An Edgewood Full of Get

[dagny]

W h o: Dagny, Emma, Jacey, Owen, Norman (Briefly)
W h e n: 7pm 4.11.2012
W h e r e: Edgewood House
W h a t: Seeking a few familiar faces, Dagny finds herself at Edgewood, only to walk in on a group of Garou hovering around Jacey. Dag learns that these are her tribemates,

...

 

Norman washes his glass out and sets it to dry as the two are talking, re-emerging in the doorway. His eyes flick, not to Jacey but to Emma, measuringly, and then he nods. Giving no sign to Jacey at all of even recognition, let along encouragement (although it seems to be a deliverate attempt to ignore her, not an omission), he makes for the door out. "I have things to do."

 

Jacey shakes her head, though her gaze remains steady on the Adren. "The backing of a tribe," she offers. "Maybe the deeper understandings I might've learned as a cub. Confidence. Where do you find me lacking, Emma-rhya?"

 

Owen seems about to grab his boots by the door, but something else catches his attention. Instead he pauses there, hand out to grab the boots but not quite reaching them.

 

Emma presses forward, and although she may not be much bigger than the other, the Adren Ahroun seems suddenly larger of posture by seeming attitude alone. A very subtle nod is given, "What do -you- lack whiner? Say it again. And get it right."

 

The rumble of an engine approaching sounds outside. It grows louder and louder until the pitch changes slightly, and then it abruptly winds down as the vehicle it's stuffed in is turned off. The door creaks and out steps a woman of average height with short hair. Taking the short walk to the back door of Edgewood, she pauses before opening the door, seeing figures through the window. The door opens in time for her to hear Emma behaving aggressively at Jacey. Dagny doesn't bat an eye at the pair. However, when she focuses on Owen a brow goes uuuuuuuuuuuuuuup on her forehead.

 

Jacey doesn't seem to notice the new arrival, surely she ignores the entrance as much as she has the Jarl at this point. She stares up at Emma without retreating, studying the Ahroun in silence for a long moment. "Confidence," she states finally. "I lack confidence."

 

Owen grunts, possible at something heard, maybe because he decides to stand back up and leave his boots where they lay. He returns to the kitchen sink, this time to fetch a glass of his own. The back door gets only a cursory look towards the latest arrival.

 

Emma meets the ronin's eyes. "Without confidence, you'll amount to nothing. The greatest of redwoods start off as a seed, opened only by the heat of the fires that test their ancestors. As it grows, it must trust that it will withstand the wind, and drought, and the same fires that gave it birth... these are the tests it will face. Just as you are." She pauses though, demeanor loosening noticably. "There is a huge difference though, between confidence, and cockiness. Without confidence, you cannot have an indomitable will. That's what I require of you, if you wish to be a daughter of Fenris. No excuses, no long list of wrongs done to you, no confession of others failures. You pave this path for yourself and you forge a spirit of determination in that heart of yours, that will stand against any obstacle, because there will be plenty- that I promise." She watches the ronin for reaction. "Not to please me, not to impress Owen, not to prove to the other tribes that you matter. You do this for Gaia, and for yourself." A longer pause now, "Can you?"

 

Jacey keeps a steady gaze on Emma, a force of will possibly in play to continue meeting the Adren's gaze. But far from afraid, she's determined, a small crease formed in her brow while she listens to the other speak. "Yes, Emma-rhya," she answers, "I can. I will."

 

Despite the raised brow at Owen before he trundles to the sink, the rest of the new arrival's features are fairly schooled. Interest shows as Emma continues to speak, and understanding blossoms into a silent 'oh' on Dagny's lips when the Ahroun drops the 'F' word. Stepping fully into the house, kicking off her flip flops, she walks past and behind Emma to look around the various hallways, still remaining within ear shot of the main conversation. She looks back to see Jacey staring at Emma and answering. An amused 'hnn' escapes her.

 

Owen fills his glass with water before moving on to the fridge toget some ice. That done, he returns to the sink, glass in one hand while the other rests on the countertop, as he bides his time just now looking out the rear window.

