20170220:TheWeekendWarrior

The Weekend Warrior
Alessio is called out as the Warrior he is! RAR!
IC Date	Sun Feb 19, 2017
IC Time	Afternoon
Players	Alessio, Saria, Zeppelin, Antoine
Location	the Urban Den, Coronado
Prp/Tp	None
Spheres	Garou, Gaian
Theme Song	Destiny's Child - I'm a survivor!

Saria comes on in, still in uniform today actually, looking around. "I was told about this place recently.. I wish I'd known about it before, Hello."

The urban den at the Rescue Tower in Coronado is not really a secret among the Garou; infact its purpose is to serve as a place of refuge for the Garou and its Kinfolk. It is not well visited though, perhaps something to do with the one that guards it not being entirely well liked. A lone wolf, as it were, even if having made Adren in rank still being without a Pack. The man is seated in the basement area of the Tower, in the little area created for more comfortable living. He's seated on the couch, feet on the table and with a beer in his hand. Before him on the table lays 2 large Desert Eagle pistols, matte-black in color and with some odd grips that does not look to fit a normal human hand. When someone enters, the man turns his head, "Welcome." he offers.

Saria glances at the weapons on the table. "Those loaded?" she asks with a laugh, finding aseat. "I'm Saria Walker. Don't think we've met?"

Alessio glances to the guns, then back to the woman that has come into the Urban Den. A nod is given to this, "Yes, they are loaded. They would not be of much use if there were not." he the man replies. He has a west coast accent, although he sounds more like he comes from the LA area then Prospect, "I do not believe we have met, no. You are not familiar to me." he regards her a few moments, "Saria Walker." he muses, then shakes his head, "Never heard of the name before. I am Alessio Acquila, though. More officially, I am Doubletap of the Glass Walker tribe, Adren Ahroun and protector of this area."

Saria sits up, resting her hands on her knees, adjusting her skirt. "Well I'm kinfolk to you guys, I always forget to add that part. Hi Alessio." She looks around. "I'm in the reserves on the island here. Very convienent place for me to drop in."

"Kinfolk to the Glass Walkers?" Alessio wonders, nodding once to that, "Us guys.." he smiles a touch to that, "You are essentially correct though. Don't think I've met any Garou of the opposite sex yet. So few of us around here." he shakes his head, "It is a bit sad. The city is huge and it requires more custodians then are available."

Saria nods "I've met some women werewolves. I gather there's not enough werewolves, men or women."

"Oh, there are actually quite a good number of Garou in this City and its surrounding areas." Alessio replies to that point, "But so very few Glass Walkers. The others? They do not care for the city as we do."

Saria looks around, and then gets up to go to the fridge. Checking what's in side. "I should swing some stuff by here. My apartment is on the island for now, before I pick a permanent place to live."

Alessio gives a light nod to that, "What brings you to Prospect then?" he wonders, "I thought I knew of all the Kinfolk around these parts."

Saria smiles faintly. "Well I just transitions from active duty Navy to the reserves. Currently stationed at NAS North Island. Previously USS Theodore Roosevelt with home port here anyway. You?"

"Uuuh. Well, army girl." Alessio replies to that, "Me? Definitively not an army man." he says, "More the opposite. I sport a lot of weapons but I do it for monetary gains. Or, well, used to. Still do, partially." he shrugs, "From LA, originally. Former hitman, of sorts."

Saria raises a finger. "Navy," she says, correcting him instantly. She then pulls out a coke. "WAnt one?" she then asks. Tossing him one if he says yes, before closing the fridge and finding a seat again. "Hitman? Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously. Its such a fun term to use, people always does a double take on it." Alessio laughs, "No one who is in the trade actually calls himself that. Or herself.. as the case can be at times." he shrugs, "I was hired muscle, though, for.. certain forces within LA. I .. delivered death to those that would deserve it. And, from time to time, I still do."

