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Scott nods faintly to Elan, and then glances around. "Anyone else have any information on the spirit? Dawn's Fire has been trying to keep the shadow spirits that are lurking about and causing the .... depression and suicidal tendencies from making things any worse than they are, but that's about all the contact we've had with it."

Signe leans a little closer to Dillan, perhaps to ask him a quiet question.

Davy shakes his head. "I think Edge has been busy realmside, most of this week." He glances at Arlen. "Unless you got something."

Arlen clears her throat. "Its origin is... Well, the way I would put it is, the rage of the river awoke and took form. It is not all Wyrm, but large portions of it are. I have not been able, yet, to do extensive research on it, no."

Casper sits down on the floor cross-legged and listens with interest.

Mark says "What caused it to awaken?"

Dillan grins at the Get, and nods enthusiasticly.

Scott says "And what can we do to put it back to slumber?"

Signe glances back to Dillan, and smirks.

Elan says "And where is the Big Fish, or whatever Sepdet calls is."

Arlen says, "Ah. That question, Elan, I can answer. It was being... assaulted, by the Wyrm... emanations of the river. It was... Injured, and I believe dying. I rescued it from the river, and put it in the Park's pool, where the spirit who lives there transferred it to safer water." Arlen says "As to how to put it back to sleep, I do not know."

Scott mutters,"Great." He then glances around again. "Anyone else have any ideas as to that?"

Hope hesitates as people speak around her, "There was a tanker spill... maybe."

Kevin Sterling comes in from outside.

Elan breaths a sigh if relief, "Thank Gaia. I already helped save it once. I'd hate to see it die."

Kevin Sterling walks through the doorway cautiously, looking about. He scans the faces here and nods to Elan, smiles to Hope.

Velia opens the door for Kevin, sees a high sign from a couple people in the room, and so lets him in.

Kevin Sterling nods politely to Velia and raises a peaceful hand in greeting.

Hope nods to Kevin, then looks around again, "Kephra had a vision of a tanker spill, and Sepdet has gone to look for some possible solutions to help the river in general. She seems to think that we need to get the people of the city to care about the river to fix it though."

Davy's moody, suspicious gaze transfers to Kevin.

Morgan makes her way into the house, her hands tucked into her pocket. She eyes Davy for a second and then moves to stand with her pack/roommate.

Kevin Sterling opens his mouth as if about to speak, then stops. He stands moves to stand near Elan.

Collin comes in from outside.

Velia watches the door, and lets in Morgan, with a quiet nod to the Edge Alpha.

After a knock at the door, Scott motions for Velia to open it. "A vision, eh. Isn't that a bit .. sketchy?"

Elan catches Davy's eyes and nods towards Kevin.

Jose Figueroa comes in from outside.

Arlen says "Visions, by definition, are somewhat sketchy. They do give one a means to investigate paths further, however."

Scott nods. "Okay, do we want to divide up labor and assign certain packs or people to certain parts of dealing with this?"

Jose Figueroa follows Collin into the house, looking kind of skulky, He loosens up considerably once he's with familiar faces and packmates, moving over to Davy.

Velia lets Jose and Collin inside, recognizing them from the Moot.

Kevin Sterling speaks up suddenly, "I don't know that there was a spill."

Arlen glances at Kevin. "How would you interpret your vision, then?"

Davy glances at Elan. His lips thin, but he finally drops his challenging gaze toward Kevin. Morgan, and now Jose, get a brief smile apiece. Tension then returns to the set of his broad face, his lips almost invisible within the beard.

Collin is apparently here after all. Yeah. That's it. He arrived with Kevin Sterling. Really.

Kevin Sterling withdraws a little, seeming to wish he hadn't spoken. "Uh..I kind of was thinking there would be a spill or some kind of dumping you know? It, uh, could just be me seeing what I wanted to see. I'm going to try to get a spirit to go find out for me if there's anything underwater like that."

Arlen says, patiently, "All we have heard is that you had a vision of a tanker. Is there any more to your vision than that?"

