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Topic Started: Nov 24 2008, 02:26 PM (342 Views)
Emilia Deveraux	Nov 24 2008, 02:26 PM Post #1
REINHA :: Queen of Thugs Posts: 1,014 Group: Cougars Member #51 Joined: Apr 28, 2008 Played By: Lil	A meeting in a warehouse, or old abandoned building, always seemed to be so cliché. The dust and cobwebs, abandoned crates that held who knew what in them... there was also the fact that it was so conspicuous that it wasn’t funny. That was why Emi currently sat back in one of the plastic chairs set out on the roof of the Golden Cockerel (gods, she hated that new name) in the middle of the day. It had made sense to make use of a veritable neutral zone, not to mention it pretty much guaranteed that even if he forgot about the meeting, Chris might still eventually be drawn up there to find out why all the important people were gathered here instead of following him and his awesome ‘manliness’ around. It made a part of her sad to know that she’d learned how to read the Rex... it meant that she spent far too much time around him. The other reason for the choice of location was that at least three or four of the staff here would likely be involved with the meeting. The hospital was also rather centrally located position wise, and it wasn’t unheard of for staff to occasionally gather on the roof for a break, or to celebrate a birthday privately for a short time. The location and the fact that it was daytime meant that they could be left in peace and less chance of being snuck up on. Paranoid? Well, you never knew what some people were capable of. Emi had made sure that she’d done her rounds early, then had someone else take over her for the next short while before making her way up there with a cup of coffee and a raspberry muffin. Thankfully there were chairs kept up there since Emi often enjoyed having her break outside. She had no idea how many would show, or even if there would be someone from each group. Hopefully, they would. Unfortunately, if they didn’t then it would only make it more difficult for those who didn’t want to associate with other species for whatever reason. Not that it would be her problem personally, but Emi couldn’t help but think it wouldn’t be fair for some to suffer because of others. Besides, all she'd sent forward was a gathering to discuss whether anyone had a game plan for when the new President would be elected. No matter who won, the preternatural communities were pretty much well... fucked. It wouldn’t matter what species they were, they would all be treated the same. There had been no real insistance, but the smarter people would consider at least discussing the issue with one another. With a sigh, Emi finished her muffin, then closed her eyes and rubbed the back of her neck before setting the drink on the ledge and arched her back while reaching high to stretch a few tight muscles. It was simply a matter of waiting for others. Edited by Emilia Deveraux, Nov 24 2008, 02:30 PM.
	Emi/Goldilocks :: 24 :: 'MamaCat' :: Healer/Doctor :: Telepath/Empath :: Underground Networker :: TAGGED :: (removable - sneaky kitty)


Charles Brettenholm	Nov 24 2008, 02:45 PM Post #2
.n o c h i l Posts: 69 Group: Jaguars Member #202 Joined: Nov 21, 2008 Played By: Chelsi	Charles was a bit pissy today. He'd had to deal with four submissives being picked up by the cops. FOUR! Apparently they decided that they would go and run around in one of the local parks. It wouldn't have been a bad thing except some kids had seen them and gone screaming to their mothers about 'big kittys'. The submissives hadn't threatened anyone, they'd just been running, but with the environment in France lately this was the new reality. It seemed that already the cops were gearing up to crackdown on lycanthropes. It was why he was actually very, very glad that he'd received the message through Kat about this meeting. He hadn't got around to meeting any of the other shifter leaders yet (the Jamboree had not been in town that long), but this would be a good idea to hopefully meet them all at once. He just hoped that everyone could keep it together and civil. Trying to figure out what to do about the election should be a good enough reason, he hoped, but a lot of alpha dominants crammed in to a small area could have an adverse effect on cooperation. Of course another additive to his foul mood was the fact that he still hadn't found Aidee yet. He knew she was in town, he could sense her, but hadn't managed to track down the infuriating female yet. Oh well, he would find her of she would find him. Their bond did not allow them to be apart for very long at all. Sighing heavily the Nochil made his way through the hospital to the stairwell that led to the roof, smiling back at the nurse who winked flirtatiously at him, but his mind wasn't really on that right now. It was on Aidee, the whole situation with a new president that would make their lives living hell, and general Jamboree drama. He clutched a cup of cafeteria coffee and a stale danish in his hands as he started up the stairs, and two flights up he'd consumed the Danish. He sipped at the coffee, made a face, and decided that he'd throw the sludge out at the nearest garbage can. At the platform of one set, he leaned out the door, spotted a can, popped it in and continued on his way. Reaching the roof he opened the door and stepped out, immediately catching the scent of cougar and turned his head. He couldn't help the flirty smile on his face as he saw the blonde female, damn she was hot, especially stretching like that. He coughed to let her know he was there if his scent hadn't already betrayed him, and walked forward, hand extended. "Charles Brettenholm," he introduced himself, "Nochil of the recently arrived Jamboree." He gave a firm squeeze of her hand, noting the softness of the skin, before letting go, letting his fingers brush the back of her hand as he took a step back. "I'm glad you called this meeting. It makes sense to discuss it all, and besides, gives me the pleasure of making your acquaintance."
