Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 8:46:32 PM)
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Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 8:46:38 PM)
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Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 8:46:46 PM)
CAW CAW, NIGGA!

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 8:46:54 PM)
*flaps imaginary wings like a buzzard*

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 8:46:58 PM)
(*snickers*)

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 8:47:20 PM)
mmkay, before we begin. Room name will henceforth be [BSP] The Falcon's Nest

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 8:47:28 PM)
Gotch

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 8:47:30 PM)
a

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 8:47:50 PM)
description will be: Headquarters of the Tribe of Kings, who have all the answers and the weirdest kinfolk.

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 8:47:56 PM)
Password will be: helios

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 8:48:03 PM)
Got it :)

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 8:48:31 PM)
mmkay, onto IC

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 8:49:40 PM)
*he drove up to Hans' home, arranging his thoughts in prepartion for what he was about to tell him, pulling up and sliding out of the car he headed up towards the front door, intent on his own train of thought at the moment*

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 8:50:37 PM)
IC: Through the hustle and bustle of the world that surrounds the Nest, the great sun god manages to wane his glaring awareness under the line of the horizon to give way to that daffy bitch Luna. Luna is drowsy, but still on her harsh pull of a million cups of coffee, and her own glare is relentless to the minds of all ahrouns. In particular; one of a certain Fang who has opted to disappear from the sept until Luna gets fucking drowsy again and stops paying as much attention to the world beneath her. That is where we stand tonight, in the fabled Nest, home of Hans and all of his tribe.

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 8:53:27 PM)
*he knocked on the door, his eyes glancing around for a moment as he took in the surroundings as he normally did while waiting for an answer at a door, trying to remain ever alert of what was transpiring*

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 8:55:55 PM)
There is a knock on the door and a pause in silence as Valerian waits for the owner to answer. It has rained on-and-off all morning and afternoon. Combined with the sultry, stifling heat that gives way begrudgingly to autumn, the very air itself seems as thick as syrup with humidity. He's only given a brief moment to pause on this thought until the front door comes open, revealing the battle-hardened, almond-shaped stare of the ahroun. Their stares lock for a moment, and already Hans has an idea that this is just no ordinary social call. He sidesteps without a word, and allows Valerian free reign to enter the house.

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 8:57:22 PM)
*he stepped into the house with a light bow of his head* Good evening Ender of Blight-rhya. *his words were quiet at the moment and he stopped just inside the door, turning to face him as this was indeed, not a social call*

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 8:58:55 PM)
He's bade greeting and is offered a closing of the door behind him as a reply. The Fang looks al ittle worn for wear; a light bulb who burned a little too bright from a power surge known as a full moon and is left in a sense of browning out as energy seems vacant and sparce on his weary-instilled features. "...Hans." He corrects in that all too familiar accent while he leads the other Fang from the foyer into the living room.

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 9:01:33 PM)
*he followed him from the foyer into the living room* I felt that the occasion for which I've come required something more formal. I've come to report on the matter with the kinfolk Kitten.

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 9:04:22 PM)
His back to Valerian, his ears take in the tidings which confirmed his suspicions moments ago. "Ah." Is all he says in an open-mouthed grunt of acknowledgement. He moves back to the green leather chair that certain kin playfully call The King's Throne, and the beefy sized Fang has a seat with the sounding of shifting leather ruffling through the room. "Haf seet, Trooth-Een-Thawt." He offers with a hesitant arcing of the green leather mate opposite the one where he sits. Between the two chairs is a hexagonial shaped end-table that holds a single white lamp with ruffles dangling from the lampshade. Why in the hell something like that is in his killer's house is anybody's bet.

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 9:06:16 PM)
*he nodded his head and quietly took a seat* I have heard the tale from all sides and it seems to me that there was simply a misunderstanding in intention from Miss Kitten and Voice of Victory.

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 9:08:34 PM)
His head slowly nods as the opening of the subject is laid out before his ears to partake. "Ja. Hans ees anxious to hear vhat has happunt through eyes unt ears unclouded by opinion. Voys-oof-VeekTor-Ee ees Lord, ja?" He asks as his stare wanders from a nearby wall in a bout of reflection and moves back to his guest.

