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Cassandra grins and lays a hand on the table. "Makes two of us. Anne already knows, but you took off b'fore I got a chance to tell you."

Jeremy ahs softly, furrowing his brow. "Yeah, okay."

Cassandra grins and leans forward, leaning both elbows on the table. "I asked somebody to meet me here tonight so you could meet the person who puts up with my shit most of the time." She raises her voice for the last part so that Andrea can hear her.

Andrea is drinking out of her mug. A smile crinkles her eyes, though she doesn't look over right away.


Pack> Andrea says "That my cue, love? And should I play mudane, or does he know?"

Jeremy nods a little, again still a little out of his depth. "Who?"


Pack> Cassandra says "Play mundane for now? He's gotten one good scare already today."
Pack> Andrea mmnnss. "Won't lie, then, but I won't bring it up. How's that?"
Pack> Cassandra says "Works for me."

Cassandra simply says, "She's coming. Andrea?" She looks over to the bar. Cassandra looked at you...

Andrea lowers the cup and glances over her shoulder. Indicating to the man behind the counter where she's moving, the theurge slides off the stool to the ground. She takes her coffee with her as she moves to join the couple. Her expression isn't effusively friendly, but it seems open and relaxed enough, with a smile lingering in the corners of her lips.

Andrea(#1358Pc$)

Thick black hair is braided loosely out of this woman's face, with wisps of curly bangs above the twin slashes of dark brown eyebrows. Andrea is dressed in new clothing that looks warm: a dark blue flannel shirt, blue jeans, and short tan moccasins. Around her waist is a leather belt, with a brightly-colored woven bag hanging from the left side. She wears a diamond stud in her right ear, and a gold chain bracelet with a heart locket on her right wrist. On her right hand is a carved wooden ring. Looking to be in her late twenties, Andrea stands at about 5'3"; her build is slender but well-muscled. Two shadow-black eyes look back at you from under thick dark brown lashes, distant and serene. Her skin is a creamy tan.

Jeremy vaguely, evidently apparently trying to be friendly and accomadating, though he doesn't quite pull it off. His general demeanor has the lingerings of that angery young man facade he carries himself with, though recent news has done a decent job of stripping. "Hi."

Cassandra chuckles and scooches over so Andrea can join their table. "Yo. Thanks fer coming. "Jeremy, this is Andrea, probably the most patient woman I know. Andrea, Jeremy's the guy I was tellin y'about."

This man isn't very tall, just topping off at about average height for a male. His build is rather athletic, looking muscular, strong and solid. His features are rough hewn, attractive in a rugged way, but not incredibly so. His eyes are a deep brown color, nothing notable though. He seems to squint as he watches his surroundings, both of which he does often. His hair is black, but cropped very close to his head, jsut long enough to be able to part. While probably only in his mid twenties, he carries himself in a way that makes him look a bit older before his time. He wears a pair of jeans, and a collarless button down shirt, over which is thrown a rather bland looking motorcycle jacket.

Andrea sets down her coffee on the table so she can offer her right hand. The skin is rougher than he might expect, though more from callusus than unscrupulous grooming. "Pleased to meet you, Jeremy."

Jeremy extends his hand to takes her's and shake it. He seems to settle into things a little better, scruntinizing her face, her manner, her dress, seemingly taking in details and looking for something both at the same time. He gives a small, shallow nod, gesture more hesitant than clipped. "Good to meet you as well, Andrea. Cass hasn't told me much about her friends, really. S'good to finally meet one."

Andrea ruffles the younger woman's hair as she makes herself comfortable at the table. "Figures." She then turns back to Jeremy before the momentary revealing of the closeness between the two women goes on long enough to make most boyfriends uncomfortable.

Cassandra just grins in the impish manner of one who is caught out and not the least bit ashamed of it. "Now, before the man has a heart attack and dies on the floor, I want a Coke. Can we smoke in here?"

