2018.08.30: Gorgon and Kitsune

Gorgon and Kistune
Mirai brings word from the Beast Courts to Journey and Bronwyn turns Gorgon in frenzy!
IC Date	Thursday, August 30th
IC Time	19:08:13 2018, PDT.
Players	Journey, Bronwyn, Lleutrim, Leona Papas, Jake Miller, Vesta, Skully, Dragomir, Brooke, Ouray, Libby, Paul, Aleksandr, Mirai
Location	Smoke and Barley - Private Dining
Spheres	Shifter, Gorgon, Mortal+

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Smoke and Barley - Private Dining(#9526RA)

Wood paneling shines in warm tones from the walls, the large stairway leading downwards into a large expanse. Glyphs are etched railing, giving texture as one???s fingers graze over the wood. Full spectrum lighting brightens the room and keeps the plants that fill the corners lush and full.

In the center of the room is a large, round fireplace that burns merrily and bright. The flames leap high, and are tended regularly by staff. Thick oaken tables are laid around the fire pit for those that would enjoy the dance of the flames. The tables have large leather seats and are set for the barbecue feast to come, with a bucket that holds bottles of spicy sauces and piles of napkins.

Dark green walls add color to the lounge area, with a red throw rug in the middle of it, and a smattering of furniture including two couches, and four recliners, with occasional end tables for drinks about. The couches are both beige in color, and rather comfortable, while the recliners are green leather, and the end tables dark stained oak.

Opposite this wall is the bar, a rich and dark stained wood set low with red and beige colored chairs seated in front of it. Behind the bar are three large kegs on their sides each holding 4 taps. The reddish wood of the bar???s counter is inlayed with glyphs, carved with care and polished to a shine.

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"Wendigo! I knew it!" Jake seems quite pleased by that. "Yup, Bill was Wendigo. Cool." His smile broadens. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Skully. I'm Jake Miller, Ahroun Elder of the Shadow Lords, rited Defiant-Storm, Sept Wyrmfoe, packed to Zephyr's Hand and mated to Giselle Anderson Miller." He offers a hand to shake then sits down at the table. "Where did you come from, Skully? And are you planning to stay here or just passing through?"

There's a lot of food. There's plenty more. Vesta has a packet in front of her. The boys are talking

Someone else arrives, looking like he got a bit of light sunburn today though it's already fading rapidly to a light tan. Lleutrim walks in and sets his motorcycle helmet down, skims a hand over his short hair and looks around carefully because he hasn't been down here before. Donnachaidh inhales, taking in the WONDERFUL smell this place always exudes and then smiles when he sees familiar faces, "Good evening, Defiant-Storm-rhya, Vesta."

Skully draws back a little at Jake's enthusiasm, but catches himself and resets his feet. It'd be funny to see such a big man so easily startled if it wasn't clear how seriously he's taking the introduction, even going so far as to silently mouth the man's name after hearing it in private memorization. He shakes Jake's hand so gently it seems obvious he's afraid of gripping too hard, watching the handshake with his squinty eye as his hand pumps one-two-three like he's had to practice the maneuver. He retakes his sturdy chair, looking questioningly at Vesta for a brief moment before turning his gaze back to the table.

"I, umm...," Skully begins shyly, clearing his throat and trying again in that low, dull rumble of his. "I came on the bus from out near Los Coyotes. You remember that wildfire that was out there a while back? It burned down the farm, and even though I said I'd build up the house again myself, Grampa Dave said ain't no one wanted to put money into another farm, and it was time for me to get out and make somethin' of myself in the world, so he helped me buy a bus ticket and told me don't come back 'til I know who I am, and now I'm here and Miss Vesta says it's okay that I can be here. You said that, right?" he adds at the end, looking nervously at Vesta just after Lleutrim enters the room, which causes him to stand back up in a hurry, ducking his head but keeping his mouth shut.

Jake notices Lleu enter and waves him over to the table where he's sitting with Vesta and Skully. "Hey! Come on over and join us! We have a new recruit." He looks back at Skully and nods solemnly as he listens to the man's story. "Of course it's okay that you're here. In fact, it's great that you're here. We can always use another good warrior and Prospect is the perfect place for you to figure out who you are."

Jake is sitting with Vesta and Skully at a table with a shitload of food and Vesta has a packet in front of her.

Vesta nods to Skully, still smiling. "Yes, I said that. You are welcome here. This is a place of opportunity and growth. You will be what you make of yourself, on your own merit." She smiles at Lleutrim and motions toward the food. "Dig in, please. I ordered enough for a small army - again."

"Whoa." Skully stands up and up and up and even towers over Lleutrim. Who's fairly tall, but no giant. "Football teams everywhere want to sign you on I bet." Nonetheless he smiles and takes his cues from Jake and Vesta who don't seem to be alarmed by the stranger. He leaves the motorcycle helmet set near the door and comes on over, "Welcome to Prospect, Skully. I'm Lleu Donnachaidh, Cub, born on two legs beneath the gibbous moon. No tribe or pack, yet." Yep, he looks a little old for a 'Cub' - Lleu's middle aged.

A chair he pulls out, "Smells fantastic. Thank you very much, Vesta. By the way, if you or anyone you know needs firewood ... well, I've laid in a fair bit more than I need. I can share. It's great exercise finding standing deadwood or dying trees and taking them down, bucking into logs, and splitting them by hand. But I don't have a way to deliver it unless Ghost-on-Water-rhya's truck gets repaired. It broke down today on the way back from George's place."

Having spent a good deal of time with his sons and mate lately, Dragomir has been busy and not as commonly found around. (All of which must be RPd soon) Low and behold, he comes walking into the Smoke and Barley all the same. The large Russian man motions open the door as he strides beyond the Galliard's moon light and into the food den. Nostrils flare and his belly roars beneath his hand-stitched shirt.

"I don't really think of myself as a 'good' warrior, but I promise I'll try real hard," Skully replies to Jake solemnly, nodding his head and brushing more crumbs off of his shirt. When Lleutrim speaks to him, he considers the man's words seriously before responding, "I don't know how to play football, though. I watch games sometimes, but I ain't never played. It seems like you have to know a lot to do it right. But, umm... I'm Evan James Pridemore II Weathers-the-Storm, but it's okay if you call me Skully instead."

Skully groans then, turning and looking to Vesta sadly. "I screwed it up, didn't I?" He runs a hand through his hair, looking at the floor, and mutters forlornly, "Cliath Ahroun of the Los Coyotes Wendigo. I came on a bus."

Jake smiles again at Vesta's comment. "Vesta's right. You can do anything you want to here too. Prospect is unique in...well, we do try to encourage people to follow their dreams. Really, anything here is possible." He looks at Lleu. "The Kinhouse probably needs some firewood. Ask Andy and Lucie. The Bonegnawers might need some too. We'll pass the word. Thank you. And we can get the truck repaired, no problem. I'm sure one of Vesta's Kin helpers is a crackerjack mechanic." But then...WHOA! Dragomir's here too! Jake waves the man over as well. "Hey! It's been a while. Please come over and meet our newest arrival. Help yourself to some food too. We'll never be able to eat all this." He shakes his head at Skully and offers an encourating smile. "Nah, that was very good."

Vesta nods to Lleutrim. "I know several people who need some. I'll send a flatbed from the Kinfolk house in the morning to get some of it. Or you can get the truck from the Kinfolk House yourself and take it back to the kinfolk house full of wood. And take Joe and Mickey with you and they'll get Ghost's truck all fixed up. I'll have someone bring lunch." When Dragomir enters, she dips her head politely. "Eye of the Storm-rhya." So casual a minute ago, but formalities for this one. "Join us please. How are your mate and children?" She nods again to Skully. "It's okay. Start it over. Mistakes are fine when you learn from them."

Lleutrim has gotten a plate and is piling it with meaty goodness, "A heck of a lot better than what I had in my mouth last night." If there's beer, he'll pour himself a big deep glass of it. If there isn't, Donnachaidh will order three pitchers for the table to share! Somebody is in a good mood tonight.

Then Dragomir walks in. Lleu moves to stand from the table, "Eye-of-the-Storm-rhya, good evening. Good to see you."

