[Mature]Werewolf: The Forsaken - Preludes

Max and Isaac exchange looks and then the elder Iron Master turns to the gathered uratha, “I think it is best if we let you young cubs sort yourselves out for a moment while we discuss how we will handle your training.”

They both leave, while Subtle Storm takes a seat in a chair opposite Ariella. A servant brings in a pitcher of water and several glasses with ice. She leaves just as quietly as she entered. The interior of the room has a Midwestern and rustic feel, everything is made of heavy oak, sturdy, and expensive.

Subtle Storm replies to Ariella with a winsome smile, “You are correct, the Pure, spirits, and even other Forsaken are all enemies you will have to look out for. That does not even include the Hosts… the ridden… and other stranger things that lurk in the darkness.”

“The Pure as skinheads… hah… not exactly but they hate all Forsaken just the same. I have never actually had an encounter with the Pure, but they are uratha but for some retarded reason they hate Luna and all things about us. My guess is that they are just crazy,” she shrugs.

Candace stands near the window, partly listening to the conversation and watching out for external threats.
 

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Ari sighs at the news. "Lovely."

She then turns and looks over at Piotr. "Lady, huh?" she asks, grinning.

""Actually, I'm a cop." She pauses, then adds ruefully, "Or was, last I checked. Which reminds me...maybe I should take today off..."

Piotr realizes on closer inspection that Ari, despite her youthful-looking face, is probably at the very least in her late teens and is more likely early twentyish.
 

"Police? That will help us," Piotr says, impressed, "I'll probably have to employ people to keep the store open if werewolf stuff takes up a lot of time."

Piotr's mistake, it seemed as though the cop, Drake and the artist were all around the same age. Early twenties, probably.

"I cannot take tomorrow off. I have a shipment of knives coming in and I'll need to sign for them," he laments.
 

"Shipment of knives?" Ari shrugs. "Whatever. I mean...seriously though...we just find out, on pretty convincing authority, that we're not human and you're going to let your...your...recieving schedule get in the way of working it out?" She grins and brushes a lock of hair out of her face. "Business first, I guess."

"Anyway...not to play camp counselor here, but we should probably at least know each other's names if we're going to be a...a pack." Abruptly she has to stop as little burbles of laughter escape. She covers her mouth and shakes her head, gasping, "Sorry...sorry...it just sounds so... I dunno. Cards come in packs. Cigarettes come in packs. Animals."

She's not smiling now, nor laughing. The hand she has over her mouth slides up to cover her eyes, and she rests her head in it. Without looking up she says in a much lower voice, "I'm Ari. I'm gonna need more time to really...get this."
 

"Well, its nice to meet you Ari." Faith says, plopping herself down on the couch next to the police woman. The pink haired teen puts her arm around her new packmate and whispers to her. "Are you going to be ok honey? This is all kind of scary, but I think we can get through this together. The two of us can show the boys how its done, what do you think?" she asks, trying to make the woman smile, or at least look on the bright side.

"Wow, you guys all make me feel so young, I guess we all know who the baby of this pack is going to be. A police officer, a store owner, a college student...you guys have it all together." Faith said, sounding encouraged. "That is all kind of spread out though...Candace...How does territory work? I mean I have school, and Ari has to patrol as a police officer and then Piotr has his store in the city..."
 

Shalimar said:
"That is all kind of spread out though...Candace...How does territory work? I mean I have school, and Ari has to patrol as a police officer and then Piotr has his store in the city..."
Candace speaks while looking out the window, “Territory is everything Faith. I can’t say how other packs will react, some may simply ignore your presence as long as you respect their claims, while others will do their damndest to force you out at their earliest convenience.”

She pauses, “In the end you will have to work with the packs that control those respective territories. Some may be understanding, others may not… this is something you will have to sort out for yourselves. We can help make that easier with what influence in the ape world we have… thankfully that arena is a specialty of the Silver Syndicate.”
 

Ari manages a halfway convincing smile, but it doesn't reach her eyes.

"Yeah...sorry about that. It's just a lot to take in. Just last night my partner was gunned down. I had to shoot a ten year old kid...now it turns out I'm a werewolf. I just feel like...I'm on this tightrope, and someone keeps shaking the damn rope. And every time it starts to settle down...bam..."

She takes a deep breath and abruptly asks of Candace, "Hey...do my parents KNOW about this? I mean, could they have warned me? Because there is one HELL of a big cellphone bill in my future if so."
 

Shayuri said:
She takes a deep breath and abruptly asks of Candace, "Hey...do my parents KNOW about this? I mean, could they have warned me? Because there is one HELL of a big cellphone bill in my future if so."
“My honest guess is that your parents don’t know dick about what is happening, and are probably just as ignorant as any other ape,” Candace replies. She pauses looking directly at Ariella with her predator eyes, “Chances are you need to tread carefully… the herd must not know, and that includes your parents.”

Candace turns back to the window, “Your family may have a uratha bloodline, and be simply ignorant of the fact.”
 

"You shot a kid?" Piotr said, not accusingly but sympathetically, "It doesn't go away. I knew a guy who did that a long time ago. He... how do you say it? Ate his gun, I think."

The Russian scratched his head and appeared lost in thought for a second.

"The things that lurk in the dark, who do I talk to about them?" he asked.
 

Ari gives Piotr an aggrived look and snarls, "Oh, that makes me feel a WHOLE lot better! Thanks! Oh, and want to know what makes it great? It wasn't even the kid's fault! Apparently some...like...spirit had possessed him, just to get to ME. So really, it's my fault all around, isn't it? And just to top it off, I killed the kid, but the SPIRIT got away. So don't even TALK to me about how hard it is, alright? Just...don't."

She pauses, then looks up at Candace, an odd look on her face.

"Can we find that spirit? And if we do...what can we do to it?"
 

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