5/7/04
Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 50 degrees
Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric
pressure reading is 29.99 and steady, and the relative humidity is 93
percent. The dewpoint is 48 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius.)
Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (80% full).
Farmhouse: Kitchen and Dining Room
Homey is the first word to come to mind when looking at the farmhouse's
kitchen. Dark, wood-paneled wainscoting covers the walls to about waist
height, dark beige wallpaper continuing to the ceiling. Twin
refrigerators occupy the north wall, facing the large six-burner stove on
the south. The kitchen counter runs the length of the eastern wall,
broken only by the double-basin sink. Cabinets run above and below the
counter and a twin-pane window is set in the wall above the sink. A small
pantry is set into an alcove alongside the refrigerators, presumably
holding the deep freezer as well as shelves of dry goods.
Some twelve feet above the floor, a large chandelier hangs from the ceiling,
lighting the dining room and casting long shadows over the bar to the
kitchen. A long table occupies the center of the dining room, three
chairs setting along each side, and one on each end. On the west wall, a
large window looks out on the trees alongside the western pasture. Set
into the north wall is a large cabinet, its glass doors closed on shelves
containing a full compliment of fine china and glassware as well as a few
decorative nicknacks. On the east, a wide bar separates the dining room
from the kitchen.
An opening in the southern wall allows passage to the front entryway of the
house, while a sliding glass door in the kitchen opens to a clearing
behind the house.
"That," Megan spits, "headline does not say 'Bigfoot'. It says werewolves. And
it's happened *more* than enough around here, so much so that at one
point, we had an FBI agent as our unofficial guest because he found out
more than he should know."
A truck rolls on down the drive way, that not so nice one that Natalie owns.
And out of it, no sooner than the engine is off, is one Natalie and one
Joshua, the latter looking like he REALLY does not want to be there.
Still, they go inside, Natalie first, laptop in hand and headed for the
Kitchen. Josh follows duefully, not even looking in the general vicinity
of the Alpha, lest he incur her wrath. He mutters something really quiet
like to Natalie.
The back door creaks open and in comes Flash in jean cutoffs and SCCU t-shirt
and fake Birkenstocks. The Stargazer looks like he's slept outside for
the past couple of nights; he even has a barely-visible bit of blond
chin-fuzz.
"And there is only one guaranteed way of keeping people quiet." Trevor growls.
"This is not a good situation to be in. Do not suffer the veil to be
lifted. The next time I hear a Ragabash say the litany is irrelevant, I
shall personally beat them within an inch of their lives."
Flash's eyebrows rise; he enters just in time to catch Trevor's remark.
Wittily, he chirps up, "The Litany is irrelevant."
"Ah...yea...well...that would be a problem." Aidan looks towards those arriving
before settling his attention back to the topic at hand. "So you guys
don't know who it was that got caught on tape?" So long as it's not him
in trouble, he's not in the least bit worried. He looks to Trevor, brow
raising, "So...what...y'don't have to kill the people that saw them, do
you?"
"Bad idea, Flash," Nat growls, looking like a thunderhead - you know, the sort
with the lightning all potential and no realization. "Veil breach." She
jerks her thumb over her shoulder, perhaps as an invitation to let the
Metis scamper behind her to nominal safety, and continues to the others.
"Even better. It's made the 'net. I thought I'd have to be the one to
deliver the news. Megan-rhya," she adds, still holding onto the laptop.
Megan throws a scorching glance at first Natalie and Joshua, then Flash as he
arrives, but answers Aidan's first question at least. "No, not yet. But
I'm going to find out." To the three new arrivals, she points at the
paper spread out on the dining room table in front of Aidan. "Someone
fucked up," she says bluntly. "Do you have any idea of who was out there
last night?"
Joshua blinks at Flash's comment, shoulders dropping more than a few notches.
"Oh Scheisse." He mutters. Well, that's all from Josh! He starts to back
up and out, but catches himself and returns to his 'stock still' stance,
casting an edgy glance to Trevor.
Trevor turns on Flash, his eyes burning with anger. "GET OUT! Get outside so I
can beat you within an inch of your pitiful, shit-eating, life and then
poke you the rest of the way!" Aidan's question, and the entrance of the
two Walkers, goes ignored.
"'Zat a promise, sugardick?" Flash /did/ jump a bit at Trevor's outburst, but
his expression quickly turns into a carefully crafted and utterly
sincere-looking leer.
