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[Galina]

Eyes upon Mary as she spoke with a shy thankful smile.
"Sadly it does seem that way, I am sorry to have darkened your day twice." Leaving them be for their talks, not particularly interested in eaves dropping on their words or discussion. Still parts of his words were near impossible to not make out, his voice to clear cutting through the air.

Instead focusing her attention on the burger eating one, damn she was hungry, where had this woman gotten that burger, and did they have some a bit bloodier perhaps?
"I really should not have offered you all the drinks I did then." Looking a bit awkwardly away. "We just talked really though, that was all, you two and some other man I have never seen before. So nothing to crazy whilst I was around at least." A rooftop? Yikes she seems to live in interesting life.

Gazing up at the giant as he turned to speak to her.
"I do not know you no, and I have continuously apologized for my behavior. For trying to see if you could be a rare one who could understand aspects I cannot talk with most about, I see now that the gaze, size and odd way of showing concern are the only similarities between you and my father." No her father would never stoop to this level of behavior. "Still they were just words, do not go insulting me between hushed breaths." Feeling the rage coming over her, how dare he, a young frail soul first insult her and then try to threaten her? Her, a natural born warrior and killing machine, carrying a soul from times when Pangea was still a thing, fueled by rage, baptized in blood, the top predators who had a body of flesh. Feeling the all to familiar phantom sensation of blood under her nails, claws wanting to come out, mouth wanting to widen, to bite and claw, to show this fool of a giant how small he was as suddenly the unexpected word of the cheeseburger woman comes over her.
All her rage lost, blinking once, twice, thrice, just staring at her completely lost for a moment. Head seeming fully empty, gazing at her, or in her direction at least but taking nothing in, the word bang just replaying again and again in her mind. Slowly feeling the all to familiar red hue overtake her cheeks, her arms, and chest alike, forgetting how to breathe, just trying to stutter a reply but getting no air into her lungs, no sound, just slowly shaking her head unable to do much else. A sense of fear in her spine, of anger wanting to push forward, but neither having the room to navigate her near frozen state unable to do much more than just keep on slowly shaking her head with curiously warm eyes upon the woman.

[Circe]

Circe steps back out of Kray's way, letting him do his thing. Welp, subtle was out the window. "Sonja, be most cautious." She warns the Director. "Reasons exist to be so, life ain't like Disney movies."


Wow, did that mortal have LOT of anger issues. Like a lot a lot. Circe was reasonably certain They would have gone war mode from this level of rage. Kind of above what she felt from Maitre Comte back then, so more evidence against Kray's theory?


Or the mortal had rented her face off to Them, paranoia is wonderful ain't it?


Then Sonja bring up THAT. Circe inhales sharply, hold it in. For a full minutes. Exhales. Groundskeeper has a duty to minimize the exposure of the Freehold, to protect its courtiers. Even if one of them may have slept with a possible Keeper. Whilst an Autmun is acting like a meathead Summer in trying to pick a fight with a possible Keeper with no prep work or effective backup.


Her mantle flares briefly as everyone will notice Circe's right eyebrow twitch, an angry look oozing onto her face.


Screw this, Circe is a SUMMER QUEEN and is going to act like it! She is going to make a scene. That attracts attention and probably security. And lets her vent with strat-ee-ger-ee.


"Che cazzo è la mia vita." She growls out, almost animalistic. "I do not like being the voice of reason and restraint," she points at Sonja, "Stop," then turns to Kray, "Making me," then points at Galina, "Do that!"


Circe throws her hands up in the air, "I hate being the voice of reason! I feel the urge to do something that'll get security and the cops to show up just to make up for being constantly reasonable."


An Italian accented, pretty woman shouting whilst flailing her arms garners attention. Most likely, security is on the way.


"I can't even get krunk because I'm a group's DD tonight! And now this! I don't wanna be the responsible one all the time! It sucks! Stop making it happen! I am always doing it, I want a chance to not but Cazzo no, non ne hai l'occasione. Più responsabilità in arrivo, perché fanculo la tua vita e fanculo il tuo fottuto divertimento!"


Yeah. Security is probably on the way. Or maybe the gun runners she drove here, depends who notices things first.

[Kray]

A reminder of Conflict resolution and Dice

Werewolves are not immune to the intimidation skill (no one is actually providing they can be understood) Galina needed to roll to resist coercion and base her actions off the results. Pp. 80-81 of WoD.

Having chosen not to roll she has effectively 0 Suxx and has lost the contest.

The giant continues to glower saying nothing breathing slowly the thing before had broken he knows it. It's just going through the motions. He handle the fallout of his own from Circe when this was over.

[Sonnie Wu]

Maybe it was the Monkey Brain? The dots weren't connecting the way they had for Circe or maybe Kray? The idea Galina might be a Gentry simply had not registered. So, yes, there was confusion painted across her cute face.

That the Ogre and Fairest did not want the Russian woman here, though, was painfully obvious. Sonnie did not protest this. She had a certain level of trust in her fellow freeholders, and it was rare to see the Italian elf so visibly angry. So it must be important to run the stranger off.

"Maybe you should just go, girl," she shrugged to Galina.

Then the Beast resumed eating her bacon burger with serene bliss. It was almost gone at this point. About time to find another food stall.

