20170211:ChallengeCombat

Challenge Combat
Lydia challenges George over a perceived insult
IC Date	Feb 2nd, 2017
IC Time	evening
Players	Jake, Journey, Lydia, Marlon, Percy, Marcel, Zeppelin, Marlon, Annie, Vicky, Billy, Sandra, Sebastien, Alecto, Monica, Dex, Andy, Simon Jones, Furio, Antoine, Tabia, George
Location	The Caern gathering space and the Amphitheater
Spheres	Gaian Garou, kinfolk

Jake, for some reason, is wearing aviator sunglasses with blue tinted mirrored lenses. He's eating barbecued chicken and talking quietly and calmly with the others. Very calmly. He notices Lydia enter and stands briefly, offering a polite nod of the head in greeting. "Lydia-Rhya. It's good to see you." He regards Marlon again. "Well, this is Prospect. Prospect...is different from other places. You'll find out." A light grin appears on his lips and he looks over at Journey. "Yes, I've heard a number of new howls lately. Haven't met many of them yet though. Am interested to meet my first Red Talon too. I'm sure they'll amble in here one of these days." He regards Percy again, simply listening to what she has to say.

Journey looks over to Lydia as she comes over, "Hello Lydia, the kin have barbecue chicken if you're interested." He sits at the fire as Lydia joins him, Jake, Marlon and Percy. Journey has no chicken but the rest are devouring chicken. It's a good afternoon, unless you're a chicken. Journey pokes the fire.

Lydia smiles and takes her seat, curling her feet out toward the fire to get dry along with the hem of her dress. "Sounds great thankyou," she tells Journey. She inclines her head to Jake. "Nice to see you again. I see some faces I have yet to meet."

And the chicken is quite good, even! With Lydia seated, Marlon finds his own seat once again, glancing at Jake, and Percy. It's her that he answers immediately, "My brother is a 'Walker. Calls his phone 'Igor'. You might like him. He's on some sort of thing, though. When he gets back, I'll see about havin' him call you?" Or... whatever it is that Walkers do. Marlon pulls his chicken leg out, the one being used as a stand in for his smokes, and sets it down on his tinfoil pack before he goes after the next bit of barbecue chicken. He works on it quickly, settling into quiet for the time being.

George comes loping down the tunnel from the surface on four legs and smoothly melts back into two when he enters the cavern. At the moment he's sniffing the air and looks towards the chicken first.

The chicken is /quite/ good - as evidenced by how quickly the tiny Theurge has made it through the first half of her plate. Percy does nod toward Marlon, though, even offering a small smile. "I appreciate that." That's when Lydia mentions new faces and given the very direct segue, Percy settles her plate on her thigh and sits up just a little bit straighter. "I am Persephone, rite named Brightheart, Cliath of Guideluec's Honor, born to the Glass Walkers as a Metis Theurge and raised in kindness by the Black Furies."

Jake finishes his chicken just as George lopes into view and he offers a respectful nod to the Elder. He's sitting at the fire chat area with Lydia, Journey, Percy and Marlon and it looks like they're having a nice, calm, quiet conversation. Nope, nothing to see here! Jake stays quiet while Percy introduces herself to Lydia.

Journey nods to a kin who fetches more chicken for Lydia and holds quiet otherwise as Introductions start up and he continues poking the fire in front of him, listening to the conversation, looking over to George, he nods as the man comes into view.

Lydia tilts her head with interest at the introduction, raised by my tribe were you? I am Myrina's Vengeance, born on four legs to the full moon, Beta Wolf of the Moonguard Hunters under Pict-rhya, emmisary of the Bacchantes in Delphi, and Den Mother to the Sept of Enduring Spirit. Welcome." She looks over to detect the arrival of George as Journey's gaze draws her attention.

Marcel wanders down the path, whistling some little jig, his flask in his hand. His body position is not stressed. He sees a group of poeple and pauses for a moment then spots someone new and decides to head in that direction. He offers a respectful nod to those he knows since just about everyone except Marlon outranks him. To Marlon he offers a fist for a fist bump.

Percy listens attentively, lowering her head in a half-nod-half-bow motion. "I was, Rhya, in a sept across the sea." She nods again in recognition of the welcome, but as soon as Lydia's attention is elsewhere, Percy is entirely content to return her attention to the poultry at hand.

Zeppelin enters into the caern, but she's less herself. This is not a bad thing and it's not a sad or drama thing. She's just more subdued and those that know her; know it's a forced act. She's trying to make herself not get overly excited. Her rainbow shaded coat marks her probably before even her scent does. Her smile is still bright as ever and her eyes glitter with happiness. Those hazel eyes slide over those present to check for the 'feel' of the area. She'll come close, but not interrupt to sit down. It should be noted that she has coffee with her. There is a look around for the the Talons, quick like bunny.

Marcel offers a smile to Zeppelin "Nice seeing you again." he offers in a soft, gentle voice.

The next bit of chicken is dispatched, and the same treatment is given that next chicken bone; he cracks it between his fingers and puts an end in his mouth, ostensibly to try and curb his cigarette habit. George's entrance is given an inclination of his head in deference to his boss, though when Marcel comes by to fist-bump, he raises the cleaner of the two hands to meet it. "Brother," is murmured.

Zeppelin's entrance causes Marlon to rise to his feet again in the presence of a lady. His rising before to Lydia wasn't so much an acknowledgment of her authority, but rather due to her gender and courtesy due. Zeppelin gets the same treatment, complete with, "Miss Zeppelin."

George glances around at the crowd and ponders aloud, adressing the question to Journey but speaking so anyone could hear him "I suppose this is enough uninvolved parties to accomidate the Master of the Challenge's condition, don't you?"

Jake lifts a hand in greeting to Marcel and Zeppelin, expression hard to read due to the sunglasses he's wearing. He looks calm though, even with a fire axe laying across his knees. "Zeppelin. Marcel. It's good to see you both. We were just getting acquainted with Brightheart here." He obviously means Percy. "Please join us. I believe there is extra barbecued chicken as well. Help yourselves." He quiets down as George speaks to Journey and leans forward with interest.

Journey looks to George as he's asked and looks around, nodding, "Well, it would appear so." He says, as he pokes the fire, and falls quiet once more. This doesn't center on him, what's about to happen it seems.

Lydia stands slowly. "More than enough." Her eyes stare at George and wait for him to continue. She rolls her neck to limber up the muscles.

Zeppelin allows a smile towards Marcel. "It is good to be seen. I trust you are well." Wait, do they have food? Zeppelin's eyes slide over in that direction for a few moments. When Marlon stands, she gives him a larger smile. "Marlon.." She moves a bit closer but angles towards George. There are no hugs and snuggles today. There is a curious look towards Lydia. Then she smiles towards the others. "Jake, it is good to see you. I'll wait to see if any is left over after everyone has their fill, but thank you."

Marcel glances and begins to approach George, "A moment rhya?" but then shuts up when he speaks to Journey. He goes quiet and takes a step back. A glance to Jake and he nods " Sure thing Rhya, just wanted to report to George that Alim seem to have vacated where he was staying. He's been gone for at least a week judging by the condition of that location."

