2014.10.10: JulietteVBjorn

Juliette nods "True. We had some vampire attacks on kin and looked at various solutions. Unfortunately the kin that was attacked the most pouted and refused to be helped because it would inconvenience her."

Trekome raises a brow when his tribe is mentioned. "I missed the first part of this conversation... what about Corporate Wolves turned Wyrm now?" He sets his daypack down and moves his rifle behind him.

Trekome can't help but do a slow Picard facepalm when Juliette mentions a particular pouty kin. "And, oddly, she managed to avoid having a kill order set out on her... though her business was burned down for the trouble she caused with that crap."

Danube frowns deeply at Verona's words then nods as that is the way of it often. "Sad.." Then, as her words not entirely heard out, could be mistaken as speaking ill of a tribe, shakes her head and respeaks to Trekome. "Speaking of Vampires. That a kind of them are savage monsters while another kind are very differant and more a reflection of how Corporate Wolves structure and behave, if again, a somewhat Wyrm version." She lifts a brow at the rest. "That sounds like a story."

Juliette grins at Trekome "Color me surprised. Well, semi-surprised. She must have really pissed off Cross for that to have been allowed." she shrugs and smiles at Danube "Not a story I'm a part of so I can't relate it. I don't deal with the city unless I'm called on. Then I wreck people, kill shit and leave because I bring the party with me." Bjorn has arrived.

Trekome snorts at Jules and shakes his head. "Father Cross stopped coming to the shop since she wouldn't even listen to him. That's pretty damn bad when you ignore the Nation and one of the most powerful will workers in the city. Hell, even Eloise was getting annoyed, or at least it seemed that she was." He shrugs to Danube, "Sweet woman, horrible kin. I worked security at the shop she owned before becoming a Sheriff's Deputy, and dealt with idiots nearly rending the veil, wraiths making walls bleed, vampires and technocrats setting up tents and camping out waiting for something to happen... Should've burned the place down myself, truth be told. I'm kinda embaressed I didn't."

The trio are standing near the fire, just chit chatting. Nothing overly special going on, just smalltalk.

Danube is relaxedly standing as noted with the others, enjoying the chat. Ok Juliette's words cause her to huff a laugh. "We had an older wolf back home that you sound like. Rarely came out but when she did things became a small disaster zone. Effective if not something to be wished for all the time." Then Trekome goes through all of that which while all put together, actually tells the story pretty well. She grins and shakes her head. "Sounds like quite the build up there." Juliette laughs "Currently I'm reorganizing my pack to be under a more appropriate totem and group. Myself and Steinar, to begin with, will be bringing Twister's wisdom to the land here. I'm sure it will be quite exciting."

"Did the garou help their kin?" Bjorn's voice is heard as he approaches. "Her place was attracting attention and it was burned down but did you help her get her things out? Help her start over?" He asks curiously, his tone slow, as if not used to speaking english.

Trekome chuckles a little when Jules mentions reorganizing under a new totem. "Verona is kinda on the opposite end of the spectrum I operate on. She's a sledgehammer and battle ax, I prefer to be more of a scalpel if possible. The job gets done; it's just a matter of how you want it done. It does get fun to just go in and raze everything though... it's just not always an option in the city." He looks over at Bjorn and shrugs, "She refused help from us, much like she refused help, advice, and flat out orders before. We offered to build another store for her to run with tighter security, but she declined."

Juliette poins at Trekome agreeing with him "Exactly. You can't help someone that doesn't want to be helped. And considering the situation she's more lucky that this sept is more lenient. Other places she'd be returned to the cycle as just another soul for the recycling bin." she grins at Trekome's assesement "He's correct on that. I don't bother with subtlety or stealth. My path is glorious combat in which my enemies know that I and my companions are coming and their doom is clear and inescapable."

