(no subject)

[ragedagainst]

IC INBOX text / voicemail / emails / pack telepathy"Yeah. It's Ren. Text me. Don't fucking call, y'weirdo."Ren Rages-Against-The-Odds O'Neill Homid Fianna Ahroun - Adren (31) Guardian of the Sept of the Relentless Beat Alpha of the Never Say Die Pack Child of Coyote art credit code credit

Comments

[wyldfire]

One set of clothes. One weapon. That's all I'm willing to dedicate. Gnosis takes time to recover here.

[ragedagainst]

[ Ren instinctively startles at the voice in her head. ]

Jesus, fuck, Jordana.

Can y'not even do a courtesy lick first?

Yeah, no shit about gnosis. Ain't like there's a caern. I'm fine without the clothes. S'not like nudity is as much of an issue here. Ain't even CCTV.

[wyldfire]

You've been here long enough that you should be used to hearing non-pack in your head. These people squabble like they're on a telenovella.

You're not taxing me to have clothes dedicated. I did this for myself a week ago to see how long it would take. The basics are fine - clothes, weapon. Anything else is too frivolous.

voice

[wyldfire]

I need you to get silver.

[ragedagainst]

[ Uh oh. ]

Chain or...?

[ Please don't say blade, Jordana. ]

[wyldfire]

A knife will do.

voice;

[seastag]

[ Softly, one evening after their cursed little village has been host to horrifying new bone-creatures, ]

Ren.

[ A pause, as if she hadn't thought about what exactly she wants to ask until now. But- ] Have you had to deal with those- things? Are you well?

[ragedagainst]

By the grace of Gaia, I'm keepin' myself well.

Had a few run-ins but nothing dangerous yet. Jordana got fucked up by one. I've mostly been trying to stay under their radar 'til we figure out where they're comin' from.

You?

[seastag]

[ The breath and hesitation alone betrays her on their own, but she does admit, ] I have been better.

Be careful. Please. And, your friend, Jordana? What happened to her?

[wyldfire]

[After the public portion of this:]

How is it that she can directly ask you what she wants but not me? Asking people on dates isn't fucking rocket science.

[ragedagainst]

Is this one of them girlcode things where I shouldn't fuck her?

Christmas Gift

[wyldfire]

[At some point in the latter half of December, Ren would find a little pouch in the pocket of her jacket. Inside is a hand-beaded bracelet and a scrap of paper in English.]

Merry Christmas. -J

Voice

[wyldfire]

[After this.]

Hey Ren, I agreed to say something to you about chilling on Gala's relationship with Ransom. So this is me saying something. I know his face is very punchable and he's a despicable man, but Gala is a strong woman. No accounting for taste, but she can make her own mistakes. Save your rage for more deserving targets.

There, I've said something and have fulfilled my end of the bargain. Do what you will. I don't actually care.

[ragedagainst]

[ Ren has to take a moment to deal with the whiplash of relationship being used to describe Gala and Ransom. Jealousy runs rampant. ]

Why you getting involved at all?

He got something on you?

[ Please say she gets to tear him apart for being a veil threat. ]

voice

[whatsinfrontofyou]

I'm worried about Jordana.

[A beat.]

More worried about Jordana.

[ragedagainst]

Context would be helpful, sweetheart. Why? What's happening? Where is she?

[wyldfire]

Ivan's still human. Whatever he has going on with the strength is probably a gift from the Wyrm Spider. Maybe an item like a fetish.

[ragedagainst]

Dana says she saw a bunch of ripped up people and spiders.

What's the reckoning he used the spiders somehow? That's what his little fucks were starting shit with me about when he waded into the fray - that I'd taken a couple of them down when I was brought here.

voice - the very start of august.

[pathography]

Hello, excuse me - is this Ren?

[ Whoever it is, he sounds tired and posh. ]

[ragedagainst]

Jesus Christ--

[ The voice out of nowhere makes her jump. ]

Shite, you've gotta give a lass some warnin'. Yeah. This is Ren. Who's this?

After Zlatka post

[wyldfire]

I'm heading to the jungle with Ivy. I took the knife with me, so it's not lost.

[ragedagainst]

That's a real funny way to ask to take a woman's weapon, Jordana.

voice.

[damnedest]

[ It's some days after her broadcasted offer for those to see the ones they miss the most, in which Lestat lapsed back into silence, indecisive as to what, actually, would make him feel better.

And then, a little like he is continuing the conversation; ]

I have decided on my own who I wish to see.

[ragedagainst]

Fucking hell, man.

[ She startles. While Ren has been used to people in her head since she was a teen - thanks pack telepathy - it takes some getting used to when she's drunk. ]

What? Run that back again?

voice

[whatsinfrontofyou]

Ren, I...

[Vex pauses. She came in quickly, and she could probably be a bit more delicate.]

I was hoping you have a moment.