 

Emma gives a faint nod. "If your will and that of fate herself come to meet, then I will be watching you. Should the Get of Fenris accept you, and Fenrir himself find honest courage in your soul, then your actions, words and unspoken thoughts will reflect on the whole of this tribe. If I find it disgracing us, or staining of noble reputation, I will be /very/ displeased." A hand comes out to clasp the girl's shoulder. "As the jarl is here, then he'll know that I've found you worthy... at least in oath, to be considered by the tribe." Then she leans in, more quietly now, meant only for the Galliard, "And I want you to hang out with me, often, so that we can get off on the right foot."

 

"Yes, Emma-rhya," Jacey says, continuing to look up at Emma a moment longer. She nods to the Get's words, finally allowing her gaze to settle somewhere lower before she turns slightly to regard Owen and Dagny.

 

Dagny watches the rest of the exchange with definite interest. There's the faintest hint of a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. "You must be Jacey. Interesting." Her eyes switch to Emma. "You, I do not know yet, but I will." Turning to look at Owen, her jaw squares. "Are -you- Owen?"

 

Owen takes a drink from hs glass before leaving it in the sink and turning around to face the rest, most notably the one that just addressed him. He paces forwards towards the group, standing up as straight as ever, peering now at Dagny. "Yes. And you?"

 

Emma gives the faintest little smile to Jacey, then clears her throat and turns to look at the others. "Oh uh. Um hey. Sorry. Sorta a ... thing we had to take care of." She looks to the newcomer and cants her head, "Emma Mahler, Adren M-" a ring of a cell phone goes off and she frowns at it, "Dammit. Sorry." Taking the call, the first thing anyone and everyone can hear is the shrill tantrum scream of a toddler in the background. "Ahhh, I gotta go take this. Back in a bit." She excuses herself to the upstairs, and likely then the garage, to deal with Crying Baby at Volume 11.

 

"Ah, good! I have something for you at Brownstone." She chirps before answering his question. "I am Dagny, Spear-of-Huginn. Adren and Skald under the Fenrir banner, hailing from the Sept of Seven Hammers.. and the Hidden Walk." Turning fully toward Owen, she lays her right hand across her chest and dips her head forward with a slight tilt. "Duties to the Jarl of the Hidden Walk Get."

 

Jacey glances toward Emma, not when her phone rings but when it's answered and the shriek comes through in a tinny echo. She winces slightly, watching the Adren head for the stairs, then looks toward Owen and Dagny again. She stands by quietly while the other Galliard offers an introduction, waiting until she can offer her own.

 

Owen raises an eyebrow at the start but otherwise listens in silence, that implacable frown making him look as stern as always. "Owen Hollsinger. Wildfire, Gifted of Fenris. Adren Modi and Jarl of the Fenrir. Formerly a child Fenris, Weasel, Black Unicorn, Wyvern, Hrafn, and twice of Wolverine. Rited in the Sept of the Sentinel but once and again full member of the Sept of the Hidden Walk, once the Wheel Renewed, where I stand as guard outside of the Guardian Pack. Grandson of Ule Gathering-Storm Hollsinger, Skald and warrior of the blitzkreig then later hero of the retaking of Dresden, himself a great grandchild of Otto Dragon-Thane Von-Heisling, Modi during the rise of Prussia. My deeds are many and, as a Galliard, Adren of the Nation, I won't have to list them for you." While he gives his introduction, he seems to stand a little taller, perhaps a touch more on the looming, impressive side. "Why are you here?"

 

Dagny's expression and demeanor do not change. She is respectfully silent as the Modi details his heritage, unblinking eyes on his face. A knowing grin tugs one corner of her mouth as he decides not to list his deeds. At last, his question has her rallying from her role as listener. "The Hidden Walk is my birthplace. Four years past I made pilgrimage to Svalbard. I have returned to lend my renewed strength to the Walk and to uncover a truth. If you require chiminage, I am willing and ready."

 

Owen eyes the other for a few, possibly uncomfortable, moments of silence, apparently weighing something mentally. "Chiminage, indeed. But not until after a true guardian has you tested."

