2020.08.06:Corruption, Destruction, Resurrection

Corruption, Destruction, Resurrection
An impromptu ritual ceremony for Jackson and the party after.
IC Date	08/07/2020
Players	Kurt Jackson Emi Russ Ivy Viviana Barksdale Goldie Trent Bellamy
Location	The Lost Kingdom
Spheres	Wyrm

Kurt has a few black haired Kinfolk rolling around the joint today. Making preparations for something ritualistic, if the circle in the grass says anything at all. The usual residents of the run down park have been scurried off to their corners to leave whatever may be happening alone. Large flat stones have been laid into the mostly dead grass and dirt patch to make a circle with a cross in the center of it. Each corner is filled with a brass pot that's been filled halfway with Balefire, the stuff bubbling and popping like lava even as it releases its stench. The Elder Dox himself is covered head to toe in sweat and little else save for his ritualistic loin cloth, the worn leather doing just enough to keep him from flashing his junk to the world as he walks a circle from the outside to the center, his foot prints leaving seared marks behind in the shape of a spiral. He is currently giving a bassy rumble chant that to anyone with the Sight will know is stirring the Spirits.

A smile on his lips as Barksdale arrives. "Preparing for something and someone?" the other Philodox wonders idly. His rifle slung across his back ans he moves to idly inspect the preperation.

Jackson has arrived.

Goldie passes through the entrance to the Kingdom, hands in the pockets of her jumpsuit, heels clicking an easy rhythm on the cracked pavement she has learned to navigate. The bracelets on her wrists jangle as she walks, a delicate chime in the music announcing her presence, chittering whenever a leg swings and her step lands. She makes her way along the periphery of the park, observant as always, watchful of her surroundings, until finally coming around to the back where Kurt has the ritual circle. It’s the acrid stench that captures her attention first, filling the air with its mind-altering fumes, and how fitting. Her feet stop moving, the music stops playing, with a sharp cutting clip at the edge of the circle where the pavement meets the yellowing grass. "Kurt," she says to announce her arrival, unsure yet if she is welcome at his side.

Jackson comes in slowly through the fun house his coat is quickly removed, as he throws it with the left hand, his brand new arm is there just a lump of flesh. It is matches his skin, his body as he moves forward nodding towards Kurt."I got fixed and came right after as you called me Kurt." His eyes on the elder, as he moves forward slowly his nods towards Goldie, as he stands there waiting with his left arm, reaching out to toy with the fingers of the brand new flesh."Pax, says it will work tomorrow, but to be careful not to push it too much. It is not mine yet, soon it will be."

Kurt eventually grabs Goldie by her pixie hair and dips under her jaw to sniffsnuff at her neck, a bite left behind before he pulls up, and cocks a brow, "Have you come to speak or listen today, Goldie?" he wonders. The movement catches him spinning and he lands his eyes on Jackson, "Pax told me it would be a few weeks, so as to not disturb the veil," he drawls before gesturing to the Cliath wolf and pointing to the center of the circle. "Walk the spiral, repeat the Dark Litany, when you get to the middle, remove your clothes to your skivvies and lay down, arms and leg along the cross," he instructs without much room for question.

Goldie brushes her feet together, shoving the ankle straps down past the heels of each foot, to slip out of her heels. The shoes are kicked aside carelessly, lost somewhere in the grass, colliding with a stone or kicked under a brass cauldron. "I am here to listen." She advances a few steps, coming onto the grass, but no further without knowing what this is or what she may be disturbing by stepping onto it. "But I want to share something with you."

Jackson looks over at Kurt as he speaks softly as he starts to strip quickly, well as fast as a one armed man can as he looks at Kurt."I have not left my home, till he was ready besides her through the umbra. It would break the veil, if the world saw me yes. But it is better now; I will head out once it works, to find my own way and my own path. I will do as you instruct." His hand is going down for his belt, undoing it dropping it slowly, Jackson is not one to wear boxers, he is kicks off his sneakers, nude as he looks at Kurt. His body is covered in burns, bullet holes, scars, and ink as he steps forward now his arms throw wide to the side, as he starts to walk, with each step of his body, speaking in that tongue of spirits the dark litany.

Gaze following Kurt and Goldie a moment. "Claiming all the kin again?" he tsks lightly, not a serious admonishment of the elder judge. The soldier flexes and takes his jacket off, shirt as well. Exposing bis powerfully built form, the fetish rifle returned to his back as he rumbles out unintelligibly and returns his eyes to the victim...er...student.

Viviana steps into the welcoming gates of the park, her eyes scanning the familiar structures. She moves further in, looking for familiar faces or voices

Kurt blinks slowly and turns to flash a crooked smirk at Barksdale, "It's not my fault Father blesses me, brother," he teases with a snap of his teeth before he nods at Jackson while he does as instructed. The nudity doesn't seem to bother him. The presence of other eyes simply means that his lessons will reach more ears, the Preacher approves. "Very well," he says directly to Goldie giving her a brief nod, "Speak your piece and then you will listen and learn." A last glance is given to Barksdale, "I will call on you to sing Father's song as you know it," he croons before giving Goldie her moment while Jackson finishes singing out the Dark Litany in their growled tongue. Viviana is given a brief nod, acknowledging her presence without forcing her into the conversation.

"Just be aware to share those blessings lest brothers fight over them." Barksdale chides once again lightly. He gives Viviana a look and a nod, a predatory smile and then, "I will do my part." he agrees with Kurt as his attention returns to he and Goldie, waiting.

"He -- " Goldie shakes her head infinitesimally, drawing her hands from her pockets to hang at her sides, " -- something answered my questions last night." There is certainty in her voice, whatever vision she had, she believes it to have been real. "The questions I asked. He answered." She kneels down in the grass, laying her hands on her knees as she settles her ass back on her ankles. "I am so sorry -- to you and to Ivy -- I understand now. It wasn't something I think I might have ever had done if it hadn't been for what you did last evening and why?" she asks softly, watching the balefire pits of his eyes. "Why would you invest your time in me?" she wonders aloud. "While I was so selfish I didn't even see that -- you honored me. You honor me." A pause, "And I am -- honored."

Jackson stands there now as he listens to Goldie, now as he lies down as he was instructed, letting this play out as he is ready for the spiral reaching the middle of his arms, now spread, his legs as well as he waits now, as he bites his tongue softly, as he waits now to see what is going to happen next. The litany is done, the words coming out of him, are done as he is now ready for the education from the elder.

Russ appears on one of the spokes of the ferris wheel in the distance, he is leaning against the center of the wheel and lazily dangling a leg over he side of his perch. Russ is smoking a blunt and holding a beer, if anyone here has recently peeked into the Umbra they would NOT have seen him. He has on a fedora that makes his silhouette almost as distinct as his having his horns out, he's quiet and watching, smoking and listening, not hiding though... he's made no effort to hide himself. The ferris wheel even lets out an unpleasant metal groan when he materializes.

Viviana smiles back to Barksdale and then she gives a respectful nod to Kurt in return. She remains silent as she looks to the nekkid Jackson and to Goldie. Lesson time it seems. Vivi then finds a seat next to a tree on the grass and watches on

Kurt gives Barksdale a nod, tease or not it is good advice and he takes it to heart. It takes him a moment to realize that Goldie is kneeling down and groveling a bit, his draconic eyes narrowing slightly before he gives a low woof of sorts, "I see potential in all of Father's creations, Goldie, you are no different. I appreciate your apology, now," he gives the Kinfolk a brief, if searing kiss to her forehead, "Listen and learn," he says. A familiar smell hits the Dox about then and he lifts his nose and gaze about. Whether he catches sight of the Ritemaster or not, he smiles to himself before turning back to the ritual circle in the grass. Gathering a bowl from one Kinfolk as well as a branch of an oak he dips the leaves and stems into the bowl before stepping into the circle itself. Russ may recognize the old Pack's Cleansing ritual, modified some. "Jackson, The Poison," he hisses sharply.

