"Pretty dog."
Jun. 26th, 2014 06:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
renferretSilvertip tracks down the anonymous deliverer of overfed Garou cubs.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 62 degrees Fahrenheit (16 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 10 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.84 and steady, and the relative humidity is 74 percent. The dewpoint is 54 degrees Fahrenheit (12 degrees Celsius.)
Currently the moon is in the waning New (Ragabash) Moon phase (7% full).
By the time she gets into the city, it's raining. And by the time she reaches Harbor Park, the rain has driven all but the most dedicated park goers indoors. In the case of the strange woman Val told her about, it's apparently only been enough to drive her under the closest structure to the fountain, in this case the restrooms, where she's sitting on the concrete with her back to the wall opposite the actual doors, bundled in her full ensemble; shirt, longsleeved button-up over-shirt, jacket, baseball cap, and with the hood even pulled up and over the cap so that only the brim is really visible. She's not alone, as several homeless have taken to these measures as well, but they've taken up a spot far distant to hers, and are chatting away over a very damp newspaper about the World Cup. In contrast, this 'Sen' doesn't seem to be doing anything more than staring out at the river.
Little Silvertip hides her ritual implements when it becomes apparent that she's getting close, swapping out for some chaw like substance to chew while she, herself, looks for a nice dry place. The grimy Uktena's path takes her past Sen, where she oh so casually uses her gift of sensing magic again.
This late twenty-something Alaska Native woman stands under five feet tall - something that's made worse with her usual slouching posture - but she looks far from frail. Not unsightly, Ciuraq has a boxer's physique, with a fit but well figured body, and muscular arms and thick legs which contributes to her stout look. Her round face has a small broad nose, wide mouth, and a faint scar runs along part of the lower left part of her face; her jaw looks like it's been injured in the past. Her small, wide-set, dark brown eyes have an almond shape and arching eyebrows, and her thick black hair hangs to her middle back, usually braided. In spite of her stature, she can seem physically dominating, and possesses a unstopability usually reserved for locomotives or rampaging beasts.
Ciuraq has on clothes that are best described as stylish, pricy, and flattering, though without being out and out 'girly.' She's wearing a dark navy and bright turquoise tanktop, and a pair of khaki capri pants. This is supplemented by a light beige longsleeve top when things get cooler. She has a small fur pouch on her hip, hidden under the untucked over-shirt when she wears it. It has a faint phenolic smell. She favours her left leg slightly when she moves. Depending on what she's wearing, sometimes the whale fluke tattoos can be seen circling her collar bone, two in the front, two on her back. (+details set)
Carrying:
Uktena Necklace
War Spear
Ciuraq: Stip'd be filthy. Not cleaned since leaving for homeland.
Magic. Definitely magic. Sen's eyes lift as she passes by, only enough for a cursory looking over and a bit of wary eyeing, before she looks back out toward the river.
Ciuraq: Any indication of the sort?
Ghost: Spirit magic/Fetish/Talen stuff. And strong.
Ciuraq continues on by, doing her dead level best to look casual. The garou looks for a dry place to hunker down in, apart from Ghost, to wait out some of the rain.
For this she earns another glance and the briefest of eyebrow furrowing, but Sen doesn't seem to consider her unusual enough to keep a direct eye on. Instead the young woman returns her attention to the river, and, after a little while, to passing cars and what little foot traffic passes by outside of the park.
Ciuraq huddles some place dry, pulling some newspaper over herself to help in the process. Occasionally she spits on the asphalt (chew is a nasty habit), but otherwise similarly stares out into the distance, cold and damp. She's only casually keeping tabs on the gaggle of homeless and Sen, like waiting for her to separate out.
It takes a while, even though the location is fairly miserable and Sen only seems to be doing the broadest of people watching. She's tense, though. Some people are watched more closely than others. Sometimes she seems to be quelling a nervous twitch or two. Eventually, after maybe an hour of this, she pushes up from the concrete and moves off toward the nearest park entrance/exit. There's a slight hunch to her shoulders, likely from the damp, maybe from tension.
Ciuraq takes a few moments - Sen is nearly half way out of the park before the Uktena notices, and rises to go after. She clutches at a bit of newspaper, following Sen, looking for a place where the two are more alone.
Sen is in no real hurry, but she doesn't seem particularly interested in being around the other pedestrians either. She heads north and west without hesitation. One might even get the impression she'd rather be alone too.
Once it's clear there isn't much danger of others being around, she calls out, "Sen." It's just loud enough, and clear enough, even with the odd lilt she has. Ciuraq slows when she does, like she doesn't want to rush the other.
The young woman jerks her head around and spins on her heel so fast that she's facing Ciuraq almost before the movement registers. Her eyes are sharply narrowed, already suspicious, maybe alarmed. She says nothing, but she's clearly ready to run.