Morgan sets a slow hand on Davy's shoulder and then gives him a short nod. With that, her arms cross casually and she watches the conversation.

Kevin Sterling nods, is quiet for a moment. "Yeah there's more, but I couldn't make sense of most of it. I remember a face in the river watching me drown, then uh...there was a swan flying into the forest. Something about water lilies too."

Collin waves at Casper, then grins and looks around at all the gathered folks. He runs one hand through his hair and is kind of quiet right now.

Scott sets his jaw a little. "English, please. Not Theurge-ees. What does this mean to the rest of us?"

Jose Figueroa looks at Davy most intensely, nodding at him, then Morgan and Arlen. He scans the room at the faces, hoping to slide into the gist of the meeting so far.

Arlen blinks. "Hm. I wonder if they absorb pollution." She glares at Scott, and says, "Scott, my good man, occasioally, visions are very hard to explain in English. He is trying as best he can, but frequently, they are fractured, and not very... well, clear."

Scott nods a little, and seems to settle some, though obviously this is something of a touchy subject for him.

Davy's muscles relax, just slightly, at Morgan's touch. Without the baring of his forearms, which are crossed across his chest, this probably wouldn't be visible to anyone further away than his pack. Scott's comment actually gets an amused snort.

Kevin Sterling frowns to himself. "It's a dream. These things were in several dreams over the span of a few days. Dreams fade fast from memory and I could recall them a lot better if I had time to put myself in a trance for you."

Mark says "You could try writing it down sometime, that can help you remember the fine details too."

Kevin Sterling nods to Mark, then mutters quietly, "I gave Sepdet the run-down on everything I saw in detail. I was hoping she'd remember it if I forgot. You never know with dreams."

Elan says "We could have someone look at his dream, too."

Scott wrinkles his nose, but sighs and nods in agreement with Elan.

Elan chuckles at Scott.

Kevin Sterling snaps a concerned look at Elan, then looks around, "Huh?"

Hank comes in from outside.

Elan smiles to Scott. "You learned the gift, dude."

Scott nods a little. "Yeah, we can take a look at his dreams. And link others into that, if neccesary."

Cutter comes in from outside.

Hank knocks on the door.

Jose Figueroa mutters to no one in particular, but audible just in a tight circle around him, "You know, I been having this dream about stealin' cigars in the buff. Think that means somethin'?"

Chaser comes in from outside.

A few distinct raps sound at the front door.

Velia smiles a bit to her packmate, then looks to the door. She looks outside carefully, then opens the door to the small crowd.

Morgan snickers quickly and ribs Jose.

Hank steps inside, nodding politely to Velia.

Jose Figueroa exhales theatrically and grins up at Morgan. "Just askin'."

Davy mutters, "Too much old pizza."

Cutter follows close behind Hank, glancing around the room and not nodding to anybody.

Elan raises his hand. "Word from the woods is that Paul's got some kinda line on this."

Hank glances around, and heads over to Elan, his packmate.

Arlen shakes her head, faintly. "Dreamwalking can come later, if necessary. Paul, and Dylan as well, I expect. They were assaulted by the creature as it broke into smaller parts. As to assigning tasks... What were you thinking of, Scott?"

Chaser slips in behind the group, trailing them and then yanking Cutter's hair to startle him. "Yo," she says with a typical smirk.

Scott nods a little,"Okay. Anyone else have anything to add or shall we table this until the theurges can get their visions straightened out ? Just walking in his dreams, and linking people to it via a waking dream."

Cutter whirls about defencively, hands up, but relaxes quickly. "Mmf. Hey," he allows the Get. Cutter looks up. "Visions? If we're makin' a collection, Chimera dropped one on me last night."

Kevin Sterling says quietly, "The dreams aren't as important as all that."

Elan nudges Kevin. "All dreams are important."

Kevin Sterling shakes his head, silently disputing Elan's statement.

Chaser quirks an eyebrow and comments, a bit wryly, "If you're just gonna talk spirit shit maybe I'll go get some beer." She takes up a bit of unoccupied wall.