"Before our Father was so cruelly bound by the Weaver bitch, balance was known. From chaos came the creations of the Wyld, Weaver gave those forms purpose, and when that purpose was fulfilled, the Wyrm devoured, returning it to the stuff of creation to begin the cycle again. So too, am I going to destroy you, to bring you back to the stuff of creation. An empty vessel. In the name of the Father I strip you of your beloved taint," and true to form he brings that branch out, blows across it with balefire from his mouth and then drags the burning leaves and twigs across Jackson's naked form. The ritual itself will be ripping into the Spiral's very soul and shredding every last trace of Wyrm's presence in the Cliath's soul. "Now you are to be a canvas," the strokes run over legs and living arm before leaving streaks of burnt flesh over Jackson's chest and stomach. "Brothers and sisters, we are Father's will manifest, our singular purpose to see him released from his bondage and the grand reset button of creation to be pressed. In depravity we find meaning, in corruption we find release, in blood we find unity. In nothingness, we find peace," turning back down to Jackson he growls, "Up." if only so the still smoldering branch can be run over his backside.

"In Father's path you will find new ways to dedicate yourself to his will. You will learn, from your Elders, from your Ritemaster, from your Commander. Now, Poison, what is your purpose?" Goldie closes her eyes when Kurt bends to press a kiss to her lips and though she shudders through the burn of her flesh, grits her teeth and feels the pain, she manages to breathe through it without emitting a single sound of dismay. When her sire steps away, she nods and watches in silence.

Jackson stands up now, as he listens that branch on his flesh as he looks over at Russ, as he looks at Goldie, as he looks at Barksdale, Vivi, each of them as he listens to the elder, his eyes on Kurt."My purpose, is to serve father, to honor my family, to bring his touch to the world. To leave it out there, not in home. To be a strong for to protect, to serve." His voice is cold, as he watches them all, as his left hand is twitches and that right is still just flesh, not yet his as he speaks softly, as he looks at Russ."I'm here, to find a new path. The one, I have been on has failed me, remake me, finding my path anew in fathers love!"

Russ retains his seat on the horizontal metal spoke and he offers no greeting, no words, his presence is a silent mysterious force in the distance. The clouds of skunky weed smoke waft around him and observes the ritual with the air of a learned old wolf who is watching the next generation claw its way out of the Pit.

It starts with a low growl from Barksdale. His rage, measured, focused as always. Its oart of what makes him effective at his role. A human howl, its hard yet to tell if he is approving of Jacksons words or if its a growl wanting more. A dark urging, his body flexing, muscles tensing.

Emi has arrived.

Kurt stands up straighter, damn near pushing seven feet barefoot and not slouching. His bearing almost regal despite being born of the low, the smoldering branches make their final pass over Jackson's form before being snuffed out in the bowl of liquid once more. Kurt moves to the side of the circle and passes the bowl to Goldie for the time being before turning back to Jackson, "You are the one that must remake yourself, we can only show you the way, you have to embrace your own destruction before you can grow," speaking from more than intimate experience by the tone. When it is done he stalks up to Jackson and grows claws that turn silver before he sinks them into the Cliath's shoulder, carving the rune of Pseulak into his new flesh in a way that will remain despite regeneration. "Pseulak, the Urge of Lies, I leave it to you so you may be reminded that we all lie, mostly to ourselves. This path is not comfortable, nor should it be. If you are prepared to suffer with your Family, then walk the Spiral in reverse and rejoin them."

Goldie rises when approached and takes the bowl from Kurt with a bow of her head. She remains standing, holding it, alert and silent as Jackson's body is carved.

A scream of blood filling the mouth of the cliath, as the pain is ripping through him he stands there taking it with a wicked snarl of his teeth, as he is carved up with the silver claws. There is a moment, when his eyes narrow his teeth, grit as his teeth ripping into his bottom lip, the flesh is falling from his mouth, as it hits the center of the spiral. The blood is drolling down, the blood hitting it deep dark red, as he pushes down the beast, standing there with a snarl."THIS IS MY FAMILY!" The words expoding out of him, as he starts to thurst his right arm forward, as he speaks with hate and as the blood stains his teeth deep red, as he snarls into a wicked snarl of pleasure."WITH THE DEATH OF MY OWN THE LAST OF MY OLD WAYS ARE GONE!" The voice is tinged wiht pain, rage, as he moves into the claw now, as he look into the eyes of Kurt."Thank you for this fucking lesson, I wish to join your pack. I wish to make my people proud, I submit myself to your power!"

Viviana watches as Kurt stands up straight, blinking. Jesus tapdancing Christ he was tall. She opens her bag and pulls out a red vine and quietly nibbles on it, watching the ritual. She is unsure on which emotion to have for him during this display of ritual, guessing it was a happy one? A time of renewal? Either way it was a beautiful one

Kurt tilts his head from side to side pulling out a few popops that leave him relaxing that thread of tension that goes through his shoulders. "Be ambitious, be cunning, be strong, you will find our respect as you earn that of our Spirits and Banes," he nods once. The last bit catches the Elder off guard, but he can charm his way out of a used car lot while making friends. He smiles some and nods, "Your petition is noted, expect to be tested and measured. Your devotion to Father will determine yes or no," he states simply.

Goldie remains where she stood before, watchful and quiet, her expression stone. She is a statue of reverent devotion.

Russ is still watching and waiting, he flicks the ass end of his blunt into the darkness and then pitches an empty beer can into the poetic abyss after it.

Barksdale arches a brow when Jackson makes his request. Its a bold move to go from a need for renewal to asking to join the elders pack. A brief rumble but it doesnt appear as if Barksdale directly disapproves of the attempt. Sometimes being bold is necessary...sometimes it gets you killed. In this case, it works out well enough. A nod from the soldier and he arches his back, stretching the muscles cracking the bones before he finally exhales a low slow breath.

Jackson watches as the blood flows down as he looks at his shoulder, not able to feel it with a sigh. So he takes his knife quickly, from his own pocket as he hands it towards Kurt."Wrong shoulder, that is new and that is not feeling in it yet, I wish it to be in the other arm." His voice is cold, as he looks into the elder's eyes."Claws or knife. I would do it but my arm is not working, I needthe pain to remind me to mark, to help me remeber, this is not my arm yet." As he points to it with a wicked smile, as that bloodly teeth, those lips still bleeding in the face of cruel smile, as he speaks softly."Please, make the lesson on both of my arms the new to learn, and the old."

Kurt is a sadist, if you ask him to hurt you, he's going to with a gleam in his eyes and a smile on his face. The knife offered is dismissed with a wave of his still silver-clawed hand, he eagerly digs his fingers into the Cliath's other shoulder and leaves him a second present, this one he'll feel the burning sensation as thick talons rake through flesh and muscle to leave Pseulak's rune on both sides for the Cliath. "Eager beavers just get wet first," he sing songs with a bit of manic detachment that speaks to the Elder's own fractured mind. A few cautious sniffs of the wolf and he nods, "Soon, we'll throw you in the hole and see if you claw your way back," he glances over his shoulder to where Russ perches still, throwing him a suggestive wink before he returns to those still gathered. "Barksdale, I would like to hear your judgment and truth before we let Jackson begin walking his path again, if you have the words to place them," he finally steps out of the circle and finds a pack of Marlboro Reds tucked into a nearby tree along with a lighter so he can get his nicotine fix.

Russ puts his hands down at his side and pushes himself off the strut as if he were casually hopping off of a kitchen countertop. He drops the seventeen feet, landing hard and bracing himself with a quick crouch before popping back upright. He saunters his way over the ritual site and eyeballs the aftermath from behind a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses. He walks around the exterior of the gathering slowly and silently with a subtle sneer set onto his sharp features... stalking in a circle.

Goldie's lips form a faint smile when Jackson shows the fortitude to request the second rune be carved and watches, nodding a small nod to herself as it is done. It seems she approves.

Jackson grins slowly his eyes wide as that claw is going into his shoulder, with a snarl looking into Kurt's eyes."Ka'Mirska. Thank you for the blood, thank you for the pain. The mark, I will not forget. I will do you proud." His eyes on Ka'Mirska, as he speaks slowly as the blood drips now, his shoulder, his lips, as he snarls forward at the world. Rage, pure joy in the lesson, as his eyes snap now over at Barksdale, waiting for the lesson.

