepping inside after she took each off and left them on the mat by the door. She put the bags down and took off her outer gear. There have been changes in her 'casual' wardrobe, although to the outside people, the rest of the world, it could seem normal, for the most part. She was wearing more red than normal, even if it was sometimes just an armband, or a bandana on her leg. She debated cutting her hair as was proper for mourning, but Sem liked it, so she only cut a bit off it off. Jagged on purpose. The collar in the picture is adorned on her person as well.|=|

Geoff:  Ah. *there's not much emotion in his voice, but if anything he sounds a little.....disappointed? that may seem strange, but he'd been looking forward to a little heavy lifting....some people, like Bina, like to go out and run to clear their heads....that's true for Geoff also to an extent, but he also grounds himself with manual labor, working with his hands...still, he'll help you in whatever fashion you need, and uncomplainingly.....that wouldn't necessarily be the case if he had to put up with Zabela.....the "you're welcome" is met with a low chuckle* Much appreciated. *as we step into what used to be Elisa's house, he stops just inside the front door....he'd probably been here since it happened, but not many times.....there are certain advantages to being a lycan that aren't immediately evident, but that keen sense of smell gives him a connection to Elisa and Rand that you don't get: even after the fire and fury, the chaos of that fight, there are still tinctures of their scent lingering around here...they say that for humans, smell is the sense most linked to memory, and perhaps that's true because he's struck by a vivid recollection of Elisabetta, sparring and twisting with her, her using her teeth to attack him while in human form.....that led to his nickname for her, "ankle-biter"....he sucks in a low breath at the sudden strength of it....it's an unusually visible reaction for him....for a moment it's like he forgets you're there*

Ru:  |=|No her sense of smell isn't as keen as yours, but chances were it was getting a bit stronger because of the marks. If so it's gradual and she isn't fully aware of it. You suck in a breath, and she figures you got their scent still. There was a part of her that was slightly envious and another part that wasn't. Knowing this, the house was probably colder than it should be, she had left open a few windows, even with the weather, to air the place out. Which meant that the heater was probably running crazily too. But there you go. She moved to close some of them, although they were only cracked, because it was chilly. You could stand there or you could move to help. It didn't matter to her. If she lingered over a few things, touching, brushing, well could you fault her? When the windows downstairs were closed she scooped up the bags and moved to the stairs. She didn't speak while she did these things.|=|

Geoff: *we've already established that cold is bad for preserving scents, which means that even if you do have some enhancements to your own senses from the marks, you might not even catch it....Geoff doesn't care about the heater running, probably doesn't even notice it, truth be told ...he's still caught up in his own thing so he doesn't notice your own movements, the lingering....he doesn't fully return to the moment until you start heading up the stairs....at that, he moves to follow you....unusually, he's the one to break the silence* So where do you want me, coach?

Ru:  |=|She let out a grunt and just tossed a bag at you and waved a hand|=| "I don't care. Just pick a closet. The other rooms are done." |=|the were of course in the master. She probably should have done this room first, but she didn't want to deal with it. But she was. It wasn't like it was locked up, but she isn't sure if anyone else had come in. She wouldn't know by scent would she? And she wouldn't know 100% if anything had been taken, but chances were no one had come in to do anything involving packing or whatever. There were boxes in here, and most of them empty or half empty.|=| "I'm borrowing a delivery van from Miss Lina to get everything to the donation center. Raise less suspicion that way, it coming from a business van I guess." |=|Her voice was near emotionless as she opened up the tall chest of drawers that held a cowboy hat ontop, and started going through the contents|=|

Geoff: *he catches the bag easily, and nods* Fair enough. *he doesn't question your decision.....some people might feel weird to have someone with Geoff's reputation pawing through their dead parents' things, but he moves with an almost reverent sense, removing the items gently and placing them in the bag....he doesn't really have much of a connection to any of the articles of clothing but every so often he'd pause with one of Elisa's shirts in one hand, half-glaceing at you as though expecting you to stop him from disposing of it....but if you don't say anything, he won't ask....we'd proceed in silence like this for a while, but then:* You planning on staying here? *if by "here" he means this house, the complex, or D.C. in general, he doesn't specify, leaving it to your interpretation*

Ru:  "No. I am happy in my house. It would be too weird here, with the mismatched memories. The complex is bad enough. I have enough memories that I don't need a house for them." |=|she ran her finger over the brim of the hat, put it on after a moment, then continued putting the stuff into the bags. When she was finished with the dresser she moved to the side table, taking a box with her that had 'K' written on it in marker. She put the bag down next to the box and started to put stuff from the drawers and the top of the nightstand into the boxes and the bags. Not quite alternating, but it was close.|=| "I'll be heading out soon, not sure if Sem is coming with me or not, but it's needful."

