2018.09.11 Knock-Fucking-Knock

Knock Fucking Knock
Faith goes to set a part of the record straight.
IC Date	Tuesday, September 11th, 2018
IC Time	4:30 pm PDT.
Players	Phillipe, Faith
Location	Garou Estates - Front Porch
Spheres	Garou Gaian Fera Bastet

--- Garou Estate and Reserve – Front Porch

Faith did not even bother to shower, much less change before making her way here by way of battered old truck, which is now sitting in whatever parking area was available. If anyone attempted to stop her from getting to the door, she likely threatened them verbally, and would have broken noses if needed. She's not a pretty pretty princess - especially not with that still fat lip and a few minor facial bruises. She's using her right hand. The tight clothing she wears shows a flat brace apparatus on her left shoulder, and strapping around her torso. When she knocks it's more of a pounding. "Faith Anne Donahue for Mister Bigshot Phillipe! I know you're in there and I'm not going away till you answer this fucking door!!!"

Beating on this particular front door and shouting demands is not necessarily the best first impression to make on this particular household. There are kinfolk who work the Reserve and since it isn't open to the public most of the time, there was at least one woman who tried to steer her toward the visitor's center for an appointment. Thankfully, Andrea knows how to train her people to take care of themselves, and so no one had to get hurt, but Phillipe had about fifteen seconds' advance warning before the pounding began. So when he opens the door, the rest of the downstairs level seems to have been - at least temporarily - cleared out of other people. "'Bigshot' is nowhere in any of my given names, Sergeant Donahue. If you will stop shouting like a lunatic, I would be happy to invite you inside for some tea while we discuss... whatever it is that has driven you here in such a state."

Her hand drops to her side, the redness of the side of her palm throbbing. She's not dressed in uniform, but she's pretty easy to recognize even in her bawn patrol fatigues. "I don't -have- a badge right now. But that's a different discussion." The words are all but bitten off, and the tall blonde woman's temper has not even considered dipping under the boiling point yet. "I don't need to walk into your house to say what I'm here to say, Sir." At least her volume has lowered, considerably. "And before you make any assumptions, I'm here completely on my own and without any permission."

"Possession of a badge - or lack thereof - does not dictate the possession of the rank it represents. I can address you some other way if you prefer, but you remain a Sergeant." In stark contrast to her temper, Phillipe is calm - voice even and mild. There's a slight upward twitch to one brow that gives something like the impression of a tail flicking, but he is otherwise content to lean against the doorframe. "I am... as your people would describe it, I am Philodox. I make no assumptions and jump to no conclusions. Whether you would like to say your piece in the sitting room or out here on the porch is entirely up to you. I have no meaningful preference either way."

"My position has been stripped from me while the recent situation is being investigated. So no, I'm NOT still a Sergeant." The words are downright bitter, and the young woman is clearly butthurt by the fact - but it's a black and white distinction in her world, if one can pardon the pun. On the graceful and dignified man's accounting of his own station, she replies tartly. "Oh good. Then I'm going to encourage you to utilize whatever means you have of discerning the truth of my next statement - and I promise not to willfully thwart the use of any power of gift to do so." She gives a moment's pause and then vaguely tilts her head to once side. "Please, let me know when you are ready - because I intend to make this succinct, then leave and not come back. Ever."

<---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Phillipe rolls Intelligence + Empathy vs 2 for 0 successes. 1 1 1 -1 -1 3 9 9 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============------------->

"Your anger is understandable, but drastically misplaced. I have never done anything to cause you to come to harm, and, indeed, offered no fewer than three times to have your injuries seen to by my husband - who is both a very powerful Life mage and a civil rights attorney familiar with navigating the Veil." So even with the need to maintain a 'natural' healing timeline, there are ways to make sure everything heals correctly and to alleviate the pain during the process. "Perhaps that information did not make it to you, as Dragomir did not seem interested in hearing it, and you have the right to be angry at August - to be rude to August if you so choose. You do not have that right with me." Not that he really seems to think she'll /stop/, mind you, but it needed saying anyway. At her next statement, however, he nods. "Very well." And there is a moment of silence broken by his expression folding down into a frown of consternation. "...something is not right. Please, give me a moment without being snapped at over a crime I did not commit, and I will try again."

