The State Capitol Park Patrol (Open)

[Thistle]

Connor walked through the State Capitol Park with five dogs. It was a strange sight. Despite that all together the dogs could probably have drawn and quartered the scrawny changeling, they all heeled and walked along side him. He could have dropped the leashes and they still would have still followed him. Connor was very good with dogs and one of the best dog walkers the Humane Society he volunteered for had. Connor enjoyed the activity just as much as the canines. He like being the leader of a pack again.
He was patrolling the park today rather than going to a dog park or whatever those places were called. He'd heard there was a trod that ran around here, and where there was a trod there was fey activity. It was better to keep an eye on the place in case something came through, whether Gentry, hob, or changeling. So he'd taken it upon himself to scout the area.

[Rust Mane]

A Dr Pepper can rolls across the the sidewalk. Rust sits chomping away at what appears to be a sandwich. He leans back and ignores the groan from the plasti-wood piece of junk he is relaxing in. Can one be in a bench? Rust mulled it over as his teeth worked the sandwich like a band saw.

Rusts chain-link tail rests atop a duffelbag, which is almost hidden behind him. A UFC magazine begins to flap in the wind at his feet.

If you need to know

Within the bag is: one large machete blade, one cheap hunting knife from Walmart, one small med kit, one plastic flashlight, an aluminum whistle, one old UFC Magazine, one extra pair of socks, one pair of coveralls; also from Walmart, three water bottles; one filled with whiskey. Just FYI

He finishes his meal, picks up the magazine, and begins reading. Any Summer Courtier would know he is sitting on the bench, the one with the wobbly leg, the one with unique paint smear on the back, the one in which Rob confessed his love for Mindy through petty vandalism.

The one that faces the Gate.

Its his day to watch for anyone coming from the hedge. Rust may never admit it, but he was more concerned for those vanishing back among the thorns.

For a while he seems to be oblivious to Connor and his pets. But as the dog-walker moves within speaking range Rust fixes him with an even gaze. "They seem well trained, How's your day been?" He speaks quickly. His eyes scan the Gate before coming back to rest on Connor

[Thistle]

Connor plops down on the bench, making it rock unevenly. He readjusts himself, sliding into a slouch and fitting his tail through the back of the seat. The dogs form a semi-circle around him.
"Doing alright," he says. He can feel the heat eminating from the mechno lion.
Connor fishes around in his pocket and brings out several milk bone treats and a notepad.
"Does the road end near here?" he asked casually as a couple of joggers went by. "I heard that it did. Thought I would come check it out."
He began scratching something on the back of one of the doggy treats but it broke in half.
"Shoot." he handed it to one of the dogs and started inscribing Amy on the flat side of the treat.
He had been actually renaming one of the dogs he had been walking. That was proving very hard to keep track of though, both for him, the other dog walkers and the dog. So instead he was going to try something different. It would still be pretty hard. He could only use names with less than five letters or he ran out of room. And apparently sometimes the treat broke. He needed to get a knife or something that would let him inscribe better smaller letters.
He wrote down 'Amy' in the notebook and then gave the name/treat to the next dog in line.
Connor tried invoking the catch of giving an animal a new name, so he could gain thier speech.

Fang and Talons 1

2009-07-17 12:36:21 Connor rolls 7 to Wyrd3+Animal Ken4 (10 Again) 6, 1, 10, 1, 7, 1, 2, 7 1 success

[Rust Mane]

The mechno lion watched Connor before replying. "Yes. Though nothing significant has happened in a while. This Gate stays pretty quite." He looks back to the gate to verify that his statement hadn't called anything out of the hedge.

[Thistle]

"Ah," Connor said. He was a little disappointed. After he'd not taken Nightfall's offer, he had been kind of itching for to fight something. He still felt it was the right descicion but it did leave him with little other option than to ask his motley. They had already helped him so much he hadn't want to impose further. Still what were motleys if not for helping each other out. Besides, he'd probably be able to convince them to let him earn his training more easily than he could Nightfall.
"Sooooo," he finished giving out treats "I'm Connor." he said. He held out a hand as introduction. "I'm with Summer. Can't remember meeting you before. Of course my memory can be a little wonky. It's a curse you know but at least I have a mind," he said with a smile.

[Rust Mane]

Rust takesa connors hand and gives it a firm shake. "I'm Rust Mane of Summer." He does not smile, but he acts friendly enough.

"Any word from the rest of the court?" He again checks the Gate and it's perimeter.

[Fu]

Fu wanders in the park rather bored that no one had tried to start a fight with him the past few days and looking for something to distract his mind with. He is a big man standing over 6 foot tall and easily 250 pounds of muscle and mass. While necessarily unfriendly his general facial expression is a frown even when he's not in a bad mood. He's wearing boxers sweat pants and a gray goody.

[Thistle]

Connor's hand shake is weak, but it's as strong as he can make it. The sound of a lion fighting a wolf while monkeys screech can suddenly be heard. There's painful yipe and the mantle goes silent again. Rust thinks he hears the sounds of eating. Connor doesn't seem to take notice and goes back into his slouch.
"Nah," he pawed a scratch behind his ear "I'm not real up to date on any events. Only just recently found out about this trod. I figured I'd come by and patrol a little."

[tsameti]

A brisk wind stirs, finally catching an angle that allows it to pick up speed. Yesterday's newspaper is ripped off Grobbler's snoring face and he starts.

"Whu, huh? Fucking who the fuck?" He slurs blearily as he tries to make sense of where the hell he is. The hardness of the bench beneath him alerts the few active sectors of his brain that he didn't make it back to his Cave last night. A few other sections will need to spool up before he can begin making sense of what exactly happened. Unnnngh, he groans, taking stock of his surroundings. Park, maybe? Which park though?

Not too many people around, a dog walking dogs and a lion down some ways to the right, a jogger passing by on the left. What a weird looking guy, too. Grobbler ruminates a moment and realizes that it had been less a man, and more a very masculine woman.

He slowly creaks to his feet and stretches out, impressed the cops didn't find him earlier and chase him off. He checks his shirt and overalls, which thankfully haven't found any new stains or holes and remain as presentable as Grobbler can expect them to be.

Wait, LION? His head whips over as blood finally worms its way into his gray matter. Sure enough, two - no three now, Changelings have gathered on an isolated section of path and are talking amongst themselves.

Hoping that they have not yet noticed his presence, Grobbler hastily presses his hands to his face, a ripple of Glamour rolling over his whole body and suppressing his mein. Now hoping that he will pass for normal, Grobbler ambles over as casually as he can. A homeless man scrounging for change hopefully won't arouse too much suspicion. He listens intently on approach, hoping to catch any snippet of the conversation that he can before they spot him.

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Grobbler: Strengthened mask

[Thistle]

Then, Connor noticed his incoming motley mate "Fu!"
Connor jumps to greet him and offer him the open seat. Fu also gets five dogs running around him barking because of Connor's sudden energy.
"Quiet," he says in a commanding voice. One of the smaller things keeps yapping "Yes, I was talking to everyone," he says. He turns back to smile at Rust.
"This is Fu. Do you know him? He's the Iron Adjutant. This is Rust Mane," he introduces both of the changelings to each other