The new fella nonetheless gets a slight smile from Donnachaidh, "Skully's a good name. Nothing wrong with it. Pleased to meet you, Weathers-the-Storm-rhya." Lleu listens to Jake and Vesta and nods, "Great. I'm happy to keep cutting it and splitting as long as anyone in the Nation could use it. I'm not cutting any healthy live trees so it needs little seasoning."

Dragomir comes walking forward and nods his head formally first towards Jake, "Defiant Storm-rhya." Then he turns to look towards Lleutrim and Skully and nods, "Good evening." Then he turns to Vesta and nods formally in return, "Good to see you again Vesta." A glance goes about towards the food, and then towards Sully once more. "I am Dragomir Mihailovich, known as Eye of the Storm, Athro Silver Fang born behind the half moon on two legs. Alpha of Terminal Velocity, in service to the Sept of the Enduring Spirit. Welcome."

"I, umm... I could take a look at that truck, if you want," Skully offers meekly, shuffling his feet. "I'm real good with fixin' things. I don't mind."

Skully seems to take Vesta and Jake's reassurances in stride, nodding thoughtfully and scrubbing his hand through his hair just one more time. He turns to Lleu, listening to his comment, and says, "It's short for 'Numbskull', but that's okay. I don't mind. I like the name 'Skully'. I never forget people are talking to me when they call me that. Sometimes when people call me Evan James I forget for a minute and think they mean Dad or Lil' Evan, and then I remember that's me and I forget what they said."

It's Dragomir who gets a more serious look from the Iron Giant, though, and he squares himself up seriously and sets his jaw before responding. "I'm Evan James Pridemore II Weathers-the-Storm, but folks call me Skully, like you probably heard. I'm a Cliath Ahroun Metis of the Los Coyotes Wendigo. I promise I won't be no trouble, Eye of the Storm-rhya." He clears his throat after that, looking plaintively at Vesta and asking, "Is everyone out here named 'cause of storms, or are they all having a laugh at me? It's okay if they are, but I wanna know."

Vesta falls quiet to listen, pleased, content

Jake grins at Lleu. "Well, this is one of the best restaurants in town. Definitely has the best ribs. The Olympian has the best burgers and milkshakes. I'd say that me and Giselle eat here the most though. Plus you can talk openly here which is great." Jake takes a long, slow sip of his soda while Dragomir introduces himself, eyes darting from person to person. As always, he's quite laid back and calm tonight. Very relaxed. Skully's question gets a light chuckle. "You know, I never thought about it but you're right. There are a lot of 'storms' here. It's not a joke though. It's just coincidence. Oh, and by the way, if you just arrived on a bus you're going to need a safe place to stay. I run the Forge downtown. It's just a few blocks from here. I would suggest that you come and stay there for a few days. If you want. We have an extra private bedroom area and you wouldn't be disturbed. Totally your call."

Lleutrim resumes his seat, "No one is having a laugh at you. Not in this room at least, Skully. You'd be welcome to come see Ghost's truck. I imagine he'd appreciate it. I already tried to fix it but he's going to need a replacement fuel injection, I think. Not /entire/ sure if that's the problem, though." Donnachaidh pauses to eat because by God, he's hungry and this can't be allowed to go to waste. A nod to Jake and after he's had some beer to clear his mouth, Lleu grins, "Oh, I've eaten here a lot. Back when I was still a Cop, before my change, I came here. Just not /down/ here in the private section, before tonight." A nice dark porter goes nicely with the meat.

There's a look to Vesta, then back to Skully, "There's also some new cabins built near to mine. I don't know what's already claimed but Vesta will know." There's a chair next to Lleu if Dragomir wants it.

Mirai comes in from Smoke and Barley - Kitchen

Dragomir lofts a brow slightly, looking over Skully at the mention of trouble. His expression cracks and he grins slowly, predatory in manner more than friendly. "I doubt you will be any more trouble then my Wendigo pack mates. Howling Wind, and Like the Wind.. if you have not met them already, you should seek to do so. They will integrate you well here." Then he turns to look towards Lleutrim and walks over to place a hand on the man's shoulder as he takes a seat. "Piss off anymore Elders lately Cub?" A glance towards Jake. Somehow this doesn't seem like the friendliest of questions, though he's smiling. Which is creepy in that serial killer/murder-hobo kind of way. Perhaps Lleutrim and him have history.

There is Mirai, coming down from above. Stairs are indeed a lovely invention. She seems displeased with her clothing on some level. Tucking and pulling at it as she walks, and more so when she stops politely at the ending of the stairs. A backpack, partly unzipped is over her shoulders, and one of her hands reaches into it when it can be bothered to stop moving her skirt.

Skully seems satisfied that he's not the butt of a joke here, nodding twice before retaking his seat and taking a big ol' gulp of cola and keeping his mouth shut while the others talk. He eats a few more bites of barbecue brisket, munching contentedly and trying to pay attention, and finally turns to Lleu and furrows his eyebrows. "If the engine's leaking or misfiring or somethin', you're probably lookin' at fuel injectors, maybe, or the like. Could just need to be cleaned. People don't clean machines much, but they need it, just like folks do." He nods confidently to himself at that, seeming reasonably assured that he's right.

After that, he's ready to consider Jake's offer, chewing thoughtfully on some brisket before making up his mind. "I might like that. I hear you make stuff there. I know how to do that, too. I might could be helpful, maybe. I earn my keep." He shuts his mouth when Dragomir speaks, though, and bows his head. "Yes, rhya. I haven't met them, rhya, but I will. I don't know nobody ain't in this room yet."

Vesta is still listening, though she nods to both jake and Lleutrim. "Whichever he's most comfortable in," she says, nodding to Mirai, motioning toward the food that is still piled on the table and jst keeps coming

Jake nods to Lleu. "Well, they have some special dishes back here and often the chef will even make us new things to try." He looks over at Dragomir. "Did I ever tell you that my first pack mate was Wendigo? Great guy. Bill Greene. Incredible warrior. We fought together as one. Taught me a lot." Clearly Jake thought the world of him. Jake then notices Mirai and offers a wave of greeting. "Evening." Skully gets his attention again. "Yes, we make weapons for the Nation and can always use some help there. Tell you what...come home with me tonight, check out the place, stay for a few days and help around the Forge and see if you like it or not. No pressure. If it works for you, fine. If not, that's okay too."

Lleutrim looks to Dragomir when the hand is laid upon his shoulder. He wipes his mouth, which thins. Aye, a flicker of his grey eyes to Jake, then back to Dragomir. "To be honest, yes. I'm afraid I rather made Shaderunner-rhya pissed off with me as well. I have apologized to both he and Defiant-Storm-rhya and given my word that it will not happen again." Lleu speaks quietly. A thin smile for Skully and a flicker of his gaze but Donnachaidh's rather occupied with Dragomir at the moment. Lleu's attention stays on the Philodox who addresses him.

Leona makes her way into the back room as she slightly bounces and hums to a song through ear buds, In one hand she has a skate board held by the trucks.axils, and a scrap peiced denum bag slung across her shoulders.

Dragomir nods his head, "Good..good to hear. Of course it will happen again. Heck, I still piss the Elders off sometimes as well. We are Warriors of Rage, don't think you can fight the anger." He lifts his hand from Lleutrim's shoulder and pokes his finger against the side of the man's head, "You used Wisdom. You apologized, and learned from the experience. Gaia places Elders in our past to challenge our resolve and test our strength as much as any spirit or foe we will fight. You did good Cub. It is important to know when not to fight, as much as it is to know how to fight."

He turns his head to look back towards Jake and nods his head, "You are lucky that neither Defiant Storm or Shaderunner put you through a building though. I have been on the battlefield with them, and I would not fight them willingly." He grins broadly. A pat on Lleutrim's back and he withdraws his hand once more. "Did you respect the Litany with this food yet?" He motions to the food, then towards Jake lightly.

Mirai shifts a little, from her backpack comes a mask. White porcaline, vulpine, painted in red stripes across it, and to fill in the ears. Setting it across her face seems to settle her a little, though she picks at her clothes for a few more moments before she bows. Formal, stiff, precisely fourty five degrees, and held for precisely three seconds before she rises and speaks. "Tachibana Mirai, known as She Who Walks the Paths of Self, One tailed of the Kitsune, Chosen of Kataribe, Courtier of the Beast Courts of the Emerald Mother, Seeker of Ways, Opener of Doors, The Promise of Those Who Venture, Conveyor of Facts both Fair and Balanced, Herald of the words of the Regent, may she rule for Ten Thousand Years, brings word from the courts, and seeks the presence of the Rhy-yah."

