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Post by Saxon on Feb 28, 2010 22:16:08 GMT 1
Saxon looked at the tools, "An iron worker interesting." He smiled at her, "Pleased to met you I am Saxon." For a moment he looked thoughtful, "Do we have a forge? I have not seen one around. If you are bored sometime you could do me a set of iron knuckle dusters. Useful for beating up fairies, mystical or otherwise."
He picked up the bag and headed inside, in time to catch the general abuse being tossed around. He smiled at those standing around, "We all having fun? Throwing abuse to see who has the biggest pair? Good, glad to hear it. Now let me dump this bag." He turned and looked over his shoulder at Christine, "Do here?"
Saxon put down the bag and then, "Well being English I am putting the kettle on, anyone want a brew? Not that I am allowed a brew but I do not mind doing one for anyone else."
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Tony Vasara
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Judgment from the Skies
Manche f?hren, manche folgen
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Post by Tony Vasara on Feb 28, 2010 22:18:31 GMT 1
Vasara turned and shouted at Nadezhda "Is that what how you repay the Gift? That is how you represent us? I don't care how and I don't care who you ask to help you, but you have until the Moot to learn how to do it without ashaming your pack and your tribe!" What the fuck was wrong with her? "Get the fuck out! Now!"
Vasara turned a bit to face the athro again, but kept Nadya in his good side to see what she would do. He started a low and menacing snarl directed at her to make sure she realised he was dead-serious now. Knowing her she might even try to jump on him, and Vasara prepared for assault.
Saxon's entrance didn't soften Vasara up now, but he nodded at him.
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Post by Heinrich Von Ludendorff on Feb 28, 2010 22:39:46 GMT 1
"Shut the fuck up!" Slit-Throat snapped at Vasara. This punk clearly thought he could talk when his elders were speaking. His turn would come right after this bitch.
"Not that far from reality. At least I killed the Wyrmbeast who did it." Slit-Throat rasped and ignored everyone else but Nadezhda. "I know this place has been liberal. Tolerant to scum like you. It is No more. From now on, you wil be sung by the Galliards as Barks-Like-Toothless-Dog until you prove you are worth a decent one." Slit-Throat prepared for battle, growing into glabro.
"Still looking at me? You think you're tough? You want to beat me? How lucky do you feel?" Slit-Throat came right at Nadya "They say you never be the same after being treated by old fenrir ahroun, wanna find out?"
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Nadezhda
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Post by Nadezhda on Feb 28, 2010 23:55:19 GMT 1
"Can't take a joke, huh?" The grin doesn't fade and she ignores Vasara's mewling, she'll deal with that punk after stumpy. She does, however, shift into Glabro as he does. "At least you've got more balls than the sissy rankers I've dealt with before. Bunch of pompous Silver Fangs, and of course this wimpy tosspot who protects rapists and murderers from justice." She thumbs towards Danny, making sure she's offended all the Athro in the room at once. "You're gonna give me a new name when I'm done kicking the shit out of you."
She launches herself off the table at him, wasting no time and going straight on the aggressive. She doesn't stop to strike though, instead piling into him with all her strength to try to get him off his balance before following it up with rapid punches and kicks, circling around to his bad side between strikes. She stays alert for any attempt to pin her, since she doesn't like getting that close in a fight, even with someone with one arm.
((I'm informed he has spirit of the fray, so there's little point rolling init unless someone else decides to get involved actions: tackle, then three rage for punch, kick, punch, willpower into the tackle, willpower into resist pain if he tries grapples she'll abort as many actions as she needs to dodges))
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Post by Heinrich Von Ludendorff on Mar 1, 2010 11:07:16 GMT 1
"Do I look like a fucking ragabash, punk? When I say 'sit', you sit! When I say 'jump', you jump!" Slit-Throat growled and stared at Nadezhda as he pulled his hand back to prepare for knocking some sense into her. He summoned a Gift to stop her assault before it even begun, a spirit taught to him by one of the darkest of Gaian spirits. "Barks-Like-Toothless-Dog." he whispered. His almost seventy years of life hadn't made him any softer, and he clearly needed to prove it.
He focused on channeling another Gift too, it was exhausting one, but he wanted to make a point here. Such a point that even the thickest of heads would get it. His fist swung twice at Nadezhda's head.
(Activate Might of Thor, Main action:True Fear on Nadezhda, Rage 1: punch, Rage 2: punch)
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Post by Shehrazad on Mar 1, 2010 13:18:03 GMT 1
The fight was over before it even began. Nadya closed the distance and Slit-Throat a couple of bone-crushing punches right in the face. She collapsed, one of her teeth still stuck in his fist and many more dislodged in her mouth. She was very much unconscious.
The girl called Christiane meanwhile followed Saxon up to the library. She did her best to avoid the angry Garou, and slipped into the kitchen before the fighting began. She held off an answering Saxon's question until after things had blown over. She did help him put on the kettle and make tea, however. There was no doubt that all this Garou rage was quite terrifying to her.
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Post by Heinrich Von Ludendorff on Mar 1, 2010 13:30:25 GMT 1
Slit-Throat picked up Nadezhda's teeth from the floor and kicked her one more time to her ribs. Then he walked to a hard, wooden chair and sat on it. He played with Nadezhda's teeth in his hand, not even bothering to remove the one sticking on his knuckles.