Scott says "Go ahead Cutter."

Jose Figueroa nudges Morgan back, slightly, at Elan's comment. "See?"

Kyle comes in from outside.

Davy keeps his voice low, speaking to Jose. "You ever have that dream where you're standing in the robes of a sun god and hundreds of naked women are throwing pickels at you?" The ragabash uncrosses his arms and flexes his hands as he speaks. The knuckles crack sharply.

Velia looks to the door, and opens it quietly for the Get. She glances outside, then closes it.

Cutter shrugs. "I asked it about the river. Quick summary, it showed me a lake somewhere in the mountains, with somethin' living in the middle. Had lots of forms -- fish, frog, plant, rock, an' a swan. Anyway. I'll tell folks who're interested later on. Wouldn't wanna bore anybody who could otherwise be productively drinkin' or jerkin' off or somethin'."

Kyle pushes into the room, past Velia. He looks around and then finds himself a spot by the wall.

Morgan just grins at her packmates and crosses her arms again.

Jose Figueroa just kinda stares at Davy, holding back a snicker with the most tenuous of threads.

Scott eyes Cutter for a moment. "Okay, here's the deal. It seems some of the crescents are having visions. So they need to put their heads together and figure out what they mean. When they do, they report to however is going to take lead on this particular project, who in turn gives a heads up to the pack alphas and Gnawer and Walker elder. That work for people? And who wants lead on this?"

Chaser snorts quietly, and gives Cutter a darkly amused look. When Kyle walks in, she flashes him the edge of a feral not-quite-smile and moves to join him, leaning against the wall by his side, propping one boot against it.

Elan glances to the others, and especially to Arlen and Morgan.

Scott adds,"And, in the mean time I think we all need to work on taking out hte banelings this spirit is spawning as well as helping the humans shore up the river. Assuming that'll help with the spirtual side of things?" Scott glances to a few of the Theurges in the room.

Davy gives another brief grin and crosses his arms again. His eyes wander around the room and fix on Dillan, briefly. What little relaxation he'd gained leaves as tension seeps back into his body. He moves his jaw deliberately. That too pops aloud, in a loud tendon-stretching crack.

Elan nods quietly to Scott. "Should, yeah."

Kevin Sterling says nothing, looking at Scott.

Kyle leans over towards Chaser and grumbles something to her, low enough that most in the room can't head.

"It couldn't hurt," Morgan says, stepping forward. "I wouldn't mind any help the other theurges can offer. I haven't been out to investigate this thing myself, yet." She glances at Arlen. "You've been out there, though?"

Chaser murmurs an answer to Kyle without smiling. Her eyes are narrowed as she watches the byplay.

Casper sits, listening quietly still.

Arlen shakes her head. "I was not there when the thing awakened. I have been there before, however, quite a few times. I could... marshall the information coming together, if you would like."

Morgan nods. "Do it," she says, with a nod, stepping back. She glances at Scott. "Good enough?"

Kyle receives Chaser's reply with a hard frown.

Kevin Sterling stares at Arlen as Morgan speaks to her.

Jose Figueroa pipes up. "I seen it, Morgan. Got hit full in the face with some of its shit, too."

Signe glances around the room, spying Kyle's entrance as she does so. At the topic of conversation, however, her attention returns to the business, and she says, loud enough for everyone, "On the topic of those banes, I'd say something."

Scott nods. "Alright, your show Arlen. Just let the rest of us know what's going on. I assume people will volunteer to help where needed. And well, talk with Arlen. She'll coordinate." He glances over to the newcomer, and then offers a shallow nod and quiets so she can speak.

Dillan edges along the wall to join up with his packmates. Other than that, the Shadow Lord keeps to himself, listening.

Arlen raises an eyebrow at Kevin, questioningly. Arlen snorts, and looks to the Get.

Davy mutters for Arlen. "Any rumble, I'm ready." He then shifts his booted feet and moves his eyes to Scott. His lips are again thin in a restrained scowl.

