This is going to be Epic

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6) (how's she doin'?)

[Boy]

"...So first I tried getting their attention. But these things, these road spirits, they're so fast. I caught one. Y'now, four-legs-fast. But he wasn't too happy after that to tell the truth." Boy wasn't usually this talkative. Not at any time. Not to anyone else. But this was Marrick. His sister. The one person that knew him the longest. And this night was their first night when they weren't just patrolling or checking defenses. They weren't just working or hunting for death. They were enjoying being around each other. And Boy's usual silence only meant he had more to tell the only person he felt he 'needed' to talk to. "But I can at least hear them. I can at least understand, y'know? And I'm sure they can understand me. Once I get their attention."

[Marrick]

She was an intense sort of creature tonight. On edge, unhinged, needing some sort of buffer or contact to keep her from going off the wall. They were talking, they were enjoying each other's company, despite whatever had happened nights before, whatever tensions were to come. Marrick was pleased. Genuinely so. She was taller than he was. She had always been taller than he was; it would only be a matter of time before he hit a growth spurt and shot up a few inches... And then they would be the same height. He was just as fast as she was, just as strong, and just as tough. There was camaraderie in being so similar. "Oh, man," she starts, "this is gonna be great. If they can understand you this is going to be so much easier to set up defenses an' to do stuff." Stuff. Such a technical term. Attire was comfortable. Jeans that were worn to Hell and an Abercrombie hoodie. It was clean, but there was a questionable stain on the left sleeve that looked somewhere between rust and chocolate syrup. There was an ease of company there; most at home and most herself when she was with someone else.

[Marrick]

(close that tag!)

[Boy]

"I know!" He said in a way that seemed obviously teenaged. Obviously, because it wasn't so obvious at other times. When he was brooding. When he was stewing over decisions or old, painful memories. It was easier to tell now that he was only seventeen. Including the way he was climbing and hanging off the edge of the bus stop they were waiting under. The taught muscles in Boy's arms extended slowly as he lowered himself from his angled half climb, half hanging position. Boy reached into his pocket, pulling out a King Sized Snicker bar. "Snickers?"

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6) (per+alert, diff 6)

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4 (Botch x 1 at target 6) [Per+Alert]

[Doodle]

...Traffic was sluggish and slow at this time of night. You had to beg for a special sort of attention (and in this neighbourhood you could earn it quick enough) to notice anything in the air or around that was out of the ordinary. Traffic passed without incident or measure, swift and eager to be out of the hovel of Bronzeville's depression. People moved even swifter, the shortest routes and the briefest commutes from late night grave yard shifts into the security of tightly locked and bolted apartments for another night. Yes, the nightlife here was riveting and electric and entirely different then the zest and feel of a place like the Mag Mile. So maybe it is an odd thing this: A van goes rolling by, not slow or fast but casual, as if the passengers in their tinted windows, fresh paint job and glimmering rims, could project a sense of 'This is ours' based solely on the speed at which they were moving. It bumps and holla's with the sound of Hip Hop Gangster times and slows only marginally as Boy and Marrick come into passenger side view. The pause lasts barely a half-instant, the tires screeching loudly as the van tears off into the distance with sudden abrupt speed. Not the sort of speed inspired by hurry, but by Male Ego's looking for a rise out of the 'Norms'. ...That? Isn't the strange bit. The strange bit is the young man sitting on the curb side, dressed in, what could only be described as a 'mountain of Coats and sweaters'. He is clutching a giant bag to his chest, wrapped by both arms and the face inside the wrappings is all but smothered under layer upon layer of scarf and hat. Well no, that wasn't the strange bit either. The strange bit is that he wasn't there before the Van passed and clearly is after it has.

