Braided Crossroad (SP-RP8/9) 01/2017 - 01/2019
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 1:18 pmIndy
Zander didn’t so much as breath funny when she came to take a seat at the bench, but he did, inwardly, sigh in relief. He didn’t always see her. Sometimes he just left things for her on the bench and hoped she would find it before raccoons did. But it was something more than that too — it was worry.
He would be lying if he didn’t admit he saw something familiar in her. She was alone, a werewolf without a pack. She moved fearfully, as all loners are fraught to do, but uncertainly. As though she were afraid of her own shadow. Instinct told him she was untrained. Cats were different from her in that way; a feral cat could do no great harm, but she could.
He shifted uncomfortably, then smiled slowly and naturally. Yet still without looking at her, as though maybe he’d just thought of a nice thought. He shifted his eyes to the sky, an empty blue — for now.
Then he did something next he hadn’t done before. He talked.
"It’s a full moon out tonight," he said casually enough, as though he was really having a conversation with himself.
For not the first time he wondered if she knew what he was. That would make it easier. But maybe she hadn’t quite made sense of what her instincts were telling her yet. In which case, this could be awkward.
"… Weird stuff happens on full moons ".
Indy
Zander didn’t so much as breath funny when she came to take a seat at the bench, but he did, inwardly, sigh in relief. He didn’t always see her. Sometimes he just left things for her on the bench and hoped she would find it before raccoons did. But it was something more than that too — it was worry.
He would be lying if he didn’t admit he saw something familiar in her. She was alone, a werewolf without a pack. She moved fearfully, as all loners are fraught to do, but uncertainly. As though she were afraid of her own shadow. Instinct told him she was untrained. Cats were different from her in that way; a feral cat could do no great harm, but she could.
He shifted uncomfortably, then smiled slowly and naturally. Yet still without looking at her, as though maybe he’d just thought of a nice thought. He shifted his eyes to the sky, an empty blue — for now.
Then he did something next he hadn’t done before. He talked.
"It’s a full moon out tonight," he said casually enough, as though he was really having a conversation with himself.
For not the first time he wondered if she knew what he was. That would make it easier. But maybe she hadn’t quite made sense of what her instincts were telling her yet. In which case, this could be awkward.
"… Weird stuff happens on full moons ".
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 1:18 pmCat
Zander had gone five minutes early. Again..
As far as tending the shop, his escapades didn't really matter today. Granny wanted to take a walk anyway. ..Her concern was that she didn't know where it was he would sneak off to or what he was doing, and that made her uneasy...Old Granny Buttermilk was a very deceptive woman. She was short, pudgy, dare I say even huggable looking. She had a cane, a flower-embroidered shawl, white hair in a grandma bun, and small glasses on the bridge of her round nose. Her wrinkles even seemed mostly smile lines... But that was the deception. Friendly as she appeared, Granny had a fierce grumpy side no one would've suspected. It manifested itself in various ways: Talking trash about her daughter-in-law, griping about a feral pack-member, making Toby sleep on a bench in the park for missing curfew, and most recently extorting a loner to work for peanuts in her antique shop until she felt thoroughly compensated for the loss of a vase he accidentally broke during his last visit.
Yes indeed. Granny was a very deceptive woman.
That vase wasn't worth much more than a few days of labor, but she had convinced the poor pup that it was worth a fortune JUST so she could keep a close watch on the sneaky loner. Granny didn't trust loners. She didn't like them. Back in her day, she would have had the scamp either inducted into the pack or run off the territory by now.. To say nothing of those intruders from the rival pack... And that little spy Kratos was harboring... And those werewolf hunters too now that she thought of it!Nevertheless, Granny was not the Alpha of Phantom Mountain anymore. Hard as it was to admit or even accept, her territory belonged to a new alpha and this new alpha was going to do things his own way. Granny could offer advice if she wanted to, but Kratos didn't have to listen to her.. It was nice of him to have so patiently listened to her complaints and concerns the other day, but the plain and simple truth was this: The mountain was his. Not hers. She was too old to lead a pack. Besides, when that Gathem or Goliath or whatever-his-name-was had been running amok, what was she able to do about it? Nothing. Kratos and his pack defeated the reprobate, so they had technically earned her beloved mountain... Which made it easier..
