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    Eris's Avatar
    Eris

    Fairest
    Draconic/Venombite
    Eris

    Presence ●●●● (Haughty)
    Striking Looks ●●●● (Resplendent)
    Mantle (Dusk) ●
    Contacts (Criminals) ●
    Long of Days ●●

    Mask

    Grey-green eyes, a varied of hair colors that cycle through black, white and grey, a creamy complexion, though she's covered head to toe in tattoos.
    Mien

    Small void black scales accent and accentuate her form. Her hair is an iridescent blue cascade, the tips are a white, her roots echos the void black of her scales. From spine to tail is a trail of horn-spikes. Atop her crown grows not horns but long elegant antennae. Her pupils are slitted and predatory, void black talons, and sharp fangs.

    Sometimes butterflies flutter around her annoyingly. Often she eats them, though if they are beautiful enough she keeps them and pins them in place
    Pledges & Other Things

    Pledges

    Motley Pledge +1 Larceny, Allies (Criminals) 1
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    4
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    " - ah? well fuck you too!" spit and venom flies freely as Eris snarls down the hall. With a grunt she slams the door closed with enough force it bounces on the frame. "Fuck." She glares and presses it closed. Then locks it. Chain and deadbolt.


    Life had soured for the three of them.

    First it had been what lead them all onto this path. Things started looking up when they made their Escape together, landing their asses in San Fran. Being forced into a Motley by their Courts sucked...they were moving into Motley-hood on their own they didn't need orders. But politics. Then after the Pledge faded they were told-ordered-to betray each other and that just wouldn't stand.

    So they protested. Loudly.



    "That could have gone better." She comments dryly to her people, tail whipping back and forth.


    The Courts didn't like that.

    At all.

    So they were out on their asses.

    Banished.

    Never to set foot in the Borders of Tenderloin again! Well they - meaning the important people in this telling - could have could have just packed up and left for another district of the great shit-hole that was this city's mess of rivaling Freeholds, and convoluted politics. But no. That shit sucked balls. And not in a fun way.



    "On top of all the other shit we're dealing with I punched that bitch with the huge rack of antlers. The idiot calling himself Pan. He wanted in. In our Motley. Like this shit-storm's a game." She huffs, void black scaled, and tattooed arms cross. Thurisaz wafts down around her, replacing the myriad of Runes of her mantle with it's shape. "I don't fucking care if he is a Sage Escort. Like that's a reason to bring any one along."


    So they were moving. All the way to Not Here. There was votes for LA, one for Vegas (hers) and a couple for elsewhere, so to compromise and to follow Dragon rumors they decided on Sacramento.

    All they had to do was pack their shit, get the fuck out and make the Motley they always wanted to be.
    Presence 4 (Haughty) | Striking Looks 4 (Resplendent) | Mantle 1 (An imitation of petals, Norse Runes appear in her wake) | Wyrd 2 |

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    Artemis's Avatar
    The Bunny
    Artemis

    MASK: Tousled red hair, pale skin and freckles. Mussed with dirt. Art often wares a coat and has a habit of going barefoot.

    MEIN: A human sized, anthropromorphic rabbit creature. He has classic rabbit shaped feet, hence why he goes unshod as often as possible.
    Artemis Pledges

    Artemis Pledges

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    PRE

    The bunny watched impassively, arms folded, eyes critical.

    "They've been after us since day one," he said calmly. "Wrong place, wrong time. We didn't fit. Two more for the Iron Spear... Makes the Crimson look too big and, I guess, they're still concerned about what happened the last time we - they! - had the lions share in this town. Then there is the whole Dusk thing. We were supposed to hate one another enough to settle in and then let the whole motley thing drop; we weren't supposed to get things done or be, like, an example or what have you. To the others. Why do you think Pan's been making eyes all this time?"

    He sighed.