Kurt seems neutral, neither happy nor upset by the proceedings. This simply was a task that had to be done for the benefit of the Hive. He pulls on his cigarette and blows a plume skyward as he watches Russ rather carefully. It's a familiar caution without paranoia that comes with the man he still refers to as Puck. Jackson earns a brief nod, "See that you do, you reach for the stars when you've hit the bottom of the gutter, reminds me of a few someone's," he smirks. The pinch of his cowboy killer gets a flick and then he's putting the smoke stack to his lips again before exhaling more than just the whiteish smoke of the cigarette. The sneer earns a lopsided smirk, and then the Dox is back to looking after the next generation. He remains quiet for now though, hoping but not expecting Barksdale to come forward with his own wisdom.

Goldie remains a statue, holding the bowl she was given, silent and watchful through the ceremony for her once-mate's reawakening as a soldier for the father. That small smile lingers on her lips, a pride and happiness for him showing that is not spoken.

A brief pause and Barksdale begins to circle, gaze rests on Goldie a moment, "Corruption..." then he continues and eyes Viviana, "Destruction...." before turning his attention back to Jackson, "Resurrection?" he wonders idly with a low rumble of his voice. "Serve the Wyrm in all its forms...it gives you a means for redemption, for the paths are many." he approaches Jackson and doesnt add another mark to him but rather just sort of roughly grinds his hand onto one of Kurts wounds. "You are being given a great opportunity for we as a people, as dancers of the Spiral, do not suffer weakness well. My judgement is not for today...but for the days beyond...fail in this new opportunity you were given and I for one revel in a good hunt." he exhales and then begins away from the cliath.

Jackson looks over at Barksdale with a nodding of his head, as he listens to the words pushing the wound into the hand, as he snarls softly his eyes filled with lust for pain and pleasure. As he starts to walk one foot, than the other, teeth gnashing at the pain, blood is dripping down into the dirt. As he walks the spiral, walking for his family, his arm lose at his side, the other is balled into fist. He will not fall for the pain, he refuses to fall, as he runs the spiral now the blood dribbling down his chin, as he snarls at the end throwing his left arm out the other just a hunk of dead flesh.

If Russ happens to take any notice of Kurt's caution it doesn't show on his face and he finds a place to stand and watch the proceedings, finally after Barksdale makes his mark he comments in an even tone that doesn't have any bravado in it to be heard, "I will leave a mark, if you're ready to accept it." Russ voice has a Scottish accent, yet his words are hollow and softly spoken even as they carry across the gathering with a somber authority. "It will scar your flesh in ways you can never heal."

Goldie -- stone -- invisible, unimportant, honor, but for her smile and her watchful eyes. The brunette kin looks to Barksdale when he speaks and dips a nod of appreciation at his reflection on her progress.

Kurt listens to the other Philodox and nods slowly in solemn appreciation for his input. The cigarette between his lips smolders down to nearly the butt and he simply flicks it harshly out into already wet grass where it will fizzle and die in solitude. Goldie is spotted standing still and quiet even until now, he simply beckons her closer to himself and his leaning tree with a single crooked finger. Russ not only stepping in, but speaking earns a bit of a smile though, and Kurt listens with tilted head towards the Elder and Cliath as they strike their deal.

Jackson stands there in front of Russ now as the spiral is over, as he speaks softly. His right arm is a flesh lump, right color but un moving on the shoulder is a silver claw marks in the symbol Pseulak and matching on on his healthy one, as he his lip keeps on dripping blood where his teeth tore into the bottom of his lips, as he spits down more blood. His teeth deep red with crimson as he looks into Russ's eyes now."YES!" His voice is filled with passion, as he has eyes for no other, eyes just for the rite master now."I accept your training, your wisdom as always my ritemaster."

Russ takes off his hat and tosses it aside so that he can pull his tee off one handed, beneath his torso is a mess of scars and ink that cover every inch of his pale skin. One of the most prominent is the chest piece he wears which depicts a bastardization of the sisteen chapel ceiling, here we see a metis reaching out to a wyrmish abomination in the place of God. On his back thick knotty cords of flesh spell out Glyphs and in some places the scars have been applied in layers to create tri-decker ambigram glyphs that looks like different words from different angles.

Russ starts to chant softly in Wyrmish and all of the scars on his skin light up with a woad-colored glow. The brilliant azure light etches its way across his skin as he chants and he reaches a hand out to rest on Jackson's head. Instantly the blue light appears on Jackson's back and a glyph starts to etch itself into existence between the Cliath's shoulder blades. Russ passes along one of his scars... a gift of Burning Scars. It sears the flesh...

The wymrish speech shifts to English and the Theurge intones, "I give you the mark of the Wyrm, wear it with pride and remember we are all Father's Children. We are his force in the world and we can never truly be rid of his influence. You are his influence. Embody it always."

Goldie notes the small gesture from her sire and nods, although her expression remains blank. The pixy kin withdraws a step and turns to take a knee, easing the bowl she holds to rest on he ground. Once free of it, she rises slowly and circles around the pit in the grass so as not to interrupt the proceedings. Her feet are bare, the heels she wore long since abandoned, and silent as they bring her around to join at Kurt’s side. A silent adoration and reverence is reflected in the brunette’s slow approach; there are no other words for it. It is as if he were a King or simply her King. She hesitates as she gets close, the smell of balefire stinging her nostrils, the musk of him intoxicating and alluring all at once. She skips a beat and sips at air before taking those last few steps and in them are an apology unspoken, an appreciation and happiness for his willingness to still accept her, heavy in the gaze that latches onto him. She claims his neck, rising on tiptoes to nip at his neck, draw in his scent. Then, only then, does she whisper, 'thank you.'

The burning flesh of Russ, as his own back start to burn with the same blue light, as he snarls into the world. As his head is thrown back that blood from the lip dripping down over his chest, now as his left hand is clenching, unclenching over as he snarls into the void with a wicked pleasure. His flesh, is burning the smell filling the world, as the glyph is there right where it needs to be, on his back between his other two marks, one for lies, the other for father and than lies again. His new path, is written inked into his skin with blood, pain, and fever of religious need as the clitah screaming into the void all his rage in one powerful burst of pleasure."THANK YOU!"

Emi comes into the Lost Kingdom carrying a large stack of bento boxes, she had probably enough food for everyone as long as nobody served Vorus or ate like Hamish. Taking her steps gracefully as her right hand swung a big plastic bag of chu-hai's, a famous canned alcohol with various soda like flavors. "Plenty of sushi, we got tuna and with a squirt of lemon it will slide right on down Trent. Very good protein and protect your throat.", nodding and nearing the large group. Emi then blushed, "No this was not a date. Trent is just my food-mate. We eat all the food together.", shaking her head at no one in particular. But for those who could she spirits she was cursing out an hidden observer.

From one ritual to another, Jackson has been passed around by the Elders of the Hive in order to remind him of purpose and way. Kurt watches as Russ applies one of his more cruel powers to the Cliath, etching the symbol of Father into his very skin. The Philodox's lambent greens focus sharply on the woad-blue glow even as it fades away to leave searing pain. A singular nod is given. Goldie's approach is caught by his acute senses and as the kinfolk gives off every air of proper reverence, his hand is outstretched to catch her by her rump as she explores his neck and finds the spiced musk of his scent. A rumble comes and he turns to sink his teeth into the trap muscle of her shoulder, all is right after proper greetings. Jackson's emphatic thank you given to the heavens is taken with a small smile, he knows the zealous tone well, "Continue that passion, Jackson, it will serve you well," then he gives the Ritemaster a tilt of his head, "Thank you for joining us, Ritemaster, I wasn't sure if you were going to grace us with your presence," his drawl holds a tone of fondness and respect. Emi bursts in and he blinks at the sight of the fox, "Food-mate. Is that where you eat your mate? Or just with them?"