Ciuraq stops a healthy distance away. Close enough to talk, far enough to not be threateningly close. Or, far enough to have time to react to hostile acts. She keeps her tension under a cool outward demeanour. "Whe... where you, eh, find Kypto?" She asks, eyebrows raising.
Ghost's breathing turns sharp and shallow, though it's quiet enough that it can't actually be heard at this distance. "...Ad in the paper," she says eventually.
Ciuraq's brow ticks, and the Uktena's lip can't help but twitch up slightly, like feeling success at having sussed it out. "An' you, eh... know? Know she special." Ciuraq continues, trying (successfully) to keep the triumph out of her voice.
"Pretty dog," Sen hedges. She's not a bad liar, but she's nervous, and it shows.
Ciuraq snorts softly. "Qimulivak. Big dog." She responds, in a 'yeah right' sort of tone. Big almost sounds like 'pig,' the way she says it. "Quyana cakneq. Tha... danks."
Sen's right foot slides behind her, and she carefully shifts her weight from front to back. "Uh, sorry, what?"
"She, eh.... uh... is a big dog." Ciuraq enunciates a little better this time, expression looking focused as she does. "And I thank you for her. Made sure she... she... she okay. Has food, place dry." Ciuraq nods at the end of this, the nod completely out of place with her words.
Ghost nods in return. She slides her left foot back now. "Sure." A glance behind her, then back. "How do you know my name?" From the way she says it, full of suspicion, it sounds like she already has a good idea.
Ciuraq gives the world's most awkward looking shrug ever, like 'oh, how could I know that?' "I know thinks." She says, substituting the k for the g. "Anya." She says, tapping herself on the sternum twice. "Cenirten. You, eh, tea with me. Some time. Not now, but you come by, we tea. Okay? I invite you. As thanks fo... fo Kypto."
"Bet you know birds too," Sen says. She inhales a little more deeply, but not by much. "Thanks, but uh, but I'm not much for tea."
Ciuraq shrugs, and then repeats. "No no. You visit and have tea." She seems very insistent. Then, she nods again, like the matter is totally settled. Sen'll come by for tea. "Piuraa." She gives an awkward wave, starting to back away.
Ghost turns without saying anything further, and starts heading off in a hurry in the same direction she was going before. She's not above sharp looks over her shoulder to make sure Ciuraq continues to go.
Ciuraq does, in fact, go. She disappears into the streets, and down an alley. Literally. She's untraceable past that point, like the Uktena was the figment of an overly active imagination.
Ghost breaks into a sprint as soon as she's out of line of sight.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 62 degrees Fahrenheit (16 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 10 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.84 and steady, and the relative humidity is 74 percent. The dewpoint is 54 degrees Fahrenheit (12 degrees Celsius.)
Currently the moon is in the waning New (Ragabash) Moon phase (7% full).
By the time she gets into the city, it's raining. And by the time she reaches Harbor Park, the rain has driven all but the most dedicated park goers indoors. In the case of the strange woman Val told her about, it's apparently only been enough to drive her under the closest structure to the fountain, in this case the restrooms, where she's sitting on the concrete with her back to the wall opposite the actual doors, bundled in her full ensemble; shirt, longsleeved button-up over-shirt, jacket, baseball cap, and with the hood even pulled up and over the cap so that only the brim is really visible. She's not alone, as several homeless have taken to these measures as well, but they've taken up a spot far distant to hers, and are chatting away over a very damp newspaper about the World Cup. In contrast, this 'Sen' doesn't seem to be doing anything more than staring out at the river.
Little Silvertip hides her ritual implements when it becomes apparent that she's getting close, swapping out for some chaw like substance to chew while she, herself, looks for a nice dry place. The grimy Uktena's path takes her past Sen, where she oh so casually uses her gift of sensing magic again.
This late twenty-something Alaska Native woman stands under five feet tall - something that's made worse with her usual slouching posture - but she looks far from frail. Not unsightly, Ciuraq has a boxer's physique, with a fit but well figured body, and muscular arms and thick legs which contributes to her stout look. Her round face has a small broad nose, wide mouth, and a faint scar runs along part of the lower left part of her face; her jaw looks like it's been injured in the past. Her small, wide-set, dark brown eyes have an almond shape and arching eyebrows, and her thick black hair hangs to her middle back, usually braided. In spite of her stature, she can seem physically dominating, and possesses a unstopability usually reserved for locomotives or rampaging beasts.