[Marrick]

Odd. She was mid conversation. There was mention of candy and she lit up- for the most part, Marrick liked sweets. She loaded herself down with junk food and anything calorie-laden because, surprise, she would blow through it all in a matter of hours if she was particularly active or particularly anything. She just had the metabolism of a hummingbird on speed. She blinked, and blue eyes looked at the breathing pile of coats and sweaters with the giant bag and the scarf-where-a-face-should-be. Marrick Fisher was young, and she wore curiosity that did not belong to her. She nudged her brother with her elbow, and indicated to the pile of jackets and person. "Hey," she says. Not quite loud enough to draw attention. Then? "Hey!" There, that's a better volume.

[Boy]

Boy knew the look on his sister's face. He knew that her attention to what looked like just another homeless person preparing early for winter. But he knew that her attention to it meant it wasn't just what it seemed. "You catch a whiff of anything?" Boys voice was low and even. The candy bar went back into his pocket and he leveled a hot gaze on the man in rags across the way. Too familiar to them for him to be entirely comfortable with. Playtime was officially over.

[Doodle]

...And it's when the pair of them finally turn to look at the young man...boy?...staring at them across the street, that the head leans forward from the rags and the scarf is pulled down by a Mitten'd hand, revealing cheek and chin too young to know anything of shaving yet. "Do you have any idea how fuckin' Cold it is here?! Seriously?! Like...Really Cold! How the hell do you people do this all the time?!" And then the Scarf is back up and he is snuggling deeper into the folds, re-clutching his bag.

[Marrick]

"It ain't that cold, the wind's not blowin' enough for it t'be cold yet," she said. Stated. The Fury shoved her hands into her front hoodie pocket. Someone had told her once it was a kangaroo pocket, but she wasn't so sure about that. Whatever it was, it was neither here nor there. A light breeze blew, and jostled tangled blonde locks. A pause. And then a look to Boy. She raised her brows, and then continued on with conversation. He wasn't running away screaming yet, and the mass of teenaged coats-and-stuff didn't seem terrified of her. Despite the moon being so full, and despite the fact that she seemed so unhinged. "Y'get used to it," a break, "you gonna be okay?"

[Doodle]

"YET?!" It's the only thing he screams, the sound vaguely hitch pitched and somewhat...well let's be honest... ...Terrified.

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 8) His eyes twitched into a momentary narrowing. His nostrils do the opposite, and flare visibly as he lifts his face to the air, getting a scent out here. [perc + PU, diff 8. 1 WP]

[Boy]

((Forgot to add the WP. That's a fail))

[Marrick]

"Yeah, wind chill an' stuff," she says. Matter of factly. Like a true Okie, she was painfully aware of the weather and how it worked. A beat. "Little dude, it'll be okay, y'get used to it."

[Boy]

Boy rubbed at his nose slightly, shaking his head. He looked over to Marrick with a bit of concern, and then to the little guy wrapped in fabric. Really, it wasn't that cold. "You got somewhere to stay?" He calls over finally. "Somewhere you can be other than on the curb?"

[Doodle]

"...You say that like puddles aren't wet, day isn't a hangover and we've all got time..." Muttered and growing more conversational and less loud as he climbs to his feet, shrouded as they were by the volumes of blankets surrounding him. He isn't tall. Not by a long shot. A shot glass and a half under the male Average if you wanted to be specific. His wandering is more a waddle and lacks any sort of distinctive sway or gait that might suggest fast. Fleet. Smooth. Effortless. When he gets to the opposite curb (having looked both ways at least four times before and during the trip), he stops a good three feet out on the street and flicks his eyes and head back and forth between the pair. "So uhhh...." Hands emerge, wrapped in a pair of dirty wool gloves missing their fingers. He adjusts the shoulder strap to his rather large army surplus bag (deco'd with buttons of various blank colours) and...stares. "....How does this work exactly?"

[Boy]

"Man. Look at that thing. Its like...staying in bed and still walking around." He was tense, and as if on instinct he moves slightly away from his packmate, and around this odd one, until Mr. Blankets was almost standing between the two. Too-intense teen on either side. "So how does what work?"

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6) (per=primal urge: wassat?)