Danube lifts a brow when hearing about the remade pack and grins at the totem, knowing and liking Twister quite well. Amused by what she considers it's playfully destructive way of giving wisdom. "A very good totem that, destroyer, creator, warrior, wisdom grantor.. So you are one that admires the pre-madness Destroyer Wyrm? And I clarify for any half-listening who might be stupid, that is not to say the Coruptor Wyrm, which is our most hated enemy." She has to add that last part because sometimes someone will misunderstand and OMG what a thing to have a misunderstanding over.. She then nods and greets with a wave Bjorn, turning to make the triangle of conversation a circle. Then nodding to Trekome. "Both are needed in their time and places, a balance of destruction in a way. Where one might be less effective, the other often will prevail or surprize. Glory and Wisdom to both Totems." As to the kin in question she nods. "Bacl home, such is not 'advice, and such a kinfolk would be living in the castle to be kept an eye on so she might not fall to the Wyrm as sounds likely.... On the first happening."

Bjorn looks to Juliette and bows his head. "Bjorn. Homid Gurahl, River keeper." He says as he then looks to Juliette as she says other places are not as lenient. "Killing is never the right thing to do, little sister. It is something that has to be done for the greater good, but never right." He says to her calmly. He then looks to Danube then to Trekome. "Help is never wasted, even when it is not wanted."

Trekome shakes his head to Bjorn, "I can't say that I agree with that. Not everything deserves to live, and many things and people are more of a danger alive than if they were simply ended. When someone turns to killing, raping, and destroying for the hell of it without regard for anyone or anything else it should be killed. Not everything or everyone can be saved. The difficult part for some is not enjoying ending such things to the point where they become the thing they're trying to fight."

Juliette snorts and rolls her eyes. "Yeah, well and that's why you guys lost every War of Rage you were involved in." she laughs and nods to Trekome "I like to think violence should be the last resort. Because if there is any problem afterwards, you didn't resort to enough of it. Besides, blood makes the grass grow green and we are warriors. Gaia made us to be very effective killers and I wouldn't want to disrespect Gaia in being bad at our task."

Danube smirks at Bjorn and then just slowly shrugs. "On that first part we will have to agree to disagree, never going to see eye to eye as that is my favorite solution for any not directly Of Gaia... That are being a threat or direct problem. Not indiscriminate or mass killing though, I have no taste for that. But killing an enemy and consuming the spirit means never having to fight them twice." As to the help part, she gives no response. She agrees about where Trekome draws the line with who needs killing, and any others that she draws the line around, she keeps silent about. There is this reputation about Shadow Lords and rivals, though most Garou do such far too often really. She then nods to Juliette in agreement but then adds. "Though an easy way to fall to the Wyrm's corruption is giving into that rage or love for war, too much. A fine line of self control that is the most important battle of all perhaps."

Bjorn looks to Juliette. "You seem proud to be an author to genocide." Bjorn says with a sigh. "But you make me pity you little sister." He says calmly. He then turns to Trekome. "As I said, sometimes for the greater good killing must be done. If you truely believe some things cannot be saved, then I am sorry."

Trekome shrugs to Bjorn, "Sociopaths and those who have given themselves completely to the Wyrm don't give many options. It's more a matter of how to best dispose of them and make sure that their taint doesn't spread. It's nothing personal, just business." How... casual.

Juliette says, “I'm a proud keeper of history. I am a war bringer, battle caller and dirge singer. My duty is to remind the warriors of Gaia that they kill in holy service. That the bloodshed we cause is a prayer and an offering to our Totems, to Luna and to Gaia." She snorts in derision "Don't pitty me and don't call me little sister. You Fera are nothing but whiny troublemakers that roll in here, sigh, pout, cry and try to make us feel bad for something that our Ancestors may have done. Not all Garou participated in the War of Rage and yet we still all get lip over it. So in the future, mind your place as our guest here. This is a Caern to Bear. So that will give you some lenience. Some. Do not stretch it too far as I am not known for my patience or tolerance.”