George's voice startles Percy a little bit, but it's not until he mentions the Master of Challenge that she actively sits back up, plate of chicken bones finally set down next to her for a moment. Journey's agreement /and/ Lydia's are enough to make a girl feel like she's missed a step. Or ten. It's a Cliath's life and she's certainly not upset - on the contrary, she actually looks... excited. Not going to speak up and interrupt whatever's happening, she does lift a hand in a small wave toward Zeppelin. This should be fun to watch.

Master of the Challenge? Marlon looks quizzically at George as he waits for Zeppelin to take a seat, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Take some, Miss Zeppelin. You got a bunch of wolves here so 'if any is left' probably won't work out in your favor." He's still on his feet as Lydia makes her response, and he looks to her, watching her rise.

Annie quietly moves toward the group of people. She combs her fingers through her hair, trying to get some perspective on what is going on, staying back on the fringes.

Vicky heads into the area looking fairly somber. As before carrying her and Lydia's daughter, the young Kayleigh asleep and unaware of what is going to happen. She looks over the gathering nodding to those she knows.

George nods and cracks his neck "Should probably move this to the Amphitheater. Set terms and such, gonna do this right." He glances aside at Percy "Do you know the gift Mother's touch?"

Zeppelin watches as Lydia stands up and then George stands up. Her eyes slide around the others and upwards. She offers a soft comment towards George. One can tell it's an etiquette question just by how she's speaking. There is a smile towards Annie when she arrives and a wave towards Percy. Vicky, too, gets a smile.

Zeppelin mutters to George, "Should... go to watch... it... danger..."

Zeppelin whispers "Should kinfolks go to watch this or is it a danger for such things?"

Journey rises, snapping the fire poking stick over his knee and putting the pieces into the fire, nodding as he turns to head for the Ampetheater, looking around to the others for a moment before he leaves completely.

Marcel moves towards Jake and accepts the chicken and makes a second plate, He glances and bobsd his head in thans before taking one of the plates to Annie. "Fancy meeting you here." he says softly.

Lydia reaches out to take Vicky's hand as she arrives. Her face is a radiant smile as she looks down at the infant in Vicky's arms and kisses the child's forehead. Standing back to her full height and directing her now stony gaze at George she simply says. "Whatever you like." She follows the group.

Annie grins to Marcel," Ohhh food. I am starving. " She presses her lips to Marcel's to steal a quick kiss, " Soooo, whats going on? " She asks Marcel quietly.

Obviously having expected this to be a spectator-only event for her, Percy jumps a little when she is directly addressed. "No, Rhya, I'm sorry. I have not yet had an opportunity to learn this Gift." All the same, when the others start rising she's quick to scramble to her feet, bending to pick up her bone-laden plate and then simply waits.

Marcel glances " seem a challenge between elders.

Jake stands also, holding his axe, then follows Journey and the others to the amphitheater...

George mutters to Zeppelin, "... stay..."

You whisper "just stay back" to Zeppelin.

Marlon leans over to pick up his tinfoil pack and doublechecks to be sure it's closed. There's BBQ chicken in there! Reaching out to take Percy's plate, he'll be sure to drop it off to where it belongs when they pass. Next, he's headed out to the amphitheatre, out of curiosity.

Zeppelin nods her head towards George and then comes to her feet to move towards the Amphitheater.

George nods to Zeppelin as he answers and says "Two uninvolved witnesses are required by the Master of the Challenge but anyone who wants to witness can come." then he turns and walks off to the Amphitheater.

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Billy slips in a touch late, in lupus, following the group and then moving to sit himself down like a very good boy next to Jake and Journey.

Zeppelin smiles towards George for the murmurs between them. She stays back from the main area, but enough to see. Mainly as it's a full moon and she is made of squishy non-shifting materials. There is a sip of her coffee as she watches the others move around, but for the most part; she's silent. Smiling, but silent.

If only out of sheer curiosity, Sandra has made her way into the Amphitheater not long after the throng of people in the central chamber of the caern do, though she hangs about as far back near the exit (and as far away from people in general) as is plausible.

Lydia kisses Vicky's cheek and then disentangles herself from her wife and child to go and walk up onto the stone stage. She crosses her arms and stands facing George, her eyes tracking his movements and her countenance cold.

Annie moves with the food- can't forget the food. She walks to watch this thing go down. No popcorn? Bah.

Bastion's been about. He fell asleep not far from here last night and this man has a tendency to sleep like the dead. So when a Sept member came looking for him, well... It's not far to travel. He arrives at the ampitheatre still in lupus, golden fur and casual posture. But with the nature of what was requested of him, he doesn't stay that way long. It's only a moment before he stretches and shifts back to homid with the fluidity of someone who was born in that form. He stays quiet, but tries to catch George's eye.

With the sound of snapping bone and stretching muscle, Sebastien transforms into a regular man.

Vicky follows Lydia as she heads turns the Amphitheater. Giving her a return kiss on the cheek for good luck. "May honor and Gaia be on your side my love." taking a position close enough to witness and far enough to be out of the way.

Howls-at-High-Moon enters quietly in her lupus form. The black wolf moves with near total silence, heading around the edges and she skims the crowd. She nudges Billy with the tip of her nose and growls softly to him, almost conversationally. <<Tell all the kin to move together. Even a formal challenge can be dangerous. Tell Vicky that she can be at the front of the kin, but she must stay with the group.>> Alecto has been through a LOT of these things.

Marlon slows as he watches the preparation. For a long moment, he stands there, unmoving. Slowly, he shakes his head and turns around to remove himself from the gathering. Time to get back to the city. Doesn't look as if it affects anyone but the Elders, from what he can see at the moment. There are more than enough witnesses. As he moves towards the back, he inclines his head towards Sandy in greeting as he moves past.

Journey moves in with the Zephyrs Hand Pack, moving to a place to sit in Vickys general vicinity, "Alright all the Kin together, Vicky, as Lydias mate you may be in front, but stay with the group, please." He says, staying near the group.

Annie shuffles over with the kin, eating while she does so. A herd of kin! She is just happy to be fed. The place always has food going though.

Noting the nod from Marlon, Sandra takes one last look at the proceedings, and seems inclined to opt out, herself, about-facing to head back to the caern proper.

Marcel glances to Annie, motioning to Howls. He offers her a reassuring wink and moves himself to a position where he can, if need be step between the kin and whatever may ensue.

Vicky looks to Journey "Of course Rhya. I will not stray." she is of course going to stay by the grouping of kin and take her place in front to watch the challenge.

Zeppelin glances over at the other kin that are around. She does lean forward to offer a comment towards Vicky in a softer voice. She will wait for an answer and then move to sit back down.

Zeppelin mutters to Vicky, "If... up... sleeping child... you... wish."

Having found the correct place to dispose of her trash, Percy follows along with the movement of the crowd. It's not until she catches Bastion's scent that she properly relaxes, though, and she's veering off from the bulk of folks to stand at his side.