	x Charles Brettenholm \|\| 26 \|\| Werejaguar Nochil ::not tagged::


Jason Young	Nov 24 2008, 03:20 PM Post #3
Ulfric // Emi's Beau Posts: 1,352 Group: Wolves Member #13 Joined: Apr 13, 2008 Played By: Jess	A look at his watch told Jason that he was not yet late for the scheduled lycanthrope meeting that Emily had arranged. Then again it would be pretty bad for the wolf to be late considering the fact that he had been somewhat involved in the planning process. Or rather he had listened to Emily while she had told him about her thoughts and the precautions that needed to be taken with the coming election. He could not have agreed with her more and had been making his own plans, though they were more internal and within the Pack itself. The safe house would be ready for occupation soon, thanks to Jocelyn's diligence in making sure the place was spotless and welcoming to any wolf who needed it. Once it was completely finished it would be one less burden on his mind. With the time noted, Jason hooked his thumbs into either jean pocket and continued his walk through the halls of the Golden Cockerel. The werewolf did not understand at all what had been wrong with the name 'Golden Galileo.' But at least he did not have to ever say he was an employee of the Golden Cock. There were just too many bad things that could be said with that name. Despite the name though, Jason navigated the halls easily; the licensed executioner knowing the hospital well as part of his job and also because Emily and Cara both worked there as well. An elevator ride later and the Ulfric had arrived on top of the roof. The lingering scent of feline touched his senses as soon as the door opened and immediately he spied the familiar cascade of golden hair that belonged to Emily. In front of her was a male that also explained the other scent that rode on the faint breeze. "Charles Brettenholm," The name came to Jason as he walked up quietly to the two, a look that was both calm and serious written on his face (really his normal appearance), "Nochil of the recently arrived Jamboree." Well that explained the scent as jaguars had not been common in the city before now. Without a word, Jason moved past the man before he turned to stand beside Emily, noting the lingering gestures with his hand. "I'm glad you called this meeting. It makes sense to discuss it all, and besides, gives me the pleasure of making your acquaintance." Jason disguised the hint of annoyance that the smooth talking jaguar's words dredged up with a polite smile and a extended hand, "Jason Young... Ulfric." Naturally no introductions were needed between himself and Emily.
	Jason :: 30 :: Ex-Military :: Licensed Executioner (PPIT) :: Emily's × TAGGED × (Removeable - Thanks Sunshine)


Deleted User	Nov 24 2008, 06:02 PM Post #4
Deleted User	Cali was snarling, and the nurse was constantly asking her to stop but she couldn't really quiet the sound. Stitches hurt dammit! It was bad enough that she had an injury bad enough that she needed stitches to help it heal, she was a damn lycanthrope. However it was worse because she needed many stitches. An angry hyena had basically decided to get pissy at her when she separated a pair of combatants, and it's jaws had been locked into her arm before she got a chance to even move. Of course she'd been in human form which didn't help, but it was no excuse for the incautiousness on her part. She should have known by now that her job recently had become more dangerous, this was not the first time she'd been to the hospital lately, but sometimes she just seemed to get really involved in breaking up a fight and it just... slipped her mind. No more though. The nurse kept asking her what was going on. The fox was polite, but clearly worried about her patient, but every time Cali refused to explain. It wasn't something that needed to be common knowledge, and she knew how nurses gossiped, and especially this particular fox. Her name was Victoria, and she was young, a proverbial socialite, and the hyena she was treating did not want the Cackle's problems aired for anyone to hear and pick apart. A soft hand gently patted her shoulder, and Cali looked back towards the vivacious redhead. "All done Cali. I'd give you painkillers but you won't take them.." She sounded worried about that too, but in Cali's eyes the pain reminded her not to be so stupid next time, to not let it happen again. "You're right, I won't, but thank you anyway Victoria." Cali grabbed her coat and made for the door, only to feel a gently restraining hand on her shoulder. "Cali... it's getting worse. You're here far more often... Please tell me what's going on, maybe I can help." The hyena just shook her head. "Trust me, you can't help." She was touched by the concern though, and gave the other woman a hug. "I'll be ok Victoria, don't worry." The redhead didn't say anything else, and watched Cali go out the door of the examination room. Once she was out Cali immediately pushed the incident from her mind. She just hoped Victoria managed to as well. Walking down the hall, she smelled wolf.. cougar and... jaguar? She'd only smelt the last once before, back in Germany, so why here? Smelling a shapeshifter in a shapeshifter hospital wasn't exactly rare, but it was rare to pick up very strong power from three scents rather close together. Nostrils flaring, she followed the scent of the jaguar to the stairwell, then curiously started up the steps. What was going on here? Curiosity had got the better of her, as it often did when she was in pain. It was a good distraction. reaching the top she heard voices on the other side, waited a moment, then pushed open the door and stepped through. Her eyes fell on the owner's of the three scents, and she blinked, and spoke very quickly. They were all alpha, she was not, and she didn't exactly want to piss them off if they didn't want her around. "Hello.... what's going on up here if you don't mind me asking? I smelt some very strong scents and felt power traces, so followed them." It killed her sometimes to be so polite, but she managed. "Is this a meeting?" She grinned. "A secret meeting? My name is Cali Jaeger by the way and I'm... nominally the Askari of the local Cackle." Her face had clouded over a bit at mention of the Cackle, and it was obvious to anyone who was in any way observant that something was going on.
