(0818) A quiet place

[Chris Laurent]

There's a playful grin. "Na we all need to know how to be quiet when its needed. Mother just felt like letting me know that's something I need to be good at." A shift and Chris rises to face Hector as the wolf approaches. Then he nods. "Evening Hector" Eyes shift over the new wolves. "Not too sure myself. Just felt like a good night to be out here."

Chris scratches at his not yet a full beard. "Tur? Maybe. Don't know. Don't think we've declared one yet?" The question is asked to the Alpha, maybe he decided something. "Good to meet you Doctor." Chris nods back to ..Roach? Alright. "Ha. Irraka Talon." He taps his chest. This could be fun.

[Hector]

What does an Alpha do in situations like this?

He sits (he has been tirelessly walking the streets, yo. All day. And night).

He lowers himself carefully so he can unlimber his gear, which spills untidily around him. Somehow he maintains his grip on the basketball (he is not giving that away soon). His legs end up sticking out in front of him: all heavy and bowed, bursting from his ugly shorts.

"A Doctor. Great! Healing is just what we need." Hector cracks a grin that could be viewed on so many levels.

"Roach. And Doctor Queen. Hector, follower of the Big Red Wolf. Bard." Or Cahalith, if one was not being so poetic. He placed a hand on his chest, indicating himself. "Alpha of Clarion Call. We're trying to bring some shape to the Shadow's madness in these parts."

He let those words sink in; the manic man's face sliding into neutral so that only the intensity of his gaze remained. For a few moments only. Hector did not see the need to deaden the mood. Nor did he wish to.

[Emily Makerith]

Emily smiles to herself as Val and Roach do the introductions. Maybe she keeps telling people she's a Doctor so she doesn't forget... She looks to the ground. Aw, don't be a bitch. Maybe it'll be nice having another girly-girl around.. Emily was warming to Viola, but the Rahu was still naturally defensive, and not overly feminine.

The Ithauer drops down next to Chris. "C'mon, Chris. Y'should know by now lurking ain't really my style!" She looks at all the others and nods. "This place used to be the old Tur. The one where the old packs used to meet. Y'know. Before. Dad said it was a great idea but in practice things still used to kick off here. Just slower."

She thows the most casual of salutes to Hector and looks at the new wolves. "That's us! Hang on. You guys know what happened around here, right? Why there's hardly any People? Like, People people?"

The Ithaeur watches the other wolves, letting her gaze slip across the Gauntlet as well to see how the Tur looks.

  2-world eyeses!

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-24 08:08:33		Emily rolls 5 to 2 World Eyes: Wits2+Occult2+Wisdom1 (10 Again)		2, 3, 4, 8, 7		1 success

[Valentina Queen]

"Well, all good Shrinks start as General Practitioners, so sure, if we get disemboweled, or cut with silver, or something of the sort, I'll definitely be good to have around," Val replied with a laugh. It was good to see that the Alpha had a sense of humor!

"Of course, I didn't just come here for work. I just mentioned that first just to be safe. But, aside from all the Herd stuff, I'm really glad to meet you all. I'm going to be living in Sacramento for the foreseeable future, and so I would very much like to join your pack. Is there an audition process? Trial period? Or, you know, some sort of vetting process?"

Based off of her conversation with Merekith and Hardt, it had seemed like the pack was pretty standoff-ish, to say the least, though they weren't hostile, which was nice. Still, it seemed like the best policy to make her intentions known. Besides, maybe the Alpha had a different perspective than the Beta and the Choir.

[Roach]

Chris. Irraka. Talon. A minimal introduction that actually introduced relevant points. Roach, nods. Smirking a little under the mess of her matted hair. She could grow to enjoy sitting in silence on the moonless nights with Chris. Irraka. Talon.

As the playful and confidant Makerith goes up in her estimation. She knew more about what was what they it seemed like the others did. They'd have to talk.

Hector. Red Wolf's son, Alpha. Bard. "Bard eh? Bet you have some tales to tell." it's awkward and stilted, but it's something.

