New roads to somewhere

[Tristan Hardt]

Beer, huh? Tristan's first thought is that no bar this side of hell would let Hector inside smelling like that. "I'm sure we can pick up some drinks somewhere. Maybe take'm back to the rail yards so we can have some privacy."

"Don't know if I can get behind us being 'bad wolves'." Despite this, Tristan sighs and shakes his head."But yeah; we've got work to do."

When Hector grills the other two on their human professions, the sheer shock of Viola's admission flashes on Tristan's face. Once his eyebrows come back to their normal positions, he decides joking about it wouldn't feel right. A job's a job. At least she isn't causing any messes to bring his human counterparts knocking.

Seems pretty obvious that the cat-man thing has caught some attention. And it'd be a pretty solid way for Chris to prove himself. "Could use your help with that." It dawns on him that the 'unknown equation' from that room could have been Chris. Unlikely... but possible. It wouldn't really put them at odds if it was, though. And if he had been hunting cat-beasts in Sacramento, Tristan wouldn't have reason to stop him.

[Hector]

"We ain't so bad," Hector soothed, agreeing with Tristan.

"Squatters, maybe. But we are in the unusual situation of being in an open city with plenty of land free for territory. Nameless? Why do we need a name when we are the People in this town. We're kinda unique, you know? Its a great opportunity and we can make many things of it."

He shrugged.

"We chose the rail yards because of the Magath. Because if there is one, there could be more. Because if there is one, the wilds have grown too wild and need to be knocked back into shape. We start there because its our duty, neh? So its not so much squatting as we are slack fire fighters. But we can get to that."

Hector stared, offering an alternative view, a softer view than one put forth by Viola.

"Hell. Under normal circumstances we'd have trials and tests to pick the best for the pack. I'm quite willing to ditch that right now. We need more claws if we are to do what we have to."

Adapt or die.

[Chris Laurent]

Hands spread out from Chris's sides. "I'm in. Kind of curious to see what the hell those things are." Shifters? Really? A few years back Chris would have scoffed now though...well life is a bit weird. The hands fall before sliding back into his coat.

"The rail yard isn't a Wound right?" With this question Chris is nervous. Fear starting to creep in. "Those things... they're not good. In the worst ways." He looks down the alley then back at the others. "I think that's what happened back home. I did my best to learn about weird shit on the other side but not a lot of us want to talk about that."

"So start with the rail yard then slowly spread out? Maybe put down any outside problems that could grow?" This is more like it. Something to do and a way to pay up.

[Hector]

Hector made a face and snorted.

"Well it smelt awful. Metal and murder and pain. I don't think it was a Wound though. I got the impression that the Magath had coloured the Locus' resonance. Yeah, that spirit was all pain and predation. It sucking off a Locus resonating with hurt fits, really. If that was a Wound that fucked up spirit would have been a lot worse I'm sure."

He spread his hands.

"Just my two cents. I say its not a Wound. So we should be right to cleanse the resonance to something more... healthy for the area."

[Chris Laurent]

"You dealt with it, I'm listening to you on it. If the locus got tweaked it could be weird getting it back to a better feel." Chris's eyes roam to Tristan Hardt before looking back at Hector. Maybe the Shadow knows a few things about that. Pain and Predation? Sounds like a Wolf's life.

"Not sure what's healthy for a rail yard but sounds like a plan." An exclamation from nearby gets Chris's attention for a moment. Waste of a decent coffee. Chris would ignore the guy until the guy crossed the street, looking like he's watching the group. Eyes shift to Viola Jones , a grunt and tilt of his head towards the guy. Why? Because who better for shit hitting the fan than a Talon and a Rahu.

[Viola Jones]

And talking. Finally. Now she dosen't have to feel like she's stumbling over the words or feeling like a fucking parrot.

Not quite relaxing against the wall, Viola watches the conversation progress, that is until someone starts singing her theme song.

Chris' grunt is damn near in stereo with hers. She snirk and shifts her place, her stance. Matching the Blood Talon's subtle but obvious to anyone with eyes momentum.

Dead eyes sharpen as she glares across the street.

Maybe pizza and beer with the old-new-guy wouldn't be so bad after all.

  resisted!

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-02-08 20:19:56		Viola Jones rolls 5 to Resot Know Name (resolve 3 + PU 2) (10 Again)		5, 10, 6, 7, 3, 8		2 successes

[Hector]

Hector beamed.

"At last! Yes! Look. Once we got the Locus... Or a Locus - always pays to have a back up plan, right? Then we can start scouting for a Totem. A small, hardy, spirit. One who represents urban survival or... something like that. Something we can all use in this concrete jungle. Yes?"

At last, Hector follows the stares, even he doesn't immediately latch onto their object. His beatific grin, marred by his busted teeth, lingers on his face like he had just forgotten it was there.

  Resistance is Useless

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-02-09 03:18:08		Hector to resist rolls 4 to Resolve + Primal Urge (10 Again)		3, 1, 5, 7		failure

[Tristan Hardt]

Tristan's eyes rest on Hector. Guy knows how to put things into perspective. Tristan finds himself nodding along until Hector practically explodes with enthusiasm. Least it feels that way in comparison.

"Totem would be nice. Maybe even take a name for ourselves."

When the conversation lulls, the grizzled cop's eyes follow the rest. Just some punk kid ogling them from across the street? They'd come here for privacy. He frowns. Scowls, even. "We've got an audience."

He says, stating the obvious.

  failure

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-02-08 12:59:22		Tristan Hardt rolls 4 to Resolve 3 + PU 1 to contest gift. (10 Again)		7, 5, 4, 7		failure