Skully's one eye moves from person to person as different arrivals take up the threads of conversation, making a heroic effort at following lines of thought and inferences to which he isn't privy. The longer he does this the more he appears to be shrinking in on himself, as if it were possible for a man the size of a Kodiak to go unnoticed. He's even stopped eating, allowing nothing to distract him as his mind slowly turns and tries to make sense of all the new information. When Jake addresses him, he ducks his head politely, looking at the table as he responds, "That'd be nice. Thank you very much. Grampa Dave says always mind your manners and don't be no trouble. Help when and where you can. I will, too."

When Mirai speaks, however, Skully's eye goes wide and he stands to his feet, booming out, "Nuh-uh!" loudly and heedless of the fact that with his lungs it sounds like someone just blew an amplifier.

Leona sinds the bar, because you know thats where the keep the booz at. She strums her hands on the counter in a knock knock rythem as she says "Can I get a bottle of Guiness down here please." She then turns to examin the crowd as she smiles and brushes her white hair out of her face.

Lleutrim's previous good humor has evaporated somewhat. "I will keep my word, Eye-of-the-Storm-rhya, and not do /that/ particular thing again if I can possibly help it. It seems I am often fighting my anger." Donnachaidh endures the poking to the side of his head, nor does he appear to resent it. One corner of his mouth quirks and then he nods, "I was rather expecting Shaderunner-rhya to totally kick my ass, or worse. I prefer that he did not have to." The Galliard offeres to pur Dragomir a dark beer if the Russian wants it. He himself resumes eating and now finally notices the two women who have arrived. Lleu shifts his chair somewhat to pay Mirai attention while she gives a formal introduction.

Jake looks over and nods a greeting to Leona before looking back at Dragomir and Lleu. He looks quite pleased with Drago's statement and nods. "We do indeed learn from all our experiences. Good and bad. Unfortunately a good deal of frustration does go hand in hand with being Garou. Frustration doesn't help our Rage either. It's a never ending battle but, believe me, it does get easier to handle with time." Jake regards Mirai as she introduces herself. "It's a pleasure. Jake Miller, Full Moon Elder of the Shadow Lords, rited Defiant-Storm and Sept Wyrmfoe." Yeah, he shortens his title this time. Skully gets a nod. "Your Grampa sounds like a wise man. Don't worry, we'll get you settled in no time." He does blink as the man shoots to his feet though.

Vesta got a phone call and slipped away for a brief moment, but she comes back, putting her phone in her pocket, shaking her head. "Sorry. Stephen wants mommy. Lisa is having trouble getting him to bed. She said he's just laying there screaming 'Bacon' in lupus." She just shakes her head and can't help the little grin that escapes. Then she goes back to just listening.

Dragomir turns his head to look towards the Kitsune when she presents herself. He leans over towards Lleutrim and whispers, "Fox shifter." to help fill in the blank. Then he coils around and glances to Skully, "Before we go further.. I feel compelled to correct a grievous mistake being made. 'rhya', is neither a title, or a name.." He motions his half-gloved hand lightly and offers, "It is an honorific." He motions towards Jake and says, "This is Defiant Storm-rhya, if you wish to address him respectfully. He is the eldest of the Garou Nation in this room presently, or at least visibly. It's entirely possible that Shaderunner is lurking nearby, he does that."

Leona smiles to besta and says "Thats funny," She grins and then waves ot the Kitsune girl and smiles as she says "Hello."

Mirai pauses there, her head tilts, and her mask follows it. There is a small pause. "There is...more than one?" She shifts slightly to one side, her hands plucking again at her skirt before she bows several more times in apology, each one lower than the last. "This one begs forgiveness for her lack of knowledge of the sunset people, and seeks the one known as ... Shaderunner ..." The pause there seems almost unnatural, as if she wants to say more, but does not, uncomfortable it seems with the lack of a title train to follow the name.

Lleutrim says real low to Dragomir, "She's cute." Donnachaidh then stands and puts a hand out to Skully's arm, "I'm sure she's perfectly genuine, Skully. Please be polite and introduce yourself." And to Mirai, he offers a hint of a smile, "I'm Lleutrim Donnachaidh, Cub, born on two legs beneath the Gibbous moon, no tribe nor pack yet. Welcome to Prospect."

"I know, but I'm tryin' to mind my manners and pay respect, and Defiant Storm-rhya kind of told me to relax and so I did, but you didn't, so I was tryin' to be respectful like Grampa Dave said and not make trouble," Skully mumbles quietly, keeping his eye on the floor and his hands at his sides. He clears his throat again, lips twisting in an awkward frown, before looking back to Jake. "Was I bein' disrespectful? I'm real sorry if I was. I sometimes don't realize I'm doin' bad until after I already done it. And there's so many people, and that lady says she's a fox-person, and I ain't seen a fox person before and she surprised me."

After all of that and Lleu's steadying hand on his arm, Skully stands up-up-UP to that full seven feet (plus, maybe?) and ducks his head toward Mirai. "I'm real sorry about that, Toshiba Mirai. I ain't never met a Kitsune before. I didn't mean to be so loud." He shuffles his feet, squaring up a bit, and says, "I'm Evan James Pridemore II Weathers-the-Storm, an' I'm a Cliath Ahroun Metis of the Los Coyotes Wendigo. I'm new and I didn't mean to have no bad manners. It was a long bus ride here and I think maybe I'm kinda tired and not behavin' right."

"It's a matter of protocol," Vesta offers to Skully in her calm, friendly tone. "If you were to say, outside, in the human world, 'Jake-rhya', then that draws attention. Or could. If you keep the honorific with the ritename and completely drop it when you use the human name, you are less likely to make a slip. Remember what I said about learning from mistakes. There is a difference between misbehavior and lack of knowledge." To Leona, she nods. "Stephen occasionally gets very dramatic. He's working on his intro with daddy right now."

Jake smiles genuinely at Skully. "You are doing just fine. Don't worry. Vesta's right. It's all a bit overwhelming and confusing, I know, plus there are all these new faces and names. You have nothing to be sorry about. You'll figure it all out. We will all help guide you." He glances at the time. "Actually I need to get home to Giselle. Vesta, please bring Skully over to the Forge when you're done eating and show him the extra bedroom. Skully, I'll give you a tour of the building tomorrow and we'll talk more. Again, welcome." He smiles, stands and nods to the others. "Goodnight everyone."

Donnachaidh pats Skully's arm and moves to resume his own seat. There is food not being eaten! Oh. /And/ Dragomir's question that wasn't answered. Lleu leans over and says very low, "Please remind me... how to respect the Litany with the food. 'The First Share of the Kill for the Greatest in Station'? I was the last to arrive before you and it was Jake and Vesta who invited me to join them."

"I'm finished, actually. Skully, are you ready to go? I'll show you where you can stay for the night." Vesta rises, giving those at the table a polite smile and nod.

Leona sips her beer as she claims a bar stool for herself as she smiles and well watches as there really isnt anything she has to say just yet or has a spot to add it into the conversation.

"Umm... actually, Defiant Storm-rhya, it was a real long bus ride and I ate all that food, and I'm gettin' real sleepy, so... can I just follow you back? I ain't tryin' to be rude to all the nice folks who are here, but I ain't slept for a long time and I really do need to," Skully says in response to Jake, standing up and wiping his hands on a naptkin. "It's been real nice meeting everybody and all, and I hope I see you soon 'cause you're all awfully nice."

With that, Skully gives a shy smile, nodding his head to each person in turn before finally settling on Vesta. "You 'specially, Miss Vesta. Thank you. An' I wouldn't never say nuthin' like that out in the world. I know my times and places, ma'am. I ain't entirely foolish, I promise. If we're all goin', I'm surely ready."

Vesta nods to Skully. "Of course you wouldn't. But that's the protocol and that's WHY it's the protocol. It just makes things easier." She gives him a smile and hands over the packet in her hand. "Back to the forge for the night and then Jake or someone else will meet with you tomorrow." She leads him out, nice and easy-like

Dragomir watches as so many things transpire, when Jake leaves.. he's next on the totem-pole, so he does what any unsupervised carnavore would do, he reaches over for a rib and brings it to his lips to take a bite. He nods towards Lleutrim and says, "Exactly.. well done." Then he looks over towards Mirai and says, "You're welcome to join us and talk, but Shaderunner is not here right now. I can let him know you were seeking him if you like.. or you can pass your message on through me. Whichever you prefer."