George nods to Bastion and beckons him forward "I'm guessing you're the unaffiliated healer I asked for. Just be ready alright?" Then George moves up to stand on the stage across from Lydia "I think what you want if you win is fairly clear but why don't you state it all out for the record."

Vicky looks to Zeppelin and shakes her head answering softly as not to interrupt anything.

Monica arrives not long after Percy, a nod offered to both her and Bastion as she makes her way in, hands slipped loosely into her pockets. Her attention sweeps over those gathered for a time before centering on George and Lydia, a brow arching curiously.

Bastion steps forward when he beckoned, near enough to be a useful healer, but not so close as to be remotely in the way. "Yes, Rhya, I do believe so." He answers, nodding acknowledgement at the instruction, and then settles in to quiet watching. There's a nod in return of Monica's when she comes in, and a look sent to Percy along with a small smile that is the best greeting he can manage at the moment.

Jake beckons silently to Monica to join him, Journey and Billy if she so wishes. He's not saying a word now. There's just too much to watch at the moment. So many people!

Lydia speaks without letting her eyes stray from staring at George. "I have flaws, perhaps many flaws. But you stated before the rest of the elders that I must remove the beam in my own eye before pointing the mote out in others. As evidence of my beam, you spoke or my unorthodoxy in breeding. True love is rare. I have been fortunate enough to be blessed by Gaia to find it. I have been further blessed to meet a kinmagi who was able to perform a ritual that my wife might bear my child. Our child. So, you list Kayleigh as one of my flaws. You list Vicky as one of my flaws. They are the most beautiful things in my life, not mistakes. When you ar defeated you cry my pardon for your disgusting suggestion."

Howls-at-High-Moon pages: Rebut that. Like for real. Vicky and Kayleigh are not her flaws. Her choices for unnatural breeding ARE.

Marcel cocks his head and does math in his head...he almost opens his mouth to ask the really in depth question but stops himself just barely.

Approaching Jake as she's summoned, Monica's expression alters subtly upon hearing Lydia speak, her brow furrowing somewhat. She looks to George, then back to the Athro Fury, her chin raising. Looks like she wants to say something. Or *ask* something, anyway.

Annie glances to Marcel, wrinkling her nose a little and shakes her head as she just keeps quiet in the group, still chowing down. RobbleRobble.

Lydia's statement seems to actually take the healer off guard. Bastion glances between her and George and back again. There's a working in his jaw for a moment, and then the roll of his right shoulder backward, and then he forces an almost uncomfortable stillness. Now was not the time.

Zeppelin listens to what the challenge is about. Her eyes stray between Lydia and Vicky and then the child. There is a thoughtful look but then her eyes focus back. A sip of her coffee. She's sat back down after her short, soft conversation with Vicky.

Journey watches for the moment, looking at the exchange, and taking a breath before putting a hand to his forehead for a moment before looking back to the happenings.

This... is /not/ what Percy had anticipated from this challenge. Her mouth actually drops open and there is a moment where she /stares/ at George like she's waiting for his rebuttal to be the punchline on a real edgy joke. That dumbfounded reaction is cut short when she catches the change in Bastion's body language out of the corner of her eye. She steps closer to her alpha, a warm presence of support without ever actually /quite/ touching him, but her attention is soon back on George and awaiting his reply.

Howls-at-High-Moon is just quiet, keeping an eye on things. She keeps a mid point, not terribly far from the kin, but angled in the direction of the two involved in the challenge.

Billy also remains quiet, still and stately as a wolf, minus a moment there when he sneezes for no apparent reason. Wolf noses, man. They're crazy.

George straight up laughs in Lydia's face "I didn't list your true love or your ...child as your flaws. They are symptoms of your Ignorance. Of your chronic unwillingness to even try to learn how to do things properly. You've pushed and pushed to become den mistress even though the flaws in your education make you manifestly unfit. That along with your displayed lack of ability to control your Rage and your display of disrespect for an agent of a Sept officer when acting in an offical capacity..../When/ I win you will acknowledge your unfitness renounce your post as Den Mother. Publically."

Lydia nods. "You will lose."

Annie pauses in her eating and raises an eyebrow to George's words. A small grin crosses her lips.

The stillness Bastion put on ripples, a shiver down his back that likely would have been more if Percy hadn't come to join him. But that familiarity at his side still him enough to keep himself together, and once again he returns to calm watching.

"If he somehow, *magically* doesn't manage it, I'm coming for you myself," Monica blurts out in an open snarl. "If what I suspect is even *remotely* true, you don't even have the right to call yourself a Fury, much less one of the Bacchantes."

Howls-at-High-Moon says and does nothing. Her gaze slides over the place, briefly, but that is all. Then Monica speaks and she barks briefly at her. <<Later. Now is not the time.>>

Vicky stands with the gathered kin. She looks proudly as Lydia states the reason for the challenge, keeping her sleeping daughter close to her. She frowns at the reply George gives, shaking her head. As to her thoughts she keeps them private for the time. At Monica's interruption she turns her head staring hard at the woman.

Marcel motions his head to Annie with a slight elbow move, hoping she will get what he means.

Annie tilts her head to the side at Marcel's motions and blinks slowly, having no idea what he means.

Journey stands there, watching George. He loooooks to Monica, frowning slightly, and as Howls barks to her, he looooooks back to the centers of attention.

Zeppelin turns her eyes towards Monica and then towards Howls at the barking. In truth, for now, Zeppelin just looks around. She is slightly tense because challenges are always a bit tense.

Marcel sighs and tries to move in the way of that hard stare from Vicky at Monica.

Monica's teeth grit, but she knows better than to let more than one slip happen. Vicky, however, gets a return on that stare in flat warning to keep that look to herself. Past that, she keeps her attention on the combatents, looking ready to start pacing.

George claps his hands together once, sharply "The power of positive thinking right? You should know that only makes a difference for will-workers. Here's how this is gonna go, we're both going to assume crinos form. Once there we wait a ten count and then we fight. Gifts, powers, fetish weapons." he draws the fang of Anubis "All on the table. No outside interference of course. Understood?"

Lydia says, "I should like the spirits and the truthcatcher to take notice of George's words. We all heard him say,

Saying our sept is being made to look foolish by others while you're acting outside your own sept and office? And your own departure from orthodoxy in breeding? Before plucking the splinter from your neighbor's eye, see to the beam in thine own.

Now he tells a falsehood before the sept saying he did not say that." She looks at Monica, the other fury's hate pains her where George's means nothing. "Get in line." She hardens her expression and turns back to George. "I understand.""

Journey tilts his head, listening to Lydia as she speaks, but.. frowning as he turns her words over, examining them and their meaning. Holding his silence, and council for the moment.

