Meeting Brendan
7/14/2007
08:12 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waning New Moon phase (1% full).
It is currently 20:09 Pacific Time on Sat Jul 14 2007.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 79 degrees Fahrenheit (26 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the northwest at 8 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.93 and steady, and the relative humidity is 48 percent. The dewpoint is 58 degrees Fahrenheit (14 degrees Celsius.)
Farmhouse: Kitchen and Dining Room
Homey is the first word to come to mind when looking at the farmhouse's kitchen. Dark, wood-paneled wainscoting covers the walls to about waist height, dark beige wallpaper continuing to the ceiling. Twin refrigerators occupy the north wall, facing the large six-burner stove on the south. The kitchen counter runs the length of the eastern wall, broken only by the double-basin sink. Cabinets run above and below the counter and a twin-pane window is set in the wall above the sink. A small pantry is set into an alcove alongside the refrigerators, presumably holding the deep freezer as well as shelves of dry goods.
Some twelve feet above the floor, a large chandelier hangs from the ceiling, lighting the dining room and casting long shadows over the bar to the kitchen. A long table occupies the center of the dining room, three chairs setting along each side, and one on each end. On the west wall, a large window looks out on the trees alongside the western pasture. Set into the north wall is a large cabinet, its glass doors closed on shelves containing a full compliment of fine china and glassware as well as a few decorative nicknacks. On the east, a wide bar separates the dining room from the kitchen.
An opening in the southern wall allows passage to the front entryway of the house, while a sliding glass door in the kitchen opens to a clearing behind the house.
Contents:
Brendan
Obvious exits:
Hallway/Living Room Back Door
In the front rooms, Kaz is sacked out asleep on the couch, snoring quietly. But not, for a wonder, drooling.
Brendan steps in through the back door after a brief and quiet knock, a bag full of sandwiches dangling from his hand. The Kin bends over and lowers his head, taking care to avoid the top of the door frame as he enters. "Hello?" Brendan quietly calls. "Fianna Kin with food here, please don't kill or maim me... "
[look Brendan]
The first word that one might think of when looking at Brendan is 'tall'. The Kin reaches the nigh ungainly height of six foot, nine inches tall and in a good pair of boots he absolutely towers. Another word would be 'statuesque'. The lines of his facial features are crisp and clean, his face devoid of facial hair. The silhouette of his head is reminiscent of a rounded rectangle, though his hair just long enough to curl up and always brushed breaks it up. A pair of stylish black sunglasses are almost always blocking out his vibrant green eyes unless he's inside, or it's dark. The Kinsman carries himself with a sense of confidence and has a smile of straight, perfectly white teeth. His broad shoulders fill out the lines of his navy blue Nautica jacket quite well, and a simple grey scarf shields his neck from the cold. Wearing a pair of stylish, stain resistant slacks with a black leather belt and stainless belt buckle a keen eyed observer could notice the Kin's ever present cellphone in it's holster on his belt. Finishing off the outfit is a simple pair of brown boots, polished and kept in good condition.
Yi approaches and enters the farmhouse from the back glass door, likely having stalked Brendan on his way in. "No one is going to kill you for bringing food. But watch your fingers," says the ragabash with a vague, amused look.
In the front rooms, At the noise, Kaz grunts, rolls over, and falls off the couch. "Ow," she mutters, and then scrambles to her feet. "What?" she calls, voice hoarse from sleepiness.
Brendan jumps a little when Yi announces herself, then brings a hand to hold it over his heart. "Scared the hell out of me." Brendan smiles a broad, perfectly white smile that seems out of place on anything other than a TV screen. "Would you like some sandwiches?" He offers, turning to lift up the plastic bag in the direction of the Ragabash.
Yi blinks a couple times when the kinsman turns around, first taking in the height, and /then/ the face. Her neck cranes up, and she can't help but smile back. "Ah. Yes?" Lost for words for that moment, she takes her gaze away from the man long enough to look in the direction of the front rooms with the thump from Kaz. Of course, those eyes don't stay away long.