Danube tilts her head, lips parting and then closing. Nooot going to get into the War of Rage discussion, just pretending that is not happening. No honor to be gained for her there, only down sides as far as she can see. "Some are taken by tragedy, others enjoy it and give themselves over for the love of inflicting onto others." Agreeing with Trekome. "They spread the Wyrm's Corruption and must be destroyed to stop the spread. Battle the Wyrm wherever it lives and breeds. At the same time, helping the poor and protecting the innocent as this Sherif's Department Officer does, gives people more hope which prevents the spread of emotional misery which slows the growth of Banes, and is another more positive kind of Battle, one that normally our kinfolk do so very honorably." Yep not getting into the other topic one bit.

"They were someone's son, father, brother, mother or sister. Are you telling me that you would not care if someone close to you was killed because they were believed to be tainted or monsterous? You would not try and find a way to save them?" Bjorn asks curiously. He then looks to Juliette. "Do not mistake my unwillingness to kill to being unable to fight if pushed. Someday, someone will get tired of you bullying them." He says calmly. "I will leave, before things come to blows." He says with a nod of his head.

Mikhail has arrived.

Trekome looks at Bjorn squarely, eyes expressionless. "I've already had one of my tribe fall to the Wyrm, and was constantly causing issues. Veil breaches, angering spirits to war, and getting kin hurt. I had no issue putting him down when he showed he was beyond redemption. Not everything can be solved with words, patience, peace, and happy fuzzy thoughts, which is unfortunate, but the reality we live in."

Juliette says, “Yes, someday someone will face my violence with violence. And I'll still be right. It's one of the benefits of being right. Someone that doesn't want you to be right doesn't change that you're right." she shrugs and nods to Trekome "We have ways of telling if someone has been touched by the Wyrm. We have ways of removing that touch unless it has settled deep and become fully part of them. If one of my family was shown to be tainted and uncleansable. I would with tears in my eyes cut their throat and perform the rites to lay them to rest returning them to Gaia. Because I don't have to like my duties. I just have to perform them.”

Mikhail seems to have walked into something serious.. He pauses in his approach and looks around, seeing Juliette and decides to check to make sure no ones bearing arms at the moment.

Juliette does in seem to be leaning on a guitar case. She's casually chatting. Most people are in fact armed. But no one is brandishing.

"You are not right. You are acting very dishonorably and unwise and wrong." Bjorn says to Juliette. "I do not blame you for your ancestors, I blame you for your behavior now. To say nothing and let you continue would be a worse dishonor, then to confront you." He says to the woman as he keeps his gaze on her. Mikhail is not armed.. well.. he has arms.. Big ones in fact, but no weapons visible on him as he sidles closer to Trekome, nodding to Bjorn and Juliette, "Who eez ze new vone?" he asks, nodding to the one Juliette is talking too.. If it's a dog, who cares, if it's fera... sigh...

Yuri has arrived.

Danube tilts her head at the family argument. "First, tainted is a non-word in a way. Tainted as in I stepped in sewer water crossing the street and my boot has slightly toxic oil? Taint as in I have slashed a Formori and it's blood has sprayed me? Tainted as if one has walked the Spiral willingly in madness to make war on Gaia and all their formor allies? THese are not nearly the same things. The closest to me is my Lord who raised me, next mother, next my old pack, and distantly father and litter-mates. If any of them /fell to the Wyrm/, I would do my best to kill them as soon as is possible, cleanse them, and see if one with the correct rituals might see their spirit to some redemption. As I would want done for me." She pauses here and grins. "THough I admire you this Bjorn, you speak with all three of us in debate. That would drive me to anger quickly." THough with the last words from the bear to Juliette, she steps back as if to form a circle.. Because done to her, that is a CHallenge or violence on the spot. A nod to Mikhail but now she is distracted with what she seems sure is about to turn ugly.

Trekome raises a brow at Juliette and Bjorn alike, then just shakes his head. "No one is ever correct each and every time; unless they're God. The jury is still out on His existence." He looks at Bjorn, "You may want to clarify your position a bit more, because that could be considered as a challenge by some." He folds his arms across his chest and steps back to let the two handle it.

