Daniel Broken Hammer

[Izzy Montoya] Another day, another crime scene. You'd think even criminals would like a day of rest, but you'd be mistaken. It's a random storefront, and it's blocked off by the godawful yellow police tape. The one that says "keep out" but that some people never, ever obey. Fortunately, the evidence has been gotten, bagged and tagged. The body is gone. The police force is gone. The hearse is gone. All that remains is one unmarked cop car, and one detective.

Detective Izzy Montoya.

She's just inside the open door, crouched by a chalk outline, with her forearms resting on her thighs. Her hands are encased in blue latex gloves, and clasped lightly together between her knees, as she stares at the scene before her. She says nothing, and seems to be.. listening. Though to what, is anybodies guess.

[Echo, echo, do I hear an echo?]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7) Re-rolls: 1

[Kemp Oates] He wasn't in the crime scene. Maybe if he had seen Imogen's car, he might of nosed in. Instead, ya seen one yellow tape, ya seen them all in his mind. He had just come down a fire escape in a nearby alley to appear at the mouth of the alley across from the crime scene. Idly glancing towards the yellow tape as he wondered if Imogen had indeed been there or if any of his kind had been involved. That was always his first thought. Were any of his people involved and how much cover up was needed.

[Izzy Montoya] It comes in a flood. It always does. She closes her eyes, her hands tensing briefly as it comes over her, and she tips her head slightly, mentally sifting through everything, every little piece of information, every little thing she hears, she sees.

I told ya to wait in the fuckin car!
but paulie...
don't talk back to me!
~~
...I dunno ma, she's not been herself, she's driving me crazy!
~~
Hundred grand and his own mama won't recognize him
you sure? The other guy was cheaper...
Yeah, but he ain't as good as me.
Alright. Keep me out of it.
~~
Paulie says hello...
thwack


She winces at the last, shoulders jerking slightly, before she opens her eyes and runs her fingers back through her hair. Alright then. This one's clean. In a manner of speaking, anyway. She stands, and turns to the door, making her way to the street and ducking under the tape as she peels the latex gloves off her fingers.

[Moira Murray] The unmarked car had caught her attention as well as the cop that walked out of the building and ducked under the yellow tape. She stood out of the way, across the street and near the car. An umbrella held in her right hand as she waits under the awning of a closed storefront to see just who the cop was.

[Kemp Oates] "Ha Lo! My name is Indigo Montoya! You killed my Fad da! Prepare to die!"

Yes he bellowed it across the street in his worse accent, as loud as he could.

[Izzy Montoya] She shoves the latex gloves into the pocket of her coat, and digs around for something, finally coming up with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She knew coming back to Chicago was going to see the resurgence of bad habits... and as usual, she was right. She props the cigarette between her lips, and that's about the time the yell comes from across the way. Izzy shakes her head, smirking slightly, as she pulls the cigarette down before lighting it...

And bellows back. "ASSSSS YOOOOOOOOOOOU WIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH!"

And THEN lights her cigarette.

[Moira Murray] Moira shakes her head as it starts. She lifts an eyebrow up at the pair, the corners of her mouth peeling back into a slight grin. She glances both ways down the street and then crosses over, her head tilting back to look for the Rotagar.

[Kemp Oates] "Its' not ASS!"

He bellowed again, uncaring who might pass or hesitate.

"Gah! Get it right before I give ya the sixth finger!"

With that he actually did stick up a finger.

[Moira Murray] "At least the sixth finger was on his hand..."

[Izzy Montoya] She shakes her head, and after a long drag off her cigarette, shoves her lighter back into her pocket and heads across the street.

"Next thing you'll fuckin' tell me is you're sicking ROUS's on my ass, too." A glance toward Moira when she comments, and lips curve bemused smirk. "Truer words were never spoken."

[Kemp Oates] "What the fuck is a Rous?"

Ok that had him puzzled, but not so much so that he couldn't spare a moment for a grind and thrust towards Moira.

"I got your sixth finger right here baby!"

[Izzy Montoya] "R.O.U.S. Rodents of Unusual Sizes - one of the three dangers in the swamp, remember?"

She shakes her head at his antics, and finds a nice stretch of building to lean against, flicking the ashes off the end of her cigarette to the cement, before taking another drag.

[Moira Murray] "I'm sure you do, Kemp. I'm sure you do."

She sticks out her tongue at him, shaking her head. She casts a side glance to Izzy, "How long do you think he can keep that up?"