    "Its probably down the Autumn Court anyway. All of this. Queen Anne's been using as to do her dirty work for how long now? We gave her complete deniability and we were stupid enough to take her up on it. Iron Meg will come after us for sure, if only to chase us off before we air Anne's dirty laundry." Iron Meg was an Ogre and a bully and had not taken it too well when the prey animal had stood his ground.

    He sighed again and closed his eyes.

    "How long do we have?" There was no fear in his voice; no resignation either.
    The Calm March Hare
    ARTEMIS Beast: Runnerswift
    | Summer Mantle 2 (A sense of rising heat, with hints of forest humous and leaf litter)
    Fast Reflexes| Fleet of Foot 1

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    Circe's Avatar
    Scene Stats
    Striking Looks
    (Exotic)
    Presence
    Mantle Dry Heat
    Circe

    Merit-Striking Looks (exotic)
    Mein:

    Her skin turns a slate-blue and her hair bone white. The whites of her eyes are blood red, the irises are purple with cat-slit black pupils. The helix of her ears elongate out 2" inches ending in a tip. Her features sharpen and her figure has an unnatural, inhuman litheness that can be intellectually disturbing.
    Scenes

    IDK
    CSbb
    Mask

    Her skin brings to mind Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, or Asian races, though her high cheek bones and sharp facial structure don't match. Most assume she is of mixed ancestry given the pale blonde hair. Alias Mary Maniscalo.
    Circe Scenes
     
      Rage singing, no work with Ozzy, Shake the shanty
     

    +1
    SL
    3
    PRE

    Cana was looking at her phone as she listened to her family talk. She was texting a negotiation of sorts. "I don't think we have a lot of time. But, she turns the phone around to so that camera faces her and she gives it the finger before sending the message, "That may have bought us some time. Iron Meg is a bitch but even she isn't going to miss the scramble...but fuck 'em all we know who we can trust now."

    Cana had just let members of all the Courts in town know where their stockpile was hidden in the Hedge. "If they didn't want us to be so good at this they shouldn't have asked. Let 'em deal with their own shit now. Cool Joe at least ain't coming after us. That or he just plans to watch the shit storm with a beer like last time." That Winter's voyeurism of others in danger had tempted Cana into shooting him several times. She now wished she had, it'd be a better reason to get banished anyway.

    "So the good news: lots of the fuckers we'd have to worry about are going to be distracted for a while," Cana gave her friends a thumbs up. Which she then turned down, "Bad news: that little armory we'd built up? That is the fucking decoy for the fuckers." A cruel laugh came from Cana, "Maybe we'll get lucky and they'll kill each other over it. Fuck it! Fuck them! Fuck them all!"

    The Summer wasn't happy with this. She'd suggested a firefight for when the bastards came after them. Fortunately she was talked down. Cana's face was still a snarling visage as she started to name off members of the local Freehold and how they could "go fuck themselves."

    The loss she was taking on the mundane side from this hurt, but her family was more important then anything else.
    Fairest: Larcenist | WYRD 2| Mantle: Dry Desert Heat |Health: 8 | Willpower: 5 | Glamour: 7

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    Eris's Avatar
    Eris

    Fairest
    Draconic/Venombite
    Eris

    Presence ●●●● (Haughty)
    Striking Looks ●●●● (Resplendent)
    Mantle (Dusk) ●
    Contacts (Criminals) ●
    Long of Days ●●

    Mask

    Grey-green eyes, a varied of hair colors that cycle through black, white and grey, a creamy complexion, though she's covered head to toe in tattoos.
    Mien

    Small void black scales accent and accentuate her form. Her hair is an iridescent blue cascade, the tips are a white, her roots echos the void black of her scales. From spine to tail is a trail of horn-spikes. Atop her crown grows not horns but long elegant antennae. Her pupils are slitted and predatory, void black talons, and sharp fangs.

    Sometimes butterflies flutter around her annoyingly. Often she eats them, though if they are beautiful enough she keeps them and pins them in place
    Pledges & Other Things

    Pledges

    Motley Pledge +1 Larceny, Allies (Criminals) 1
    Plot Stats



    +2
    SL
    4
    PRE

    "Why they thought we'd hate each other I have no fucking clue. We Escaped together." her tail whips around once more, force making a audible sound in the air, as she paced the length of the room. Looking every bit the Dragon patrolling her territory.