Juliette says, “Really? Dishonorably? Because you don't like my words. How then, oh spirit of honor am I acting dishonorably? As I seem to be speaking with most terrible but truthful candor? Unwise? In what way am I acting unwise? Please. Inform the group of your massive understanding of our ways, duty and our Litany of child of Bear." she straightens popping her neck and something inside the guitar case starts to rattle. "I am willing to hear you out. Tell me in what way I'm being unwise and dishonorable in my honesty and clarity.”

Danube nods some as people are still talking and that is a good thing. She closes her eyes for a moment then speaks. "I would advise Bjorn, that your words were hasty, and speaking ill directly of someone's renown is taken very serious. That Conversation and questions being put forth rather than Challenge taken and accepted or violence, be something you take, with a breath, as an offering of moderation and return in kind. This Sept is open to Fera in peace and this would be a good opertunity to share in such. All the other words were indirect untill those speaking of someone's honor or wisdom, head this advice please." She then softly introduces herself to Mikhail.

"You claim Fera are nothing but whiny troublemakers, whining and pouting over something your ancestors did, not you, yet you revel and enjoy telling of how your ancestors won and slaughtered many. I have seen battles you seem so proud of telling, done for nothing more then the fact they simply wanted to exert their dominance." Bjorn says before turning Trekome. "You claim when someone kills for the heck of it, they are beyond saving. I do not believe that, because I believe your people can be redeemed." He says to the man. "My words are not a challenge, but merely what I find at fault with your views." He says finally to Juliette. "We will not agree, but I will still help you, because it is my purpose." He says calmly as he turns to leave.

Of course.. it had to be a bear.. Mikhail frowns but responds briefly and quietly to Danube before sighing. Then, he straightens his back to his full height and moves around the 'chatty' pair, standing still at a distance but equidistant from both. Listening to Bjorn, he looks at Juliette, "He speaks drue, yur vords are oftyen offyenseeve.." he tells her, "And zhose zhat valk ze spiral KEN be redeemed, but only eef zhey repyent.. eef zey do note repyent, zey die..."

Trekome nods to Mikhail as he joins the group. "A newcomer, a bear. He's been asleep for some time, and has just woken up." He looks at Bjorn again, "Not everyone can be saved. Some are redeemable, but many others aren't. I let those who can judge better than I deterine that if I can, but otherwise, it's my duty to snuff out the Wyrm where I find it. I don't have the luxery of trying to save every single person I encounter, especially when I'm in the middle of a fight to the death with many."

Yuri wanders in as Trekome speaks, "Did someone say something about judging?" He smiles a bit and heads toward his usual rock, sitting down and looking to the others.

Corrigan has arrived.

Danube nods to the soft spoken words and steps aside for Mikhail's moving in and Bjorn's moving out. Well, she nods to Bjorn's much more moderated words than could have been, smiling a little as the huge guy still makes his point but with no more direct poking of honor. Yay. Ohh but then Mikhail says something that just sets her off. "And just how long do we let a Spiral go around creating Formori, misery, slaying Gaians, destroying parts of our mother, to have a chance to do that repenting? What if one year is not enough and just one more month after we killed him, he would have repented. Granted the week after we killed him, he would have dragged his fourth cub down to forcibly walk the spiral but oh well, he would still have been redeemable. What if not another month but another year, what if twelve more years? How long do we let each and every Wyrm rampage their hearts out while hoping that they get it out of their systems?" Ohhhh yeah hit a nerve there! "Should I not kill the one dragging you'r limp body to their Hive because he might repent some day?"

Typhanie comes tromping into the caern, baby toted in on her back in a pack thingy. "Bjorn," she calls out a little breathlessly. "You probably shouldn't be here." She hears Trekome's words and SIGHS. "And you shouldn't be telling EVERYONE what you are. Your Sorna will kick your ass clear up and down the length of the forest." She pauses to let Danube rant, then nods. "No redemption for the Wyrm. Kill them where they stand. Fuck them all." Willow, on Typhanie's back, pipes up, adorably, FUCK!"