Trent just lets the date comment pass them right on by, instead telling her, "Danke schoen," as they walk together into the park, he helping her carry some of the food boxes. That little happy-to-be-alive smile is on his face, and when he sees the others he greets them with a "Director, Inceptor, Poison-ikthya, Goldie of the Gallain," and a dip of his probably empty head. Then, he assures Kurt, "With them."

Kurt just says a singular word, "Shame," to Trent.

"I'm never very far, the things I don't see with my eyes... the spirits see for me." Russ says to Kurt, speaking over his shoulder as he keeps his eyes fixed on Jackson and the new scars, to the Cliath he says, "You will dance again soon, I can sense it... only you will know when that time arrives though. Seek me out when you're ready." He steps away from Jackson and doesn't bother to collect his shirt or hat as he ambles over to inspect the sort of alcohol that Emi has in tow.

The brunette's eyes close, a small smile spreading across her lips, trembling from the sting of Kurt's bite. She huffs softly through her nostrils as his teeth sink, making their mark. Goldie's eyes open, find Kurt’s and that small smile strengthens. Then his attention turns and hers follows. She sinks back on her heels and lays her body against his, watching and listening the interaction with he and the others assembled, while her fingers idly scritching at his abdomen.

Jackson steps forward now as he is moving to collect his clothing, with one arm he starts to place his pants on, his shirt and jacket abandon his body is wearing the scars with pride, as he nods towards Emi and then at Trent. As he shifts into glabro, hair those odd bent legs, as he sits down on his bumper car, painting now allowing the shift, to start to heal the damage.

Kurt chuffs low at Russ but smiles anyways, mostly because now he has to wonder what all Russ has seen lately. There's an almost Cheshire smile back at the Ritemaster, "Well now I'm going to have to get creative," he promises. "Already close to your second Dance," he comments to Jackson before he leaves, "There is hope for you," he decides in that bassy southern twang. He's sniffsnuffing towards the food and booze that Emi's brought curiously, "There enough to share, dear Emi?" he wonders of the fox, his stomach making known its desire with a little growl of its own. Goldie presses herself against his side, and he reaches down to let his hand comb through her pixie short brown hair, occassionally fisting and giving a light tug. Somewhere nearby his phone buzzes, he reaches up to fetch it from the tree's hidey spot along with another smoke. Tiptapping against the extra large screen, the phone is replaced in its cubby for now.

Emi hands Russ the bag of alcohol, "It has all the illegal flavors. Those not normally imported.", nodding at that but gasping at Kurt. "We were allowed to eat each other, Trent? Oh my goodness, to think I could of tried long...wolf? Is it called long wolf if you eat a Garou.", she teases and sticks her tongue out. "Well, you can't have long fox. Super poisonous. Not even resist toxin will save you.", perhaps bluffing but she'd rather not find out. Dropping the bento boxes off on the tables. "Teriyaki Meat, sushi, rice, gyoza or potstickers... um dumplings. Miso soup and spring rolls. Tempura. All the good stuff.", offering food to the spirals.

Viviana sees Emi and Trent arrive and she gives them a happy wave. She gets to her feet and leans against the tree watching, her eyes looking over Jackson's newly branded body, the scent of blood in the air...and was that food? Curious eyes look back to Emi and Trent, waiting to see if food would be shared. She of course stands by, garou first

Goldie travels alongside Kurt and while they may drift, she ends up near. She is silent though, for the most, but for rubbing on her tactile sire who she knows enjoys being touched on. Her hands brush up his back or sides, nails rake his skin, rub his shoulders. The woman is his shadow for now -- close to feed off his heat -- otherwise adoring and watchful.

Russ accepts the bag of alcohol from Emi with a grateful nod and goes to find his favorite step on the stoop of the haunted mansion. He sprawls out and fishes a bottle of something that might be rum, taking the top with a sigh he leans back and settles in to sip rum from the bottle while everyone else picnics.

Jackson sits up slowly as he looks at them as he starts to heal, first the lip given it's just his own teeth."Thank you for that lesson, and yes I will be dancing soon. I have been working hard Ritemaster." His eyes on Russ as he nods slowly, with an exhale letting it all out now that it is over, as he stands up slowly looking at the food as he looks at Emi."I wanted, to thank you as well for the lesson the other night." His voice is cold, as he moves forward his body is getting use to it, as he snarls at his right arm."FUCKING WORK!"

"I'd say it's the mythological Ambrosia, but that's probably an unwise description." Despite that, Trent invites her to, "Eat as many Gaians as refuse see reason as you'd like, though!" Food gets placed down on the tables, arranging things and for once not looking guilty about eating. Thoughtful, thoughtful Emi.

Kurt doesn't go terribly far, he's happy to steal a plate and enough strips of raw fish to at least stave off the hungry snarls rising up from his belly. His petite shadow continues to keep him anchored on the here and now instead of drifting off into Spirit Space while he still has physical needs. A grateful grunt is given to Emi and Trent for packing all of it out to them before he tosses several pieces of what amounts to meat into his mouth. Just about as quickly as he starts, his finishing and licking his fingers and cleaning them off of fish stuff with that forked tongue. A low rumble actually comes up as Goldie uses nails to keep up contact. "Kill or destroy those that will not join you," says the wolf, reciting the Litany he knows by heart now.

Goldie steps in behind Kurt, breath quickening, hearing attuned to their surroundings but otherwise holding herself separate from the rest. She lay her hands on Kurt’s hips and presses her brow down square at his spine, feeling the vibration and energy that come off his body, listening to the rumble of his breathing -- communing with the fire, domination and control -- innate to his very being. He is a representation of urge itself. A living breathing walking reflection of his will and he is her sire, and she is -- gritting her teeth at his back, eyes frenzied behind closed lids, nails starting to drag and rake inward forward and back across his hips, each time dipping closer to his groin.

"These are weapons...", Emi says about a pair of porcelain chopsticks. Twirling them in her fingers like a drum player who just got accepted to the University of North Texas. It was a joke until Emi started eating, surgical dissecting her meal and tossing dumplings into the air to snatch whole. It was obvious the trained assassin could kill with the eating utensils, her meal didn't have a chance. Not a single grain of rice left to be eaten, only for Emi to start in on the next box. Gobbling up food, perhaps in honor of Hamish. A soft pause, "To friends and family!"

Jackson moves slowly forward as he starts to make a plate with his left hand, as he growls again at the dead right one."I will be beating you, till you work tomorrow." His voice is teasing, as he moves forward to his spot again sitting down with a beer, and food to start to eat. As he watches it all lost in his own mind for the moment.

A bit of approval comes from Barksdale, a glance to Goldie and Kurt then the Spiral Pentex commander moves to a table not far and sits. "Been too long." he greets Emi and then begins to fish for some of the food and drink.

Viviana quietly approaches the table of food, looking at those present making sure the higher ups have gotten their food. Once she is assured she takes a small bento box and takes a seat next to that tree a bit always from the group. The chopsticks get a test click before she digs into the bento box

Kurt wolfs down what food he'd denied to thief from the Fox's generosity and he is breathing in through his nose all the combined scents of ritual and blood, kin and brothers. "I believe you!" he bark-laughs at Emi with her deadly chopsticks before washing it all down with a swig from a whiskey bottle that appears when he wants it to. "To friends and to Family," he nods easily while Jackson comes to get food. "Eat, you'll need your strength to get that working right," he notes of the new arm. A smile for Barksdale as he comes in to the picnic table as well, something sitting right with the Dox about breaking bread with his Family. Course Goldie's touches getting more and more bold garner a lower vibrato to echo out of his throat as he sinks into the urge to let her continue. Tilting his head over his shoulder he seeks out the Kinfolk's gaze for a quiet moment, "Eat if you're hungry, sugar."

Goldie restrains her desire, albeit reluctantly. The fingers dipping and digging retreat to rest on Kurt’s hips. She heaves a heavy sigh, shakes her head, and peeks out from behind his elbow at the others. "Not for food."

Trent honestly hadn't doubted the accuracy of the fox's statement, seeing her eat or not. Even if his own eating is less surgical, despite remaining polite. Small bites and all that! Sushi first, because he actually really loves sushi. "My family, my friends," he bids them, raising one of the rolls in a toast.

