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dagnyW h o: Aaron, Dagny, Emma, Riley
W h e n: Afternoon, 4.16.2012
W h e r e: Bawn, then Edgewood.
W h a t: Emma hears noises at the edge of the Bawn. Finds Dagny, in hispo, battling some vines which, Emma soon learns, have stolen Dag's book. Introductions are made. The two Get women decide to meander back to Edgewood for some booze and talk. They find Aaron and Riley there.
There's no shortage of growling and gnashing and rumbling coming from the edge of the Bawn. Curious onlookers will note a giant mass of brown fur and scars battling with a troupe of nasty vines that do their own thrashing. A big Garou in hispo form is serving as a supernatural weed-whacker for the moment, cursing in several different languages, one of which is Mother's Tongue. ~Hel take you, damn spinach!~
It's hard to tell if it was the cursing or the weed-wacking that brought the Ahroun out of the house. She steps closer, head tilting and eyes trying to focus in on the other before getting /too/ close. ~You okay?~ comes the very gruff and awkward homid-formed mother's tongue question from Emma.
Distracted for a moment, the brown hispo turns to look at Emma, both ears pinning forward. There are a few scores from thorns over the brown's nose, and another appears when a vine smacks her for being distracted. With a throaty grown uneven teeth strike out and snatch the vine. She backs up several paces and tugs -hard- until the vine snaps off and slows to limpness in her mouth. Spitting it out, the hispo sits back on her haunches and glowers at the brambles, spitting out thorns. ~Yes. It stole my book.~ There's a thick snort left toward the vines before she approaches the woman. Within a few steps, the hispo fades into a stocky woman rubbing the bridge of her nose to fleck of blood. "Sorry. It was a good book. I was in a great part of it. Stupid plants." She turns and arches a brow. "You're Emma, right?"
Emma considers the other, then eyes the forest. "You were reading a book out here? Or?" A little half grin comes up then and she gives a nod, "Yeah. Emma Mahler. You were at the house the other day, when that whole crowd was there... with Jacey?" A pause, "Sorry I didn't get a chance to say hi. Things were pretty hectic that day."
"Yea. This is the closest I can get to the Caern and the buriel grounds, so I bring my book out here sometimes." Despite not looking directly at Emma right now, the brawny woman can feel the strange look she's getting. The introduction, though brief, brings her to eye the smaller woman. "Aye, that was me. Interesting kid." Clearing her throat, she offers, "I am Dagny, she who Fells the Wyrm with the Spear of Huginn, daughter of the Blackbird's Cry. I fought alongside Thorvalis, he who Breaks the Chain that Binds the Great Wolf, Jarl of the Sept of the Seven Hammers in Norway. I am born of the Hidden Walk, forged under Gaia's Singing face, ranked third among warriors of the Nation."
Emma grins at that. "Welcome home then. We must have just missed each other here, like two ships passing in the night. Was rited here too, but left for a time. Emma Mahler. Heart of Fire Forges the Stone Spirit. Adren Modi of the Get." She comes forward to reach a hand out, offering a shake of greeting. "What brought ya back here?"
Dagny reaches forward as well. Her hand passes the other woman and instead grips her fore arm in a friendly shake that brings her closer. "Well met, Emma." Dagny takes a moment to study the other woman's face. "I was here in.. two-thousand eight. I left for Norway in oh-nine." There's a twitch of memory and her brows furrow. "Wait.. You're not Emma of Emma and Signe, are you?" The question to her return seems to fall by the wayside for the moment.
Emma takes the arm and grins, but that grin is short lived. At the quesiton, she bursts into a wide smile and laughter. "That sounds like we became some renown comedic duo or Vegas act or something. But yeah. Actually. Signe was my mentor when I was a kid here. Packed with her for a long time. She left, I took over Havoc, and ... then I chased after her. Went down to the Amazon and spent the last five years fighting with her down there." A pause. "You know her, or, ok, I give up, how'd you come to know about the two of us?"
"I musta come here like right after you left or something, cause the Get that were here when I arrived were still talkin' about you guys. Shit, when I moved into Brownstone, I think some of Signe's stuff was still there, even." There's a clear kind of excitement of piecing the puzzle together. Dagny's demeanor changes from RAR GET INTRO to some kind of joy. "Damn, what a small world! And now you're back too!" Then the question of why Dagny is back seems to become relevant again. "Me, I.. Well, this is kind of home. I just got a weird feeling like I needed to come back for a while."
Emma nods, grinning. "I get that. Totally. I had other reasons too, and it was hard as hell to leave Signe but it was time to come home." SHe considers the other. "Funny. I've been avoiding the Brownstone. Viv's there. And it just felt... well it wasn't the place it was when I was there last. It was like going back to the house you grew up in, but knowing two new families had come and gone through there. Been mostly loafing. Well, when I'm not at my mom's house." A pause. "God I hope it was all good things they spoke of."
"Viv?" There's a name the Galliard seems familiar with. She glances away, in the direction of town. "I never had trouble with her. Kinda bossy and bitchy, but that's.. kind of normal. But I know what you mean. After Dillen gave me the keys and left, the newcomers kind of.. The spirit of the place changed. It's part of what made it easier to take that trip to Norway." The pause makes Dag look back and she laughs. "S'all I ever heard, anyway. Aside from Javen, Jamethon, and now Viv.. There's no one still here from the Tribe that would even remember me." Shaking her head a moment, Dagny plants her hands on Emma's shoulders and gives her a very long, hard look. "You. Are way too cute to be Fenrir. How the hell did that happen? We're s'posed to be big ugly brutes."
Emma laughs at that. "What are you on about? If you mean I'm lacking all the gashes, grime and gritty bits... well, I dunno." She grins a bit at that. "You wanna go clean up and grab a beer?"
Dagny beams a lopsided grin at the offer and nods. "You bet your ass, only.. I brought back awakened Mead with me. Unless you really -want- beer, then that's fine too." She begins to walk back toward Edgewood.
Emma quirks an eyebrow. "You went all north and cold and full of thick Get heritage... and I went and sweated my ass off with a bunch of Furies. Opposite ends of the earth girl. I'll take some of your mead, and after that, we'll need some of my Columbian coffee to fix us up." She starts walking back toward the house, "Too cute. Hah. You best not be saying cute like, cute little Pomeranian. I might be packaged like a Jack Russel but I got the heart of a German Shepherd on the inside."
Dagny makes a sound that suggests that Columbian coffee may just be the sexiest thing on the planet. "You are so on." At Emma's questions, Dagny puts her hands up, "Hey, man! I'm not stupid. I know better than to think that shit. I just meant that most the Get I've been hanging out with the past few years look like they've all been run through cheese graters." With a laugh, Dag hops up the steps and into Edgewood proper.
Aaron nearly jumps off the couch when Riley speaks loudly near him. Good thing that it isn't his moon or things might have gotten pretty ugly. Instead, Aaron unflatteringly tumbles off the couch and onto the floor. He lies with his back on the floor, head towards Riley as he attempts to get his bearings straight. The Gnawer is not even sure what the woman said that awoke him but he stares at her for a moment before giving a puzzled look. 'Um, you look familiar,' he whispers, repeating her words.