Jeremy seems in fact to be growing more steady with each passing moment. It seems he's settling into some sort of role, though it's tough to say what that is, exactly. He nods a little, subdued, as he watchs the two women. It's a sort of casual observation that doesn't seem like it's particularly focused, but the truly perceptive might notice it is. "Yeah well, as I understand it, she's got a lot she really can't talk about." He chuckles darkly,"No heart attack yet, I think that stage has passed." He flags a waiter over to take orders.

Andrea glances around at the tables. "I think we're in the smoking session." The waiter, when he comes up for the order and with Andrea's sandwich, confirms and offers to bring an ash tray.

"Do either of you mind?" Cassandra glances t Andrea, but longest on Jeremy. "An y'look like you could use one, Jer. Don't smoke the nicotine ones, though." She pulls out a small box and a lighter from somewhere on her person, nodding to the waiter.

Andrea shakes her head, though she doesn't ask for one herself. She then says to Jeremy, "It can be hard, to accept when someone can't say thing. I'm glad too, to meet you."

Jeremy takes the cig unthinkingly and then inclines his head towards Cassie. "You really think you oughta be smoking those right now? I mean, maybe hold off until after the kid's born?" He glances back to Andrea, and nods faintly.

Cassandra tosses her head back in a peal of laughter, and obediently tucks the box away without a murmur. "I -knew- you were gonna do that. I -knew- it." She seems immensely pleased with herself, grinning widely. "All right, I'll hold off."

Andrea gives Cassandra an amused glance and begins eating her food. It seems to be some sort of meat salad on a dark toasted bread. Maybe deviled ham.


Pack> Cassandra says "You might get the mental impression that Cassandra asked less because she wanted one than because she wanted to play with Jeremy's mind."

Jeremy looks slightly confused for a moment, and scratchs the back of his head. He eyes his cigarette, and then puts it on the table, once again looking vaguely out of his depth. "Well, um. I mean, it makes sense and all. I guess I'm going to have to beg off while I'm around ya too. Or something."

Cassandra shakes her head quickly. "Look, 'f you want one, go 'head. I can run around the woods screaming and picking on my friends if I gotta."

Jeremy nods a little. "Well yeah, but it's probably not good for the kid." He shakes his head a little.

Cassandra shoots a look at Andrea, grinning wickedly. "I gotta go find..." Her smile fades a bit as she glances over at Jeremy, then returns, but more reserved than it was. "Yeah. I know. Went through hell while you were gone, so dun see how I can make things worse with -that-.

Jeremy nods a little, his expression tightening vaguely.

Andrea looks from Cassandra to Jeremy. She then asks, with a gentle voice to make up for the relative bluntness of her words, "Do you know how involved you wish to be with this child, Jeremy, or is that still in the deciding?"

Jeremy says simply,"I don't know. I mean, I was just told tonight. It's my kid, so I have a responsibility to him, her ... the child. But ... I can't give up being a cop."

Andrea smiles faintly, "None of us can give up what we are." She looks again at her packmate, though her words are to Jeremy. "I won't press you tonight, certainly. I haven't even pressed Cassandra on what she plans to do. But you have to forgive her friends if we worry about her."


Pack> Touch Deer says "IC: Anyone awake?"
Pack> Cassandra says "Yo."
Pack> Andrea says "Hello."
Pack> Touch Deer says "Hey you two. Where are you tonight? I just woke up.."

Cassandra mutters softly, "Assuming I don't get into any more shit like the last one..." almost to herself.

Jeremy eyes Cassandra a moment, and then nods simply to Andrea's words though his expression flashs troubled fro a moment. "I wouldn't expect any less."


Pack> Cassandra says "City, Touch Deer. My boyfriend decided to put in an appearance in St. Claire."


Pack> Touch Deer says "Hm? I should meet him someday. Does he know about us?"


Pack> Cassandra says "Yeah, kinda. He knows 'bout me, anyway, an' he's scared shitless."

Andrea frowns, then says lightly, "Well, we'll try to keep you out of trouble, anyway."