    "Ha!" A cackle, as Cana tells them what she was doing with their stockpile. "We can rebuild. We've did it here. We can do it elsewhere." arms still crossed the dragoness leans against a wall. "But that's not going to stop Mal. Or distract Queen Anne from her Revenge." an eyeroll and a snort, "Sorry, couldn't resist. But yeah. We know too much of her shit, and Mal...apparently being the Court's errand bitches, that automatically equals glory. So Dusk, I don't know how many, are egging Queen Anne and the rest of Autumn on. They want a Wild Hunt, an Ash Run. Whatever. But I heard from Reverie May," a Winter assassin that owned Eris a favor, "That Queen Anne's already loosed the Barrow Tender."

    Eris pushes herself off the wall, and starts cracking her knuckles. Void back talons gleaming in the shitty light of secondary safe house. Which was less then safe because fucking Pan, fucking follower her here!

    "So we have less then shit for time. That's why I ended up braking Pan's nose." they were on a deadline which was growing shorter by the minute.

    Tail whipping back and forth, she snarled. "Cana. Give me your phone. I'm going to blow Queen Anne's shit up. We're not under Oath anymore to protect her secrets. We can tell every 'hold in San Fran about Queen Anne's stable of Fetches." the boy toys and experiments. "That with the right price in fae magic bullshit, contracts, fruit, whatever. She'll happily take up her mantle of Fetch Maker once more."
    Presence 4 (Haughty) | Striking Looks 4 (Resplendent) | Mantle 1 (An imitation of petals, Norse Runes appear in her wake) | Wyrd 2 |

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    Artemis's Avatar
    The Bunny
    Artemis

    MASK: Tousled red hair, pale skin and freckles. Mussed with dirt. Art often wares a coat and has a habit of going barefoot.

    MEIN: A human sized, anthropromorphic rabbit creature. He has classic rabbit shaped feet, hence why he goes unshod as often as possible.
    Artemis Pledges

    Artemis Pledges

    2
    PRE

    Art was staring of into space. For a prey animal seeking vengeance, he had come out of the Hedge pretty calm; quite the opposite to his volatile motley mates. Perhaps that was where the Freehold had misread things so badly. Personality quirks did not mean shit when you had bonded during the Escape. They really did have no one else but each other.

    His eyes had turned sad - sad for the lost opportunities and the pain that was sure to follow; sad for the Fetches too, if truth be told. They were part of it this as well; he could empathise but that was as far as his sympathy ran: with Fetches, it was a zero sum game. The Crimson was Strength. Strength to do what was necessary when the time came.

    "OK. So... Cana... Can you get us a car? And Eris - you think you'll be able to get back to our digs and put together some clothes. Money. Stuff? Anything you can carry? We never did get around to stocking this place. I'll hit the street - see if I can work out who is moving and who isn't. It shouldn't be that hard if everyone is... erm... agitated."

    He did not want to be around once the Ash Run got organised.

    He did want to find Iron Meg.

    Nor could he help the ghost of a feral grin sweep his face when Eris spat out her revenge plan for the Autumn Queen.
    The Calm March Hare
    ARTEMIS Beast: Runnerswift
    | Summer Mantle 2 (A sense of rising heat, with hints of forest humous and leaf litter)
    Fast Reflexes| Fleet of Foot 1

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    Circe's Avatar
    Scene Stats
    Striking Looks
    (Exotic)
    Presence
    Mantle Dry Heat
    Circe

    Merit-Striking Looks (exotic)
    Mein:

    Her skin turns a slate-blue and her hair bone white. The whites of her eyes are blood red, the irises are purple with cat-slit black pupils. The helix of her ears elongate out 2" inches ending in a tip. Her features sharpen and her figure has an unnatural, inhuman litheness that can be intellectually disturbing.
    Scenes