Geoff: *he's not about to try and talk you into staying here, and nods slightly at your explanation* Makes sense. *he wouldn't want to live in this place either, with the memories.....Geoff is no stranger to the ghosts that live in your head, he's no wish to add anything to yours....he turns back to his work, but not for long....when you mention that you're "heading out" though, he stops what he's doing and turns to face you* Heading out? To where? *he tries to keep his tone casual, even indifferent, but can't quite pull that off*

Ru: |=|now she bristled slightly. She pushed the box with her foot around the bed to the other nightstand. She could have picked it up, it wasn't heavy but why? Her tone now got slightly waspish|=| "Who's asking? My Uncle or the Ulfric? Because it seems to me that there'es a bigger difference lately then there was when I was a child here." |=|her movements were still controlled and measured, she wasn't lashing out, but she wasn't a still lake you know. More from this nightstand went into the K box and less into the bag. She moved to pick up another box and headed to a shelf along the wall|=|

Geoff: *he doesn't care a lick about your stillness (or lack thereof)....the question - and the implication in it, moreso - on the other hand.....he straightens up, letting the bag drop to the floor, forgotten for the time being* Would the answer be different depending on who asked? *his voice is a little softer than usual when he speaks this time, with more than a hint of irritation in his tone*

Ru: |=|the irritation didn't seem to bother her or get more of a rise out of her.|=| "Probably not, but I would like to know exactly who is prompting the question." |=|she turned then to look at you head on|=| "Although at this precise moment, I am not sure if either one of you actually deserves an answer." |=|she wanted to turn back around and continue packing up the nessicary things, and leave. She wasn't sure she could remain in here much longer. She hadn't touched what had been her room, whatever was left in it, probably just stuffed toys and maybe clothes, although she's sure that Elisa, always practical, had already donated them. She just didn't want those memories popping up while she was packing so she didn't go down that hall towards that room. Her usual state of moving fingers, moving feet to get the energy to her bracelets and rings was slightly muted, as if she wanted to be still, but couldn't quite bring herself to be. Habits of years you know|=|

Geoff: *the last time we spoke, he let you get some verbal jabs in on him, and even if they were deserved, in other circumstances he would have still hit back....this time, however, you manage to get his ire up and he can't seem to fully restrain himself* At this precise moment, you're wrong. Both deserve a fµ¢k¡ng answer. *he actually starts moving toward you, at least for half a step, before stopping himself.....his lips press together into little more than a diagonal slash* Your Ulfric would demand an answer. *pause* Your uncle would simply ask. *he falls silent once more, letting that be his answer...whatever you make of it is up to you*

Ru: "And why is that? Why do they deserve more consideration than was shown me, can you answer me that? Why should your feelings and thoughts matter more than mine? Because clearly your actions indicate that mine don't, that my parents, my parents meant more to you than I, that your pain at losing your wolves was more important than me watching my parents being blown to bits in front of my god damned face." |=|she wasn't yelling, no. This was a growl, almost a hiss. She stood there, hat on her head, one of Elisa's hair brushes clenched in her gloved hand, because you know, her emotions are ragged and she didn't want to see any of yours if you were unshielded, which you usually were in the complex, and she didn't want you to see any of hers. So gloves. Right now it wasn't a big deal but in the warmer months she usually got side long glances she didn't care however. You stepped towards her and she didn't move. She didn't shift her stance into a more battle ready one, she didn't step back, she didn't step away, she stood there, hand clenched over the brush.|=| "Well I deserve a fµ¢k¡ng answer too."