*clank* Aidan topples backwards on his no-longer-balanced chair as Trevor
explodes. Immediately he arches upwards, scratch-rubbing the back of his
head and climbs to his feet, embarressed but not willing to miss what may
suddenly happen between the Galliard and Ragabash.
Natalie tosses a wary glance toward Trevor and Flash, then ignores them to
cross over to Megan. "I don't, no. I can say who it likely -wasn't-,
though. Josh was talking to Jeremy; the two of them may have some, hmn,
ideas." She lifts a hand to beckon the Ahroun over to join her.
Megan slaps her hand flat-palmed on the top of the counter, eyes blazing as she
looks between Trevor and Flash. "THAT'S ENOUGH!" She pauses, then glares
at her tribemate. "Trevor, he's a fucking Questioner of the Ways, and
he's baiting you. Flash, shut the *fuck* up for two seconds right now, or
after Trevor is done with you, I'm going to let Aidan get sparring
practice on your unconcious self. And after he's done, I'm going to take
a turn." She doesn't so much ignore Natalie as want to make sure Trevor
and Flash back off.
Joshua starts over, instead, for Trevor, keeping his tone as conversational as
he walks over to the Galliard. "Uh, we think..." He starts reports
tensely, getting ready to pry bodies off other less healthy bodies as he
goes. Megan, quite naturally, ends that train of thought fast enough.
Trevor's gaze never leaves Flash, and he's practically frothing at the mouth.
"Well if he's baiting me, he'll get what he deserves then." But Megan is
his Alpha and Tribal Elder, whereas Flash is just Flash. So very slowly,
still simmering, the Galliard pushes his anger down. Luckily Josh
provides a welcome distraction. "You think...?"
Flash twitches at Megan's outburst, and the facade of irreverent, suggestive
mockery vanishes like a drop of water on a hot griddle. His head cocks
back to bare throat; without a word he retreats to a spot against the
wall.
Aidan grins, enjoying the tense situation despite the implications it holds; he
can't help it. Amusement is clear on his face, though he clears his
throat and does his best to appear serious as Megan takes charge of the
situation. The Ahroun's gaze lingers on Flash a moment before drawing
towards Joshua. He bends over and picks the chair up, listening intently,
his breakfast all but forgotten on the table.
Natalie keeps her head down, thanks, letting the Philodox deal with Trevor and
Flash. She slides the laptop onto the table and busies herself with
getting the thing up and running, letting Joshua explain exactly what his
thoughts are. She bares teeth at Aidan, the itchy rage demanding that
much outlet, at least.
"Settle it later," Megan agrees gruffly at Trevor, backing off some of her
anger, then after a look at Aidan, turns her attention back to Natalie.
"What have you got?" she asks the Glass Walker galliard, in a 'Lay it on
me' tone of question.
Joshua falls nice, quiet, and still as Megan Questions Natalie. Nope, no Ahroun
here. Josh is just a figment of your imagination. Honest.
Which, of coure, just serves to irritate Trevor. "What is it you think,
Joshua?" He repeats, one ear on Megan and Natalie and one ear on his own
conversation.
Dale, scowling as is typical, and moreso during the fat phases of the moon,
steps in through the back door. His mood is immediately tested by the
presence of so many others, particularly Flash, but he manages to refrain
from bloodshed as he hovers on the fringes of conversation.
In the front rooms, The staircase creaks lightly as someone makes their way
cautiously down it. No face appears in the kitchen, nor does a body exit
the front door of the house. Joey stays hidden behind the walls,
listening to what is going on.
Flash eyes Dale sidelong and stifles a smirk. Arms wrapped around his skinny
chest, he focusses on the conversation at hand.
Natalie's bared teeth only deepens the amusement to Aidan, who smiles
impudently right back. But the bout of immaturity is gone as soon as it
had come and the cub once again adopts his typical indifference, leaning
back against the chair, attention flickering between Natalie and Joshua
now.
"Joshuaaaa..." Nat growls at the Ahroun, letting Aidan's insolence slide. The
look she shoots him promises bushels of pain for future delivery, though.
Back to Joshua. "You and Jeremy," she enunciates each word clearly, "Had
something you wanted to tell Megan. What was it?"