Besides, Granny could see a lot of potential in that Kratos. He reminded her so much of someone she used to know, someone who became a great leader.. Granny smiled at the thought, though she felt a little sad inside too. The memory was bittersweet.
Suddenly, Granny paused.
A smell had brought her out of her thoughts. She sniffed the air a few more times to be sure.. She wasn't mistaken. There was yet another unfamiliar werewolf in Reknab Bend! Where? Where was this dirty little waste? Granny turned her head in the direction the smell was strongest, feeling a growl in her throat. Upon seeing the building ahead, however, her hostility promptly fizzled: The police station and jail...So, the stranger was in the jail? Good.
...Not good. It was a full moon tonight.
Great. So much for a leisurely walk! Now she would have to convince Thomas to let the flea-ridden mutt out so he didn't end up blowing their secret to the town tonight... Or even worse, killing people if his wolf wasn't trained.
Cat
Zander had gone five minutes early. Again..
As far as tending the shop, his escapades didn't really matter today. Granny wanted to take a walk anyway. ..Her concern was that she didn't know where it was he would sneak off to or what he was doing, and that made her uneasy...
Old Granny Buttermilk was a very deceptive woman. She was short, pudgy, dare I say even huggable looking. She had a cane, a flower-embroidered shawl, white hair in a grandma bun, and small glasses on the bridge of her round nose. Her wrinkles even seemed mostly smile lines... But that was the deception. Friendly as she appeared, Granny had a fierce grumpy side no one would've suspected. It manifested itself in various ways: Talking trash about her daughter-in-law, griping about a feral pack-member, making Toby sleep on a bench in the park for missing curfew, and most recently extorting a loner to work for peanuts in her antique shop until she felt thoroughly compensated for the loss of a vase he accidentally broke during his last visit.
Yes indeed. Granny was a very deceptive woman.
That vase wasn't worth much more than a few days of labor, but she had convinced the poor pup that it was worth a fortune JUST so she could keep a close watch on the sneaky loner. Granny didn't trust loners. She didn't like them. Back in her day, she would have had the scamp either inducted into the pack or run off the territory by now.. To say nothing of those intruders from the rival pack... And that little spy Kratos was harboring... And those werewolf hunters too now that she thought of it!
Nevertheless, Granny was not the Alpha of Phantom Mountain anymore. Hard as it was to admit or even accept, her territory belonged to a new alpha and this new alpha was going to do things his own way. Granny could offer advice if she wanted to, but Kratos didn't have to listen to her.. It was nice of him to have so patiently listened to her complaints and concerns the other day, but the plain and simple truth was this: The mountain was his. Not hers. She was too old to lead a pack. Besides, when that Gathem or Goliath or whatever-his-name-was had been running amok, what was she able to do about it? Nothing. Kratos and his pack defeated the reprobate, so they had technically earned her beloved mountain... Which made it easier..
Besides, Granny could see a lot of potential in that Kratos. He reminded her so much of someone she used to know, someone who became a great leader.. Granny smiled at the thought, though she felt a little sad inside too. The memory was bittersweet.
Suddenly, Granny paused.
A smell had brought her out of her thoughts. She sniffed the air a few more times to be sure.. She wasn't mistaken. There was yet another unfamiliar werewolf in Reknab Bend! Where? Where was this dirty little waste? Granny turned her head in the direction the smell was strongest, feeling a growl in her throat. Upon seeing the building ahead, however, her hostility promptly fizzled: The police station and jail.
..So, the stranger was in the jail? Good.