[Marrick]

(wait, that was diff 8 *kicks* my bad)

[Marrick]

her posture was straight, and it was strange in that Marrick was quite possibly the tallest person in this grouping. Both of the males would grow, though. She was done. Marrick wasn't going to get any taller than the slightly-above-five-and-a-half feet tall that she was already. The kid-and-jacket combination wasn't tall. Boy wasn't tall. And they both could probably stand to eat a little more. She looked at the kid for a minute longer. Marrick glanced from Boy with her brows raised, and then offered her hand to the kid. "I'm Marrick," all bright smiles and sharp teeth.

[Doodle]

He glances up at the pair of teens, boy's comments bringing an all too honest frown and a soft 'Hey', tiny steps taken in reflexive need to keep out of boy's general range. It only really serves to put him closer to Marrick; a fact that has him blanching a little, back peddling from the Ahroun Fury and into Boy again. Both are given a quick snap glance back and forth, followed by both hands pointing. One for each. Then the blankets start slipping. And he snaps one hand down (The one pointing at Boy) to catch them, leaving his free hand to point back and forth between the two rapidly. "...Hey Do-" And then Marrick has a hand out and he's taking it without really thinking first. His eyes? From the hand to her face back to Boy and then to the hand again. Shaking. "Right." He shuffles the blankets back onto his shoulders, nodding like this were a declaration of importance. "I'm Doodle..."

[Boy]

He furrows his brows at the blanket wrapped kid, and then to Marrick, giving her a lifted chin and a what's up expression before looking back down to...Doodle. Apparently. "I'm Boy." He didn't offer a hand to shake. Not yet anyway.

[Marrick]

"Kickass, great t'meetcha Doodle," a firm shake. Once up, once down. It doesn't linger for too terribly long. She pauses, and then? With all the grown up prowess that she can muster, the blonde Fury speaks again. "C'mon, let's walk an' talk, Doodle," she tells him, "what's gotcha in Chicago?" There's half a grin on her face, and she looks at Boy with a rather pleased expression, it was as though she had figured out something incredibly important or finished the New York Times crossword puzzle in pen. She nodded, and that nod said a lot more than her actual words could. A lot of Marrick Fisher was nonverbal, if for no other reason than she sucked and putting her thoughts together in a concise manner.

[Doodle]

"...Well..." and he sucks in a breath, turning to look up at Boy, then back at Marrick,cheeks slightly puffed out as the trio begin to walk slowly down the sidewalk. "I'm here looking for someone and to be perfectly honest I've never really been out of California before and we don't really get this sort of thing up this way a lot of the time, the cold ya know? So I decided to leave the Sept there 'cause they were" He waves at the air dismissively "Doing stuff I didn't want to do and there's this really cool" The word is emphasized in gestures (hands out, open and shaking. First at Boy, then at Marrick) and expressions (wide eyes and jaw dropped) "Girl here called Sheridan and she told this awesome story at one of the get arounds" He swallows "And then up and left before I could give her this thing, well two things really but the other one sort of needs a few promises first and all and ummm-...Hey." He pauses abruptly to look up at the pair with a deep frown on his young face. A hand rises to point between the two of them. "You guys aren't spirals are you?"

[Boy]

There was an odd look of confusion when Doodle talks about his old sept, and in such an oddly vague manner. Its quickly replaced by a look of recognition, mixed with a touch or realization when he mentions Sheridan. And then, he asks that question. You guys aren't spirals are you? The look flashed on Boy's face said, plain and simple, 'what the fuck is wrong with you?'. The message was relayed to Marrick and...somehow...he began to laugh. It started low and intermittent, as if he wasn't exactly used to the act. But eventually it grew into something loud and full bodied. A laugh. A full on, head back, mouth opened laugh. And one he shared evenly between Doodle and Marrick.

[Marrick]

You buys aren't spirals, are you? She looked at Boy, then at Doodle. "..." and then? She laughed. She laughed hard enough that it almost made her stomach ache a little. Then again, that might have been a litlt ebit because she was hungry, too. Normally, this wouldn't be an unpleasant sound. At the moment, however, Marrick had a bit too much rage for it to be as endearing as it would be. She's too sharp, too bright, too heated and downright predatory. It cuts back on a lot of her social graces.