Josh is back to muttering and mumbling, remembering all too well what happened
last time he spoke out of turn around Megan. Hesitantly, he says, mostly
to Trevor and Natalie, "Uh... I was just going to say that Jeremy is
working on the Web situation... 'n that we would have that down soon,
hopefully. And then we where thinking someone should talk Olga into
making a werewolf costume and someone could plant that in the woods...
since she sews and all..." Muter muter mumble. He shifts his feet around
slightly. "And, uh, I do not know who it is, only who it is not. 'd say I
could go down and sniff the area 'round where the photo and video was
taken, but... that would be dangerous, seeing how you got all those folk
out there now. The photo is..." Josh trails off, and shrugs, losing the
will to say any more than that. He looks, as usual, like he wants to be
anywhere but where he is. Surrounded by people. Some with Rank. On a full
moon.
Megan jerks her head negatively. "It'd take too long for someone to *make* a
werewolf costume, and they'd probably be able to tell that it hadn't ever
been worn or that it was new or something. Dammit, I wish we had a Red
Talon around," she mutters irritably, putting her arms on the counter to
curl her hands around the front edge, and leaning heavily on them as she
considers. "Knowing who it's not is useful. But I need to find out who it
*was*." She glances sharply at Natalie and Joshua. "Work on it with
Jeremy, especially if this got on the web, and take care of it. Natalie,
Trevor--pass word around. I want to know yesterday who this was, to find
out what they know about what got seen." She looks at Dale, then, and
snaps, "And what the hell do you want?" On the table in front of Aidan is
a newspaper, blazoning, 'Werewolves!', which might give some indication
as to the topic of discussion and Megan's mood.
"Perhaps, Megan-Rhya, that werewolf costume idea /could/ actually be useful. If
someone were caught wearing it, the whole thing would be dismissed as a
frat prank or the like. It would be very easy to set up, they let someone
see them, then when the people start running, they begin to chase,
'trip', and the head 'accidently' comes off." Trevor says thoughtfully.
"And since, to my knowledge, no criminal offence would have been
commited, there is little risk. Ideally, of course, this is where Kinfolk
come in. Far less risk if a Kin is the wearer."
In the front rooms, Joey chances a short, quick peek from around the corner
now, trying to glance in and see how many people are actually in there.
"A half-moon," answers Dale, steadfastly refusing to rise to the bait. Instead,
he moves over toward Flash, endeavoring to limit the Stargazer's means of
egress.
Flash doesn't look like he's intending to go anywhere. Muddy blue eyes widen
beneath the bleached-out and spikey hair; his expression becomes one of
guilelessness.
"I'll look into it," Nat promises, standing away from the laptop and gesturing
Joshua to it. "...You know where the file is, you show her." "--There's a
/slight/ possibility that is was a new Walker in town, Megan-rhya. I
don't think Leala's had a chance to talk to him yet, but under the
circumstances, I think it's best he get, hmn, 'officially' checked out.
Ashley sniffed him a couple of weeks ago - he was clean then, but nothing
can check for stupidity. I'll round him up and bring him out here this
afternoon, if you want?"
Joshua clears his throat, shuffling around the table again to the 'safety' of
his tribemate. If you could Call Natalie that. "The guy with the photo
was Brian Anderson." He offers so darn quietly it might be missed all
together. "That is who they said it was, anyhow..."
The tension is finally getting to the cub; he shifts position slightly, eyes
wandering over the current occupants, growing bored with the talk of
fixing the current problem at hand. A hand lifts to habitually run
through his long hair. In his gaze-wandering, he looks in time to catch
sight of Joey peeking around the corner, but doesn't comment on the girl.
Megan's eyes go hard at Dale's response, but she slews her gaze back to Natalie
and Joshua. "I don't need to see the video. Bring this guy out if you'd
like. The werewolf costume might work, but it'll take a lot of work. Cops
aren't stupid. The FBI isn't stupid. And our enemies with contacts in
both aren't stupid. I want to find out *who* this was, and take care of
it at the source. I expect the Glass Walkers and Kinfolk to do damage
control. Run any plans you have by me first, and if you need any
resources, let me know."
"No, cops and the FBI arn't stupid." Trevor agrees. "But who /really/ wants to
believe in Werewolves when there's a much more simple solution offered to
them? Our enemies and their contacts yes, but even they can only do so
much without revealing themselves or putting themselves in pretty
precarious positions." Dale's movement towards Flash is noted, and the
Galliard continues to watch almost...hungrily.
In the front rooms, Joey spots Aidan catching sight of her and quickly pulls
back behind the wall, her elbow thumping noisily against it.
"Noted," Nat says, stepping forward to give the laptop a quick shut-down and
snap it closed again. She hands it back to Josh without looking, then
clasps her hands behind her back once they're empty. "First thing to ask
is who's got black fur when they're big and hairy? Second is, who was out
there last night?" Her eyes drift over to Flash as well. "Occam's razor.