Howls-at-High-Moon moves with Marcel, taking up station on the other side of him, nudging him in passing. He has officially been tagged in. She situates herself closer to the Garou, him closer to the kin, for whatever difference that will make. At the mention of the Truthcatcher, she growls softly to Marcel. <<Translate for the kin>> and then louder to the others, <<Orthodoxy: Authorized or generally accepted theory, doctrine, or practice. The words that he spoke are true. Your method of bringing your daughter to this world was not orthodox in any manner. You did, indeed, depart from Orthodox by magical intervention. He said nothing about your child or your love being a flaw. There was no falsehood spoken. Continue.>> There is no passion or emotion in her tone. She is the Truthcatcher. Her job is to remain neutral.

Marcel murmurs softly to Monica "Well isn't this something from Austin Powers, mixed with a bit of UFC, Rhya?" trying to lighten her mood with a quick and softly spoken word to distract her.

Howls-at-High-Moon eyes Marcel and shakes her head. <<Formal proceedings. Hush.>>

Marcel repeats verbatum what Howl's says.

Marcel shuts up outside of that.

Zeppelin leans forwards a bit to watch how this all goes down. Her eyes slide from one to the other. Although, as there is shifting to Crinos, a soft noise leaves her throat. It's instinctive and she gives an apologetic look.

Mocks-the-Dark ripples up into his egyptian death god of a warform with his blade in hand and he waits with calm patience.

Lydia shifts fluidly into crinos. A poweful blend of black she wolf and woman. She will fight with tooth and claw

Marcel moves towards the kin and offers Zeppelin a concerned look. He doesn't speak but makes sure she is alright wordlessly.

Lydia shifts fluidly into crinos. A poweful blend of black she wolf and woman. She will fight with tooth and claw it seems. She sends a battle prayer up to gaia without words.

George's rebuttal is... well, look, to say Percy looks comfortable with the first part of it would be a /gross/ exaggeration, but at least it seems like a much more complicated issue than straight up homophobia. Monica's vitriol startles her enough to make her jump, but that's a mystery for another time. For now, the fight is beginning. And if she ever-so-subtly takes a bit of Sebastien's suit sleeve between two fingers, well, no one's likely paying attention to a small Theurge's gestures of self-comfort anyway.

Slipping into the area Dex wanders along quietly glancing over the rather large crowd in the area the tension rumbling through the air has him draw a deep breath in before letting it roll out again. His brow arches before picking out a seat and pulling out his notebook and pencil, flipping to a new page to make notes.

Vicky merely hardens her eyes when looking at Monica before shaking her head. This is isn't the time or place to address her big sister. She instead turns her attention to the challenge and what is happening there.

Journey tilts his head from side to side, standing still otherwise, just watching as things get hairy.

It's only by mere virtue of Howls' bark that Monica doesn't shut down that baffling stare from Vicky verbally, saying nothing of the dismissive gesture to follow, the near-murderous Rage that ignites bitten back as hard as it can be. If it wasn't a flat-out warning before, it sure as christ is now.

Howls-at-High-Moon is keeping an eye on EVERYTHING. That's hard as hell to do, but as a Philodox, it's kind of her job. She catches Vicky's look toward Monica out of the corner of her eye and she nudges Marcel and BARKS, sharply. <<Pay attention to your mate, little Sister. You are provoking a Garou with a child in your arms.>> Then she looks back to Monica and growls in her direction. <<Watch the challenge, Sister. This conflict can wait for the first to be resolved.>>

Marcel repeats with a sense of command and urgency. "Pay attention to your mate, little Sister. You are provoking a Garou with a child in your arms."

Zeppelin allows her eyes to slide over towards Monica and then back to Vicky. There is a tip of her head a bit to that before she turns to watch the challenge. She's not taking her eyes off of Crinos garou for long; especially one that has a tendency to sneak up behind her.

Vicky nods to Marcel "It wasn't my intent. It isn't the time or place." she replies quickly. She keeps her eyes firmly on the challenge between George and Lydia nothing else.

Marcel keeps an eye on both Vicky now and the goings on. Ready to step in if he must.

Mocks-the-Dark starts glowing brightly, not moving until Myrina's Vengeance closes for the first pass. He side steps her first bite by a very near margin and then goes for a slash with his blade and misses.

Journey was expecting things to brighten up so he lifts a hand to partly shield his gaze and prevent dazzling as he tries to peer around the glare to take in the fight.

Myrina's Vengeance rushes forth with a savage growl which turns discordant as she is blinded. The first bites fall short or glance harmlessly off his limbs, but lupus have more senses than just sight and she finally lunges in to rip a large gobbet of flesh from George's stomach with her powerful jaws, spitting the meat aside and turning with a fierce growl to confront him

Her jowls drip with blood.

It's by the grace of his Tribe alone that Bastion isn't directly staring at this fight. Elders fighting means one thing to Children of Gaia, there will be reeeeeally bright lights. But he hadn't been entirely expecting it, either, with neither of the combatants being members of his tribe. So there's a wince at the suddenly blinding light and his hand comes up.

Monica keeps from her pacing for the moment, watching the entire fight play out (or watching what she *can* with shielded eyes, thanks George) with rapt attention, and absolutely no enthusiasm. One way or another, she straight-up isn't happy about any of this.

Zeppelin has been watching because really there are Crinos or at least fighting Garou near her. Of course, she's watching. So a sound of surprise grips her as the light flashes. It might not have the desired effect on the other in the challenge, but it does on Zeppelin. Her hands fly up to try and cover her features as she starts to shake her head and look down. It's clear that she *can't* see. So there is a slight sense of panic off the kin.

Percy is not a Child of Gaia and has never in her life seen anyone light up like the bloody sun mid-fight. However, she /does/ have experience with living light, so when she catches the first rays it is simple instinct to turn her face into Bastion's arm. This is /far/ too intense for her sensitive eyes.

Vicky wasn't expecting the blinding light. The first thing she does is turn away and shield her sleeping daughter's closed eyes. She tries to look over her shoulder to watch her mate fight it just proves too hard to do both. She just listens to the fight instead.

Jake continues to watch silently with his pack mates, an unreadable expression on his face. He does lean forward slightly as the light explodes from Mocks, and shields his eyes slightly. Clearly Jake thinks that's a rather cool trick.

Marcel winces at the light, turning away for a moment so he can squint his eys before turning back around. He frowns trying to figure out what shiny and shape like thing are doing to one another.

Mocks-the-Dark is breathing hard and has been made to bleed his own blood. He has Myrina's-Vengeance dead to rights but some how, with the prowess of a warrior born, she flows out of the way. Realizing her that if he comes at her head to head he's beaten Mocks-the-Dark goes impossibly still (a sign that those who know him would recognize as dangerous) and when the next lunge comes he moves to deflect with the sharp edge of his blade, splitting her nose and dropping her to the ground.

And with that the bright light dims and George drops back to his breed form, panting to catch his breath.

Myrina's Vengeance is snarling savagely to the end, her last strike was meant for the jugular but anticipated. She yelps and crashes to the ground as George sidesteps her falling form.

