(1410) David & Dog (Fight Crime)

**Dog** · Oct 9th, 2014 10:35 PM

Dog liked the edges of Court. Mostly, it was an unconscious choice: like a wolf at the edge of the woods, peering out into a moonlit clearing. Except, it wasn't dark, and squealing whelps kept wandering in. Each one jarred him, begging to be hamstrung and their throats torn out. If anyone heard a low rumble of a growl every now and then from his direction?

Fuck 'em.

A hand toyed with a tuft of hair. You'd reckon it'd be the same color.

Feral eyes moved towards the figure approaching, interrupting his follicle contemplation. Fuck his Requiem. He wasn't a shoulder to cry on. There were only four types of people that he'd wait a few sentences to get good and ornery at instead of immediately telling to fuck the right off. Unfortunately, this scarecrow with the unnatural habit of hiding what he was was one of them.

"It's. Just. Dog."

Did he look like Sunshine?

Oct 10th, 2014 05:25 PM

If only Dog knew how much the Shadows claim the Libitinarius.

David briefly tilts his head to the left, as though accepting the fact that Dog disposes with the etiquette hammered into the Mekhet's manner since he was a child. A manner that still holds a bit more deference in it than most Kindred still possess. David doesn't know if that is because of him, or simply because his Heritage serves. That's a question to ponder a different night.

“About what you said the other night,” at the funeral, at the banks of the Sacramento River. As it turns out, David doesn't need a shoulder to cry on, luckily for Dog, the Mekhet may only be three-decades dead but he isn't naïve: sympathy is hard-won to some, especially fellow Murder Victims. David's question comes from a growing annoyance with the way things have been done, underlying the questions he asked just after Dog asked his barb laced questions.

Except this opinion is held under lock in key in the mind of David Regan.

“I want to help. A single moment is far too long,” especially for a Kogaion, “and you mentioned it's been longer than that.” David's soft-spoken tenor holds a firm resolve wrapped deep in his voice. In truth, the fact that the Kogaion has been missing that long, it seems, flies in the face of his Philadelphian upbringing and his Damascene nature. “What would you like me to do?”

**Hildegarde Bingen** · Oct 11th, 2014 07:50 AM

Hildegarde approached. Fearlessly or not, she made for the pair.

"Hello... David..." The Lord had to pause and collect herself, refusing to give into the urge to use the correct forms around her Covenant-mates.

"Hello... eh... Dog..." She eyed the Hound and made a simple nod of respect. It also covered for her difficulty in calling one such as he by the name he wished.

"There appears to some misunderstanding. Or history. Of which I am not aware."

The Lord remembered the words, bitter with rancour.

**Dog** · Oct 11th, 2014 11:03 PM

Feral eyes settled on David, then shifted at Hildegarde's approach.

A Mekhet gifted enough in Auspex might even hear hackles rising.

For the Savage, few things screamed unnatural as loudly as the porcelain mannequin -- everything from the sculpted features to the body language and mannerisms. Even if she were pretending well enough now, he'd seen. Yet, she, too, was a Dragon. And maybe her Change would undo the monstrosity she was.

"We really doing this here."

It was a statement, more than a question. The golden eyes slid around the open Court, then darted back to the pair. Fair enough. Neither looked the sort to track him down. A new thought slid across his consciousness as the Mannequin's Beast taunted him. A hint of teeth showed as his survival instincts kicked in and he considered that they'd been sent to silence him.

**Hildegarde Bingen** · Oct 12th, 2014 12:04 AM

"Where else would be suitable?"

It was a simple enough question. The Lord had never seen Dog at the Chapter House; nor did she know of where he laired. She understood enough to know he was the Hound of the Regent of South Sacramento - but having no further information to go on, Hildegarde was not game to pry into a Regency she had no business visiting. And she did not wish to involve an outsider in the affairs of the Order.

Facing Dog, her bland face twisted into a frown. Her Beast shivered and scraped at the inside of her skull with its long ~~psuedopodia~~ fingers. It was a feeling that profoundly irritated her.

Oct 12th, 2014 11:09 AM

David's attention slides towards the Doll, looking towards her blankly as she invites herself into his conversation with Dog. “Miss Bingen,” the Shadow greets with stiff formality, while stifling the cawing alarm of his Companion. The Totentanz is as much about what people perceive as it is about reality. What will Hildegarde tell Martha later? More importantly, what will she whisper to Alziare Dramoris; especially as David isn't ready to tip his hand as to the decisions he's made.

The Prince's arrival earns a small bow, which allows the Mortician to marshal his reserves.

David is about to speak but Hildegarde beats him to the punch. Instead, he explains, “I did not think you would welcome me if I went to you in South Sacramento without warning.” Territory, the thing so many fight over. The thing David is strangely content with, even as a virtual no one in the Domain; he respects Dog's. “We can talk about this where and when you want, but, I want you to know that I want to fix it.”

The Scarecrow shifts on his feet, looking towards Dog. Teacup Brigade, David is not – that insinuates he is more social than he is – in truth, David was never offered Lemonade either.

**Dog** · Oct 12th, 2014 09:07 PM

A hand with something dark under the nails slapped at a pocket unconsciously. A smoker would recognize the gesture. His eyes followed David's and he offered the requisite polite nod.

The two Crimson had disappeared. With them, the hope that the Order that had been under Ezekial, Karsh, and Shadow.

Or maybe not. An abrupt nod of assent was given.

"[Address]. In a week*."

For someone who had bitched about a night, it might seem odd -- but every wolf watches the herd first... even stragglers.

*

Oct 17th, 2014 03:12 PM

Progress. The proverbial domino is pushed. Events are begun and now there is no stopping it; the Shadow's choice is made and all there is now, is the follow through.

The thin, bean-pole of a man nods, accepting Dog's terms.

“A week, then.” It is as much to commit the date to memory, as it is to show that the Mortician is listening. Not the type to linger, David shifts again; this time to depart from Dog's unique company. “A good evening to you both.”

With him, David takes the oppressive blandness that encroaches on the fringes of his presence.

If no one stops him, David heads back to the main thread.

**Hildegarde Bingen** · Oct 17th, 2014 06:39 PM

Hildegarde didn't need to run the numbers through her head.

She nodded - perhaps a little too hurriedly.

"Of course. Yes... a much better idea..." Suddenly the Lord was aware that they were in Court.

"Good evening, then," she said, regaining her composure.

Hildegarde will drift away from the group unless stopped

(1410) David & Dog (Fight Crime)

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