In the front rooms, Kaz rubs her head, and wanders into the kitchen. "Hey, yo," she says, cheerfully.
In the front rooms, Kaz goes through the aperture at the northern end of the front hallway to enter the back room of the house.
Brendan takes out a sandwich from the bag and offers it to Yi, informing her. "It's a meatball sub. Would you like it? I've got a few more in there and some cold subs. I didn't know what people liked so I just got a bunch of them." Brendan turns to look at Kaz and waves to her just as cheerfully. "Hello, miss!" He greets in a voice spilling over with confidence and good vibes. "Sandwich?"
Kaz blinks once or twice. "Hi," she eventually says, "I'm Kaz. Some folks call me Ears. I think you said you was Fianna, right?" She adds, limping over to the fridge and fetching a Coke, "I'd love a sandwich-- you got any roast beef in there?"
Yi absently takes the sandwich, still blinking up at the very tall kin. "Thank you," murmurs the ragabash, looking down to the sandwich like it were some foreign object. Then as Kaz comes in, she snaps back to reality. "Kaz. Hello," she greets, taking a couple of steps away from Brendan, just a little closer to the galliard by the fridge. Her limp gets an eye. "Kaz, you are hurt?"
"You're very welcome, miss." Brendan tells Yi, turning to look over at Kaz. "Fianna Kin, actually. And yes, I believe I may have one." The Kin trails off, rooting around in his bag. When Yi calls attention to her wounds, his attention is back on Kaz. "Are you hurt, miss?" He asks, his voice genuinely concerned.
Kaz gives Yi a Look. "Well, I only limp every time you /see/ me..." It's at this point that she puts two and two together and says, "Oh. Right." Her voice is suffused with slight, brief laughter. "No, no, it's cool," she tells Brendan. "It's an ol' thing. Didn't heal right, back aways. I'm a Gnawer, by th' way. Galliard, an' I take care've this place."
Yi is quite noticeably trying not to stare at Brendan. Her eyes stay on Kaz's leg a while, then jump up to the galliard's face. "Oh, oh yes. I remember now," she remarks with her own small sheepish chuckle. Turning back to Brendan then, she shifts the meatball sandwich to her left, and holds out her right hand for a shake. "I'm Yi. Bone Gnawer, ragabash."
"A Gnawer? Well I've gotten along well with your Kin in the past, I think... Yes, I've even had a daughter with one of your Tribemates." Brendan pauses with his free hand on his chin. "Or was that a son... " Brendan turns back to Yi then gently takes hold of her hand, bending his considerable height over to kiss the Garou woman's hand. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Yi."
Kaz leans against the table and wathches this with a very slight smile. "That's cool. More kids," she mutters, "Are always good."
Yi blinks with the kiss to her hand, catching herself pre-protest. "The same to you, Mister..." She pauses, not finding the name. "Have you been here long?" She even casts a quick glance back at Kaz. For help.
Kaz is no help; he hasn't given his name. Plus, she's enjoying the display.
Brendan lets go of Yi's hand and stretches out his arms above his head, sighing heavily as a few parts of his back crack. "Sorry if that was a little... Personal? Fancy? I'm just in a really good mood tonight. It may have something to do with the Irish coffee I had earlier." He looks over at Kaz, then back at Yi, gesturing at himself. "About half a year now. My name is Brendan, Yi. Brendan O'Malley."
Retracting her hand back to her side, Yi offers a mild smile. "Oh, no trouble Mr. O'Malley. O'Malley... Like in that movie with the cats," she notes more for herself than the pair in the kitchen with her. Back to business though, she turns back to Kaz. "I heard you are Caretaker again?"
Kaz's small grin remains, and she registers his name. "Six months, huh? You been helpin' th' Garou any? I mean, other than makin' babies." The grin mutates into a smile. "Yeah, I figure, why not. I ain't got the cash, but Mrs. Kaftan still supports the place, so, hey. And I like cubs, y'know?"
