Authentic rattlesnake boots hit the ground, and carried the bearded Texan to the sidewalk. A cream colored suitcase, only big enough to hold a couple of pairs of pants and a few shirts. It was all the old man needed to bring to this town. The important stuff was all ready here, he just needed to pick it up.
The werewolf had his shields tighter than all get out. He didn't want any of these fine folks around here to be worried about an old man who may or may not be a powerful werewolf playing a Gibson on a Fender Champ amp on a street corner. Those weathered boots carried him away from the bus stop, and cheap sunglasses protected his eyes. His beard, two feet if it was an inch, swayed slightly in the breeze. Benjamin ambled up to the door of Kodi's Klutter Gun & Pawn. He paused before the edifice, noting that Kodi hadn't changed a damn thing since last he'd been here. He liked that. He pulled the door open and stepped inside, walking with deliberation, as he did most things in life.
Benny stopped at the counter, and the man behind gave him an appraising look before asking him what he could help with.
"Well now, you can go and get Kodi out the back and send him on over with my Gibson." His voice had a Texan drawl, and the sound was likened to that of an idling v8 Hemi, slow and deliberate.
Donnie was bored, it was that time of day when most of the people in town were at work. The man with the Rip Van Winkle beard came in and strolled with that deliberate careful grace of a shifter. If he hadn't worked for Branson for so long, he may not have noticed it, but when your boss turns into a giant bear, you learn the little idiosyncrasies. The redneck thought he recognized the man, but he saw so many people everyday, he just couldn't pull it up.
"You got a ticket?" His drawl was mixed with a cajun flow.
"What the hell are you asking him, Donnie?" Branson had heard the gentle rumble of an old friend, and pushed his door open to stroll into the main part of the shop. "That old sonofabitch doesn't have a daggum ticket! He just tosses his old shit wherever he damn well pleases." He was carrying an old thin guitar case with a faded stencil across the top. It was in white, and said 'Ivory Portals.'
He slammed it on the countertop, his fingers flicking the clasps open, and spinning the entire thing around, to show the guitar in pristine condition, though the strings were loosened. He hadn't wanted the strings to snap while in storage. "Now, you want this old piece of garbage, you better fork up some dough." He stepped out from behind the counter, and held his hand out, waiting for the payment to be placed in his palm.
Before Benny could respond, he felt Branson moving towards them from the rear of the shop, and heard that deep rumble as he cussed at his help. The bearded man just smiled when he turned that case around, and he reached forth, fingers reverently sliding down the strings on the neck. It was a 1959 Gibson Les Paul with mother of pearl inlay and ivory tuners on the headstock.
Benny reached into his back pocket and pulled out the amount of money demanded, plus a few bills, and handed them over. Without further ado, he pulled the guitar out of it's case and plugged it into the amp, a Blackstar Artisan 15 1x12 combo, that sat on the floor. He took a seat atop the amp and began fiddling around with her, getting that fine sound she was capable of.
Lou was MiA. Now usually this was Silent's thing. Jusy disappearin into nowhere. But Silent hadnt been able to sucessfully track Lou down since the full moon after the hunt. The shewolf had worried her. She had looked so tired before the moon and quiter then normal. Sighing she would run her hands threw her thick dread locks. As she pushed off her custom bike that Lou had made her.
After checking the shop and Ramsy's bar...Silent went to th pawn shop of that poppa bear that Lou had always talked about. Biker boots thuding against the the pavement as she moved towards the door. The small 'ding' sounding off the door as she entered. Those tri colored hues moving towards the two big men at the counter.
"Hel..Hello."
Sure Silent was ulfric..But goddamn these two were almost twice her size and the bear...Well he had the same feel as skip. And Skip was a bad motha fucka.
He waved Donnie to go back to work, and just watched as his old friend fiddled with the legendary guitar. The cash he was handed was rolled up, and slipped into the accessories compartment of the guitar case. The wolf took too many things literally. The tune-up song was halfway into the main riff when the door swung open and he saw the colorful Ulfric, and felt that power that was entrenched in her being. His eyes snapped up, and he raised an eyebrow.
"Well, girl, you found someone. What can I do you for?" He let his own power leak forth, letting the woman know his own true identity. He patted Benny on the shoulder, interrupting the song. "Looks like one o' yours, Ben."
He leaned his bulk against the frame, and waited patiently for the shewolf to tell what she really needed. His honey brown eyes glittered and watched Benny and Silent.
At the feel of the bear's hand on his shoulder, he paused in his fiddling with the guitar. A glance was given to the colorful glass of water that just walked in the door. Benny let the guitar rest against his torso, and he appraised her over the top of those cheap sunglasses.
"Well hello little lady." He glanced up to Branson, giving a shake of his head. "Ain't no one one o' mine. Perhaps she likes to howl at the moon like this ole dog." He turned his attention back to Silent with a smile, lowered those shields to reveal just how old he was in his ways. "Maybe Branson can help with that, I just stepped off the bus myself. Mighty glad you came in here though, if you're the big mama 'round these parts." His words came out like a car on an assembly line, every part in it's place.
Now this here was a beautiful woman standing before him, and Benny looked at her like he looked at any beautiful woman, in appreciation at the god given gifts they had to show.
-- Edited by BENNY SESSIONS on Monday 25th of July 2011 11:11:13 PM
-Maya was getting just a little tired of walking around New Orleans. I mean, it was a pretty sprawling place really if you wanted to go from the French Quarter to downtown and you were right around five feet tall then that was a stretch. In New York she had started to work on a Vespa with Geller but that had been left behind in the rush of the almost killing of their entire family. Stupid assassins. Trent had told her about some pawn shop that looked like it sold motorcycles and that sounded good to her! Provided she could find something that would fit a tiny girl like her.-
"This has got to be the fucking place."