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Deleted User	Nov 24 2008, 10:25 PM Post #5
Deleted User	It took Eoin a while to find his way to the Golden Cockerel. His French was less than perfect, and his vocabulary and accent made it hard for any of the locals to figure what he was saying or where he was going. But in the end, he made it. And just in the nick of time, he thought to himself, glancing at his watch. He was one for punctuality, which had caused him to leave the Pard House much earlier than he “needed”, but turned out to be the best decision he'd made all day. Things were going pretty well for him in Paris overall, but any new leader picking up a pard who's previous alpha had been as vile as the Windchaser pard's was a challenge and a half. He wanted this to settle quickly, but he knew that that just wasn't going to be the case. So, he'd held onto the last shred of patience he had so that when he met the other clan leaders he would be at least...civil. He wasn't sure what alliances were already in place, or what was going to happen, especially with the country's politics as they were. Genny had given him a lot of information about the town, the leaders, and the pard, and without her and her guidance he would have been lost long before. Sighing heavily, he tried to remember what life had been like before he had arrived in France. He drew a blank. At this point, there was life before France. Everything was leading up to whether or not he had the balls to leader. “Pardon,” he whispered, nearly under his breath, as he moved fluidly through the hustle and bustle of the people around him. They were all shifters. He could smell them, moving around him with nearly the same grace he possessed. Eoin couldn't help but admire the place, and the fact that Paris had it's own shifter hospital. Things had not been so simple for him in his last pard. He'd lived in a small city, with no resources. Not a lifestyle he hoped to revisit anytime soon. He stepped into the elevator and glanced over the buttons. He was headed for the roof, where he had to assume at least most of the others had gathered. Already he smelled wolf. The woodsy, earthy, moon dusted scent seemed to linger heavily in the box around him. There were others here as well, but over the hospital's patients and staff he was unable to pinpoint them. He couldn't hope but help he wouldn't be last. The ride only took a moment. Upon reaching the roof, he stepped out into a little breeze on a sunny day. There were four shifters there. The wolf was easiest to find, and Eoin could smell cat. At least two flavors. He wasn't able to pinpoint the last one before he made it within earshot and nodded graciously to each of them. “I”m Eoin Burns, the new Nimir Raj.” He didn't offer his hand to any of them, as he had to Genny. It seemed too much of an “American gesture”, so he just let it slide. Glancing around the group he smiled the best he could. His language skills were off, he'd never met any of them, and this wasn't the best day of his life. He was doing his best, and he had to give himself at least a little credit.
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Emilia Deveraux	Nov 25 2008, 12:12 AM Post #6
REINHA :: Queen of Thugs Posts: 1,014 Group: Cougars Member #51 Joined: Apr 28, 2008 Played By: Lil	Well, it seemed at least the cougar didn’t need to wait long before she heard the subtle shifting of the roof door as it opened the first time. Her eyes slid smoothly across toward the first to arrive, and she instantly recognised the similarity between his scent and Kat’s, which meant he must have been the Nochil of the Jamboree that had arrived not too long ago. Her gaze was slightly curious for a moment, but she smiled easily enough as the male approached her and offered his hand in greeting, clasping it warmly in her own and giving it a brief squeeze in much the same fashion as he’d done, her own smile growing rather cheeky. No doubt he’d recognised what she was already, since there were plenty of her kind back where he came from, compared to the few she kept tabs on around Paris. The subtle flirting didn’t go unnoticed by the young woman though, even though she noticed a very familiar face arriving and making his way over. She nodded and introduced herself, her French accent strong even with her fluent English, “And a pleasure to make yours as well Monsieur Brettenholm, I am Emilia Deveraux. I take care of the cougars around Paris; I suppose I would be considered the Reinha.” For a moment, the empath thought she’d picked up something from the werewolf who’d moved beside her and she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, before giving him a small smile and patted him gently on the arm once. The movement of another arrival pulled her focus away though, enough to pick up on the distinct scent of hyena. To be honest, if there was one group that Emi had almost expected wouldn’t show, it was the hyenas. She’d never much liked their Oba, and well it was no secret that the woman had hated pretty much everyone. A polite welcoming smile greeted the other female, though became slightly confused when the questions popped up about whether this was a secret meeting. Was she not sent here? Perhaps Emi had been correct in her thinking after all. However, the fact that she was the Askari meant she was welcome as far as Emily was concerned, “Well, actually, oui, that is exactly what this is. I almost thought you must be the representative of the hyenas, I did send every group a message about it.” She tilted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow, “Did no one receive it?” The woman would be allowed to stay, if she was the Askari, then it made sense. The blonde was about to introduce herself again, when another arrivee showed up through the door, and her eyes flickered across at the familiar scent of leopard. She ran her gaze over the male as he approached; he had to be the new Nimir-Raj, judging from the strength in his own aura that mingled with the rest that were currently gathered on the roof. As his accent reached the French woman’s ears, her smile didn’t falter but it did take a moment to make the distinction in it. Not Irish. Scottish, she was fairly certain, with something else mixed in. He confirmed her guess though, and the expression on her face became a little more appraising as she took a step closer with a welcoming smile, “So you are the new Nimir-Raj. Well, I can honestly say you already look like an improvement on J-F.” Oh yes, she’d met the old Pard leader before. That was a long time ago since he knew Nicca, and she remembered really not liking the way he’d looked at her. Since then she’d still heard things about him, but she was rather glad recently to hear he’d met his end – mostly for the sake of the leopards. Glancing between Eoin, and Cali, the blonde smiled warmly, “I’m Emilia Deveraux, or Emi. Reinha for the local cougars.” She glanced at her watch and shrugged lightly, “And we still have a little time to wait and see if anyone else shows up, so everyone make yourselves comfortable.” Edited by Emilia Deveraux, Dec 11 2008, 01:28 AM.