"Funny story, the O in front of our old Irish names. My father always used to tell me me Irish men had names that went O'Malley or O'So and so from the Irish girls, at least, the Irishmen that knew how to please'm!" Brendan laughs at the Ragabash then walks over to sit at the table, passing a sandwich to Kaz. "No, no. I've met a Garou that I like but she doesn't like marriage, or children! I love her to bits but she doesn't talk about it either! I swear, I'm at wits end somedays. I've only had six children and none of them are Garou, I can't be done yet."
Yi nods passingly at Kaz, still a little distracted, but her attention splits. "Well I know it might not be much, but there should be some money left at my flat," she tells the galliard. "If Basil hasn't found and used it all yet," she adds in afterthought. Brendan's little anecdote just gets a faint blush from the ragabash and an averted gaze. She retreats some more to the counter, choosing to stand and eat that sandwich in her hand.
Kaz says, levering herself onto the counter near Yi, "Naw, I meant the non-kid parts. But who's leadin' you on like that? Ain't fair, is it?" She shakes her head at Yi. "Nah, what I mostly need's transportation f'groceries an' stuff. But Jacob said he could let me borrow his car, an' some other guy can give me rides sometimes, so I think it'll work OK."
"Helen." Brendan says a little dreamily, cocking his head to one side. "I love her like I said, but she can't talk about... Well. Anything, without wanting to yell or growl or something. What can I say? I just want a nice little Garou girl to settle down with, marry and have a couple more kids." Brendan turns his attention back to the two of them. "With a great ass." He adds in the same wistful voice. After a moment or two, he snaps into an almost thoughtful expression. "I could get you a car."
"H... Helen?!" Yi coughs out the name around the sandwich, turning aside briefly to just keep herself from choking. Her fist thumps against her chest a couple times and she swallows down. "I'm sorry. You mean Helen... of the Black Furies?" she asks with her brows lifted up.
This snaps Kaz out of her fondly amused state. "Well. I sometimes think Helen oughta've been born an ahroun, the way she carries on. But she'll... calm down eventually, I bet." At this last statement, she blinks, and leans forward. "Yah?"
Lefty steps into the dining room through the sliding glass door.
"Furies need love too." Brendan tells Yi, looking at the Ragabash with a fairly surprised expression. "Hell half the time she's the one tackling me, she's like a *tiger* I tell you." Brendan looks at Kaz, sighing wistfully. "I know, but I'm not going to be in prime breeding shape forever. Neither will she. If she never wants kids and doesn't talk about marriage or stuff, how am I supposed to like... Talk to her?" Brendan looks back at Yi, asking. "What do you think of marriage and children?" Then back to Kaz. "You?" The car is completely forgotten.
Kaz's expression goes back to its mildlly bemused amusement. "Well, me, I love kids, but I'm butt ugly, and also, I can't have them, since I'm a metis. Which is all sad, so instead I hang out and help cubs an' stuff."
Yi looks undecided whether to be embarrassed, or just shocked at the subject. She settles for giving Kaz the first answer, and her? She takes another bite of the sandwich. A small, but occupying one. After stalling for a little while, she swallows down and answers quietly, "It's not so bad. Marriage, children. I have had neither, though."
"Oh, no. You're a pretty girl, you both are. Every Garou woman I've ever been with has had some scars, they ain't nothing to be worried about." Brendan bows his head to the two of them. "That is sad." He admits to Kaz, then glances at Yi. "It's a shame more Garou don't have that attitude, I haven't got one to say 'yes' to marriage yet. Hell, I can't even get Helen to wear a dress. I bought her this little black dress and some stockings and stuff, and she threw them out my apartment window. Theres a bum somewhere out there with forty dollar panties on his head."