[Doodle]

He blinks. It's the first real reaction really, a standard if one knew him well at all which...well neither did. So he Blinks and stares and switches his attention between the two with obvious and outright seriousness during this moment of shared mirth between the packmates. "No...seriously..." Said low enough that the laughter all but drowns it out. His frown is moderate at this point, uncertain if he should be terrified or...offended? "...'Cause I know Spirals they like...do crazy shit sometimes and...like kidnapping people for like cults and stuff? Weird rituals with knives and virgins and..." His frown grows deeper, back stepping from the pair a few inches at a time, hands moving to clutch at his bag for security purposes. "...And they kinda...laugh a lot in that 'sane I'm not' sort of way you guys...sort of...are...now...Yeeaaaahhhh...." A thumb is hooked back the way he came, jaw thrust forward a little. "I'm gonna...go..."

[Administrator]

sunglasses, welcome to Bronzeville (Southside) (Now)

[Administrator]

punkin, welcome to Bronzeville (Southside) (Now)

[Marrick]

A break. A blink, and she cocked her head to the side at her packmate. Brows were raised and, for a second, the teenaged blonde looked... confused. She then looked back at Doodle and by the time she had calmed down he was mid-explanation. He goes into the explanation, that they kidnap, maim, sacrifice virgins, and laugh. A lot like they had just then. "Doodle?" she started. "We ain't spirals. Swear on my honor, we're not." A pause, then? "Hey, wait, where're ya goin'?"

[Boy]

Boy had laughed a little longer. He didn't exactly get to do it very often after all. So his restraint came with slowing, chucking, wiping at his eye. "Oh man. Wait. Wait a minute man. Don't go, just...wait."

[Doodle]

...he'd already half turned away, creeping, when Boy ventures a 'Wait' and Marrick offers an 'On my Honour'. He turns around, hands in the air, bag slidin' up higher onto the mound of blankets that is his shoulder. "...If you were spirals then that's exactly the kind of shit you'd tell me to make me stay with you! You're like the creepy guys in the van kidnapping little kids only...without the...van and stuff but-" He scowls and points with all the menace a vagabond can get, the slightest hiccup of Rage pluming off him in snippets and tiny growls behind his consonants. "...Look, you gotta give me some..." Pause. Eyes up. Thinking "...Evidence of some sort." A frown, eyes still up. "...I don't know what though..." Quieting down as the possibilities begin to scale across his mind.

[Boy]

Boy's head slants to one side as he considers this, and then to Marrick. He turns back to Doodle, no longer smiling. No longer laughing. His eyes, his expression, his body language was all business now. "My name is Boy, called Brother of the Lost. Cliath Peace keeper of the Utena tribe. And...we know where Walks-the-Tracks is." He waits a moment to let that sink in, considering the blanket swaddled Doodle in with an even, if a bit intense, gaze. "That's her name, isn't it? You told us Sheridan. But we know her as Walks-The-Tracks. She's a member of our Sept now."

[Marrick]

There is silence. And the blonde just stood still, and was content to think. Doodle was not a happy camper. there was quiet rage brimming off of the young man, teenager, boy, something. She looked at him, and then back at Boy, they were quiet. Marrick nodded, more to herself than anything, and offered her name "I'm Marrick Fisher, Bones to Dust, Cliath. Black Fury Ahroun, and ahroun elder to the sept of Maelstrom. Walks the Tracks-rhya's our Master of the Howl. She's amazing, I was impressed with her." A pause. "I dunno whatcha need fer evidence, but, if you got questions I don't have anything t'hide." And what a dangerous offer that was.