Ciuraq has on clothes that are best described as stylish, pricy, and flattering, though without being out and out 'girly.' She's wearing a dark navy and bright turquoise tanktop, and a pair of khaki capri pants. This is supplemented by a light beige longsleeve top when things get cooler. She has a small fur pouch on her hip, hidden under the untucked over-shirt when she wears it. It has a faint phenolic smell. She favours her left leg slightly when she moves. Depending on what she's wearing, sometimes the whale fluke tattoos can be seen circling her collar bone, two in the front, two on her back. (+details set)
Carrying:
Uktena Necklace
War Spear
Magic. Definitely magic. Sen's eyes lift as she passes by, only enough for a cursory looking over and a bit of wary eyeing, before she looks back out toward the river.
Ciuraq continues on by, doing her dead level best to look casual. The garou looks for a dry place to hunker down in, apart from Ghost, to wait out some of the rain.
For this she earns another glance and the briefest of eyebrow furrowing, but Sen doesn't seem to consider her unusual enough to keep a direct eye on. Instead the young woman returns her attention to the river, and, after a little while, to passing cars and what little foot traffic passes by outside of the park.
Ciuraq huddles some place dry, pulling some newspaper over herself to help in the process. Occasionally she spits on the asphalt (chew is a nasty habit), but otherwise similarly stares out into the distance, cold and damp. She's only casually keeping tabs on the gaggle of homeless and Sen, like waiting for her to separate out.
It takes a while, even though the location is fairly miserable and Sen only seems to be doing the broadest of people watching. She's tense, though. Some people are watched more closely than others. Sometimes she seems to be quelling a nervous twitch or two. Eventually, after maybe an hour of this, she pushes up from the concrete and moves off toward the nearest park entrance/exit. There's a slight hunch to her shoulders, likely from the damp, maybe from tension.
Ciuraq takes a few moments - Sen is nearly half way out of the park before the Uktena notices, and rises to go after. She clutches at a bit of newspaper, following Sen, looking for a place where the two are more alone.
Sen is in no real hurry, but she doesn't seem particularly interested in being around the other pedestrians either. She heads north and west without hesitation. One might even get the impression she'd rather be alone too.
Once it's clear there isn't much danger of others being around, she calls out, "Sen." It's just loud enough, and clear enough, even with the odd lilt she has. Ciuraq slows when she does, like she doesn't want to rush the other.
The young woman jerks her head around and spins on her heel so fast that she's facing Ciuraq almost before the movement registers. Her eyes are sharply narrowed, already suspicious, maybe alarmed. She says nothing, but she's clearly ready to run.
Ciuraq stops a healthy distance away. Close enough to talk, far enough to not be threateningly close. Or, far enough to have time to react to hostile acts. She keeps her tension under a cool outward demeanour. "Whe... where you, eh, find Kypto?" She asks, eyebrows raising.
Ghost's breathing turns sharp and shallow, though it's quiet enough that it can't actually be heard at this distance. "...Ad in the paper," she says eventually.
Ciuraq's brow ticks, and the Uktena's lip can't help but twitch up slightly, like feeling success at having sussed it out. "An' you, eh... know? Know she special." Ciuraq continues, trying (successfully) to keep the triumph out of her voice.
"Pretty dog," Sen hedges. She's not a bad liar, but she's nervous, and it shows.
Ciuraq snorts softly. "Qimulivak. Big dog." She responds, in a 'yeah right' sort of tone. Big almost sounds like 'pig,' the way she says it. "Quyana cakneq. Tha... danks."
Sen's right foot slides behind her, and she carefully shifts her weight from front to back. "Uh, sorry, what?"
"She, eh.... uh... is a big dog." Ciuraq enunciates a little better this time, expression looking focused as she does. "And I thank you for her. Made sure she... she... she okay. Has food, place dry." Ciuraq nods at the end of this, the nod completely out of place with her words.
Ghost nods in return. She slides her left foot back now. "Sure." A glance behind her, then back. "How do you know my name?" From the way she says it, full of suspicion, it sounds like she already has a good idea.
Ciuraq gives the world's most awkward looking shrug ever, like 'oh, how could I know that?' "I know thinks." She says, substituting the k for the g. "Anya." She says, tapping herself on the sternum twice. "Cenirten. You, eh, tea with me. Some time. Not now, but you come by, we tea. Okay? I invite you. As thanks fo... fo Kypto."
"Bet you know birds too," Sen says. She inhales a little more deeply, but not by much. "Thanks, but uh, but I'm not much for tea."
Ciuraq shrugs, and then repeats. "No no. You visit and have tea." She seems very insistent. Then, she nods again, like the matter is totally settled. Sen'll come by for tea. "Piuraa." She gives an awkward wave, starting to back away.
Ghost turns without saying anything further, and starts heading off in a hurry in the same direction she was going before. She's not above sharp looks over her shoulder to make sure Ciuraq continues to go.
Ciuraq does, in fact, go. She disappears into the streets, and down an alley. Literally. She's untraceable past that point, like the Uktena was the figment of an overly active imagination.
Ghost breaks into a sprint as soon as she's out of line of sight.