Lefty opens the back door of the Farmhouse and steps inside. She was not expecting the small, gathered crowd to be there. "Oh, hey," she says, keeping her vocalizations down to a minimum, thanks to the Jackal's Voice, as she greets everyone.
Kaz says, "Well," and stops, this image dancing in her head. Then she starts again. "Maybe you might wanna figure out what kinda stuff'd heat you up, that she /would/ like to wear." She waves to Lefty from her perch on the counter. "Yo, hey."
Clutching that sandwich just a little tighter, Yi clears her throat softly in awkward silence. Despite Lefty's efforts, the Jackal voice is still grating enough to shave off some of that weirdness from Yi. She looks over to her fellow fostern and ragabash. A nod goes to her. "Speak of the scarred ones," notes Yi now, glancing back to Brendan. "I... don't think I have seen Helen wear a dress before. And, maybe you should reconsider the price you paid for those undergarments. Forty dollars. It's... a lot. For undergarments."
"Helen doesn't really... Get, that kind of stuff like that. Or at least she doesn't want to do it, but I kind of wonder what Cole would think if she put on a school girl uniform." Brendan looks off towards the ceiling in thought again, his lewd philosophy interrupted by the arrival of Lefty. He looks over at her and greets her with a hearty. "Hello! Sandwich?" He offers, gesturing to a bag on the table filled with subs while commenting. "Oh I've paid way more than that for underwear. I don't worry about money when I'm dating a girl."
Lefty's eyes fall on the one person she doesn't know. Her gaze is curious, intent, and fairly thorough as she looks him up and down. "Hello," she says, and it's less of a greeting and more of a statement of intrigue than she perhaps intends. The offer of a sandwich is immediately taken up, and she moves over to Brendan's side, taking the offering with a smile. The subject of the conversation eludes her, and she looks between Kaz and Yi, brow knitting. "Who has forty dollar underwear?"
Kaz jerks a thumb at Brendan. "He's Brendan. He's Fianna Kin." She jerks a thumb at Lefty. "She's Lefty. Gnawer Ragabash." She re-jerks her thumb at Brendan. "He's the one withw the underwear."
"But a street bum has it, now," Yi answers Lefty with another quick nip of the sandwich in her hand. "My teacher once said, 'You may as well be wearing hundred dollar bills between your ass cheeks if you pay that much for those things'," she notes at Brendan.
Brendan looks like he's about to make some comment or another to Lefty, but stops in mid speech and turns to look Yi right in the eyes. In a suggestive tone of voice, the Kin murmurs just loud enough to hear. "A hundred dollar bill ain't nearly as much fun to take off." The Kin is even so bold as to wink at the Ragabash before he goes back to Lefty, offering a hand not occupied with sandwich. "My name's Brendan, Lefty. It's a pleasure to meet you!"
It takes a lot to shut Kaz up completely, but this does it. Possibly she is assidously trying not to laugh.
Lefty is half-way to biting into her own sub sandwhich when Brendan makes this gesture. It stops the older ragabash cold, and she watches him with rapt amazement, a widening smile on her face. "My pleasure," she eventually says, taking his offered hand. she has to put her own sandwich down to do it, of course, having only the one.
Yi of course catches that eye to eye stare, blinking a moment to stare back in a completely non-suggestive manner, and more to re-establish her position. That goes to hell when Brendan speaks, though. The CantoGnawer's eyes go wide for the next few seconds. And then she finally blinks and physically shakes her head to shake off whatever it is. Yi puts down her sandwich, and takes a breath, restoring the actual size of her eyes. "You are a very... interesting man, Mr. Brendan O'Malley. Interesting. And taken," she replies to him.
Kaz watches this process carefully.
Brendan bows his head to the Ragabash in front of him, telling her with a small smile. "I aim to please." Brendan's eyes tick back to Yi and the Kin considers her for a moment, quite plainly giving her a quick once over. "Would it matter to you if I wasn't?"
