Cerwin is quietly moving around in the apartment, checking through some items bought for the store before stocking them on the shelves. There are tsumi brushes, tea, acupuncture needles, and several types of exotic spices and tonics. A long, black case rests on the table, and for once the red backpack is nowhere in sight.

After some careful examination of the fire escape, Yi climbs up to see the door of it dented at the middle. With an arched brow, she signals Alicia to come on up, creaking the punched piece of metal open to step in. "Lyra? Are you home?"

Cerwin has gathered up some of the boxes, and Yi's presense in the doorway is a shock as he didn't hear her open the fire escape door. He starts slightly, but calms as soon as he recognizes the Gnawer. Hands full, all he can manage is a brief bow in greeting, and a smile.

Easily making her up the rungs of the ladder to the fire escape, Alicia swings herself up next to the Gnawer, rolling shoulders back and popping them.

Yi glances behind her, making sure Alicia gets up the ladder ok, then blinks in a stop when she sees Cerwin. "Oh, hello. Cerwin, right?" She quickly bows her head in a returned greeting, seeing as it's only polite, and it's one habit that hasn't gone away. Looking back to the Coggie galliard, the Gnawer steps aside and lets kinfolk and Groo see each other. "Have you met Cerwin?" she asks of Alicia.

"I know Cerwin." Alicia says as she climbs into the window after the Gnawer, pulling her hair back. "Hey Sexy." She comments to the kin, clicking her tongue ring along her teeth slowly, grinning.

"Cerwin," the kin affirms for both Yi and Alicia. He manages to blush only slightly at Alicia's greeting, and attempts to steer the subject. "Did you come here to see Renee?"

Yi brushes away a forelock of hair, shaking her head. "I was looking for Lyra. She said she had... 'messed up' her apartment a little." The Gnawer glances around. Yup. "Thought I would help clean it up."

Alicia walks over to Cerwin and places a kiss on his cheek, then wanders about the apartment to look around, whistling to herself.

Cerwin accepts the gesture without turning red, but it appears to be a near thing. Yi's comment leads him to glance about at the still remaining damage that he and Meiran haven't gotten to. "Yes, she...appears to have had a bad night." He manages to make it sound mostly diplomatic, despite the staggering understatement.

Yi draws in her lower lip to bite back a smirk at how Cerwin looks fairly embarrassed. Or maybe flattered. Still, she meanders towards a photograph still hanging, and attempts to straighten it. "I heard about it," she says quietly before turning back to the two. "Alicia, do you think you could stay to help clean up a little bit? I know it is a bit much to ask, to clean up after a cub..." she trails, eyes again looking around the rather, er, erratic status of the living quarters.

"Is she alright?" Cerwin asks Yi, apparently concerned. He sets the boxes back down on the table. "I don't know what happened, but I hope it wasn't anything too bad." Long distance to the room: Yi' gods. Whatever my roommates are cooking, it smells so damn good.

"Mm.. I suppose I can, since I got nothing else to do and that just means you owe me one." With a hint of a grin upon her face, Alicia rummages about. "Also depends if Cerwin is ganna give me a kiss."

The Gnawer blinks. Well, it is a small favor to ask, and at least there will be a separate pair of helping hands. Yi nods in agreement, though she can't fulfill Cerwin's end of the bargain there. To which, she looks at the kinfolk with a brow arched and a hint of an embarrassed smile.

Although he's mostly facing Yi, Cerwin seems to have caught some of what Alicia said. The most significant part, at any rate. "I wouldn't dare impose on your Tribe like that. Cameron likes the Fianna Kin to keep to themselves," he tells her after a moment. Not a trace of wheedling on his face, just a simple statement of fact.

"So? Do we give a shit what Cameron thinks?" Alicia says with a smirk. "Its not an imposing if I'm asking for one." She winks to the kin.

Yi touches her fingers to her forehead, rubbing lightly. "You are bold, Alicia," she says with a chuckle. "But is Cerwin daring?" The no-moon glances between the two, sorting out whether she should be supporting of a light smooch. There's nothing wrong with a sign of affection... right? The Gnawer shrugs at Cerwin. "Just a light kiss on the cheek shouldn't hurt." Oh dear god, now she's suggesting it.

After chewing on his lip for a moment, Cerwin nods. The pressure from the two young women is too much! "Fair enough." With a deft move he takes Alicia's hand and kisses it delicately, then steps back. He gives her an expectant look.

"Pfft. Boys." Alicia steps forward, wraps her arms around Cerwin's neck and tugs him close. She lays into the kiss, pressing her lips firmly to his, open mouthed, showing him exactly why Children of Gaia have that certain reputation. Rowl.

Yi blinks, surprised. "Bold and daring," she mutters softly, shaking her head but dropping her eyes away to the glass shards upon the floor. It's impolite to stare too. That, and she could say she didn't see anything.