Saria isn't sure how o take that. But that happens a lot int his community. So she just lets those words sit a moment, opening her coke and taking a drink. "So why Prospect instead of LA?" she finally asks.

"I was not viewed very favourable in LA." Alessio replies to this, "I was a lost cub, you see. I was liberated from the service of a particularly stupid Vampire who had .. found me at my first change. They never quite trusted me even after I survived all their tests and rituals and whatnot. So I headed out to more open territories."

Saria shakes her head "Whole thing sounds...." She then stops herself from saying the next word that comes to mind. "Well having freedom here has to be a good thing right?"

"The whole thing sounds.. well, if you ask me, it sounds like the Garou." Alessio replies to this, "Speak to any member of any tribe and you will find that no one has a story that is not tumultuous. Ok, sure.. mine was a bit more so. I was lost to the Tribe for many years and made to serve a Vampire. But the Glass Walkers who finally liberated me decided to salvage me instead of killing me. I am thankful for that."

Saria nods "Well I'm not passing judgmeent. I'm just saying it sounds like you're in a good spot now. You here a lot?"

Alessio gives a light nod to that, "I am in a better spot then in LA but .. still not a great spot. There is little respect to be had here, even if rank is gained." he pauses, "I am here for the most part, yes. Coronado is, at this point in time, under my protection."

Saria smiles weakly. "Under your protection? From what? I'm curious what protection you provide that the United States Navy does not."

Alessio just watches her a few moments, "That is a joke, right?" he wonders, then lets out a light laughter, "Well, I can assure you that for the most part, the United States Navy would not know the next thing about fighting Fomori, Banes and the Black Spiral Dancers. I doubt also they care much about the ongoing turf friction between Garou and Vampires. Nor do they handle criminal gang wars and turf wars. All those things? Thats up to us."

Saria tilts her head. "No offense, but why are you getting involved with criminal gang wars and turf wars?"

"Because many times they are being fueled and pushed by forces that are very much our enemy. Sometimes they are not. However, keeping this area under control is not just about fighting the Wyrm and its minions. Its about keeping people safe and keeping the area controlled. If you do not? You will allow the area and its population to fall into despair and fear. Despair and fear are breeding grounds for banes and once you let that fester? You are in a world of trouble."

Saria sips some more, and hums. "That seems like a lot to take on by yourself, if you're not getting much help like you said. You sure you're alright?"

"Well, I survived to the Rank I am today." Alessio replies to this, "I am Adren and I am Ahroun. I can take care of most things. I have learned how to kill and do so without leaving evidence behind. I am quite adept at that art."

Saria nods, again trying not to react to it. "WEll I'm not doubting your abilities. But one thing you learn about the military is that sort of thing wears down on anyone, no matter how tough."

"Well, the one thing that I have learned, though, is that while you have the general mass, you also end up having those unique individuals that will just break out of that conformity that is the general view." Alessio replies to this, "I am sure that the MIlitary and the Navy trains their find members to work together and depend on eachother. Me? I was trianed to work alone and depend on no one."

Saria shakes her head. "No I mean... when you place yourself under that much stress,f or that much time... it can wear anyone out."

Antoine has arrived.

Alessio is quiet a few moments, regarding Saria, "Well, allow me to waylay any such fears here and now, then. I am sure that to one who belongs to the general view that everyone needs to be in a group, team or Pack, to be alone will always lead to stress." he says, "But in my case, it is not so. Try to understand that for me, this is normal. If it were to have caused me stress, it would have by now."

Alessio is seated on a couch in the old garage, turned den. FEet on the table by a couple of desert eagles. He's talking to Saria.

He'd been wandering the city, checking out the scar as it were. There were places to avoid, but he'd been told this was a safe place. Antoine peered in, guitar slung over his shoulder like some traveling minstrel. "Afternoon." He offers over to those others present.

Saria rests her face on her hand, and sighs. "Alessio, I'm not trying to say that not being in a pack is a bad thing for you. What I'm asking is... taking on all this responsibility. Even if you were in a small team, I'd ask if you were alright." She begins to think he's getting defensive about somethin that she knows nothing about.