Simplest explanation is likely to be the one that's right. We give
this... Brian Anderson a guy in a werewolf suit, the normals will believe
him. That will get some of the heat off our backs."
Aidan smirks in the direction that Joey hides but still doesn't say anything in
regards to her. Arms crossing over his chest, he slouches, eyes glazing
over slightly. Sighing heavily, the cub picks himself up, picks up what's
left of his breakfast and the dishes, and crosses to the kitchen sink,
where he deposits them and makes to leave the general area without
excusing himself, unless stopped.
Joshua takes the laptop and starts to back out of the room, nice and slow like.
"I am going to go back to the truck now." He states simply to anyone
listening. "Uh... if anyone cares, anyhow..." He mutters off, taking the
opportunity to head out.
"Stay," Megan says through gritted teeth, notcing Aidan's attempt to sneak out.
"This may be boring the fuck out of you, but this is the kind of stuff
you may have to deal with if you make it to cliath, so fucking pay
attention and learn something." Then to Natalie, she says, "Then go ask
it, .galliard.," she says with a stress on the word. "You'll not find
your answers in here. Go do it." The dismissal could not be plainer. "And
get back to me. I'll be either here or in Kent Crossing on the phone most
of the day."
"I've black fur." Trevor replies, seemingly proud of this mark of true Fianna
breeding. "But I wasn't out there last night, so that's not really very
much help."
In the front rooms, Joey winces slightly at the hard tones the Elder is
offering, and does her very best to not get noticed again.
Flash scratches at an elbow, eyes shifting from Dale to Megan and back again.
He affects an air of nonchalance and pulls it off well.
Aidan has no choice but to stay, a fact he's obviously not pleased with. But
all he'll do to express such dissent is snort and cross his arms once
more as he leans back against the counter, jaw taut. Glowering at no one
in particular, the cub stares at a point on the ground before his bare
feet, listening.
Natalie looks as though she'd very much like to stay, but a dismissal is a
dismissal. "Yes, ma'am," she says instead, her eyes glossing over the
others before she turns and follows Joshua out.
Dale continues to keep to the edge of the room, though he's by now folded his
arms across his chest as he continues to wait.
"Aidan, don't make me smack you again," Megan says in an almost normal tone of
voice, catching his look, then looks at Dale and Flash. "What," she
states rather than asks flatly, a touch impatiently. She bites back on
what she seemed ready to say additionally.
Trevor says nothing, apparently waiting for the what with just as much
impatience as Megan.
Dale's expression tightens into a wry non-smile. "I'll make it simple," he
says, and lets his hands fall back to his sides. "This one --" he
indicates Flash with a jerk of his head to one side, "-- invaded my home
and stole a fetish, a spirit-weapon that was given me by my mentor. I
took this to Erika, but she doesn't feel equipped to deal with it." He
pauses, just for a moment. "I want back what was stolen from me; either
that or I want fair compensation. And I want the thief punished."
Flash unfolds his arms and scratches his chin, looking thoughtful and not in
the least bit guilty. One side of his mouth quirks upward.
Aidan bites back yet another impudent attempt at displaying how little he wants
to be here at Megan's warning. He looks towards Dale and then Flash at
the mention of thievery, interest perking at the new development.
In the front rooms, The same interest spurs Joey into peeking once more around
the corner. Her eyes search the room for Flash and stay there, watching
for his reaction. The rest of her, is tucked safely behind that wall
still.
Megan's eyes narrow to slits as she looks at Flash, then back to Dale. "I'm
going to make a strong guess here that since you don't have it right this
second, that there is some sort of problem with having it returned to
you. Flash?" she asks the ragabash, then waits.
Trevor smirks, watching even more interestedly now. Apparently this is where
Flash gets his, and that suits the Galliard fine right now.
Flash pauses, his eyes wide with candor. "Hmm. Well, you see, that's the thing.
I /was/ going to return it, of /course/ I was, but then I couldn't
remember where it came from! Very embarrassing, but typical for an idiot
like myself. So, I looked at it and, seeing the Fianna glyphs and runes
and such on it, I thought, ah ha, and took it to some people I know over
in Boston. And the man there seem to recognize it. Um, what was his
name?" He cocks his head, gaze wandering ceilingward. "D'Artagnan? Athos?
Porthos?"
Dale has returned to folding his arms across his chest. He doesn't have
anything more to contribute, at this point.
