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Post by Corinna Cannstein on Jan 9, 2009 1:03:56 GMT 1
"Nina's sort of my student," Corina said. "Well she was at least."
Micah didn't hold his hand out to shake either. That kind of thing was too human to occur to him. "I am Micah, Philodox Fostern of the Fianna, and Keeper of the Land. Welcome to Berlin, Nina." It all sounded a little too formal. He opened the gate to let them in.
"Is Danny here?" Corina asked, stepping inside as Micah held the gate open.
"At the Library," Micah said with a nod.
Corina turned to Nina. "We can find our way from here," she said. "Let the keeper get back to his duties." She started up the path towards the Library. "It's so strange to think of Micah as a Fostern and the Bawn's Keeper. He was just a poor little lost cub when we first found him. Danny sort of adopted him."
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Post by Nina on Jan 9, 2009 1:22:18 GMT 1
"Well in fairness, it has been ten years," Nina said practically. "Things change in ten years."
She thought of the little ten-year old version of herself, studying conscientiously in her tastefully decorated room, while her mother brought her peeled fruit on a plate for dinner. She had been so sure of everything back then, sure that she was going to become a doctor just like her parents, sure that she was going to grow up to be happy and healthy and safe and normal.
And now, ten years later, she could hardly recognise herself, standing on the top of a hill in front of a strange building, miles away from home, with a woman who was possibly the exact opposite of her mother walking by her side, about to face her destiny and find out who she really was.
And all this in a tracksuit.
When they reached the front door of the Library, she turned to Corina.
"So do they know we're coming yet, or do we still have to warn them? Can we just knock at the door?"
She was tingling with anticipation, but she didn't want to do anything stupid. She hadn't finally escaped the mundanity of her past life just to get her head ripped off by a werewolf.
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Post by Corinna Cannstein on Jan 9, 2009 21:09:28 GMT 1
"He knows we're coming, in theory," Corina said. "He just doesn't know all the details. Don't worry though, the part where our heads might get ripped off has probably passed. Although I'm sure Micah would have been quite capable of doing it, despite the arm... I wonder what happened there." They finally reached the front door of the building. It was a relatively modern building, quite unlike the Caerns Nina had seen in her short life as a werewolf. The ones she had been to were mostly out in the middle of nowhere, with very little human contact and technology reaching them. This one was right in the middle of a large city, and it really didn't seem to belong here. Or rather, it was the city that didn't seem to belong around the Caern. "It's not bad for an urban caern," Corina remarked. "And you don't see many of those. I wonder if we should knock." Apparently, Corina was just improvising herself. She stepped up to the front door and rang the bell. There was no answer. Corina shrugged and looked at Nina. "Should we just go in then?" she asked, pushing the door open. It wasn't locked. "Cool." She stepped inside. >> Next post here <<
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Post by Corinna Cannstein on Jun 2, 2009 10:05:09 GMT 1
A few weeks later
Cloud-Dancer and Hands of Mercy loitered around the gate for a minute before heading towards the Library. Cloud-Dancer was talking, something she did best, and Hands of Mercy was listening (hopefully).
They noticed the young man at the same time. Cloud-Dancer immediately stopped talking and turned to look at him. He was a large and imposing young man, and stood taller than Hands of Mercy. His head was shaved, and he wore large combat boots, jeans, and suspenders. Considering all this, it wasn't quite a surprise that Cloud-Dancer immediately took on a hostile tone when speaking to him. "May I help you?" she asked.
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Erik
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Post by Erik on Jun 2, 2009 14:12:24 GMT 1
Erik wasn't really paying the two figures any heed as he approached the steps of the library, until the female spoke. Defined cheekbones, nice teeth, good posture; he picked-up on the tell-tale signs almost immediately.
Stopping short of the pair, he speaks.
"Hey, good-lookin'," Erik says, thumbs in his suspenders as he addresses the woman, a hint of a smile smile creeping across his face, "Scarface here botherin' ya?"
He points a thumb towards the scarred-one, cocking his head in his direction.
It was a poor pick-up line, more a joke than anything, but he was here to meet some of West Berlin's Garou, and these two were standing right out the front of an alledged Caern.
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Post by Hands of Mercy on Jun 2, 2009 16:17:21 GMT 1
Almost without thinking, Hands of Mercy takes a step back from Could-Dancer and one hand moves to the top of the bundle across his back. Then he reconsiders, and reaches into a compartment within it further down. He seems content to let the elder Garou do the talking, but his posture and attitude states he is clearly ready to back her up in a heartbeat should anything happen.
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Post by Corinna Cannstein on Jun 2, 2009 18:11:32 GMT 1
Under usual circumstances, Cloud-Dancer might have laughed. However, given who it was she was talking to, she frowned instead.
"How about you give me your name," she said, sizing him up. "And your rank."
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Erik
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Post by Erik on Jun 2, 2009 20:12:06 GMT 1
Erik's smile fades a little when he sees the man reach behind him.
"Easy there, Patchwork," He says, putting his hands out in front of him, "I'm not lookin' for any trouble."
...right now. He could've added, but doesn't.
Turning back to Cloud-Dancer, he is unsure of whether to start dropping Garou terminology in front of a couple of strangers, before realising that he could just rip their arms off and beat them to death with them if they had no idea what he was on about.
...not that he'd ever done such a thing before, or anything.
"Name's Erik Prützmann," He says with a sternly, "Cliath Ahroun of the Silver Fang tribe."
The words are those of a man proud of his tribe, and his heritage.
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Post by Hands of Mercy on Jun 2, 2009 20:25:21 GMT 1
Hands of Mercy snarls at Erik's attempted placation, but looks to relax a little when he introduces himself. Still letting Cloud-Dancer take the lead, he lowers his hand from the pack still empty, but remains alert.
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Post by Corinna Cannstein on Jun 2, 2009 20:38:49 GMT 1
"That's better," Cloud-Dancer said. "I hope your fighting is better than your pick-up lines. I am Cloud-Dancer, Adren of the Fenrir. I was told you would be coming."
She didn't introduce Hands of Mercy. It might have been because he was a mule, and not really worth the attention. But it was much more likely that she was still too busy disapproving of Erik.
"Well, close the gate then," she said, starting towards the front door.
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Erik
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Post by Erik on Jun 2, 2009 20:49:25 GMT 1
Erik wasn't too fond of being snarled at by Cloud-Dancer's mute friend, but he let it slide for the time being.
Heading up the library steps, he opens the door for the Adren and waves her inside with a bow.
"After you, m'lady." He says with a smile.
It's hard to tell if he's taking the piss or not.
As he holds the door open, he casts a glare at Hands of Mercy.
"You heard the lady," He smirks, "Close the bloody gate."
He knew full well that Cloud-Dancer had wanted him to close the thing, but meh.
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Post by Hands of Mercy on Jun 2, 2009 21:02:00 GMT 1
Hands of Mercy closes the gate as he passes through it, then turns his attention to Erik with a snort. "Sorrow's Hail, Hands of Mercy, Cliath Skald. Fenrir." That said, he turns back to check the area for anything worth noting, attempting, and doing a reasonable job of coveying with the simple gesture that Erik wasn't.
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Post by Corinna Cannstein on Jun 3, 2009 15:41:36 GMT 1
Cloud-Dancer looked as if she was resisting the urge to roll her eyes with great difficulty. She was getting too old for it, and she was supposedly the ranking Garou present. It just didn't seem proper. She stepped inside and let the others follow, provided they didn't want to stop and snarl at each other a little first. She was perfectly fine with that too. OOC: Sorry about the thread hopping. Let's move this: Inside
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