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jeremiah_garou) wrote2014-02-28 08:40 pm
jeremiah_garou) wrote2014-02-28 08:40 pm
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So long as.
February 28, 2014
The moon is in the waning New (Ragabash) Moon phase (4% full).
Maddie sits on the couch, a somewhat bemused expression on her face. Her walking stick rests across her lap, for once, rather than against the arm of the chair.
The front door creaks open, and then shut, long enough to admit someone to the Library. Someone who's being quiet in his entrance and making his way about the stacks until he gets to the open area aside from the noise that the door makes, and when he spots Maddie, one hand raises in greeting. I saw Charlene, he signs. She said I should come by? There's a furrow of brow that follows the questioning expression.
Maddie glances over as the door opens, though it seems for a moment she might have been expecting someone else. "Maddie greets him. She does need to talk to him, yes. Though now she has even more news than she had expected to." A gesture over toward the refrigerator, letting him read the note for himself rather than sharing what it says.
Jeremiah tilts his head as he listens, and nods, and moves over to the refrigerator, peering to read the note. And then he reads it again, and there's a bit of a grin. Well that's a good thing though?, the question gets signed, before he moves to open the fridge, careful not to dislodge the note. You want anything? For himself, he seems to be getting a bottle of water.
Maddie shakes her head to the offer of something from the fridge, waiting until he's gotten his bottle of water and turned back toward her before signing her response: It is… unexpected. And a bit overwhelming, one might gather. "But she has other matters to discuss with him as well, and not pleasant ones, she fears."
Jeremiah tilts his head, and nods, taking his bottle of water and moving over to take a seat on one of the simplest of folding chairs. A sip of water later, and he nods once more, and signs, Okay. What's going on here, anyway? That furrow to his brow is back.
Maddie signs: They have a prisoner downstairs who must be guarded until facing judgment, and given numbers, he must be one of the guards. "Maddie will see that his shifts are at times that they are least likely to have visitors from other tribes, to avoid any potential unpleasantness."
There is a nod, but the ahroun's brows arch sharply at the very first. Alright, he agrees, with no real argument given to that task. Jeremiah pauses, and explains briefly: Visitors from other tribes is why I haven't been here. Quoz told me that the Pure One who was formerly Alpha of this Sept was around, and I told him in return that it was better for him not to be the one to tell of my presence. And I have been keeping clear. And then Jeremiah's question is signed, a quick double-repetition of the sign the only indication. Who? A brief pause, and it follows: What did they do?
Maddie says, "One of their own. Becky stands accused—and admits—to being Man-Eater. It is likely only the manner of her death that is uncertain, at this point, and even if that were not to be the case, Maddie would see her cast from Rat's protection for it. As they have no half-moons and it was not one of them that discovered what she had done, though, it has become a sept matter rather than a tribal one."
Jeremiah stands up, and has turned towards the stairway, but the theurge's 'as they have no half moons' stops him, every muscle tense and coiled, and his hand moves away from where there is almost certainly some sort of weapon hidden underneath the layers of his clothing. There's a slow sigh, and a breath that's visibly counted, and he turns back, to sign. They should let it be a tribal matter, he responds, visibly grumpy now. I liked her—but. I would still kill her for that if it were up to me, if it were our choice. Mama Rat gives second chances, teaches us to survive and do more than that. She spit on it.
There is another pause, and then aloud as he returns to his seat, he adds, "But if it's to be for the half-moons, someone should find Salem-rhya."
Maddie asks simply, "She has done great wrongs, there is no question of that—as Maddie said, she does not think it is so much a question of if Becky will die for what she has done, so much as how. Whatever he may say, though, Maddie does not think he is truly the sort of man who would deny someone even the consideration of a small measure redemption in death. Whether such is warranted… well, it is not either of them best suited to decide… and someone has already gone to find him."
The ahroun takes a deep breath again, and nods. The anger takes time to simmer down to a manageable level again. She has been in this city, doing this, since I stopped following her about, in July, comes the next bit of sign when he's gotten himself together enough. His lips bare in a snarl that doesn't get voiced, but Jeremiah is still clearly pissed off about this. And you're right… just. There's a small sigh.
"It is not easy, no. They all failed to see it and to stop it sooner, in part because they liked her." Maddie doesn't join him in sighing, but only just. "Maddie expects they will have a great deal to talk about as a tribe in the weeks ahead. But for now, she must go and relieve Bad-Boy downstairs."
Jeremiah nods, and lifts a hand, both in parting, but also with one more question. You're elder now, he points out. I know it's overkill, but I have your permission to stay? I'll be around, though.
Maddie replies, as she shuffles over to the staircase, "So long as the Bullfrog remains true to himself and to Rat, he will have a place here." From her tone, it's clear that the Theurge has no doubt that he will continue do both.