Signe waits for Scott to hand her the floor, and then she gives a nod in return. Turning to the assembled, she addresses them with a rather unfeminine voice and a proud demeanor, "Most don't know me yet, so I'll do my introducing. My name's Signe, Skadi's Defiant Storm, full moon Get. Now, I've talked to Kyle over there, and I'm looking for ways of being useful. I'll tell you what I told him. Point me at what needs killing. So, if it's volunteers you need for this bane problem, I'm volunteering."

Kyle's eyes narrow slightly at Signe's introduction, but he gives a terse nod at the conclusion.

Chaser glances toward Davy thoughtfully, only half-focused on the introduction. The tribe gets her attention, though, and she regards the woman through narrowed, measuring eyes.

Scott nods and takes in and lets out a deep breath, glancing faintly between Signe and Arlen before gathering himself to speak. "Okay, there is another matter I think needs to be talked about. It kind of concerns us all. There appears to have been something of a threat to the Veil of late. Can anyone illuminate the rest us on that somewhat?"

Kevin Sterling frowns at the floor as he says, "Don't fight them except in numbers, preparation, and be prepared to feel harano at their touch."

Chaser's jaw tightens visibly, and she shifts her weight from the wall, glancing to Kyle.

Elan leand forwards, not having heard of any breech.

Kyle pushes away from the wall, ready to address this one.

Scott nods faintly and readily yields the floor to the Get elder.

Davy's lip curls up, the snarl getting away from the ragabash even if the form he wears is furless and two-legged. His eyes go to Kyle as the Get steps forward to speak.

Kevin Sterling begins to shuffle toward the door, being careful not to invade anyone's space.

Cutter drifts closer to Arlen.

Arlen leans back against the wall, frowning slightly, and then looks to Cutter.

Without preamble, Kyle voice sounds out in an almost continuous snarl. "Ain't a threat to the Veil. Is a threat to the Garou. Week or so ago, Davy, Jose, Alexandra, a Fury kin, and I were in Harbor Park. Couple of gangs, a pile of fucks, started a gunfight."

Scott nods a little as he settles in to listen.

Kyle glances towards Jose, "We shut that down pretty good. Kept it from plowin' out into the street. No innocents killed. Killed off the leaders. Killed off the witnesses. Least we thought so. Few days later, pictures show up. Delivered to the Kin, and a set to Brittany. Pretty fucking explicit pictures, showing shifts inta Glabro, steppin' sideways... and of course a whole buncha killin'."

Velia growls softly.

Scott narrows his eyes but continues to listen quietly, arms crossed.

Jose Figueroa yells toward Kyle. "Did they get the picture of me puttin' the bullet into the one kid who was shootin' up the fountain an' shit, from my good side? I got a good side, ya know."

Arlen mutters, "Could've fooled me."

Elan grins at his tribemate.

Jose Figueroa turns his head and points at his left chin for Arlen's benefit.

Kyle cranes his neck, looking towards Jose. "They got yer good side. And your bad side. And your underside. See, these shots were from all the hell over the place. Which really goddamn narrows the field 'o candidates."

Kevin Sterling quietly goes to the door and opens it to go out. He pauses a second to hear more of Kyle's story.

Mark frowns as the story continues.

Davy shoots Jose a look, then shoves him a touch. His lips twist in a hard grin, as he adds, "If that's what gets you sent love letters to my address, I'll uglify you." He then looks back to Kyle. "All over? Shit, I mean." He crosses himself, then leans forward slightly, "Where'd they take them from? The air?"

Chaser's habitual scowl deepens considerably, and she slouches back against the wall with both arms crossed. The Get glares at the floor hard enough to burn a hole in it, as she listens.

Hank frowns, listening quietly.

Scott listens quietly as well, his expression fairly neutral.

Jose Figueroa mouths 'oh yeah' at Davy, reaches in his pocket, and gets Kyle's attention again by dangling a locket hung on a chain from his finger. "Davy got this too, with a note."

Morgan eyes the locket and then her packmate.