Riley's reaction is obviously far, far more mellow. One of her brows simply quirks higher than the other, and she tilts her head to the side. "You look familiar, but I really can't place why." She states, at a far more even tone, though a hint of a smirk is tilting up one corner of her mouth.
Emma enters the back door with Dagny and smiles again. "I've had my close shaves. A few that could have left me looking like I lost a battle with a combine. But. I tend not to keep my scars unless they were part of something I consider growth, spiritual kind of growth. Got a good one on my belly. And my back has a giant Harpy Eagle on it." She laughs.
Riley pages: For those just arriving, Aaron is in a heap on the floor by the couch right next to Riley, who is looking down in amusement after having startled him off of said couch.
"The differences between one Get and another are actually really fascinating. I've met a few from other parts of the country, each one has their own idea of what being Get really means. If it weren't breachy as fuck, I'd be tempted to write a book or something." Dag kicks her shoes off, retrieving a leather satchel from a hook near the door. Leading the way in toward the living room she pauses upon seeing the pair. Aaron, on the floor, and Riley looking triumphant. Blink. "Riley, are you fucking with peoples' heads again?"
Aaron sits up, grunting as he does so and mirrors Riley's pose, sitting indian-style. He reaches out his hand towards her, inviting a handshake. 'Aaron Knight, Lionheart, Warrior-Moon of the Children of the Rat and Fostern-Rank.' Anyone looking at Aaron probably would have a hard time not noticing the huge scar running down from his ear to below the neck line of his teeshirt. He looks up at Dag, 'No disrespect, ma'am but I deserved it.'
"Aw, not with their heads. Just their heart-rates, mostly." Riley murmurs, glancing Dag's way with a proud, amused look painted clear on her features. She cranes her head to one side as the hand is offered, and she squints. "It's really itching my brain. Feel like I've seen you somewhere before." She squints, and shrugs her shoulders, extending her hand and grasping it easily. "Riley Larson, Evac, Fostern of the Glass Walkers. Sorry about the scare. Didn't think you'd take such a tumble."
Emma had grabbed two bottles of water before making her way into the room with Dagny, and she too stops to look at the goings on. "Ah moon wanes and everyone gets playful. Nice." She nods to Aaron, and then to Riley, thoughtfully considering them both before offering up a simple, "Emma Mahler. Heart of Fire. Adren Ahroun of the Fenris." She glances back to Dagny, "Tell me about it. Honestly, half the time, any one that doesn't have /my/ ideals of Gethood down, tends to piss me off."
"Damn, self depreciating, too. Go easy on 'im, Riley, you might break 'im." More introductions. The Galliard can't help but laugh a bit. "At this rate, I'm just going to record myself giving my name and shit on my cell phone and hit the play button when I meet new people. So many new faces." Emma's honesty is given an appreciative nod. "I met a lot of Get like that. Tell you what, I learned to keep my ideas to myself on Svalbard. If any of them found out I was willingly teaching shit to a metis they'd probably skin me - and that's even after I've shed blood with them. Very.. not progressive, them." Dagny pulls a giant, hand-crafted wine skin out of the pack before plunking into a single-person arm chair. "You two mind if we crash here in the living room? You're welcome to share some of this if you want. It's mead." She indicates the skin she holds.
Aaron scratches his head and looks between the two Get and then back to Riley. 'Ah!' he whispers as loudly as he can, almost like he rembers her, then he goes on. 'I am supposed to meet you to talk about joining your pack... well, Ishmael, Slug, and your pack.' There pause between other conversations. 'I play nice almost always, ma'am.' Aaron replies to Emma with a flashy smile of white teeth. 'No need getting all angry and bitter at each other when we have bigger fish to fry, y'know?' He never stops speaking in anything louder than a whisper, which sign-language is habitually included. He tips his imaginary cowboy hat at both Get-ladies. 'Nice meetin yah both' He looks back to Riley. 'And you too, of course.'
It's not until the sign-language starts getting pulled in to the picture that Riley abruptly snaps her fingers, and claps a hand to her forehead, laughing her head off. "Oh, no /way/. You're that guy from last month. The guy with the shitty taste in beer." She forces her hand into the Gnawer's and gives it another firm shake, both brows lifted in utter amusement. "Seren-fucking-dipity. Didn't even figure you for Garou." She rises, and brushes herself off, frowning slightly at mention of her pack. Clearing her throat, she's about to say something when Dagny mentions booze. She immediately takes keen interest. "Mead? Awakened?" The second word has a rise of clear anticipation.
Emma chuckles. "It's the getting angry and bitter at eachother part that pisses me off with the Get. Don't like seeing the tribe dis the other tribes. And I stand up pretty fast to point that out. Which makes them pissy at me. Which makes me pissy at them. It's an awkward love-hate hexagon-octagonal thingy." She drops down on the seat and leans back. "Yeah, female Get in abouts where you were. Can't imagine that was fun."
Something that Aaron says has Dagny's interest. "Ah, so you're the one Izzy was talking about. Seems we have something in common, concerning Skywire." There's a knowing smirk and a raise of the brow for the Gnawer, now. Riley's question earns her a -look-. "I just came back from the homeland. What do you think?" Once again, Dagny focuses on Emma. After uncorking the wineskin and taking a drink, she hands it over to the Modi. "It wasn't so much that. Well, it was at first. Upstart Cliath with a bunch of radical ideas challenging the way they think and act. They didn't like that much. I made a few friends but plenty of enemies. After a while, they got used to me, though. Learned not to step on me right quick." She props her feet up on a table and asks of the Modi, "How'd the Furies down that way take to you? Bet it felt more like home than the Get."
'I drink shitty beer for a good reason,' Aaron replies to the Glass Walker. 'Among the Gnawers it's called Rite of Guzzlin' Brew.' He leans back and gives Riley a once over before grinning at her. 'I've gotten pretty good at passing off as being normal... while I was in Texas, I had all the kin girls all over me.' He drifts off into a daydream for a moment before he pulls his thoughts back to reality. 'Truth be told, I'm actually already part of this Sept well, I never left it. Just been gone for awhile like five years.' The Gnawer shrugs his shoulders. Then, he looks up to Emma. 'Haters are gunna hate. That's the truth to it you want to be respected, you've got to respect others.' To Dag, he replies with a smile, 'Then, I'd be honored to pack with you.'
The Glass Walker damn near gets whiplash at Dagny's mention of Skywire. She blinks several times, and it's only Dagny's jab about her question that gets the ragabash back on track. "Well, good. Maybe I'll actually feel a buzz without having to shotgun liquor. That'd be a change," She snorts, "'Damn nice one." She trains her focus back on Aaron, then, tuning in for him to start fantasizing about kinfolk. She gains a bad pokerface, weakly grinning. "Yeah. I have that problem /all/ the time." The sarcasm is rampant.