In the Shadowlands, Corrigan is just a quiet, curious bystander as he prepares to soak up all the sweet, juicy pathos that he can whenever emotions flare between two or more individuals hereat assembled.

Fidelia arrives with her large easel in tow, lugging the wheeled apparatus behind her as her bright mismatched eyes flit around for familiar faces in the Caern.

Trekome looks over at Typh and smirks, "A bit late there." Oh, hey, Fidey! He walks over to her to help her out with her easel. "It's good to see you're on your feet finally. I take it you're feeling better, dear?"

Mikhail nods respectfully to Trekome, "Ze.." he pauses trying to come up with the word.. oh English.. "E-exeegyencies of battle do note leave much room for careful determeenation, and eet eez a poor judge who judges vones actions veesout daking eento accaoont ze ceercumstances." he sounds like he heard something like that before.. probably in the army regarding second-guessing orders. He then looks at Danube, "As a sseurge, yu should know zees, vhen yu dry do cleanse vone who does note repyent, zey do note cleanse.. zey... scream in agony.. eet eez torture.. at zhat point, yu keel.. Mercy yu could say..." his dark eyes stare watch her, but his voice is soft and deep, not needing to raise it as he explains how to torture a spiral dancer.. And then he notices the baby on Typhanie's back and his eyes widen just slightly, his jaw clenching as he tries to keep his attention on the two.

Juliette glances over at Trekome then back to Bjorn "Oh I'm not revelling in our slaughter. I pointed out to you that perhaps.." she makes a goofy face and her accent takes a drawl "Hurr durr killing is wrong, we should hug it out." before she continues speaking in her normal musical voice "Might be tacticly unsound in a conflict against a race of pack warriors." before she looks over to Mikhail "Yeah, I'm not exactly a nice person. I also have little tolerance.. Over non-Garou telling me how I should Garou. I have Elders, they can tell me what to do. I submit to them. No nothing ass hats that come in and tell me what I'm doing is wrong piss me off. I have the intense urge to demonstrate why we are the Warriors of Gaia." she looks back to Bjorn "Your words ARE a challenge. You called me unwise and dishonorable. Yet you are nothing before me and nothing in my eyes."

Fidelia gives Trekome a smile, but the woman gently refuses his help. He might notice... in the last couple weeks, her slender figure has toned enough that someone that knew her before could easily pick it out. She wanted to do it herself! Rawr independence! "Yes, thank you First-to-fight-rhya." She says respectfully, looking to all the strange faces around. "I've recovered fine. I feel much better." She pauses, and her steps halt when she hears the words of Juliette towards the unfamiliar faces. She doesn't say a word, her hands just calmly removing her brush from around her neck as she starts to set up her easel.

In the Shadowlands, Corrigan ambles on over towards Fidelia. Best to hang with the friendlies in this crowd.

Bjorn turns to Typhanie and raises a brow. "I was supposed to lie?" Bjorn asks the woman. When Juliette says what she says, he looks to her. "You are my little sister. You are blessed by Gaia to bear the rage against those who would destroy her. You are my family." Bjorn says to her calmly. "I will not challenge you. This is your home. I am merely a guest." He says to the woman before turning to Fidelia and Trekome, an eyebrow raising to the rainbow hair. "Is this a Kami? Your hair is like a rainbow spirit." He says to her, seeming to be amazed by the woman with the eisel.

Trekome chuckles a little at Fidey and stays in front of her as she nears, though he doesn't let her get too close until things settle down a bit, especially when Jules confirms she took Bjorn's words as a challenge. He looks over at Yuri, then at the two arguing. Nope, not his place to call whether Bjorn meant to challenge or not. He just acts as a blast shield for the rainbow-kin in case things get rough.