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 9:12:05 PM)
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Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 9:12:21 PM)
No. Voice of Victory is a Child of Gaia. Walks in the Storm is the Shadow Lord who had a small part in the incident. It would seem that in his concern, Voice of Victory raised some issues that caused Walks in the Storm's temper to raise. He removed himself from the situation so that he would not do anything foolish. This concern stemmed from the fact that Miss Kitten arrived at the pantation house dressed in less than suitable attire to be around young Garou.

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 9:14:42 PM)
"Ja. Ze beaugoir maid outfit, Hans has seen eet." He notes after he hears the tale out and is corrected with the players involved with the tale being told to him. "So tell Hans vhat has happunt as eef he knew nothing oof zis, howyousay... een-see-deent." he adds as his face becomes stilled as stone and he takes on an aire of no nonesense, all business.

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 9:19:47 PM)
Miss Kitten arrived at the Sept in attire unsuitable for her purposes of cleaning. Voice of Victory approached her out of concern for her well being that should a young Garou see her in such a state they might lose control. She told him that if they wished to bed her, they could and he explained that this was not the way of things. She insisted that because of the short lives of Garou they were welcome to bed her if they so chose. He felt himself becoming frustrated by the matter and asked who her guardian was. At stating she did not have one and that she was not important enough for one, he said he would call his friend, Pain in the Ass, to come and offer her a place as his ward. She argued with him about not wishing to have a guardian and he informerd her of the Grand Elder's orders. He told her to call his friend or he would have words with you. She argued the point once again,

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 9:22:00 PM)
saying he had no right to tell her what to do because he was not of her tribe. Walks in the Storm said little more than a few words regarding the situation at the time but his own frustration with the matter caused him to step away from the situation. Miss Kitten is quite apologetic about the matter and Voice of Victory was simply doing what he felt was best to protect one of our kinfolk from her own troubling behavior.

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 9:25:14 PM)
He listens with a patient ear and a stilled presence as he sits motionless in the leather chair. He waits for his tribemate to complete his tale before he dares to speak all his own. His hands move to his lap, and nine fingers entertwine in some pattern as his palms press together; it's a gesture he makes only rarely, and thus only one person in New Orleans has managed to discern its inner meaning. "....So, Trooth-Een-Thawt. You are born under Her half-stare." He declares, nodding upwards to the ceiling to that most elusive but most overbearing Celestine. "... From one Fang to another, Hans asks; Does your ears hear truth in ze telling oof zis tale?"

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 9:26:37 PM)
I believe that I have heard the truth on this matter. All parties involved have told similar tales without prompting from myself or from each other.

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 9:29:52 PM)
His head nods slowly as the fingers begin to wring and twist around each other in an idle manner. "Hans sees..... Hans sees." He responds in a hushed voice, strangely subdued and disarming for it being so close in the aftermath of his moon. "Very vell. Keet-toon ees now Hans ward. Trooth-Een-Thawt ees to gather Teem-poor-oonce, potential mate to Falcon's Eye, as vell as Keet-Toon, und your own vard, avay from ze others oof sept." He says as he rises to his feet and a wince rings through his expression for a moment.

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 9:32:38 PM)
"Your new mission ees to haf our cousins go through Keet-Toon's wardrobe, und gather that vhich she would embarass Falcon further with." He states as he moves towards the mortar-and-brick mantle, opening the lid to a ceramic Falcon and fetching a startlingly thick roll of green paper. "You four are to return here to Nest, unt burn revealing clothes vhile Keet-Toon prays forgiveness to Falcon at shrine." He pauses and tosses the entire wad of bills to Valerian, easily having nearly two thousand dollars folded up in a rubber band. "Have kin take young cousin shopping for clothes that are queenly. Gif young cousin.... American Makeover."

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 9:34:08 PM)
"Keet-toon may leave Plantation now, since she tempts those of lesser tribes und causes concern for ours." He explains as he moves to take a seat back in The King's Throne. "Purchase cellular phone for young kin. Make sure eet has GPS chip inside." He offers in an afterthought, and his expression remains flat and totally unreadable.

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 9:35:07 PM)
*he blinked lightly and rose to his feet as he took a moment to try and understand what he wanted and then it all seemed to come together as he looked mildly confused as to why it was his task to make this happen, but he was not going to argue the point at the moment as he bowed his head* I'll make sure it's done.