Emma grins a bit as she waits for the mead to get passed over. Once she has it, she takes a sniff first. "This is gonna knock me on my ass. Just sayin." A swig is taken and she closes her eyes to savor it more fully, nodding in appreciation. When it's handed back she continues, "S'true Aaron. I just have a hard time letting go of the bone. Anyway. Amazon and the Furies. Well, it helped that Signe was there a bit before me. She'd paved the path a bit. But when one of my old packmates from here ended up following me down... a male, metis Shadow Lord, and I went to bat for his right to stay on. That ruffled some feathers.
"It better. I brewed it three years ago when we had some Fianna visiting. They awakened the whole damn batch. I've got at least another three barrels being imported." Dagny seems to miss the look Riley gave her at first. Or did she? The Skald shoots Aaron a look as he starts in on Kin. And then snorts enough to give herself a few coughs when Riley offers her own flavor to the conversation. For the time being, Dag keeps her conversing to Emma. The other two have things they need to discuss, and she won't interject entirely. "See, that's something that I'm not entirely sold on. I understand, as a female Garou in a male dominant tribe, the need to assert myself and be respected -as- a Garou. But the reverse sexism bit just kind of.. I guess I don't get it. Seems counter productive. Actually started working with a male Fury metis kid when I got here. He's a Cliath, but I'll be damned if he doesn't act like a cub around -everyone-, in terms of carriage and self-worth."
'I guess it is up to you to ingrain your logic into your cub's heads,' Aaron grins and takes a look at the mead being passed around. 'The sept I was visiting was primarily Uktena and Fianna, they were either into smoking weird shit or drinking it.' The Gnawer leans in and lightly jabs at Riley. 'Haha,' he replies in a deadpan whisper. The man shrugs his shoulders at Dag, 'The Gnawers are pretty good at seeing everyone equally, to a point, and I have a tribal leader that is a metis, so...' He then turns to Riley. 'Do you think you could put up with me being in your pack?' he asks.
When Emma moves to pass along the drink back to Dagny, Riley eaaases slightly in her direction, and tucks his own hand around the wineskin, neatly intercepting the hand-off from its intended target. Her prize secured, she collapses down into a heap on the couch that Aaron has so recently vacated, and takes an extra long draw from the skin, putting a neat little dent in the amount of alcohol that's left in it. She pauses and then gives an appreciative squint of her eyes, "Oh man, that's /awesome/. It's been forever and a half since I've had decent awakened shit." She wriggles slightly deeper into the couch cushions, and gives a little salute of the wineskin to Dagny before turning her full attention to Aaron. "Guess you've spoken to Ishmael about it already?" She looks thoughtful even as she's pressing the wineskin into the other Fostern's hands. "Well. I don't know a fucking thing about you. So we're going to /drink/, and you're going to tell me."
Emma nods to Dagny. "I'm not easy on metis. But then, I'm not easy on anyone. I try to shoot straight and tell people what I want. Well, except for in Jacey's case, where I wanted her to figure out what she was chasing before giving her what she wants. But. No. I disagree pretty strongly with the Furies on the point of demeaning the male gender. You can build one side up without having to knock another down." She glances around, "And nobody suggest I sound like a Coggie." A pause, "They hug more than I do."
"Jesus tits, that kid." Dagny massages a temple when Emma brings Jacey up. "Girl's got a skull thicker than the earth's crust, I swear. I put her through her paces the other day. Engaged her in some fist fight tryin' to rile her to use her auspice and /talk/. Was like pullin' teeth out of a constipated mule's ass." Riley's little wineskin grab doesn't go unnoticed, but it's clear from the lack of movement from the Galliard that she doesn't mind it. "Metis, for me.. it's kind of case by case. I mean, I don't write them off just because they were born in a fucked up way. -I'm- probably gonna sound like a bloody Coggie for saying this, but we're told that ALL are of Gaia for a reason. I mean, I don't know if you ever met Kaz, but she's a metis and she was fucking -Alpha-. It's not like them being born Metis means they're not capable of kick ass things. That's the way I see it, really. Plenty that don't agree with me." After a moment, Dagny offers Emma a grin. "Hey man, ain't nuthin' wrong with hugs. I'm a total bear hugger." Something seems to twinge in her head. "You're the one that's got the munchkin, right?"
'Where would you like me to start?' Aaron asks Riley. He gives Riley a gesture to pass the wineskin off to him. He then places his elbows up against the couch with his back to it as he shifts his position and stretches out his legs. The man clears his throat, 'Honesty is important but that's not being a bitch, that's telling the truth.' HE looks to Dag, 'Was? Kaz is the alpha of our tribe now.' He returns his attention to Riley. 'I was born in Lake Conroe, Texas. My Garou mama left me with my dad and took off. Dad remarried a non-Garou woman with ugly and misbehaved children when I was three.' He sits up a bit, 'Guess you could call it a Cinderella-story.' He looks between the three woman before continuing. 'Dad died of a sudden heart attack in my junior high years and the bat-shit crazy step-mother of mine moved us up here... this is where her family is. I did the whole emo-kid thing, got in trouble on the wrong side of town where Yi picked up my kinfetch and I popped. Fast-forward, I rited with Slug, Masao, and Catherine...'
"Metis are awesome, and unless my luck has turned for the better," Riley murmurs, claiming the wineskin almost immediately right back once she waits for Aaron to take a drink, "'Unlikely. Anyway, Kaz isn't Alpha right now. She dumped that off on someone else. You're a little outdated on that detail." She takes a second long pull from the skin and then pushes it back into Aaron's hands, more insistently as if to accuse him of not drinking enough. Pushy. "Anyway, s'okay, that's not the sort of stuff I meant. I'm not such a hardass as to hear everyone's life story, man." She manages a full-on smirk. "I just meant, y'know. What you do in your spare time. Shitty beer aside."
Emma nods, "About the same for me Dag. Judge em like I would anyone else. That's how I was with Abraxas, and I ended up earning his trust. Something I don't think even he expected to happen." She glances toward Riley and Aaron, nodding. "I know Kaz. Not /well/ but I respect her plenty." A pause and she doubletakes back to Dagny. "You mean Zoe? Yeah, I got the munchkin. That's actually what brought me home more than anything else. Despite wanting to crack some Get heads together until they smarten up, I wanted Zoe raised up around her tribe. I knew the Fury influence there would be too much to counter."
There's an affirming grunt. "Kaz was my teacher when it came to Galliard things. I have loads of respect for her." She has no shame in admitting that. When Emma talks about Zoe, Dag can't help but grin. "Not that it'd be a -bad- influence. But it's good to have balance. Though I think, with you, me, Javen, and viv around, the Get-Men are going to have their work cut out for them. I'll see if I can't make something for Munchkin. Any requests?" Dagny asks. Meanwhile, Dag leans forward and snags the wineskin with a LOOK at Riley. She takes a quick drink before handing it to Emma again. "I'm gonna get some mugs. Guard this." Dagny stands up and moves into the kitchen for the moment.
'Really?' Aaron asks in surpise. 'Damn.' The Gnawer blushes a little embarrassment. 'This is going to shock you: I like helping the homeless. Yeah.' Then he grins. 'I spend a lot of time workingout and practicing fighting moves.' He takes a drink of the mead, although he doesn't get as into it as Riley does. He hands it back to Riley before Dag snatches it out of her hands. 'I like playing pool and air hockey and drinking beer.'