Mikhail seemed to have his calm about him.. but he seems a bit rattled now.. maybe it was something Juliette said (hint, it's not). His teeth grind together a little, but trying to keep his composure, he says to Juliette, "Yu may challyenge heem eef yu veesh..." he points out to her.. Looking over at Bjorn and listening.. he notes there's no apology there, but that's up to Juliette if she wishes to follow through with a challenge.

Danube is all sorts and colors of ticked off, it makes her midnight blue eyes flash a luminescent cobalt all the more often when catching the fire light. Yeah she has back up now! Noding to Typhanie's words though unsure if they are meant or sarcasm really, she almost smirks at the baby's outburst of further support but well. Ticked. A pause as she blinks at Mikhail... "So it is not waiting for them to repent of their own and mean it. But finding a Spiral that was eagerly fighting for and indulging the Coruptor Wyrm.. Until caught.. Then repents in fear of death.. Such a betrayer I would decapitate for they would only betray us soon after, doing even more harm. I have seen what a single spiral can do amungst our Kinfolk for 'fun' to let one live in the hope that they repent and mean it after having falling so very far and chosen to commit such evil acts. A quick death and in cleansing after, the hope of returning to Gaia is the best I will give." Calming back to cold as her words go, she sighs and looks about, nodding to new faces. "Yuri-Rhya, Typhanie, others I have not yet met..."

Fidelia smiles softly at something, and her head bows as she murmurs a quiet. "It has. I do not come here often for..." She glances towards the Fera and the Garou that are feuding. "... obvious reasons." When the attention of one of the Fera comes her way she takes an idle sidestep, a casual little thing as she sets up her easel. Juuuust enough to get behind Trekome, her manly protector and clearly a good friend. She doesn't seem scared of HIM! Her canvas is set up, and Fidelia just... calmly watches the Garou and Fera, or at least, their general direction. Her eyes never light on anyone for longer then a moment, and never meet anyones gaze as the Kin avoids making contact for too long with any one of her relatives, distant or not. She doesn't respond to Bjorn at the moment, save for a polite and brief curtsey.

Typhanie clears her throat quietly. "Bjorn. Come on." She eyes Juliette briefly. "Hi. I'm Typhanie. I've come to collect Bjorn. I don't know what just happened, but it'd be really cool if we could cut the sarcastic tone. He'll be out of your hair in a second." Her eyes flick to.. nothing? "There's also a ghost running around here." When Bjorn speaks, she sighs quietly. "Cherish the Cubs, Protect the Land, Heal the Sick, Nurture the Needy, Teach the Supplicant, Breed Wisely, Cleanse the Tainted, GUARD THE SECRETS." She doesn't really like the way that Mikhail is eying .. or not eying her. "Come on, Bjorn. Let's GO. NOW." Yes, the not-quite kinfolk is bossing around the Gurahl. Willow waggles her teddy bear in the air. "Nao!" she demands in almost the same tone

Trekome is staying silent for now, though he does guide Fidey off the path so that there's a clear way for Typh and Bjorn to leave if they choose to.

Juliette shakes her head to Mikhail "I cannot. I can violence him without reproach, condemnation or question. But I think his standing if he has a kin come and fetch him is too low for any honorable challenge. I could probably kill him with the Elders of the Caern just shrugging and admitting that Rage happens." she looks over at Bjorn then back to Mikhail "But I won't. Because I'm reasonable. There are children present and his keeper has come to collect him. I'll send him a ball and fez later."

Typhanie frowns at Juliette. "Listen, bitch. You need to shut your whore mouth. For real. I am here because his Elder cannot be." She moves between Bjorn and Juliette. "We're leaving. YOu don't need to be a cunt about it. He's been asleep a LONG time."