[Doodle]

Blinking, hands still hovering in the air. It's a few heartbeats under the heavy gaze from the pair, as both finish off their introductions. Then... "Ok, let's go." He tucks the shoulder strap over his shoulder again and waddles back into place between the two Garou, a huff puff sort of breath sucked in and escaping as quickly. "...So Sheridan's the Howl-up huh? That's cool, I always figured she'd end up doing something like that, she seemed the type, ya know?" He's nodding, eyes on the ground, a reflexive issue, thoughtful rather then dour or submissive "It's not as if we get a lot of chances to actually do that sort of thing?" A glance up at Marrick with a 'Ya know' sort of scrunch to his face "All they really want to do is kinda push us to the front lines and hope we keep the mortals in check while they run off 'n play hero most of the time" And another ya-know-scrunch directed up at Boy. "You'd think they'd get tired of of it but-" A shrug, eyes lifting finally to regard down the street "So where we headed anyway?"

[Boy]

"Maelstrom. Best place to find her. And who's we, exactly?" They were walking now. But the way these two walked when they had a place to go, it was a lot more like marching. Still, he did find the time to offer an occasional glance at Doodle. "And I was serious about having a place to stay. If you're staying, I mean. In Chicago."

[Doodle]

He glances up at Boy and makes a motion with his hand that seems to encompass the Three of them together. "Weeee, essai" He grins. Then flattens it out, hands up and waving apologetically "...Sorry, didn't mean anything by that. Just something from California" A nervous huff of a laugh, followed by a return forward and a slightly stiffer walk. "...Staying?" A surprised sort of stretch to his face, leaning slightly to one side while he walks, a hang vanishing into the flap of his bag, digging around to the tune of several things that go clink, several things that go rustle and at least one thing that goes clunk. "I guess. I sorta left home to find Sheridan and see what she was up to 'n stuff. So if she's here 'n part of the Sept then I guess I'm stickin' things out fer a bit at least." He looks back up at Boy again with another grin. "You guy's a pack or what, huh?" He leaps 'round to eye Marrick quick, then back to Boy.

[Boy]

"Yeah." Boy says, more than a little proudly, and gives a nod to Marrick. "We're La Familia. Packed under Black Unicorn. Me and Marrick, we came here together. Had another ahroun with us. White Oak. Guy could really take a hit. Only...he got called away. Silver Fang stuff. So now we're a bit short." He shrugs, but keeps moving. "We even have our own place. Turf to look after. All of that."

[Doodle]

"Seriously?" An elated sort of giddy sound that has him turning and walking backwards so he can stare at the Ahroun and Philodox equally. His bag is adjusted again as his hand comes out of the interior holding a sloshing bottle, once filled with the sort of water you'd find Gym Fanatics and Athletes chugging back on a periodic workout basis. The label's been stripped and the interior liquid is transluscent and yet houses an odd... ephemeral blue quality. ...Like looking at the ocean on a clear sky day, through your peripherals. "...Fair's fair like eyes 'n teeth, Boy" He stops in place, the bottle held out toward him. La Familia was a Bone Gnawer touched collective. They'd recognize the tradition: Share one way meant share both ways. "...So what's Black Unicorn like? Never heard of 'em." A vague sort of eagerness coupled with a dangerous level of energetic curiosity.

[Marrick]

She nodded. They were a pack, and there was quiet pride in that. The Fury didn't say much, as that her alpha had said it all. Her hands were back in her front pocket and she was listening to whatever was said. She had some intense focus at times. Right now, however, Ms. Fisher was just intense period. The female's focus had very little to do with it. He asks about Black Unicorn, though, and Marrick takes her opportunity to speak. She might not have been alpha, but there was something to be said about her knowledge of her totem. "Black unicorn's... well, he wants you to protect the innocent. And protect those who need it. Your allies, your friends, things you really believe in. First in, last out. It's... he's... Black Unicorn's a lot about your service to others and service to Gaia."