Riley already seems to be enjoying the effects of the alcohol - the faintest hint of rosy cheeks, and the ways her smiles are coming easier and more broadly is a fair tip-off. Her teeth are flashed toward Dagny in a winning grin when the wineskin is stolen back from her tyranical, Bogarting clutches. She cranes her head to the side and then shakes it in earnest at Aaron's insistence. "No, not at all. I feel like it's important for us to help out where who we can, when we can. Forgetting that we have a reponsibility to mankind whi..." She trails off, and clears her throat, looking momentarily dour. It's not elaborated upon. "Anyway, yeah. Good on you, man." She wriggles her back further into the couch cushions and shrugs a shoulder, "If you can tolerate Slug without wanting to choke his chicken-neck every now and then, you're a goddamn saint in my book, so... whatever, you're fine by me, stranger."
"Make her something?" asks Emma of Dagny's comment. "What kind of something? I mean, if you could make her go down easy and fast for a nap every day at 2pm, that'd be my request. But I've a feeling that's out of your range of talents." She chuckles a little and then lets her eyes close, letting the mead sink in. "As for the Get. Viv's too long been stuck here with the boys. She needs some girl time to come down from her second hand high."
"Oh, c'mon. Choking Slug's a perk for the pack, in my humble opine." Dagny says as she comes in. She sets the mugs down and gently retrieves the skin from Emma. Upending it, each of the four mugs is filled just about to the brim. She begins dispensing, giving Emma her's first, remarking, "You're assuming Viv has a feminine bone in her body somewhere. I'm not convinced. But, I do agree." She gives Aaron and Riley their mugs, and sits with hers. "As for nap time, I'm probably the last person that should be anywhere near a baby. They're like.. alien beings to me. I'm good with them after like.. age four or something, but before then they're too difficult for me to really -read-. I can do a lot of craft type things. I made this skin, and the bag I had it in. Among other things. Brewing, though that's not really for kids. I dunno. Do you want one of those shoulder-slings? I could probably make one of those, so you could have her with you and still have use of your hands."
The Gnawer breaks out in a silent laugh about Slug being mentioned. 'He used to be a lot worse, trust me...' Aaron says to Riley. 'There was a time I really felt like ripping his head clean off, especially with his little... well, nevermind. That was his old-self.' His dark eyes look up at Dag, 'but... that's when they get ugly. Babies are so cute."
Emma smiles a bit, "Yeah, I found Gaia's secret weapon against terse garou. Babies. Bring one in, and even the toughest Garou is suddenly awkward and backpedaling. It's great." She takes the mug and nods, "Thanks. Um. I've a sling I been using, but she's outgrowing it now. She's on her feet, not steady all the time, but she's mobile. Anything you can think of that's good for entertaining mobile sprogs would be good."
The Gnawer is cast a horrified look from Riley, "Ugh, are you joking? With their little gremlin faces and their creepy soul-stealing laughs, and all of the crying and pooping and barfing on your shoulder, and..." Riley gives a violent shudder, taking an immediate drink from her mug and regaining her satisfied smile, easing right back down and snuggling her back against the couch. "Anyway," She declares, with a little sling of her wrist as though orating for all of a moment, "Babies.... a-suck. And No Thanks." Her eyes lid and she tilts the rest of her mug back in a single, uninterrupted swig, her muscles all but fully relaxed, and her cheeks starting to really light up with rosacea.
"I'll see if I can't make her a little child-safe war hammer." Dagny says in a serious tone. She savors the first sip from her mead-mug, letting the golden liquid pool under her tongue. She glances over at Riley and the sincere lack of mead left in her mug. Swallowing, Dagny reaches her foot over and roughly SHOVES at the girl. "Odin's man-tits, Frat Boy, did you even bother to TASTE any of that?" The Galliard snorts, shaking her head. After a moment, she turns and looks at Emma. She taps the side of her head twice, and points at Emma.
Emma senses "Dagny seems to speak gently into the Modi's mind directly. "While I have you here, I wanted to ask what you thought of our current Jarl.""
Aaron sips from his mug between the conversations. Emma earns a smirk from the Gnawer. 'I wanna have a whole litter of human babies... all of them with my attractive looks, minus the scars, of course.' He shrugs and stumbles up to his feet, still craddling the mug in his hands. 'Annnnnyway,' he drawls. 'Nice meeting all of you lovely ladies... I think I might go grab some fresh air.'
Emma wriggles her nose at first, then sips the mead again and turns to face the Galliard. "Liquor me up and then do that. Hah, slick." She turns to Aaron and nods, "Catch ya later Aaron."
Emma whispers "Hmm. Long story that. I had challenged him for it. After he and Viv had a rather ... pointless challenge of their own over the Jarlship. On Jamethon's request I withdraw my challenge and promised to give him a moon or two's chance to prove worthy."
Riley leans forward and gives a surly, if slightly slurred little shout, "Ain't even a fuckin' lady." She seems to have little else to add in the immediacy of the conversation, with her own partner gone.
Dagny seems to regard Emma with a close eye. As Aaron announces his leave, Dagny lifts her mug. "Good health!" She offers him, and then turns and looks at Riley with her outburst. It takes a considerable amount of will for the Galliard not to laugh outright. She masks the few laughs that do come out with a cough before she turns and looks at Emma. "How long ago was that, if y'don't mind my asking?"
Aaron looks at Riley oddly. 'Oh... okay,' he replies to the really drunk Glass Walker. The Gnawer turns and makes his way the to kitchen to properly put the mug in the dirty dish sink before slipping out the backdoor.
Dagny grunts in response, nodding. "Life has a habit of getting in the way of things." There's a hint of deeper thinking from the Galliard. She kind of rubs at her jaw with the backs of her fingers. "S'pose I should probably give him another try. I doubt he'll be happy when I tell him I went to Stip about whether or not I needed to do chiminage. Oh well. Needed to be done. Couldn't find him anywhere anyway." Much thinking. There comes a loud buzz. Dagny digs in her pocket and checks her phone. "Not me. Someone else is ringin' sounds like."
The Glass Walker sprawls out on the couch, leaning her head absently off of the side of the couch. At the buzzing sound, Riley's hand absently slaps at her thigh, and she proclaims, "Noooot mine." She squints, and rests her eyes.
Emma looks to Dagny. "We can talk more about that later. Would like to get your gut instinct and reaction. But. Speaking of sprogs and phone calls. I should... check in on the kid and then let this fine mead work its wonders."
"Oh, yes. We should definitely have that conversation." Dagny passes a Meaningful Look over to Emma. "Here. You can take what's left with you if you need a night cap." Dagny lifts and holds out the wine skin. There's maybe a mug left in it. "Keep the skin, too. It'll last. Just maybe put some cooking oil in it so it doesn't get cracky. Real hide."
Riley isn't being especially interesting at the moment, unless one considers occasional eyerubbing and distant staring to be particularly enthralling. She seems to just be enjoying the downtime of being at best, tipsy.
Emma smiles at that, and at Riley too. "Thanks Dagny. Was good getting to talk with you. Riley. Take care k. I'll see you guys around." The skin is taken, and given another swig. "Night all."