As Myrina drops and the light dims, Alecto's eyes lock on Marcel's. <<Keep Vicky where she is>> Her eyes lock on Sebastien and she jumps into motion. "Healer!" In a split second, she is at Myrina's side, shifting to homid mid stride and fingers go to Myrina's throat, checking for a pulse. She STILL can't see very well, but she can FEEL. "Breathing." And then she's leaning back to give Sebastien room.

But not TOO much room because Lydia is an Ahroun and sometimes, they wake up cranky

It's not immediate, his step forward. There's always the moment given to allow for a Rage regeneration, but when the challenge has been completed, and he is called for, Bastion doesn't waste time. With a small touch to Percy's shoulder, he slips over to Lydia's side and kneels. His hand rests over her head and he whispers a quiet prayer to both Gaia and Unicorn. The flow of the words is distinctly French, but the language doesn't really matter. The emotion shows through enough anyway, a request for forgiveness, for mercy. He breathes deep and pushes Gnosis into the fallen Fury, a beat of the heart passes and he waits, but as her flesh begins to knit together he lets out his breath. But, you know, if she's going to have a first someone to tear into, at least her Healer is an Ahroun.

With the results of the fight made clear, Monica doesn't wait around for 'closing ceremonies.' She instead turns to make her way out of the crowd, clearly needing some breathing room, herself. If it's disrespectful, well-- so be it. Better to be removed from the situation than immersed in it, in this case.

Myrina's Vengeance has reverted to her breed form. She whines and spits out blood as she comes awake. She rises to her feet with difficulty. Limping toward George she lowers her muzzle in deference. <<You are victorious. I am no longer fit to be Den Mother to our Sept.>>

Dex scratches down a few more notes while he watches the scene unfold a bit of tension leaving him as it does. The Galliard though is rather studious when it comes to information and makes sure he has everything that he will need. His eyes flit toward Alecto when she calls out toward others but he enjoys his seating a little ways off from the crowd. Better to observe everything this way. Crowd and fight. His attention for the moment though lingers upon the former as the latter concludes.

Vicky looks over her shoulder when the sounds stop and some of the talking resumes. Seeing the aftermath and assuming George is no longer shining like the sun she turns back around. She makes no move to go towards her fallen mate. This is just how things are done. Her face saddened as Lydia renouces her den-mother position.

Marcel frowns a bit and nods with a sense of conclusion to the disagreement. His gaze lingers for a moment gauging hte situation before moving away from being a meat shield to the kin. A glance to Alecto and a look of waiting for permission or acknolwedgement that his services are no longer required.

Journey watches the combat, and lowers his hand when the glare subsides. Looking to Vicky and Marcel as Alecto draws attention to them, he looks back to the combatants as the Lupus relenquishes her position and he listens to the conclusion of the Challenge.

George nods at Myrina's Vengeance and takes a deep breath before adressing the crowd "And to be abundantly clear I don't give one single solitary damn what bits someone's got or what bits they prefer their partner to have. It was the will-worker magic being used that sourced my objection. I know many furies who prefer the company of other women and there are customs that allow for childbearing even so. Love and breeding are not required to be in combination. Heck I've given babies to strider kin I barely know. It does help if you at least like them a little though."

As Lydia rises, so does Alecto, reaching out to offer a hand, but not touching Lydia unless she takes the offer. Her gaze shifts to Vicky, just to be certain and she holds up a hand to her, indicating she should stay where she is for now. Then a nod to Marcel. "Thank you." Once George has said his piece, she motions to Vicky, stepping back to give her room to come to her mate.

George also moves clear to give Lydia and Vicky their space.

Jake glances at Journey and Billy once the fighting has stopped then looks back to George as the man speaks. Still, no hint of any emotion. The man is totally stoic.

Healing handled, Bastion takes a breath and steps back to the side to rejoin is packmate. There's really no joy in this moment for him. Though George's words to untangle a bit of tension in his shoulders. Once at Percy's side, he sighs and shakes his head. "I'm going to need to meditate after that." He mutters. Young homid not so great with the having a lot of Gnosis available to him, thing.

Marcel inclines his head respectfully to Alecto. "It was an honor, rhya." he states genuinely.

"As ranking Philodox, I declare this challenge to be at its end, with Mocks-the-Darkness as the clear victor." Alecto takes another step back and then lets out a breath. Huuuuuuuff. All the tension.

Myrina's Vengeance winces but doesnt shy away from Alecto's touch though there isnt much to be done. She keeps her head high as she goes to rejoin her wife and go back home to care for her wounds.

When Bastion touches her shoulder and moves away, Percy straightens and blinks a few times to readjust her vision. It's not a pretty sight any time Garou go head-to-head and no one would expect otherwise, but it's the sound of George's voice that pulls her attention in any specific direction. She nods once, made a bit less uncomfortable by the clarification. Still, her alpha is her first priority and when he returns to her side she weasels up under one arm, settling it about her shoulders. "C'mon then, Asklepios. Let's go find you an outlet somewhere, yeah?"

Vicky stays where she is and waits for Lydia to return to her. When close enough taking her mate's hand "Let's go home. I am still very proud of you." giving a bow of her head to Alecto "Thank you for giving her a hand over here." taking Lydia away from here and back to their home.

George stops over by his messenger bag and fishes out a canteen before heading over to Sebastien and holds it out "Spirit Brew, should make you feel a bit less drained." Then he glances over to Percy "We cool?"

Alecto nods to Vicky. "Get her home, Vicky. If you need assistance in any way until she's healed, the Sept is at your disposal." No judgement. Things are settled and now dealt with. Alecto takes another deep breath and eyes Dex. "You have everything?" Journey turns from the Challenge floor, moving to one of the stone seats, and sits, looking thoughtful as he considers the area, watching the others, considering for the moment, silent as for his Tribes name.

Bastion is more than happy to go off with his packmate and find a quiet place to just forget things for a minute and reconnect. But George's approach makes him stop. He blinks, and then nods, taking the canteen. "Thank you, Mocks-the-Dark-rhya." He says, and then drinks. That's always helpful. Passing it back, he then falls quiet and lets Percy answer for herself.

Marcel glances about, and finally reaching back in his pocket to pull out his flask. He moves to sit down, takes a long drink. He murmurs " I have soo far to go." rhetorically.

George's approach has Percy tensing - you see some /shit/ from Garou fresh off a fight when you grew up in a sept, makes it hard to know what to expect sometimes. But when it's a Spirit Brew he extends, all of it leaves her in a rush and she offers a small but genuinely grateful smile. "Thank you, Rhya." Kindness toward her packmate is one of the quicker ways to Percy's heart. "And... yes. Matters became clearer as events unfolded. I don't pretend to understand all of it, but we're cool." It's an affirmation that probably sounds weird bordering on ridiculous coming from her posh English lilt, but you know, she's doing her best.

Marcel glances and watches the exchange between the new people and the elder. Marcel get's up and takes another big swig before he starts heading out as he twists on the cap of his flask.

Dex looks back up to Alecto when she speaks to him and he nods his head a couple times, "I do. Quite a bit of interesting information I think I've pulled together." He says his hand coming up to rub the side of his jaw, "Confirmed what I was sketchy on and thankfully Gaia willed the outcome as she did. Though I think there is still a bit of confusion in the air that people are latching onto. I'm sure we'll get it all worked out in the end."

