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Harbor Park Fountain

The area where the fountain was, and presumably the new fountain will be, is now totally enclosed by high plywood walls. There is a door in one of the walls, firmly locked with a padlock. The walls enclose much of the flagstone area, now, only leaving a little around the edges of the old courtyard. To one side, some ground is being leveled for further improvements. Healthy green hedges line one side of the courtyard, just behind some graffiti-covered benches. The murky waters of the Columbia River flow swiftly along the east side of the park. Bracketing the park to the west is First Street. The park extends to the south. Contents: Flowers Obvious exits:

ManHole River STreet South

Wears-the-Woad manages to get Sees-Red free of the bane finally, both of them soaked with cold water. The Gaian goes into a bout of half-conscious retching, losing what he had in his stomach along with the pieces of the bane that had crawled there. The ragabash, on the other hand, looks up and around the park in a sort of overdrive assessment of what's left.

Jeremy stands with the gun still out in front of him, looking a little dazed and staring at the blood and water soaked crinos. As Wears-the-woad raises his head it seems to break Jeremy out of his daze, the gun raising and levelling evenly at the Crinos. He starts taking several steps back from the Fianna as he does so.

Wears-the-Woad hadn't immediately reacted to Jeremy as a threat, but the leveled gun certainly changes matters. His fur stands up on his soaked scruff and his teeth bare instinctively. He growls something that's apparently a language. ~Are you Garou?~

Jeremy's eyes narrow as he continues to slowly put distance between himself and the crinos. He wets dry lips, and his eyes narrow at the words but his face shows a total lack of comprehension.

Wears-the-Woad gives a disgusted growl. He looks down at the mess at his feet, not least of which is the bloody half-conscious ahroun. His eyes are only away from Jeremy for a heartbeat or two, the Garou still reacting with the adrenaline-assisted overdrive of a battle. As his eyes lock on Jeremy again, his body blurs with the effortless shift of the return to breed form. His voice is a little raspy, as he begins speaking as soon as his vocal cords can handle the strain. "Who and what are you?" Wears-the-Woad contorts and blurs as he is transformed.

Jeremy replies evenly,"I'm a cop. I know what you are, what I want to know is what side you are on."

Jeremy is standing a vague ten to twenty yards from where Davy is vaguely near the utility shed or shack or whatever that small structure is near the fountain. His gun is raised and leveled at Davy, his eyes narrowed, and his entire body screaming tension. A crinos body lied bloodied and soaked nearby Davy.

Davy stands slowly, over the semi-conscious and retching crinos form of Sees-Red. His face is intent on Jeremy, and his hands are half-spread as if he were still clawed. His voice ripples with some of the same tension in Jeremy's posture. Perhaps from having a gun on him, in this situation. "Well, then, you have the advantage. I'm on the good side, copper. Now, tell me what the fuck you are and why I shouldn't kill you for holding me under fire."

Jeremy replies coldly,"I'm not 'anything'. I'm a fucking human, alright. And if you even breath wrong I'll plug you before you get a chance to move. And even if you do, this guns loaded with silver, so I wouldn't bank on getting to me before you go down, boyo."

Davy gives another growl, the sound odd coming from his human throat. His eyes narrow dangerously, but he doesn't move forward quite yet, though his body begins tilting in a crouch. "You aren't just a human, or you'd run screaming by now."

JJ Malone comes sliding into the park towards the fountain, gun out and to the ready. She takes in the scene in a glance, gaze sliding over the crinos form, then hisses as she approaches. "God damn it, what's going on here? Who the fuck is that?" She seems less worried about either Jeremy or Davy than she does the third form.

Jeremy seems to finally put into place what the other's getting at. The gun slips over to JJ briefly before it flips back to Davy. He really gets twitchy now, but manages to bite out an answer,"Yeah, I'm related to you, if that's what you want to know. Or that's what I've been told. And that's why I don't freak out as much when I see you like you really are."

Davy's eyes flicker over to JJ about the same time as Jeremy's gun does, ruining the ragabash's chance to rush the kinfolk. He snaps, with a touch of snarl in his voice, "Then why the fuck do you have me under a gun, if you're kin?"