[Izzy Montoya] She arches a brow at Moira, glances at Kemp, then back. "My guess? He's stubborn enough for oh, forever."

[Moira Murray] "Hey, sweet cheeks!" She calls up to the Rotagar, "Get your ass down here."

[Kemp Oates] "This ass?!"

He turned around, hiked up his coat thrusting his ass out to grab with both hands in a sound smack.

"This ass?! Ya want THIS ass?!"

[Izzy Montoya] She watches and shakes her head, slightly as she drags her fingers back through her hair, then lets it fall free again. She lifts the cigarette to her lips, inhales deeply, and then exhales it away from Kemp and Moira, taking the moment to study the street, as well as the front of the crime scene from this new vantage point.

A moment later, and she turns to look at them again. "And if I say yes?" Mildly amused.

[Kemp Oates] He turned around and smooth as silk purred.

"Then it's gonna cost ya."

[Izzy Montoya] That brow hikes, and she grins at him. "Is it now. And prey tell - just what is it that it'd cost me... because I might be willing to pay that price...."

Now this is a game she understands well. Too well, but some accounts.

[Kemp Oates] "Naw, ya can't afford it. Just get it out of your little mind. This is prime stuff. Can't just get it anywhere."

He leaned in, lowering his voice to a whisper.

"Besides, it's allergic to relationships."

[Moira Murray] Moira snorts, shaking her head at Kemp as she folds her arms across her chest and eyes him. "Sure it is."

[Izzy Montoya] She leans in and whispers back. "So am I. You want a piece of THIS? You gotta obey the rules."

She leans back, and smirks. "Naturally, it's well worth it, but ya know. Not all folks are as open about hating relationships as I seem to be."

[Broken Hammer] (where is everyone?)

[Izzy Montoya] (Random street - Crime scene across the way, emptied out now, all that's left is the yellow crime scene tape. The three of them are at the mouth of an alley.)

[Kemp Oates] "Oh no, no, no. I sure don't want none of that. Believe me now and hear me later."

He stepped back, hands in the air.

"So tell me, Ms. Some of This. Watcha looking for in the place of yellow tape with the smell of death lingering in the air?"

[Izzy Montoya] She snorts. "Chicken." But it's almost fond. One could swear she enjoyed the whole exchange, to tell the truth. See - Izzy is't ALL bad. Just irreverent - and blunt about it all.

Then he asks about the crime scene, and she lifts her hand to rub along side her jaw absently. "Just doing my job - I'm a homicide detective remember? But mostly, making sure it wasn't another fuck up I have to do some creative paperwork for to cover up for ya'll - which, for the record, it wasn't. From what I can tell our folks weren't involved in that one."

[Kemp Oates] "That's because we don't fuck up."

For a moment something flared in his eyes. Team player and all that, apparently he didn't take well to someone else saying they ever fucked up. A muscle jumped in his cheek with the effort it took to push down the instinctual desire to snap his teeth when he'd said that.

[Izzy Montoya] She arches a brow. "Really. I've stacks of conveniently swept under the rug cases that says different. You personally may not fuck up, but the Nation is not above reproach. Thats why I do the job I do - to make sure that it's swept away when necessary."

A beat. "That's why you need folks like me - to make sure when mistakes ARE made, and they are, because not all are Adren's that know how to cover their tracks - that someone has your back to protect the veil from official sources. Folks like me. Like Dr. Slaughter. And many others." She tips her head, honestly curious. "You really think you don't fuck up.... ever?"

[Moira Murray] Moira falls silent, something about the way the conversation was going made her nervous.

[Broken Hammer] Broken Hammer is a Philodox, but he has the grace and silence of a Ragabash. Or maybe it's closer to the detached quietude of a Theurge. Any which way, he drifts up on the small gathering of his brethren without a word, standing a little ways to Kemp's side.

He is not dressed for the weather. He wears two layers of hoodies, a longsleeve shirt, a thermal undershirt, doublelayer jeans -- making up for quality with quantity. The cold does not seem to affect him, though. Perhaps he's already frozen over: hard and ungiving as permafrost, lean as the land in winter.

The cut of his brow bone gives his face a permanently sorrowful look, but his eyes are dark, and very sharp.