Pack> Touch Deer says "*chuckles* I would be too..."
Pack> Cassandra tries -so- hard to sound innocent. "Of me? But -why-?"
Pack> Touch Deer says "*pause* I'd rather keep myself in one piece."

Cassandra's eyes unfocus for a moment, but she comes back with a wicked grin on her face which she fixes on Jeremy. "Don't worry, the brat responsible got it worse than I did and I don't got no plans on doin' anything stupid for a while."

Jeremy smiles faintly. "I'd ask, but I have a feeling you can't tell me here."

Andrea moves her mouth like someone tasting something unpleasant and picks up her coffee to take another sip.

Cassandra allows the smile to fade into a smirk. "Good guess. I'll tell ya later, though. What?" She glances at Andrea, curiously.

Andrea raises her brows, then says, "Just remembering that dawn." She turns to Jeremy and says, "Are you an officer with the force here?"

Jeremy nods first to Cassandra and then to Andrea. "Yeah, I'm a detective in homocide."

The younger woman chuckles, though the sound approximates Andrea's earlier expression. "Oh. That. Yeah, I never quite knew just whatcha did."

Andrea glances beside her at Cassandra. Her smile turns rueful. "Just taking care of you, if a little belated." She then returns her attention to Jeremy, saying, "You see things too, then."

Jeremy laughs darkly. "Yeah, I do. This city ... it's not as bad as it was this spring. I saw some pretty fucked up stuff. "

Cassandra shrugs a shoulder at Andrea, although she doesn't say anything, seemingly content to listen.


Pack> Cassandra muttersd over the link, "Well, you had more important things to do."
Pack> Touch Deer says "...Hm?"

Andrea's mouth tightens, incongruously, at Cassandra. She smooths the expression somewhat as she turns to nod to Jeremy seriously, saying, "I know what you mean."


Pack> Cassandra says ""Was talkin' t'Andrea."

Jeremy inclines his head a little. "So I've heard. It'd be nice if you all could do something about the shit that goes on here, but I guess there are something athat are beyond anyone's control." He shrugs, his words not quite sounding like a reproach, but hint at it.

Jeremy lets out a long breath, lifting a shoulder. "I suppose. Yeah. Seen a lot of shit I prefer I hadn't." He glances vaguely at Andrea,"It'd be nice if you all could help do something about that here in the city. Instead of just sticking to whatever is so important out there in the woods." The words aren't quite a reproach.

Andrea's dark eyes study the kinfolk, but she doesn't react with anger. She does, however, respond. "Some of us do. But we have districts, just like you do. Sometimes we step out of them, but most of the time, we have to abide by them."

Cassandra leans forward, adding, "I know the folks who run this join city-wise, or some of 'em anyway. I can put 'em in touch with you if y'feel like you c'n handle it."

Jeremy looks vaguely frustrated, and shakes his head. "That isn't my point. I can I can't understand whats out in those woods that so damn more important than the people that suffer and die in this city everyday."

Cassandra cocks an eye at Jeremy, not quite angry. "You think we just sit on our asses out there?" She sighs. "Andrea, I'm gonna let you decide how much t'tell him on this one."

Andrea picks up her spoon and idly swirls her cooling coffee. She then looks back at Jeremy and says honestly, "We see so much death and pain everyday, Jeremy, that sometimes we don't think of the city as worse. But the evil is in the woods too, even if you can't see it here. It's like a cancer. And it does you no good to save one part of your body from tumors, if you let the rest of you die."

Jeremy sits back in his chair, eyeing the two women, but not looking entirely convinced.

Cassandra sighs, looking longingly at the lighter she never bothered to put down. "Count yerself lucky, Jer, in a way. You see shit on the street. I seen the streets. I was the shit on the streets. I seen shit that makes the East L.A. ghetto look like a picnic."

Jeremy shakes his head a little. "After what I saw this spring ... I just don't buy it. Hell, I know at least one of those killings /had/ to be associated with the shit you deal with."

Andrea exchanges a look with Cassandra. She then says, "I could show you something of it. Both the evil you can't see, and the strength in the woods we have to defend. But I don't know if you're ready to see it."