Geoff: *and here we are.....finally....in truth, he always knew this conversation would happen, or some version of it.....even if he hadn't talked to Lina, it was going to happen....granted, it may have come much later than this, which probably would have made it all the worse...so in that sense it was glad that he spoke to the vampire when he did....his expression doesn't change, he lets your words wash over him, the anger, the frustration.....that burgeoning ire he'd felt seems to fade somewhat in the face of your words* You're right, you deserve a fµ¢k¡ng answer too. *the only hint of anger from him is the fact that he's using your exact words back to you* I don't know what you expect me to say....that yes, Elisa was more important as my wolf than as your mom? Or that I fµ¢ked up and didn't do right by you? *he spreads his arms* Which do you think it is?

Ru: "I expect the truth. I know she was important to the pack, to you. But I am pack too, did you forget that as well? Even before you made it offical, I've been part of this pack since I was seven years old. Did you even do anything for them? Or did you decide not to include me in that ritual because I don't have fangs and fur? Would it have been different had I been the age you all expect me to be? If I never met the Sidhe? Or would you have locked yourself away and ignored a grieving child then too? Nothing. Not even an "I'm sorry" for your loss. Nothing. Well I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to go inside that place with them and foul up the equipment." |=|now the hand holding the brush shook and her other hand curled into a fist. The alarm clock that was on the nightstand behind her buzzed and the readout flickered slightly, the lights dimmed|=| "I'm sorry that I wasn't strong enough to be their protection as the Vargamor of this pack. And I'm sorry that the last thing they heard me say was snide and angry because I couldn't do those things for them, that they had to leave me behind." |=|pop fizz...there went the alarm clock with a slight squawk of country music and a high pitched whine before it started smoking. The lights dimmed again and the light bulbs exploded with faint pops.|=|

Geoff: *we're in it now, aren't we? he doesn't seem to notice the chaos of the room, your energy building and taking things to a boiling point....speaking of things coming to a boiling point, his anger finally makes an appearance....as though a switch were being flipped, he roars his next words* IT WASN'T YOUR JOB TO PROTECT THEM! *the sound fills the space, adding to the cloying, prickling closeness of the room, his own energy sizzling in anger.....but after that explosion, he speaks in a quieter tone, though no less passionately* It was my job! And I let them down. *how he was supposed to protect them when he didn't even know they had gone is another question entirely....he takes a step toward you, stops...he's just outside of arm's reach* I didn't take it well.....I never have. *Geoff isn't like a lot of Ulfrics, and in most cases it's a good thing, but some of them would be more stoic about the death of pack; Geoff has been too emotionally invested* I was too much in my own head.....and that's no one's fault but mine.......but you paid for it too. *he pauses slightly* And for that....I'm sorry.

Ru: "You weren't there!" |=|her voice was rising now|=| "I was. Is it not part of what I do? Protect. Healing. Is that not what we do for each other? Is that not part of my job description? Why was I sent then, if it was just to be useless dead weight, if it wasn't to help protect my family? My pack? What is my function now? You are all I have left and you pushed me away Geoffrey." |=|had she ever just called you that? Ever? You took a step closer and this time she did step back, not in fear, just away, her voice dropping even as yours did. The next words came out quiet, almost lost. She took your words in registered them in some way, and it undid her. She knew even at a young age that there was a difference between the Ulfric and her Uncle. She knew it in part now as well. But the fact is both of them left her alone. Part of her understood it, but until you made her the Vargamor, Elisa and Rand where the only real ties she had, legally in some ways, of belonging to the pack. A way of her being protected, even as an adult should the big bad preternatual boogie men came to town. To be off the menu as it were. And that was ripped away, so that left her Uncle..and he didn't come.|=| "You pushed me away."

Geoff: *he makes a low sound at the back of his throat, half chuckle, half moan* If it makes you feel any better, I pushed everyone away, it wasn't personal. *maybe it's a good thing you're not a lycan, because there's more than a hint of lie to his words.....he was purposefully avoiding you, avoiding....well this conversation, really, or at least having to answer the question of how he could have let it happen....the fact that you were there and he wasn't in no way diminishes the blame that he places on himself for it.....he steps forward once more, but even though he's close enough to do so, he doesn't reach out to you* You asked about your function? To keep the Romanov and Blanche blood in the pack. If you're here, then part of them is too. *and in a different way than the normal lukoi method of disposing of their dead* The pack would be diminished if you left. *pause* Where are you heading out to?