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 9:37:48 PM)
"Do not tell young cousin oof GPS device een phone." He continues in a longer winded explanation than he even expected as he settles into the chair and closes his eyes in a bracing moment. "Truth-Een-Thawt. Hans asks much of you, he ees avare oof zis." He notes as his eyes open a little. "You are only child of Falcon een city zhat shows promise oof becoming worthy Fostern. Hans must rely heavily on you, unt these eyes trust your judgements unt mettle."

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 9:39:07 PM)
[gonna do some revising. The devil just came in.]

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 9:39:41 PM)
[Kitten's coming in]

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 9:39:49 PM)
[cool with you?]

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 9:39:50 PM)
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Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 9:39:58 PM)
[Hope so, cause it's too late now! *L*]

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 9:40:02 PM)
(yup, is cool with me. lol)

Natasha Ormanian (Sep 26, 2010 9:40:28 PM)
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Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 9:40:29 PM)
*he bowed his head deeply at the compliment* I will do what you ask.

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 9:41:43 PM)
((I'll need someone to set the scene?))

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 9:41:46 PM)
"Sings are een motion zhat cannot be undone, brother." He offers in a vague but revealing fashion as he takes an effort to lean forward ever slightly in the chair. "Zhese matters are priority of Hans, und all oof Falcon een zis sept. All else must be... dell-uh-gay-tid to other Fangs until Hans sees zis charge done. Do you understand?"

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 9:43:21 PM)
[The Falcon's Nest. It's six miles east of the Sept itself in a decently sized two-story Victorian style building of antebellum origin. The house has a circular gravel driveway and seems well maintained. Round conical roof with three gables in front and a bay window is the first thing someone sees as they pull up in the driveway. There's a massive cyprus tree in the center of the circular driveway, making it a landmark of sorts to those that have been told of the house.]

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 9:43:56 PM)
[The Falcon's Nest is the headquarters for all Silver Fangs, as well as Hans personal home. It's lavish and well taken care of, but not embarassingly expensive-looking.]

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 9:44:05 PM)
((Ahh, thanks.. BRB< I have to reset, and I'll need a sec))

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 9:44:06 PM)
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Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 9:44:12 PM)
I understand completely. It will be dealt with expediantly and without delay.

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 9:44:55 PM)
"So, Hans hears you haf joined pack, ja?" He says, switching gears for a moment and breaking his grip on his entertwined fingers.

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 9:45:49 PM)
I have had the honor of being welcomed into a pack under Bat. She is an interesting totem if not altogether completely understood. Though she seems to draw mostly honorable and noble Garou to her.

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 9:48:33 PM)
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Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 9:48:41 PM)
(wb)

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 9:48:41 PM)
((Fixed, sorry))

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 9:48:44 PM)
((Thank you))

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 9:50:15 PM)
*Kitten couden't look much more out of place then she dose here, the gothed up little kinfolk's eyes emphsized by dark khol, her delecate form balanced easily on her high heels and looking around quitely... biteing her lower lip*

Natasha Ormanian (Sep 26, 2010 9:50:19 PM)
*Natasha was out back at the shrine for falcon. She was sitting not far off from the shrine just sort of gazeing at it.. Remembering the past experience she had with it, and allowing her thoughts to wander and contiplate the many questions nagging at her lately.*

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 9:52:35 PM)
"Ja, she drew Hans for many moons een Magid vhen Hans vas Thomas." He notes in a tone of reverent recollection. "Eet vas not ze kind oof attention zhat she vanted, for Hans hunted ze Bat, not sought." His manner becomes slightly more rigid, but still that sense of drained weariness is prevelant on his scarred features. "Remember, brother, even een pack, you are still claimed by Falcon before all. Do not let seductive words oof Bat stray your mind."

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 9:55:25 PM)
*She moves along quitely, walking to the grand house and looking around thoughtfuly*

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 9:56:23 PM)
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Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 9:56:46 PM)
*he tilted his head ever so slightly at the reference that his thoughts could be swayed away from his true family* I do not believe it to be her intention to draw me away from Falcon's brood, but I shall be wary none the less. I wish only to bring honor to my pack with Falcon's guidance.

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 9:59:18 PM)
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Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 9:59:30 PM)
((*laughs* Ok, this time I'm sure it's fixed))

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 10:00:25 PM)
"She ees not tainted, but she answers ze call oof the Urge vith zeal." He notes as his features begin to manifest some inflection of animation. "Hans asks Trooth-Een-Thawt to be loyal to pack und Bat, be true to self and vith your packmates; but do not remember whose blood coarses through your veins, brother."