Lefty sidles up to Kaz, becoming something of a chorus to this little drama. She retakes her sandwich but can't bite it thanks to the ever-widening smile. Somehow, she manages.
Masao steps into the dining room through the sliding glass door.
"Well, yes," is Yi's reflex answer. Then she immediately backtracks and adds her disclaimer, "But that is only a situation, not reality, is it?" She shoots a look over at Kaz and Lefty, trying to gauge them in their bit of silence.
Kaz's eyebrows flicker up and down. "But it'd be an interestin' hypothetical, wouldn't it?"
"It's been four months now, nah... Longer. If Helen doesn't start opening up and stuff, I might be single again soon." Brendan tells Yi, his eyes mostly on the Gnawer as he speaks. "But whoever I date next, she'll have to be the type that wants children. Not out of duty or because I want them or because she'll look good. Want. My mom is going to *kill* me if I don't marry *someone* eventually."
The lights in the farmhouse draw things other than the usual woodland insects to their cheery glow. Que the sliding open of the door to the barnyard and the arrival of yet another Gnawer. One hand ruffles her hair while the other closes the sliding door behind Masao, the teen turning to blink into the shift in light. Faces come into focus sharply enough even if one isn't too familiar. "Hey, s'a party in here or what?"
Kaz mutters, "Somethin' like that," to Masao, at which point something clicks in her head and news spews out, despite the small drama in front of her. "Hey, speakin' of parties, we're havin' a shindig durin' the Storytellin' Moot. Me an' Olga. Whoever brings th' most food, I mean, non-purchased food, they's elder. So y'all come, it's gonna be a good evening've stories an' reeefreshments."
"She is not a turtle," Yi states in defense of Helen, though there's a tweak to her tone to a greater generality. "If you want her to be more responding, you should find out what she does like. And what you like. Not what your mother likes." And on that note, Masao steps in. Yi takes her as a most /welcome/ distraction upon distractions, pushing off the counter to greet her. "Hello Masao. Come, meet... Brendan." Kaz's note on news adjusts Yi's attention further towards her.
"I know she's not, and I *do* love her. But I want a Garou wife, I don't want to be a boyfriend forever. That's what I want, not just my mother and father." Brendan shrugs his shoulders, looking over at Masao as she comes in. "Hello!" He greets in a suddenly cheery voice again. "Would you like a sandwich?" Brendan pushes the bag of subs towards her. "A soda?"
Lefty blinks at Kaz's pronouncement. "Oh, awesome!" she says, forgetting for a moment that the exclamation would be turned into a spinechilling squeak by the Jackal's Voice. Even she winces at it, this time, and she hunkers down to take another bite of her sandwich.
"Whoa. Now -that's- a -party-." Masao replies with a slight widening of her eyes, "I'll be there with, like, bells on an' stuff." A smile is given all around and a nod to the face identified, now, as Brendan. "Yo, yo, and yo. Nice ta meetcha, sandwich sounds great, sure on the soda, and I ain't even gonna ask 'bout wifey shit." Lefty's voice earns, if anything, a rather sympathetic sort of wince for the effect of the punishment.
Kaz shoots a grin at Lefty and Masao, and then turns that grin on Brendan. It turns into a thoughtful look. "You're a straightforward guy. I mean, the flirting's fun, but at heart, you're just kinda meat and potatoes, sounds like. I hope you c'n either get Helen to get a brain, or break up with her soon. 'Cause yeah, there's a damn big difference."
And now that people have spoken up, Yi looks a touch more comfortable. At least, comfortable minus the moment Lefty squeaks. Yi also sends a sympathetic wince her way. Brendan gets a quick glance over, re-evaluation in progress. "Is he?" questions Yi on Kaz's observation. "I am curious to know what Helen thinks, now."
"Well if I didn't respect or love Helen I'd have probably tried to kiss you or get you to sit in my lap or something by now." Brendan half mumbles, letting his body slouch over the table a fair bit. "One way or the other. I just don't want to pressure her into deciding hey, lets have a baby. Oh wait, this ain't gonna work. It's all... Confusing and stuff. I could have hooked up with a Fianna girl not that long ago that *wanted* kids, but I chose Helen instead hoping she'd come around or... Something."
