Pack Time

[Hector]

A mangy cat stalks the roof tops, broken sidewalks and hidden places of the city once more.

A phantasmal figure materialises from the twilight and peers in at Makerith Moters Emily Makerith Xadun . He leaves a rancid note book filled with gibberish and a note to turn up at Tur.

If you are quick, you might see this figure, ragged and barefoot, slinking from shadow to shadow near Nathaniel Dormur 's place of abode. If you accost him, the figure vanishes. But there are plenty of hobo marks left scrawled on the ground and on the nearby buildings. They point, as always, to the Tur.
Matt Joule doesn't see a figure. Rather, the Rahu spies a familiar wolf running parallel when he himself takes to the urban wilderness to hunt...

The mystery figure is seen at a hardware store: a crazy vagrant smelling of sweat and dust and sour water. His knowing leer is enough to scatter the regular customers (for a while) and this results in the vagrant being chased off - shooed away with curses and the threat of the police. The vagrant retreats but is most definitely not chastened and in his wake he leaves a ghostly, horrifying, dirge that only Brigit might appreciate. The call to the Tur cannot be denied!

And so Hector makes his presence felt once again...

Book Keeping...

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2019-09-27 05:29:05		Hector to make his presence known! rolls 10 to Manipulation + Expression + Spec (10 Again, WillPower)		9, 8, 9, 6, 8, 1, 2, 9, 4, 8		6 successes

ST - can this be set after the current scenes so we have something to talk about? Kelreth

[Kelreth]

This is most definitely occurring after the open pack scene.

[Emily Makerith]

Slowly, a leather-clad figure smoking a cigarette slouches up to the Tur. It's not as if Emily can really hide with her hair.

The letter was mostly indecipherable, but it smelled distinctly of Hector. If the Alpha was around, it would be good to catch up.

Where the hell has he been, anyway?

The Ithaeur casts an eye around, not seeing anyone. She leans against the tree, and waits.

[Matt Joule]

Matt makes no mistake of the bearing of his Alpha in the wolf that runs in front of him as he hunts in the darkness of the night! Matt HOWLS!!! in glee at the sight and scent of his Alpha, returned!

[Hector]

Cool Ruach Now bring Matt Joule into the Tur and I'll bring Hector out

[Brigit]

For most, it was easy to ignore Brigit. Her sheepish Presence made that easy enough.

However, the pack knew her better... and they could probably smell her coming depending. Those that saw her first saw something more. Brigit wasn't excited or worried.

If anything, the Redeemed was seething, a silent anger burning in the depths of her eyes.

[Emily Makerith]

The shape of Brigit making her way up to the Tur is easily spotted from the red glowing light of the cigarette up ahead.

"Hey, beautiful!" Emily chirps to Brigit. "How're you doing? Oh! I saw a few new eyeshadows that I thought would be right up your....heyyyy...." she trails off, seeing the smoldering look. "Is, uh.... is everything alright B? You look kinda mad at something..." she offers a wry smile.

[Nathaniel Dormur]

Nathaniel arrived a tad later than usual, his backpack full of random bits and bobs. The Tur, finally. And the pack leader- he hadn't been around for awhile. Everyone else was already here it seemed. Emily, Matt... Brigit. Was she ok?

"Hey! Sorry for the poor timing. What'd I miss?"

[Brigit]

An agitated huff leaves Brigit's throat as she looks for the elusive Hector.

"My Alpha up and disappeared before things got rough. Without a word," she said as people asked what was wrong. Her voice was bitter, almost hurt, "Then some of Zeek's guys say a leering hobo was popping in."

She looked at Emily, the member with whom she had admittedly the most rapport.

"He wants to talk? Fine," she offers, "but where the fuck was he when we were fighting the Pure?"

Brigit's hands balled to fists, her expression half-angry and bitter at the Pack's abandonment and half-pleading to Emily to provide some Wisdom to explain it all. The Pack was supposed to be family.

[Hector]

"The Alpha was being hunted. I guess they thought if they kept me out of the picture, then our pack would have fallen apart. So... how did you go?"

Hector appeared from the shadows. Barefoot. Dressed in a chunky, mangy, coat. He smelled rancid and dusty and tasted of sweat.

In one hand, he carried a bag filled with boxes of cheap food (the scent of warm... food... mingling with his reek).

In the other hand, he carried a bag that clinked with bottles.

"After being hunted, I tried to turn the tables and hunt the hunters. Not quite as successful as I'd hoped. And on top of it all, I got called away. A favour is a favour - and one of mine got called in by... a benefactor... you might say."

"Hungry?"

He laid the food and drink on the ground.