Jackson watches Goldie and Kurt with a wicked little smile as he sighs softly watching it all, eating slowly now with his left arm."Indeed, I need this to work to service father. Pax, does good work."

Russ raises his bottle with a skeptical expression as he joins the call of friends and family, he joins the toast but he looks unamused by it- or is that just his face? Russ hasn't grabbed any food and he's content with the bag of booze that Emi handed to him in offering.

Kurt isn't far off from Russ' diet of basically booze, but there was a nice assortment of carnivorous options this time, and he was up early making ritual preparations. The peek of Goldie's head earns a sly smirk and he lifts that arm to slide fingers through her hair for a light tussle, "Soon, sugar," he promises with a knowingly hungry look. Jackson's arm gets another look and nod, "I had originally thought to convince him into only replacing the arm and not the hand, but chemistry is such a delicate art," he admits.

Emi wrinkles her nose playfully at Jackson, but doesn't say anything about his arm. An eye to Goldie and the other on Kurt, "She's hungry for ----.", giggling and shaking her head. "Excuse me...", still laughing and trotting over to Russ to steal a few drinks for the party. Grabbing about five or six out of the dozens and putting something different in front of the crowd. Nodding to Barksdale, "Yeah, I was worried about you that one night.", not saying more than that. "I'm glad your still with us.", grinning and setting more drinks out. Emi even cracks one open for Jackson, she was cold hearted. But never a bitch. "You should replace it with a baneklaive that you hide inside it. That would be badass."

Goldie turns her eyes up at Kurt when he smiles down on her and nods at his reply. A faint smile tweaks at the corners of her mouth when Emi points out the obvious, but she is too much in the moment to come out of it now.

Jackson has left.

Viviana grabs her bento box and stands, approaching the table where Barksdale sits. She sits near but not right next to him,setting her box down and proceeding to eat once more, listening to the conversation around her

"It would be badass," Trent agrees, "but that wouldn't be my first descriptor." Painful, flesh melting, suicide-- those moreso. But he doesn't mention that. As for Barksdale, he looks at the sniper, and says, "The commander is largely irrepressable, it seems." Then, to Russ, over by Kurt, he says, "Herr Inceptor, your packate wants us to brainstorm for the upcoming Moot together."

Ivy has arrived.

Barksdale nods giving Emi a grin, "Karnala is strong in that one...and I would know." be says of Goldie as he sips his drink. His gaze watches Viviana's approach with interest and then a bite to eat for himself. "Ive always thought having a bane klaive of some sort as a bayonet for my rifle would be fun..."

Russ pffts at Emi when she comes over to take some of the bottles away and share them, he doesn't put up a fight, he /does/ reach out to snatch up one more before she drags the majority of them away. The ginger is sprawled in what looks like a terribly uncomfortable manner down the steps at the stoop of the haunted mansion. He has his elbows on the step behind him and he fishes a pack of cloves from his pants pocket so that he can latch a cigarette lazily into the corner of his mouth as he mutters his reply to Trent, "Good shit. Stop by my place this week, unless you have any ideas you wanna share now."

Kurt lifts a brow between Emi and Barksdale in a quest for understanding, "That one night?" he wonders, "Something I missed in my debriefs, Commander?" he wonders of the other Dox before taking a long slug of his whiskey and letting it burn down his throat with a happy sigh. Course Goldie's mischeif isn't going without a bit of encouragement as he simply reaches between them to obviously give her an unashamed groping. The Elder now reclines on his picnic bench looking content. The ritual scene hasn't been cleaned up yet so there is still a large stone circle and cross with dead grass in every quarter of the circle, a burnt in spiral working from the outside to the center. There is blood that now stains the dirt and grass and paver stones. A metallic bowl and branch sit tucked to the side near a tree that contains Kurt's personal effects. The gathering of folks, sans Russ are seated at picnic benches enjoying bento boxes of sushi and other delights courtesy of Emi and Trent. The Elder Dox is still wearing his ritual loin cloth and looking sweaty and sooty from having performed it. He's currently staring over at Russ, who's isolated himself and his booze offerings to the porch of the Haunted Mansion. "Pencil in an opening for me as well, Ritemaster," he chimes in finally.

Ivy walks down the main path, a joint hanging from between her lips and a bottle of vodka dangling from between the fingers of one hand. Her boots crunch on the gravel underfoot, as she walks, eyes roaming over those gathered before she spots the one she always seems to be looking for. Her steps turn to carry her in Kurt's direction, pulling the joint out of her mouth long enough for her to take a swallow from her own bottle before coming to a stop next to him.

Goldie is lingering behind Kurt, watching. He is sat at the player thought he was standing. Her hands rise up his back to rest on his shoulders, which are nearly at height with hers even when he's sitting and the rest of the group listened to quietly while she gives pg affection. She smiles at the groping and leans in to nip at his neck and nuzzle his head with a brush of her cheek.When Ivy approaches, Goldie withdraws with a reverent nod to the woman. She smiles and retreats, circling the table where the food is laid out to try to fish out a can of something alcoholic.

Russ snarks back to Kurt, "You know where I live, if I am not there or at the Pit that means I am off in the Umbra somewhere... leave a message with one of my Knuckleheads if you have to... but you can find me if you try. I don't need to pencil you in." He pulls a zippo out of his pocket to spark up his clove cigerette and puff away at it slowly, shifting his gaze back to Trent to hear him out. Kurt sights Ivy before he scents her this time and as she stalks up he's grinning lopsidedly at her. No invitation needs to be made, and when she's in arms reach she's dragged in by one strong arm for his nose to settle into her neck and breathe her in before leaving a bite at the same spot as the other bite marks already marring her skin. "Ivy, you missed the ritual, but I believe it was a rousing success, the Ritemaster even gave Jackson a lasting memento of the occasion." Goldie's slipping away has his fingers dragging over her hip as she moves to find food and beverage. He watches but doesn't seem to find the same kind of exasperation as she isn't fleeing the scene. "Bring back one of those boozey soda things, Goldie," he says with a slightly piqued curiosity, he's never white clawed before! For shame. Back to the statuesque blonde as he glances down at the seat next to him. Russ' response earns his attention though and he simply nods, "I'll bring rum," he states simply to the Ritemaster.

Trent declines, largely because, "No. Beyond a night of sacrifice -- mainly personal but also of the delusional who refuse to Dance -- to strengthen the urge of Consumption, I don't have any grand ideas. And it's up to you whether you find that idea suitable."

Barksdale smirks to Kurt, "I am sure you miss plenty in a debrief or two, they can be dull..." he adds, "Not this time...only time I was at risk is when the magi were stupid enough to try and kill me. As you know, it worked out." he doesnt hide the murder attempt on his life.

Ivy laughs under her breath, the sound low in her throat as she's pulled in for her greeting and she wraps her arms around him as he bites into her neck. "Sometimes I think I can still feel twinges of mine." She muses before looking to the other kinfolk at Kurt's back. She watches Goldie closely, her fingers turning the bottle around slowly. The nod and withdrawl bring a brief look of surprise, but then she nods and puts the bottle down on the table before turning to sit next to Kurt on the bench. She lifts her legs onto the seat next to her, leaning in against the big man's side.

Goldie comes to the end of the picnic table and hms quizzically as she picks up the drinks. "Do you have any preference? Grapefruit? Black Cherry? Lemon?" She sets one can down and picks up another to inspect the label in the dimming light of day, "Uh, Mango?" she ughs, clearly not a fan.

Russ waves the hand holding his cigarette at Trent with a lazy acknowledgement, "Sounds like we'll have plenty to talk about when you stop by.." He pushes to his feet and takes the bottle with him as he disappears into the doorway of the Mansion. Russ is just gone, he doesn't bother to reappear here anywhere in the vicinity.

For her size, that of a petite Asian woman - Emi could fucking eat. She wasn't a Hamish though nor had a endless stomach. So after four complete bento boxes, she rubs her tummy and takes the mango Chuhai. "I'm gonna sleep this off in the fun house. Super stuffed. Food mates, now have food babies.", grumbling and slowly standing up. "Ok. Have a good night.", tossing the can into the air and transforming to her hispo fox. Emi catch the alcoholic drink in her maw and crushes the can so it leaks everywhere. Off to have a drunken nap.