Cerwin doesn't exactly struggle away from Alicia, and he's certainly polite enough to return the favor. However, as soon as he's managed to part from her, he steps back, clinging to his composure. "Good enough?" he asks with raised eyebrows.

"I don't know, you tell me." Alicia says, releasing the kin from her embrace and moving off to clean up some of the room. She has a shit eating grin upon her face. Cerwin coughs politely, and turns back to Yi. He apparently doesn't intend to dwell on the price of Alicia's help for any longer than absolutely necessary. "Is Lyra alright?" he asks again.

Yi clears her throat, the sound probably lost to the kinfolk. The Gnawer though, does nod. "Last I saw her, she was ok." Crouching, Yi picks up a larger piece of glass with a slight bloodstain upon it. She smiles at her faint reflection in the cracked piece, though it isn't a pleasant one. "Do you know if she has come back at all?" Brown eyes turn back up at the kin.

Cerwin shakes his head at Yi. "Not that I know of. Meiran is very worried." He stops suddenly, realizing that Yi and Alicia might not know the woman. "Have you met her? Lyra's Aunt Meiran?"

Yi gathers some more shards of glass, standing up and shaking her head. "No, I have not. Has she returned?" Hesitantly, the Gnawer looks in the direction of the aunt's bedroom.

"Yes," Cerwin confirms. "Just the other day. And Renee is staying here as well." He assumes Yi would know Renee, as they're both Gnawers.

Yi nods slowly, knowing Renee though she wonders what has spurred the galliard to live here as well. Then again, it must be an effort to spur on Gnawer comraderie. Or Rage-curse the place faster, who knows. "So her aunt has returned... and the apartment is, still like this." The Gnawer glances around. Then, a realization. She turns back to Cerwin. "Is Meiran kinfolk? Do you know?"

"Renee and I are fairly certain she is." Cerwin looks about, a little sadly. "She just got back yesterday, actually. We've been cleaning. It was much worse." He seems like he wants to partially defend Meiran.

Nodding again, as she has been doing so a lot lately, Yi deposits the glass into an available trashcan. "I suppose we'll find out when Lyra and her meet again. Or some other time." She doesn't seem in too much of a hurry, for one who was worried about a Veil breach. Yi checks around for a broom. It would be easier with one, wouldn't it?

Alicia is moving about the room, cleaning and straightening, whistling a happy tune to herself.

"I think there's a broom in the kitchen," Cerwin offers after watching Yi examine the glass. He then fetches some of the boxes from the table again, and this time he does get them down to the store proper. Once they're placed, he returns to the apartment, for the rest of the items.

Yi ahs, thanking Cerwin with a nod and stepping into the kitchen to retrieve the proper sweeping tools. Dustpan set onto the ground, she sweeps glass around into a pile, meanwhile thinking and resisting the urge to hum a certain song regarding dwarves in a diamond mine. "What is she like?" she finally asks Cerwin, pausing to shake off some dust particles onto a pile.

Cerwin begins retrieving more boxes and bottles from the bags, and he considers Yi's question before answering. "She didn't know about the Garou, but she seems to be taking it as well as you can expect. She didn't scream, or faint, when Renee changed for her." He moves the black case aside to make a little more room on the table.

"Oh? That's a good sign," Yi comments, holding back on some other quip. "Since you've met her, I suppose that you found out where she had gone this whole time?" The Gnawer spares a glance back towards Alicia-Cleaning.

The Gaian has gone on to singing a song, trilling her beautiful voice along as she shoves stuff into a garbage bag.

Cerwin shakes his head. "I don't know precisely, but I think she said she was in Europe." He frowns, thinking on it. "London, maybe." He groups the various tonics and teas, presumably by the desired effect.

Yi tips the dustpan down and sweeps the shards and remains of destruction into it, crouching to make sure it is fully swept. Dumped back into the garbage, Yi comes back and briefly observes Cerwin's adjustment of tea-types. "You know herbal medicine?" she queries of the kin, taking a moment to listen to Alicia's singing as well.

Cerwin holds his thumb and index fingers close togther. "Just a little bit. Sifu has been trying to teach me a few things, but we don't always have time for it. I only have a few hours on the weekends." A look of regret passes over his face, and he banishes it just as quickly. "Do you?"

Yi shakes her head. "No, not nearly enough for me to know anything," she replies, checking out some of the jars and such. "How is your Sifu? He is well, I hope?" A pause. "Or she." There's always an exception. Upon talking about a more familiar cultural subject, her eyes seem to gain a brighter light.

"He," Cerwin tells the Gnawer with a grin. "And thank you. Sifu Bei is well, but tired, I think." The kin frowns slightly. "He works too hard."