All but the least perceptive would notice that there's something not /quite/ right with this person. J.J. is adult in size, about 5' 11", and around 140-150 pounds but the shape of the body is neither the typical inverse, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted triangle of a man nor the hourglass semi-circles of a woman. Instead it's wiry, flat-chested, with nothing hinting at a gender. When she speaks, the voice could either pass as a deep alto or a high tenor, the tone self-confident, some may even say arrogantly so. However, in those words, J.J. commonly refers to herself using feminine pronouns.

She appears to be in her late teens or early twenties, although it's hard to judge. Her hair is cropped short and close on the sides, looser on the top, brown roots fading up through blonde to platinum on the ends. Her facial features have a slightly foreign cast under lightly olive-toned skin, although the predominant feature is the mirrored aviator sunglasses worn no matter the weather, time of day, or her location. She is dressed casually in a white T-shirt, ripped jeans, black leather jacket, and low-topped combat boots.

JJ Malone continues to stalk forward, eyes beginning to scan the park. "Detective Anderson, put the damn gun down before this gets any worse than it is, will ya?" Either daringly or stupidly she seems to be moving in a direction to bisect the line between the Kinfolk and the Fianna.

Jeremy says with a sneer and mildly didactically,"Because friend, there are good werewolves, and bad werewolves." You can almost hear the lilt in his voice at each of the ethical qualifiers. He lowers the gun slightly so it's pointing to the ground in front of him, but doesn't put it away, obviously that's about as much of a peace offering as the kin is willing to offer right now.

Between the gun being lowered and the Glasswalker fostern addressing the cop by name, something of the bow-tight tension in Davy gives enough to let him move toward the exploded and bloody corpse of the bag lady with movments that seem less like an attack lunge. He stops before grasping her, looking at his clothes with a disgusted air. Finally, he takes the plunge, soaking his shirt with the pungent sour-sweet blood that smells more menstrual than something fresh-killed. His voice is again gravelled, but this time as if he's trying to breathe as little as possible. "Bad werewolves are friends with this shit." With that, he moves to throw the corpse in the river, leaving JJ with the sick ahroun and the kinfolk.

Jeremy doesn't seem entirely convinced, but stays quiet and stands still where he is.

JJ Malone crosses the former line-of-sight between the two coherent parties, heading towards the sick crinos and looking around for a likely place to hide him. With a muttered, "Fuck," she looks towards the river, still for several moments. As Davy lugs the carcass down towards the river, mist begins to filter across the park, obscuring him.

When Davy finally comes back, which is several minutes later, he stinks of the polluted riverwater. Still, most of the blood seems to have washed off his clothes. From the wet wrinkles in his T-shirt, it seems probable that he did a quick impromptu shirt-washing in the river. Water streams from his thick brown hair as he moves, only his beard not plastered down by the wet. While he was in the river, the opened valve in the fountain area continues to gush water. This is not altogether a bad thing, as it's diluting the blood that covers the flagstoned ground.

Jeremy simply stands and watchs quietly, his eyes flickering occasionally towards the park entrance.

Soft billows of fog continue to roll across the open expanse of the park, surrounding everyone in a grey cocoon and cutting off any unlucky spying from anyone further away. J.J. looks over Jeremy assessingly, but then asks Davy quietly, "Know who he is?"

Jeremy mutters quietly, though probably loud enough for the other two to hear,"I'll go cut off the black and whites that'll be showing up anytime now. How long you going to need to take care of this?"

Davy answers Jeremy first. "Fifteen, twenty minutes." He grunts as he kneels next to Sees-Red, answering the Walker. "Know who he says he is, but as far as I know, no one's checked him for taint." He gives a darkly-amused glance to the kinfolk, who has probably turned away by that point. "So he could be a bad werewolf. But he says he's an ahroun, and a Child of Gaia. Goes by Greg." The ragabash subsides to let JJ respond to that, as he tries to urge the ahroun into at least glabro. Sees-red gives an occasional dry heave, but otherwise seems unresponsive.