"Yes, and each time you have mentioned it I have told you that as things are, there is nothing wrong. I am not stressed, I am quite alright and I am quite able to survive the enormous pressure it puts on my shoulders." Alessio replies to Saria, "You are not the first to approach this subject with me, nor do I think you will be the last. Simply put, though, accept facts as they are given to you." he looks to the entrance as a new face arrives, "Welcome."

Saria laughs. Waving to Antoine when he arrives. "Hi." She then sips her coke, and looks to Alessio again. "Never mind. I was just trying to be nice, but you're clearly getting offended at someone expressing concern for you."

Antoine offers another wave. "Heya. Antoine Domnin." He offers over, nodding to the other man. "And nice to see you again Saria. How's things?" He offers, moving over to find a seat for himself.

"Offended?" Alessio wonders, "Oh, you would know if I was offended. It usually involves a lot of growling. Threats of physical harm. Perhaps the waving of a gun muzzle or two at you." he shrugs. Eyes goes to Antoine, "Anotine?" he nods once to this, "I would be Alessio. Protector of Coronado."

Saria gets up abruptly. "We got a badass here. Never mind. I don't care about your mental well being, Alessio." She then starts to walk out.

Antoine quirks a brow as Saria gets up. "Easy folks..." He offers over, his voice rather calm and pleasant to hear. "Antoine Domnin, Rited Whispered Hymn. Galliard to the Silver Fangs." A glance between the two. "Anything I can help with?"

Alessio gives a light nod to Antoine, "I am Doubletap of the Glass Walker tribe, Adren Ahroun and the current Protector of Coronado." he shakes his head to this, "I am in no need of assistance right now, however it is always good to know I have another Garou to call upon if need be." he gives a nod to Saria, "Have yourself a good evening then."

Saria whirls around. "Wait a minute. I ask you how you're doing and you get pissy. But he asks and you manage to give a civilzed response. What's your problem, asshole? And yeah, you're an asshole if you're going to keep implying weakess in anyone who'd ever need someone to talk to under combat stress. I've known better men and women than you who needed it."

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Antoine nods to Alessio, still calm - still smiling. "Er... of course, Doubletap-Rhya." A glance to Saria. "Did you two need to talk? I don't want to interrupt, but... I'd rather not see two on the same side in an arguement."

Alessio lets out a light sigh to this, lifting his legs up from the table. He leans forward and reaches for his Desert Eagles, putting them both into the holsters secured at his hips. He stands up then and smooths out his coat some before he turns to walk around the couch. Eyes locks on to Saria whom he then slowly begins to approach.

Saria decides she's going to approach right back. "That's right. Some weekend warrior calling himself a hit man, talking tough when he doesn't know shit about laying his life on the line for his country. That's you."

What a pickle. Antoine watches, slowly getting to his feet. "Saria." He speaks calmly, eyes on the unfolding situation. "Easy, all right? You served, which is definitely something to be proud of. But... understand some of us can't. If we were stuck in a barracks or ... for God's sake a ship, we'd freak out the normal people. Our rage would drive them nuts."

<---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Alessio rolls Rage(6) (6 dice) vs 6 for 5 successes. 3 +7 +8 +9 +9 +9 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============------------->

<OOC> Alessio rolled vs the wrong diff, but would still have scored 4 successes <OOC> Alessio says, "Naturally spending a willpower to resist frenzyu"

You lose one Willpower

Whatever plan that Alessio had for approaching Saria in that manner is waylaid for a few moments as one of her comments regarding his history and his person triggers that part of his brain that simply can not accept everything said with equal measures of calm. He stops, his eyes suddenly flaring with rage as he lets a deep growl erupt from his chest. It is a deadly growl, the growl of the predator wanting very much to kill, to render asunder and see blood spilt. There is a moment where he stands still, obviously resisting the urge to just let lose the beast.