Kyle snorts, nodding at the display of the locket. "Shit, yeah. See, I'm left figuring that unless there was a super-fucking ninja with a Polaroid there, and us Garou were fucking blind, then we're talking gift. Blur or some shit." His eyes pass across Davy briefly, but he looks away soon enough. "Or, and I got a lead this way... world bender."

Arlen narrows her eyes slightly at this.

Mark growls at the mention of a mage.

Scott lifts his eyebrows dubiously,"You think it was a mage?"

Kevin Sterling frowns, apparently having heard enough. He leaves through the door, closing it behind him. Kevin Sterling finds his way out of the house.

Elan says "Telephoto lens, dude. Somebody could be in damn Seattle and get ya."

Scott replies,"Not from different angles, Elan."

Elan nods.

Hank frowns at the mention of a mage.

Mark says "Were you from different angles, or was the entire park from different angles?"

Kyle points a thumb towards Scott and touches a finger to his nose. "Bingo. Someone was in the park with us, ta take those."

Velia curls her lip, nails turning briefly into claws.

Davy's hands tighten and he grates, "Mages." The word is full of intense dislike and repressed rage.

Scott's expression tightens, before he asks a touch softly,"Do you ... think you know who?"

Jose Figueroa leans over and mutters something to Morgan, a questioning look on his face.

Kyle holds out a hand. "I got leads, like I said. But I don't wanna go flushin' the shrubs out yet. So keep it real fucking close to yer chest. Ya know how some of the Rangers think about world benders."

Velia nods at this. "Indeed."

Scott nods faintly, his eyes narrowing and adds,"This isn't anything anyone should embark on alone. If we move, we should move together. Remember, none of you are hot-headed cubs." The Fang adds to his already formidable presence with the gifts of tribe and breed in an effort to lend more weight to his words.

Mark says "Do you know who else might've gotten copies of these pictures?"

You say "You know names, man?" Davy loosens his arms and shuffles his booted feet, the tension outstripping his still body. "I'm sure your tribemate there can tell you, but I really don't think the blurring would be enough to stop someone from seeing. But it could be a fetish, I guess. But why?" His hot gaze goes again to the newer people he doesn't know. "Why would any Garou do such a thing?"

Scott remains quiet, his eyes dropping to the floor briefly.

Morgan puts both her hands on Davy's shoulders, holding him back some. She murmurs something to him quietly.

Kyle runs a finger across the scar at his neck. "Well, I can think of a reason or two."

Morgan whispers "Calm down some, Davy. Paranoia isn't going to get you anywhere."

Diana rests a hand gently on Hope's shoulder, leaning to murmur something to the cub.

Chaser's lip twitches in a snarl, as she glances across toward Davy and Morgan. A sidelong glance at Kyle, and she backs him with a low, hoarse, "Yah, so c'n I."

Hope whispers back to Diana, then looks around the room, cautiously.

Elan says "Garou with Gifts? Maybe we got Dancers again, then."

Scott says "That isn't their style, Elan."

Cutter says nothing, just stands and broods.

Elan says "Vampires?"

Davy's feet still, and he doesn't jerk away from Morgan's hands. His voice is louder than hers, though, as he looks back at Kyle from Reggie. "Being paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you."

Diana dips her head in a faint farewell to those who would notice, and, not wanting to interupt, turns quietly to head out of the house, Hope trailing along behind her.

Elan says "/Almost/ subtle enough to be them. Especially if they're Tremere."

Kyle nods towards Elan. "Yah, but pretty fuckin' informed Dancers to go delivering them to Sally, Brittany, and Davy. Nah, this is someone who knows us real good. But yeah I got names, Davy. Talk ta me after, right?"

Diana finds her way out of the house.

Hope finds her way out of the house.

Elan grimaces and nods to Kyle.

Morgan squeezes Davy's shoulders some, before she lets her hands drop back to her side.