"You there." he looked at Vasara, afterfumes of his Rage still ringing on his raspy voice. "I thought I asked you a question.". Slit-Throat looked at Saxon too briefly, but this one-eyed punk tried to command the toothless bitch so he assumed he was talking to pack-leader now.
(ooc 'pull' the kick just enough so Nad don't die.)
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Post by Danny on Mar 1, 2010 13:43:03 GMT 1
It took a while for Nadya to regain her senses after this thrashing. Danny didn't interfere between the Fenrir. But even though it wasn't his place to settle disputes between tribe members, he still was the Sept's Alpha, at least for now.
He walked over to Nadya and waited for her to regain consciousness.
"This is a library," he said. "I have tolerated much of your actions out of respect for your pack. But you have crossed the line. You're not only dishonouring your pack, you're dishonouring this Sept. This is not the first time I have done this. You are not welcome at this Sept anymore. Leave, and don't come back until you have learnt to be civil."
He stood up and looked at Micah. He didn't need to tell him what to do.
"When I return," he said to Vasara. "We need to have a talk. But first, I have to keep a promise I made." He looked at the Warder, in a stark contrast to their earlier disagreements. "If it is all right with you, I have to leave the Caern. I will be back before the sun is up." After all, even the Sept's Alpha took their war orders from the Warder.
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Tony Vasara
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Judgment from the Skies
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Post by Tony Vasara on Mar 1, 2010 13:59:49 GMT 1
Vasara was stunned, he had never seen anyone take Nadezhda out that fast. This was quite standard disciplinary action amongst Fenrir so he didn't stress out about the beating too much in the end. After all, that was how he himself earlier had managed to make Nadezhda to follow orders, and how Saxon had managed to get rid of some of her most violent moods. He looked at her to see if she was still breathing before his eye wandered back at 'granpa' playing with Nadezhda's teeth. "Tony Judgment-From-The-Skies Vasara. Fenrir fostern forseti and leader of Slagbroders." he looked at unconscious Nadezhda. "She is Nadezhda, cliath skald." Vasara decided to keep most of his words inside for now, Slit-Throat reminded him way too much of his own father. He looked at Anna and Saxon to encourage them for introductions. "Our ragabash is not with us now, but Kamut is often here so you might even have seen him."
He didn't like a bit seeing Nadezhda banned from the caern, and he wondered if there was some foul play behind Danny's actions, maybe to weaken influence of the warpack. Finally Vasara nodded to Danny as answer. With luck Danny had grown a pair and he had decided to finish the enmity once and for all in a way Vasara knew he at least had a chance to victory.
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Post by Saxon on Mar 1, 2010 21:56:10 GMT 1
Saxon smiled, what was that saying Naz should have remembered. An old lion does not get to be an old lion by being a pussy cat. He inclined his head in respect to pack-managler, "Mark "Saxon" Harding - Cliath Ahroun Bone Gnawer. As this is Fenrir business I will be in the kitchen."
He entered the kitchen and began to help Christiane making the tea. He looked at her, "I presume you are kin?"
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Anna
Garou
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Post by Anna on Mar 2, 2010 13:20:39 GMT 1
"I'm Anna Ashtree," Anna said, trying not to sound as confident as she could. She followed Vasara's introduction. "Fenrir Cliath Godi."
Apart from that, there was nothing more to say. She didn't excuse herself, but instead remained standing where she was, and tried to blend in with the furniture.
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Micah
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Post by Micah on Mar 2, 2010 16:04:56 GMT 1
Micah gave a slight nod to Danny as he moved to stand near Nadya. He looked up at Vasra briefly, wondering how his old pack leader was taking this, looking for those subtle signs that most humans missed when communicating. It had taken him some time to realize that humans spoke in body language as well, if a lot more clumsy than a wolf. They gave away a lot and never even realized it. He wanted to make sure there was no more fighting in the Library, it would upset the spirits if it kept up, and that was where he'd would have to step in as the Keeper.
Of course, from his time with Vasra, he was also well away that the Fenrir always settled things with force. And he didn't mind. As long as it did not disrupt the natural flow of the caern he was in charge of tending. For now he would wait til Nadya was awake enough to ecpurt out with a minimal amount of fuss.
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Post by Shehrazad on Mar 4, 2010 12:47:47 GMT 1
"Yeah," the girl said to Saxon. "My father recently moved up here from the south. Those tools are his." She lowered her voice a little. "Are things always like this?" she asked. She obviously hadn't spent that much time around Garou.
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Post by Saxon on Mar 4, 2010 23:14:09 GMT 1
"Hmm, well have to say that Naz tends not to engage her brain prior to flapping her mouth. Sooner or later it was bound to get her into trouble." Saxon smiled, "And the Fenrir tend to settle things with their fists."
He laughed, "But normally things are quiet." He considered her, "Your father’s tools, is he the Garou or your mum?" He held up his hand, "Just being nosey, seeing if you are Kin to me, Bone gnawer that is."
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Post by Shehrazad on Mar 8, 2010 13:08:04 GMT 1
Christiane forced a smile, still a little intimidated by the all the Garou rage flying about. But Saxon at least seemed to be coolheaded enough, and he didn't seem to be showing any signs of ripping people's heads off.
"My father is," she said. "He is a Silver Fang of the Silverforge line. At least so I'm told. I don't know him very well."
She didn't seem to introduce her tribe with the same pride (or rather arrogance) reserved for Silver Fangs. This was probably because she was kin, but also because she wasn't quite that experienced with Garou.
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