[Mature]Werewolf: The Forsaken - Preludes
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Shalimar
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Faith smiles at Ari as she talks. "Maybe we can start with the five of us introducing ourselves? I'm Faith Larson, I'm a junior at Thomas Jeffeerson Highschool. I live with my parents in Hillside Heights." the pink haired grl says, trying to start things off, before she smiles encouragingly over at the guy who had been keeping on the outskirts of the group, probably just shy she thought. "Are you Isaac's son? What's your name? We never actually were introduced, actually I don't know anyone's names." she says indicating all of the new werewolves.
"You said the police scanner, are you a police officer? Cool...I have this ticket and I was wondering?" Faith asks Ari grinning impishly, "I'm kidding, I don't actually have my license yet." As the youngest, Faith was thinking that it would be easier getting to know each other if she broke the ice because adults could be kind of stand offish and kids weren't expected to know better most of the time. It was important to the pink haired girl that her pack get along the best it possibly could if they were going to have to rely on each other.
Festy_Dog
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Piotr nods in understanding as Max explains the situation. When the youngest girl, Faith, starts introducing herself Piotr starts thinking about how he would introduce himself. Very pretty girl, but far too young for him.
"My name is Piotr Fensk," he begins in his thick Russian accent, "I own and operate the camping supplies store downtown."
"My name is Piotr Fensk," he begins in his thick Russian accent, "I own and operate the camping supplies store downtown."
Graf
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"Hi," Camera speaks awkwardly. Between his hunched posture and squatting he's smaller than usual but he still takes up quite a bit of space.
"Yeah, I think he's my dad." he gestures toward Issac. "I've been to college, and some other stuff, but mostly I live with my mom, and draw. And I think I've been seeing us, or this," he gestures around the room vaguely, "for a long time."
"Yeah, I think he's my dad." he gestures toward Issac. "I've been to college, and some other stuff, but mostly I live with my mom, and draw. And I think I've been seeing us, or this," he gestures around the room vaguely, "for a long time."
"Aw bloody feckin' hell." One of the newcomers says in a boston-irish accent. He's in his early twenties, dressed in clean but used jeans, with long blond hair and bushy sideburns. He lugs a large guitar case around for one reason or another, and he's got a backpack slung over one shoulder.
"What's this? Werewolves anonymus? Hi, my name is Drake O' feckin' Connor, and this afternoon I pounded a uni student into pasty goo, nearly got kidnapped by the pure tribes, whatever that may be, got to know a complete retard who calls himself moriarty, and his charming friend baldy over here. Ah yes, and when we talked with another alpha the pure ones returned, next thing I know moriarty is removing a quite large blade from my stomach, Watson over there is spitting up pieces of whatever and evryone is anxious we've got to see this Roman guy, who probably is you. Pleased to feckin meet the lot of ya."
He says with some slight undertones of sarcasm.
"What's this? Werewolves anonymus? Hi, my name is Drake O' feckin' Connor, and this afternoon I pounded a uni student into pasty goo, nearly got kidnapped by the pure tribes, whatever that may be, got to know a complete retard who calls himself moriarty, and his charming friend baldy over here. Ah yes, and when we talked with another alpha the pure ones returned, next thing I know moriarty is removing a quite large blade from my stomach, Watson over there is spitting up pieces of whatever and evryone is anxious we've got to see this Roman guy, who probably is you. Pleased to feckin meet the lot of ya."
He says with some slight undertones of sarcasm.
Tokiwong
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Buzz hisses at Drake, “You watch your words jackass… Moriarty is my alpha not Snow, so much for the blessed vision of uratha unity. Max we don’t owe you no favors so I am out of here…” she flips off Drake, “see you on the streets Irish Spring.”
Buzz storms out.
Max Roman watches the interplay and then replies to Drake, “Well Drake, I am sure that your charming personality takes you far on the streets but I would prefer some decorum while in my home, my territory. I apologize if you think this is invasive but this is for your protection; you were lucky.”
Isaac adds, “The Pure could have gotten you, and I know that they would not be as forgiving or as helpful as we are. Max it looks like we may have to alert the packs to a possible Pure incursion.”
Max pauses, “Possibly.”
Isaac lets the matter go and focuses on the young wolves.
Buzz storms out.
Max Roman watches the interplay and then replies to Drake, “Well Drake, I am sure that your charming personality takes you far on the streets but I would prefer some decorum while in my home, my territory. I apologize if you think this is invasive but this is for your protection; you were lucky.”
