Daniel Broken Hammer

[Drew Roscoe] You know how it feels when you tell yourself you're never going to do something again, but you wind up doing it anyways? Like how you promise yourself you're not going to answer the phone when your crazy bitch of an ex-girlfriend calls you for a booty-call because you know from that ache in your bones and experience both that it always ends in her screaming at you (and one time chasing you with a knife), but you go ahead and answer anyways because you're lonely and have three empty beer cans with you on your living room end table?

That's how Drew felt right now about The Brotherhood of Thieves.

Which would explain the somewhat hesitant expression on her face as she pushed open the front door of the restaurant proper, bringing in the weak gust of winter's last leg winds with her. The skies were clear, the Gibbous moon was bright and visible in the sky despite the inversion, and while the air was cold the breeze was minimal, which made a fall jacket acceptable over the heavy down coat. She'd dressed in that, her plain brown leather jacket, cut nicely for a woman at least instead of some hand-me-down from a man, along with jeans, sneakers, and a violet T-shirt underneath.

She paused near the door, glanced to and fro, and with a drag that spoke of tones of reluctance in her gait she moved forward toward the bar to ask that nice gawky red-haired kid if he'd seen someone.

[Paul Kellogg] Paul had managed, and praise be to Gaia he listened and most importantly, was aimable to the idea and notion of going to the Brotherhood with him; to get Luis on board. And it were these two who walked through that door.

"I'll getcha a burger if you want" Though he had more to discuss. Although a good hot shower was on his mind more than the food that he wanted to order.

[Broken Hammer] [holy influx, batman]

[Ezra Turk] [toooo many for me! *Ditches*!]

[Luis Hukwats] Luis was generally too low key to put up much of a fight, especially with Paul, who he considered a new found friend, and well, to something as agreeable as a change of scenery. Besides, the man had said something about food. Which was enough to get him interested. "Oh, thank you." he pushed his glasses up his nose taking in the Brotherhood and its patrons as they walked through the door.

[Broken Hammer] The one Drew is looking for is, in fact, rather nearby. He sits at the end of the bar, unsurprisingly alone, studying what looks like a floorplan of, well, the Brotherhood. Danny points him out to Drew. And Broken Hammer lifts his head, inquisitive, then frowning faintly as Drew approaches. He waits to see what she wants.

[Drew Roscoe] Down at the end of the bar, Danny says. Danny the Kin, that is, not Danny the 'Don't Call Me Danny' Foresti. Drew glanced over to where her eyes were directed, surveyed Daniel's profile for a second to a.) make sure he was in fact the person she remembered, who she wanted to see, and b.) make sure he wasn't in one of those riled up killing moods that Garou sometimes got in, then nodded her thanks to the red-haired Coggie and moved down the bar.

Daniel acknowledged her before she had a chance to really speak, so when his eyes found her face and his expression went curious/cautious, she tossed her head up in a small gesture of greeting, then climbed up onto the barstool beside him. She didn't bother to take her jacket off yet, but she did unzip it at least so she could get some airflow about her sides and under her arms. A curious glance was made at the blueprints, but she didn't study them with much intent. She didn't particularly have any care for the information of any kind of floorplan, no matter how detailed or potentially useful to the Nation, at the moment anyways.

"Hey," she greeted verbally, finally, and folded her hands together to rest them on the countertop. Her legs looped around the legs of the barstool she sat on, ankles hitching around the thin metal bars, and she looked at the counter for a second, at her pink-painted thumbnails, then over to the Philodox's face. "Came looking for a story. Wonderin' if you're willin' to set me straight?"

[Paul Kellogg] Heading up to the bar, stool grabbed, then another. For Luis. Placing an order for two burgers and fries. He turned, attention rapt on Luis. "They have rooms here, and while I love the woods. I occassionally need a shower" As he hasn't had one since hell and high water. What? a month ago? Not to mention, he had another reason for asking for a room. Hopefully they had one open. If not..oh well..he'd find something else, somehow. "Oh..I met this goofy fella today. Delmar..oh hell, Low Key he's known by. Funny as hell."

[Broken Hammer] As the kin approaches he turns and faces her, straightening his back, alert. Daniel's eyebrows draw closer together, and down. "Maybe," he says at last. "What story?"

[Luis Hukwats] "I can't blame you." Luis took a quick moment to sniff himself, wrinkling his nose a bit and then shrugging. "Yea, I think its hit a 'situation' status." Of course, he didn't really concern himself with what people thought of him, or smelled of him. Which was something that just made him...unpleasant from time to time. "Delmar? Really? Did you meet him here? Where's he from?"