Alecto nods to DEx, giving him a smile. "If there are further questions, please ask them at your leisure. THEN she turns to George and moves over, laying a hand on his shoulder. "As we have no den parent, George. Please appoint one at your leisure." And then, she's heading out, shifting back to her lupus form and trotting out of the caern

Dex taps his pencil against the notepad a couple times before pushing up to his feet and stretching out a bit with a few soft pops coming from his back. "Ahhhhh." He looks around for a moment making sure everything has cooled off. Once that is done he sticks his pad back into his bag, brushes off the seat of his pants and starts to make his way out as well.

George nods at Percy and Sebastien, seeming rather mellow all things considered "Alright then. There was a lot of history going into this moment and I just wanted to be sure we weren't giving you a bad impression." He turns to add to a runner "Someone go see if Lucky-Bastard of the Children of Gaia, is in the caern today?" The he comments to the others "His mate runs the kinfolk house and handles the Septs early childhood education needs. Might be good to keep it in the family."

Journey watches George for a moment and rises as George speaks, nodding slightly and looks to his Pack, then around. Hmm, no Andy.

Bastion shrugs. "Neither of us are Philodox, it is not our place to judge you." He says and shakes his head. "I cannot say I understand, but my tribe has always been more lenient on such things than others." He shifts his weight, and then watches the Elder ask after a member of his Tribe. "Had he mind for the position before?"

George stands talking with the new people as the others mill about and gives Sebastien a little headshake "Andy's only Adren so its a little early for seeking an office but not entirely out of bounds. And there's the fact that he's of your tribe and a ragabash he's /got/ to have a more solid control of his Rage than hers. Plus I'm sure I can count on him not to be slutshaming my kinfolk."

Andy is running late. Holy shit. Wives, kids, fell in a hole. He did manage to clamber his way through the cave without so much as a speck of dirt, though. THen he walked into a spider web and as he comes into the Amp, he's ninja chopping the air and trying to pull invisible spider silk strands off his face. He tucks himself quietly into the crowd next to Dex to wait for the .. why are people LEAVING? And why ... "Wait.. what?"

"All valid concerns." Sebastien answers with a small nod. "Adren is early, here? Most of the Sept Alphas I've known have been Adren or Athro. That is definitely a change." But hey, what does he know? He's from France anyway. Everything there is backward, or something.

Journey looks over as Andy comes in, smirking slightly as he's attacked by a spiderweb and just now starts to walk into his fate of dealing with young. He sits back down to watch, looking more amused.

Dex looks to Andy and his eyes flick over him for a moment while he ninja chops the air. "You alright there, buddy?" He asks him before he lowers his voice to offer a few quiet words back toward the man beside him. His hand rubs the side of his jaw before looking back over toward the others and he offers, "I think George wanted to have a word with you as well." He says with a grin.

Marcel wanders back after having to take off for a leak or something.

Simon Jones slips in quietly and observes the goings on. Spotting Jake, Journey and Billy he moves to stand near Jake to watch what is going on.

Furio comes making his way in near Simon, having noticed the lack of folks in the usual spot and following the sounds to the Amphitheater. He makes his way over towards Jake as well. "Hey, paisano, how you doin'?" he asks softly, so as not to interrupt the proceedings.

Billy has been doing a fantastic impression of a wolf statue this whole time, barring points where he had to shield his eyes, and breaks his personal stillness to look up at Simon when he wanders in and give him an ear twitch of a hello.

Journey looks over as the others come in. People are around the area, though interestingly there is blood spilled in the center of the open area. Journey himself is on a seat, watching the others in the area, taking in the conversation, looking to Simon and Furio, nodding to both before looking back to Andy, then George. Silent Strider is Silent.

Jake is, of course, sitting with Journey and Billy but nods a greeting to Simon and Fury as they enter and approach. He's wearing sunglasses so it's hard to gauge his expression or mood. He does clap Furio on the shoulder though and motions for him and Simon to sit with his group. Apparently there is some important 'stuff' going on right now and his attention goes back to George.

George grins and beckons Andy over to where he chats with Sebastien and Percy as he comments to Sebastien "We have a fairly healthy population of the higher ranks, nine Elders, here so it tends to hedge out folks before Athro or Elder from official. Barring extenuating circumstances of course."

Andy plucks at his face a few times, then wipes it with a hand, nodding to Dex. "Someone said that, yeah." He sits up a little straighter, running his tongue over his teeth to make sure nothing's stuck in there. Then he glances up at George, first trying to gauge mood and intent. He isn't HIDING. He's just not jumping up and waving his hands around in the air like a fool for George to see him. He only does THAT at home, and usually when he's by himself and dancing in front of a mirror when Lucie isn't home and it usually involves dabbing and we just don't talk about that. When George beckons, he looks at Dex, then takes a breath and moves in that direction. "Elder," he says, maybe a LITTLE wary, not sure if he's in trouble or.. otherwise.

Furio blinks a bit at the sight of blood on the floor. "Madon," he says as he settles himself down by Jake. "What's happened? Was there an accident? Is everything okay?" He rests his elbows on his knees, leaning forward as he looks around. Not having ready access to his tech is suddenly making the big guy feel skittish again, although possibly for different reasons now. "I'm not interruptin' anything important, am I?" he asks Jake quietly.

Sebastien nods, shifting his weight again and watching as Andy approaches. "That is fair enough. I am not used to seeing so many Elders in one place." He says, and then quiets as the higher ranking Garou inevitably have things to speak about.

Simon Jones rests a hand on Jakes shoulder, as he notices the shades. Its Billy who has his attention though, he reaches down and scritches Billy behind the ear, and whispers, "You still owe me a movie night." with that whispered he removes hsi hand from Jakes shoulder and kneels down next to Billy, offering a nod of greeting to Journey then Furio.

"You're not interrupting anything at all," Jake tells Furio quietly. "Lydia challenged George-Rhya who won. It was all over rather quickly. George-Rhya is just tying up a few loose ends now." Jake seems to notice Furio's skittishness and smiles reassuringly. "Don't worry. You're totally safe here with us, buddy." The Ahroun then smiles at Simon. "Good to see you."

Billy leeeeeeeens into the scritching and completely loses whatever dignity he was pretending to have. His stately wolf pose dissolves into a lop sided, floppy legged puppy type sitting position, ears all splayed out and tongue lolling. Yep, there's Billy.

Journey looks over to the others and smiles a little just sitting there, waiting to see this for the timebeing and keeps quiet, taking in the interaction.

Marcel reaches in his pocket and pulls out his flask, watching...listening.....learning.

Simon Jones grins at Billy, and scritches behind his ear a little more. "Good to see you too." He whispers, as much to Billy as it is to Jake. He offers a nod of reassurance to Furio, as if to reinforce what Jake said to the man.

