Days off

[Chris Laurent]

A finger gently taps at Chris's lip as the bruising already fades. Getting into fist fights with humans really is cheating but hey if you can't hold your liquor not my fault. Though..Chris definitely hadn't gone to that bar knowing its clientele was pricks..err ya well pricks. Or deliberately dressed in business casual. Or made off hand remarks until they responded.

Never.

Chris would never do that on a day off after having to deal with humans for days on end. Damn family business trying to set up in town. Though that one guy..well that is another story.

So Chris makes his way down a street in Sacramento. The faint hint of blood only noticable by other Wolves spreads out from him. But there's a few drops on the end of one of his disheveled sleeves.

[Nathaniel Dormur]

Nathaniel was... Well, not new just... Young. He wore a simple suit, and in his backpack carried several oddities and trinkets and components most humans wouldn't have a clue about the purpose of. Being a Bone Shadow probably didn't help with the whole "fitting in" thing. Oh sure, some Bone Shadows got along just fine with people- but Nathaniel preferred spirits. People were complicated, but the young werewolf found spirits to be rather simple. He walked down the streets, smelling the blood. crap. It wasn't uncommon- but that didn't mean he could ignore the smell. He laid against a wall and tried to focus, tried to wait and spot where the scent was coming from. Nathaniel wasn't acquainted with spirits in this area yet- he doubted he could find and convince one to help him. Hiding, or running, would be the best option if it came down to that. For now, best to simply wait and see.

[Chris Laurent]

It took maybe half a block before Chris noticed the visible blood. A constraining a sigh he begins to roll up both of this sleeves. Good thing there are ways to get blood out of clothes. "Maybe I need to find a new hobby?" He asks the air. That'd be the...mature thing to do, probably. Neither Hector nor Chris's sisters would appreciate him getting arrested for being involved in a bar brawl with some drunk bros.

This time a longer sigh escapes. Being the, well as far as he knows, only Blood Talon in town is weird to Chris. It's taken a while but the lack of hot headed comradery and belligerence makes things a bit.. boring some days. That and having to deal with humans who think they're hot shit. Chris isn't used to being the reasonable one, for years he was the one causing shit. Now boom, reasonable.

The Talon picks at something under a finger nail as he thinks and walks. Then pauses as he catches a smell of Wolf.

[Nathaniel Dormur]

Oh great. It was another wolf for sure. shit. no, no. It could be fine. They could be chill. Totally...because chill people smell like blood.... Ok... But this could still be ok! At any rate, it'd be good to at least know who he'd be running from. If it came to that. It wouldn't come to that, right? He turned in the direction of the scent and started walking, ready to run at a moment's notice

[Emily Makerith]

Emily walks down to the bar, looking a the wreckage and the wounded pride. She rolled her eyes. She could smell a little blood - familiar blood.

Looks like we got a... Bloody Talon! Oh, I'm using that later. HI-larious... The Ithaeur chuckles to herself, and turns to follow the trail.

  failure

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2019-01-11 18:00:26		Emily rolls 4 to Shapeshift! Sta2+surv1+PU1 (10 Again)		2, 3, 4, 2		failure

She nearly trips over, expecting to just have wolf-legs. Scowling, she tries again.

  1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2019-01-11 18:05:11		Emily rolls 4 to Shapeshift! Sta2+surv1+PU1 (10 Again)		6, 4, 1, 9		1 success

A silvery-pelted wolf dashes off, chasing the scent of her pack-mate along the ground.

About ten minutes later she sees Chris. Emily comes bounding up, not noticing the other scents on the air.

<<Friend. Chris. Look like Bloody Talon now!>> The Emily-wolf yips in an approximation of laughing.
Even in First Tongue. Thats a joke for all ages.

<<Not see for long time. How Chris-Friend?>> she barks.

[Matt Joule]

Matt is out for a walk, taking a break from all night coding when he smells, wolves, not Pack. And blood. And Emily.

He grins and breaks into a jog until he comes up on them, disappointingly amiable in the gathering.
"Hey." the seven foot giant in black denim, tee-shirt and running shoes says.

[Chris Laurent]

Lost in his own thoughts Chris starts and shifts his weight as a wolf runs up to him before he notices the colorings. "Hey, sorry I've been quiet recently." A grin at both Emily's enthusiasm and joke.

"Trying to make this two worlds life work out. I've been wearing a suit three days a week trying to get things worked out and keep the money flowing." He snaps a finger. "O I have a fun story sometime about a thing I found in city hall."

Another shift as a huge mother fucker rolls up.

Seriously, corn doesn't do that.

"Uh, hey."

[Nathaniel Dormur]

Now he comes by, and... Greeeaaat. Three wolves. And one literal wolf. Fat chance he could outrun all of them. Sooo just going to mosey on in here aaaand...

"Um... Hey. You all look.... Kind of scary. I'm kinda... Kinda new here. Are you guys the pack around here?"
Nathaniel was rather young, and his knowledge of... Anything... that wasn't spirit-related was somewhat kind of sort of maybe a bit nonexistent.

[Emily Makerith]

Scary looking?

No soon does he say that than the wolf drops into a full puppy-dog eyes look at the new guy, looking mostly harmless. As she watches, Emily lets her vision wander, checking out the new guy's brands. One of her pale blue eyes goes a glittering purple as it slips into the spirit.

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2019-01-12 17:21:41		Emily rolls 7 to 2-world eyes Wits2+Occ3+Wis2 (10 Again)		3, 4, 4, 10, 1, 9, 4, 1		2 successes

Another crescent huh? Well, guess I should do introductions. Poor guy looks like we're ready to eat him.

The silvery wolf looks up and down the highway before yawning widely and stretching all the way along it's back.

  1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2019-01-12 17:25:22		Emily rolls 4 to Shapeshift! Stam2+Surv1+PU1 (10 Again)		10, 4, 6, 2, 2		1 success

As it does, it elongates and stretches up into a solid but petite blue-haired punk. Emily twists her neck, crunching it loudly.

"Aaaah.... I figures real words would be easier," she chirps brightly to the new guy, before she catches Chris looking warily at the towering Rahu. "Oh! Shit, um, Chris, Matt, Matt, Chris. Ya might wanna give him a talk ablous Blood Talons some time, C, I think he'd be really into it," the Ithaeur says to Chris, giving the Goliath Matt a nod. "Also, shop breaking bars I like. Dick. Herd can't take it." She gives the Blood Talon a playful punch on the shoulder, grinning. "But as for you, buddy!" Emily practically skips towards the new guy and thrusts out a hand. "Hi! Emily. Emily Makerith. What bring you to town?"

[Matt Joule]

Matt smiles at Emily, a toothy, eager smile that somehow seems to have more snarl than frivolity in it. "Oh good. All friends here then, I guess." he says sounding disappointed.