[Drew Roscoe] "Well," she began, and the tone was shifting away from the hesitancy and sliver of awkward that it began with toward something stranger, but more certain. It felt on-task, like she was completing an agenda, doing research, something business-like and equally important, but it also seemed a little apologetic, as tender things tended to be when brought up in a public venue.

At least she had the courtesy to lean in and lower her voice to private conversation volumes.

"You know how people tend to talk. I've been catching snippets at the watering hole, y'know. Shit about oppression and enslavement and the like. Now before I go getting a bad impression and deciding to hate you just because peoples tongues tend to wag, I was hoping to get a clearer.... idea of what the hell happened? I don't wanna be worried for myself and feeling like some giant 'We Hate Girls' trap is gonna spring on my neck any second now."

There's a pause, then she dropped her eyes somewhere around Daniel's hands and the blueprints. "I get this ain't the place, probably ain't my business, but it's family, and I didn't wanna just ask you for a private word and make it all improper."

[Broken Hammer] The Forseti's frown only deepens. He shakes his head once or twice. Whatever it is Drew is asking, it's not getting through. "What happened with what?"

[Paul Kellogg] "Well I didn't get that far. I ran into the fella down in Thai town on my way to my noodle on. He got tussled right out on his rump by some Oriental fellas. Which somehow got us talkin, but not for long. He ran away to I think his alpha, but I never saw em use a cellphone. Maybe he's touched?" With a slight shrug, but he then continued. "Buuut, he did say he had a room here..and well, that got me thinking. Im rucking back and forth and now I got a job at the Hill House with a soup kitchen. Pays shit..but it's something. Definately need to consider getting a loan from a rich tot. Anyyyyways. The crutch of it is..I need a room, not truly for myself, though a shower from tiame to tiame would be welcomed. But for August." He let that sink in for a second. Yep..if I didn't have to RUCK that hour drive, that 5 to 8 hour walk..(physically that is) I could tell you this much faster bucko! Maybe we need cellphones? "Thats riaght..I found her..which brings me to another topic..well question. Can you sense taint?"

[Drew Roscoe] "With that detective lady. The one with the big flappin' mouth. It's like the latest episode of As The World Turns, man."

She lifted her eyebrows at him, picked those dark brown doe eyes up to meet his again with a touch of something like irritation but not quite the same thing to them. She was trying to be delicate here, since they were at the quiet end of a bar where anyone could listen in.

[Luis Hukwats] Luis zoned off for a moment, his expression spacey as he forced himself to focus again, he was trying not to listen into other conversations, but it had been just like the one Get kin had told him, so he couldn't help but split his attention. But he snapped back to Paul, "I think the appropriate nomenclature is Asian-American..." he almost said it with a dreamy sound to his voice as he nodded along. "So you need a place to stay so you're closer to work...that makes sense..." For a second, it just didn't make sense to him what August meant to him...a month in a year? A...oh....OH! "The girl? You found her? Well far be it from me to be well...a cockblock." he grinned widely, and then bit his lip from being too rude.

"Ah, no, sadly I can't sense taint..."

[Paul Kellogg] Hey uh...I think me and Luis are going to switch to daytime. Ya'll got your thing going and whatnot. Make it easier for ya'll to stay with each other's post and whatnot.
to .fly., Broken Hammer, Drew Roscoe, Jesmond Krutova, Spirits

[Broken Hammer] "Her name is Izzy. She is my kinswoman, and you will address her with respect." This is spoken flatly, without any particular rancor or anger. The lean Forseti stands, picks up his documents, and then nods Drew toward the kitchen. "The rest I'll tell you upstairs. Not because you have any real right to ask, but because I have no need to hide."

So: into the kitchen, up the stairs, into the common room where, instead of taking a seat, Daniel only turns to Drew and folds his arms across his chest.

"The kinswoman Izzy lost her temper and shouted at me in the street. She cursed me and cursed my lineage. Kinfolk may not hold rank, but they are a part of the Tribe of Fenris and they are subject to laws of hierarchy and discipline. She ranks below me, and I am honorbound to punish such an act of gross insubordination.

"I struck her. This was deliberate. However, I lost my temper and did not stop, nearly killing her. That was not deliberate. In contrition I took her before Truth in Frenzy-rhya, who gave her into my care so that she might learn respect, and so that I might learn control.