Ru:  |=|she didn't step back from you but she didn't reach out either. She wanted to. She lived amoung lycans, amoung the Sidhe. Both are creatures of touch, skin hunger. But she didn't take that final step, she still wasn't sure if you would welcome it. She wanted to put her arms around herself but she didn't do that either. You thought she'd ask you how you could have let it happen? She knew better than that. Things happen. Had you been there and not pulled them back? She might have blamed you. But you weren't. She didn't say anything for a while. A minute passed, maybe two. Her hand relaxed on the brush but she didn't let it go. Her head was bowed but then she looked up, a strange sort of look on her face|=| "Back to the Clan for Dya's last rites. Aunt Zabela pushed them off for a while seeing as there were no..bodies to worry about, but it must be done. Thankfully I don't need permission to travel there, Aunt Zabela won't tolerate any vampires in Clan Territory. Miss Lina said I have to worry about that now." |=|there was an almost petulant tone in her voice on that score.|=|

Geoff: *finally, he reaches out to you...if you head had still been bowed, he would have caught you under your chin to pull your face back up....instead he reaches out and gently brushes his thumb over the apple of your cheek, the touch light, feathery, and surprisingly tender from him* But you will be coming back, right?

Ru:  |=|she didn't pull away from the touch and she half leaned her head into it, a bit of a shudder in her. She let out a half laugh, half snort|=| "You are my family. Of course I am coming back. I wasn't sure if you would have wanted me to, so I never said I made the plans. I haven't even mentioned them to Sem yet." |=|She had put her shields back up, all her shielding when you had stepped closer. She isn't sure if she can transfer memories if someone touched her from her to them, but Mirari said it happens as we get stronger. She didn't want to flood you with it. She didn't want to always seem them herself|=|
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Board Roleplay / Re: Inquiring Minds [Geoff/Bina/Others]
« Last post by m i c h a e l on November 11, 2017, 09:24:44 PM »
Hm. *that's the extent of his response to your words....in addition to being monosyllabic, it's also really short, giving you almost nothing to go on to figure out whether he finds that as good news or bad news, or even if that's what he expected you to say....normally whenever he plays things cagey like this, he has some internal milepost that determines his true feelings on whatever-it-is, and he's trying to find out where you stand in relation to that by how you interpret his non-responses....this time, however, Geoff truthfully doesn't really know what he would have expected, or which answer he would prefer....that's all he says for a few yards more before something new pops into his head* So tell me, what exactly does a pack of wolves talk about? *for some people, that question might have popped up much sooner than this....the fact that it didn't for Geoff probably tells you something....from his tone, however, you'd be able to tell that he's not just passing the time; he seems legitimately interested*
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Board Roleplay / Re: Inquiring Minds [Geoff/Bina/Others]
« Last post by rumor on November 11, 2017, 04:22:29 AM »
She was glad that you werent hurrying her along. She didnt know exactly where the wolves were. This wasnt like having an exact address. She would just know the general area. She noted the nod at her saying how large the pack was. She didnt assume you did or didnt have knowledge about normal wolves. She wasnt sure that she had too much more knowledge than you did. Its not like she talked about pack hierarchies with the wolves she had talked to so far. When you asked if she could understand all of them or just some of them she would shrug a little. "All of them so far. But Ive only seen a few of them. I havent met the whole pack. I think they all know about me  now though. They dont seem surprised when I start talking to them." It would stand to reason that they would communicate with each other about the lycan that could talk to them.
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Board Roleplay / Re: Inquiring Minds [Geoff/Bina/Others]
« Last post by m i c h a e l on November 10, 2017, 10:25:47 PM »
*whether or not he understands your rationale for it, Geoff shows no hurry or impatience at the pace you're setting...this is more than just idle curiosity on his part, but it's not a critical life-or-death situation, which is rather uncommon for him these days, or so it would seem.....he nods sagely as you say how large the pack is, and if you think that means he has a keen understanding on natural wolf pack structure and ranging pattern, he'll let you believe that....in truth, he's far from an expert....he has enough to focus on knowing about the Lukoi, he's never really seen much point in learning about our counterparts (though he does suspect that there is a great deal of overlap between the two)* Can you understand all of them, or only a few? *he has no doubt that this ability is yours, but that doesn't mean that there isn't some dependency on the wolves themselves as well...like only the alphas in the pack are capable of communicating with you*