    IDK
    CSbb
    Mask

    Her skin brings to mind Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, or Asian races, though her high cheek bones and sharp facial structure don't match. Most assume she is of mixed ancestry given the pale blonde hair. Alias Mary Maniscalo.
    Circe Scenes
     
      Rage singing, no work with Ozzy, Shake the shanty
     

    +1
    SL
    3
    PRE

    Canaiola's rant stopped as she heard what was coming, "Well fuck, now I wish I had picked some stuff up before ratting out our stuff," her pupils were almost wide enough to look normal. Her ears drooped down perpendicular to her head as she mulled over the situation. She reached behind her back, pulling out a small pistol and ejecting the clip.

    One ear was raised up, showing she was listening to the others even as she handled the pistol. She pressed down on the top bullet to see if it was full. "One full. Due ricambi nella borsa fuoriuscita, fanculo! Fuck, not even a shotgun for the Barrow Tender. Should've risked skimming ordinance from the mortals." Cana's ears were now bent back, flush against her head, reminiscent of a pissed off wolf. She slapped the clip back into the small Makarov with a loud click.

    She turned to Artemis, "Car? Right, running the Hedge is a shit plan. Now some guys, but first I need to check funds."

    She holstered the pistol while sauntering over to a section of wall. She punched into it, wincing at the pain as the thin wood there gave way. Right spot, she pulled out...a fanny pack. From inside it she pulled two clips, a wad of $100 bills, and some bathroom travel supplies. She stuffed it all back in and dialed on her phone. "Pick up fuck damn shit fuck, hey! Yes its me. Don't you have caller ID? No time, I need a car. No not a flatbed, a car car. What?!" She glared off into space, "I need a car tonight! You owe me! I don't need fancy! What do you have? Oh," the ears went neutral again, "How many seats is that? Good. I'll be right over for it. Yes right now! Good."

    She tossed her telephone to Eris. Then grinned, "Got a car. Here Eris, serves the bitch right. Couldn't even pronounce my name half the time, calling me canaiolo. I'm not a fottuto grape." The possibility of civil war resulting from it did occur to Cana, but she figured it'd be against Queen Anne so kudos!

    "Where do I meet you when I get the car?"


    OOC: Circe has Resources to have purchased: a subcompact car. Pack light.
    Fairest: Larcenist | WYRD 2| Mantle: Dry Desert Heat |Health: 8 | Willpower: 5 | Glamour: 7

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  13. #7
    Eris's Avatar
    Eris

    Fairest
    Draconic/Venombite
    Eris

    Presence ●●●● (Haughty)
    Striking Looks ●●●● (Resplendent)
    Mantle (Dusk) ●
    Contacts (Criminals) ●
    Long of Days ●●

    Mask

    Grey-green eyes, a varied of hair colors that cycle through black, white and grey, a creamy complexion, though she's covered head to toe in tattoos.
    Mien

    Small void black scales accent and accentuate her form. Her hair is an iridescent blue cascade, the tips are a white, her roots echos the void black of her scales. From spine to tail is a trail of horn-spikes. Atop her crown grows not horns but long elegant antennae. Her pupils are slitted and predatory, void black talons, and sharp fangs.

    Sometimes butterflies flutter around her annoyingly. Often she eats them, though if they are beautiful enough she keeps them and pins them in place
    Pledges & Other Things

    Pledges

    Motley Pledge +1 Larceny, Allies (Criminals) 1
    Plot Stats



    +2
    SL
    4
    PRE

    Eris paces, waiting for Cana's phone. Her snarling visage hadn't faded. She was in the company of her people. The only two people she trusted. She didn't have to put distance, and armor between them and her.

    Artemis speaks and Eris nods, "Yeah. No problem." Anger leaving her as her mind already mapping routes, to maximize her efforts in getting her people's things. Eris didn't care if her shit was left behind. All that mattered was the two of them and the faded photo tucked into her bra.

