" - ah? well fuck you too!" spit and venom flies freely as Eris snarls down the hall. With a grunt she slams the door closed with enough force it bounces on the frame. "Fuck." She glares and presses it closed. Then locks it. Chain and deadbolt.
Life had soured for the three of them.
First it had been what lead them all onto this path. Things started looking up when they made their Escape together, landing their asses in San Fran. Being forced into a Motley by their Courts sucked...they were moving into Motley-hood on their own they didn't need orders. But politics. Then after the Pledge faded they were told-ordered-to betray each other and that just wouldn't stand.
So they protested. Loudly.
"That could have gone better." She comments dryly to her people, tail whipping back and forth.
The Courts didn't like that.
At all.
So they were out on their asses.
Banished.
Never to set foot in the Borders of Tenderloin again! Well they - meaning the important people in this telling - could have could have just packed up and left for another district of the great shit-hole that was this city's mess of rivaling Freeholds, and convoluted politics. But no. That shit sucked balls. And not in a fun way.
"On top of all the other shit we're dealing with I punched that bitch with the huge rack of antlers. The idiot calling himself Pan. He wanted in. In our Motley. Like this shit-storm's a game." She huffs, void black scaled, and tattooed arms cross. Thurisaz wafts down around her, replacing the myriad of Runes of her mantle with it's shape. "I don't fucking care if he is a Sage Escort. Like that's a reason to bring any one along."
So they were moving. All the way to Not Here. There was votes for LA, one for Vegas (hers) and a couple for elsewhere, so to compromise and to follow Dragon rumors they decided on Sacramento.
All they had to do was pack their shit, get the fuck out and make the Motley they always wanted to be.