	Emi/Goldilocks :: 24 :: 'MamaCat' :: Healer/Doctor :: Telepath/Empath :: Underground Networker :: TAGGED :: (removable - sneaky kitty)


Deleted User	Nov 25 2008, 04:18 AM Post #7
Deleted User	It wasn’t too unusual an occurrence for Kat to be found rushing some where feeling very behind-she constantly felt like she jumped from one fire to the other all day long. Perhaps part of it would have been the way she had to hurry about to keep up with people whose legs were longer than her own. When one was short and had reached your late twenties you were used to moving quickly to make up for the disadvantage. The same proved true in both dance and battle as well-if the rhetoric being bandied about was any indicator war was on the horizon. The small doctor’s bushy hair shook as she climbed the stairs toward the roof top-there was something fundamentally wrong to her about treating a group of people like second class citizens because of something they couldn’t control. Not just because she was a lycanthrope herself-the current political sentiments went against everything that Kat believed as a doctor and human being. Even if her husband hadn’t accidentally infected her on their honeymoon with jaguar lycanthropy Kat still would have been sickened by it all. She had seen better than most the dark side of what it meant to be a were-jaguar but it also meant that one had a family and sense of belonging that had been so important to Kat while living with her abusive husband. If it hadn’t been for her desire to protect the others from the sickness that had taken hold of a man she had loved once upon a time then Kat would probably have let Alejandro kill her. There had been times when she certainly had wanted to die-it would have meant an end to the physical pain as well as the mental wounds he had opened up in her psyche. Once more Arun’s darkly handsome face swam before Kat’s mind while another flight of stairs met their doom. She still wanted to throttle Charles for putting them across the hall from each other. Keeping the ranking dominants together and close to the Nochil’s penthouse was just a convenient excuse for her ‘little brother’ to try pushing the pair back together again. Having him so close to her now but with that same emotional distance was making it hard for Kat to function though-she kept having dreams that she crawled into his bed to show him how much she missed him. Reaching the top floor Kat pushed her personal drama down as she walked through the door to the roof. She caught Charles’ familiar scent first, then Dr. Deveraux’s cougar as well as wolf, hyena and leopard. Which was well since she had been meaning to get a hold of the local Nimir-Raj to see if the Jamboree could possibly run with the Pard on the full moons. Just until they found their own space that was safe but something was needed given the fact that submissives where being silly enough to shift in public parks. Kat sighed a bit still trying to process how foolish that had been from her earlier conversation with Charles. It was pretty unbelievable. She offered a friendly smile to the other alphas while moving to Charles’ side-her rightful place as his second in command. Relief shook the jaguar as she realized they were all speaking English-while she was one of the more fluent in French in the Jamboree-Spanish was still her first language. The light accent always tinted Kat’s English even after years in America, “I must apologize but there were some new ‘guests’ brought down that needed their paperwork filed before I could get away. I’m Dr. Santiago-Kat if you please. I hope I have not missed anything terribly important already.”
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Deleted User	Nov 25 2008, 05:33 AM Post #8
Deleted User	Reyna was late and for her that was a big no-no. Well maybe not so much as late as she was going to be one of the last to arrive, something she tried not to do ever since it had been ingrained in her to be on time, all the time, no matter what. Today, that was just not happening for her and her mother was going to be so disappointed. Of course, her mother shouldn't find out but somehow she always did and she would always call to let her disappointment known. She never phoned to praise Reyna when she did something good. No, on those days she stayed quiet. It was only on the days that in her mind that Reyna messed up that she would call and let her hear about it. She was getting tired of it. However today's meeting was something that her mother might never hear about. Reyna got the personal invitation at the swan property in Paris and if that was the case, unless her mother could read her mind she wouldn't know about it. That is unless she had friends in the hospital that would notice Reyna coming and going. She almost groaned at that. She would probably jump to the wrong conclusions if she found out she was in the hospital. But it couldn't be helped as that was where the meeting was and where Reyna was now walking through the front doors. She wasn't sure on how formal this meeting would exactly be being that it was on the roof of the hospital although she knew it wasn't evening gown material. So she had stood in front of her closet trying to figure what would be best to make a good first impression. The majority of the people that were going to be at the meeting, almost all, she had never met before. She remembered going to some function with other shifters but never had a chance to talk to any other leader before she needed to head home. She doubted if anyone remembered her due to the fact she just sat at the bar quietly watching everything go on around her. In the end, she just ended up throwing on a pair of black jeans, a black sleeveless top with a sweater over it and a pair of peep-toed heels. Both a formal and informal ensemble. She walked through the lobby which surprisingly didn't have that many people on it but then most were on the upper floors visiting their loved ones or working, which ever the case may be. She located the bank of elevators and took it to the top most floor that she could. There she did have to weave through the people in the halls to reach the stairs that would take her to the roof. Once in the stairwell, she could smell the other scents that had come before her. There was the unique smells of cougars, jaguars and leopards. On the other side of things, she could also smell wolves and hyenas. She was the only herbivore and hopefully that really wouldn't matter. Stepping through the door into the bright light of day on the roof, she saw the small gathering that she was the seventh to arrive at. Hopefully she wasn't dead last. She would feel so bad if she was. Reyna put on a small smile on her face as she approached the gathered shifters. They were all here for one common goal, one common purpose and that was to figure out what to do when the new president gets elected. In either case, shifters worlds were going to change and in that, they needed to be all united. “Hi everyone,” she started in her quiet voice. “I'm sorry that I'm a little late. I didn't mean to be. I'm Reyna Marali, the Swan Queen for those that don't know.”