    To not get recognized or followed...fuck she might have to head out past the boarders anyway into the hole in the wall place they'd set up in an assuming corner of the Hedge. Far enough away from the stash, that she was sure there'd not be any of the mad scrambling Lost with their dirty mitts all over their loot to run into.

    Yeah, that'll have to do.

    Route figured. Eris nods, antennae bobbing. "I'm going to have to get my ass to the trod nearest to our shit in the wall hole-hallow. There's cloths and money there." in fruit and paper. "Unless there's important stuff at our place that you two need?"

    Cana punches the wall, taking out the only thing they'd bothered to put into Safe House Two, (One was a decoy, Two was a rest stop, and Three was the hole in the wall hollow) and Eris zeros into every twitch of Cana's ears as her accented voice rises and falls with the conversation.

    They got a car and the phone's tossed her way. Talon'd fingers start texting. Sure, half of Dusk was with Mal, but there were still some that hated him more then they did her. Why go after three small fishes, when there was a dirty queen waiting to be toppled?

    Eris' one regret was that she wouldn't be here to be doing any of the toppling.

    What a way to go... there was some longing in the thought. Eyes flick to her Motley. But they were more important then glory.

    Fingers still working, Eris looks to Artemis to tell them all where they'd be meeting up.
    Presence 4 (Haughty) | Striking Looks 4 (Resplendent) | Mantle 1 (An imitation of petals, Norse Runes appear in her wake) | Wyrd 2 |

  14. #8
    Artemis's Avatar
    The Bunny
    Artemis

    MASK: Tousled red hair, pale skin and freckles. Mussed with dirt. Art often wares a coat and has a habit of going barefoot.

    MEIN: A human sized, anthropromorphic rabbit creature. He has classic rabbit shaped feet, hence why he goes unshod as often as possible.
    Artemis Pledges

    Artemis Pledges

    2
    PRE

    "Some clothes would be nice. Or if you can get to the money stash. Because, you know, we need that. For stuff... And things."

    Yes, this bunny can be very insightful when he needs to be.

    "Otherwise. Er. Get what you need. I been living on the street so I don't need much now." His Durance and his time since their Escape had taught him much. He was no longer the grad activist fighting against animal cruelty and nuclear proliferation.

    That world was gone. And he'd missed it.

    "How about the lamp post? You know, the one opposite The Alley." It was all in the intonation. The Alley was the point at which they'd emerged from their Escape. Wild eyed, ragged, fresh from the Hedge. The Lamp Post was the first thing they'd seen; their guide and their beacon. He hadn't stopped moving till he could cling onto it, and in the year since he'd learned the feel and contours of the old style, wrought iron, lamp post by rote. It was possible that some of the others in the Freehold could have worked out from their babble exactly where The Alley and their lamp post was; but he'd chance it. It was obscure if you hadn't experience it.

    "Cana gets the car and meets us there. We can make a run for the Presidio. Once we get to the Bridge we're... home free."

    He made it sound so easy.
    The Calm March Hare
    ARTEMIS Beast: Runnerswift
    | Summer Mantle 2 (A sense of rising heat, with hints of forest humous and leaf litter)
    Fast Reflexes| Fleet of Foot 1

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    Circe's Avatar
    Scene Stats
    Striking Looks
    (Exotic)
    Presence
    Mantle Dry Heat
    Circe

    Merit-Striking Looks (exotic)
    Mein:

    Her skin turns a slate-blue and her hair bone white. The whites of her eyes are blood red, the irises are purple with cat-slit black pupils. The helix of her ears elongate out 2" inches ending in a tip. Her features sharpen and her figure has an unnatural, inhuman litheness that can be intellectually disturbing.
    Scenes

    IDK
    CSbb
    Mask

    Her skin brings to mind Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, or Asian races, though her high cheek bones and sharp facial structure don't match. Most assume she is of mixed ancestry given the pale blonde hair. Alias Mary Maniscalo.
    Circe Scenes
     
      Rage singing, no work with Ozzy, Shake the shanty
     

    +1
    SL
    3
    PRE

    Circe ears drooped down sadly but she shook her head at Eris's question. Her voice was soft for the first time tonight as she spoke: "The only things I'd consider too important to lose at our digs are both right here. Cash'd be good, we can buy more clothes but we can always steal stuff too." And if they were talking about the bolt hole, "Eris? Here," she handed her friend two $100 bills, "In case you see a gym bag or something like that on the way that'd make it faster to pack and run. Personally I'm fine with just the bolt hole, fuck the flat and whats there. Or skip it all."