Kurt gives Barks a sly grin, "Yeah it didn't work out for them," he notes of the Magi. Ivy's surprise gets a slight brow wag and he welcomes her into his presence as she takes up post with another headbonking. "It is good if you still feel it, means it got deep," he replies to her with that same soothing bari-bass rumble. At the rundown of flavors he blinks and then hms, "Cherry," he decides before taking one last swig of the whiskey in front of him, clearing his pallet for this new adventure in consumption. He is both eager and trepidatious for what's to come. "Also, tell Ivy what you told me this afternoon, please" he adds with that caramel tone, it's less to put Goldie on the spot, and more to appease the Elder's sense of justice and balance. As folks start to trail off, he gives Russ a brief look, "Perhaps, time will tell," he decides with a serpentine smile. Emi takes off and he lifts his hand enough to waggle his fingers in her direction as she goes to fox nap off the booze and food.

Goldie lets Emi take the mango. "Mango just wants to be a Papaya," she says with a shake of her head. The very thought of the fruit has her wrinkling her nose in distaste. She watches as the woman leaps up and away, then turns her head and sees a fox leaping by, a can in its mouth. "She's got a hat full of tricks, doesn't she?" the kin remarks. A nod is dipped at Kurts request and the can grabbed up, sauntered over across the cracked pavement, barefeet scraping against the dirt and rubble with every kick of her feet. Its presented to him with a smile. As he reaches for it, she looks to Ivy and echos her previous statement, "I told Kurt that I had . . . a vision." Again, she draws a pause, "A delirium? I don't know. I spent all morning at the Mission in Pax's library trying to read as much as possible, but I haven't seen anything that directly contradicts it or puts it as something in my mind." Her attention redirects from the can and Kurt to Ivy, "In any case, I feel I understand. You were right. I disrespected you. It won't happen again."

Emi has left.

Barksdale arches a brow for a moment when Goldie mentions a vision. "The father and his Urges come to us in many ways. It’s best we listen close lest we miss an important lesson or task."

Trent's attention has turned from Russ to Goldie and Ivy, curiously, as she speaks, head tilting slightly, and those often-vapid baby blue eyes narrowing slightly, not in disapproval, but in thought. He doesn't say or ask anything, though, not as she speaks.

Ivy watches Goldie as she comes back around, her head tilting slightly to one side as she listens. "That's good. But you'll find in some ways I'm a simple woman. Actions speak volumes louder than words. If you've found the beginning of your path, then as time goes on, I expect we'll get along famously." She offers her joint to Kurt before slipping it back between her lips, letting her head rest on his shoulder.

"That’s fair," Goldie nods, smiling at Ivy and then to Kurt. She drifts away from them, but doesn't leave. She looks at the remnants on the table, plucks up a can and squints at it in the light, "Pure." She shrugs and cracks it open, then sifts at the garbage, nudging it this way and that until she finds an unclaimed bento box to pick at. Swinging around to the other side of the table, claiming the spot Emi just left, she straddles the seat and looks to Barksdale, "Barks, you've been kind to give me any thought at all and you always seem to include me in your thoughts. I just want to know, if I were not otherwise honor-bound to another wolf, I would ---- your ---- off." She raises the can to him and winks.

Kurt nods his affirmation to Barkdale's comment, "Our Father speaks to us in clips and phrases sometimes, it is best to always be open to his influence," he agrees. Goldie gives up the drink and in the brief contact the wolf tugs her down to sit on his other side, to be flanked by blonde and brunette while discussion still moves over dogma and passion, the Elder thrilled to continue the great lessons of the Wyrm. The offer of a joint from Ivy is taken and he pulls a slow drag off of it before inhaling and holding that breath while conversation continues. Then Goldie comes right out with it, and he bark-laughs aloud, spilling the weed smoke from mouth and nose at the same time as he takes his first tentative sip of Cherry soda booze. HIs lips smack some and his forked tongue flickers. "Oh. Oh! Not sure I'm a fan," he decides before swapping back to whiskey to wash it down.

Viviana sits quietly as she picks at her bento box, listening. Her eyes glance to Goldie for a moment before looking at her phone and tapping in a message. Maybe she just wasn’t feeling it tonight

"I like my ---- /on/." Barksdale declares, "And you never know...I may have you yet...if you are lucky." Barksdale seems amused by the comment, "Lust is an urge that can fuel the rage and focus it like a laser, corrupt the heart and enflame passions." he rumbles, "Use it well." he nudges Viviana lightly, glancing at the phone briefly. "Quiet tonight..."

Trent has declined the drinking. Sushi? Yum! Alcohol? Even when hidden behind soda flavors-- he seems to avoid it. "What path exactly are you starting down, if I may ask?" But then there's a small snort of amusement toward she and Barksdale, eyes twinkling at that.

Ivy smirks as she comments. "It does make the odds of a repeat encounter higher. Unless you boys can grow those back on your own." From the musing tone in her voice she doesn't seem to think that's the case. She holds her hand out to take the rejected beverage, wanting to try it for herself. "What are they? Flavored beer?"

Goldie takes a sip from the white claw and rolls it across her tongue, eyes all squinty as she considers the flavor or non-flavor in its case. She shrugs and sets it down, picking up an edamame pod. She grins over at Barks remark and nods an affirmative, "What? Look at Jackson's arm, you can just have a new one reattached," she muses, giggling at the mental image of Pax having to do that. "Anyway, you may yet, true enough. If I'm lucky." A pause at Viviana's silence prompts her to inquire, "You alright, Viv?" Her attention drifts to Trent then when he speaks. The question he asks is responded to with a quizzical perk of her brow, "Hm? Path? Me?"

Kurt is still cackling some over Barks and Goldie's interaction, because talk of ------- ----- off is amusing alright? "Well, it would depend on how it was lost I guess? Some trauma can be regenerated, limbs regrown, I don't see why one couldn't regrow their dick given time and fuel," fuel of course being food and or booze or both. Ivy gets a playful snap of his teeth and he hands the beverage over to her for her review. "Yes, I think. It's too close to those fizzy club drinks in Vegas," he wrinkles his nose. Trent's question to Goldie gets him glancing around to the brunette and nudging her with whatever happens to be closest, "Do you not find yourself on a path of enlightenment but spiritually and magically?" he asks, prompting, sure, but he's still pushing his Kinfolk to answer in her own words.

Jackson has arrived.

Viviana quickly puts her phone away, looking at Barksdale and whispering something to him before looking to Goldie "Im alright" A smile follows. She eyes the white claws and makes a small face. Not her forte. She then feels her phone ding and she pulls it out again

Jackson is coming out of the fun house dressed now, as he moves slowly his flesh is healed from it, all nothing a quick crinos could not fix. As he walks over to grab a bento box, as he starts to eat from the food slowly, as he nods to Goldie."Hey trouble maker." His voice is warm, as he nods towards Kurt now as he licks his lips slowly. As he sits down at the table, with a wicked little chuckle, as he looks at Viviana."Second Trouble maker." His voice is teasing, as his eyes move to Ivy."Wise one." He grins at Ivy, as he sighs softly, as he nods towards Kurt.

"Yes. Wrath mentioned the beginning of your path," Trent says, head remaining tilted as he regards Goldie. But he agrees with Kurt, "We can regenerate that, yes. Thank the Father I've never had to, but our Hives tend to be a rough bunch of Bastards." Then Jackson is returning, and he greets him again with a "Welcome back, Poison-Ikthya.'

Barksdale rumbles to Viviana, "We can talk later, perhaps I can help. Have a drink...maybe not the fuzzy thing that Kurt is drinking." he then turns to the others, "Why would I want to test it?" he chuckles a bit more. "I’ll keep my cock attached where I can use it often."