Pack> Andrea offers through the link to show him the Umbra, if you want him convinced.
Pack> Cassandra considers, then sends assent. Can you do that? she asks curiously?
Pack> Andrea can. "It's something I wouldn't do lightly, especially for someone other than a Kinfolk, but I imagine it'll be effective in showing him, and it's half-moon. We should be able to keep him alive for long enough to show him the shit here before we step back."
Pack> Cassandra says "Just make sure he don't get no bullshit ideas about protectin' me and yeah."

Cassandra looks back at Andrea, curiously, giving the impression of some sort of wordless exchange going on, flicking only one unfocused glance at Jeremy.

Jeremy raises an eyebrow curiously.

Andrea turns back from Cassandra and explains further. "I'm able to take you to the underneath. It's not common, but it's something some of us can do. If you want to see just a little of what we fight, and you can trust us, I can take you." Her voice turns serious. "But these are the things that go bump in the night. Even Cassandra and I wouldn't try to go all the way home in the underneath from the city. If you pull away from us, or don't do exactly what we say, or try to step between Cassandra and danger, it could kill you."

Jeremy narrows his eyes slightly. "How is proving to me there's bad shit in the city prove your point?"

Andrea looks back at Jeremy evenly. "It might show you that there's worse things than people that kill with guns and knives."

Cassandra shoots a look at Andrea. "I'd be half-tempted to show him the hospital, but that's way too dangerous."

Jeremy replies,"Oh, I'm fully aware of that. Like I said, I've seen some of those 'worse things' handiwork. Or I'm fairly sure I have in some cases. My point isn't that there's nasty shit that shouldn't be by human reckoning in the city, Andrea. My point is there /is/ nasty shit that shouldn't be by human reckoning in the city. And me, a cop, thats supposed to protect people is feeling pretty shitty about the fact it feels like there's jack I can do about it. And maybe that there are people that can, but aren't."

Cassandra slams both hands down on the table, "Then what do you want to see? We're -trying-, even if you -can't- see it. Maybe you should see that there's other approaches."


Pack> Cassandra says "If we really wanted to drive it home, we oughta take 'im to the hospital. But that's just way too fuckin' dangerous."
Pack> Touch Deer's voice floats over the link, "Hey..."

Jeremy tenses his jaw, his body taking on a sudden tension as Cassandra smacks the table. The unease settles in his posture a he uncrosses his arms. "Maybe."

Cassandra says "What we're trying to say is that them people in thecity 'r jus' the -symptoms- of a -bigger- problem. Mebbe we're tryin' to hit the -source-."

Andrea turns to give Cassandra a rueful look before turning back to Jeremy. She sounds confindent as she challenges what he says, though her voice is much calmer than Cassandra. She raises a calming hand to Cassandra's shoulder. "You might have seen something. But if it was on the human side, then I can promise you you only saw the tip of the iceberg. If Cassandra hasn't told you, Jeremy, we're losing this war. Some of us would rather write the city off as lost entirely, because the cities are where the evil florishes. Or burn them to the ground, and damn those that live there. Part of it is what Cassandra says, about the source. And part of it is that the woods is our side of the metaphysical battle line. It's our turf, and we can survive most battles there. If we threw every one of ourselves that's in this city at the heart of its worst places, it would eat us up and ask for more."

Jeremy looks dubious and tenser still. "This source is out in the woods, huh?" He quiets, chewing on his lower lip. It seems some of what Andrea's said though is starting to take root, and that he's buying into it. "I suppose that makes some amount of sense then."

Cassandra glances at Andrea. "You still wanna take 'im? I think it'll give 'im a closer look at what he's tryin' t'understand." Cassandra abruptly shoots a look at Jeremy. "An' d'you wanna -go-?"

Jeremy says dryly,"I don't think it's all that neccesary. I don't think seeing how shitty the city really is is going to change anything."