Isaac adds, “The Pure could have gotten you, and I know that they would not be as forgiving or as helpful as we are. Max it looks like we may have to alert the packs to a possible Pure incursion.”
Max pauses, “Possibly.”
Isaac lets the matter go and focuses on the young wolves.
Ari gives Faith a lopsided smile and nods. "Yeah. I'm new on the force, but I'm on it. Assuming that the fallout from all this doesn't snowball and get me canned."
Whatever else she might have said is lost when the others enter.
"Quite a crew we have here," she says a little sarcastically when the drama's played itself out. "And yet another band of somethings that hate us. What's that make so far? Three? Spirits, ourselves, and now these...pure? What are they, werewolf skinheads?"
She chuckles at the thought. "Or would that be like...full body shaves?"
Wearily, Ariella plops into the nearest chair or sofa or similar implement of sitting.
"Sorry. I'm not really a bitch. I'm just feeling...stretched, trying to fit all this in. And I get the feeling there's a lot more we haven't even heard yet."
Whatever else she might have said is lost when the others enter.
"Quite a crew we have here," she says a little sarcastically when the drama's played itself out. "And yet another band of somethings that hate us. What's that make so far? Three? Spirits, ourselves, and now these...pure? What are they, werewolf skinheads?"
She chuckles at the thought. "Or would that be like...full body shaves?"
Wearily, Ariella plops into the nearest chair or sofa or similar implement of sitting.
"Sorry. I'm not really a bitch. I'm just feeling...stretched, trying to fit all this in. And I get the feeling there's a lot more we haven't even heard yet."
Shalimar
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Faith smiled at Drake before he opened his mouth, he looked well, cool. The Irish Uratha's speach dropped the good impression down a notch, and the content sent it into free fall. Insulting the people who had been helping her through the transition was not Faith's idea of a good move, especially since they could all undoubtedly break a cub over their knee, and regardless of age they were all cubs, it was weird to think of someone as old as Piotr as a cub, but there it was. If they really were going to be in the same pack, Drake would really have to mind his mouth, cursing wasn't the big deal, well if someone as powerful as Max was didn't have a problem with it at any rate, but getting into fights with people who wanted to help was...bad. Looking at it from his perspective he was probably scared about everything that had gone on and was pissing people off to try and feel like he was in control of something, a coping mechanism for dealing with all the weird 
, that or he was just nuts. To calm him down I need to give him an out, one that isn't just backing down.
"Drake, a pack is suppoused to watch out for each other and protect each other, so as a prospective packmate please becareful of who you piss off. You may have everything about being a Uratha figured out, but I surely don't, and I'm not as tough as you are. I need help understanding everything and I can do that by getting help from people that know more, but there isn't anything that says they have to help me, especially if we make them angry." the pink haired girl told her erstwhile packmate, hoping the deigning to help a teenage girl was a big enough salve to his ego. Starting a fight with this many influential Uratha seemed like a really bad idea, so smoothing it over was very much a goal for Faith.
, that or he was just nuts. To calm him down I need to give him an out, one that isn't just backing down."Drake, a pack is suppoused to watch out for each other and protect each other, so as a prospective packmate please becareful of who you piss off. You may have everything about being a Uratha figured out, but I surely don't, and I'm not as tough as you are. I need help understanding everything and I can do that by getting help from people that know more, but there isn't anything that says they have to help me, especially if we make them angry." the pink haired girl told her erstwhile packmate, hoping the deigning to help a teenage girl was a big enough salve to his ego. Starting a fight with this many influential Uratha seemed like a really bad idea, so smoothing it over was very much a goal for Faith.
Festy_Dog
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Skinheads? Piotr though to himself. If he remembered correctly that was a nickname for Nazis. His grandfather fought them. If the Pure were anything like them then Piotr's stance towards them would be an easy decision to make.
"And Sherlock," Piotr adds, placing a hand on Drake's shoulder, "I think my shop is in Moriarty's territory, so if we offend them they may take their anger out on it."
The other woman, probably not much older than Faith, was stunngingly attractive although still probably too young for Piotr. Everything reminded him that he wasn't young any more.
"So lady in sofa," he says, referring to Ariella, "What do you do?"
"And Sherlock," Piotr adds, placing a hand on Drake's shoulder, "I think my shop is in Moriarty's territory, so if we offend them they may take their anger out on it."
The other woman, probably not much older than Faith, was stunngingly attractive although still probably too young for Piotr. Everything reminded him that he wasn't young any more.
"So lady in sofa," he says, referring to Ariella, "What do you do?"
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