[Galina]

The ramblings of the woman going mostly unheard, the noise of the world around her increasing and dissipating at once, feeling each beat of her heart as she slowly back away eyes locked upon the woman with the far to well done burger whilst none descript images flashes before her eyes. The sensation grabbing her mind, crippling everything else, somewhere in the back of her mind cursing her nature, cursing how easy it was to bring her to this state. But it was just as much an armor for herself and others alike as a weakness. Gulping with a deep breath before speaking as fast as her tongue would allow in this annoying language.
"I would never take advantage of you nor anyone else in such a state for something like that, such an act such as..as" Clenching her nails into her hands to the point of nearly breaking her own skin, to use the pain to allow her a moment of focus. "ki..kissing or more, that should be consensual in a" scrambling to find the English words to no avail. "meisekina jōtai." Wha...th...th...Am...a.

Feeling a shoulder against her, a rapid spin around with a brief look at the person before darting away, not truly recalling much before standing at her bike, panting, shaking her head and trying to get that image out of her head. How can she say such things so casually? Jumping up on her bike and riding off, she needed meat, something to hit and those warm little kisses she always got when walking through that elevator door back home.

Galina exits the scene

[Circe]

And the maybe dumb mundy, maybe Keeper sworn, leaves. Circe sighs, "Grazie al fottuto buonsenso." she sags before pointing a finger at Kray. Wagging it a him "Sono ancora incazzato con te per non essere stato sottile. Non siamo così sfacciati, siamo subdoli al riguardo. Mettiti al mio livello."


Blatant and open acts in front of dozens of mortals wasn't how Freeholds stayed hidden. Maybe from Them, but not from feds wanting to dissect the Lost. Or mortal hunters. Or other things. Circe sighs. "Fuck it. Ice cream," she looks at Sonja, "I think ice cream is the solution. I'm gonna go stuff my face."


Circe starts to walk away, looking for dessert as she deserts the situation unless stopped.

[Kray]

And this time its the gentry in disguise, as he perceives Galina, who leaves not him and Circe. The giants ugly mug curls into a cruel satisfied grin. And I didn't even need magic for that. Then comes the tongue lashing from the summer queen ... to limited effect. "Uh. I still don't speak Italian." But she was angry that was for sure. "Bah. Switch to English if you want to want me to understand what your saying." Otherwise it was the equivalent of blowing steam.

He sinks back into his seat, an altercation had occurred sure but nothing that rang alarm bells as far as he could tell no magic, no violence just a spat that resolved itself, he hadn't even raised his voice. "Uh. Alright, bye then." Missing the clearly laid out pun, it just wasn't in his nature. Sinking back into his seat, the ashen courtier is feeling more then a little victorious right now.

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie, while licking BBQ sauce off her hands, watched the Iron Spear rant in Italian before storming off. She turned and looked at Kray before shrugging, "Yeah, all I understood was ice cream."

Ice cream sounded good, actually.

That said, she leaned closer to the Ogre, confusion still apparent on her face, "Um, seriously, though... what the fudge was that about? You both looked ready for to deliver severe beatdown. What did that girl do? Violate your pet kitten?"

Fudge also sounded good.

[Circe]

ooc: As Deep Hedge is no clocked in, Circe has a few bandages visible on the exposed flesh of her torso.

Circe starts to spin around on her left foot at Kray's outcry about linguistic issues. Then freezes in place with a shudder as she grabs at the side Kray will well know why she'd be grabbing. Her mantle flares as she is still vexed. "Cosa ti fa pensare che voglio che tu mi capisca?" The words are unclear on intent, due to the pained groan that they come out in.


As for Sonja's question? She waves her hand goodbye to that, "Too many ears for me to shout it, act with caution. Johnny be good," she snaps her fingers to the beat of that song as she walks off, "If he explains quiet like."

Circe leaves the scene.

[Kray]

Not having learned Italian in the intervening moments the summer queens mantle is a better indicator then anything about how mad she is. "Uh. She's mad about something that's for sure." Looks like her side was hurting her still, not patched up yet. "Bah. I am being good." As he understood the word anyway.

Leaning down to listen when Sonnie leans in, giant and all. "Oh. Uh. I thought she would have told you." Groundskeeper to director and all that. The Ogre has to think for a moment his deep voice carried so it needed be more subtle then just a whisper "Um. The one who just left. The one with the accent." Pause. "The Russian accent." Just to be clear. "Ah. Approached me and Mary at a car derby thing." Demolition derby had been right. "Gah. Comes up and sits right next to me. Before running off to buy food and drink for some bold guy who sat behind us. Didn't know him. I asked." The cruel snarl becomes menacing again with his mood worsening. "Bah. Then starts going on about how much I am missed. How I could never been seen as scary in the slightest and laughs in my face when I strongly imply physical harm is coming if I'm not left alone." Pale eyes of his mask turn to behold the director. "I. Don't. Know. This one." That was pivotal. "So. Who would miss me to any degree never mind enough to start gushing about it, that I don't know? Who would so foolish or cocky to think I'm not scary and laugh?" His mask is not as bad as his mien but its still huge, ugly and menacing. "Bah. Mary saw solved that one by showing her favourite tools. Then the Russian sounding one, grabs the bold guy. The one unknown to all in this situation and tries to abscond with him." Right there in front of them. "Ah. We stopped that." Add it all together and the Ogre's mind had reached one conclusion. "Uh. Am I making sense?" It made sense to him but he had been there.