Scott adds,"That's the key, what Kyle said. If it is leechs, and not the Mages, or a disgruntled kinfolk, though I don't see how they could've done it, then we are in deeper keemchi than it appears." He watchs Kyle for a moment when he mentions names, some conflict becoming evident in his expression.

Chaser rolls her eyes heavenward, and her expression shifts to contempt. She growls something to Kyle in a low voice.

Davy speaks up again. "Edge doesn't have a half moon, anymore. If we're going to talk to someone, I want someone that can sift truth from lies. At least as much as you can with people that lie like breathing."

Jose Figueroa nods deeply at Davy.

Scott considers, and then offers,"Logan is supposed to be investigating this matter. I assume if you intend on doing so further you will contact him. And ensure he is there?"

Mark glances around the gathered Garou. "I believe I'm the only half moon here."

Kyle leans in to hear what Chaser has to say, and answers it with a curled lip and a tight nod. To the rest of the room he says, "Yeah, Davy. We got Stormcloud and Logan assigned ta investigate us, so I'm thinkin' we use their asses ta close this out. But," he says at Mark, "I ain't got a problem with anyone trustworthy doing the questioning."

Chaser leans back against the wall. Her expression remains grim, not quite an outright snarl.

Scott replies simply with,"Good." He pauses a moment, and then glances to the floor, arms crossed still as he speaks. "Unless there is something else someone wants to bring up ... I think we can call it a night."

You say "Look, I got my own issues with mages. But I don't want a Talon along for any questioning. I'd end up with pate, one way or another."

Elan raises his hand. "Su asked me t' help her with finding out some stuff about the vampire situation as well. If anyone sees 'em again, drop by the Church, OK?"

Mark says "They've been seen in the city recently?"

Collin nods to Elan, waving at him a bit. He grins, then slinks back again, just kind of staying quiet, oddly enough.

Chaser glances up sharply.

Elan says "Only that one time. So far." Elan nods to Jose and Casper. "Like they told you guys, last meeting. People who are newcomers might wanna get with them for the tale."

Casper looks briefly up to Elan and then down to the floor. He wiggles his toes nervously.

Kyle glances towards Elan. "I've been watching the police scanners, and all that shit. Ain't seen anything since last moot when I was set up lookin' into the whole thing."

Elan nods to Kyle. "Me neither, dude. No weird bodies, no odd tracks. They've gone to ground for some reason."

Mark says "If they found out about even a fraction of our presence in the city, that's hardly surprising."

Velia agrees quietly.

Hank nods.

Davy cracks knuckles again. His voice is lowered for his pack and the immediate around, "I don't know what's worse, leeches or mages." He shakes his head. "Man, I need a rumble in the worst way." His eyes go to Dillan again, behind Kyle, before flicking back to the Get alpha.

Elan stands, ready to go. He looks over to Davy. "Leeches," he says simply.

Morgan just takes a deep breath, and pats Davy on the back.

Jose Figueroa says "Be careful what you ask for, hermano. That's what I said the night we kicked ganger ass."

Hank nods at Elan's words.

Kyle glances around the room. "Other news. I got a basement bunker rented up near the Marina. Provisioned, secure, quiet. If you're in that part of town and need a place to hole up, call up me, Dillan, or Cutter and we'll give ya address and lock combination. Lodge rules apply, which to you uncultured types," He singles out the Fianna with a glance. "Means that there's no bloodshed inside. Want a fight, go outside. Only exception is ignorant cubs."

Davy's hands tighten. "Okay, I need a rumble someplace where I don't have to worry about being on Candid Frigging Camera." Davy's eyes narrow slightly and he snorts.

Elan pauses near the door. "Good deal Kyle. I'll have my packmates spread the word." Elan finds his way out of the house.

Kyle steps back towards the wall, grumbling. "Didn't anyone order fuckin' pizza?"

Morgan lifts her chin and lets her hand slide off Davy's back. "Catch up with you later, okay Davy?" She glances at Kyle and then heads for the door. "I'm going to look into that ... disturbance."

You say "Need company?"

Morgan turns back and shrugs. "I wouldn't mind a little muscle. We should talk anyway."

