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Post by Danny on May 19, 2007 10:33:49 GMT 1
It was only natural that the pack go back to their normal lives even after a battle as bloody as this one. The past two years in Berlin had been so uncertain and violent, that they had become used to just picking up and moving on. After all, they were a small Sept in a large city full of enemies.
"There should be some Tomato Ketchup on the top shelf, Kaleb loves the stuff."
Danny sat down at the scrubbed wooden table in the kitchen and watched Saxon prepare breakfast. He was glad his kin had decided to send the Ahroun this way. Not only did they need the manpower, but Danny already liked the young Bone Gnawer. He kept a good head about him, even in this crisis.
"Well, we have no reason to think anything has happened, so it's better not to start panicking... yet," Danny explained to Khristina, pulling up a seat to let her sit. She was still limping slightly. "If they're not back by this afternoon, we will split up and find them. Don't worry, we know this city well. They won't be missing long."
He saw Micah by the door and his expression hardened slightly. He pulled up another seat next to him for his son to sit down. He needed to tell him about Eric, and he hoped Micah would understand that now wasn't the time to grieve. There would be plenty of time for that later.
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Tony Vasara
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Post by Tony Vasara on May 21, 2007 10:01:58 GMT 1
Vasara had walked away from the conversation with his brother, he was relatively calm person, for a Fenris at least, but there were few things that easily could make him lose his head. He went upstairs to have a shover to get rid of the tried up blood on his skin and came back in relatively clean Manowar t-shirt. He didn't have that many clothes in the caern, as most of his stuff was in Ragnarok, but it was always good to have clean clothes in more than one place. He briefly looked at Saxon's cooking, and nodded as he smelled the sizzling fat. He and Saxon clearly had the same idea when making stuff to eat.
Vasara saw that Danny obviously wanted to talk to Micah, who seemed to have appeared from nowhere, or maybe Vasara just should really start to pay attention on what is happening around him... He nodded a greetings to Micah as he walked past Saxon to make some coffee. He measured the amount of coffee in the water to such levels that it resembled more tar than something anyone sane should be drinking. But he had slept the night unlike those fighting in caern, so the least he could do was to help on making a breakfast to others. Besides, he really liked his coffee strong and rarely had been referred as a very sane person...
He carried cups, plates and forks to the table for everyone and filled his cup with coffee, offering to pour coffee to others too. He sat down on his place and took a mouthfull of coffee. There were new faces around, and things were starting to look better, as the numbers of garou around was growing. He just hoped that those who hadn't returned yet were still alive. That thought in his mind, he tried to smile at Khristina.
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Post by Micah on May 21, 2007 19:45:52 GMT 1
Micah nodded to his sire, then to Vasara as he passed. He got that serious look for a moment, looking back over his shoulder towards all the damage. He figured this would be a topic over food, so held his questions as he moved to the seat his sire pulled out. He spun it about so he could lean across the back, chin resting on arms as he looked about the room.
Khristina got his attention, including the nasty limp. He smiled at her with the slightest bit of smirk before looking at his sire. "Danny." He waited for him to speak, knowing full well he was in for it. He'd gotten that look again...
Wonder if he was in the 'dog house' again? Hope not, cause it seemed that things were all sorts of fun here today.
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Post by Khristina on May 27, 2007 14:53:45 GMT 1
Smiling in thanks to Danny for both his reassurance and the seat. Kristina sat down, carefully, and with a bit of relief. Sometimes she wished she could heal as fast as her Garou kin, but then given the disadvantages, maybe it wasn't a good thing.
She nodded politely at Vasra for the coffee, but the strong smell made her wonder if it was drinkable or would eat a whole right through her. but, not wanting to appear rude, she added sugar, lot of it, to hopefully take the bite out of it.
With all the new faces starting to walk in and the chatter turning to business, Kristina wondered if she should leave, after all she was kin and rarely did kin partake of such things. But as full as the kitchen was, she was stuck. So she did her best to fade into the background and not draw attention to herself.
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Post by Rockerfella on May 28, 2007 15:23:07 GMT 1
After the brief phone conversation out in his car, Edward makes his way back inside. He puts out his cigar and places it back in the container for later. He may enjoy all the pleasures in this life, but he certainly doesn't waste them!
The smell of bacon and eggs wafting out from the kitchen, kicks Edwards stomach into rumbling very loudly. Seems the fight has hastened his appetite.
Edward enters the kitchen and looks for the nearest plate of food and coffee, and unceremoniously digs in. In between mouthfuls he says to the Garou and kin gathered.