[Kemp Oates] "Ya really want to poke this particular wolf right now, Kin? Ya really want to shovel this shit? Because I got to tell ya. I know shit happens. I know we fight twenty four seven to try and save lives and it don't always work out that way. I got to tell ya we drop like flies in this attempt. So you'll excuse the fuck out of me when I don't get all wet when a Kinfolk puts us down by calling mistakes ANOTHER of our FUCKUPS like we spilled milk and without her mop we wouldn't know what to do. That's what I'm hearing right now, an awful lot of self importance that I ain't in the mood for."

[Kemp Oates] His deed name should of been Mercurial, that's how swift some of his moods changed. One moment he could be joking his ass off, but as soon as the wrong word or attitude hit, it was like a storm front roiling in out of nowhere.

[Izzy Montoya] "And we don't do a fucking thing, but spread our legs. Sorry - forgot that part." She shakes her head, shrugs. "I'm the one shoveling self importance. Really? Jesus fucking christ."

She flicks her cigarette away and pushes from the wall - and simply walks toward her car.

[Broken Hammer] "Kinswoman, you have not been dismissed by the Jarl."

[Echo Quinn] Just as suddenly as her pack-mate appeared, Echo Quinn does.

That is not to say that the Glass Walker merely pops into existance beside Daniel, but rather that they had been patrolling together and the Fenrir had taken off ahead of the Ragabash while she stopped to buy a hotdog. Or two. She meanders toward the gathering of Fenrir and Kinfolk, half way through stuffing one of the dogs in her mouth, sauce dripping down her chin.

She wipes it off carelessly and comes to a stop at about the time Daniel is not been dismissed-ing the Detective.

Here, got you something. It's another lesson in American cuisine.

[Kemp Oates] Broken Hammer spoke up and it was like a bomb defusing because sure enough his muscles had gathered as if he were about to spring.

"I didn't say that the Kin don't do anything. Nor did I state that I was busy making sure it wasn't another one of your fuck ups, because I have stacks and stacks of records to that fact. You see, ya need to spend some time with the doctor ya mentioned and learn from her. She doesn't find it necessary to tote her value by stepping on the bodies of those she knocks down to make the steps with."

[Kemp Oates] ((Ack! Another pure blooded Fenrir Kin? ))
to Broken Hammer, Izzy Montoya, Moira Murray

[Izzy Montoya] "And how was I to know he was the Jarl, Daniel?" Good question, that. Maybe she missed the tattoo on his forehead...

And Kemp goes on. "And I didn't say it was YOUR fuck up - I said it WASN'T, but that I was DOING MY JOB to make SURE. You asked me a question and I answered, so don't put words in my mouth that weren't there. You don't like the answer, that's not my problem. Next time, I won't answer at all. So, if you'll" and here, a smirk for Daniel. "excuse me. I've a mound of fuckin' paperwork to do."

[Broken Hammer] "Whether or not he is the Jarl," Daniel interrupts, advancing a single, taut step like an attack dog straining at the leash, "he is a Trueborn Fenrir and you cannot speak to him like that. Hold your tongue, Kinswoman, or I'll hold it for you."

The hot dog is, needless to say, ignored for the moment.

[Moira Murray] (what do you mean another?)
to Broken Hammer, Echo Quinn, Izzy Montoya, Kemp Oates

[Kemp Oates] Traditional Wolves were something as rare as white teeth in a Ozark family picture. At least as far as Kemp's exposure to them had been. So when Daniel spoke up, Kemp was more than willing to let him ride the wave for a bit just because it was a rare treat for him. His patience was also a bit thin when it came to dealing with mouthy Kin, which seemed like all the time anymore. There was a dark corner of his soul that said to just let the Kin take over and see how well they did.

[Kemp Oates] (( I see a Fenrir female Kin with PB3 in another room.))
to Broken Hammer, Echo Quinn, Izzy Montoya, Moira Murray

[Moira Murray] The arguing was making Moira's stomach pitch with nausea. She shakes her head, lips pressed together as her eyes move between Izzy and the Fenrir. She glances briefly towards Echo, the sudden spike in rage is starting to frazzle on her nerves. She begins to step away from the others making her way to the sidewalk.

[Echo Quinn] End Transmission doesn't allow the hot-dog to be ignored, actually -- once Daniel proves he's far more interested in the politics of his tribe's relations with the Cop, the urrah with him shrugs and eats his as well. Then she moves away from the little gathering and investigates the former crime scene, peering over the fluttering yellow crime-scene tape.