Mikhail grins at Danube, "Eef ze repyentence eez note sincere.. zey suffer and die..." he then shrugs, "Ve are doo few do vaste zose zhat could come back, espyecially zhose vees secryets zhat could destroy ze centeepeede. As a sseurge, yu should also know zhat zere are puneeshmyent rites.. and seemply be-eengk clyeansed does note mean yu do note suffer zhose rites. Een fact.. Eef I understand haoo sseengs vork.. YU vould be ze vone performeengk such rites. Yu should also know, menny are forced do valk ze spiral.. eet eez rarely choice.." He smirks at Juliette, "Note veessout reproach..." he points out, reminding her implicitly of his own promise regarding Fera/'rou issues (especially those involving her). He nods his head politely to her as if accepting that as the end of the issue. It was her choice after all. He now starts back up away from the group and Typhanie and her entrance path most of all

Mikhail steps back a little quicker as Typhanie and baby step between Bear and Dog

Fidelia lets herself be guided, staying silent as she just nods to something said. She hoists her easel up and moves it over the few feet needed to get herself out of the way as she waits to see how things play out. As usual, the Caern is full of learning curves. But her eyes flash with surprise at Typhanies words towards Juliette, and a flash of an emotion that could probably be angry from the usually demure Fidelia.

Bjorn lets the woman boss and get him, even offering his arm. When she defends him, he looks to her, moving with her and moving to place himself between the woman and garou as they walk out. "Thank you." He says to the woman as they leave.

Trekome looks... amused. And annoyed. Man, that's an odd mix of emotions. . "Now then, are we done insulting one another? Has the hatred and discontent and dirty laundry been aired out enough yet?" He looks back and forth among the group. "Respect those below you, and respect those of a higher station. Unless that doesn't apply to pissing matches, and y'all just want to get the last word in. I think that's enough of this nonsense for one night; we're not gaining strength by dividing ourselves."

Juliette grins at Mikhail "From the Elders there wouldn't be, but now scrapping with you? That might be downright fun. What's your rank in relation to your own people. You like to get close and bathe in your enemies blood or you stand back and do it slow?" then Typhanie's up in her stuff. Juliette frowns at her "Listen ginger tits back the fuck up. He rolled up here and started talking smack and questioning our ways. I don't care if he's been asleep. That's an excuse. This isn't some 80s family movie. Just because you unfroze cromoron from a glacier doesn't mean I need to tolerate any lip from him or you. Now move along. The adults are talking." she looks back to Mikhail "So, as I was saying.. What type of fighter are you?"

"And I'm a mother fucking mage. I give what I get." She shrugs at Juliette, turning her back on her. "I didn't say he was right. I said lay off. It's one thing to be right, it's another to be a cunt." She motions Bjorn ahead of her, ignore the rest of whatever's said. Yes, Juliette told her to leave, but she was doing that anyway. Honestly? She doesn't even seem mad.

Fidelia pauses, looking confused for a moment. "I do not know what a con, furries, or... or..." She trails off, her cheeks burning with embarassment at -something- being said. "Or most of everything you just said." She mumbles to herself, her eyes still watching Bjorn, Typhanie, and Juliette. Typhanie is given another look when she admits to being a mage, and Fidelias lips crease into a faint frown as she looks over to Juliette. The Rainbow just sighs softly.

Danube is staying out of the Juliette-Bhorn-Mikhail thing and pretty much narrowly debating Mikhail on a him-her line, it soooooo nooot becoming a team Danube/Juliette sport just because several things she is politicvally /not/ agreeing with. THis shows in where she is standing, body language, ect. Two conversations, happening near each other, both involving the Kitty with the speech impediment, err accent. "No they can be fully sinsere and just one to go back and forth very easily, what lead them to fall in the first place, meaning it falling, meaning it repenting, meaning it falling again. Meaning it when Wyrm Thrawling and." Here she /quietly so the child will NOT hear any/ vividly explains what happens to people overpowered to a Thrawled Garou.. (Not gunna type it..) "True about being forced to walk the spiral. But if I were forced, I would rather be put down, clenzed, and my spirit given rites, than any chance that I might live and do more harm to Gaia, my allies, or family through my further weaknesses." Blink Typhany/Juliette Blink.

Trekome sighs and just shakes his head. Now he just looks... disappointed. "Fidey, want to go sit in the springs and have some tea with me? Danube, you wanted to chat about something, or is that a more private conversation?" Yup, now he's just annoyed, and no longer amused.