Lefty gets invested in the conversation, finally. "Which Fianna?" she asks Brendan, looking from him to Yi and Kaz. Masao's entrance earns a grin and a little finger-wave while holding her sandwich.
Kaz says, mock-mournfully, "No lap sitting? That's sad. Ain't that sad, Lefty? An' no kissin', neither. It's tragic, I tells ya."
Masao fishes in the bag for a sandwich and soda and shuffles over to set both on the counter. Hefting her slight frame up onto it is easy and thus she has a decent vantage point and can return Lefty's wave with a grin. "Hell, havin' kids is a hard choice for folks what -wants- 'em sometimes." she says quietly, turning her attention to the food as her belly reacts to the scent.
Yi once again tenses up at Brendan's reply, definitely not having expected it. Kaz, in turn, gets shot with an 'are you serious?!' look from Yi.
Kaz looks innocent.
Brendan glances between the assembled ladies, then back at Yi. "What? I was just giving a random example, it's not like she's going to do it or anything."
"Sad," Lefty agrees with a nod, on cue. she bites her sandwich while her head nods twice.
Masao rolls her eyes dramatically in an 'oh, gawd, adults' fashion and concerns herself with her soda.
Kaz admits, "Nah, she wouldn't, 'cause she's all conservative and stuff. Can't get her t'do practically /anything/, sometimes." She considers this opinion, and then adds, scrupulously, "I mean. Except all the stuff she's damn good at. Of which there is plenty."
Yi hastily composes herself. That is to say, she gives Brendan a nice big shrug. "I did not say anything. Only, I care about Helen as much as I would a sister. And that she and you are together, is... a good thing. That should not be disturbed." Kaz gets yet another look. "Helen? Conservative?"
Kaz looks at Yi as if she grew another head. "Geez, no. You."
"Well if I'm not with her anymore in the future, maybe then I'll try inviting you to sit with me." Brendan muses, drumming his fingers on the table with his empty hand. Glancing at Kaz, Brendan asks. "Does she ever ever dresses or skirts?"
Lefty can't help but giggle a little as Yi misinterprets what Kaz says. She does so around another bite of her sandwich, trying to hide the amusment by munching loudly.
Kaz considers this question. "Not too often, but sometimes." She adds, hopping back down to the floor and going to fetch her own sandwich, "OK, like, once. Maybe."
Masao picks at bits of the sandwich, keeping an ear to the conversation while she eats. She smirks in kind with Lefty's giggle and scratches at the back of her neck.
"I /am/ right here," Yi snaps at Brendan, feeling that bit of flush coming back. "And yes, I do. More than once." Maybe twice? To Kaz, though, Yi leans forward and eyes. "What do you mean by 'me'? Not like I voted for Bush." Or that she could vote at all.
Kaz hitches herself back up to the counter. "I don' mean politically. I meant, like, socially and sexually. Like, you ain't into BDSM, say. An' you're /shy/, a lotta the time."
"Oh." Brendan remarks, turning to look at Yi again. "Do you like nice underwear too, or would I have to get a lot of hundred dollar bills?" Turning his attention back to Kaz, Brendan says. "I think it's cute. A cute kind of shy, and I *always* vote for bush!" He announces proudly, raising a fist above his head.
It takes Lefty a moment to figure out what Yi means when she mentions Bush, but it comes to the older Gnawer eventually. She glances at Masao, trying hard not to laugh openly. Kaz's remarks make it harder still.
That did it, though. After Brendan, Lefty can't help it. Jackal Voice and all, she starts laughing out loud.
Masao, for her part, quietly chokes on a chunk of bread and stares at Kaz, then Brendan, and then Yi.