Faith's breath is inhaled deeply through her nose, and out through her mouth.. There's almost a physical accounting from head to toes, each muscle slowly recalculated to a less tensed position. "I had no right, to disrespect you or your home or your people. You have my apologies." She's still much more like a soldier at attention than a relaxed salesman, but the words do seem to have eased her temperature from boiling to simply hot. "I will send a card or flowers if it will make you feel better." She actually dies seem to be offering that later genuinely, since you know - she heard somewhere that cards and flowers make people feel better. "My people are seeing to my injuries. But I appreciate the offer and I do hope your husband is well." See there? She can be reasonable too.

<---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Phillipe rolls Intelligence + Empathy vs 2 for 6 successes. 1 +7 +8 +8 +9 +9 +9 10 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============------------->

<---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Faith rolls Perception(5) + Awareness(5) (10 dice) vs 10 for 1 successes. 1 4 4 4 6 6 7 9 +10 10 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============------------->

That momentary calming - combined with the acknowledgment that she offers - is met with a slow, appreciative nod. A slow inhalation on his part and this time the burst of magic leaving his skin can be felt by those who are able to be aware of such things. "Thank you. Valentin is also well - being a father suits him." There is an unmistakable note of fondness for husband and daughter both in that. Whatever her experience with other cats, /this/ one, at least, is quite obviously a family man. Perhaps it makes more sense, then, why the network of Fera gossips - and even some among the Garou network - call him CatDad behind his back. "I do not require cards and flowers, though if you were to approach my husband with the potential to sue the city if they don't reinstate your position, you would bring his Christmas months early." It's a soft-spoken statement - easy enough to brush aside as a jesting attempt to lighten to atmosphere between them if she would like, but a genuine offer of assistance on that front, too. Just. You know. In a very feline way. "The magic is settled now, Sergeant. Please, say what you feel is important I know to be true."

"Your husband can contact Eye of the Storm if he wishes to work with the kin who are seeing to the necessary repair of the thinning of the veil in the wake of this epic load of unnecessary bullshit." Faith is calmer, but she's still speaking her mind apparently. "I came to inform you, as I will inform Eye of the Storm, in the case that the spirits who were present were either dumb as rocks, or just not attuned to what exactly fucking is.. that at no time on that rooftop did August accost me in a sexual manner. In simple to understand terms - I was not, nor was I at risk of being, raped. When I heard that accusation was made I was absolutely furious, and I came here without permission, without forethought, and with no ulterior motive. I just needed to make it absolutely clear - no matter what I feel, no matter how angry I am about what happened, Calling August Hilden von Heidelburgh a rapist is categorically and emphatically unacceptable, and if I find out who started that rumor, I will rip their baby-making bits out through their ear canal by way of their belly button." And according to the gift? She will totally make good on that promise.

Phillipe listens, calm and still. He lets her speak her thoughts to their entirety, and settles into silence for a moment afterward - processing, but also as a courtesy, in case she considers and finds there is more to add. When it becomes clear that - for the moment at least - Faith has said all she intends to, he nods. "That was not one of the accusations Dragomir made to me directly, but I had heard rumors of the encounter which had escalated to that point. I am glad to be reassured that there is no basis for them." He sighs softly. "Sometimes spirits lack context for things that are... beyond the scope of their existence. They did not mention such to me, but it was possible that it simply hadn't been context they did not have." And the possibility had weighed on him. "I will be speaking of my continued investigation to your Truthcatcher very shortly, and will include this information in that report. I appreciate your bringing that clarifying point to my attention, Sergeant." He pauses for another long moment, something oddly... /sad/ lurking around his eyes. "I appreciate that you exist within the Nation's chains of command, and will repeat the offer to the Truthcatcher when next we speak, but please understand that the history between myself and Dragomir is such that I would not trust him to be in a room alone with Valentin, let alone to ask my husband to take a position of subservience to him. This is no reflection on my beliefs about the wrongness of the situation in which you have been placed, only that - while I would very much like to help you in any way I can - I must consider the well-being of my own family as well."

"Then it's a good thing that my Mentor Eye of the Storm, doesn't hunt your husband simply because he does not feel that the rules he lives by do not forbid it. Isn't it?" Faith turns then and walks away without further word.