    The Lamp Post? That was a landmark that nobody else should now. It had been a beacon, it was where Cana had accepted the name fully from her two friends. It was their lighthouse. Fitting that it guided them out of danger once and would do so again. Better then the dead drops Cana had created. She'd let some Summers know about those. Brothers in arms they certainly weren't. "Lamp Post, got it. None of the fuckers should now about that. Wish we had the time to carve our names and fuck off into it as a goodbye. Fanculo." Her ears had darted back but once more drooped down,"Sorry. Shouldn't, I mean we got no time for this. I'll run and grab the car. Shouldn't be too long to drive there. I'll give Eris a call from the place when I get there, maybe get a burner if I have the chance. If not, uh...I'll honk the horn three times when I arrive. You need any cash Art? "

    She had plenty to spare from the stash. She was counting on a favor for the car and was sure she had enough to cover the difference.
    Fairest: Larcenist | WYRD 2| Mantle: Dry Desert Heat |Health: 8 | Willpower: 5 | Glamour: 7

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    Eris's Avatar
    Eris

    Fairest
    Draconic/Venombite
    Eris

    Presence ●●●● (Haughty)
    Striking Looks ●●●● (Resplendent)
    Mantle (Dusk) ●
    Contacts (Criminals) ●
    Long of Days ●●

    Mask

    Grey-green eyes, a varied of hair colors that cycle through black, white and grey, a creamy complexion, though she's covered head to toe in tattoos.
    Mien

    Small void black scales accent and accentuate her form. Her hair is an iridescent blue cascade, the tips are a white, her roots echos the void black of her scales. From spine to tail is a trail of horn-spikes. Atop her crown grows not horns but long elegant antennae. Her pupils are slitted and predatory, void black talons, and sharp fangs.

    Sometimes butterflies flutter around her annoyingly. Often she eats them, though if they are beautiful enough she keeps them and pins them in place
    Pledges & Other Things

    Pledges

    Motley Pledge +1 Larceny, Allies (Criminals) 1
    Plot Stats



    +2
    SL
    4
    PRE

    The Alley. Lamp Post. Just those words brought back memories.

    The heart pounding screaming terror, the pain - the agony, and the relief.

    "Kay." An abrupt word. Tearing her mind away from the past. It wouldn't help her now. "I got Lulu, Graham, Parker and Mama Murphy to agree to come to the Toybox. There's no trust in the this shit hole, so they want an Oath. I'll hit up our hollow, grab what I can. Money first. Everything else can be replaced. Meet 'em. Explode Queen Anne's shit and head to the Lamp Post."

    The bills are shoved into a pocket. "This meet might end up shit. I'll get a duffel bag. Fill it with shit, bricks, garbage, whatever. Maybe I'll drop it, if I have to. Use it as a decoy. Hopefully they're focus on it, and not on me - or where I'm heading."

    Eris wouldn't count on it, everything was already shit. It was just going to get worse.

    Cana's ears droop. Not good. "Might not have time to carve our names, but I could get some spray paint or sharpies or something."

    Phone slides into a pocket after the cash.

    The Dragoness cracks her knuckles, they had a plan.

    All that was left was to execute it.

    "Are we ready to do this?"
    Presence 4 (Haughty) | Striking Looks 4 (Resplendent) | Mantle 1 (An imitation of petals, Norse Runes appear in her wake) | Wyrd 2 |

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