Dressed as she is in low-riding jeans secured with a belt, army surplus boots on her feet and a page-boy cap, screwed backward over her dark hair, cropped short around her face, Echo Quinn could have passed for any age from about fifteen to twenty-five. Her actual age was closer to the latter, or at least she supposed that it was.

One of the bonuses of having no birth certificate was, you could become whoever the hell you wanted to be, and however old you felt. The Fostern No Moon takes up the mantle of the sidewalk herself, rummaging in a back pocket for her cigarettes, she lights up, and blows a ring of smoke into the night air, dark eyes trained on Moira for a beat.

She holds out the pack in silent offer.

[Izzy Montoya] Kemp seems to have nothing to say, now, and she just shakes her head an turns back to go to her car again, pulling her keys out of her pocket as she moves. Ask a question, get an answer. Don't like the answer, not her problem.

[Kemp Oates] His brooding gaze was on Izzy as she made for her car. Many things went through his head, just as they no doubt with through her's. Unvoiced, neither would be known. Some sort of measuring was going through his head. Then he let it go with a snort as he turned to face Broken Hammer.

"I'd like to see ya under better circumstances sometime. I find you interesting."

Next his attention flitted to Echo, whom he gave a lift of his chin before he gave Moira a faint nod and started away from the the gathering. Rage had gathered under his skin, crawling like spiders beneath the flesh. It was time to find a source to work his anger out on.

[Kemp Oates] ((Wish I had more time, I'd like to get to know Daniel.))
to Broken Hammer

[Broken Hammer] (no prob man, night!)
to Kemp Oates

[Kemp Oates] ((Thanks folks! Off to bed))

[Broken Hammer] (thanks!)

[Kemp Oates] And thanks for the backing, Kin are getting out of hand.
to Broken Hammer

[Broken Hammer] Daniel watches Izzy go, turning only when the Adren takes his leave as well. The Forseti's eyes mark him for a moment. Then he nods once, silently, both an acquiescence and a farewell.

[Izzy Montoya] Oh there's measuring. Someday, they'll realize. By then? She won't be willing to help any longer.

Neither here nor there, she simply slips into the car, starts it, and moments later is gone.

[Broken Hammer] When the Fenrir have scattered, Broken Hammer turns to Echo.

"I have had them before." A beat. "Hot dogs, I mean. They are not meat. But they are not terrible to taste."

[Moira Murray] Not all the Fenrir had scattered but this one was well on her way to leaving the area. Her back to the pair of Sentinels as she rests the closed umbrella against the crook of her shoulder and kept on walking. Her eyes cast away to watch the street and nothing more.

[Echo Quinn] Echo raised the fingers of her cigarette-clad hand and saluted the Fenrir Adren as he departed, then turned her dark eyes on her pack-mate, Daniel. She grinned, a familiar coy expression and then shrugged, lifting one thin shoulder upward. "They're all kinds of shit mixed in together, bro. Cows feet, dogs tails, pig snouts, God only knows what else but damn if they aren't satisfying."

Moira wanders off without responding to the Glass Walker's offer of a cigarette, she breathes out smoke, licking away ash from her lower lip. "Your bunch aren't big on the socializing, are they? It's all very The 300 with you lot." Echo balls up a fist, adopts a menacing low-voiced snarl.

"Y'know, this is Spaaaaarta!."

[Broken Hammer] Daniel's eyebrows draw together; he simply frown at Echo for a moment. Then he ignores everything she said about 300 and Sparta. It doesn't make sense to him.

"We have no problem with socialization so long as it serves a purpose. Formation of packs. Unity of the tribe. An opportunity for kin and Garou to meet so that the line can be continued. These are all valid reasons. However, a hierarchy must be maintained. And the kin of this city have clearly forgotten their place."

He does not make any effort to lower his voice. If Moira hears, she hears.

[Moira Murray] Moira did overhear what the Forseti speaks, his voice not bothering to lower. It causes her to stop, slowly turning around to look in their direction. The slender arc of an eyebrow lifts up quizzically at them.

Tension begins to build up in her frame. Shoulders rolling up and back slightly as she brings up her free hand to run fingers across her forehead, sweeping bangs out of her eyes. Her mouth does not move, merely presses into a thin line. If Daniel had anything to say to her directly, she may answer, but for now she remains silent.

[Echo Quinn] She expects that he won't get her popular culture references -- he never has so far in their relatively short acquaintance. They might have been packed under Bear together, but the long and short of it was that Daniel and Echo both knew very little about the other -- aside from their rankings, tribe and positions within the pack.