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Charles Brettenholm	Nov 25 2008, 07:59 AM Post #9
.n o c h i l Posts: 69 Group: Jaguars Member #202 Joined: Nov 21, 2008 Played By: Chelsi	“And a pleasure to make yours as well Monsieur Brettenholm, I am Emilia Deveraux. I take care of the cougars around Paris; I suppose I would be considered the Reinha.” Charles smiled, gave her hand one final squeeze and dropped it. He'd smelled the approach of the wolf but hadn't really paid attention, yet when he looked at the other male and the utterly smooth way he was holding himself, the jaguar had to smile. Was there a bit of jealousy there? Or was it mere protectiveness. Quite hard to tell really, and it didn't really concern him anyway. Sure the cougar was attractive, and if something happened there was no way in hell he'd turn her down, but he wasn't going to pursue it, at least not right now. It wasn't exactly appropriate given the mood of this meeting. When the wolf introduced himself and offered the hand to shake Charles took it, shaking firmly but not squeezing too hard. No way in hell did he want to turn anything into a pissing contest before the meeting had even started. Though he DID notice the fact that he did not introduce himself to Emily, which meant they already knew each other. The evidence piles up... "Nice to meet you as well Mr. Young. Nice to see that some Yanks can be polite." He winked then stepped back, just as the door opened and a hyena stepped on to the roof. She asked questions, and he was just as puzzled as the blond looked, but he let Emilia deal. The hyena was actually quite attractive too. Damn, was every lycanthrope in this city attractive? He called out a greeting to the hyena, and he didn't have to wait long before another arrived. A leopard this time, and he waved a greeting to the man as well. Might as well wait until everyone was here to introduce himself again. Next was.. Kat, and he grinned. Charles probably should have waited for her, but he'd been eager to meet the other leaders, and besides, she'd known where she needed to go. She took her spot beside him, and he smiled over at her. "No, we're still waiting I think for a few, you haven't missed anything because it hasn't started yet." Giving her a pat on the shoulder, his ears picked up the sound of the door opening yet again, and then another blond stepped through. She was also attractive, but the beast in him perked at the scent of prey. A swan? Dear god the woman is brave. She had to know she'd be the only prey here... To try and ease any discomfort she may be feeling, Charles waved back to her as he walked forward, a wide smile on his face. "You're not late, nothing has started yet my dear. And a beautiful Swan Queen you are." He gently took her hand and kissed the back of it, a brush of dry lips over her smooth skin before he straightened. "Welcome to the meeting of monsters," he winked before taking a couple steps back from her and then moving back towards Kat.
	x Charles Brettenholm \|\| 26 \|\| Werejaguar Nochil ::not tagged::


Deleted User	Nov 25 2008, 11:17 AM Post #10
Deleted User	Grey had been watching the building for the past few hours from a café across the road. He'd been surprised when the call went out for the heads of the Were species to meet up. If someone was going to crash the meeting, cause trouble or just keep the place under surveillance they would have turned up before to watch the place and he been looking out for them not that he'd seen anyone but that could just mean they were good at their job and if this meeting was watched by one of the people he thought this meeting was about he'd warrant they would be very good. Of course he'd been watching the news and he could see what couldn't really be described as the storm clouds gathering but more to a pyroclastic cloud looming down on the whole of France. There were two candidates vying for the leadership of France and as far as he was concerned both of them were bad news. And so he had set out ages before the meeting just to keep an eye on the place. He didn't have the vote, he was still a citizen of the UK but even if he did he wouldn't have voted for either of them, hadn't even bothered to learn their names. The man wanted pitch forks, flaming torches and hunts through the streets for anything vaguely supernatural, which really did not appeal to his fox in any way shape or form, it had actually been caught in real hunts before and it wasn't something to enjoy. The woman just wanted to tag every one of them and constantly stare over their shoulder. George Orwell eat your heart out. Forget Big Brother it was going to be Big Sister that would be reading your mail and if she could your mind. And the wording she had used? Any supernatural creature that commits an act against a human could, and would, be killed. Yeah that was a very vague definition and what stopped people just hunting the supernatural's down and taking their own idea of justice out on them only to tell the police 'it was them that started it ... honest governor'. The whole thing stunk to high heaven and low hell of history repeating its self in every bad way. He'd entertained the thought of not coming today. Of laying low and preparing for the storm like several of his Skulk had tried to persuade him. To be honest he could see their points and yeah most of them had a good reason for the caution and grudges they carried. Too many thought foxes as prey or as things to play with in animal form others just didn't trust them or so no point to show even the slightest of respect to them. But despite all that some didn't. He had friends from amongst some of the groups and although the foxes were experts at hiding that was no way to live a life. Besides in the end if they hid their heads ... well entire body in the sand what stopped the idiots from taking down the groups one by one and once the rest were gone they'd be able to turn all their resources in digging out the foxes one by one. So either they gave the other groups a chance to play it smart and helped out possibly ending up in trouble with them or they ignored them and almost certainly ended up in trouble down the line by themselves. Not much of a choice in the end and worst comes to worst the foxes could always start digging at the first sign of trouble. He'd already notified certain friends experts in unofficial transport that he may need their services soon. Downing the final dregs of his latte he placed a twenty Euro note under the saucer to pay for his drinks and a healthy tip for the young woman working for chemistry degree if her books were anything to go by. Walking around the corner he pulled the hood of his jumper up both against the cold in the air and to make it difficult for any surveillance to get a good description of him. Well the meeting was meant to have started a couple of minutes ago and the good thing about hosting the meeting here was he couldn't really tell who was here for the meeting and who wasn't. A very nice security idea really. It only took him a few minutes to navigate his way through the building to the roof. Looking round the group it looked like he had arrived mid introductions he raised an eyebrow at the group. He took a shallow breath in picking out the scents of the group, some breeds he recognised others he couldn't, nodding respectfully to Em before speaking his accent perfect east side Parisian. Hopefully she would understand the need for the deception he was about to spring. He trusted her and him showing up proved that but equally he didn't know enough about the others to just trust them especially the wolves. His accent would be discovered to be fake with just a little research about him but the position would be harder to disprove. There was no way he was going to point the finger at himself as leader of the foxes. “I take it I missed all the fancy introductions and the creamed tea? I'm David Malkin, Cuwart of the local Skulk. Are we missing anyone or can we start this? As far as my skulk and all the foxes we're in contact with are concerned it's looking like France is either going to go Orwellian or old school Transylvanian. I'm here because the Reynard thinks the best option is to actually cooperate with the other 'monsters'” He actually made air quotes at the term making sure everyone knew he didn't believe the idea with a slight smile on his lips. “now rather than wait for them to come for us one by one in the night.” He paused for a second before continuing his voice showing an edge of dark humour as well the confidence he held in the few foxes in town he was in contact with. “The Reynard and I have no doubts we'd be the last they'd find but then last to be found and killed still ends with us being dead. Not to mention a life being hunted and having to hide constantly is no way to live. Understandably we're not all that enthused with either idea.”