Ivy laughs, her head leaning back against Kurt's shoulder as she looks up at him. "Let’s not test that theory with yours. Ever." A grin crosses her face before she pulls the joint from her lips to slowly exhale, eyes closing briefly to enjoy the flavor as it leaves her lungs. She looks to Jackson as he comes out of the House, lifting her bottle of vodka slightly in a toast. Then her eyes move on to Goldie, "Visions, epiphanies’ can often lead you to your proper path. Everyone has a path to follow. The ends aren't always the same."

"It's seltzer," Goldie tells the couple on the other side of the table. "I like seltzer normally, so I was really excited when they came out with these but I can't say I'm -- eh," she wrinkles her nose, "I dunno, a fan of the flavors. LaCroix has got some really creative ones and they're amazaballs."

Kurt’s question has Goldie retreating into her own thoughts as she gnaws at the peapod. Her eyes turn down at the contents of the bento box, giving the spread too much attention, then turn up -- first to Trent and then to Kurt -- "It’s only been a night," she admits, answering Kurt, "But I would think it has to." And then Trent, "My path is with Karnala, but how is -- what I'm sorting out." Another brief pause and she picks up another peapod. "It can only help, but -- Kurt, I mean, I'm no one." She puts up a hand and says, "I may not always be, but at present - I'm no one. I gotta imagine the only reason that delirium came to me is because it was your hand which was what held me . . . under, so to speak. I'm not gonna waste the blessing." When Jackson comes back from the fun house, she flashes a smile his way. His hand is caught and given an affectionate squeeze as he drifts by.

Goldie nods, also, to Ivy. She draws a breath through her nostrils and chomps down on an edamame pod. "That's the plan," she says, her youngish Kin mind already working behind her eyes. "Your lips to Fathers ears."

Jackson squeezes Goldie's hand as he passes her as he looks at her."You will do find, I'm glad I brought you to your home." His tune is warm, as he starts to eat slowly, trying to work the right arm it is moving a little now, as he starts to feed himself. The arm is fighting him, as his arm spazzes his arm is wiggles slowly, as he starts to move it quickly now, as he nods at Goldie, and then he smiles at Ivy."Your advice helped me."

Viviana nods to Barksdale at his response, moving to pull a flask from her bag. She unscrews the lid and takes a drink offering it to Barks. When Jackson refers to her as "Second troublemaker " she grins Ivy nods slowly, taking a swallow off the bottle of Vodka after pinching the joint out. "I'm glad." She says as she looks back to Jackson, getting comfortable in her slouch against Kurt's side. "We have too much work to do than to become lost in such problems. Father needs us focused and in harmony with one another. At least as best as we can be given what we are."

Kurt bites at the air between himself and Ivy, "Not in the plans," he notes before glancing over her at Jackson after having gathered himself and his wilted arm flesh back into a semblance of order. Meanwhile the Elder remains in his loin cloth and otherwise butt naked glory. "Your re-education happened quickly, I'll admit, Goldie, but sometimes the quicker you rip off the band aid, the sooner the wounds heal," he speaks to her soul as if it were damaged. There's a small flicker of pride that rolls throught he Dox's balefire eyes, his dagger-point pupils narrowing some to give way to more lambent green as he looks between Ivy and Goldie in particular. "Ivy is a Nephandus who has passed the trials of Father and been sent back to us to be a herald of Malfeas. I did not brashly decide to make her mine, she is a compliment to my knowledge and wisdom. I'm glad you've both found comfort in her words as well," he drawls to Jackson and Goldie, when his eyes sweep back around to Goldie he gives a little growl while one hand lifts to comb through her hair, "You were brought to us for a reason, if Karnala now guides you, then that was just one reason. More will make themselves clear, but you are on Father's path now, and that pleases me," the fingers in her hair grip into a sharp tug and then she's let go again so he can pluck up whiskey and down another quarter of the bottle. Burning through it quick enough to feel the warm buzz and relax.

Goldie smiles across the table at Kurt when his paw-like hand swoops into her hair to tussel the pixy. Her head bows without resistance at the effort and pops up when he draws his hand back, showing her only with a sheepish, yet affectionate smile while she paints her hair back in place. "I am glad." The brunettes attention drifts back to Trent as the thread of conversation comes to an end, "Did you know that Pax reassigned me to your office?"

"Karnala," Trent repeats. "Want, want, want. Everyone wants, and so everyone is at least a little under her sway. I'd venture that She's been with you for longer than you know." But that's just a guess. Then he nods. "Yes. And Daemion. You? I think your first assignment, if you haven't already done it, is to learn about demons, either through me or Pax. I'd suggest learning from the horse's mouth, instead, but I don't know if Daemion will be so keen, even if he seems like a genial guy."

A moment to sniff the flask, then Barksdale accepts and down a bit of the drink offered to him by Viviana. "Hmm. Different. Not bad." he says with a nod of approval to the kinfolk at his side. When Goldie mentions her assignment change, he comments to Kurt, an inside joke, "Should I be twisting her arm and convince her of the benefits of joining Godspite?"

Goldie squints at the mention of Daemion. Her head shakes, she looks to Kurt and Ivy, Jackson, Barks and Viv each in turn before he attention shifts back to its origin. "I'm not sure we've met, have I?" she takes the chopsticks out and starts peeling back the paper. "Also--," she adds, more quietly, "--where is your office?" When she hears Barksdale say 'Godspite', her eyes roll at her own ignorance, "Christ, thats new too. What is that?" she throws the chopstick paper aside in frustration.

Jackson watches it all as he exhales slowly, lighting a cigrette black hand rolled. As he starts to breath out a large smoke cloud of green, as he looks over at the others. As he is relaxing now, hust waiting it all now, he is eating quickly, as he slides the empty on to the ground.

Kurt gives a stiff nod, and then blinks before squinting and then shaking it off, then comes the bubble of laughter before he shakes his head some, "Your badge and such will come from my office at Magadon, you will be working in R&D with Pax, Trent and now Daemion. If you're going to continue on the path of learning you've taken up at least," he notes to the brunette kinfolk. The wise-crack from Barksdale earns him a scowl before the Elder is cackling like a wheeze-laughing hyena for a moment. It's honestly disturbing if you haven't heard it come out of his mouth before. "No," he says flatly afterwards with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes before focusing on Goldie again, "This is Trent, he works for Magadon as well. Godspite is the company of First Teams housed with Magadon, all one big happy Family," he says with his southern drawl and a hint of that corporate shine.

Ivy looks to Kurt with a small tilt of her head, watching him curiously as well as he speaks to Goldie's new position. She smirks a little, "And there's a dress code." Her eyebrow raises up as she looks to the Director. "Going to take her shopping?" There's something curious in her tone, more than the question as she takes another drink from the bottle then caps it off to set it aside. The joint gets relit then, sliding a lighter from the back of her cutoffs to lightly puff on it a few times, then inhaling deeply.

"R&D is underground in the restricted section of the building. My office is there, glass and cement, with a sign that says, 'Bellamy / Supervisor' outside the door," Trent describes so she can find it. "Most of the staff below ground can lead you to it." There's a glance Kurt's way, and he just tries to continue to look pleasant, smiling his sunny little smile, happily. Except now it might be -slightly- forced. Viviana listens to Kurt as he presents new information to her, making mental notes. She takes another swig of the flask and gulps it down, the moonshine burning just a little bit. Her bento box sits before her a few bits here and there left. Vivi then opts for another swig watching Trent , speaking to him

Viviana says something in a foreign language.

Jackson exhales the smoke into the air, as he listens for a moment watching Ivy and than Kurt, as he looks over at Trent."I will be in the office tomorrow." As he slides to his feet moving his hand is sliding at the other in a wave, using that broken arm to do it forcing it up as it spasmes, as he glares it the piece of flesh."I will be back, my arm needs to learn who is in charge." With that Jackson storms into the fun house.

Kurt smirks a bit and looks to the songbird on his side, turning in to press nip to the back of her neck before he pops up, "Hadn't planned on it, do you think we should?" he wonders of Ivy while searching her eyes with his own for a moment. With that new joint coming out, he plucks it from her lips to take his own slow hit before offering it back to the blonde's mouth with a suggestive wag of his brows. Trent's explanation earns a nod and he studies the other wolf for a long moment before finally deciding better of digging past the masks and layers to the Truth. For now.