Lleutrim gives Skully an upnod as he and Vesta head out, "Goodnight, Skully, Vesta."

Well that certainly cleared the room. "Metis..." she speaks the unfamiliar word with a tilt of her head. Then she is bowing again, towards those leaving, and to the others who have addressed her. "Ah. I fear that my words are sensitive, and I would not wish to cause offense to any who are unable to speak for the Ga-roo." Perhaps she smiles, hard to tell with the mask on. "I thank you for your hospitality in allowing me to take refreshment before I return to the Court."

Likewise Lleu is also eating. He pours more beer and is laying into a fairly impressive stack of BBQ ribs along with a side salad and bread. He looks between Dragomir and Mirai without saying anything, since his mouth is full. A drink of beer to wash it down and a half smile for Leona. Once he can speak once more, Donnachaidh says, "I think I remember you from the Caern, with Sten?" Yep, not adding anything to his plate until Dragomir has everything and anything he likes as Athro.

Leona finishes her first beer and then orders the second as she just smiles. The small asian woman just listens and seems to enjoy the ambiance as she leans back against the bar resting on her elbows as she faces the room.

Dragomir nods his head and offers, "Yes well.. he tends to be everywhere and anywhere he is needed. I would suggest just waiting somewhere, or saying his name a few more times - and he will likely show up." The large Russian mentions idly, and then nods towards Lleutrim, and encourages him to take some food for himself. "So how goes your training? Learn anything valuable recently? Or have any questions I can help clarify for you Cub?"

Brooke makes her way, slower than usual into the room. She can do stairs, yes, even in her current state. Just slower. Once she has successfully navigated them, she walks over to the table where Dragomir and Lleutrim are sitting. "Well, nice to see you both here in a more civilized environment."

Speaking Jake, Judah did just promise he wouldn???t forget the human side, and so after well over a week, the man has actually wandered out of the wilderness and into town. This place, the Smoke and Barley was one of the places suggested and so here he is. After a little while, he makes his way down here and pauses looking a little out of place. Eyes flicker around the place, from wall to wall, as if expecting them to close in. He takes a little breath, but doesn???t really move in farther. He does, however, spot Dragomir, giving the man a very significant bow of his head.

Mirai, you guessed it, bows again. Just as stiff as the previous ones. She does take a few steps forwards, towards the invited table, the eyes behind the mask settling on....chairs.

Journey comes in from the.. Mens Room. No he didn't go in there. He rubs the back of his head and moves straight to the bar, gesturing to a waitress and dictating an order. Nope, not acknowledging anyone there at the moment. First things first.

Bronwyn does NOT arrive in Journey's bag. Nope. Instead, she pops out from the Umbra, just out of nowhere, RIGHT in front of the fire. "Boo." She says to the flames and tosses a couple of flashythings in there and the fire, surprised, slurps it up and there is a brief flickering of silver and gold and red and green and ..you get the point. Bronwyn sits right there by the fire and lets out a happy sigh. "I missed you old buddy." What? There are people here? Huh

One must know thine Elders by scent, even if that scent is Men's room urinal. Dragomir turns his head to catch the sound of Bronwyn's voice, and smiles slightly before he catches sight of Journey and gestures, "Greetings Shaderunner-rhya. Your timing is perfect, and altogether disturbing as always." He motions his half-gloved hand towards Mirai and offers, "A representative of the Beast Courts seeks you." He looks towards Judah and nods, welcoming the man towards the many plates of BBQ food, "Greetings Lights the Dark.. come over, I have someone for you to meet." he gestures towards Lleutrim. Then he notices Brooke and smiles, "Welcome Hushed Blaze, come sit with us.. you look like you could use a rest." The man's blue eyes stray slightly towards Leona for a moment, studying her.

Donnachaidh already has a big pile of food on his plate and wolfing it down at his leisure. As if he'd spent the day riding a dragon or something. Lleu answers Dragomir, "It's going well. Had some revelations. Some not so great, some maybe good. Nascha's been taking me into the umbra. A fawn and an owl sent me tests of some kind. Not really sure if I passed or failed." A sip of beer, ere he continues speaking low in his baritone. "Killed a Wyld spirit that attacked Nascha, after the first one hurt her pretty bad. Last night, stalked a formori for the first time, thanks to Sergei, Johanna and Nascha - out on patrol. Today I got to see Mock's-the-Dark-rhya's island, swim in the ocean and ride around on Cypha's back." A shrug, "No questions at the moment."

Lleutrim puts his food down, wipes his hands, then gets up to pull out a chair for Mirai who doesn't look like she knows what to do with a chair, "Pretend it's a pillow on the floor and you may sit on it." He turns his head when Judah arrive and looks him over even as Journey and Bronwyn arrive. "Shaderunner-rhya, good evening."

Oh shit, there's Bronwyn! Lleu is distracted by her and stands still.

A lot of things going on at once. Lleu does see Brooke has also arrived. He drags his eyes off of Bronwyn and pulls out a chair for her as well, then speaks low to Hush-Blaze.

Judah has been fascinated with Bronwyn since meeting her and finding out what she is, just ask Journey. Call it the Theurge in him. He was already on his way to the fire anyway, as that seemed the most logical place, what with the tiny spirit there. He does however pause to give Journey and equally significant bowed head as Dragomir, maybe a little deeper. These things are by degrees, really. Then Brooke, also gets one, just slightly less. He has a system. A couple steps made, and he is torn, as Dragomir calls him over. He looks to the man, then to Bronwyn and then back. So many questions. ???Eyes of the Storm-rhya?????? He looks like he might object, but one regretful gaze towards Bronwyn and the fire again, and the dutiful Theurge nods and heads towards Dragomir. ??????of course.??? There are just certain things he cannot do, and one of them seems to be rejecting an Elder of your Tribe???s requests.

You whisper "I'm not sure you want to be here with Bronwyn, Hushed-Blaze-rhya. Journey said she's 'recharged' and inferred extra danger being around her." to Brooke.

Brooke takes the seat next to Dragomir that Lleutrim pulls out for her. She listened to everything Lleu was saying about what he has been learning. "I surfed on Cypha's back once, and rode her while in Crinos into battle. It was awesome. I hope to do it again." She sighs and lays her hands across her belly. Why did she agree to this again? She just wants to be out there, destroying the Wyrm and building tech. She nods to what Lleutrim says quietly to her, and shakes her head and replies back quietly.

Brooke whispers "I understand. I trust that Shaderunner'rhya and Eye of the Storm will protect me if needed."

Leona smiles and waves to Bronwyn and Journey as they enter the back room. She is sitting at the bar nursing a bottle of guiness as she just sort of studies the people as if trying to riddle out some inner queshtion about social interactions.

More bowing from Mirai, perfectly formal each time, hands at her side. Her mask dips with her face, but this time the bow is the Journey, and it is held for long seconds before rising again. She does not yet speak. Though she perhaps considers Dragomir wrong. Journey does not arrive from nowhere, he arrives with a party.

Journey nods to the waitress and turns, rounding on the room in general, looking around. EYEING the fire as Bronwyn feeds it, and looking to Dragomir, then pointing to the bathroom, "It's a good Bridge Loci. Beats coming in through the restaurant." He looks to Mirai, and nods, "Ah, okay. Yes I did say." He nods to Mirai, "Mirai, what brings me the honor of you seeking me out this evening?"

"Hey, Jude," Bronwyn calls out, pushing up to her feet after she blows a kiss at the fire. She springs up to her feet and all but bounces over toward the table, plunking herself down on Dragomir's knee and wiggling fingers at Brooke's belly. "Hello, small thing not yet born who is probably gonna be some awesome superstar Garou guy one day." Fingerwigglewigglefingerwifflefinder! She blows a kiss at Brooke's BELLY too. That's ALWAYS a terrifying thing when Bronwyn offers up things like that. Because it MIGHT WORK.