[Boy]

There's a faint softening of his face. Not quite a smile, not hardly a laugh, but a pleasant look of recognition. He accepted the bottle holding it up to a streetlight and letting it slosh about. "Black Unicorn? Man. He's...dark. Like...scary. Blazing eyes. Black as shadow. And he's demanding. Very demanding. We kinda learned that the hard way." He shrugs a bit glancing at Marrick and nodding at what she adds. "Yeah. Black Unicorn demands that we defend our brothers in arms, no matter if they're kin or true. If they're packed with us or not. Once we're in the same fight we've got to watch their backs. And when we don't...he gets pretty pissed." And then he goes back to looking at the liquid in the bottle "What is this stuff anyway?"

[Doodle]

He stops. Sudden and abrupt. Staring up at Marrick as she explains Black Unicorn. The look on his face isn't concern or distress, but more a mixture of the two with heavy parts in wonder. His lower lips juts forward just a hair, gloved hand rising to push the brim of his hat back and out of his eyes (finger straying idly to scratch at an itch over his brow). "So you..." A quick swallow "...You guys keep safe the helpless 'n stuff? Like-" Switching to Boy "-All the people that couldn't do shit when it needed to get done? No matter who it is or where they come from or what they do 'n stuff? Like hookers to honkers to haters and heels? All of 'em if they can't help themselves?" A blink. "Seriously?"

[Doodle]

...A brief flicker of a glance at the Bottle Boy is holding, eyes a little wider as it sloshes about in his hand. "Gnosis. Transportable kind. Potent 'n heavy 'n long in the grill."

[Boy]

He shrugs, nodding lightly. "Or try to, at least. Like I said, it doesn't always work out. But we...we persevere." And at the explanation of what was in the bottle, Boy smiles in full, looking at it again. "....Cool." He was obviously impressed.

[Marrick]

"Yeah," she replied to Doodle, "seriously." She looked at the bottle with quiet wonder, and then almost abruptly. "Can I learn how to do that?" She was an ahroun. She was a full moon, and so potent that it made one a little uncomfortable at best. It made her dangerous and almost terrifying at worst, but it didn't stop her from looking at things with quiet fascination. She was impressed, most definitely. It seemed that Doodle made a good impression.

[Doodle]

He blinks, another rapid fire glance between the two. "Can I meet him?" He's bouncing around from foot to blanket hidden foot, hands threatening to begin clapping infront of him, eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly open in an 'Oh Oh Oh' sort of round. "You guys are Batman! You-" Can I learn how to do that? it brings him up sharply, balancing on one foot for a moment, before he begins to topple, rights himself quickly and stares at Marrick, blinking again. "...Uhhh, yeah. S'pretty easy stuff but..." He glances up at Marrick, tilting his head between the pair again. "Don't you guys have a Theurge already? They do this sort of stuff a lot. I can teach him-" A quick snap toward Marrick, eyes wider yet "-Or her! Her...her too..."

[Boy]

"Nuh-uh" He responded quickly to Marrick's question, though he was actually speaking to Doodle. "Me first. Besides, she's a spiral." And there was the first budding sign of a grin on his face. But then Doodle asks to meet Black Unicorn. And then Doodle asks about their theurge. "Well...Marrick makes talens. And I talk to spirits. But...No. No theurge actually." And he seems to consider something. His eyes settle on his packmate for a long moment, then go back to Doodle. Boy's eyes, his gaze rather, was an intense thing. About as intense as the heat that came sweeping off of Marrick. "We're recruiting though. You interested?"

[Marrick]

"I am not, you terd-" she told Boy. Quickly. Eyes wide and something akin to playful shock and teenaged wonder on her face. it was easy to forget that she was eighteen sometimes. Though, as a point of interest, she might have very well been the oldest person in the pack now. She regarded Boy like she would a younger brother. Then? Back to Doodle. They were recruiting, and Boy asked if he was interest. "We promise no virgin sacrifices, or bein' mean t'goats or weird cult behavior or nothin' like that. None of that stuff. Right now, me an' Boy have been splittin' the duties but... yeah, we're... we're kinda sans-" a quiet pride on her face, using a word that she had just recently learned "-theurge right now." She had calmed, once the thought subsided of calling her brother a terd and the initial excitement of potentially acquiring another potential packmate.