...Not good. It was a full moon tonight.
Great. So much for a leisurely walk! Now she would have to convince Thomas to let the flea-ridden mutt out so he didn't end up blowing their secret to the town tonight... Or even worse, killing people if his wolf wasn't trained.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 1:19 pmTeg
Saber stared at the bars that confined him for what felt like the hundredth time. By now he had located every groove and every mark that they housed. His eyes drifted down as he continued to wait. Unfortunately the floor was as boring as the bars in front of him. He inhaled and quietly exhaled in frustration, as his finger continued to tap impatiently on the bench he sat on. Waiting wasn’t something Saber particularly liked doing, but it had unfortunately become the norm now that he was in Reknab Bend.
It had been about a month since he arrived. With nothing to his name except the clothes on his back, he began to find waiting was a necessary evil to survive on the streets. Saber had to wait and watch for the most opportune moments to take what he needed. So far he had managed to steal from multiple convenience stores, tips from waiters and even managed to steal someone’s meal at a restaurant once. Saber figured he needed the food more than them, so he took what he could get. Everyone else had money to buy things, they could easily replace what was stolen. It was harmless enough. Saber on the other hand had nothing. He would happily pay for the things he’d stolen if he could just manage to get a job here, but that was an entirely different kind of waiting game he had to play as well. He hated it. Just like he hated waiting here in this cell for an officer to come and finally let him out.
Saber sighed again in frustration as he leaned back against the cold wall, trying to get into a more comfortable position, as he continued to wait for someone to come for him. Saber folded his arms as his near black eyes settled on watching past the bars to the nearest side someone could enter the room from. He glared at the air that filled the space, just so whoever did finally enter would know just how displeased he was being there.
Teg
Saber stared at the bars that confined him for what felt like the hundredth time. By now he had located every groove and every mark that they housed. His eyes drifted down as he continued to wait. Unfortunately the floor was as boring as the bars in front of him. He inhaled and quietly exhaled in frustration, as his finger continued to tap impatiently on the bench he sat on. Waiting wasn’t something Saber particularly liked doing, but it had unfortunately become the norm now that he was in Reknab Bend.
It had been about a month since he arrived. With nothing to his name except the clothes on his back, he began to find waiting was a necessary evil to survive on the streets. Saber had to wait and watch for the most opportune moments to take what he needed. So far he had managed to steal from multiple convenience stores, tips from waiters and even managed to steal someone’s meal at a restaurant once. Saber figured he needed the food more than them, so he took what he could get. Everyone else had money to buy things, they could easily replace what was stolen. It was harmless enough. Saber on the other hand had nothing. He would happily pay for the things he’d stolen if he could just manage to get a job here, but that was an entirely different kind of waiting game he had to play as well. He hated it. Just like he hated waiting here in this cell for an officer to come and finally let him out.
Saber sighed again in frustration as he leaned back against the cold wall, trying to get into a more comfortable position, as he continued to wait for someone to come for him. Saber folded his arms as his near black eyes settled on watching past the bars to the nearest side someone could enter the room from. He glared at the air that filled the space, just so whoever did finally enter would know just how displeased he was being there.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 1:19 pmMae
Saber might have been waiting an eternity for someone to fill the space between his eyes and the floor, but any time spent in a jail cell was bound to feel that way somehow, whether or not it was the truth.
Presently, an officer did come around the corner to stand in the line of Saber's indignation. Unfortunately, though, the officer did not afford Saber the much-desired glance of acknowledgement. Rather, he simply retrieved a folder from a metal file cabinet on the opposite wall and turned to leave the room.
Mae
Saber might have been waiting an eternity for someone to fill the space between his eyes and the floor, but any time spent in a jail cell was bound to feel that way somehow, whether or not it was the truth.