W h e n: Afternoon, 4.16.2012
W h e r e: Bawn, then Edgewood.
W h a t: Emma hears noises at the edge of the Bawn. Finds Dagny, in hispo, battling some vines which, Emma soon learns, have stolen Dag's book. Introductions are made. The two Get women decide to meander back to Edgewood for some booze and talk. They find Aaron and Riley there.
There's no shortage of growling and gnashing and rumbling coming from the edge of the Bawn. Curious onlookers will note a giant mass of brown fur and scars battling with a troupe of nasty vines that do their own thrashing. A big Garou in hispo form is serving as a supernatural weed-whacker for the moment, cursing in several different languages, one of which is Mother's Tongue. ~Hel take you, damn spinach!~
It's hard to tell if it was the cursing or the weed-wacking that brought the Ahroun out of the house. She steps closer, head tilting and eyes trying to focus in on the other before getting /too/ close. ~You okay?~ comes the very gruff and awkward homid-formed mother's tongue question from Emma.
Distracted for a moment, the brown hispo turns to look at Emma, both ears pinning forward. There are a few scores from thorns over the brown's nose, and another appears when a vine smacks her for being distracted. With a throaty grown uneven teeth strike out and snatch the vine. She backs up several paces and tugs -hard- until the vine snaps off and slows to limpness in her mouth. Spitting it out, the hispo sits back on her haunches and glowers at the brambles, spitting out thorns. ~Yes. It stole my book.~ There's a thick snort left toward the vines before she approaches the woman. Within a few steps, the hispo fades into a stocky woman rubbing the bridge of her nose to fleck of blood. "Sorry. It was a good book. I was in a great part of it. Stupid plants." She turns and arches a brow. "You're Emma, right?"
Emma considers the other, then eyes the forest. "You were reading a book out here? Or?" A little half grin comes up then and she gives a nod, "Yeah. Emma Mahler. You were at the house the other day, when that whole crowd was there... with Jacey?" A pause, "Sorry I didn't get a chance to say hi. Things were pretty hectic that day."
"Yea. This is the closest I can get to the Caern and the buriel grounds, so I bring my book out here sometimes." Despite not looking directly at Emma right now, the brawny woman can feel the strange look she's getting. The introduction, though brief, brings her to eye the smaller woman. "Aye, that was me. Interesting kid." Clearing her throat, she offers, "I am Dagny, she who Fells the Wyrm with the Spear of Huginn, daughter of the Blackbird's Cry. I fought alongside Thorvalis, he who Breaks the Chain that Binds the Great Wolf, Jarl of the Sept of the Seven Hammers in Norway. I am born of the Hidden Walk, forged under Gaia's Singing face, ranked third among warriors of the Nation."
Emma grins at that. "Welcome home then. We must have just missed each other here, like two ships passing in the night. Was rited here too, but left for a time. Emma Mahler. Heart of Fire Forges the Stone Spirit. Adren Modi of the Get." She comes forward to reach a hand out, offering a shake of greeting. "What brought ya back here?"
Dagny reaches forward as well. Her hand passes the other woman and instead grips her fore arm in a friendly shake that brings her closer. "Well met, Emma." Dagny takes a moment to study the other woman's face. "I was here in.. two-thousand eight. I left for Norway in oh-nine." There's a twitch of memory and her brows furrow. "Wait.. You're not Emma of Emma and Signe, are you?" The question to her return seems to fall by the wayside for the moment.
Emma takes the arm and grins, but that grin is short lived. At the quesiton, she bursts into a wide smile and laughter. "That sounds like we became some renown comedic duo or Vegas act or something. But yeah. Actually. Signe was my mentor when I was a kid here. Packed with her for a long time. She left, I took over Havoc, and ... then I chased after her. Went down to the Amazon and spent the last five years fighting with her down there." A pause. "You know her, or, ok, I give up, how'd you come to know about the two of us?"
"I musta come here like right after you left or something, cause the Get that were here when I arrived were still talkin' about you guys. Shit, when I moved into Brownstone, I think some of Signe's stuff was still there, even." There's a clear kind of excitement of piecing the puzzle together. Dagny's demeanor changes from RAR GET INTRO to some kind of joy. "Damn, what a small world! And now you're back too!" Then the question of why Dagny is back seems to become relevant again. "Me, I.. Well, this is kind of home. I just got a weird feeling like I needed to come back for a while."
Emma nods, grinning. "I get that. Totally. I had other reasons too, and it was hard as hell to leave Signe but it was time to come home." SHe considers the other. "Funny. I've been avoiding the Brownstone. Viv's there. And it just felt... well it wasn't the place it was when I was there last. It was like going back to the house you grew up in, but knowing two new families had come and gone through there. Been mostly loafing. Well, when I'm not at my mom's house." A pause. "God I hope it was all good things they spoke of."
"Viv?" There's a name the Galliard seems familiar with. She glances away, in the direction of town. "I never had trouble with her. Kinda bossy and bitchy, but that's.. kind of normal. But I know what you mean. After Dillen gave me the keys and left, the newcomers kind of.. The spirit of the place changed. It's part of what made it easier to take that trip to Norway." The pause makes Dag look back and she laughs. "S'all I ever heard, anyway. Aside from Javen, Jamethon, and now Viv.. There's no one still here from the Tribe that would even remember me." Shaking her head a moment, Dagny plants her hands on Emma's shoulders and gives her a very long, hard look. "You. Are way too cute to be Fenrir. How the hell did that happen? We're s'posed to be big ugly brutes."
Emma laughs at that. "What are you on about? If you mean I'm lacking all the gashes, grime and gritty bits... well, I dunno." She grins a bit at that. "You wanna go clean up and grab a beer?"
Dagny beams a lopsided grin at the offer and nods. "You bet your ass, only.. I brought back awakened Mead with me. Unless you really -want- beer, then that's fine too." She begins to walk back toward Edgewood.
Emma quirks an eyebrow. "You went all north and cold and full of thick Get heritage... and I went and sweated my ass off with a bunch of Furies. Opposite ends of the earth girl. I'll take some of your mead, and after that, we'll need some of my Columbian coffee to fix us up." She starts walking back toward the house, "Too cute. Hah. You best not be saying cute like, cute little Pomeranian. I might be packaged like a Jack Russel but I got the heart of a German Shepherd on the inside."
Dagny makes a sound that suggests that Columbian coffee may just be the sexiest thing on the planet. "You are so on." At Emma's questions, Dagny puts her hands up, "Hey, man! I'm not stupid. I know better than to think that shit. I just meant that most the Get I've been hanging out with the past few years look like they've all been run through cheese graters." With a laugh, Dag hops up the steps and into Edgewood proper.
Aaron nearly jumps off the couch when Riley speaks loudly near him. Good thing that it isn't his moon or things might have gotten pretty ugly. Instead, Aaron unflatteringly tumbles off the couch and onto the floor. He lies with his back on the floor, head towards Riley as he attempts to get his bearings straight. The Gnawer is not even sure what the woman said that awoke him but he stares at her for a moment before giving a puzzled look. 'Um, you look familiar,' he whispers, repeating her words.