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 10:00:27 PM)
(wb, again)

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 10:00:29 PM)
[wb! *wave*]

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 10:01:57 PM)
I will not forget the blood of which I was born Ender of Blight-rhya. *he spoke with a certain conviction in his voice, almost like an oath as he stood a little taller at the mention that he might forget where he came from*

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 10:02:54 PM)
*Kitten wanders inside and searchs slowly, takeing a deep breath, an effort to look made up today has her in dark stockings and a black dress, searching deeper into the big house*

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 10:05:07 PM)
"Gud, wery gud." He offers in response, seeming satisfied that his scrutinous manner has been met with a firm resolve. Something shifts and clicks in the foyer as the semi-familiar scent of Kitten begins to linger into the living room. His face flushes with a crimson pigment for a moment. His eyes close, and he appears suddenly solemn and serene for a flickerflash of an instant. "Ve haf company, brother. Vould you see our guest into ze living room?"

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 10:06:24 PM)
*Kitten's pale features are delecate and lovely, small hand holding a little black leather purse as the young kinfolk waits in the grand foyer*

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 10:08:37 PM)
*he nodded his head lightly, turning and walking from the room, taking a quiet note of Hans' reaction as he headed out to the foyer to greet Kitten* Good evening Miss Kitten.

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 10:10:46 PM)
Hello Sir *She smiles up at him hestantly, the delecate kinfolk walking closer to the hansom young silver fang, hips swaying a sshe walks on her dark high heels* I hope your haveing a good evening too, Sir.

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 10:12:43 PM)
It has been a good evening thus far. *he made a slight motion with his hand* Please, Hans is waiting for us in the living room.

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 10:13:17 PM)
Y..yes sir.. I know.. umm.. I know that I have to speak with him.. *She tentively walks with Valerian, resting her small hand on his to allow him to escort her*

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 10:16:01 PM)
*he wasn't sure as to why she wished to be escorted, but it was a gentlemanly duty to do so and so he did, leading her into the living room where Hans awaited*

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 10:17:28 PM)
*The little kinfolk releases Valerian's arm after giveing a little squze and swallows, curtisying respectfuly as she walks into the room*

Natasha Ormanian (Sep 26, 2010 10:19:54 PM)
*she was out by the shrine just phased out..*

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 10:20:40 PM)
They enter a living room by way of three small steps that mark the edge of the hallway. Inside the living room bares familiarity of any cozy corner of anyone's house; a sofa along the right hand wall with a cherrywood coffee table sitting in front of it. Inside the coffee table is an oval shaped bevelled glass in the center, and no hint of dust can be seen. To the left is Hans, sitting in one of two antique chairs of green leather with etched cherrywood legs. Along the walls are pictures, framed photos, and other notions of memorabilia. On the left wall next to both leather chairs is a pretty impressive sized mantle of ornate maroon brick, though no fire stokes in the screen for the moment. Hans looks at the duo now with that hard-to-read, flat and undiscernable emotionless face. There's no stern-ness in his features, though no lingering sense of resign like moments ago. The ahroun seems stoic, it would seem, though the curse isn't nearly as prevailant as it typically is.

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 10:20:50 PM)
[wooo post bomb! *scores a 7.1 on that one*]

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 10:22:29 PM)
((*Laughs* Soo big..))

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 10:24:27 PM)
His hands rest in his lap, and all nine fingers are entangled in some nest as knuckles touch in a musing stance. "Keet-toon." He declares as a face is given to the noises and scent that he sensed mere moments ago. "Haf seat. Hans vill haf word with you." He instructs, his voice flat but genuinely genial for a change. His stare shifts to Valerian, and the Fang nods to the unoccupied chair opposite him. "Trooth-Een-Thawt, you sit as vell. Ve talk now."