Signe watches as things seem to be breaking up, and the Get begins to wander back toward the other Get.

Kyle pokes Chaser with an elbow as Signe approaches. "Introduce yerself," he says gruffly.

Jose Figueroa hmms and leaves too, though not with his pack, going before them out the door. Jose Figueroa finds his way out of the house.

From afar, Kyle catches up with you later and tells you how Jeremy saw Dana, Nick, and Gwyneth at the park a day or two later.

Davy nods and pushes up to go with Morgan. He turns slightly to hit Jose lightly on the shoulder, then nods to Arlen and Jose both. "Catch you around. I'm going to run the border after I'm done with Morgan." He gets his jacket, concealing his gun, before leaving. "I got the van, Morgan. And Kyle, catch me at the Rialto. Until we straighten this out, I'm not hanging at the glade."

Arlen nods. "Surely. I'll talk to you later."

Chaser offers Kyle a withering sidelong glance, and then turns her attention to the woman. She bares her teeth in a non-smile, tilting her head slightly as she looks the Get over. "Chaser-Never-Rests," she offers in her terse, rough voice. "No-moon."

Kyle's lips draw tight, but he nods easily enough at the Fianna. "Yeah, I'll do the hangin' fer both of us."

Morgan gives Davy a light punch on the arm and then exits. Morgan finds her way out of the house.

Davy shrugs. "Your job, I guess." He follows after Morgan, shutting the door behind them.

You find your way out of the house, out into the enclosed yard.

Morgan leads her way out on the porch and then down the small flight of stairs. "Where did you park?" she asks, with a small grin.

Davy waves down the street a short ways, displaced by Reggie's vehicle. "Your chariot awaits." He shoves his hands back in his pockets and walks beside Morgan toward the van.

Morgan grins at Davy. She walks quietly for the span of a few seconds. "I know you're upset about this Davy, but I was serious. Paranoia isn't going to get you anywhere you want to be. I hope you can see that."

Davy doesn't answer at first, the only sound the footfalls of his boots and the squeak of his jacket. When he does speak, his voice is suprisingly direct and honest. "I can't help it, Morgan. Every time I think about it, think about killing all those people because they might have seen Kyle shift and so they couldn't live... I know they were scum. But we waded in blood, for nothing. They would have killed each other, and killing the rest didn't even keep us out of full color glossies." He stops by the passenger door, looking the Fury directly in the face before opening her door. "I thought we were gonna have to kill those bums. Worthless shells of humans, maybe, but I just don't like killing what don't need killing. And the need to kill what needs killing is burning inside of me like I was a full moon."

Morgan lifts her hand to pat Davy's arm. "I hear you Champ. I feel the Rage pounding inside of me sometimes too. And I don't think we need to slaughter indiscriminately -- that's not our path. I just... I just want you to try and give someone the benefit of your doubt." Her hand drops again. "Running around half-cocked and ready to explode isn't going to help. And I know you know that."

Davy closes his eyes. "I hear you. Maybe running until I fall down will help."

"Maybe," the Fury agrees quietly, walking onward, crossing towards Davy's beat up van. "Personally," she tells him, "I'd rather finish this off cold and calculated, so it doesn't happen again than explode at the wrong time." She spares a glance back at the no moon, before she waits by the passenger door.

Davy turns to put the key in the lock, his face turned from the theurge. "If I find who it was," he says lowly, "I'm not sure I'll be able to keep from exploding. Mages, vamps, BSDs--I got my problems with each."

Morgan nods, looking Davy straight in the eye. "You know yourself better than I do," she tells the Fianna. "But I think you're strong enough to weather this without going berserk... Or at least not going berserk until it makes more sense."

Davy opens the door. His look twists into a bitter, wry grin. "Those of my blood are not the best at controlling our passions. But I'll try, Morgan. For you, I'll try."

Morgan gives Davy a serious nod. "Good," is all she returns. She asks Davy to drop her off by the riverfront, and rides in silence, except for a quick Thanks as he drops her off.

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