Riley's reaction is obviously far, far more mellow. One of her brows simply quirks higher than the other, and she tilts her head to the side. "You look familiar, but I really can't place why." She states, at a far more even tone, though a hint of a smirk is tilting up one corner of her mouth.
Emma enters the back door with Dagny and smiles again. "I've had my close shaves. A few that could have left me looking like I lost a battle with a combine. But. I tend not to keep my scars unless they were part of something I consider growth, spiritual kind of growth. Got a good one on my belly. And my back has a giant Harpy Eagle on it." She laughs.
Riley pages: For those just arriving, Aaron is in a heap on the floor by the couch right next to Riley, who is looking down in amusement after having startled him off of said couch.
"The differences between one Get and another are actually really fascinating. I've met a few from other parts of the country, each one has their own idea of what being Get really means. If it weren't breachy as fuck, I'd be tempted to write a book or something." Dag kicks her shoes off, retrieving a leather satchel from a hook near the door. Leading the way in toward the living room she pauses upon seeing the pair. Aaron, on the floor, and Riley looking triumphant. Blink. "Riley, are you fucking with peoples' heads again?"
Aaron sits up, grunting as he does so and mirrors Riley's pose, sitting indian-style. He reaches out his hand towards her, inviting a handshake. 'Aaron Knight, Lionheart, Warrior-Moon of the Children of the Rat and Fostern-Rank.' Anyone looking at Aaron probably would have a hard time not noticing the huge scar running down from his ear to below the neck line of his teeshirt. He looks up at Dag, 'No disrespect, ma'am but I deserved it.'
"Aw, not with their heads. Just their heart-rates, mostly." Riley murmurs, glancing Dag's way with a proud, amused look painted clear on her features. She cranes her head to one side as the hand is offered, and she squints. "It's really itching my brain. Feel like I've seen you somewhere before." She squints, and shrugs her shoulders, extending her hand and grasping it easily. "Riley Larson, Evac, Fostern of the Glass Walkers. Sorry about the scare. Didn't think you'd take such a tumble."
Emma had grabbed two bottles of water before making her way into the room with Dagny, and she too stops to look at the goings on. "Ah moon wanes and everyone gets playful. Nice." She nods to Aaron, and then to Riley, thoughtfully considering them both before offering up a simple, "Emma Mahler. Heart of Fire. Adren Ahroun of the Fenris." She glances back to Dagny, "Tell me about it. Honestly, half the time, any one that doesn't have /my/ ideals of Gethood down, tends to piss me off."
"Damn, self depreciating, too. Go easy on 'im, Riley, you might break 'im." More introductions. The Galliard can't help but laugh a bit. "At this rate, I'm just going to record myself giving my name and shit on my cell phone and hit the play button when I meet new people. So many new faces." Emma's honesty is given an appreciative nod. "I met a lot of Get like that. Tell you what, I learned to keep my ideas to myself on Svalbard. If any of them found out I was willingly teaching shit to a metis they'd probably skin me - and that's even after I've shed blood with them. Very.. not progressive, them." Dagny pulls a giant, hand-crafted wine skin out of the pack before plunking into a single-person arm chair. "You two mind if we crash here in the living room? You're welcome to share some of this if you want. It's mead." She indicates the skin she holds.
Aaron scratches his head and looks between the two Get and then back to Riley. 'Ah!' he whispers as loudly as he can, almost like he rembers her, then he goes on. 'I am supposed to meet you to talk about joining your pack... well, Ishmael, Slug, and your pack.' There pause between other conversations. 'I play nice almost always, ma'am.' Aaron replies to Emma with a flashy smile of white teeth. 'No need getting all angry and bitter at each other when we have bigger fish to fry, y'know?' He never stops speaking in anything louder than a whisper, which sign-language is habitually included. He tips his imaginary cowboy hat at both Get-ladies. 'Nice meetin yah both' He looks back to Riley. 'And you too, of course.'
It's not until the sign-language starts getting pulled in to the picture that Riley abruptly snaps her fingers, and claps a hand to her forehead, laughing her head off. "Oh, no /way/. You're that guy from last month. The guy with the shitty taste in beer." She forces her hand into the Gnawer's and gives it another firm shake, both brows lifted in utter amusement. "Seren-fucking-dipity. Didn't even figure you for Garou." She rises, and brushes herself off, frowning slightly at mention of her pack. Clearing her throat, she's about to say something when Dagny mentions booze. She immediately takes keen interest. "Mead? Awakened?" The second word has a rise of clear anticipation.
Emma chuckles. "It's the getting angry and bitter at eachother part that pisses me off with the Get. Don't like seeing the tribe dis the other tribes. And I stand up pretty fast to point that out. Which makes them pissy at me. Which makes me pissy at them. It's an awkward love-hate hexagon-octagonal thingy." She drops down on the seat and leans back. "Yeah, female Get in abouts where you were. Can't imagine that was fun."
Something that Aaron says has Dagny's interest. "Ah, so you're the one Izzy was talking about. Seems we have something in common, concerning Skywire." There's a knowing smirk and a raise of the brow for the Gnawer, now. Riley's question earns her a -look-. "I just came back from the homeland. What do you think?" Once again, Dagny focuses on Emma. After uncorking the wineskin and taking a drink, she hands it over to the Modi. "It wasn't so much that. Well, it was at first. Upstart Cliath with a bunch of radical ideas challenging the way they think and act. They didn't like that much. I made a few friends but plenty of enemies. After a while, they got used to me, though. Learned not to step on me right quick." She props her feet up on a table and asks of the Modi, "How'd the Furies down that way take to you? Bet it felt more like home than the Get."
'I drink shitty beer for a good reason,' Aaron replies to the Glass Walker. 'Among the Gnawers it's called Rite of Guzzlin' Brew.' He leans back and gives Riley a once over before grinning at her. 'I've gotten pretty good at passing off as being normal... while I was in Texas, I had all the kin girls all over me.' He drifts off into a daydream for a moment before he pulls his thoughts back to reality. 'Truth be told, I'm actually already part of this Sept well, I never left it. Just been gone for awhile like five years.' The Gnawer shrugs his shoulders. Then, he looks up to Emma. 'Haters are gunna hate. That's the truth to it you want to be respected, you've got to respect others.' To Dag, he replies with a smile, 'Then, I'd be honored to pack with you.'
The Glass Walker damn near gets whiplash at Dagny's mention of Skywire. She blinks several times, and it's only Dagny's jab about her question that gets the ragabash back on track. "Well, good. Maybe I'll actually feel a buzz without having to shotgun liquor. That'd be a change," She snorts, "'Damn nice one." She trains her focus back on Aaron, then, tuning in for him to start fantasizing about kinfolk. She gains a bad pokerface, weakly grinning. "Yeah. I have that problem /all/ the time." The sarcasm is rampant.
Emma grins a bit as she waits for the mead to get passed over. Once she has it, she takes a sniff first. "This is gonna knock me on my ass. Just sayin." A swig is taken and she closes her eyes to savor it more fully, nodding in appreciation. When it's handed back she continues, "S'true Aaron. I just have a hard time letting go of the bone. Anyway. Amazon and the Furies. Well, it helped that Signe was there a bit before me. She'd paved the path a bit. But when one of my old packmates from here ended up following me down... a male, metis Shadow Lord, and I went to bat for his right to stay on. That ruffled some feathers.