Jeremy does indeed miss the glance as he starts for the entrance way to the park.

JJ Malone mutters darkly, "I heard one of the Dark Ones called himself a Walker. Let's get him the hell out of here, before we get eyes we don't want here. Bloody hell."

Davy nods shortly. He jerks his head toward where Jeremy went. "You vouch for him?"

JJ Malone only looks away from the crinos form of Greg briefly as she jerks a nod to Davy's question. "Least far as I can tell. Vince introduced us before he went back to Car Town."

Dillan's ninja-stealth sneaking into the park would be increibly cool, and quite possibly effective if he hadn't been blaring the latest Puff Daddy CD in his car the whole way to the park.

Davy gives the approaching noise a glare in the swirling fog. "Jumping Jesus Christ on a fucking pogo stick." He gives the Walker a sideways glance. "Handle whatever the hell that is. I'm going to drive the van in."

JJ Malone bristles faintly but nods tersely moving out from Greg a little bit towards the noise, gun held down and at the ready. Her eyes scan the park despite the impenetrable fog, as if she could possible see through it.

The music's died down, and Dillan's in the park, moving quietly through the fog. The theurge holds a glock in his right hand, readied. Eyes narrowed, trying to see through the mists, his every step is careful and cautious.

Jeremy has disappeared to the entrance to the park. A few minutes or so after he does so, a black and white police car comes screeching to a halt outside the park, and the cop begins talking animatedly with the other police officers.

JJ Malone's head tilts at the appearance of the cop cars, then calls out lowly through the fog. "Yo, Dillan. Over here. Check this guy out, will ya? Davy went to get transportation to get him the hell out of here, but it'd help to know we should make that alive or not."

Dillan looks up towards JJ, mildly dissapointed he was picked out so easily. The Shadow Lord dashes towards his packmate, head low. "S'up? Uh, who the fuck's this?" He tosses a look back over his shoulder at the entrance. "Better make it quick, from the sounds of it, whatever you're doin'."

JJ Malone shrugs her shoulder tightly, dropping her voice even lower as Dillan eliminates the distance. "Beats the fuck out of me. Davy knows him. Claims to be one of the flower children." She shies away as Sees-Red gives another groan and dry heave. "You know about as much as I do, now."

Davy drives his van right into the area, sticking to the concerte as much as possible. Still, he drives over a bush on the edge of one green patch without hesitation, knowing that he has only minutes before the cops push further in the fog. He has his lights off.

Dillan shrugs helplessly. "Gee pings clean. S'as much as I got on 'im." He lifts his head as the van backs over the bush. "Hey, hey, hey! This is our park you're tearin' up," he complains, a bit loud.

JJ Malone, without thinking, reaches out to scruff Dillan, hissing into his ear, "Keep it down. We're trying to make an escape under the noses of the cops here, 'gee'. We'll fix it tomorrow." She does give the back of the van a harsh glare though, waiting until it comes to a stop to shift. JJ Malone contorts and blurs as she is transformed. JJ Malone settles into crinos form.

Jeremy evidently, the kinfolk manages to redirect the other cops on a red herring, as the police car takes off and skirts the edge of the park to the north at a quick clip.

Davy leaves the engine idly as he jumps out of the van. He glances toward where the blue lights flash in the fog and hisses, "Shut the fuck up and help me get him in the back." He moves to fling the back doors to the van open while JJ shifts. Inside, the back is stripped of carpet and the back seat. Instead, a couple of cases of dark bottles lie near the back of the second seat.

Dillan is scruffed. He shifts up to help out, helping JJ with the body. Dillan contorts and blurs as he is transformed. Dillan shifts into Glabro form.

Shades is moving to lift the body into the back of the van just before Davy has the doors open, so that she is manhandling it into the opening just after they are. She grunts approvingly at Dillan, as they work it in.

Davy stands ready to close the doors when the other two are done. He gives Dillan a sharp look. "Can you tell if he's clean, or BSD?"