"When our association began, I explained to the kinswoman Izzy the laws I would expect her to live by. Respect for her elders. Respect for herself and her own dignity. I explained how her behavior shamed not only her tribe and her elders, but also her own honor. When we began, she was rebellious, and therefore I was forced to keep a close eye on her. She remained here for most of the hours she was not at work. As time passed, she developed self-control, respect, and honor. Her restrictions have been proportionately and steadily lessened.

"She has learned to speak to her tribesmen with respect instead of shouting at them like a common hoyden. She has gained a potential mate instead of whoring herself to every man who wants her. She has behaved with honor and dignity for the most part, and she has even, on one occasion, counseled another kin against similar disrespect and dishonor.

"If her behavior continues as thus through to the equinox, the kinswoman Izzy will be given her remaining freedoms and returned to the general claim of the Jarl."

All that -- flatly told, uninflected. Finished, Daniel cracks his neck softly, black eyes settled on Drew.

[Drew Roscoe] Frankly, she was braced for more of a scolding. Perhaps for a swat to the forehead, or a gnashing of teeth, a reminder that this wasn't her business to delve into and a slice of hand through air to gesture threateningly for her to go home. Perhaps just to be shut down, simply, and disregarded. She had hoped for clarity, but didn't truly expect it. When he invited her upstairs to finish the conversation, relief trickled through her limbs like rainwater down the leaves of a tree.

She followed, and was by and large silent while Daniel addressed her, standing on his feet rather than settling down to sit, keeping the feeling that this encounter was going to be brief and to-the-point thick and sure in the air.

Naturally questions flooded her mind while she listened-- did she get a warning, or was it immediate discipline? how did she curse your lineage, wouldn't that be like cursing her own since we're all family? how are you so sure of the difference between biting one's tongue and honest respect? potential mate what now? ....But she asked none of these, swallowed them back and nodded with a faint crease of thought between her eyebrows. A hand moved on auto-pilot to thoughtlessly apply a layer of chapstick, then both hands disappeared into her coat pockets. Finally, with another nod, she spoke, musing aloud more than anything.

"So then.... she's alright. Not getting the nightly beatings of 'just to make sure you know your place' and all that scary shit I dreamed up. Good, good. Didn't peg you for a sadist, just...." And she eyed his face and dark eyes for a second, lined it up with another face not too dissimilar from for a moment, then found the word she wanted: "traditional."

"Good," she said again, then shifted her weight back on her heel, glanced away briefly then back toward him once more. "I guess... that's it. Thanks, Daniel, for talkin' when you didn't have to."

[Broken Hammer] Nightly beatings, she says. Daniel's frown, never once quite gone from his face, deepens sharply at that. "What do you take me for?"

A moment later she answers: traditional.

He nods when she thanks him, though it's rather clear from his face that he doesn't understand her gratitude. "It is a Forseti's place to be clear and transparent in his dealings," he replies, "even when it is not necessary."

His eyes flick to the stairs, back. "If you want the story from the woman herself, Truth in Frenzy-rhya can give you her address. I don't recall it; all letters and numbers and human names. Though likely she will give you a long tale full of woe and defiance, neither of which ultimately matter. We are Fenrir. We judge on action and care little for idle notions and talk."

[Drew Roscoe] She answered his offer for her to contact Kemp and get information in order to chase down a tale of woe and defiance with an almost ironic kind of a grin, something that pulled her mouth up in only one corner instead of both. Her shoulders rolled in a way that was partially stretching, partially adjusting her jacket so it sat more comfortably on her compact frame, and partially shrugging at the offer.

"Heh, so I'm learning."

There's a faint shake of her head next, and a swishing motion from within her coat pocket, moving the garment from left to right before settling in place once more when she waved a little without taking her hand from where it rested. "Thanks, but I'm alright. Met her before, got her number if I wanna use it already." Her weight shifted back further, and her foot dragged idly a bit closer to the stairwell. It wasn't that she didn't like Daniel (though 'like' was an incredibly flexible word), it's just that she hardly knew him at all, and they didn't exactly have a lot to catch up on with this topic under the rug, now did they?

"Ah, thanks again I guess, anyways. I should see you around sometime, I expect. Probably won't be too long before some family reunion or another goes down, right?"

[Broken Hammer] Broken Hammer simply nods once brusquely. It serves as both dismissal and goodbye; he turns and walks away.