"Brother Journey!" comes the hugely boomed name through the dim quiet of the back room. Probably folks next door heard that greeting called out by the mountain of a man ducking into the backroom with a big old grin and a wave of his meaty mitt. THEN! Then Ouray has the sense to be conscienscious of the fact that he is indoors and looks a little sheepish. "Oh, sorry, uh, hello!" He says to the entirety of company at the table as well. He comes in bearing a basket, well he's wearing one slung over his shoulder and it looks...full. He's squinting in the dimly lit room, but his eyes eventually wander to everyone while he pausess briefly in the doorway acting as replacement door.

Bronwyn is now in Dragomir's lap, and right next to Brooke on her one side, and Lleutrim on Dragomir's other. Donnachaidh has resumed eating before things get too weird. He's watchful though of what Bronwyn's doing. A nod to Brooke, "While charging into battle? That must have been impressive as hell, both of you, Hushed-Blaze-rhya. Lleu turns his head at Ouray's booming voice.

Journey starts, turning as his name is BELLOWED. That does not happen often and he turns, smiling to the IMMENSE man who just came in and his gaze flicks to a waitress. "Brisket. Now. One, Whole, Brisket. Out here, and a carving knife." He looks back to Ouray, waving him over, "Come, eat Ouray, meet people and be welcome in the name of Gaia.

And so.. this is how the story ends. From hero Silver Fang, to Bronwyn's glorified lawnchair. Dragomir studies Bronwyn with his blue eyes for a long moment, and smirks slightly, "Greetings." This is like shooing away a bee, better chance you'll piss it off and it'll sting you. Power through it brave warrior. A glance towards Brooke, then back towards Lleutrim and Judah, "Ahh, you guys have met?.. I assume you've met Bronwyn here. Likely one of the most dangerous allies we have here."

Bowing, again. Mirai needs a new trick. Her mask tilts a little, her body pauses for a moment. "I fear that the sunset people are very casual with their means of address, and I do not know what to properly call you in a meeting as auspicious as this Regent." A small pause, Mirai pulling herself upwards, hands plucking and picking at her casual clothes for a moment. "I fear there has been some misunderstanding about the territory of the court, and those who may operate freely inside of it."

Brooke grins both amused and perhaps concerned with Bronwyn. Never show fear to Bronwyn though! "His name is Chase. Just a few more weeks." She nods then to Lleu, "Yeah, it was. I wish I could have seen it, but I know it had to have been." She waves to Ouray who she has sort of met once, and to Judah and yeah, lots of people here. She best flag down someone to get her a drink soon.

Is that a play on his name? He???s certainly never been called Jude before, but he probably wouldn???t pick out the reference anyway. Judah looks to Bronwyn as she joins the table, this seems to brighten his mood a little, since he had to come over here. Which is to say he spares her a small smile that doesn???t really seem to reach his features, as if emotions aren???t his strong suit. ???Forest Princess, it is an honour to see you again. I was telling Shaderunner-rhya that I would most like a chance to?????? He???s not going to use the words he did with Journey, it sounds bad, and so he considers them. ??????to speak with you sometime. I have many questions, if it would be alright???? A brow raises slightly at that her way. Lleutrim is wary, perhaps, or watchful, Judah is altogether bubbling with curiousity and fascination towards Bronwyn. But alas, no matter how much he is wanting to study Bronwyn, Dragomir demands his attention and get sit, looking to Lleutrim and shaking his head at Dragomir. ???No, Eye of the Storm-rhya, I have not met him.??? A glance back to Bronwyn and a nod. ???Her, yes.??? He possibly does not possess the proper trepidation towards her, he should. Maybe it???s being young. Either way, looking to LLeutrim, he looks ready to offer a rather large introduction. You can tell because eh straightens so.

Bronwyn's head JERKS up at Journey's name being said in such a manner and she looks like she's ready to get all fitefite. She even puts her dukes up and rises from Dragomir's lap, leaving poor Brooke and her unborn and her alpha safely forgotten. WHen Journey doesn't go full samurai on the guy and orders him BRISKET. When Dragomir introduces her, she turns and /PATS HIM ON THE HEAD/ because he's a good boy. "You're so flattering, Dragomir." She nods to Jude and slips over to sit on HIS lap, because.. are YOU going to stop her? "Sure, we can talk. What are we going to talk about? Not giraffes though, please." SHe makes a pouty face and brings her hand to her chest, as if it's breaking. "Those poor guys."

Leona has greeted 3 people and pretty much been ignored all three times. She sighes and slips some cash to the bartender as she pays for her beer and stands as she gets her stuff ready to depart.

Ouray blinkblinks and then beams! It's like the most brilliant smile ever, big and full of teeth even through the beard. He promptly lumbers over to Journey and greets him with a big mitted handshake, the mention of brisket has him salivating already. His stomach approves with a low growl. Introductions are flying around him and so he just grins and waves to the table and gathering as a whole, "Hello, I am Ouray," he /sounds/ slow, but maybe it just takes longer for that huge brain to fire off synapsis? He glances between Brooke and Dragomir then Judah and back around to Brooke, "Oh, hello nice pregnant lady!" he says to Brooke because clear familiarity, then he's looking at Bronwyn, ready to fitefite with her dukes up and everything and he can't help but be chagrinnned and sheepish, "Did not mean to startle you," he assures with both hands up in surrender to the tiny pile of fiest.

Lleutrim has devoured most of the ribs and bread from his platter now, with a stack of rib bones to one side in his now empty salad bowl like a leaning tower of Piza. His teeth gnaw and scrape against the bones in his hands, finishing off the last part of a rack as he watches the others, listens to Brooke and Dragomir, Journey and all else, and how Bronwyn plays musical laps. The rib bones are set down and Lleu wipes his hands off ere he moves to stand.

"No, indeed we have not met. I am Lleutrim Donnachaidh, Cub, born on two legs beneath the Gibbous moon a little over a month ago. No tribe, no pack, yet. Fianna by blood." This is offered to Judah, though Lleu does glance aside to eye Ouray who is notable. (Lleu greeted Leona but maybe she didn't see it.)

Journey gets his hand shaked, because it's Ouray and he's Journey and the mans BIG. The Brisket is brought out, and Journey takes the plate and hands it to Ouray, "Have a seat, meet these people." He looks around, "People, this is Ouray, meet him, and welcome." He then steps, back, patting the big man on the shoulder, and turns to Mirai, "I apologize."

Ouray chuffs lightly and smiles at all the people, "Hello," but he's got his hands full of a plate of meat, and while he does find a seat near by at Journey's suggestion, he's also content with that slab of beef that's steaming tantalizingly under his nose. It's an Ouray sized steak people! This is not a drill! "Journey, you are a true friend," he decides even as he tucks into the first bite.

Well, Judah doesn???t straighten and stand so much as he suddenly has a Bronwyn in his lap. If anything throws the man off his formal introduction fast, it???s that. He blinks a little out of surprise, clearly not knowing how to handle this. He actually looks to Dragomir for help. What do I do? That???s what his eyes say. A look back to Bronwyn curiously. ???Why would we speak of?????? Wait, no, Judah has to remind himself WHAT he???s speaking to, and shakes his head. ???Oh, no, I um, wanted to ask you about you, actually. Everything you can tell me.??? Well that sounded not exactly the way he wanted it to come out. ???I have never met one of you???it is fascinating.??? Judah reaches up and rubs the back of his neck for a moment.

However, Lleutrim pulls him back in. A bow of his head to the man follows, though there can be no standing tall with Bronwyn in his lap, and Journey has warned him enough about her. Still, he straightens in his seat and prepares his introduction. It???s winded and long, as one might expect, though tedious, no doubt, for others who have heard it. ???It is an honour to meet you, Lleutrim Donnachaidh.. I am Aleksandr Vladislav Grigory Alexeyev the fourteenth, Cliath born on two-legs under the Crescent Moon to the Silver Fangs of the Sept of the Cold Wind, under the Lodge of the Moon and rited Lights the Darkness. Son to Walks in Shadow, Elder Crescent Moon of the Silver Fangs of the Sept of the Cold Wind, Scourge of the North. Grandson to King Luna's Blade, Elder Ahroun of the Silver Fangs, the White King of the Sept of the Cold Wind. Great Grandson to Claws the Spirit, Elder Crescent Moon of the Silver Fangs of the Sept of the Cold Wind. Great-Great Grandson to Rends the Flesh, Elder Ahroun of the Silver Fangs and King of the Sept of the Cold Wind. Great-great-great Grandson to Stalks the Wyrm, Ragabash Elder of the Silver Fangs of the Sept of the Cold Wind. Great-great-great Grandson to Luna???s Might, Elder Ahroun of the Silver Fangs and King of the Sept of the Cold Wind.???