"It better. I brewed it three years ago when we had some Fianna visiting. They awakened the whole damn batch. I've got at least another three barrels being imported." Dagny seems to miss the look Riley gave her at first. Or did she? The Skald shoots Aaron a look as he starts in on Kin. And then snorts enough to give herself a few coughs when Riley offers her own flavor to the conversation. For the time being, Dag keeps her conversing to Emma. The other two have things they need to discuss, and she won't interject entirely. "See, that's something that I'm not entirely sold on. I understand, as a female Garou in a male dominant tribe, the need to assert myself and be respected -as- a Garou. But the reverse sexism bit just kind of.. I guess I don't get it. Seems counter productive. Actually started working with a male Fury metis kid when I got here. He's a Cliath, but I'll be damned if he doesn't act like a cub around -everyone-, in terms of carriage and self-worth."
'I guess it is up to you to ingrain your logic into your cub's heads,' Aaron grins and takes a look at the mead being passed around. 'The sept I was visiting was primarily Uktena and Fianna, they were either into smoking weird shit or drinking it.' The Gnawer leans in and lightly jabs at Riley. 'Haha,' he replies in a deadpan whisper. The man shrugs his shoulders at Dag, 'The Gnawers are pretty good at seeing everyone equally, to a point, and I have a tribal leader that is a metis, so...' He then turns to Riley. 'Do you think you could put up with me being in your pack?' he asks.
When Emma moves to pass along the drink back to Dagny, Riley eaaases slightly in her direction, and tucks his own hand around the wineskin, neatly intercepting the hand-off from its intended target. Her prize secured, she collapses down into a heap on the couch that Aaron has so recently vacated, and takes an extra long draw from the skin, putting a neat little dent in the amount of alcohol that's left in it. She pauses and then gives an appreciative squint of her eyes, "Oh man, that's /awesome/. It's been forever and a half since I've had decent awakened shit." She wriggles slightly deeper into the couch cushions, and gives a little salute of the wineskin to Dagny before turning her full attention to Aaron. "Guess you've spoken to Ishmael about it already?" She looks thoughtful even as she's pressing the wineskin into the other Fostern's hands. "Well. I don't know a fucking thing about you. So we're going to /drink/, and you're going to tell me."
Emma nods to Dagny. "I'm not easy on metis. But then, I'm not easy on anyone. I try to shoot straight and tell people what I want. Well, except for in Jacey's case, where I wanted her to figure out what she was chasing before giving her what she wants. But. No. I disagree pretty strongly with the Furies on the point of demeaning the male gender. You can build one side up without having to knock another down." She glances around, "And nobody suggest I sound like a Coggie." A pause, "They hug more than I do."
"Jesus tits, that kid." Dagny massages a temple when Emma brings Jacey up. "Girl's got a skull thicker than the earth's crust, I swear. I put her through her paces the other day. Engaged her in some fist fight tryin' to rile her to use her auspice and /talk/. Was like pullin' teeth out of a constipated mule's ass." Riley's little wineskin grab doesn't go unnoticed, but it's clear from the lack of movement from the Galliard that she doesn't mind it. "Metis, for me.. it's kind of case by case. I mean, I don't write them off just because they were born in a fucked up way. -I'm- probably gonna sound like a bloody Coggie for saying this, but we're told that ALL are of Gaia for a reason. I mean, I don't know if you ever met Kaz, but she's a metis and she was fucking -Alpha-. It's not like them being born Metis means they're not capable of kick ass things. That's the way I see it, really. Plenty that don't agree with me." After a moment, Dagny offers Emma a grin. "Hey man, ain't nuthin' wrong with hugs. I'm a total bear hugger." Something seems to twinge in her head. "You're the one that's got the munchkin, right?"
'Where would you like me to start?' Aaron asks Riley. He gives Riley a gesture to pass the wineskin off to him. He then places his elbows up against the couch with his back to it as he shifts his position and stretches out his legs. The man clears his throat, 'Honesty is important but that's not being a bitch, that's telling the truth.' HE looks to Dag, 'Was? Kaz is the alpha of our tribe now.' He returns his attention to Riley. 'I was born in Lake Conroe, Texas. My Garou mama left me with my dad and took off. Dad remarried a non-Garou woman with ugly and misbehaved children when I was three.' He sits up a bit, 'Guess you could call it a Cinderella-story.' He looks between the three woman before continuing. 'Dad died of a sudden heart attack in my junior high years and the bat-shit crazy step-mother of mine moved us up here... this is where her family is. I did the whole emo-kid thing, got in trouble on the wrong side of town where Yi picked up my kinfetch and I popped. Fast-forward, I rited with Slug, Masao, and Catherine...'
"Metis are awesome, and unless my luck has turned for the better," Riley murmurs, claiming the wineskin almost immediately right back once she waits for Aaron to take a drink, "'Unlikely. Anyway, Kaz isn't Alpha right now. She dumped that off on someone else. You're a little outdated on that detail." She takes a second long pull from the skin and then pushes it back into Aaron's hands, more insistently as if to accuse him of not drinking enough. Pushy. "Anyway, s'okay, that's not the sort of stuff I meant. I'm not such a hardass as to hear everyone's life story, man." She manages a full-on smirk. "I just meant, y'know. What you do in your spare time. Shitty beer aside."
Emma nods, "About the same for me Dag. Judge em like I would anyone else. That's how I was with Abraxas, and I ended up earning his trust. Something I don't think even he expected to happen." She glances toward Riley and Aaron, nodding. "I know Kaz. Not /well/ but I respect her plenty." A pause and she doubletakes back to Dagny. "You mean Zoe? Yeah, I got the munchkin. That's actually what brought me home more than anything else. Despite wanting to crack some Get heads together until they smarten up, I wanted Zoe raised up around her tribe. I knew the Fury influence there would be too much to counter."
There's an affirming grunt. "Kaz was my teacher when it came to Galliard things. I have loads of respect for her." She has no shame in admitting that. When Emma talks about Zoe, Dag can't help but grin. "Not that it'd be a -bad- influence. But it's good to have balance. Though I think, with you, me, Javen, and viv around, the Get-Men are going to have their work cut out for them. I'll see if I can't make something for Munchkin. Any requests?" Dagny asks. Meanwhile, Dag leans forward and snags the wineskin with a LOOK at Riley. She takes a quick drink before handing it to Emma again. "I'm gonna get some mugs. Guard this." Dagny stands up and moves into the kitchen for the moment.
'Really?' Aaron asks in surpise. 'Damn.' The Gnawer blushes a little embarrassment. 'This is going to shock you: I like helping the homeless. Yeah.' Then he grins. 'I spend a lot of time workingout and practicing fighting moves.' He takes a drink of the mead, although he doesn't get as into it as Riley does. He hands it back to Riley before Dag snatches it out of her hands. 'I like playing pool and air hockey and drinking beer.'