'Oh...<munch munch>..by the way I have some information and a lead of sorts..<munch munch>...I think i know how we can find the two missing Garou you are looking for.'
With that he he swirls coffee around in his mouth and gulps it thirstily down...not looking up for a response but enjoying the food that has been prepared.
'Oh and thanks for the food and coffee!'
He then continues to finish of what is left on the plate and drowns the rest of the coffee, while the others take in what he has just said.
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Post by Danny on Jun 3, 2007 10:10:50 GMT 1
Danny looked at Micah first, and told him the news.
"We were attacked here a few hours ago," he said. That part was obvious. Everyone in the room was somehow wounded, and bulletholes riddled the kitchen counter. "We didn't have long to prepare... I'm sorry Micah, we tried to protect our home and our kin, but I failed. Eric was killed in the crossfire. After we have finished this business, we will have him a real funeral after the Fianna fashion."
He stopped and let his son digest this news. He wanted to say more, but he knew Micah understood, and there was nothing else that needed to be said. "Now eat some breakfast, and we'll hear what news the Glasswalker has of our missing friends."
He was now starting to get worried about Anna and Simeon. They had been gone too long without any word, and they weren't as capable as Saxon and Vasara if they were in some way attacked. Anna was still a cub, and Simeon was new to the city and didn't speak the language quite that well. He noticed Khristina's uneasiness and gave her a reassuring glance. Then he started on some breakfast.
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Post by Rockerfella on Jun 3, 2007 11:01:36 GMT 1
Edward's stomach had stopped rumbling now that he had stuffed it full of bacony goodness and coffee.
It took him a little while to realise that the rest of the Garou were waiting for him to continue with the information that he had. Seems He was enjoying his food a little too much.
'O..Sorry, that was a great feed. My stomach was rumbling after that fight. Well as i was saying, I have come across some information from one of my sources. It seems the two that i took photographs of at the university are indeed the two missing from the Caern. They seem to have come afoul of a bounty hunter named 'Dimitrovic'. Seems he is not unfamiliar with vampires and werewolves. So we need to track this individual down and then we will find where the other two are.'
Edward waited for the others to throw questions or more than likely they would wait for Danny to choose the next course of action.
Edward let out a very loud Belch, patted his stomach and said ' Excuse me, just showing my appreciation of a fine meal.'
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Post by Micah on Jun 4, 2007 11:09:41 GMT 1
Micah listened to the news with a very serious face, nodding when he felt the need. "Nothing to be done then...cept to exact a bit of well earned pain on those who attacked." Maybe a monkey roast...cut bits off and watch them squirm? "What attacked, by the by? Emm...food first." He looked over towards the new guy, giving him a nod.
"Sorry, man. Continue." Micah gave him a quick flash of teeth...see, puppy happy and okay. Right. Someone, or someone's....were going to be hurting for killing his boy. Just...not now, needed to plan. Needed to think....thus he needed food. He smirked to himself as he got up and served up himself some grub, almost all of the protein version. Never got used to grazing food....green stuff just tasted nasty.
After sitting down, he dug in, taking the time to even use the sporks. Why humans needed these....grr....Yea, bits and bloody pieces would cheer him up. Soon as this new one...Edward, finished, he'd work out who or what attacked...then set to working out a plan for getting some skin back. Oh...he had walls to decorate...not a bad plan. Kill a few baddies...pop their skin's on the wall as a ode to his Eric. He smirked again.
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Post by Tony Vasara on Jun 5, 2007 9:11:01 GMT 1
"Dimitrovic..." Vasara said absent-mindedly as he played with his food "...sounds Russian..." he took few more bites before finishing, leaving his plate only half-eaten. He just thought and fought better when he was a bit hungry, and it looked like he was going to be doing both in short time.
"There can't be that many places in Berlin where bountyhunters hangs around, and they tend to know each other well, in good and bad. Anyone up for a bar-tour, I think I could figure out a place or two where we could find leads?" Vasara looked around for others. "If bountyhunters won't talk, then from bikers and criminals we could get some information. And besides, if this Dimitrovic knows about us and hunts us, we need to find him and kill him."
"Should we split up or focus on this first?" he asked from Danny "That cub is still around too and needs to be found before he kills again, and it looks like that me and Saxon, despite our mighty and awesome tracking skills and quick thinking, we could find only a few decent fights but not even a scent of that little bugger."
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Post by Aleksi Vuori on Jun 5, 2007 9:25:41 GMT 1
Aleksi came into the kitchen from his short walk and looked the others as they were trying to think what to do next. He made sure every garou had had their food before he took plate and ate his share. "Ummm... This is the caern, right? I was thinking I could stay around and fix those doors and windows for starters? I was thinking about how much exactly can I modify this place while I work?" After all, there was an old saying 'If you won't work under this roof, you won't eat here either'.