Anger suffuses Megan's feature even further. "*Fianna*, runes," she ennuciates
carefully, slewing her gaze towards Dale. She then looks back to Flash,
the fact that she is both thinking and holding her anger tightly in check
writ large all over her face. Finally, she asks him, "Why Boston?"
That takes the smile right off Trevor's face. Fianna runes. And Dale is a Get.
"Boston, eh? I remember Boston. Nice lads up there, one thing we can be
sure of is that it's in safe hands."
Flash frowns. "There /was/ a reason for that... oh! Oh, yes!" He smiles
broadly. "Because it used to belong to an elder of the Sept of the Iron
Oak. Back when it /was/ the Iron Oak, of course. That's what made me
think of Boston. Must have been. That and it's hard to find a bigger
collection of Fianna this side of the ocean, huh?"
At first, Aidan is a bit confused by the mentioning of Fianna runes. But then,
remembering his teachings concerning the tribes, comprehension dawns on
the young Ahroun who regards Dale now with a skeptic eye. After that, the
cub isn't in the least bit surprised to hear, at least so far, no mention
of the actual theft from Dale taking concern. He relaxes a bit more,
shaking his head slightly after looking upon Flash.
In the front rooms, Joey remains at the wall, head poking around it as she
listens and watches the goings on.
"*Used to belong*," Dale emphasizes, there, his expression having resolved into
a scowl. "It was won honorably, in battle, by my people. And *even if*
fuckface, here, considered it a huge injustice that this axe was in the
hands of a Fenrir, there's a right and a wrong way to deal with the
situation. Sneaking into my house -- *my* *house*, *my* *territory* --
and stealing my belongings is the fucking *wrong* way."
"Should I mention how /easy/ it was to steal?" pipes up Flash. He looks over at
the Get and shakes his head. "You're very careless. Really. Maybe you
weren't strong or cunning enough to have it."
Dale slides his gaze back toward the Stargazer. "You know," he points out, "I
promised I wouldn't kill you. But that doesn't prevent me from hurting
you. Badly. Every time I see you."
"Flash," Megan says, attempting to keep her tone even but there is an edge to
it, "if you open your mouth one more time this morning, in my presence,
without me addressing you, I may just rip your throat out myself and be
done with it." She levels a long look at the Stargazer. "You're still a
visitor and with no elder, you answer to me, and it reflects poorly on me
to have someone I've extended hospitality to acting in such a fashion."
She then looks over at Dale, and says "One might argue that your tribe
invading the Caern during a high ritual was anything *but* honorable.
But," she goes on before such an arguement could erupt, "That isn't for
me to decide. I think you should take that arguement up with the Fens."
Her teeth then grit with extreme distaste, and she gives Flash a
glittering look. "Since Flash is my guest, by my tribe's laws, I must
answer to his behavior. I will attempt to find and meet a justifiable honor price
to make up for it, *within reason*. And suitable punishment." The words
are dragged out of her, but for all their reluctance, there is sincerity
in it.
Flash, unfortunately, looks neither cowed by Dale's threats nor particularly
contrite over what he's done. But he does keep his mouth shut.
Despite everything he's heard about the Ragabash previously, Aidan is
developing a growing appreciation for Flash, as much as might be guessed
at by the growing smile on Aidan's face. Longing to comment, but keeping
his mouth shut, Aidan watches curiously, soaking in what has been
pronounced.
Feeling compelled to weigh in and attempt to support his Elder, Trevor says.
"Perhaps, Megan-Rhya, an acceptable recompense to Dale-Rhya for
your..guests sins, would be that we send a representative of our Tribe to
the Fens with Dale-Rhya, should he decide to go there, to express that we
did not condone the way in which the return of the item to its true
owners came about." Damn that /hurt/. It shows, too.
Dale straightens, here, mollified if not completely satisfied. He shares, in
the interests of everyone being on the same page, "It was a
moderately-powerful fetish. Something that couldn't be banged out in an
afternoon, or even a couple of months." Then, he drops his arms back to
his sides. "Obviously I have an interest in the punishment. You should
know that Signe's interested, too. It's our position that he's broken two
tenets of the Litany: he's weakened the caern's defenses by robbing one
of the sept's warriors of a spirit-weapon, and he's disrespected my
territory. As I said, I promised I wouldn't kill him over this, provided
he told the truth. And I'll keep that promise. But I don't think it would
be too harsh if he were Hunted."