Mirai tilts her head softly to one side. "There is no need to apologize Regent, especially to one so low as me. It is understandable that we are often overlooked in these lands. We only wish to remind you that the area around Chinatown is sovreign territory of the Beast Courts of the Emerald Mother, and that while we accept and welcome travellers into those lands, we ask that visitors announce themselves properly. I will have a list of those of us one may contact made if that is helpful. And that you please keep in mind that while we have no argument with those of the Ga-roo, they do not have permission to operate in more severe manners than visiting or passing through." A pause, and an almost apologetic bow. "Please do not misunderstand, this is not an aspect of displeasure of the courts, but for the safety of your followers honored Regent. While I know of no Same-Bito currently in residence at the court, there are many others who are not long of temper, and I do not wish for an avoidable incident to arise."

Bronwyn eyeballs Ouray and does the whole peacock thing.. sort of puffing up at Ouray, but then she gives him a wink. "I can tell you a lot about camels," Bronwyn says. "Not so much about giraffes, because they make me sad. Oh! And jewelry.. and runaway technology. ANd you'll NEVER meet another of me. Kinda goes against the precepts of the Wyld, you know? We had this guy named Chance, who CLAIIIIIIMED to be a Gorgon, but he was kind of a one-trick pony and when you accused him of being weaver-tainted, he got REAAAAAAL mad and it .. was...--- " And then the introduction. She sits still -- well, no she doesn't. She shifts this way on Judah's lap, then that way, crosses her legs, uncrosses them and then something Mirai says catches her attention and she leaaaaaaaaaaaans in that direction, still on Judah's lap, of course. She manages to wait until Judah is done for her to start talking, she asks, rather bluntly, "Since when the fuck do the Garou care about the Beast Courts? Are you suggesting that if JOURNEY wants to go to Chinatown to buy some chop suey that he needs to call Ching Change Willabong and ASK PERMISSION?" Okay, maybe she's a little out of line here, but she laughs. She. Just. Laughs.

Journey tilts his head slightly to Mirai, and looks thoughtful. "Interesting. To my knowledge the Courts have ..." He looks at Dragomir, and shakes his head, "No," He looks back to Mirai, "No never claimed any area of town beyond.. Eh the occasional building, the Weeping Fern, for example, and they were content for that to be the contact point for the Nations.. Not that there have been MANY calls upon the Courts. There HAVE been occasional actions in Chinatown. We eliminated a Tong that kidnapped the Mate of one of our Elders. None of them survived. No one from the Courts seemed.. to notice. I don't think anyone commented." He ponders, "And there will be no Same-Bito. There are far too many Rokea on this side of the Pacific. That woul d be a violent confrontation in the deep dark of the oceans."

Lleutrim is totally not phased by Judah's ... Aleksandr's long winded Introduction. He's heard Dragomir's, George's and a few others that had to come up for air a few times. The former Marine smiles, "Pleasure to meet you, Lights-the-Darkness-rhya." Donnachaidh has not resumed his own seat yet. "Quite a feat, I gather, to have so many ancestors who made it to become Elders, sir." It is amusing to watch Bronwyn fidget every which way in Judah's lap during his introduction. Then she starts to lay into Mirai! Oh boy.

Lleu resumes his seat and listens to Journey.

Dragomir's attention is caught by this, and he turns his head and looks towards Mirai and stands slowly, "I am Dragomir Nicholas Mihailovich, known as Eye of the Storm. Athro born on two legs beneath the half moon, Silver Fang of Clan Crescent Moon. Son of Nicholas Mihailovich, son of Michael Mihailovich - known as Frozen Night, son of Nicholas Mikhailovich II, son of Michael Mikhailovich - known as Falcon's Beak, son of Nicholas Mikhailovich - known The Frozen Death, son of Michael Nocolavich, son of Nicholas I, known as Zheleznaya Gora. I am Alpha of Terminal Velocity, Children of Merlin."

He motions his half-gloved hand and says, "This place you refer too, Chinatown. It is within the Weaver's realm. We of the Garou Nation, Combat the Wyrm wherever it Dwells and Wherever it Breeds. If you harbor the Wyrm's taint within your boundaries, we are charged by Gaia to seek it and defeat it. Ensure the Wyrm does not find haven in this Chinatown, and you will likely not have to deal with us." He steps forward and growls lowly, "But if you think my pack is going to ask your permission to do what Gaia's has entrusted us with.. you are bold, and foolish."

Brooke takes in a breath as deep as she can, and just waits as the others speak to Mirai. She is not throwing down in the middle of this tonight.

Honestly, what Bronwyn says to Judah is a whole lot of babble, and yet Judah listens to her like it???s the most interesting thing he???s heard in his life. Nodding, adding to the part about each piece of the Wyld being unique, ???Of course. I did not mean...apologies.??? A little bow of his head and he carries on listening. It???s almost like he doesn???t believe she???s real. Only her turning her attention away from him brings him back to the conversation proper, but he catches some of Mirai???s speech and it makes him curious too, turning that way. And then Bronwyn. Both brows raise in a little surprise, but nothing else. He just listens to her and then looks between Mirai and Journey for reactions. He nods a little idly to LLeutrim, it???s not often he???s addressed as ???rhya in any form, so in this one instance, him paying more attention to the other conversation seems to be his prerogative, though he doesn???t want to totally ignore the man. He will surely address the man again in a moment. His attention is caught, though he is also, not involving himself. Wisdom seems to suggest he does not. Though you can seem him nodding to Dragomir???s words, as if fully agreeing. He???s even, almost forgot about the Wyld spirit in his lap. Almost. It???s a sensory overload. The Caern and the spirts there, constantly around him seem so much easier by comparison.

Like Brooke, Lleu has gotten quiet, vigilant as he keeps a close eye on what's going on. He's stopped eating and carefully cleaned his hands, watching, listening, and waiting to see what Mirai might do or say in reply.

Ouray is kind of lost, but he's keeping a happy face on, afterall he's got an entire freaking brisket in front of him! Surrounded by the children of the moon, the Gurahl doesn't seem anything but content to let the wolves war over territories and who's duty is what, and how many great-great-great-grand-pappies the Kings of Silver can count. For him this is entertaining as all get out really, especially whenhe has food in front of him.

"My apologies." Mirai tilts her head to the side, the nod that follows polite, soft. Her hand moves upwards, to her mask. She slides it to the side, and then tilts it upwards to rest alongside her head. Her face moves to the angry Bronwyn. And she smiles. A bright, broad smile, one that causes her eyes to squint even further then the folds of her ethnicity normally hold. Her hands move to in front of her, pleasantly folded. "You will have to forgive me, I did not know the sunset people were so organized that they operated without internal territories. We ask only for the respect that would be given to others of the sunset people, when visitng a different....caern." A pause. "I apologize if my words came off as antognistic, I am...your people are very strange to us. Hence our desire for caution. The court is reorganizing here, and we still test our limits against the other Shen of our places. This, much like your kind, can put many of us on edge. Problematic when one of my best friends is a Zhuge Long the size of a small house."

Angry? Bronwyn isn't angry. She was amused. Well.. but THEN she gets angry when she feels -- "The FUCK did you just do?" Bronwyn asks, pushing her chair (That would be Judah) back. SHE POINTS at Brooke, but looks at Dragomir. "MOVE HER." Bronwyn is VERY calm. Like oh so very calm. Her voice never raises. The caps are for emphasis only. That's how you know it's about to get ugly. "Did you ask permission before you came into Garou territory for a snack? Did you ASK PERMISSION to use a fucking power on me to make me LIKE You more? Did you REALLY just do that in a SAFE SPACE for all who are of Gaia? DID. You. ACTUALLY. DO. THAT. JUST. NOW. BITCH?"

Journey starts to say something, and pauses, blinking several times, looking at Mirai, then slooooowly looke to Bronwyn, ALSO pointing at Brooke and gesturing her away. NOW.

Ouray's eyes slowly rise as Bronwyn gets up and starts yelling. Dinner and a show then? The big man is stabbing a fork into the corner of his brisket and slicing off a huge-mungous him-sized bite to chew through while he watches the fall out. He knew better than to get in between the wolves - and the Bronwyn - he is a guest himself after all. Even if Journey greets him with slabs of meat! A glance around and while he finds no sun dials he can read he guesses aloud, "Liberty should be by soon" to no one in particular before he chews another bite and lets his gaze settle back onto the raging tiny person and the one getting the brunt of her ire.