 

"Jacey Cox," the girl replies without pause. "Called Path Finder until I've earned my name. Cliath Galliard, and Ronin. And Javen-rhya taught me mentored me in my auspice."

 

Owen recites a short list of names of those that act as Guardians capable of sniffing her out. He seems to be paying Jacey no mind at all, as though she's possibly not there. "Jacinta is the Warder now. And Little Silvertip is our Alpha. I will hear about you soon enough and decide then if I need to dash your head on a rock or give you a duty to perform."

 

"Path Finder. Fitting." Dagny eyes the Cliath up and down, giving her a thorough look before simply nodding. She appears to be thinking when Owen speaks again, this time with more aggressive tones. The Skald turns and looks at him with the same studiousness she had stared at Jacey with. After a moment of chewing her lip, she nods. "That could be fun. I don't think I've fought anything as small as you for a while. Maybe you'll surprise me."

 

Jacey meets Dagny's gaze for a moment, that same look she'd given Emma earlier. When the Skald turns away, the Ronin's gaze lowers and she opens her mouth to say something. Whatever had been on her mind goes unsaid as Dagny speaks again, mouth closing slowly.

 

Owen sucks on a tooth for a moment. "You're a guest here. Don't wear it thin, or I /will/ shit you off a cliff." There is apparently no humor left in Owen right now. He lets that sink in before he turns back around and heads back into the kitchen.

 

"Actually, I'm a local. Just been on an extended vacation. If you're referrin to the Sept, that is. If you mean Edgewood, Frankie's a good friend of mine." Dagny replies in swift succession, continuing to lean against the counter. She glances sideways at Jacey, her right ear twitching. "How long ago did you pass your Rite of Passage, GPS?"

 

MINDSPEAK: << A gentle tap on the door to Jacey's thoughts can be felt moments before a somewhat far away and amused voice says, "I had wanted to meet you in a more casual setting than this. I wasn't expecting the new Jarl to be so.. Well." >>'.

 

"Nearly two years ago, Dagny-rhya." Jacey darts a glance after Owen, then looks toward the elder Galliard. There's a touch of hesitation, a slight tilt of her head before she speaks again. "If I keep waiting for the right time to pass a message without interrupting, it'll never happen," she offers in explanation before calling after the Jarl. "Owen-rhya. I've been asked to let you know when I saw you, Viv-rhya has returned from her trip."

 

MINDSPEAK: <<Hesitation follows before Jacey's response comes. "He's angry with me. And I'm slightly surprised that you already know about me.">>

MINDSPEAK: << "Frankly, from the looks at him, he's probably angry at everything. And I know your name from Javen. She was my trainee, and I saw her when I returned to the city yesterday. She mentioned that there was a cliath renouncing tribes to gain favor of Great Fenris. Good for you, I say." >>'.

 

Owen snatches up his boots, shooting both Galliards a look, the Ronin's being exceptionally short. "Guest. Until the Guardians and I say otherwise." He then, without another word, turns and makes his way outside.

 

The most minute of smirks trips at the corner of Dagny's mouth at Owen's response. She watches him depart before turning back to Jacey and picks up an ongoing conversation. "Well. Path Finder. If you find yourself in need of help or advice, you are welcome to come to me. And also to Brownstone. I make pancake breakfasts on Sundays. I'd like get to know you better. For now, it looks like I have to go get checked for Wyrms. I'll catch you later." She moves forward, patting the girl on the shoulder and favoring her with a genuine smile before finding her shoes and departing.

 

Jacey glances toward Dagny, though there's little expression about her. Perhaps just acceptance for the path she's on. "Stay safe, Dagny-rhya," she offers, watching the elder Garou until she's left before finding her glass of water and cleaning up after herself.

I'll admit, I was hoping the Jarl would still be Mia. It has been a long while, though. Either way, this 'Owen' character seems to be a bag of hot air so far. Pretty sure no one in Get Country's ever heard of him. Shoulda said that. Oh well. Time to find Silvertip.