Saria stares up at him a moment, then looks away as he growls, looking to Antoine. "It's not about that. Special snowflake leaving his loaded guns around because he needs to feel like a man, making threats. Someone needs to call him out on this."

Antoine steps closer, moving to stand between the two if necessary. "Doubletap-Rhya, I get the anger." A nod to the other garou. "Please, don't let words run over the Litany." A look to Saria. "And Saria, remember the Litany from your end. You're disrespecting an Adren of the Nation."

Alessio, having managed to hold back his rage, looks to Antoine, "Step aside." he tells him, "There will be no Litany breach here today. But you .. step aside." he growls out. That is all he says.

Saria shakes her head, and takes a deep breath. "Listen, if your litany means listening to weekend warrior here make threats, and just saying thank you sir, then fuck your litany. Weekend Warrior pseudo tough guys don't get shit from me."

Zeppelin has arrived.

Antoine stpes just to the side, still within stepping distance though. "Saria, if you have a problem, you'd want to speak to a New Moon to keep things kosher. Or a Philodox." He states, eyes going between Alessio and Saria - ready to intervene if necessary.

To that, Alessio suddenly steps up into Sarias business. His presence becomes a -presence- before her, "Meet my gaze.." he growls out. There is anger in his voice now where before there was no emotion at all, really.

Saria shakes her head at Antoine. "No, I can take care of myself. I'm a fucking adult, and I don't have to run to teacher because of weekend warrior here." She'll then look right up at Alessio when he gets close,t aking another heavy breath through her nose.

Zeppelin moves into the urban den because she was fleeing the other hangout. She does smell of bbq though and beer to those with sensitive smell receptors. The happy-go-lucky kin just seems to bounce into the area and then stops as she notes the tension? Also Alessio's anger. "Well fuck me.." She says this under her breath a bit. "Good to know, I'm not the only one pissing him off." She does hang back to watch what is going on.

Super! More fuel for the fire! Antoine plants his feet, ready to move in either direction - should the Adren lunge. It likely won't be pretty, but he's clearly resigned to this. "It's not about help. It's about the rules and traditions."

Alessio, as he then gets Saria to meet his gaze, then speaks through clenched teeth, "You will not come back unless it is to apologize." he growls, "Now.. -RUN-!" he all but roars into her face as he calls upon the Gift of the Staredown upon the Kinfolk.

<OOC> Alessio says, "Rolling for Rank 2 Homid gift, Staredown."

<---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Alessio rolls Charisma(3) + Intimidation(3) (6 dice) vs 5 for 3 successes. 1 2 +5 +5 +8 10 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============------------->

<OOC> Alessio says, "Right. So, Saria is overcome with fear and will flee in terror for 3 turns. You can spend 1 willpower to overcome the effect for 1 turn if you want her to deliver a final scathing retort to hurt his ego. But after that, she will flee the area for 3 turns."

Zeppelin gives a slow sigh as she watches this. "Why did she meet his eyes..." The sound is really low and to herself. She looks over towards Antoine. "Hi, I'm Zeppelin." She offers lightly as if this is an every day thing. Then she squares her shoulders and will attempt to move around the man and towards the angry Garou. "Heeeeeyyyya Alessio..." Her voice is pitched in a soothing sort of manner. "What's going on?" She moves as if ready to jump out of the way if his anger gets a little misplaced, but she doesn't get in touchy range yet either.

Antoine rubs his brow, shaking his head. His look is pained. As Zeppelin introduces herself, he nods. "Afternoon. Antoine Domnin, rited Whispered Hymn. Cliath Galliard of the Silver Fangs." There's a firm shake of her hand. "Nice to meet you." He makes no move to stop her from heading around him to Alessio, though he does turn to watch.