Billy continues to leeeeeeean until he pretty much has all his weight against Simon, and then sort of bonelessly oozes halfway across his lap. Flop. Oh hey, there's Furio. He woofs a hello at the kinmage.

Dex nods back to Andy when he speaks up though he follows along after him, trailing a few paces behind but not too far off. He seems to just be hanging around so that Andy has everything handled. He hooks his thumb into the strap of his bag while he listens to the rest of the conversation milling about as he continues to soak up more of what is going on.

Furio ohs softly at Jake, looking over at George. "Was it a rank challenge?" he asks softly. "Or did she have somethin' else she was wantin' to do?" He keeps his tone hushed, just in case tempers might still be running hot. This close to the full moon, he knows better than to do anything that might provoke anyone.

George looks down at his side where he got a chunk torn out of him while in crinos so now he's bleeding through his shirt. He places a hand over the wound and concentrates for a moment before sighing with relief. Then he grins at Andy "So. We need a new den parent and looks like you're it. Unless you have an objection?"

Journey watches George healing up and lay the news onto Andy, looking over to see what the man says about being made Den Father.

"It was...something else," Jake whispers to Furio. "I'll fill you in on that later." Once George starts talking to Andy he sits up straighter, looking interested in the exchange for some reason. Yes, like Journey he's waiting to see what Andy has to say.

Simon Jones is now sitting thanks to Billy flopping on him. He chuckles quietly. Hearing George speak gets his attention. Oh hey look there is Andy, and George is speaking to him. That is big news, how is Andy going to react to it.

Objection? Andy didn't even have time to formulate a look of surprise. Andy just sort of stares at George and one can almost see the blue screen of death in his eyes. He may need a reboot. After waht might be an eternity, or maybe just three or four seconds, Andy nods, just once, dropping his gaze ever so slightly toward the ground. "I would be honored, Mocks-the-Dark-rhya. Lucky Bastard is at the service of the sept." Once this is said, however, he goes back to just looking confused.

Marcel nods his head as he watches and listens. He is quiet and at a respectful distance from the elders such

Antoine wanders in, hands in his pockets. He's still learning the place, so his steps are cautious - making sure he's not about to tread somewhere he shouldn't. Seeing all the people around, he pauses, moving off to the side to watch the on going situation.

Furio looks up at George as the elder Strider lays on hands. His eyes get wide as the Gift tingles his metaphysical awareness. "-Damn-," he mutters softly. "He makes it look -easy-." He shakes his head with a rueful chuckle. When Andy gets made Den Father, he looks over at Gaia's Child. "Hey, An-dee-! Way to go, paisan!" he calls with a big smile.

Journey smiles a little as Andy becomes the new Den Father, and nods, smiling to the Coggie and looks to Billy, smirking lightly before looking back to the Elder and new appointee.

And then all of a sudden Billy's up, alert, rolling off Simon's lap with no regard to his elbows or the poor man's berries as he drops to his paws and trots off towards George and Andy, totes abandoning his crew for a second. Getting over there, he sits down near Andy and puts a paw on the man's foot for attention. >>I would like to assist the Den Father please and thank you.>> he arowrowrow's at the Coggy, <<Like um. Den Uncle. The lesser, non authoritarian teacher person that sneaks people ice cream while teaching.>>

Simon Jones oofs and watches as Billy moves to where Andy is. He nods approvingly though at Billy's request. The elbow takes a bump, but everything else seems to be untuouched thankfully.

As Andy gains his new appointment, Sebastien bows his head to his tribemate. "Congratulations, rhya." He says simply, before falling quiet again and watching the movements of those around.

Marcel sits patiently drinking and watching and letting his betters hash shit out.

Journey watches Billy move forward to offer his assistance, and smiles, nodding slightly.

Furio leans forward, peering at Billy. "That Billy?" he asks, studying the other Glass Walker's lupus. "I still have a hard time pickin' out you's guys' lupus forms." He looks back up at Jake. "One of these days, I'll learn how to understand Garou," he says.

George nods at Andy and grins "Then Congratulations, you're it. You and your mate get to be the sept education experts." Then he grins at Billy "That's up to Andy but I think its a good idea."

Andy looks down as there comes a paw on his foot and that seems to center him. He nods to Billy and offers a paw--er... hand.. for a low five. And then a scritch on the head. "I'm going to need all the help I can get. I'd be glad to have you helping me out. Philodox is always good when paired with a Ragabash." He nods slightly to Sebastien. "Thanks." Then it all seems to sink in and one side of his mouth quirks up into a grin.. possibly a hysterical one.

Marcel glances and get's up and approaches Andy. "Congrats on your appointment. I am not sure if Nascha begun or completed a task I asked of her, but as such it falls under your realm of responsibility I believe."

Journey chuckles as Billy gets accepted as a Sept educator and nods, looking rather proud of his Packmate, then looks to Marcel.

Antoine watches, eyes on the one they are calling Andy. He leans against a tree near the outer edge, watching quietly.

Dex grins and he claps a hand onto Andy's shoulder, "There you go. I want to be there when the shock wears off though." He offers the thought back to him with a low chuckle. "I think you'll be a good fit for the position at least. Open and welcoming to the new folks." He says with a smile.

Andy nods to Marcel, offering a handshake rather than a long-ass introduction. "Teaching the kin to understand Lupus. She's pulling together some footage, rather than making demands of the wolves. As I understand, it's going to be a little bit, but she's working on it. She's going to use the kinfolk house. Put up a big sheet on the side of it and translate Dances with Wolves, to start." This doesn't seem to be a joke. He looks down to Billy. "I guess, me and you need to get together soon. Beer at my place soon?" He snorts at Dex. "I'm going to go home after this and curl up in a ball and hope I don't piss myself. "

Billy gives Andy a high 4 and then leans with the scritching to just up and fall over on both his feet. Guess you're stuck where you're at for a while, bro! 'Looking Cool' is not likely to ever make it in to the teaching thing, where he's concerned. <<Beer is the best! I'll bring the bacon!>> Okay okay, Andy can go if he wants to, Billy gets up now that Andy's shoes are properly scented all over and trots back to his pack mates.

Marcel bobs his head and takes the man's hand giving it a firm shake. "Good. I haven't checked with her on that project in a week or so. Don't need the Red Talons getting reasons to rip apart a kin because they don't know any better. Then never mind, you already know."

Simon Jones stands up, "Andy, if you need help to try and teach the kin, to understand lupine, I am willing to help." He offes to the new Den Daddy.

At this point, the whole of Sebastien's input has been given. So there are respectful nods and soft repetitions of "Rhya." And then he's turning to head off. There is a very comfortable bed waiting for him not here. Percy gets a pat on her shoulder than means she can stay, or follow along with him, as she pleases.

Percy's had about all of the new information she wants for one afternoon, so when Bastion makes ready to leave, she nods and turns with him. Those gathered get a silent, waving farewell - and Andy a smile of congratulations - but she's on her alpha's heels without a second thought.