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Jason Young	Nov 29 2008, 01:38 PM Post #11
Ulfric // Emi's Beau Posts: 1,352 Group: Wolves Member #13 Joined: Apr 13, 2008 Played By: Jess	Waiting would not be something that anyone would have to wait long for it seemed. No sooner had Jason arrived and made his first introductions did others appear from the door that opened up to the roof. Though before the next arrival appeared, the werewolf's attention was still on the jaguar who had introduced himself as Charles. The grip was firm between the two men, but the jaguar nor the wolf squeezed any more. Though that smooth talk toward Emi did give Jason the urge to tighten his hold, he resisted for the sake of not starting shit. This meeting, hopefully soon to be coalition, was Emily's idea and he was not about to mess that up. They needed this, more than ever before. "Nice to meet you as well Mr. Young. Nice to see that some Yanks can be polite." Jason smirked. 'Remember... for Emily and for everyone's benefit...' The door opened to reveal the next lycanthrope who had been invited and the scent of hyena wafted towards Jason. Admittedly, the man was surprised. The Cackle was notorious for not giving a rat's ass about anyone but themselves. Though there had been some rumours of some possible problems. Not that Jason had ever bothered to find out if they were true or not. Still, it seemed like she did not know what was going on. Not to mention the title of Askari was unfamiliar to him. Regardless, Jason remained quiet while Emilia took the lead to explain the intent of the group and those who entered next; including the Nimir-Raj, another jaguar who he recognized vaguely from the morgue, a representative for the foxes and... hell, even a swan. These were undoubtedly desperate times. Just the basic concept of 'predator' and 'prey' mingling was amusing and a testament to how bad things could possibly be. Though while Jason tried not to think in those basic terms, the smell of edible bird was something he had to shake from his mind. While they waited, Jason took a few steps back from Emily's position to lean against the ledge while hooking his thumbs in his pocket. He mentally counted off the groups he was aware of, knowing that a few more remained before the real discussions would begin.
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Deleted User	Dec 4 2008, 03:56 AM Post #12
Deleted User	Reyna had been nervous walking to this meeting, knowing that she would be the only vegetarian, to put it nicely, in attendance. Not that her form of swan, the Mute, had many predators but exceptions could be made. Really, she was only worried about the wolves and the any of the feline families. Hyenas caused her some worry but they were more scavengers then attacking something. Anything else, she really hadn't considered a threat. And here, she had no reason to. The meeting was a neutral one, trying to figure out what shifters were to do now that the new president was elected and new laws were coming into play. It affected them all. As soon as she arrived, even though all the scents of the carnivores washed over her, she walked bravely towards everyone, not letting it affect her. In fact one male wolf smiled and waved at her before he approached her, not as if he was stalking a meal but to welcome her, make her feel more comfortable. “You're not late, nothing has started yet my dear. And a beautiful Swan Queen you are.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it softly. Something she didn't think males in this day and age did. It was a nice gesture. “Welcome to the meeting of monsters,” he added with a wink before he stepped back and went to stand beside a female wolf. “Thank-you,” she said quietly, with a smile of her own. She stood off to the side on her own, not wanting to get too close to anyone. Not because of being uncomfortable but just to be on the safe side. For the ones that might find her smell a little more appetizing, she didn't want to push any buttons. As she waited for anything else to be said, another male came on the roof, a fox by the smell of him. He launched right into his view of things, well more specifically, the foxes view of things. He didn't seem to positive but then again, there probably was no reason to be. Until more things were said or she actually needed to voice her opinion, for now she would listen. There was not much else she could do. Reyna wasn't even sure if everyone was present or not. Unfortunately, until this meeting was called she really didn't even know how many shifter groups there were in Paris. It seems she was about to find out much more about them as they banded together to keep their sanity through this all and their lives.
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Deleted User	Dec 9 2008, 07:25 PM Post #13
Deleted User	There was a polite smile from the cougar, something Cali appreciated. It seemed being polite to others brought that kind of treatment in return... maybe she should be polite more often. The Askari smiled back in return, noting the confused look with something close to trepidation. Was the woman going to make her leave? She was pretty damned curious about this gathering now. “Well, actually, oui, that is exactly what this is. I almost thought you must be the representative of the hyenas, I did send every group a message about it.” The other woman tilted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow, “Did no one receive it?” Cali sighed heavily. She was going to have to explain a bit now. "No.... The Oba has disappeared and the Imara tear themselves apart in dominance battles. It isn't a good time for the Cackle or a enforcer like myself," she said quietly, but it was all she got to say as more shifters arrived and the other blond's attention was taken away from her and to them. The leopard king was attractive, but a little taller than she liked a man. The swan Queen made her suddenly crave a turkey dinner with all the fixings. Charles made her smile, mostly because she recognized a young flirt when she saw one, and he was quite handsome. Too young for her though. The wolf was more to her taste, and she winked at him as she stepped backwards away from the female cougar so she could greet any other arrivals. When the fox waltzed in her eyebrow went up. Damn, he reminded her of prey too, though he wouldn't taste as good as a swan would she was sure. She just shook her head and watched. Waited. She was a dominant but not an alpha, and that was a definite disadvantage.