Riley already seems to be enjoying the effects of the alcohol - the faintest hint of rosy cheeks, and the ways her smiles are coming easier and more broadly is a fair tip-off. Her teeth are flashed toward Dagny in a winning grin when the wineskin is stolen back from her tyranical, Bogarting clutches. She cranes her head to the side and then shakes it in earnest at Aaron's insistence. "No, not at all. I feel like it's important for us to help out where who we can, when we can. Forgetting that we have a reponsibility to mankind whi..." She trails off, and clears her throat, looking momentarily dour. It's not elaborated upon. "Anyway, yeah. Good on you, man." She wriggles her back further into the couch cushions and shrugs a shoulder, "If you can tolerate Slug without wanting to choke his chicken-neck every now and then, you're a goddamn saint in my book, so... whatever, you're fine by me, stranger."
"Make her something?" asks Emma of Dagny's comment. "What kind of something? I mean, if you could make her go down easy and fast for a nap every day at 2pm, that'd be my request. But I've a feeling that's out of your range of talents." She chuckles a little and then lets her eyes close, letting the mead sink in. "As for the Get. Viv's too long been stuck here with the boys. She needs some girl time to come down from her second hand high."
"Oh, c'mon. Choking Slug's a perk for the pack, in my humble opine." Dagny says as she comes in. She sets the mugs down and gently retrieves the skin from Emma. Upending it, each of the four mugs is filled just about to the brim. She begins dispensing, giving Emma her's first, remarking, "You're assuming Viv has a feminine bone in her body somewhere. I'm not convinced. But, I do agree." She gives Aaron and Riley their mugs, and sits with hers. "As for nap time, I'm probably the last person that should be anywhere near a baby. They're like.. alien beings to me. I'm good with them after like.. age four or something, but before then they're too difficult for me to really -read-. I can do a lot of craft type things. I made this skin, and the bag I had it in. Among other things. Brewing, though that's not really for kids. I dunno. Do you want one of those shoulder-slings? I could probably make one of those, so you could have her with you and still have use of your hands."
The Gnawer breaks out in a silent laugh about Slug being mentioned. 'He used to be a lot worse, trust me...' Aaron says to Riley. 'There was a time I really felt like ripping his head clean off, especially with his little... well, nevermind. That was his old-self.' His dark eyes look up at Dag, 'but... that's when they get ugly. Babies are so cute."
Emma smiles a bit, "Yeah, I found Gaia's secret weapon against terse garou. Babies. Bring one in, and even the toughest Garou is suddenly awkward and backpedaling. It's great." She takes the mug and nods, "Thanks. Um. I've a sling I been using, but she's outgrowing it now. She's on her feet, not steady all the time, but she's mobile. Anything you can think of that's good for entertaining mobile sprogs would be good."
The Gnawer is cast a horrified look from Riley, "Ugh, are you joking? With their little gremlin faces and their creepy soul-stealing laughs, and all of the crying and pooping and barfing on your shoulder, and..." Riley gives a violent shudder, taking an immediate drink from her mug and regaining her satisfied smile, easing right back down and snuggling her back against the couch. "Anyway," She declares, with a little sling of her wrist as though orating for all of a moment, "Babies.... a-suck. And No Thanks." Her eyes lid and she tilts the rest of her mug back in a single, uninterrupted swig, her muscles all but fully relaxed, and her cheeks starting to really light up with rosacea.
"I'll see if I can't make her a little child-safe war hammer." Dagny says in a serious tone. She savors the first sip from her mead-mug, letting the golden liquid pool under her tongue. She glances over at Riley and the sincere lack of mead left in her mug. Swallowing, Dagny reaches her foot over and roughly SHOVES at the girl. "Odin's man-tits, Frat Boy, did you even bother to TASTE any of that?" The Galliard snorts, shaking her head. After a moment, she turns and looks at Emma. She taps the side of her head twice, and points at Emma.
Emma senses "Dagny seems to speak gently into the Modi's mind directly. "While I have you here, I wanted to ask what you thought of our current Jarl.""
Aaron sips from his mug between the conversations. Emma earns a smirk from the Gnawer. 'I wanna have a whole litter of human babies... all of them with my attractive looks, minus the scars, of course.' He shrugs and stumbles up to his feet, still craddling the mug in his hands. 'Annnnnyway,' he drawls. 'Nice meeting all of you lovely ladies... I think I might go grab some fresh air.'
Emma wriggles her nose at first, then sips the mead again and turns to face the Galliard. "Liquor me up and then do that. Hah, slick." She turns to Aaron and nods, "Catch ya later Aaron."
Emma whispers "Hmm. Long story that. I had challenged him for it. After he and Viv had a rather ... pointless challenge of their own over the Jarlship. On Jamethon's request I withdraw my challenge and promised to give him a moon or two's chance to prove worthy."
Riley leans forward and gives a surly, if slightly slurred little shout, "Ain't even a fuckin' lady." She seems to have little else to add in the immediacy of the conversation, with her own partner gone.
Dagny seems to regard Emma with a close eye. As Aaron announces his leave, Dagny lifts her mug. "Good health!" She offers him, and then turns and looks at Riley with her outburst. It takes a considerable amount of will for the Galliard not to laugh outright. She masks the few laughs that do come out with a cough before she turns and looks at Emma. "How long ago was that, if y'don't mind my asking?"
Aaron looks at Riley oddly. 'Oh... okay,' he replies to the really drunk Glass Walker. The Gnawer turns and makes his way the to kitchen to properly put the mug in the dirty dish sink before slipping out the backdoor.
Dagny grunts in response, nodding. "Life has a habit of getting in the way of things." There's a hint of deeper thinking from the Galliard. She kind of rubs at her jaw with the backs of her fingers. "S'pose I should probably give him another try. I doubt he'll be happy when I tell him I went to Stip about whether or not I needed to do chiminage. Oh well. Needed to be done. Couldn't find him anywhere anyway." Much thinking. There comes a loud buzz. Dagny digs in her pocket and checks her phone. "Not me. Someone else is ringin' sounds like."
The Glass Walker sprawls out on the couch, leaning her head absently off of the side of the couch. At the buzzing sound, Riley's hand absently slaps at her thigh, and she proclaims, "Noooot mine." She squints, and rests her eyes.
Emma looks to Dagny. "We can talk more about that later. Would like to get your gut instinct and reaction. But. Speaking of sprogs and phone calls. I should... check in on the kid and then let this fine mead work its wonders."
"Oh, yes. We should definitely have that conversation." Dagny passes a Meaningful Look over to Emma. "Here. You can take what's left with you if you need a night cap." Dagny lifts and holds out the wine skin. There's maybe a mug left in it. "Keep the skin, too. It'll last. Just maybe put some cooking oil in it so it doesn't get cracky. Real hide."
Riley isn't being especially interesting at the moment, unless one considers occasional eyerubbing and distant staring to be particularly enthralling. She seems to just be enjoying the downtime of being at best, tipsy.
Emma smiles at that, and at Riley too. "Thanks Dagny. Was good getting to talk with you. Riley. Take care k. I'll see you guys around." The skin is taken, and given another swig. "Night all."
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