Yi furrows her brow, concerned over elders, and especially sympathetic to one described as hard-working. "What does he do?" she asks, before leaning the broom against the sidewall and moving over to straighten some of the disarray around the area.

"Teaches too much." Cerwin's answer is flat and unequivocal. "He should let the rest of us take more classes. Or, well, the other advanced students. I'm not around enough to be a very useful teacher, anymore." A shake of his head, and the kin tries to steer the subject again. "How have you been?"

Yi, as if sensing the disappointment, or otherwise disinterest in pursuit of that topic, shrugs. "A little bit of this, and a little bit of that," she answers ambivalently. "I have been training daily, but it is all the same. Not much that I can learn, at least from books and movies." The Gnawer shakes her head. "And other things. Getting cash, keeping watch, making sure nothing is coming to end the world anytime soon again."

Cerwin raises his eyebrows, and shifts so that his arms are folded. "Books and movies? Oh, you're training to learn how to fight?" He seems surprised he couldn't remember that.

Yi pauses amidst her cleaning, turning to face the kin. She shrugs. "My sifu told me not to do as such. The martial arts are for inner harmony, balance, peace of self-awareness." She pauses. "But it does come in useful in a fight, true." There is a wry smile tugging at her features. Perhaps, even one that could be described as regretful. "Still, it is no way to train. Books and movies. I looked into some dojos, here, but generally I cannot stay long."

Cerwin nods and smiles in agreement. "Exactly." He taps his chin, thinking. "I don't know of any local schools myself that can take a casual student, but I'd be willing to help if I can."

Tilting her head a bit, Yi eyes Cerwin. "That would be a good idea," she says, "but I tell you I have not had as much intensive training. Only for a year or so, a little more."

Cerwin waves his hand. "That's not a problem. I've taught a variety of students. Summer and I still spar together, and she didn't know any kung fu at all when we started."

"Summer?" Yi echoes, searching for a face to put with the name. Eventually she does come up with a sort of hazy idea. "Oh, mm... Cameron's girlfriend, yes? I have not seen her in awhile." The Gnawer nods, this time with more of a smile. "You have been training for a long time I guess, to be able to train others. I would be glad to be under another skilled one's tutelage."

"Yes, that Summer." As to the subject of teaching, Cerwin simply says, "I can't confer rank, if that matters. But I can hopefully at least help. I'm not as good as a true Sifu, but, maybe I'll rate better than the average movie." A self-deprecating grin follows that comparison.

Yi laughs, nodding with understanding. "Rank, not something I care for. Knowledge, skill, the ability yes. Not as good as Li Nin Kit, but it will do." She smiles at the kin. Then another thought. "Oh, you still have the sword you brought before? The first time I met you?"

Cerwin taps the black case on the table. "Yes, right here. I was getting some final repair work done on the hilt. Good as new, now."

Yi looks down at the case, and then wets her lower lip. Here's anticipation. "You know the one who fixed it? Does the person also make weapons?" She looks to the kin, a little eagerly perhaps.

"I think she does," Cerwin says after a moment. "Make them, I mean. She's a metalworker through the University, my Sifu sent me to her. Not one of us, but this was a family restoration job. She does a lot of work with antiques and automobiles." He indicates the case again, and explains, "This was my great-great-gradfather's sword."

Yi does her best not to look too crestfallen. "Oh," she murmurs, "well... perhaps she knows someone who is willing to, ah, forge a weapon. A sword, or lajatang."

Cerwin looks a little surprised. "A lajatang?" More silent thought, and finally he says, "That might be a little more difficult. It will be easiest to approach someone who is not Kin or Garou as if you were hoping for a museum-quality reproduction. Those are always popular, and not scrutinized too carefully. Elsa can probably help you find someone, though."

Sighing, the Gnawer shakes her head. "It is not for museum display. It is for real use." She shrugs it off though, not expecting her good fortune to have lasted this long. "Elsa, that's her name yes? Maybe though, if she knows someone. The weapon... it must meet certain, qualities."

"Elsa Roberts. In the University's department of arts," Cerwin says, elaborating. "If it's for real use, the museum dislay fascade might still hold. But, if it needs to be for anything particularly out of the ordinary, that might be difficult." The kin bites his lip. "Have you talked to Lance? Who runs the junkyard?"

Shakes her head. "I haven't had the chance, but that is due to me needing resources first." Yi swoops her fingers around her neck and rubs. "He does have contacts though. But I need the name of one who can make a proper weapon. Such smiths are few, these days."

Cerwin nods. "They are. Even this sword is very old." Unable to offer much more help in this direction, he shakes his head. "Hopefully, Elsa can steer you in the right direction."

Yi nods slowly, accepting the advice, the help, and the offers. "Thank you," she tells the kin with a low bow of her head. "Your help and advice is truly appreciated."

[And so the two of them clean up the apartment and depart for the night.]