"Already done," grunts the Shadow Lord. "Don't smell bad, at any rate."

Shades wrestles the moving dead weight into the van, then steps back to shift back down again and allow Davy the chance to close the doors. "Give us a ring if you need help," she says, rattling off a number. "We'll stay behind and clean up any sign of *his*," she indicates Greg, "presence. And that body."

Davy relaxes as little as the blue lights continue on off the edge of the fog until it's mostly shapless grey mist again. He sighs, "Remind me to forgive that cop and buy him a beer." He then turns to Dillan and jerks his chin in a nod. "I'll trust you on that one, and take him on to the Rialto." He turns then to Shades and nods, obvious relief filter. "Yeah. Thanks. I was caught out short, without a packmate to whistle for."

Shades contorts and blurs as she is transformed. Shades settles into homid form.

JJ Malone sniffs sharply. "Our responsibility. Our specialty. You stab 'em, we'll slab em. Get going before they decide to come back, I'll debrief the detective."

Jeremy starts making his way back towards the grouping of Garou at a quick jog.

Dillan contorts and blurs as he is transformed. Dillan shifts into Homid form. Dillan shifts back down to homid, hiding his pistol away before any officials show. He hops out of the van, and tries to look nonchalant. "So, what now, chief?"

Davy doesn't need to be told twice. To his credit, he winces only slightly when apparent noises tells the small group that Greg has gotten sick in the back of his van already. The ragabash moves to the open driver's door, swings in, and pulls the van away and gone.

JJ Malone waits for Davy to get into the van before answering Dillan; Jeremy is either closer or starting to wander around lost in the swirling fog surrouding the fountain still gushing water onto the grass and pavement. "Cover-up, my man. Gross as it sounds. Try to make sure nothin' tell-tale's getting left behind. Fix any divots made by Garou feet. We'll leave the water going. City'll wonder who the hell turned it off, if we don't, and they'll sure as fuck notice how much they're losing here."

Jeremy doesn't seem to be having too many problems with the fog, though it's slowing him down a little. He calls out as he gets closer,"You all need to scat. Damn quick. I have no idea when there backup is going to show up, and I can't really divert them without making things look damn suspicious."

Dillan sighs. "Well, where was he?" The theurge eyes the ground, looking for any tell-tale crinostracks. He spots a few, and runs to stamp them out. "I got /no/ idea," he complains, looking about for anything else needing fixing,

JJ Malone's gaze is moving swiftly around, and she points to where the carcass was. "The body was there. Try to wash the blood out of the grass." She swivels her glance briefly to Jeremy to answer him. "We're on our way, and they won't even see us going. Davy sends his apologies. Says he owes you a beer. Try to keep them away from the tire tracks on the bushes," she says, pointing out the one Davy's tires crushed. "We'll deal with it later."

Jeremy inclines his head a little. "The blood isn't so much a problem as long as it isn't extensive. There isn't likely to be much of an investigation anyways, except around the shed, so it shouldn't be a problem."

Dillan stands up straight, and tilts his head at JJ. "Wash. Wash the blood out? Do I look like Mister Clean? The *Fuck* am I gonna wash shit with?" Jeremy's clarifications shut the Shadow Lord up. "Well, c'mon, let's split, JJ."

JJ Malone snaps out tersely, "Dillan, shut the fuck up and think for once." Her usual good-natured bantering with the Shadow Lord is gone, replaced with total seriousness. She looks back to Jeremy. "Give it the once over then, detective, and tell us what we should for sure be rid of. Better to keep your hands clean on this, if possible."

Jeremy eyes the ground about, then mostly wash away bloodstains from the gushing water main and then says,"I think it'll be alright as it is. You all should ... 'split' though, like the kid said."

JJ Malone shrugs. "Whatever, then. Sorry, Dillan. Let's scram. Good luck to you, detective," she says, before walking deeper into the fog.

Jeremy nods and heads vaguely back towards the entrance to the park.

Dillan mock salutes to Jeremy, and follows his packmate into the recesses of the fog. "So, what the hell happened..." he asks, voice fading as he dissapears.

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