Watching as Saria does take flight out of the Den, the old garage turned safe haven (relatively), Alessio lets out a deep growl. He turns away from the door and begins to walk for the couches, "Fucking disrespecting me in my own home." he growls out, his mood an unhappy one. He eyes Zeppelin, then Antoine, then back to the couch. He does not sit down though, but begins to pace by it.

Saria bursts back in. CHest heaving, practically panting, the gift having had a tremendous effect on her. Screaming"Listen you fucking asshole, I'm not apologizing to you if you get on your knees and beg. So don't you fucking try it weeked warrior."

Zeppelin smiles at Antoine. "Heya. Sorry, full title. I'm Zeppelin, kin to the children of gaia. So no real name or title." Then she turns to Alessio and offers, "What happ---" Then there is Saria. A lift of her brows as she spins around on the girl. A breath pulled in and released and then, "SARIA!" Zeppelin has rarely, if ever, yelled. "STAND DOWN." She will try to move between her and Alessio as her eyes slide betweeen the two. Her eyes move towards Antoine in a 'grab the girl' look. Like breaking up a fight. "What the actual fuck is going on?" She looks between the two. She'll look towards Alessio. "Please take a few breathes. Please." Then to Saria. "Are you fucking insane to come in screaming at a Garou? Shut the fuck up and stand down."

<---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Alessio rolls Stamina(3) + Primal Urge(3) (6 dice) vs 7 for 3 successes. 2 2 4 +7 +10 +10 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============-------------> Transformation Complete!

Zeppelin has checked risk. Antoine has checked risk.

Antoine stands up straighter - looking to Alessio, eyes locked on the other Garou. "Doubletap-Rhya, I ask that you hold off punishment until a Philodox is consulted." He states, voice firm - no lack of confidence there. "Please." He does move back a bit, moving to try to intercept Saria. ((Natural Leader, Enchanting voice!))

Alessio comes to a stop, turning around to stare at the one that just came back in. As she comes in yelling, the man that is Alessio slowly begins to grow. There is an increase in mass and height, there is an increase in musculature. He takes on the Glabro form. He still does not go for his guns though, but he does lift his right arm up to point at Antoine then Zeppelin, "You two. Get her out of here. Keep her out of here." The commanding tone in his voice is very real. Seems he is not into delivering any punishment tonight.

Saria looks to the other two getting in the way. "Oh yeah, is this how your fucking Garou community is? Whatever the weekend warrios asshole wants, the poseur punk gets? Then spread the word. None of you assholes are welcome in my house or in my life. Stay the fuck away from me."

Zeppelin arches her brows to that as Saria tells /her/ to stay out of her life. There is another series of blinks and then she nods. Saria is not progressing towards Alessio. Alessio is.. fuck, growing. That causes her to blink a few times. "Heeey.. Alessio.. let's um... breathe." She tries to give humor. "I have a great ass, focus on that okay?" She watches him nervously. Then she looks towards Saria and Antoine. "You don't need to touch her. I'm sure Saria was just about to leave and get a breath of air, right hon?" See? The yelling is done now that people aren't getting in combat range of each other. "How about we talk in a few? Unless you meant that I was to stay the fuck away from you too." Happy Coggie is back to trying to be happy Coggie.

The big man turns to face Saria. "We're going." It's not a question, this time. He moves, larger size working to his benefit for once. His big arm, curls around the angry Kin, Antoine nodding to those present. "Stepping away. No need to escalate this any further." Saria is nudged, lead and herded out the door with the big Silver Fang.

Alessio seems to be fairly relaxed though, for a Garou that almost frenzied a few moments ago. There is no war form to speak of, no guns flailing about nor any combat gifts apparently active. There is just that angry look on his now very rough face that, despite the glabro form, can still pass as a human. He does not say anything else though, does not make any more movements. He waits and watches.

Saria is pushed out. Not happily though.

Zeppelin watches as Saria is pushed out. She might look a little hurt that Saria seems to be including her in that. Then she turns to look at Alessio. "What happened?" She watches him. She'll leave if he tells her to again, but she is trying to figure out what the hell just happened.