Yuri sighs from his spot on the rock, "If anyone needs me, I'll be in town." He stands up and nods to Danube, "We should talk some time soon." He pulls his car keys from his pocket, tossing them in the air and catching them as he walks.

Follows the mother out. She is much more intimidating.

Yuri has left.

Typhanie moves to Large Cavern - Deep Forest Typhanie has left.

Bjorn walks out, leaving ahead of Typhanie, yet he didnt do anything out of step ahead of her.

Bjorn has left.

Fidelia waits for them to leave, before she unleashes a very short and colorful bit of vulgarity in what is probably mandarin, or some other east asian dialect. She looks after Bjorn and Typhanie, before looking to Trekome. She takes a breath, and nods. "Please." She murmurs, back to her usual quiet self after the unusual outburst. She doesn't refold and collapse her easel, however. She just picks the whole thing up and carries it with her towards the Temple, and its hot springs.

Mikhail looks scared! ...of Typhanie! Sure that's it.. he DID have his bones turned inside out by a Mage once.. Raged out of it, but it was nasty.. Sure.. it's the mage that has him looking concerned and not the baby swinging her teddy bear.... It seems to distract him from Juliette's questions for a moment. He can't even put up a good debate with Danube.. though his eyes do stare daggers at her as she mentions thralling, almost accusingly, as if to say 'what do YOU know about falling thrall?' when the mage leaves with the bear, he merely stammers, "Zen yu lose ally, secryets, and strengss do yur anger, vhen yu could valk zem back do ze right pass.. Also... ze really bad vones dend do keel zemsyelves I understand.."

Danube is seriously debating with Mikhail, even arguing to an extent but it's very worth noting that neither she nor he has said anything insulting or degrading to the other other than challenging views or putting views to hard situations.. So it is passionate debate but is being kept respectful by both. She pauses to look back at Trekome when spoken to directly like that. "I very much do but it is private, yes. Though could be brief, depending on you." Pulling hair back, she sighs out tension. Business distracting from debate. Her name again and looks at Yuri, noding. "Yes, this needs to happen as well, thank you." Looking back at Mikhail. "We disagree, likely always will, I feel your way has too much of a cost to innocents, and you feel mine gives too little chance to the fallen. But you made your points with intelligence and to your beliefs, I respect this." She turns and begins to follow Trek and Rainbow, lifting a brow at how colorfull that one is.

Trekome nods to Danube, then looks at Fidey. "I'm going to chat with Danube, and then I'll be right with you, mmk?" The profanity doesn't even get a raised brow after the nonsense earlier. He kinda expected it. "Danube, let's chat in my hut for a few minutes."

Juliette shakes her head and starts walking towards Fidy Sense shaking her head "Sorry you had to see that. I'm glad I use gifts before coming here."

Mikhail laughs, "Fuck ze fallen, I care about ze var! Yur vay costs yu dools do veen.." he lets it drop though.. If she responds he'll let that be the last word on it. Turning back to Juliette, he finally responds, "I am an Aka.. Ze Iron Pillar... (rank 2). But I do note see ze ranks as 'eenterchangyeble.. I em ket.. yu are volf. Zhere veel alvays be deeferyences."

Fidelia smiles softly to Juliette, and the Rainbow nods to Trekome. "Okay." She says softly, "I'll see you there soon." She sets her easel down, then moves to Juliette. The hug that the Fury gets is only accurately described as a glom, as the little Rainbow latches onto her and gives her a tight squeeze. "Would you like to come to the temple with me?"

Juliette looks back at Mikhail "Ranks aren't interchangable, but it's a good guage of how blessed by the spirits you've become. Who would want a weak scrum?" Sure, she might be a violence crazed wolf, but she's a violence crazed wolf who values QUALITY violence. She grins hugging Fidelia and nods to her "Sure. Good to see you feeling better."

Fidelia moves to Deep Forest - Mystic Shrines Fidelia has left.