In the front rooms, Joey raises her brows at the new term offered in the
conversation. Her eyes dart from the one who spoke them, to the one they
concern. She bites lightly on her lower lip as she, still, remains behind
the wall.
Flash blinks once at mention of the Hunt and manages to look a little more
serious. Maybe not quite serious enough. To his credit, he does keep his
trap shut.
Megan shoots a glare at Trevor which betrays her opinion of his suggestion,
then looks back at Dale. "I disagree that what Flash has done merits
death. *This*," and she jabs a pointed finger at the newspaper still
before Aidan, "might. I need time to think about it," she says, words
heavily clipped, "and I want to talk to Signe first. And I will need time
to think about repayment."
In the front rooms, Joey appears to be eavesdropping on the kitchen
conversation. She sits near the wall, with only her head peeking around
the corner.
While most of what Dale states is understood to the cub, Aidan is, perhaps like
Joey, unaware of one of the terms used. Brow raising, he glances to
Megan, half hoping to gain some sort of explaination at this point rather
than having to wait until after to question Adren.
In the front rooms, Dillen come tromping downstairs from the attic and spies
Joey. "Hey Jo. What's up?" As he suddenly goes quiet, seeing the crowd of
people in the kitchen. "Wow." He says quietly.
Shrinking slightly under Megan's glare, Trevor has nothing to say. It looks
like there's a lot he'd /like/ to say, but he's keeping quiet.
In the front rooms, Joey lifts her finger to her lips, making a shh noise.
"Listening to the elders talk, ya know, trying to learn." This said with
a rather, hopeful tone to it. She waves the other cub closer, then nods
in with a whisper.
In the front rooms, Dillen does come closer, settling in next to Joey and
listening at the door.
Dale shrugs his shoulders diffidently. "I guess that's up to you," he answers
Megan, leaving the specifics of the Stargazer's punishment in her hands.
"Regardless, I hope you'll make an example of him somehow; he's pretty
unapologetic, and doesn't seem easily shamed."
Flash opens his mouth to respond to Dale's remark, then claps a hand over it.
He looks amused.
"He's a mule," Megan says in a derogatory tone, "and a ragabash. It would be
very hard to shame him any further than that."
In the front rooms, Dillen blinks a little bit and looks up at Dale, pondering.
"Don't let's forget the fact his Tribe were clever enough to leave him here."
Trevor adds in. "Although given that they also left /us/ here, perhaps
that dosn't say all that much."
Dale concedes that point with a nod, and clarifies, "Which is why the usual
less-than-death punishments probably aren't going to be very useful.
That's all I'm saying." Another shrug of his shoulders, and he says,
"Look, I know there's bad blood between your tribe and mine, especially
over the shit that happened in Boston. And frankly? I'm sorry that you
got run off land that you were protecting. I wouldn't've had any part of
that, had I been around back then. But here's what I can tell you: my
mentor honorably defended that axe against challenge for as long as I
knew him. He gave it to me as a thank-you for saving the life of one of
his Kinfolk. And if fuckface had challenged me for it, I would have
defended it honorably, just like my mentor had done."
Megan's jaw tigthtens, and by the flash in her eyes, she surpresses what she
might have initially said. Instead, after that moment, she says gravely
with a nod made quick by that effort, "I will take that point into
account."
Flash folds one arm across his chest and uses it to prop the other. His hand's
still over his mouth, covering it.
Dale nods one more time, takes a step back, and heads outside.
In the front rooms, Dillen looks to Joey and heads out the front door of the
house.
In the front rooms, Joey decides to follow the other cub and quickly makes her
get away to the front.
Megan looks over at Flash as Dale leaves, and lets out an explosive breath.
"Flash, I understand the role of the ragabash and so I'm willing to grant
you some latitude. I think you're one of the better ones I've encountered
as a Questioner. But, there is a line. And you crossed it today. You
brought dishonor on *me* by your actions, and I don't appreciate it. And
mouthing off at inappropriate times, and yes, it *was* inappropriate, and
you damn well know it, compounds the problem. Get out of here," she
orders. "You're going to have an instrumental role on paying him back for
this. But if we discuss it more right now, I might very well give Dale
what he wants. You've shamed me."
"Oh, and Flash." Trevor smiles over at the Ragabash. "Next time, someone I
actually respect may not be around."
Flash manages to look appropriately chastened by the Adren's words, though it's
impossible to say whether this is sincere or another act. The audience
may draw their own conclusions. He simply shows throat, giving the
gesture over to Trevor as well as Megan, and slips out the back.
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