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 10:25:04 PM)
*The young kinfolk curtises to Hans, the delecate kinfolk nodding and walking to sit down, smoothing down her dress and gaze meekly downcast as she sits at the couch*

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 10:26:09 PM)
*he slowly had a seat, watching the proceedings carefully but remaining quiet and unobtrusive*

Natasha Ormanian (Sep 26, 2010 10:31:45 PM)
*She slipped in through the back door, and made her way into the kitchen to grab herself a drink of ice water. *

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 10:33:19 PM)
"You are een house of Hans, and awl Fangs zhat call New Orleans home." He begins, offering a lingering undertone that the roof and all four walls that surround him are not his and his alone. "Many things have been heard by zhese ears zhat bringhis mind in great turmoil. Hans ponders zhese tales, und he vishes to ask many qvestions about many matters." He pauses as his attention wanes to the sound of a refridgerator door opening, and his emerald gaze fixates on the arrival of Natasha as that same strange flush of color emanates from his features for a flickerflash moment. His gaze returns to Kitten, and he continues.

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 10:35:56 PM)
*A tiny smile when Hans blushs when looking to Natasha.. the young kin noding, smileing a little, seeming happy a moment then her expresson somber again* Yes, Sir.. I was very bad, but I think it is mostly ok now

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 10:36:21 PM)
"Keet-toon. Hans speaks vith truth in his mind and vith awl ze tact his mind can muster." He offers in a disclaimer as he continues. "You are not een danger in Hans house, but Hans cannot say ze same for ze house on holy ground oof our caern." He confides, unabashed yet unthreatening with this revelation. "Keet-toon has been seen by eyes oof ze lesser tribes, und some bare hints oof succumbing to ze Urge Wyrm and threatening taint in thoughts oof mating vith young kin."

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 10:37:20 PM)
Err.. but.. *She blinks and blushs, then speaks soflty* It wouden't be.. I'm not tainted! Maiting with me isn't agest the rules.

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 10:38:56 PM)
"Oh, but eet ees against most ancient laws, young cousin." He corrects in that same polite and soft tone. "Hans vonders at times eef Keet-toon knows not the origins oof her blood, or ze customs of our kind." He shifts a moment within the cushion of the leather chair in some feigned attempt at growing comfortable. "Hans vonders eef young cousin was not taught ze ways of Falcon."

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 10:40:32 PM)
I was taught a little.. I mean.. but.. *She takes a slow, deep breath, then speaks soflty* I'm not claimed by anyone.. so.. if I mait with someone, it's ok. I mean, it's not a crime. Garou often can't commit to protect kinfolk then lay with.. most garou are born and rased by kinfolk that have no idea what the garou even are

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 10:41:29 PM)
"These eyes first fell on Keet-toon, und Hans drew many conclusions." He continues, raising a hand with palm facing her and his index finger extended, as if beckoning for patience. "Hans saw young cousin plagued by past, und allowed doubt to become her shield, oblivious on how weak it made her look." He says while each word is controlled and projected with some effort of sublime patience.

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 10:42:58 PM)
Yes Sir.. *She nods a little Hans*

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 10:44:53 PM)
"Hans has declared solution." He says. "As eldest oof tribe, Hans takes Keet-toon as ward, to protect young cousin from those who bare not ze title of Noblesse, whose souls und wits are not known by Falcon." His words hold some strange weight of foreshadowing, as if the fates of the entire sept has been forseen by his worn and tired eyes. "Vhile under guardianship oof Hans, Keet-toon vill learn how important her line ees. Keet-toon vill learn ze vays oof Falcon, und she vill act as a child oof Falcon."

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 10:46:21 PM)
"Natasha!" He calls out in a huff'd voice of slight amplification, but is nowhere near as projecting as the usual shouts he has been made both famous and infamous for in the eyes of True and Kin alike within the city. His attention returns to the kinfolk, and he allows a pause to manifest in the room in terms of dialogue.

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 10:46:39 PM)
*Kitten shivers and looks quitely down, biteing her lower lip hard* Y..yes Sir.. I guess..umm.. I belong to you now, Sir

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 10:47:52 PM)
"You are not Hans property." He urges in correction to Kitten in a somber and authorative voice. "You lose nothing but some oof ze ignorance in your head, young cousin. You are Hans vard; not his mate."

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 10:48:16 PM)
I..I can't take up your time though Sir.. your always busy and..umm.. If your my guardian you pretty much do own me, Sir

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 10:50:33 PM)
"Hans vill make time." He declares as some tinge of irritation begins to linger in a bite to his tone. "As long as Keet-toon shows villingness to learn; Hans vill teach. Hans has many matters to attend to, ja. Many things both een and out oof sept calls for Hans to answer. Hans vill not control Keet-toon's life, but he vill outlaw her from being embarassment to tribe."