Goldie smirky smiles at Kurt and chucks an edamame pod at him when he laughs. "I know that's Trent," she says. "It's Daemion I haven't met." The information provided about Godspite is nodded at however, as she picks at her bento box for a good piece of sushi. "I've got clothes, Ivy." She snaps them around a piece of sushi, "I spent a week shopping when I was first hired." A smile is cast up at Jackson, but then she's returning her attention to the conversation, "Although, I find the 'dress code' silly when Pax walks around barefoot in a flannel and pajama pants half the time." When Trent speaks, she quiets down, listens and nods, "Okay, thank you. I was having a hell of a time finding it and Angela at the desk was sending me all over the fucking building just for amusement."

Trent says something in a foreign language.

Viviana says something in a foreign language.

"To-may-to, To-mah-to." Barksdale inclines his head, "Pax wears flannel, I wear battle armor...dresscode." the philodox shrugs as he leans over to take her flask for another sip before giving it back once more.

Ivy waits while Kurt takes the smoke from her, a small laugh slipping out. "Liza might get made at you if she has to redecorate again." She parts her lips for him to give her the joint back, and inhales slowly as she turns towards Goldie. A small nod of her head follows. "The Director enjoys the dress code." is all she says to that, not commenting on Pax's lack-there-of.

Trent also sniffs at the dress code. "Pax. Yes. You should see Poppet." Which gets him thinking. "Perhaps you -should- see Poppet. She's an Enchantress, like you. You could probably talk shop. Another follower of Karnala, though not kinfolk, as far as I can tell. And she does good work on company projects, too."

Trent says something in a foreign language.

Kurt rolls his eyes slightly, "Pax gets away with murder for a lot of reasons, you're not that good yet," he tells Goldie before she goes and gets ambitious about wardrobe choices, "And you're lucky he wears the flannels, half the time I find him in just a robe," he points out with some incredulous tones, "Fucking ritualist," he headshakes. Ivy's answer earns a little twist of his lips, "Maybe I'll force Sheri and Goldie through the Liza process," he decides, "eventually." then there's a sly grin and he nods affirmatively. "Poppet..." he groans a little, "If that girl had a choice, her birthday suit is all she'd wear ever, and yes a follower of Karnala and damn good Enchantress," he notes. Of course all this talk about Karnala and Urges of Lust has him focusing a little too much on such things.

Goldie bows her head as she feeds the bite of whatever roll into her mouth to chew. She closes her lips, nodding wide-eyed at Trent and after swallowing the bite, says, "It'd be good to meet someone else on the same path, yes," she says. "You'll have to introduce us."

Grabbing her can to wash down dinner, the brunette Kin looks to Barks and grins. "Its the simplest of dress codes. Wear clothing. Of some kind. That works for men, but not for women." When Kurt speaks, her attention is redirected. "True enough," she says of her status. "What is the Liza process?" A pause and she then says, "ALSO WHAT ARE YOU AND VIVI TALKING ABOUT?" she asks, loud enough so Viv can hear. A suspicious, playfully so, look is given at Viviana and then Trent.

Ivy tilts her head as he swears about Pax's choice of practice. Her eyebrow raises up and she actually sounds shocked and a little heated. "Excuse me? I don't recall you objecting so vehemently when you found me in my ritual robes." She lifts a pointed fingernail to jab him in the side with it.

"I'm not complaining," Trent says, even if Kurt can complain all he likes about Pax's just-a-robe. And then to Goldie, "Maybe it's anticlimactic, but she just offered me some moonshine and I declined it. Bad for the voice, even if the offer's appreciated."

"You're a singer?" Goldie asks, glancing between Trent and the Bento box after setting her drink aside to retake the chopsticks in hand.

Kurt notes, "As you said, Darling, following Father and even Karnala does not mean one is automatically bi. Pax lounging around like Dr. Ian Malcolm isn't my cup of tea." Then his focus shifts to Goldie again, "The dress code for you involves heels, pencil skirts and blouses until further notice," a sharp smile developing as he waits to see if Goldie balks at the entirely 50's based misogyny. A laugh given to Trent, "I know some appreciate it, I just try to ignore it," he shrugs while finishing off his first and a half bottles of something boozey.

"That is specific, but noted." Goldie grins up at Kurt, points the chopsticks at Ivy and nods, "I may have to do more shopping after all."

Ivy opens her mouth again, her head tilting a little before she lets out a bark of laughter. "Okay, since I haven't met Pax now I'm just picturing Goldbloom and...the fly was on the other night. So...it's an interesting picture." She purses her lips slightly for a moment. She nods slowly, "High heels. Very." emphasizing that last word before lifting her own foot to show off the stylish ice picks she's walking around on. "Hope your balance is good."

"You put them in pencil skirts and heels I may require some aid from R&D in my office regularly..." Barksdale rumbles idly to Kurt as he eyes the kinfolk. "The sexy secretary so typical and yet always enjoyed." the dark skinned man notes. Perhaps it is the discussion of lust or perhaps it is simply the presence of the kinfolk at his side but Barksdale casually reaches around her hip as if to see that she is still near, its brief but deliberate. The conversation in the unknown tongue doesn't seem to bother him, at least he shows now apparent concern.

Goldie chews her most recent bite of sushi roll, smiling up at Ivy's statement. She waits to swallow it before murmuring out, "It has improved over the last couple of weeks." Reaching again for a sip, she eyes Barks and Viv, grinning, "Bend and flip."

Trent confirms, "Yes. A /bel canto/ counter-tenor. Opera. And now, occasionally in a metal band with Wrath here." He nods toward Ivy. "My voice, and wanting to perfect it, is what led me down the path of the Father. And my position as Master of the Howl. Did you know the Garou skull can act as a resonator? Poor Grisha-Ikthya the former Master, had an awful aneurysm."

Viviana puts the lid back on the flask, a few more gulps left in it. She grins at Goldie wondering how Vivi herself would fare with heels. Couldnt be her stealthy self but some heels were very pretty. She looks down to his hand on her hip smiling in his direction, scooting a bit closer "Heels...hmm"

Goldie huhs at Trent and then looks from he to Ivy and back again. "That's really boss." She stirs the seltzer can to feel how much is left and takes another small sip, simply because its all that is available. "Metal is unsurprising -- given our preoccupation -- and I'm sure you rock at it." More quietly, she murmurs, "I've always wanted to see an Opera. I've never had a chance." The can is set down, "You'll have to let me know if you ever put on a show. I wanna go."

Kurt actually loses some booze in a spit take at Ivy's description of Pax and he just nods emphatically, "Keep that image, it will serve you well enough," he says before leaning over to press a kiss to the blonde's temple. Then she's kicking up a leg to show off her stillettos and he practically rumbly purrs before leaning in to lay a few adoring bites along her leg. Bright eyes focusing on Goldie a moment and he croons his pleasure at the idea, "Don't know if you're ready for Ivy's modification, yet, but you may earn it," he says to the brunette before smirking, "Liza will enjoy herself, for sure," he says to no one in particular. A glance to Barksdale and he chuckles, "Don't tell me you don't have a personal assistant," he chides the other older wolf, "Would you like one? They're great fun, and take wonderful dictation," the play on word not doing anything to disguise the rising desires. "Well if the good Doctor is to be believed there will be a shindig where they can play soon...if not, I'll make one up." "Im going to need a personal assistant." Barksdale agrees, "Apparently one of my hiring needs." the philodox grunts idly with a smirk.

Viviana laughs suddenly "Barksdale's assistant ..file my papers! Get me some coffee! Hobble my ---- under the desk!"

Trent's eyes half-lid a little when personal assistants come up. He doesn't say anything about it, though, just agrees, "I'll send you tickets, then, to the local opera house. As a welcome present! As for me performing-- well, I'm not really hirable for /opera/ in mortal circles, so my songs are sung at Moots."

"Viv, Barks is more professional than all that," Goldie chides playfully. "He'd have you burn the papers."