She stills as Queen expands, she sure as shit didn't need this shrink to med her wounds. She wouldn't see 'em. Know 'em. Fuck her.

"Makerith, you know what happened?" she asks, obviously it's to distance herself and the conversation from Queen. But fuck it.

[Emily Makerith]

"Errrr..." Emily looks at Hector, and shifts a little awkwardly. "Not... exactly. Ok, hold on."

She pulls the cigarette from behind her ear, and mutters something unintelligible.

  Call Fire!

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-26 17:11:26		Emily rolls 4 to Call Fire! Stam2+Surv1+Purity1 (10 Again)		8, 6, 5, 5		1 success

Flames envelop Emily's hand as she lights her cigarette, and shakes her hand to extinguish the fire. She inhales the smoke deeply.

"Okay, so, this story is true. Years ago, there were packs in Sacramento. Not many, but we were here. This Tur, under that tree," She gestures up to it, "is the grave of Flames-of-Man, the wolf that led the Uratha here to fight the Pure. The Anshega controlled a lot of the city. They'd done some kind of huge Rite, one that screwed with the Hisil. Three of the Packs - the Shadow Seeker, the Justicars, and the Crusaders - all took it on themselves to take the fight to the Pure and fix whatever it was they did. They fought many battles, but eventually found the way to repair the damage the Pure had done.

Emily sighs, and takes another drag on her cigarette. "Ahhh. Where was I? Oh yeah. The city was safe for a while, Then, about five years ago, things started going bad. The Pure were more aggressive, the hosts began taking advantage as Packs pulled in their territories, trying to defend themselves better. And then, suddenly, within days, everything was gone. No Forsaken. No Pure. No People. It was as if they vanished without a trace." The Ithaeur shuffles uncomfortably. "There were no wolves left. And so the Hisil grew wild, untamed, uncontrolled, for the last five years. More wild than anywhere else perhaps."

  Conceal emotions

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-26 18:21:43		Emily rolls 2 to Conceal emotion Manip1+Subterfuge1 (10 Again)		1, 3		failure

It's clear that Emily is leaving out something, that there's more to the story. She can feel herself welling up again. Dammit, not now.

"And now, the People are returning," She sniffs and gestures around at the gathered wolves with the cigarette. "We seek to try and repair the years of neglect. Do the duties we are sworn to, in one of the hardest places to do it. And if you want to stay here, well. We could do with the help. Though, y'know. That's kinda the chief's call," she nods towards Hector.

[Hector]

Hector grins a feral grin. He knows a different set of legends. But right now, he imagines he hears Necessary Guile whisper in his ear. Taking head of the warning, imagined or not, he remains silent.

"I have tales. Some good. Some bad. I studied for a time under the packs of the Colorado Rockies. Max Roman's doing. It was he and his Silver Syndicate who inducted me into Red Wolf's children."

Enough name dropping for now. Hector fell silent again.

NOTE - thats all Hector's background. I'm not planning to do anything else with it. Of course, your characters are free to ponder how deep his affiliations go, if you know of the source material

[Chris Laurent]

Trying to ahh spruce? up Hector is something that occurs to Chris every now and then. It's not some drive to make the Alpha look better as much as the want to see what the Alpha is like when he's not roaming. Maybe that's who he is though. With a grin Chris raises a fist for a bump from Emily. "Maybe not but we're hunters first." A distraction can only last so long.

How the hell do you stay a doctor as a Wolf? Damn. Chris nods back to Roach and then looks to Emily. Stories? Eyes widening as she pulls a magic trick from the spirits. Silence is how Chris absorbs the story.

"Silver Syndicate? Interesting name for a pack." Sounds like Red Wolf's own though, they do what they do. Chris looks around at the familiar voice. "Hey Felix." A hand wave motions for the man to walk over.

[Kelreth]

Emily Makerith calls upon the lessons of the Spirits of the other world. The veil parts and across the Gauntlet Tur is... quiet. Small motes float and roll where people jog, and play, and read, and sleep. Sacramento may be wild but Tur seems to remember. At least it looks like it seems to remember what it is.