Lleutrim gets up from his chair at once, not entirely certain what's going on since he isn't aware of what Mirai did that has Bronwyn so /angry/. But he moves to put himself between Brooke and the rest of the room. His baritone very low, "Let's get you out like they suggest, shall we?" If Hushed-Blaze-rhya will allow him, Donnachaidh will help her up and get her heading for the door to leave. Any door furthest from Mirai's position that leads out.

Brooke is somewhat surprised considering the location, and yet... strange things do occur. Now, her being told to be moved by more than one person has her concerned. Not so much for her own safety as for what the frak is going to happen here, and pissed she really can have no part in this right now. She begins to stand up so she can move to the other end of the room or at least behind Dragomir or something. With Lleu's help, she will do just that. Get back away and wait for now behind the Cub wall.

Dragomir growls slightly and feels the effect as well. He was -definitely- about to react, moving in front of Brooke protectively. He turns his blue-eyes to look her over, checking to make sure she is okay and snarls lightly. Hearing Bronwyn's reaction, he turns his head to look towards Mirai more flatly. "I have a warning for you and the Beast Court, that you can deliver in response to your words. If you ever come into Garou territory and levy threats again, or use a power on any of the Garou Nation.. I will personally deliver you back to your people in ribbons. Now get out, and do not return." Yep, hospitality is gone.

Journey snorts, "Nations?" He looks at Dragomir, then Mirai, "She's a GORGON." He does raise his voice, "I have no more authority over her than I do you." He shrugs.

Judah is easily enough pushed, for as little as he probably moves, being in a chair, but he???s not expecting it, and has to catch himself before falling out of it. Then he???s standing, if slowly, not to get in the way, but he certainly senses something is about to happen. He glances at Mirai, studying her a moment and then Bronwyn, giving her the same. Is he truly watching this go down with simple curiousity. Eyes do, then, flicker to Dragomir, Journey, Brooke, all the Elder???s present watching what they do. In case Lleutrim might have any ideas, and because he???s near him he raises a hand gently to the man. He has no idea how volatile the cub might be. But it lowers instantly when he sees the man not doing anything crazy. Case in point, Judah might be the least likely to lose it of the bunch. His eyes then continue to watch the scene unfold, very, very carefully.

Libby bustles through the door head bent over a small messenger bag. She's focused on the contents of her unzipped tote, fingering through the contents until she pulls free a little black book and her wallet. Libby's step slows and she looks up from her own little world to focus on the more intense one. She gravitates towards a far wall and scans for a safe place to be and over in the far direction of Ouray.

"Apologies, Hakken and Bito when I feel threatened, they often need calming." Mirai lets out a whistful sigh, but otherwise does not move. Her hands remain in her lap area, her eyes stay on Journey. "I have arrived in your territory, I introduced myself in accordance with proper protocol and respect. I have not raised my voice, and brought words of harmonious intent to pave the way of understanding and future between our kinds. I have been met with aggression, and I will calm that aggression when it is directed at me by the means at my disposal." Slowly she nods. "This agression has not been from you, who has spoken with wisdom and restraint. But I must ask regent, do these of your court speak for you, with your words?"

Ouray has himself a booth nearby the commotion, but not in the midst of it. He also has a whole - well, half a brisket - in front of him that he is devouring in slow methodical bites. Seeing Libby, he lifts a big hand and waves her over, even stepping out of the booth if she wants to hide in the bench. Of course he's keeping an eye on the goings on, and while there is obviously a desire - he is not acting in this conflict, staying neutral and eating his food quietly, a slightly more serious look on his face than normal.

So Bronwyn's mad, but she's also fucking insane, so it takes her a moment to REALIZE that she's as angry as she is. She's WAITING for Mirai to respond to her and when she's completely ignored, something in her crazy little brain just snaps and she is no longer the cute little mismatched sock girl. She's actually some sort of tiny little demon-looking thing that's all horns and hooves and fur.. and her shirt still on, but her shorts dropping to the floor and her teeth gnash and she makes a sound that NO throat has a right to make - something between a hiss and a growl and a scream and prepares to launch herself across the table.

Journey blinks, and looks to Bronwyn, who he has never really lost track OF and says, "Whoop!" He then steps forward, eyes FLASHING WHITE in a strobe, catching the attentiono of the Beast that has overtaken Bronwyns mind in a Frenzy, lifting a hand, and locking eyes with her, lifting a hand and snarling as he points, sweeping the hand to a table in a far and unoccupied part of the dining room, the Beast that was Bronwyn tracking the movement and point of the hand and at Journeys cry of, "THERE!" Bronwyn attacks the table, tearing it into pieces with claws, unleashing the full force of a Frenzy on the furnature.

Journey, eyes glowing, moves forward, finger remaining pointing at the table where Bronwyn attacks. "Nobody distract me please."

Well, Judah had a lot of questions for Bronwyn, and not really any of them answered, but this show almost all but makes up for it. Is it wrong at a time like this to stare and the wyldling and be further fascinated? Very, very likely, but he can't help it. The transformation was completely unexpected, though it shouldn't have been, not really. He doesn't even notice Journey and what he's doing. This is all a lot to take in, but what else is he going to do? He's well outranked here and not looking to do anything else, unless told or he has to. This is essentially what he wanted, to learn about the strange spirit thing, and now he is. He almost forgets to step back and get out of the way of the storm that moves for the table, tracking her. His study in full force. Nothing else exists in the moment.

The angry screaming demon thing is just a little outside of Libby's wheelhouse. Really outside it. So in keeping an eye on the going son as she hurries towards Ouray, she trips over her own foot, which she manages to use to her advantage to scramble away from the inhuman sounds and into the booth where she arms herself with the nearest knife and watching the destruction of the table with wild eyes while muttering a few choices expletives under her breath.

Dragomir moves swiftly at Journey's instruction. A look towards Brooke before he's positioned himself between Mirai and Journey now - to find the woman's eyes. The man growls louder this time, with a presence of pure breeding which is doubtless for the Garou in the room, but perhaps the Kitsune won't recognize it. "I said.. GET OUT." A tone of violence in his voice as he looks at Mirai now. (Need to roll for activations)

Ouray situates himself in between Libby and the rest of the room easily enough. He even smiles at her and slides the plate of brisket her way, his way of sharing! The feral screaming, the table destruction, the whole of it is taken in by bright brown eyes and a big smile. Doesn't seem like the table rending is aimed at him, so he's content. The knife in Lib's hands earns a bit of a chuckle though, not meant demeaningly, just amused.

Lleutrim has escorted Brooke out but ultimately it's up to her whether she will depart through the door or not, since she outranks him. When she does go, Donnachaihd goes with her part way to make certain there is /nothing/ immediately outside that might provide any threat to her until she's gone. A moment later he comes back down the stairs and looks back in cautiously.

Mirai holds her ground. She comes from the land of Wolves and Cats and Shark Folk. Really this is probably close to tuesday for her. Her eyes lock with Dragomir, and she takes a pen and paper from her backpack. The pen scribbling across it.

Toothpicks? Try sawdust. The Rage continues - bitch ain't even a Garou .. and there's the Impotent Rage charm going on. Bitch must be REALLY crazy. The table is quickly shredded to bits. Teeth, claws (only on one hand. The other hand HAS claws, but they're like tiny in comparison to the left hand), feet. TAIL.. There's a lashing tail there TOO. The very sturdy table is broken down into its various pieces and then the table next to it is assaulted as well.

Journey advances on Bronwyn like he's.. pushing through some unseen force, carefully, face a focused mask of rage and concentration, but mastering it, forcing the power of someone elses Frenzy is not easy, and Bronwyns.. slippery.. NOT a Garou, but the Beast is close enough as he lifts his hand and she moves to the next table, he says, "Alright.. lets.. get you.. sorted..." He says, reaching to GRAB the back of the creatures skull, and focuses.

Lleutrim is still near to the door, not sure if he should clear it or block it. There are people upstairs though. So, for the sake of the Veil, the former Police Officer/Marine decides to stay real close to it and ready to try and stop anything from leaving that might go up there and rip innocent people into bloody rags.