Kaz, just taking her first bite of sandwich, just barely manages not to choke, herself, and starts laughing, helplessly.
"I..." Yi starts her comeback, but really, Brendan's comments don't make it easier. She just stares at him, at his question. She doesn't even get around to answering before Lefty laughs out loud, and Yi stiffens up again. It takes her a long, long moment of waiting out the majority of the laughter before she stares right at Brendan. "Save your money," she grumbles out with a sidelong glare at her tribemates. Tribemates who /aren't/ /helping/. "I prefer useful things anyway." And with that, Yi swipes her sandwich back up and heads, quickly, back outside.
Lefty nearly rolls out of her chair onto the floor. It takes a few moments before she can regain her composure, and through gasped breath and a few odd tears, she tries to apologize for subjecting everyone to the grating cackles of the Jackal's Voice. She does not pursue Yi, however, she simply wipes her eyes and shakes her head.
Kaz bangs her head on one of the cabinets, and eventually stops laughing. "Oh, shit," she manages, "I got business with her. Y'all scuse me..." She trails off and follows the Canto-Gnawer.
Masao follows the older Ragabash in her departure, downing soda rapidly to clear her mouth and thusly not really -able- to laugh. She tries to put on an otherwise inscrutable expression and thumps her fist against her chest a few times to settle things. "Aw, shit. Some'a that jus' wasn't nice, but, damn..."
Barnyard
The lane wends its way back and around the farmhouse to here, where it widens into a broad, grassy sward contained only by the woods which encircle it on three sides. Buildings break up the purity of the landscape: an open-sided structure which serves as a garage and the big barn, empty of livestock, to the east. A good-sized vegetable and herb garden furrows the land south of the barn, while a pyramid-like pile of rocks, of similar consistency to the gravel of the lane, rests a few yards south of the garage.
North of the buildings, the fields have long been fallow, hastening a conversion from farmland to natural prairie. A sliding glass door allows admittance to the farmhouse, the interior obscured by Levolor(tm) blinds in a wood-grain pattern. The lane leads out around the house to the southwest. The discerning can just barely pick out the beginnings of a faint path into the woods towards the southeast.
Obvious exits:
FIelds BArn Farmhouse Lane Woods
Yi doesn't even bother to shut the door behind her, walking at a fast clip away from the kitchen and farmhouse. The ragabash walks a very straight line, and very tightly. One could hear a few mutterings in her native tongue to herself, but otherwise Yi doesn't slow until she's at least ten yards away.
Yi is probably almost the complete 10 yards away before Kaz comes clattering out the door, which she does shut behind her. "Hey," she calls. "Um. Sorry."
Yi slows to a halt upon hearing the galliard, turning around. Her reply isn't immediate, but it does come. "It. It's okay." She's not angry, from her tone. "I just needed some air."
Kaz relaxes a touch. "Yeah. I--" She stops, and rakes a hand through her hair. "Kinda got caught up in that. Anyways. You gotta sec? I gotta thing from Vera-rhya."
Yi takes a few steps back, and then starts walking back to the galliard. Slowly. "From Vera?" Quite notably not using the honorific. "What is it?" she asks, again welcoming the distraction.
Kaz limps toward her. "There's this kid, Matt, one of the buncha Walker cubs they got. His mom's an abusive asshole, plus which, she's a Ronin. In our goddamn Protectorate, in St. Claire. She's been there f'/years/, fuckin' her kids up. Vera'd appreciate it if you an' me could pinpoint exactly where she is, an' maybe do a little figurin' on if this chick has, like alarms or shit in her house, or in her Umbra, although this is kinda the wrong time of the month f'that." Kaz seems to have dropped the rhya, too. "An' then report back t'Vera, hopefully so she can hunt her down in unpleasant ways." Opinions? Apparently. "I was talkin' to Jamethon about other stuff an' this came up, an' he said if you wanneda come along, and could find a replacement, he'd be cool with it."