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 10:51:10 PM)
Y..Yes sir.. I don't want to take up your time, Sir.. I'll try and be very good

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 10:51:30 PM)
[*pokes Valerian/Natasha*]

Natasha Ormanian (Sep 26, 2010 10:51:33 PM)
*natasha came into the livingroom with her glass of ice water and raised her brow quesitoningly at her name being called. She wore a brilliant blue dress that brought out the color of her eyes, her long black hair was pulled up and away from her slendar neck. Her hands both holding the glass as she looked about the room with a small incline of her head.*

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 10:52:16 PM)
*Kitten waves shyly to Natasha*

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 10:52:38 PM)
"Ah, Natasha-cousin." He murmurs in a much more subdued and welcoming tone. "Gud, zhat vas you een kitchen after all." He muses with the faintest of confiding smiles manifesting on his features. "Hans has task for you, young one. Hans trusts you vith task."

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 10:52:44 PM)
*he jumped a bit at the yell, looking over to Natasha as she came in the room, he had not really expected the yell and had begun drifting in his own thoughts as it seemed Hans had been well in control of the situation*

Natasha Ormanian (Sep 26, 2010 10:52:48 PM)
*she offered a friendly smile to kitten and a small then her attension went to hans*

Natasha Ormanian (Sep 26, 2010 10:53:20 PM)
*She nodded her task* I shall do my best as always and not dissapoint you.

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 10:56:16 PM)
"You are to take Trooth-Een-Thawt und Keet-toon to house of young kinfolk." He declares as he offers a gesturing glance to the other kin. "Vhen Helios next brings his heat upon ze earth, Trooth-Een-Thawt ees to standby vhile you both perform audit on young cousin's wardrobe. Hans has seen many outfits zhat Keet-toon vears zhat would make Falcon's screech sound through the skies as he tumbles to the ground in shame. You are to bring zhese articles here, unt ve are to burn zhem as Contrition to ze Great Vinged Vone."

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 10:58:32 PM)
Your going to burn my clothes?! *Kitten seems suprised by the suggestion, eyes wide and an unhappy frown on the young woman's face*

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 10:58:59 PM)
"From zhere, you are to take young cousin to... maul." He continues, and seems to struggle with the one syllable word for shopping. The word emerges in an unsteady grunt, as if the incertainty of the term was slightly upsetting. "Trooth-Een-Thawt has funds, und Keet-toon ees to find suitable replacements for trashy clothes." He declares, his full attention on Natasha and ne'er breaking in the faintest to the others involved in this mission. "She ees a child oof Kings; she is to look presentable from zis point on."

Natasha Ormanian (Sep 26, 2010 10:59:08 PM)
*she nodded her head to hans*It shall be done..

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 11:00:01 PM)
Sir.. *She frowns and looks down quitely, unhappy and unconforble* Yes Sir

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 11:00:24 PM)
"Nein, Keet-toon. /You/ are to burn your clothes, und kneel before ze altar oof Falcon and beg forgiveness for your emabarassing behavior vhich insults him." He corrects in that same subdued manner. "Your past ees crutch. Ve vill purge zis crutch und make you stronger."

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 11:03:03 PM)
*The young kinfolk nods glumly, gazeing down and unhappy with the siutation, her hands in her lap*

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 11:06:02 PM)
"You almost started a var last veek with your actions, young cousin." He reveals in a subdued and relented manner, seeming blind and oblivious to her discontented appearance. "Three vorthy warriors nearly felt ze wrath of our entire tribe because oof your actions... Ve may not agree with your morals, but ve vill protect our own with a fury not known to this world since the eldest days." He offers in a vague weaving of some obscure tale. "Vhen you step into ze sept, eenside zhat mansion vhich ve all assemble, you are Fang; a child of Falcon. Do you understand?"

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 11:07:12 PM)
What? How did I.. I only talked a little, I talked back and that was wrong, but what did I do that almost got someone else in trouble? I don't understand sir

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 11:09:14 PM)
"Eet ees ze vay you carry yourself." He explains. "Eet ees not vhat you say, but how you say eet. Eet ees how you walk, how you dress, und ze impression you leave on others both True and Kin alike." He elaborates as he attempts to lean forward, forcing another wince to wash across his features. "Ze tale zhat was spoken vas not vhat had occurred. Ze tale alone vas enough to bring anger to the mind of Hans."