Echo pushes off the wall, an unspoken suggestion that they should start walking to keep warm, if nothing more.

"Yeah, I can see that bein' real useful and all, but like, okay. Say with us? We talk to our Kinfolk, sometimes we even push 'em around more than we should," if you're me and in a shit mood is unspoken. "But we don't just talk to 'em to give them orders, or to hump and make more Garou. Sometimes just talkin', like you and me right now? It can achieve just as much as socializing for the purpose of packs and unity. Hell, sometimes shooting the breeze with a chick like that?" She gestures in the direction Izzy had departed.

"Well get you a lot further than telling her she can't leave yet, or she ain't dismissed or whatever. Keeping good order is important, Daniel, but so is communication."

She smokes a minute or two, then adds.

"They're city Kin, too. They don't see the tribe, likely, the same way as Kin might from where you're from. Times change, and we gotta adjust to that or we'll wind up the way of the Dinosaurs."

[Broken Hammer] "With respect, Rhya, I was communicating. I was communicating that the kinswoman was overstepping her status. Respect is given as it is due. An adren of the Tribe is due far more respect than a kinswoman who, breeding and boasting aside, has no name, no renown to speak of. She was not giving him his due, and I will correct such error as I must.

"By the same token, I am due more respect as a ranked and recognized Fenrir. Therefore I will not coddle and compromise to make an unruly kin behave. It is for her to bend. Mine is the greater station."

While he speaks, he's frowning after Moira. The has stopped and is looking right back at them. What she sees is two wildly mismatched Garou; the female cocky, streetwise, with an effortless loudmouthed confidence; the male stoopshouldered, introverted and withdrawn, dour-faced.

"But show me what you mean by socialization, Rhya," he adds after a moment, and then abruptly raises his voice. "Kinswoman!"

He means Moira. He waves her over.

[Moira Murray] "Kinswoman!"

It is as if she didn't have an identity at all. It was just a "hey woman, c'mere." Something ingrained in Moira makes the corner of her mouth twitch slightly, she sucks in a deep breath, adjusts her coat more around herself and walks over to the pair of Garou.

She lowers the umbrella from the crook of her shoulder, tucking it under her arm. She stops several feet in front of them, tilting her head down so as not to look at either of them directly. "Yes?"

[Echo Quinn] "Nah, Daniel, you were telling her she was, that ain't communicating so much as I know it. You can communicate to a dog that it's done wrong, but you don't gotta rub its nose in the shit to do it, that's what I'm trying to say." Echo falls quiet then, stretching her arms above her head so that the flat expanse of her belly was revealed, as Daniel yelled for Moira.

She sighed.

"Okay, step one in socializing, let's try not bellowing at the Kinfolk. What's her name? Moira, isn't it? Try addressing her as Moira, rather than Kinswoman and see if you get a better reaction." When Moria comes to join them, Echo is grinning, and holds her gloved hand out for a shake. "Hey, girl. Moira, ain't it? I dunno if we've officially met or what, but I'm Echo Quinn, some folks call me End Transmission, Fostern, No Moon, rah rah, all that. It's nice to meet you. Cigarette?"

[Echo Quinn] [Moria? WUT. LMAO. Moira. Ahem. Carry on.]

[Broken Hammer] "Don't offer my kinswoman poison, Rhya," Daniel hisses.

[Echo Quinn] Echo cuts Daniel a glance.

"She don't gotta smoke it if she don't wanna, it's called being polite."

[Broken Hammer] So he turns on the one he can command. "Don't smoke it, kins-- Moira."

[Moira Murray] Polite. Etiquette. Echo is attempting to teach the traditionalist how to socialize. This sounded like a weird cosmic joke. Moira decides to play along anyhow. She shakes her head at the offer of the cigarette.

"No, thank you, Ms. Quinn, I do not smoke." She says, "It is Moira. Moira Murray. Can I assist you and my kinsmen with anything this evening?"

[Marni] (Nothing to see here...)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Marni] Down the street, on the same street, within sight but not without sound, there's a curly-haired gnawer girl, accidentally bumping into a well dressed pedestrian as they cross the street in opposite directions. Her excuse is the book she's reading, her actual reasoning hidden by the same book as he catches her arm to steady her. Marni's dazzling smile and overall cute factor makes it easier to ignore the rage - lower than most, higher than some - that thrums under her skin, and easier still to miss her quick fingers dipping into his pocket and liberating his wallet.