Yi listens carefully, almost hanging on word for word. Eventually her eyes narrow and her expression goes back to a more serious business. "I see. A Ronin? Not one of us, though," muses the ragabash softly. "What are we supposed to do when we find her?" A beat skips. "Why... should we even bother? I know her cub is with us now, but, since she cares for her children 'that' much..."
Kaz says, "Find her, make sure she's there, an' then report back t'Vera." She shrugs. "I'm suspectin' th' Alpha's gonna wanna run her out of town. Th' Walkers've got both Matt an' his brother, so she ain't got any more kids to fuck with, but... She's a loose cannon in our turf. We can't afford to just leave her alone. I'll bet."
Yi shifts her weight uncomfortably, perhaps the galliard's words hitting a little closer to home than they ought. "And if we run into any trouble with her? Do we tell her we have her children?"
Kaz blinks. "Hell no, then she'll just hunt 'em down again. We don't mention the kids, at all."
"Oh, right." Yi rubs the back of her neck with a free hand. "Well... the first thing is finding someone to take my place on the bawn, then." She glances towards the kitchen door. "I could ask Helen again, if I see her. Or maybe Masao, or Lefty. But if this takes a long time, then..." Yi pauses. "Do we have her name?"
Kaz says, "Ayup. And supposedly her address, although I ain't trustin' that til I get there. Anyways, I'll be around; maybe we can go check this out in th' next couple days, once you find someone t'stand in for you. I usually don' ask Guardianfolk t'do this kinda shit, but, well, Vera asked, an' I trust you at my back in case somethin' fucks up an' she figures out we're there. So."
Yi nods slowly, her hand coming back down to her side. "Why doesn't Vera go if she wants to find out about her so badly," muses the ragabash aloud. But then Yi shakes her head and nods again. "In a couple of days, then. While the new moon is still just opening up." She goes quiet for a couple more moments. "Am I really, 'shy'?" she asks the galliard, eyes searching the metis' face.
That's a question that hadn't occurred to Kaz. Until Yi asked it. And she clearly doesn't actually like the fact that she didn't think of it, and that it's something that in fact should be asked. "I... Dunno, actually. Maybe it's because Matt's Urrah and all that. Hell, maybe she's jus' an Ice Queen an' has too much to do." There's a pause, and she mutters, "/Shit/," fairly heartfelt. But then Yi's last question skewers her, and she looks up, meeting her gaze. "Yes and no," she says, after a pause for thought. "You like people, and you like dealin' with 'em, it's just in some ways and in some circumstances, you are. You ain't like some shy people, who're shy all the time. It comes and goes, with you."
Yi averts her gaze again, once the galliard explains, her own expression waxing thoughtful. When she looks back, it's with a small smile. "I was just... He was cute. But like I said, he was taken." That's her reasoning. "And Helen I do care for. It is better not to get involved."
Kaz nods, accepting this at face value. "Yah. Plus which, he ain't smart enough for you."
Yi looks up sharply from her gaze having dropped, and actually laughs. "So you thought so too," she remarks with a relieved exhale. "If he doesn't know how to figure out one ragabash, I'm not sure he knows how to figure out /this/ one." Still, Yi looks a bit cheered with the idea.
Kaz grins, just slightly. "Iz/zact/ly." She jerks her head at the door. "C'mon, let's go bug 'Sao an' Lefty. An' get some lemonade. Works?"
Yi tucks her sandwich back into her other hand, looking towards the door with the suggestion. A flash of worry crosses her face, but then she shakes it off and nods agreement. "I don't get to see them often, now that I'm on the Bawn. And if Mr. O'Malley is still in there... I'll try not to be so... conservative." She gestures back to the farmhouse, a short 'after you' movement given before following in.
Kaz looks slightly stricken and says, "Honestly, it ain't /bad/ that you're conservative. It just means you're you. An' I really... enjoy you." She shrugs. "Anyways. Right, lemonade..." She trails off and goes thattaway.
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