Natasha Ormanian (Sep 26, 2010 11:09:18 PM)
*She looked to the two of them and took her seat. She looked over at val then to Hans as he spoke she was uncertain of what it all pertained to but she wanted to see kitten better dressed for a long time she had tried taking her clothes shopping before and she added* I had gotten her pretty clothes to wear at the sept and some clothes for her to wear at her house that she might find more to her likeing. Not sure what this is all about, but I assure you it is not the clothes i had picked for her to appear in more formal occasions.

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 11:09:54 PM)
*he had nothing to add to things at the moment, quietly observing and waiting to be set on this mission of importance, now seeing for the first time why it was so important as he hadn't really understood it before, his eyes flicking quietly up to Natasha for a moment and then back to Hans and Kitten*

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 11:10:57 PM)
I.. I dno't know if I can be blamed for the impression people get from hearing about me. I can change what I do.. but.. I don't understand. I know you were angry with me for talking back, but why would anyone get in a fight about it?

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 11:11:36 PM)
He looks to Natasha, and his head slowly shakes side-to-side as her explanation is heard well by his ears. "Hans does not care eef Keet-toon valks around home een stained undergarments as old as ze Guantlet itself. Vhen she ees een sept, she is to be seen as vhat she ees, a daughter from a long line of Kings." He looks to Kitten as she offers confusion, and he nods his head in a knowing way.

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 11:12:48 PM)
"Ja, zis is vhy zis must be done, young one." He offers in response to her question. "You know not vhat you do, thus vhy you are not being punished for such a crime. Instead of yelling, instead of invoking wrath und temper und public display of ostracism, Hans instead vill teach young kin ze vays of all our kind een hopes that she /vill/ understand."

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 11:12:57 PM)
Yes, Sir.. I understand that. *Frowning at the suggestion she's dirty, a little flash of pure, bright hate at that, but she dosn't talk back, looking down at her lap* Yes, Sir

Natasha Ormanian (Sep 26, 2010 11:17:19 PM)
*She took a sip of her water her eyes drifted from kitten ot hans.. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before speaking to hands once more* Might I ask a quesiton?

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 11:19:25 PM)
"Ja, zis is not official meeting. All may speak freely, ask vhat zhey vish." He reminds Natasha in that same worn manner as he manages, begrudgingly, to rise to his full height in a frail and pained effort. His eyes stare at the floor for a moment as a confused expression wanes on his features for a moment. "Vhere are manners. Hans has beverages oof awl types een kitchen. Vhat ees poison oof choice for all?"

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 11:20:08 PM)
Are you.. arlright, Sir? You seem.. I mean, you don't have to do that.. i could get drinks for everyone

Natasha Ormanian (Sep 26, 2010 11:20:44 PM)
are kinfolk still unable to travle alone or at night without there guardian?

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 11:25:47 PM)
"Hans sleeps here, Keet-toon. None of you do, zhat makes you guests. Hans vill see to your needs." He offers dismissively as knees lock and he pauses for a moment. He looks to Natasha, and his head slowly shakes in protest. "Nein, ze land ees not purged by zhat vhich would harm our cousins. At night all must be guarded lest they arrive to sept." He informs and moves towards the kitchen.

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 11:26:22 PM)
(brb)

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 11:27:03 PM)
(on second though. I need to walk the dog and head off for the night, for the purpose of Natasha, he will stay to take her home, but I gotta fly)

Valerian Fedor (Sep 26, 2010 11:27:24 PM)
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Natasha Ormanian (Sep 26, 2010 11:27:48 PM)
(ok night val)

Natasha Ormanian (Sep 26, 2010 11:28:06 PM)
*she nodded to hans And thought about that a moment*

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 11:29:39 PM)
He disappears into the kitchen and the sound of clinking glass tapping against each other is heard between doors of cabinets opening and closing methodically. He leaves the two kin and the silent Philodox to discuss things unabated by his influence or awareness as he does whatever it is that he's doing in the other room.

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 11:30:30 PM)
*Kitten just sits numbly, waiting quitely and seeming unintersted in her surroundings*

Natasha Ormanian (Sep 26, 2010 11:32:45 PM)
you should be honored kitten

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 11:33:57 PM)
Err.. ohh. yes Ma'am.. I'm sorry Ma'am *Kitten nods meekly to Natasha and stands again, brushing a hand though her red hair*

Natasha Ormanian (Sep 26, 2010 11:34:37 PM)
*she gently reached over and took kittens hand* you allright?