"With skills of hands and some cash I could make those doors and windows a lot harder to break, but if it... ummm... messes up... the... spiritual... stuff... or something..." he thought hard as he struggled his words out as he realized he had absolutely no idea of how these caerns actually work. "..if it causes trouble for caern itself, I won't do it." Suddenly he had more important things in his mind as he shoveled the food in.
"Damn. This food is good."
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Post by Danny on Jun 7, 2007 11:31:58 GMT 1
"I quite like the idea of reinforcing the building..." Danny said. "I don't see how it would affect the Caern itself, we might need to consult Mother Bear on the issue. However, it wouldn't look too out of place after it's done, would it?"
He took another sip of coffee and thought on what Vasara said and nodded. "You're right... besides, if a bounty hunter has hold of Simeon and Anna, then we need all the strength we have to bust them out and give their captor a good sending off from this world. He's bound to have a lot of muscle with him though, so when you need backup call back at the Caern. I will have Kaleb stay here for now, and I will join him once I'm done consulting with the Spirits. Edward," he said, turning to the Glasswalker. "How long do you think it will take your men to track who these attackers were? If we can find them, we need to take them down... the local Ratkin would help, if I offer them something shiny in return."
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Post by Tony Vasara on Jun 8, 2007 8:31:13 GMT 1
Vasara nodded to Danny and looked at his phone, it had been dead for hours already, but he had few extra batteries at Raknarok and caern, hopefully he had remembered to keep at least some of them recharged. He got up from the table, giving Aleksi a place to sit and eat. He rubbed his unshaved chin as he thought of places where they could start finding the leads. And if he couldn't figure out anything, maybe someone working at Ragnarok could...
"Are you finished with eating?" Vasara asked from Saxon as he finished his second cup of coffee "I guess we should be on our way, we have lot to do."
Then he made a brief look to Danny "We'll keep you informed if we find out anything."
"Is there anything else you know about that bounty hunter? I guess the name he's obeying here and fact he's a little crazy believing on faerie-tales is good start but if there is anything else, it could help." he asked from Edward as he was scrounging through the shelves on his own quest for charged battery, finally finding one two-thirds full one. Smirking widely he changed it, wondering when exactly did he become so dependant on this damn Weaver-tech...
(OOC I'd like to use my Streetwise here, maybe with Wits to figure out bounty hunters hangouts?)
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Post by Rockerfella on Jun 8, 2007 23:57:52 GMT 1
Edward listened to watch the members of the Sept had to say about his news and what to do from here on in.
'Well I will make a few calls, I have a man already on the case with that bounty hunter. Thats how I got the information on him in the first place. As for the security of the Caern, I can finance any upgrades and services required. Money isn't an object.
I will make a few calls to the courts and see if I can track down this Dimitrovic is silly enough to have a legal bounty hunters license. In which case I can get it revoked and then have a APB put out on him. Then the authorities can pick him up for us, or if nothing else will give us the where abouts of his location, last seen.
That reminds me we should get some police scanners and the like in here too.'
With that said Edward flips out his mobile phone and starts to chase down what he can find through the courts and his other contacts about this Dimitrovic.
He also makes a call to the police station in town to find out what he can from them, with the promise of a lavish dinner at his hotel for their time.
{As usual the fetish also helps with the calls}
{Judicial ties/Spy network and his own law firm}
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Post by Saxon on Jun 9, 2007 23:04:12 GMT 1
Saxon looked up from his bacon sandwich, "We going to do some ass kicking? About bloody time." Yack yack you got it in any pack, those that thought flapping their jaw got things done. Some one parks over your drive, you don’t go out and discuss it. You go out say "Move it." They don’t you bounce their face off the car bonnet until they got the idea and moved it.
He looked over at Kristina, "Washing up needs doing love, best get the fat out of that pan before it goes hard." That sorted he gets himself ready to go with Vasara.
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Post by Khristina on Jun 10, 2007 16:12:21 GMT 1
Kristina had been listening, spite of her desire not to. She was about to make a suggestion, when Saxon mentioned the dishes. Her moth dropped open in shock at his words. And she found herself giving him one of those 'what did you just say?' looks.
She knew that among some Garou kin were generally ignored or flat out looked down on, but this was her first real encounter with such behavior. biting back a sharp retort, after all she was a guest here, she closed her mouth and set her jaw in a stubborn line.
"After you have left and given me room to move." she said in her broken German.
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