Their conversation can't be heard, and they part ways, only to see Marni turning back and waving the same wallet. "Oh! You dropped this!"

In his gratitude, he doesn't notice it's $20 lighter than it was before. He hurries his way, she turns down the street where there's a lesson in politeness going on, tucking the cash away and resuming reading her book as she walks toward them, paying only the barest attention to where her feet are going, so she doesn't trip on anyone.

[Echo Quinn] Echo tilts her head at Daniel. "See, now that she's said no thanks, I don't want it, I say, well that's cool and put them away." She tucks the packet into a back pocket and breathes smoke out into the breeze away from those she stands with.

The Forseti uses the Kinwoman's first name, and his Ragabash looks terribly pleased with his progress. "That's better." Back to Moira, Echo jigs a foot a little, hyper-active. Taptaptap. "See now, we have progress already, Miss Murray wants to know if she can help us, and all it took were some manners." She turns, and winks at the Fenrir Kin.

"And I'm sure we need help, per say, Moira, but maybe you can stay a bit and chat. Where do you live, close by? I hang at the Brotherhood, myself with this one." A thumb is hiked at Daniel. "And my pack-mate, Joey."

[Echo Quinn] ['I'm not sure we need help...' Christ, I could spell once.]

[Moira Murray] Moira caught the wink as she raised her gaze up just enough to read their expressions. Echo's little dance would have drawn a smile out of the kin, but she refrains from showing it at the moment, less Daniel may think something was up. She tucks her hands into her pockets.

"I do not live around here at all as a matter-of-fact. I am in the process of relocation so I do not have a permanent residence currently. So I will likely be staking claim in a hotel until a new one can be procured, Ms. Quinn."

She takes Daniel in with a quick sweep of her eyes, lifting an eyebrow at his dourness, "I have heard of the Brotherhood. I visited there once, but was warned to stay away from there by the current Jarl."

[Broken Hammer] Daniel frowns. "Why would he do that?"

[Moira Murray] "Kemp doesn't see it as a good place for kin and Garou to mingle from what I was told." She replies, shrugging her shoulders.

[Marni] She doesn't do a perfect job of watching where she walks of course - as she practically trips over - ironically enough - a garbage can. She bounces off, and tears her eyes away to glare at the offending piece of metal, only to spot something inside and instead of moving on - digging into it to grasp that OHSHINY thing that catches her attention.

When she's snagged it, she closes her book, and spends her time shining it up on her sleeve as finally voices register - one that belongs to the kinfolk from earlier today. A happy smile appears and Marni speeds up her walk, closing the distance quickly.

[Echo Quinn] "Huh." This is Echo's reaction to the thoughts of the Fenrir's current Jarl. She squints, and itches at her temple with short, blunt fingernails. "I guess from a potential attack's point of view it is sorta like the Big Juicy X marks the spot but I mean, seriously, you'd need to be pretty fucking lucky to spring surprise on all those Garou combined."

She frowns, and finishes her smoke, speaking as she breathes out a haze of it.

"Especially so near to the Caern." A beat, her dark eyes flick back to Moira. "You know, there was a pretty decent place I stayed in when I first hit town, Motel by the name of the Weary Traveler over near Roosevelt. The rooms are basic, but clean and the manager is a dick but he'll leave you be if you drop my name when you check in."

[Broken Hammer] "Hm," Broken Hammer thinks for a moment. "Well, you must not disobey the Jarl. If he forbids you to go there, then you must not go there."

[Moira Murray] "He did not forbid visiting the place, just not to live there."

She regards Echo with a small smile taking form on her mouth. "I will look into it."

[Echo Quinn] Echo looks past Moira to where Marni is fast-approaching, and nods in her direction. "Someone you know? She seems to be comin' by to say howdy."

[Broken Hammer] (okay folks, my ass needs to hit the sack. dying here! daniel will hang around until "socialization" is over.)

[Marni] And indeed she is. Marni's cute. There's no denying it, and so she simply doesn't. On the short side of average, a knowing little grin, curly hair, and curvy in all the right places - and she practically bounces as she walks, so filled with pent up energy and simple delight in her book, she's been reading by lamplight.

"Howdy." She says, with a dimpled grin for Echo. And to Moira. "Dude, that GUY earlier- gave me a WHOLE pizza! Before shutting himself in his bedroom. Weird." And also, thanks for bailing on me with him and all - but that's just good-naturedly weaving underneath.

[Echo Quinn] (Night, D! :) )