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Deleted User	Dec 11 2008, 01:22 AM Post #14
Deleted User	Eoin did his best to keep to himself. He did not want to appear stand offish, but at the same time he had no intention of offending anyone the first time he met them. He kept reminding himself that he had a terrible habit of disregarding tact at the moments where it was most necessary, so, he nodded at the newcomers, was willing to shake hands with anyone that offered, but in the end, he tried to be more of the strong, silent type. There was a lot going on here, and a lot he did not know anything about. He glanced around, suddenly somewhat apprehensive. He had asked Genny to join their little get together. He wanted to speak for the Pard, but he knew so little about them. Having her history and knowledge of their people was a resource he was not willing to ignore. In the end, he was only worried about the well being of the city's leopards, and he was willing to tone down his need for control to ensure their safety. He listened carefully as the others joined. He committed their names to memory, matches their faces and scents with their titles. They were strong, all of them, though some were obviously much more so than others. He could feel the animal energy pulsing through the air surrounding them. It was so thick he felt like it would reach out and touch it, it was almost painful. On top of it all, it seemed to him that none of them were extending any extra energy. This was just their normal, standing in a circle on a rooftop talking about lycanthrope politics sort of deal. Well, maybe they were a little more on edge than normal. “No.... The Oba has disappeared and the Imara tear themselves apart in dominance battles. It isn't a good time for the Cackle or a enforcer like myself.” It seemed to Eoin that things were going less than favorably here in the city. What he had heard about the former pard leader, the presidential election and now with were-leaders going M.I.A. it seemed they all were in for quite a ride. He tried taking an objective view of the situation, and wondered what it was he had gotten himself involved in, but then he thought about the broken faces of the pard members he had met and that was all he needed. Listening intently, he patiently waited for Genny to arrive. In the mean time, he kept his eyes trained on Emilia. As the one who had called this meeting she had taken a lot of responsibility on her own shoulders, something Eoin respected. She was beautiful, and obviously strong, but the maternal nature that radiated from her was calming. Hopefully things were going to go well, and if Eoin had his way he would form as many plausible alliances as he was able. The Pard certainly needed a strong base, and after what they had been through, they deserved it.
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Emilia Deveraux	Dec 11 2008, 02:39 AM Post #15
REINHA :: Queen of Thugs Posts: 1,014 Group: Cougars Member #51 Joined: Apr 28, 2008 Played By: Lil	Emi’s features softened gradually in personal relief as more began to make their way up gradually. She’d watched Jason’s and Charles’ interaction with a hint of curiosity before brushing it off, and focussed on the rest who were arriving. As the one who’d taken the chance at inviting so many different groups, she felt a responsibility to play the hostess to a degree. After all, it took using a couple of connections as ‘Goldilocks’ in order to get the info on a couple of the groups and how to contact them. Using those connections more often would probably start becoming a habit soon enough. At Kat arrived, Emi nodded to her with a smile before the other jaguar took her position beside the Nochil, “Non, nothing has begun yet. At least its a lovely day out in the sunshine.” She chuckled with a shrug, then her attention returned to the door as another arrived and instantly her beast recognise the scent of bird. This had to be the swan Queen or a representative of. Suspicions were confirmed when she said as such and Emi nodded politely with the same warm manner, “Welcome Reyna, a pleasure to meet you.” She couldn’t help the small impish grin as the Nochil greeted her just as smoothly, if not moreso, as he had Emilia upon his arrival just moments ago. He was definitely smooth; young, but knew what he was doing. When the familiar scent of fox reached her nostrils, Emi’s gaze turned to Grey with a fond grin. She’d known the fox for a few years, back when she was still working with Nicca even. Though that had been more about business, nowadays she considered him to be one of her closer friends. They had each other’s trust – that was an important thing for both of them. She kept her smile from turning into an amused smirk as he feigned a Parisian accent and introduced himself as the Cuwart instead of Reynard, “Well I am glad to hear that your leader agrees it is a worthy enough option to at least hear each other out.” There was a thread of concern for the Cackle though as Cali mentioned the situation, and Emi couldn't help but feel some sympathy for the Askari - the Imara weren't much better than the Oba as far as the cougar was concerned. While everyone seemed to shift themselves around making themselves comfortable in their own ways, Emi seemed to be nonplussed about whether she stood out or not. That could have been partially the fact that she knew at the least Jason had her back straight away if anything went down, but it seemed that everyone was as relaxed as they could be given the circumstances, and it made her hopeful that they could get a decent meeting out of this. “Well,” The cougar checked her watch, if anyone else turned up now then they could be filled in easily enough she supposed. From memory the ones who seemed to be missing representatives were the tigers, cobras, rats, and lions. Emi refrained from rubbing her temples, looked like her plan had failed in regards to Chris. It wasn’t her problem. “I suppose we are it, at least for the moment.” Emilia smiled around the group, “Welcome to the ‘monster meeting’; I am personally hoping the first of more to come. Considering the changing times it seems to me that we will perhaps need to begin working with each other, to a degree.” The blonde’s features sobered somewhat as she continued, “I do not like to think the worst, but given enough time it may become a matter of survival for many of us. The news of the election does not give much hope, so I wondered if it may benefit us all if we could put our heads together and come up with suggestions, ideas... failsafes perhaps. With a working communication network between all of our groups we may stand a better chance than simply forgetting each other exists and fending for only our own.” The cougar’s smile brightened modestly again and she slipped one hand into her pocket as she scratched her head lightly and chuckled, “At least, that is how I feel speaking on behalf of the cougars. Shocking, I know, considering what thugs we are renowned for being.” Edited by Emilia Deveraux, Dec 11 2008, 07:22 AM.