[Doodle]

"OhMyGodYes!" Before Marrick can even finish her description. It's at the top of his lungs, heedless it would seem of the neighbourhood they're in. His legs are spread slightly, hands up in front of him like they could stop the pair from simply pushing past and around him. Several of the blankets have slumped and threaten to fall to the sidewalk, all but forgotten. "That'd be so awesome! I've never packed before!" Head shaking. Furious "...Packed up...Packing...Packed with people" Stammering incoherently, hands gesturing at the pair with equal incomprehensibility- "You know!" -only to get thrown up in the air finally, where they do the most good, poised and frozen. His eyes are closed and face is crushed into a sort of 'I'm not a total headcase, I swear!' expression. "...I mean I don't-" Coming down suddenly, hands twiddling infront of himself as uncertainty and doubt suddenly collapse the eagerness "-don't know, Unicorn? Or Black Unicorn Or...any other spirits beyond Rat's brood really? But...I learn!" A finger juts into the air "Quick! Seriously! All sorts of Liquid, that's me!"

[Marrick]

Quick! Seriously! "Great!" And with all her prowess in battle, with all her focus and determination and sheer will to continue onward. She was fast, she was strong,s he was capable, and she was every bit a Black Fury and every bit a full moon... but she was easily excitable, and she was many, many other things. He was trying to explain what was going on and what spirits he knew, and Marrick, for her part, didn't seem to care She just hugged him. She was strong, and she was fast, and she was an intense creature and the moon was damned near full in the sky, but the Fury had a way about her like an overeager puppy. Excited. "I like your enthusiasm," she tells him. And eventually, releases him from her overeager puppy deathgrip of a hug. Someone needs to tell Marrick to play a little easier with her friends, but somehow the ahroun must have missed the memo.

[Boy]

Boy smiled wide at Doodle's almost incomprehensibly excited blathering. It was an odd feeling. It was an old feeling. He covered his face, pressed both hands at his cheeks and, when the two of them were occupied with their hug, he wiped at the moisture in his eyes. "Alright, alright. Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait. Before we get ahead of ourselves here, there's a few things to take care of. Three things, really." And with that, he throws a hand on Doodle's shoulder, encouraging the young Theurge to keep walking. "First, there's Maelstrom. You've gotta make a sacrifice. And its gotta be something that really means something. Something that hurts to lose. Second, we've got another prospective, and I've gotta be fair to her too. So you're gonna get tests just like her. And third..." He looked over to Marrick, a pleasant smile playing out across his face. When was the last time that they spent this much time together? When was the last time that they agreed on something of this importance without a single touch of doubt or disagreement? Boy gave doodle a friendly slap on the shoulder. "Lose the blankets." This. Would be Epic.

[Doodle]

"Ahhhoof!" Is how the sound effect would more then likely be spelled in the hallowed panels of the Comic book moment this had become...at least in the Sketch-pad storyboard of Doodle's mind as he is gathered up in Marrick's arms. The definition is somewhere between surprise and breathlessness, Doodle's eyes bugging slightly during the embrace and his form wavering slightly on his feet as he is put back down again. Rapid blinks and a sudden spreading grin of sheer and utter joy rushes over youthful features, bringing a rosy tinge to his pale cheeks and a hand up to adjust his toque quickly back into it's rightful position. He's glancing between the taller pair again, eagerness like a wave. A pulse. Then boy claps his shoulder and earns Doodle's full and bouncing attention. He nods emphatically when the Philodox tells him about the other Pack possible. He nods emphatically still when Boy mentions the sacrifice. He's still nodding excitedly when he mentions the tests. It's only as he gets to the Blankets that Doodle stops, leaning back slightly with a bewildered sort of stare at the Alpha of La Familia. "You serious? Dude!" He breathes loudly off to one side and points at the vague white mist there, eyeing Boy again "I Can See my Breath! C'mon!"