Andy grins down at Billy and nods. "Beer and bacon. Maybe this won't be so bad." There's that oddly crooked smile again, still a little confused by the sudden turn of events. He nods to Marcel. "Yeah, that'd be bad. If there's someone who needs to get a jump on things, just send them directly to her." He takes a breath and lets it out sloooooooowly then nods to Simon. "That's going to be Nascha's project, so get with her as soon as you can. She's.." He closes his eyes to think. "Uktena kin. Lives in a tree, about half a mile.." He turns in a slow circle when Billy gets off his feet and points. "..straight that way. She has a spirit rock dude." He takes a breath and lifts his voice a little bit. "Unofficially, if anyone needs me, I'm heading home to regroup and inform my mate of this news and take a moment to adjust."

Antoine smirks, figuring out what must have happened. He nods to Andy, Percy and Sebastien as they depart - still leaning against the tree.

Dex chuckles at the words from Andy before he offers back to him, "Well that sounds like a fair and valid course of action for the next step in things." He tells him with a chuckle his head nodding in turn at the thought of it. He does give Andy a little bit of space to process all of it and think it through.

Journey nods, smiling to Andy, knowing he's going to talk to the man later about things, looking over to the others as they head out and gives Andy a little thumbs up. "Congratulations."

Marcel bobs his head and steps back, giving those he knows a respectful nod of his head, slightly at an angle to expose his throat and a single "Rhyas." He turns to leave and spots Antoine "You look a bit lost. Need to make introductions?"

Simon Jones nods at Andy, "Thank you. I will try to get in touch with her.'

Antoine pauses as he's addressed by Marcel. "Evening. I was here a couple nights ago..." The man explains. "Antoine Domnin, rited Whispered Hymn. Cliath Galliard of the Silver Fangs." He offers over.

Tabia slips into the group late, apparently as at least some of the others are leaving. She stays quiet at first as she figures out the reason for so many Garou to have gathered.

Sandra manages to poke her head back in once things appear to be ramping down, apparently curious enough about the goings-on (or restless enough) that the assembly is afforded another once-over. Simon and Tabia get a quick nod, followed by Jake and Journey, though the Fenrir has that 'just passing through' vibe to her again. Antoine, of course, gets a notable look, if only thanks to the fact that the poor fellow stands out. A lot.

Marcel motions the Silver fang over. "I'm Marcel Hugh, rited Fire's-Breath, born on two logs under the hidden moon to the Fianna tribe, like you, a Cliath. You picked a good time to make an appearance. I believe a majority of the eldest amongst us are present. Though you have missed a challenge that was handled rather quick and definitively. Anyways, Welcome." he says softly and offers the new guy a friendly smile.

The big man gives a nod to Marcel. "I have met Shaderunner-Rhya and Mocks-the-Dark-Rhya." Antoine mentioned. "A few others, such as Keres-Rhya as well." The friendly smile is returned. "Glad to be here. Seems to be a pretty solid place."

Marcel bobs his head in response, "I am unaware of anyother of your tribe here. I'm sure the others probably know more than I do. i'm relatively new........ish myself. What are you into?" he asks nonchalantly.

George isn't moving like he's injured but there's blood on his shirt "That's all taken care of, I'm going to go eat something made of protien and find somewhere for a nap I think."

Antoine shrugs. "This is the second caern I've been at with none of my Tribe." He doesn't seem too broken up about it, at least. "Me? Songs, telling stories, making sure word gets out when things are done, good or bad." He chuckles. "Trying to live up to the Galliard responsibilities."

Journey looks over to George and nods, See you later, George." He says, taking in the rest of the crowd and nodding to the immense Fang over there and smiles as things seem to be winding down, rising again and looking to Simon, "You feel ready to go do that thing?"

Marcel nods his head " That I figured. I was meaning for work or interested in besides your function so maybe I can be of some help to you. This is a large sept with quite a few holdings and influence." he says easily. "sorta paying it forward for the reception I was lucky enough to have." he explains politely.

Tabia offers George a wave. "Catch you later, boss." Sandra gets a nod in return. To Antoine, she notes, "Plenty of opportunities t'do all that here. It's a big sept, so gettin' word out t'everyone can take some doin'."

Simon Jones nods at Journey and stands, "We can do that if you have the time, Journey. There is no rush on it though, just one of the things I'd like to accomplish in the near future."

Billy barks a farewell to George, and then raises a paw up in greeting to Antoine, <<Hello! I am Billy Bojangles, Very Good Boy of the Glasswalker tribe, Fostern Philodox born on four legs and omega of the Zephyr's Hand pack. Welcome!>> He don't seem to mind being the little guy on the pack totem pole by any means.

Furio looks up at Antoine. A fellow bearded man. He gives Jake a clap on the shoulder and lumbers over. He clasps his hands behind his back and keeps his eyes carefully on Antoine's chin. Never -quite- making eye contact. "Don't believe we've met," he says, offering a hand. "Furio Cabrini, but folks call me Fury. I'm Kin to the Glass Walker tribe, an' one of the Kinmagi 'round here. How you doin'?"

Dex offers a wave to those he doesn't know and chimes out, "Dexter Quinn, righted Soul-Man, Adren Galliard of the Bone Gnawer Tribe." He says giving his introduction before starting to make his way toward the edge of the crowd and make his way off. "I need to get going but swing by the Olympian sometime. Best burgers in town." He assures them before starting to head off.

Andy takes a deep breath and lets Marcel take care of intros with new people. "Hey, that's.. this is great. New people, meet and greet, point them my way if I don't get to them first, alright? That's cool." He claps Marcel on the back and sneaks out. Intros later. He's delegated a couple of responsibilities! Well on his way to middle management! He sneaks out with Dex

Jake grins widely as Billy returns and claps him on the back. "Congrats, brother. That's great. You're going to make a great assistant." He sounds truly pleased for his pack mate. Jake then turns to say something else to Journey when he spots the large stranger enter and...seems to freeze and tense up for a moment. He takes off his mirrored shades, revealing his full-moon amber-silver hued eyes, to get a better look and...finally relaxes when he hears the man's voice. Nope, it's not who he thought it was. Jake nods to him after Billy delivers his intro and nods a polite greeting. "We haven't met either. I'm Jake Miller, Ahroun Athro of the Shadow Lords, rited Defiant-Storm, born on two legs and packed with Zephyr's Hand. Welcome to Prospect."

Andy threw in his intro in there somewhere. Coggie. Adren. Lucky Bastard. Den Father apparently.

Well then! A lot of people! Antoine blushes just a bit at the misunderstanding. "Er, yeah. Sorry. Musician, really. I suppose I could do dishwashing, if I need to." A smirk. Billy is offered a wave. "Nice to meet you." Another nod to Tabia, then to Furio. "I hope to get my feet wet in this Sept." The big man admits. Furio's hand is shaken, firm and friendly. "Pleased to meet you." To Dex and Jake. "Pleased to meet you both, Defiant-Storm-Rhya and Soul-Man-Rhya." Yep, even to the Bone Gnawer. "Antoine Domnin, rited Whispered Hymn. Cliath Galliard of the Silver Fangs."