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Board Roleplay / Re: Inquiring Minds [Geoff/Bina/Others]
« Last post by rumor on November 08, 2017, 09:00:35 PM »
She would smile as you said 'Fair enough.' before she would head out. She wasnt running because there was no need and she wanted them to know that we were coming and be able to be prepared for us arriving. If we were running we would just burst in on them and that would make them upset or nervous. She wasnt sure what you wanted but she really hoped that wasnt your intention. She didnt think anything of where you chose to walk because that was your choice. She wouldnt care where you wanted to walk. But she had no problem leading you through the forest towards to what the wolves considered their territory. You asked how many they are and she would give a little shrug. "Im not sure. Somewhere between 7 to 10. It wasnt entirely clear. Either way its normal pack sized. Not a huge one." She would turn her head a little to give you a smile before she would focus on what she was doing.
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Board Roleplay / Re: Inquiring Minds [Geoff/Bina/Others]
« Last post by m i c h a e l on November 02, 2017, 08:05:23 PM »
*if Geoff wanted to know what your wolf friend thought, he would ask it - or rather, have you ask it....which isn't to say he's cavalier or uncaring about the wolf....even if he doesn't possess yours or Jean Luc's kinship with natural wolves, that doesn't mean he's dismissive of them....at your response, he bobs his head slightly and moves as you do...he had no predispositions about whether he wanted you to lead or if you wanted to guide him; the fact that you took it upon your own initiative to lead tells him something....you don't see it because he's behind you, but there's a slight approving nod* Fair enough. *he's more than content to follow you deeper into the forest, though he is barely more than half a pace behind you, following slightly to your right....if he were more consistent about it, you might almost say he was walking beside you, but he manages to sidle back just enough to make it clear that you have point....he has nothing to say for a few minutes before suddenly speaking again* How many of them are there?
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Board Roleplay / Re: Inquiring Minds [Geoff/Bina/Others]
« Last post by rumor on November 02, 2017, 11:47:08 AM »
She heard your snort/chuckle at her question and when you answered her she would smile and give a small laugh. "Okay so we are going to the forest. I try not to assume with you, however." And she didnt. The minute that she thinks that she has stuff figured out is the day that you pull the rug out from underneath her feet. She didnt take your words to be an insult. They might even be considered a bit of a compliment since it clearly implies that you thought she had some strength to her. She was nearly bouncing at your side as we made our way towards the forest. She was always in a good mood when she was out there and knowing we were heading there now was enough to put a smile on her face. When we made our way through the garage, and then the tunnel, she would be humming to herself softly. It was some native american sounding tune. Probably something she heard from Inali. When we finally reach the forest you would stop and turn to her. She stopped her humming to hear what you had to say although your words would cause her to tilt her head a bit. She wasnt necessarily wary, she trusted you and your motives, but she wasnt sure what her wolf friend would think. Still she would shrug after a moment and smile. "Sure. Lets go find him. I have a basic idea of where the pack hangs out." And with that she would turn and start to walk into the forest. She figured that you wanted her to lead so thats precisely what she did.
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Board Roleplay / Re: Inquiring Minds [Geoff/Bina/Others]
« Last post by m i c h a e l on November 02, 2017, 08:58:33 AM »
*from the brief metaphysical touch, you'd get the sense that Geoff's not in a "bad" mood per se, but he's also not in good spirits either....it's probably a more complex emotion than a wolf is really capable of comprehending, but to a human it might be like the sort of grim determination one might feel before a big test or a trip to the dentist: he's in a mood to get something done, even if he doesn't expect it to be pleasant....at your question, he gives a low sound that's halfway between a snort and a chuckle* If you have to ask that maybe you're not as strong a wolf as I thought you were. *coming from a lot of people those words might come across as being snarky, even hurtful; Geoff speaks them as a flat statement of fact without judgement, leaving any perception of insult up to you to read into it...he leads you through the garage and into the tunnel that opens up on the pack's forest...only when we first set foot on the earthy, spongy soil does he stop and turn to you* I want to find your wolf friend again.
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