13/02/2006
Farmhouse: Kitchen and Dining Room
The sliding glass door separating the farmhouse from the wilds beyond opens without much ceremony. Veronica steps inside, giving her surroundings a quick once-over as she pulls the door closed behind herself. Satisfied by her brief glance, she starts to shuck her jacket.
Cristofer is sitting upon the couch in the living room, his elbows leaning heavily upon his knees hands steepled before him, deep in thought over the recent discussion he had with the sept elder.
Veronica sets her jacket on a nearby chair, looking things over here and there as she progresses through the kitchen. She pokes into the fridge, retrieves herself a can of pop, then swings around the corner to the living room...and stops dead. "Hello," she says flatly, the hand on the popcan tensing briefly.
Cristofor Dragomir, or more simply addressed Chris Mir is someone who does his best not to stand out in a crowd, but sometimes simply can't help it. In his late twenties he stands slightly below six feet tall with a thin figure, with a preference to dress formal. He charismatic smile and is good looking to some degree with slender somewhat effeminate features to his face, and often wears a pair of narrow framed glasses to help with his nearsightedness. The most striking part of his appearance is his hair, often neatly trimmed a striking handful at the front is silvery gray, while the rest remains black.
Cristofer slowly looks up at Veronica, and smiles slightly. "Hello, Miss?"
The can of pop gets slowly hidden behind the girl's back. "Veronica Eaglefeather," she replies automatically, eyes skipping from the man's hair to his glasses, and then to his clothing.
Cristofer he nods politely in acknowledgement. "Cristofer Dragomir, at your service Mistress Eaglefeather."
Veronica gives a nod back, her eyes still wide as she takes in the man's appearance. "Are you new?" she asks. "Are you family?" She doesn't put any particular emphasis on the word 'family'.
Cristofer nods once more. "You could say that Mistrss Eaglefeather, you could say I'm a distant cousin of sorts." Cristofer pauses for a moment. "If I might be so bold as to inquire as to your tribal familiarity?"
Veronica parses that slowly. The cub takes another long look at the man, still unsure whether she should enter the living room or not. "Wendigo," she finally says, accompanying the word with yet another look at the man's hair. "What about you?"
Cristofer smiles a little. "I wasn't blessed as fortutiously as you Mistress Eaglefeather, I am simply kin and quite harmless I assure you."
A corner of Veronica's mouth tugs upwards. "Okay," she says, finally taking her eyes off of him to look around the interior of the living room. "Did you just come here too?"
Cristofer nods. "Recently from Romania, I thought it would be prudent to inform my betters as to my appearance in their territory. I just finished having an interesting conversation with her ladyship Mistress Vera."
Veronica frowns slightly. "Where's Romania?" she asks, edging into the room a few steps. "Is that like Germany?"
Cristofer chuckles a little. "A little further south, but yes I suppose you could say that it is near Germany."
"I wasn't good at geography. Or history," Veronica volunteers, leaning against the wall. She's still not getting too close to him. "So, will you be living here too? With all of the Garou, and cubs?"
Cristofer raises an inquisitive eyebrow. "I take it you instruction hasn't gotten as far as kinfolk Mistress Eaglefeather?"
Veronica stiffens, as though she's been caught out doing something wrong. "Our kin live with us. Or, near us. I didn't know if the wy..." The cub's teeth click together as she shuts her mouth. "I didn't know if the other tribes were the same."
Cristofer sighs a little. "I go where I am need Mistress Eaglefeather, should one here have need of me I shall stay and be of service to the best of my abilities. But, until that request is made of me, I have a life of my own to keep."
Veronica cocks her head. "So...what do you do?" she asks, a little of her hesitation starting to ease up. She relaxes a bit, no longer so paranoid.
Cristofer says "I am here because etiquette dictates I present myself to my betters when I traverse their territory... I'm a genealogist by trade, I use my knowledge to help track down prospective garou. I also help my "family" financially should they find themselves short in funding, and have quite a few connections." Cristofer says "Really I do whatever I'm asked Mistress Eaglefeather, to the best of my ability."
Veronica's mouth forms a little 'o', though at least some of that speech seems to have slipped right past her. "That's good. Right. Just like kin are supposed to," she says when she finally figures out what she _should_ say.
Cristofer nods. "Indeed, I fear many of my kind have forgotten our place in the modern day. But the reality of the matter is quite simple, we are not the ones who risk our lives on a daily basis trying to save the world from a incomprehensible threat. It's our task to make your lives simpler Mistress Eaglefeather, so that you may concentrate fully on your duties, without worrying about the little things, and I take great pride in my work."
Veronica's head moves up and down in a slow nod along with the man's words. "A lot of people forget their place," she says, a little chagrin in the words. "A lot of Garou, too. Vera-rhya told you about the things they want for the kin? Well...since you talked to her." The cub's words stumble. "Sorry. Stupid of me to ask."
Cristofer nods. "She explained many things to me, about the current state of affairs." furrows his brow slightly. "I must confess I'm a little confused as to why Mistress Vera is having such problems. Her suggestions sound fair and thought out to me, and she is the leader afterall."
Veronica looks at her hand for a moment, studying her nails in a bad attempt at evasion. "Her rules are good for qussak tribes. We go a different way." She thinks a moment, flexing her hand. "Submission to those Higher in Station," she adds.
Cristofer says "I suppose that would be the best way to leave it."
Cristofer says "Mistress Eaglefeather, would you per chance know where I might find Mistress Clemency at this hour?"
Veronica turns her head enough to give Cristofer a 'weighing' look. "Clemency? I...um...I think someone mentioned she's around here a lot." She chews a bit on her lip. "Probably good to go out and call, see if she answers."
Cristofer nods. "Mistress Vera, said I should probably get around to speaking to her when I had the chance, but I fear she failed to mention where I might find her."
Veronica's fingers tap on the pop can behind her back. "I'll see if I can find her," the cub says with a look as though an idea has occurred. "Wait here a second?"
Cristofer nods. "Of course, Mistress Eaglefeather."
Out the back door goes the girl, and around the building. She returns a few minutes later with a disgruntled look on her face. "I couldn't find anyone," she explains as she reenters the living room. "But she's supposed to be around here a lot."
Cristofer frowns and nods a little. "That's alright I suppose... it's the thought and the effort that counts." he then smiles a little.
"You're welcome," Veronica says. "So...um...maybe if you leave a note for her on the fridge or something," she says, waving her arm vaguely towards the kitchen, "she might find you?"
Cristofer shrugs. "I'm fairly certain there are enough people in town that know I'm here that she'll eventually find me. I think leaving a fridge note is a little uncouth for my liking."
Veronica nods. "Okay. Um...I gotta start walking home, but it was good to meet you," she says. "Hope you find Clemency, and good luck with your tribe. Hope you do well here."
Cristofer slowly stands up and bows politely. "It was a pleasure to make your acquaintence Mistress Eaglefeather."
"You too," the girl replies, before turning, scooping up her jacket and hurrying out of the Farmhouse post-haste.
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