Gorgon is grabbed and there's a brief flailing and then ---- There is no flailing. She just kind of goes limp in Journey's grip and there's a gasp torn from her lips and then a sob. The nereid form collapses in on itself and it's just Bronwyn, still kind of half-way wearing her shirt, hands bloody from destroying the table and getting --- you ever get a fucking splinter under your nail? Shit hurts -- she lets out a wail and collapses to the ground in a sob of confusion and sudden love for Gaia.

Journey drops down with Bronwyn, comfortingly, "Shhh.... shhh. you didn't hurt anyone..." On his knees, near her.

Paul walks in from the kitchen, a piece of cornbread in his mouth and a platter of fish in one hand, glass of sweet tea in the other. He freezes as he notices the mayhem in the dining room.

Blame it on being young. Blame on being a Crescent Moon. Blame it on his incredible curiosity about Bronwyn and what she is, but Judah just stands there, in the middle of the room, watching still. Not what Journey does, not what Dragomir is doing or how Mirai is responding. Surely he must be, on some subconscious level, aware of it all. But the fury and tornado that is Bronwyn is a simply a present too close to ignore. Then she is being calmed and all the fury stops, but this is no less fascinating to the man, his head tilting now, as he watches her sob and Journey try to calm her. It might be a bad time, but then again is there ever a bad time for knowledge?

Dragomir is trying to be calm about this, perhaps cause he has no choice with that STUPID suppression charm active in the room. He really needs to campaign to have those things removed, they clearly aren't saving the tables from being destroyed around here. Either way, when Mirai refuses his second directive to get off the Garou lawn, he shifts his posture. There is a very sudden silhouette of Falcon-like wings behind him as he quite literally takes flight and launches his knee directly into Mirai's chest to send her flying back into the wall. He lands over her, and snarls, "Leave. Now. Last warning." By the force and speed of that attack, that was most likely one of the least lethal ways he could have struck her.

Libby is not nearly as calm as the currently carnivorous wall she's picked to hide behind. While Ouray eats Libby watches what's happening with Brownwyn and when she is subdued to Dragomir as they are the most apparently threatening beings in the room. She hasn't let go of that silly serrated steak knife yet. The kinfolk's wallet and the little black book still where they'd landed when she'd tripped on her way to get to a protected spot.

Bronwyn has just proved there is always the option to frenzy. I mean, SHE did it. Curled up in the corner, she hears Dragomir snarling and the thud of a body against a wall --she knows that sound. Possibly is vaguely aware of the two components together -- She wails again and turns her bleary, reddened eyes up to Journey. "HE DID THOUGH! I .. (sob) heard (sob) things crunch. (hiccup) Just... now! And the girl over there has a KNIFE and I just.. "sniffle".. didn't like... "hiccup"... powers being used... "snifflehic"... on me without ... permission." sniffle snort hiccup. "GAIA WOULD HATE THAT!" She curls up again a little more, crying all over Journey's leg.

Journey lets Bronwyn have a breakdown on his leg. He just nods gently and lets her cry it out.

Mirai, quite simply, has not been dismissed. At least not by an authority she recognizes as one. So protocol demands she stay. When in doubt, that is always the answer. It isn't that she did not crumple under the hit, she most certainly did. It is more that other than an exceedingly wet cough into the crook of a right elbow she brings toher lips, she is silently righting herself. Back to her feet, eyes straight ahead, arms returning to her sides.

Ouray is not without his blinking in confusion. He's still trying to sort it all out while Libby clings to the knife and he remains the wall of meat between the kin and the rest for now. A glance towards the fallen wallet and black book and he asks his companion, "Do you want those?" pointing curiously before glancing to the sobbing girl on Journey, and then back to Dragomir and the rest turning things into what could be considered a bar fight?

Paul suddenly looks like he would move to Bronwyn's side as he notices her and her distress, but Journey is there, and he knows he will handle it. The platter in his hand wobbles dangerously close to falling to the floor, but miraculously doesn't. He simply stands there, trying to chew the cornbread down that's in his mouth without placing the platter or drink down anywhere. He watches the scene in front of him unfold with widened eyes that are filled with confusion.

By the door leading up the stairs, Lleu Donnachaidh continues to guard it though he'd move out of the way if Mirai obeyed Dragomir's order to leave. (Put that out there in case I get disconnected). Otherwise the 'Cub' is silent, calm as the combat vet he is, and watchful without saying anything.

Finally, Judah takes his eyes away from the Wyld possessed and finds Dragomir and Mirai. Even with the moon where it is at in the sky, Judah is fairly calm. Then again, he has not been attacked, not directly, and while it can certainly be seen as a threat, it???s being dealt with by those who outrank him. Eyes falling on Mirai, he finally chooses to speak for better or worse. Maybe to be a calm voice to Dragomir???s threatening one. ???I would listen to Eye of the Storm-rhya. The fact that he is ???asking??? is in your favour. That will not hold. Wisdom suggests there is no reason to die tonight.??? He cannot say he did not try. Mirai???s stubbornness, or honour, or whatever keeps her here still, is her own.

Bronwyn's sobs turn to sniffles and she gets Journey's knee all wet, reaching out to hold onto his pant leg. She mutters something into the damp cloth, but it's lost with the other noise going on. She wipes her eyes and her nose against Journey's leg and lifts her head to peer up at him. "I'm sorry," she half-whispers, tears exploding from her eyes again. "Just .. got real mad.. cause...." She blinks up at him. "Cause why? What happened?"

Perhaps Dragomir isn't used to people ignoring him. Perhaps he's just a bully that likes to beat up Marines and school girls. Perhaps Santa Clause is real, who knows. Either way, the Russian seems to have had enough. "She Who Walks the Paths of Self, you have been given warning. You have been banished. You have refused. So be it."

Then Dragomir's hand blurs forward in rapid speed, shifting his body larger with thick fingers as he snatches the girl by the throat with enough force that he could have simply ripped it out. Instead he coils his arm fast, and snatches her body back against his own and moves rather swiftly towards the doorway with her in his grasp - physically carrying her out and likely about to take flight as soon as he's clear of Veiled Eyes.

Journey looks down at Bronwyn, "It's okay, you got a gift used on you.." kerfuffle noises in the background, "Stuff is happening. Important thing is that everything you tore apart you can put back together."

Mirai doesn't resist. She hasn't yet, why would she start now. Mostly she just seems tired, or perhaps hurt. "This is not your court, cousin to Hakken. Have I not apologized?" A small sigh. "Do you mind?"

Lleutrim deftly steps out of Dragomir's way when he comes towards the doorway to take Mirai out. No way he's interferring in the Philodox Athro's intent. Donnachaidh starts up the stairs after them to make sure no one upstairs is foolish enough to interfer either with the ejection. Keep things calm and quiet as the Galliard may.

Paul unconsciously steps behind the bar itself, where there is a bit of something in front of him. The cornbread finally disappears into his mouth, but he remains where he is and quiet, placing the platter and glass down on the counter in front of him.

Bronwyn sniffles a little at Journey and she nods, glancing over to the side and she gives .. the air.. a little sniffly smile. "S'okay, pookyface. I'm okay." She pats the air and then wipes her eyes with the back of her hand and stands up to survey the damage rendered to the table. That other stuff? Doesn't exist. She sniffles and wipes some of her own blood off her hands and moves over to flip the pieces of the table over, upside down.

Now that there's not a tiny demon-blender Libby's mild-terror has turned to confusion and no small amount of tension since violence is still heavy in the air. The knife is still being clutched like she'll viciously saw at anything that gets too close. Ouray's question draws Lib's brows down in some out of befuddlement and she nods once eyes darting now between him, the slowly calming Bronwyn and Marai and Dragomir's exit.

Journey looks over to the air Bronwyn does and smiles, "Thanks, pal." He looks at Bronwyn as she starts moving and nods, rising, staying close to Bronwyn, "Let's get these things back together then eat." He tells her, calmly. He's sticking close still, but progress is being made.

Well, Dragomir has at least taken her outside, what happens from there is no more concern. Though Judah does watch them both go, his brow furrowing a little at Mira's words. A shake of his head. Another look over at Bronwyn and Journey, or perhaps the air they are talking to, his brow remaining knit. He cant say his first trip into town wasn't eventful, whether that's a good thing or a bad thing is tough to say.