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Deleted User	Dec 11 2008, 07:14 AM Post #16
Deleted User	She left Charles alone for five minutes and already here he was hitting on the Swan Queen and given the tension between them had pissed off the wolf. It really made Kat want to sigh, you would have thought that it wouldn’t be too hard for her ‘little brother’ to get along without managing to piss someone off. Though if history was any guide that was the normal mode the Nochil worked on with other males-women loved Charles-which could have been the problem. It only served to remind her about repaying his meddling in her relationship-or lack thereof-with Arun by arranging a bit of a get together with him and Aidee. Her sister in law was normally the more stubborn of the pair but Kat had her ways of making things happen-usually it involved using Leti as a decoy since the teen had a thing for match making. It was easier to encourage the girl towards people that needed it instead of on Kat’s own abysmal love life. The jaguar smiled politely to the whole group-giving a little nod in return to Dr. Devereaux. After all the cougar was the only person Kat knew on the roof top other than Charles; being around strange men had become more trying for Kat over the last year but she was determined not to let it show. She would just stay near to her Nochil as casually as possible for the time being. Of course that didn’t mean she didn’t lift an eyebrow in interest when the hyena admitted what was going on in the Cackle at present-definitely nothing good in the state of Denmark…or France as the case was. Kat couldn’t help but feel grateful that the Jamboree had managed to get half a world away from New Mexico or else they would be living the same nightmare. “I know that we had hoped to find a nice peaceful home,” Kat made herself speak up feeling a bit self conscious about all the people and drawing attention to herself. Within the Jamboree it was never a worry but her self-esteem had taken several more hits and strangers usually made her worry more. “But it is nothing new. The southwest was never the best place for those who lived openly as lycanthropes…but at least I have experience in faking blood tests in my lab to supply false negatives for lycanthropy. It is nothing new for me to do so here as well.” She smiled a bit deviously, “I don’t think my human ‘guests’ will mind at all helping our cause. The main issue will be with these implants they want to use…and who will come forward to accept them. As citizens of another country there is not much authority for the French government to force the Jamboree…but that is not the case with all groups.”
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Deleted User	Dec 11 2008, 08:41 AM Post #17
Deleted User	Once more Eoin had asked for her presence and Genny found herself running late because of the flakiness of her tattoo clients-not that making her way across the city to the Golden Cockerel had helped matters. The leopardess had actually taken a cab instead of riding her bicycle hoping that it would be faster only to get caught up in traffic like something out of a bad cliché. It was frustrating to the young leopard to say the least since she was trying so very hard to be helpful to the new Nimir-Raj. For all his quirks Eoin seemed like a decent guy at heart and Genny knew how poor his French was. It was never a guarantee with meetings amongst preternaturals how many would speak English and it wasn’t fair to leave him at a disadvantage. He already had to deal with that back at the Pard House were none of the others spoke more than basic English-or in the case of Hallie and Maris had a desire to speak to a man. Her sneakers were loud on the stairs toward the roof as the dancer hurried her way up trying to make up for lost time. Taking them two at a time with one hand lightly on the banister to keep her balance-not that the dancer really needed the help. The young leopardess hit the door stumbling to slow her momentum as she exited out onto the sunny rooftop. She had to groan seeing a large group already waiting-cougar, wolf, hyena, jaguar…even fox and swan. Chewing her lip Genny righted herself and waved feeling like a naughty child as she made her way toward Eoin’s side. “Allo…Desole…” She puffed a bit the rush having put her out of breath-that or the multiple flights of stairs. Even for a lycanthrope that was a bit of a work out. “Traffic…was not mon ami…” Pushing a bit of her long dark hair out of the way Genny tried to put on her most charming smile for the others as she slid next to her Nimir-Raj. Her dark eyes darted up to him before she whispered softly, “Vraiment Eoin…I hope you aren’t angry.”
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Deleted User	Dec 16 2008, 10:37 PM Post #18
Deleted User	Just as Eoin's worry that Genny was not going to make it surfaced, she walked through the door. He watched her glance around the growing group and smiled. He was glad she had been able to come, though he hoped she had not had to reschedule any appointments on his account. Especially now that the meeting was going in English anyway. Regardless, it would be good to have her knowledge of the Pard and its members, so they could be spoken for properly. Eoin know the things a pard needed in general, but he was not entirely sure about the specifics for this particular group, who seemed more and more broken every time he thought about it. “Oh, hush, Genny,” he whispered back soothingly. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I'm glad you made it safely. We haven't really gotten anything accomplished yet anyway. Kinda really just started.” Smiling down at her, he looked back to the group. There was a lot of them there. A lot of them seemed a little reserved, which he didn't hold against them. The energy throbbing around the place was somewhere between intoxicating and very, very, very uncomfortable, to say the least. Even so, there were still some of the representatives that were not present. Some that were not being spoken for, all of whom Eoin would need reasons for. Even if they didn't want to be part of the “monster meeting” as Emilia had put it, he wanted to know about them. Safety called for complete knowledge, not partial. Waiting for the jaguar to finish, Eoin spoke up, “I haven't met most of you, but I wanted to introduce myself quickly. My name is Eoin Burns, and I am the Windchaser Pard's new Nimir-Raj. For those of you who knew J-F, I hope to be quite the improvement. For those of you who didn't know him, if any, not to pat myself on the back, but I am quite the improvement. But it's put the pard in quite the precarious position. We have next to no power base. There are no existing alliances that I am aware of, and we are a clan of eighty percent, at least, submissives. Not to sell us short, because so help me god I will hunt down anyone that tries, well, anything, but until things are settled a little more it would be nice to know that we have some sort of support here in the city. Or I'll have to make...other arrangements.” He let the sentence fall heavy and open ended. It sounded a lot more dramatic than his real plan of phoning his old Pard and asking if anyone wanted to move to France. But sometimes tip toeing on the political ladder was the only way to get things done. And heaven help him he would do everything and anything he needed to make sure the pard was well protected. After being left at the mercy of someone like J-F they deserved a leader who would stand up and fight for them. And Eoin certainly was the fighting type.
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