Presently, an officer did come around the corner to stand in the line of Saber's indignation. Unfortunately, though, the officer did not afford Saber the much-desired glance of acknowledgement. Rather, he simply retrieved a folder from a metal file cabinet on the opposite wall and turned to leave the room.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 1:19 pmTeg
Saber glared hard at the passing officer. A part of him wanted to get the officer's attention but he suppressed the urge. If making him wait quietly was their game, he’d play. If it could possibly help him get out faster, he’d definitely play. He’d just have to settle with giving the man unreceived death glares instead. Still, Saber could feel a low growl rumble down in his chest as the officer walked toward the rooms exit. Being ignored was the worst.
Teg
Saber glared hard at the passing officer. A part of him wanted to get the officer's attention but he suppressed the urge. If making him wait quietly was their game, he’d play. If it could possibly help him get out faster, he’d definitely play. He’d just have to settle with giving the man unreceived death glares instead. Still, Saber could feel a low growl rumble down in his chest as the officer walked toward the rooms exit. Being ignored was the worst.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 1:19 pmMae
Officer Thomas Clerk exited the room unhindered and entered the front area of the station, setting the files on his desk and promptly sitting back down to his computer. From the file retrieved from the backroom, Officer Clerk produced several complaints about graffiti around town. He added another note and closed the folder. Then he pulled up a new folder that had already been on his desk and began looking over the file.
Mae
Officer Thomas Clerk exited the room unhindered and entered the front area of the station, setting the files on his desk and promptly sitting back down to his computer. From the file retrieved from the backroom, Officer Clerk produced several complaints about graffiti around town. He added another note and closed the folder. Then he pulled up a new folder that had already been on his desk and began looking over the file.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 1:19 pmTeg
As he waited oh so very patiently, Saber felt a grumble down in his stomach. He breathed a rugged sigh at the reminder of how painfully hungry he was right now. It had been several hours since he had last eaten anything, and beyond that, several days since he ate a decent sized meal.
Even though it had been a month, Saber was still having a difficult time adjusting to life on the streets. It wasn’t like he had ever been homeless before, so everything was new to him. His whole body, both mentally and physically, seemed to be in pain from the experience. Even his back and limbs felt sore from having to sleep on benches and alleyways. He had no idea how people could possibly ever live like this for months, let alone for years.
Saber felt the urge to try to get the police officer to come back as a distraction from the physical sensations, but he suppressed it. Instead, he slide his back down farther as he shifted a bit, trying to get as comfortable as he could in the cold cell. He crossed his legs as he continued to glare at the nothingness in front of him. He decided there was only one thing left he could do to waste away the time as he waited: Getting lost in the deepest and darkest depths of his own thoughts.
Teg
As he waited oh so very patiently, Saber felt a grumble down in his stomach. He breathed a rugged sigh at the reminder of how painfully hungry he was right now. It had been several hours since he had last eaten anything, and beyond that, several days since he ate a decent sized meal.
Even though it had been a month, Saber was still having a difficult time adjusting to life on the streets. It wasn’t like he had ever been homeless before, so everything was new to him. His whole body, both mentally and physically, seemed to be in pain from the experience. Even his back and limbs felt sore from having to sleep on benches and alleyways. He had no idea how people could possibly ever live like this for months, let alone for years.
Saber felt the urge to try to get the police officer to come back as a distraction from the physical sensations, but he suppressed it. Instead, he slide his back down farther as he shifted a bit, trying to get as comfortable as he could in the cold cell. He crossed his legs as he continued to glare at the nothingness in front of him. He decided there was only one thing left he could do to waste away the time as he waited: Getting lost in the deepest and darkest depths of his own thoughts.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 1:19 pmCat
Old Granny Buttermilk entered the room only a few minutes later, greeting the officer with a warm smile. "Hello Tommy, how are you today?" She asked pleasantly, making her way over to the front of the officer's desk. Being as old as she was, she had known quite a few of the Reknab adults when they were just kids, and fondly referred to them by their kiddie names.