The moon is in the waning New (Ragabash) Moon phase (4% full).
Maddie sits on the couch, a somewhat bemused expression on her face. Her walking stick rests across her lap, for once, rather than against the arm of the chair.
The front door creaks open, and then shut, long enough to admit someone to the Library. Someone who's being quiet in his entrance and making his way about the stacks until he gets to the open area aside from the noise that the door makes, and when he spots Maddie, one hand raises in greeting. I saw Charlene, he signs. She said I should come by? There's a furrow of brow that follows the questioning expression.
Maddie glances over as the door opens, though it seems for a moment she might have been expecting someone else. "Maddie greets him. She does need to talk to him, yes. Though now she has even more news than she had expected to." A gesture over toward the refrigerator, letting him read the note for himself rather than sharing what it says.
Jeremiah tilts his head as he listens, and nods, and moves over to the refrigerator, peering to read the note. And then he reads it again, and there's a bit of a grin. Well that's a good thing though?, the question gets signed, before he moves to open the fridge, careful not to dislodge the note. You want anything? For himself, he seems to be getting a bottle of water.
Maddie shakes her head to the offer of something from the fridge, waiting until he's gotten his bottle of water and turned back toward her before signing her response: It is… unexpected. And a bit overwhelming, one might gather. "But she has other matters to discuss with him as well, and not pleasant ones, she fears."
Jeremiah tilts his head, and nods, taking his bottle of water and moving over to take a seat on one of the simplest of folding chairs. A sip of water later, and he nods once more, and signs, Okay. What's going on here, anyway? That furrow to his brow is back.
Maddie signs: They have a prisoner downstairs who must be guarded until facing judgment, and given numbers, he must be one of the guards. "Maddie will see that his shifts are at times that they are least likely to have visitors from other tribes, to avoid any potential unpleasantness."
There is a nod, but the ahroun's brows arch sharply at the very first. Alright, he agrees, with no real argument given to that task. Jeremiah pauses, and explains briefly: Visitors from other tribes is why I haven't been here. Quoz told me that the Pure One who was formerly Alpha of this Sept was around, and I told him in return that it was better for him not to be the one to tell of my presence. And I have been keeping clear. And then Jeremiah's question is signed, a quick double-repetition of the sign the only indication. Who? A brief pause, and it follows: What did they do?
Maddie says, "One of their own. Becky stands accused—and admits—to being Man-Eater. It is likely only the manner of her death that is uncertain, at this point, and even if that were not to be the case, Maddie would see her cast from Rat's protection for it. As they have no half-moons and it was not one of them that discovered what she had done, though, it has become a sept matter rather than a tribal one."
Jeremiah stands up, and has turned towards the stairway, but the theurge's 'as they have no half moons' stops him, every muscle tense and coiled, and his hand moves away from where there is almost certainly some sort of weapon hidden underneath the layers of his clothing. There's a slow sigh, and a breath that's visibly counted, and he turns back, to sign. They should let it be a tribal matter, he responds, visibly grumpy now. I liked her—but. I would still kill her for that if it were up to me, if it were our choice. Mama Rat gives second chances, teaches us to survive and do more than that. She spit on it.
There is another pause, and then aloud as he returns to his seat, he adds, "But if it's to be for the half-moons, someone should find Salem-rhya."
Maddie asks simply, "She has done great wrongs, there is no question of that—as Maddie said, she does not think it is so much a question of if Becky will die for what she has done, so much as how. Whatever he may say, though, Maddie does not think he is truly the sort of man who would deny someone even the consideration of a small measure redemption in death. Whether such is warranted… well, it is not either of them best suited to decide… and someone has already gone to find him."
The ahroun takes a deep breath again, and nods. The anger takes time to simmer down to a manageable level again. She has been in this city, doing this, since I stopped following her about, in July, comes the next bit of sign when he's gotten himself together enough. His lips bare in a snarl that doesn't get voiced, but Jeremiah is still clearly pissed off about this. And you're right… just. There's a small sigh.
"It is not easy, no. They all failed to see it and to stop it sooner, in part because they liked her." Maddie doesn't join him in sighing, but only just. "Maddie expects they will have a great deal to talk about as a tribe in the weeks ahead. But for now, she must go and relieve Bad-Boy downstairs."
Jeremiah nods, and lifts a hand, both in parting, but also with one more question. You're elder now, he points out. I know it's overkill, but I have your permission to stay? I'll be around, though.
Maddie replies, as she shuffles over to the staircase, "So long as the Bullfrog remains true to himself and to Rat, he will have a place here." From her tone, it's clear that the Theurge has no doubt that he will continue do both.