Pack> Cassandra mutters over the link, "Y'know, mebbe we oughta show him in the woods first. Mebbe givin' him a clue is hopeless."
Pack> Scab-Survivor says "You two still in the Scab?"

Cassandra shrugs a shoulder. "Fine, then. You feel like chancing a trip t'the woods? There's gonna be a lotta people 'round. Not tonight, but mebbe later."

Andrea's expression abruptly changes into a smile, though it doesn't seem to be at Jeremy's words. She nods, shrugging, saying, "If you don't need to be convinced of our battles, then that's safer, anyway. And not to give you a lot of doublespeak, but the source isn't in the woods. The source is a lot like the Christian devil, everywhere and no where, except in its version of Hell."

Jeremy lets out a long breath and mutters,"How come that doesn't fucking surprise me." He then lifts a shoulder to Cassandra. "Sure, I ain't got work tommorow."

Cassandra stands up, abruptly. "Yeah he does. Like most men, he thinks that his little corner of the world is more important than everybody else's. Wanna take him there, Andrea? If he knows what we fight against, mebbe we oughta show 'm what we fight -for-."

Andrea shakes her head. "I will, but not if he doesn't think it'll prove anything to him. It's not a power I want to use just to flex my strength."

That seems to get a rise out of Jeremy finally and he bolts to his feet. His words come fast and fierce. "Go to hell Cass. You've got the fucking luxury of waltzing through here when it's convienent. Some of us have to live here. And if you don't like the fact I give a shit about this place when no one else seems to, tough shit." He turns to stalk out.

"Convenient, hell," Cassandra snarls. "My friends live out here, too, incase you've forgotten. Get out, then, you selfish bastard."

Jeremy doesn't bother responding as he stalks out.

Andrea gives her packmate a look as the waiter comes up uncertainly with the orders. Pushing the coke that belongs to her across the table, she says, "Well, that went well."

Cassandra snorts, trembling with anger. "Stupid bastard. Can't see anything but himself." She sits down, and snarls in a lower voice, "Humans."

Andrea says gently, "Drink your coke."

Cassandra obeys, still obviously furious, muttering around her straw, "-Have- to live here my ass. You don't -got- to do nothin' you don't wanta."

Andrea continues, once the Fury is at least attempting to calm down and act normal in the eyes of the curious other patrons. She says, "Well, we did hit him with a lot at once, you know. I just couldn't leave what he said unchallenged." Her smile flickers over her face, self-depreciatingly. "Too much like getting told we do a bad job, I guess."

Cassandra shrugs a shoulder, slurping up half her Coke. "He just don't get it, I guess. He ain't gonna see what we do, if we do it right, y'know. Like the hospital an' shit."

Andrea shakes her head. "How could he get it?" She glances around at the other people in the cafe and adds, more quietly, "Even our youngsters don't get it, and they know. I think he's trying, Cass, but he's got a temper." She lets her voice relax to its normal low timbre, chuckling, "Rather like a woman I know. You could cut him enough slack to let him adjust."

Cassandra shrugs. "Ain't none so blind as don't wanna see, hon." She finishes the Coke with a loud slurp and sets it down. "Let's get our check and blow. I been tryin' to but he's so scared shitless o' everyone he ain't adjustin'. I wanna go fer a run. I need it."

Andrea nods, pulling a couple of much-abused bills from her pocket. She pauses, then offers, "You want me to talk to him? I don't have a lot of issues tied up in his genitals, nor do I have the emotional baggage you two have with the child. But I won't play damage control if you want me to leave it alone."

Cassandra shrugs. "Might as well. Less damage done, the less likely all of this is to get back t'Anne." Cassandra snorts, grinning evilly. "An' the picture of' tyin' his genitals in a knot looks damn good right now," she says she as stands.

Andrea laughs despite herself. Making sure the bill is paid, she gets the information on how to find Jeremy from Cassandra, and then takes the Fury on the requested run.

Cassandra adds as she walks out, after giving Andrea the requested information, "An the big thing is not to get Anne mixed up in my business." She grins.

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