Cat
Old Granny Buttermilk entered the room only a few minutes later, greeting the officer with a warm smile. "Hello Tommy, how are you today?" She asked pleasantly, making her way over to the front of the officer's desk. Being as old as she was, she had known quite a few of the Reknab adults when they were just kids, and fondly referred to them by their kiddie names.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 1:19 pmMae
Thomas looked up from his desk and gave a pleasant smile. "Why good afternoon, Mrs. Buttermilk." He said in a cheerful way. "Oh, you know, just looking after things around here. How have you been, Mrs. Buttermilk?"
The fondness of Sophia's greeting was both mutually received and shared by the small-town officer of the law, for as with most folks in Reknab Bend, their relationship was a long-standing one. Thomas had known Sophia since he was fifteen, when he would race around behind her "dust-shop" with a bunch of friends. Back then, the fear of the lady was a firm stamp in the mind of every youth in town, but since having grown up there was nothing unpleasant between them. In fact, all three of Thomas' daughters were well acquainted with the "sweet little-old-lady that runs the treasure-shop."
Mae
Thomas looked up from his desk and gave a pleasant smile. "Why good afternoon, Mrs. Buttermilk." He said in a cheerful way. "Oh, you know, just looking after things around here. How have you been, Mrs. Buttermilk?"
The fondness of Sophia's greeting was both mutually received and shared by the small-town officer of the law, for as with most folks in Reknab Bend, their relationship was a long-standing one. Thomas had known Sophia since he was fifteen, when he would race around behind her "dust-shop" with a bunch of friends. Back then, the fear of the lady was a firm stamp in the mind of every youth in town, but since having grown up there was nothing unpleasant between them. In fact, all three of Thomas' daughters were well acquainted with the "sweet little-old-lady that runs the treasure-shop."
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 1:19 pmCat
"Quite well, thank you." Granny said, nodding her head. Slowly, she lowered herself into the visitor's seat and sighed. "My, it's been awhile since I come here. It looks a might different from how it was when I came to take Toby off your hands." She said, looking around the room, then put up her hand and turned her head down. "Now I know some folks didn't approve of my doin' that, but my boy ain't missed a curfew since, so it speaks for itself." Now she laughed: A warm little laugh that couldn't exactly be heard, but made her face glow and her plump little body shake. "Anyway I've come to see if you've taken any little scamps off the street who ain't done no serious crime, but is still in need of some punishin'. I've got a community service opportunity for 'em. See, my new hire is a bit of a lazy oaf and I'm looking for someone else who'd be willing to help me manage the antique shop. I'm getting on in years you know. I'd like to spend these golden ages of mine doing the fun grandma stuff like baking cookies and spoilin' neighborhood kids, but my heart's too tied to that old shop-- And I'd like to not have to pay him, hence the community service part, cuz I only got wits enough to manage the payroll of one employee right now." She explained.
Cat
"Quite well, thank you." Granny said, nodding her head. Slowly, she lowered herself into the visitor's seat and sighed. "My, it's been awhile since I come here. It looks a might different from how it was when I came to take Toby off your hands." She said, looking around the room, then put up her hand and turned her head down. "Now I know some folks didn't approve of my doin' that, but my boy ain't missed a curfew since, so it speaks for itself." Now she laughed: A warm little laugh that couldn't exactly be heard, but made her face glow and her plump little body shake. "Anyway I've come to see if you've taken any little scamps off the street who ain't done no serious crime, but is still in need of some punishin'. I've got a community service opportunity for 'em. See, my new hire is a bit of a lazy oaf and I'm looking for someone else who'd be willing to help me manage the antique shop. I'm getting on in years you know. I'd like to spend these golden ages of mine doing the fun grandma stuff like baking cookies and spoilin' neighborhood kids, but my heart's too tied to that old shop-- And I'd like to not have to pay him, hence the community service part, cuz I only got wits enough to manage the payroll of one employee right now." She explained.
