(1408) Burns & Dog

[Dog]

Feral eyes tracked Tracy's approach, giving her painted-on tight outfit a good looking over. Knowing the little Savage could scrap just made the prospective leer that much more intense.

"Girl, I sure as fuck ain't gonna work myself into some get-up like the rest of you. Even if I was willin', I don't keep much with picture-books."

He gave up on his search and sat on a step.

"Lookin' for new bodies, in case I find 'em where they shouldn't be."

Dog didn't care much for lying, but Court was Court. No loss. Neither of those Crimson looked to be worth a damn.

"You gonna let Dog give you a proper welcome back to Sac town, or you still keepin' with Heinz?" he asked with a wolfish smile.

[Tracy Burns]

Tracy let out a laugh at his response, nodding her head at his words. "I'm sure you've got more interesting things that are keeping you busy these nights," she said, replying to his comment about not keeping up with picture-books. His next words piqued her interest, and the petite Gangrel raised an eyebrow inquisitively, her eyes glancing around the theater for a moment. "New bodies?" she said, wondering if someone had been squatting in South Sac as of late.

"Anyone in specific giving ya trouble?" she asked, curious as to whether he'd actually clue her in or not.

The comment about Max caught her a bit by surprise, but she did her best to keep her feelings about the former Grand Wyrm hidden behind a devious smirk. "A proper welcome, huh?" she said, letting out a soft chuckle. Before she could say anything else, the redheaded Savage was distracted by what appeared to be her friend, literally bumping into a conversation while blindfolded.

What in the world...

Tracy was slightly concerned as to what was going on, her emerald green eyes studying the situation from her vantage point. However, some of her worries were put at ease when she noticed that Dillon Connery got her hands on the pale Haunt. He was not only the Reeve, but a true gentleman as well, so she could trust him to handle the situation accordingly. That said, she made a mental note to ask Penelope about what the fuck she had been doing once the night was over.

"Ehhh, sorry," she said as she turned back to Dog with an apologetic look. "So what were you saying about Max?"

[Dog]

If Dog cared that Domino was flailing her way across Court, it didn't show.

After all, once you've been to a couple of Courts where half the room lost their shit to Frenzy, what was one lone neonate stumbling around? Speaking of...

Eventually his eyes found Chris Wooding. Would anyone really notice if one more person started flailing around?

"I wasn't. So where'd you run off to?"

[Tracy Burns]

Tracy shrugged in response to his next question. Had she really run off to somewhere, or had she been running from something? The answer to the question was still a bit fuzzy in her mind. "Nowhere in specific," she said to Dog in a nonchalant tone. "I just got the urge to hit the road again. You know, once a nomad...always a nomad?" But was that really true? Would she hit the road again someday?

"But I guess I missed y'all too much to stay away for too long," she added after a brief pause, a playful grin forming across her lips. "So...what's new? I've seen some new faces walking around, but anything else interesting happen since I've been gone?"

[Dog]

"I've had spells of wanderin' myself," the scruffy Savage admitted.

There was a lot to be said for wanderlust, and plenty of philosophizin' to be done on the causes. He didn't have an opinion to offer on it. Sometimes the open sky just beckoned. Sometimes, it didn't.

"Lessee."

Dog leaned back, and his eyes shifted upwards. Feral became slightly comical as it looked as if he were looking up at his headwear.

"No."

Things had happened, but nothing interesting. Neonates bumbling around, getting ashed, going missing. The usual. That, and he really couldn't pinpoint when she had left.

"How's your Work?"

His eyes drifted as Penelope slammed into someone else. See? Neonates. Being fucking idiots in Court. Nothing new.

[Tracy Burns]

Tracy nodded at his words, figuring that anything that may have taken place during her absence was likely not of any interest to Dog. Besides, he was not a Kindred of many words anyway, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes you got stuck talking with people who just loved to talk about themselves nonstop at these Courts after all, so exchanging a few words with another Savage was certainly better than that.

"My work?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow slightly. "Ohhh, you mean...right." The petite Gangrel figured that Dog could only mean on thing, and that was The Great Work. "Well, I've gotten a bit distracted with all the jumping around from one place to another," she confessed to her cousin, offering a little shrug. "But now that I'm back I hope to focus more on it."

She didn't want to get into specifics about it in open Court, so she kept her answer to his question fairly vague. "If you ever wanna talk more about it, you could stop by the Chapter House," she said to him, offering him a pleasant smile.

[Konrad Roth]

A man approaches, obviously Kindred in nature as felt by his meager Beast, dressed in a dark blue cloak that swirls about his frame. He nods his head respectfully to both the short and hairy Dog and the innocent looking Tracy clad in a form-fitting material. He stands a moment as if choosing his words carefully. "Hello. Would you mind if the Regent and I join you? My name is Konrad Roth and I'm new here in town," he says in a steady voice. Konrad assumes Roxie Hart has followed him from their previous placement in the hall. Since he is privy to the knowledge that he spoke to the Regent's Hound, Konrad imagines Dog will at least accommodate her company.

Konrad's Beast writhes and complains of these two new faces. New sensations of terror are birthing in his mind by Dog's presence alone. The Savage fights the urge to remain stiff as a board lest he attract the attention of the wild creature. And yet that is precisely what he has come here to do. Damn me, make it quick if you have to... he prays to any merciful god of death if there happens to be one listening. Only Konrad is technically already dead leaving only worse fates to befall him.

[Roxie Hart]

The Savage was amused. Why would Dog and Tracy mind if she joined, it was himself he had to worry about. Although, he was polite enough about it. The Regent glanced to Dog, interested in the impression this guy had.

Your true test is about to come into play, Konrad-son…

“Spitfire!” Roxie said in quiet exclamation. Probably the only lick of true excitement she’s had at Court, other than the antics of Dog. “Good to see you’re back.” Nodding to the redheaded Savage. “Nice duds.”

[Dog]

"Fuck that House."

If Dog was going to elaborate, it was cut off by the approach of two more Kindred. He stood, reaching his full unimpressive height. With the steps he stood on, it was of the few times in his life he hadn't been eye level with shoulders and tits.

Height was overrated.

"I reckon I do mind, stranger. Not her," he nodded to Roxie, then to Tracy.

"But why the fuck would I want you to join me when I'm chattin' up this pretty little thing?"

A feral smile crept out as he reconsidered his thoughts on height. He could feel the man's weakness. From this vantage point, he could see it. The Beast within gnashed and spun, ready to leap down onto the man and tear his throat out.

Be careful who you cut in on. They might cut back.

[Tracy Burns]

Tracy quirked an eyebrow at Dog's response to her offer, wondering what his problem was with the local Chapter House. Well then, she thought to herself, curious as to what may have incited such a response. However, before she could question him further about it, they were joined by another pair of Savages. Her own Beast riled up at the presence of the other predators, cowering slightly from the more familiar beast that belong to the Regent of South Sac. On the other hand, it let out a defiant snarl at the presence of the unknown predator.

Roxie's familiar voice snapped her attention away from the stranger. "Rox...Regent Hart!" she called out in response, almost forgetting about the fact that this WAS a Formal Court. "Thanks. I'm definitely digging your outfit too," said the petite Gangrel in response to the other woman's compliment, a smile forming across her lips.

Her emerald green eyes drifted back to the other man, who had just introduced himself. For the time being, she remained silent as she watched Dog respond to the newcomer, letting out a little chuckle at the interaction. Let the dick-waving contest begin! she thought to herself, amused by what was surely about to ensue. It was not a rare occurrence either, especially amongst Kindred...and especially amongst Gangrel. One always had to establish themselves as an apex predator amongst the Savages...so could this new kid do that?