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 11:35:27 PM)
I just want to go home *She admits soflty* I like trying to help but it always seems to go wrong

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 11:36:24 PM)
He returns into the living room in what appears to be a silver serving tray held in a firm grip of both hands. How he's able to handle silver is a mystery. Perhaps it's not silver, but an aluminum or a tin that shines as vibrantly as the metal that offers his kind to be a bane of their existence. Atop the tray holds four tiny glasses the size of shots that rest atop of slender fluted necks. In the center is a crystal bottle of some reddish liquid that bares familiarity to Natasha, but oblivious to Kitten. Perhaps /it/ is nothing more than red wine. It certainly holds that pigment and texture at first sight. "Hans hears deception een tone of Keet-toon, Natasha." He muses in a light tone that dares to offer a joke or a tinge of humor. The serving tray is lowered onto the coffee table, and the top of the choiff is sent loose while the fragrance of aged berries and some intoxicating aroma begins to waft in the room.

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 11:37:27 PM)
Eumm.. Thank you Sir.. that looks very nice *She nods to the huge werewolf*

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 11:38:17 PM)
He begins to pour the contents of the rich crimson liquid into the tiny, slender shotglasses one by one as he hears the words of the young kin. "Come child. Tell Hans vhat you reall vish to say. These ears hear ze bitterness in your vords."

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 11:39:31 PM)
It's nothing, Sir. I'm sorry if my tone gave any offense *This time her voice has gone blank and quite, gazeing down and standing passively by as she holds her purse*

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 11:42:09 PM)
The first glass is given to Valerian as protocol demands. The second to Natasha, as station of ward and guardian are seen to truth. The third to Kitten, and he grasps the final one himself with a hand that holds only three fingers and one thumb. Kitten speaks and a single wistful breath escapes his thinned lips. He looks to Natasha, patiently, and allows a single look reveal much of what is on his mind as he waits for her to speak in followup.

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 11:43:00 PM)
*She takes the glass and holds it with little more animation and energy then a maniquine*

Natasha Ormanian (Sep 26, 2010 11:45:09 PM)
*she graped the glass in both hands and leaned back in her seat. she placed it to her lips waiting to taste the delicious brandy once more.. She became quite and pleased very pleased at the appearence of the liquid* thank you..

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 11:46:20 PM)
"Child. Hans ees not a monster all ze time." He confides to Kitten in a voice that is too low and too faint to be the broken english that he usually exerts. "He ees not a villian zhat vants to remove all sense of self oof Keet-toon. He is gud man, und good Fang." He iterates as he dips his chin to Natasha in gratitude. "Eef Keet-toon can know zis, und believe ze vords that these lips speak, zhen it is a start."

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 11:47:20 PM)
*She seems suprised when Hans speaks quitely to her like that. looking up to his face, tilting her head to the side and nodding a little, but it's almost impossble to tell if he's reached her or not*

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 11:51:35 PM)
"Hans spends all his time giving battle to those that defy Gaia's will, und Falcon's will." He explains in a weary and resigned tone, the volume still barely a murmur. "Hans ees tired, alvays tired. But he must keep appearances vith those who vould prey on such weakness." He finally takes a step back, and puts his back in the northwestern corner of the living room while he's given a chance to face the trio. "Zis drink comes from Hans native land of Duvenstedt, young one. Eet ees rare, und takes a full generation of thirty years to make." He explains to the young kin, newcomer to his strange customs. "Zhere ees a berry inside zis drink that only grows for one month every decade. Ze craft of preparing this ees closely guarded secret oof Fangs. Not even children of Stag know its recipe."

Kitten (Sep 26, 2010 11:56:30 PM)
*Nodding she watchs him speak, maybe looking sympthetic for a moment before her expresson cools to nothing again, just quitely standing by, holding the glass and looking down at the liquid*

Hans Lange (Sep 26, 2010 11:57:54 PM)
"Zis drink implies unity to all of Fangs within zis home." He continues, and finally looks to Natasha with that solemn and resigned expression. "Natasha-Cousin. You stand in house of Falcon, velcomed by Ender-oof-Blight. Speak true oof name and line." He bids to the young kinfolk.