-Looking up at the sign on the pawn shop she let her wide cerulean eyes glance over the bikes out front. Golden blonde hair practically bounced as she walked towards the door. Already Maya had her shoulders set in a tense straight line prepared to make an argument for why she should be sold a motorcycle. Then she opened the door and her plan went crashing down around her as she saw Silent.-
"Oh fucking hell."
-The petite blonde mumbled the words as she tried to turn around and sneak out the door. Maybe she'd just come back later when Silent wasn't there. Yeah. She could try that. For a little ball of sunshine Maya had the vocabulary of a sailor, and the unfortunate distinction of being one of those people who couldn't whisper to save her life.-
Tri colored hues would move over the man the bear spoke to. A small smirk curled over her lips. Yea..It was the beard for sure. Glancing around a moment..Hell why hadnt she come here before this. It seemed like a pretty cool place to get that shit that you wouldnt find on the streets. But then again she did have the Capt. He was there when she needed anything. Her attention would come back to the old man..Sure she felt the age of his beast...But age didnt always mean power. Purhaps that was something people should remember.
Moving towards them she would let her power curl around the male wolf. Welcoming him to her city. As for the bear. Had this been Salem...Or the pack of the past he would of gotten the same treatment. But here the bears werent pack...Even if some of the pack members were friends with them.
"If you as some of my pack...Yea Im the big momma round here. Actually the ulfric, you could say."
Yea she would always be momma to many. It was her nature to care for her wolves. For all wolves i she had it her way. So welcoming him here was nature...And if she hadnt been here looking for Lou she would go further into it. Right now the male wasnt pack and one of her pack members were mia. Clearing her throat.
"Im lookin fo Lou. She isnt round 'er shop. Ya seen her?"
Her accent getting thicker everyday she was here. Back home. That thick cajun stomping down the accent she played while away from the fair city.And it was then she felt Maya. Even before the blonde who Nyx talked about all the time came in the shop. Turning as the woman tried to sneak out. Silent would shake her head..Really? God she needed to do something about this.
"Hey Maya..I needcha help a moment."
A half smile would curl over her lips..That small swamp wolf moving against hers welcoming her. Nudging the beast so that th human counter part would join Silent. Besides if Silent knew what she was looking for...Silent had a cute lil red head that was a sparkplug when it came to bikes.
The swamp queen said her piece to Benny, and Branson just chuckled. He had felt the power from his old friend, and still was astonished at it. Then she spoke up, and caught his ear.
"Lou? She was here not but a few days ago. Helped me out on my bike." He noticed the pretty little blonde, but he was busy talking. "Gave her some supplies, and dropped them and her over at her shop. She ain't talked to me since, but that's not a big surprise. I think I made her look at herself a little closer than she liked."
He hadn't wanted to make Louisa cry. The simple fact was, he didn't like her being the daily special for a vampire. Especially if they didn't even love each other.
"You need a hand sniffing the town?" If she accepted, he would put Donnie on full alert, and hop on his bike and just ride. It would be good to hunt again, even if not for a kill.
A nod was given as the ole man stood up, carefully holding Ivory Portals by the neck as he moved to put her back in the guitar case. He made note that she said she was the Ulfric, and would approach her later when she wasn't searching for Louisa May.
"Well Big Mama, it's nice meetin' ya. I'm sure Louisa May'll show up soon 'nough. I gotta street corner callin' my name." He closed the clasps on the guitar case and started for the door. He'd planned to stop by Louisa May's shop after this to pick up his custom, but seemed she was hidin' herself at the moment. Benny had felt the newly arrived wolf when she'd come in, and now he laid eyes on her, seein' she was purter'n a Texas sunrise. He wondered if all howlers in New Orleans were this good lookin'.
"I'm tak'n'ta a corner in the Garden District Kodi. I'll see you around." Benny tipped an imaginary brim to Silent and Maya as he left the building, and gave Kodi a mock salute before he was out the door. Time for his rattlesnake boots to start earning their keep in this town.
-She wasn't running from Silent in a gee I'm scared of the big bad wolf sort of way. It was just that Maya was at the shop for something she knew Geller might not be happy about and the last thing she wanted was someone telling him. At least, not before she had a chance to break the news to him herself. Orrrrr something like that. Under her breath she muttered,-
"God damn it."
-as Silent called out to her. Then she spun back around on her ballet flats and those bouncy golden curls spilled back over her shoulders as she did. Feeling the old wolves eyes on her in 'that way' she let her bubble gum pink lips twist in a scowl that made her look even more adorable, a fact which she hated. It was a total pain in the fucking ass to look cute when you were trying to look tough. Her cross to carry. Reaching out a dainty hand with fingernails painted in pink with white polka dots, she gave a tug at the old mans beard as they passed one another.-
"Watch it old man or some wise woman'll poke your fucking eyes out."
-It wasn't said in a completely rude way. Maya just didn't know how to be if she wasn't half adorable and half surly sailor rolled into a tiny blonde package. As Silent's energy pulled at her Maya's own swatted at it. Not that that did much. Silent was clearly the superior of the two but that didn't stop little Maya from being ornery. She hated it when other shifters spilled power all over her. The Alaska pack considered that to be a much more serious thing than these main state shifters, apparently. And Maya had gotten so used to Geller and his tight as tupperware shields to mask his enormous power that now she was downright cranky when other shifters tried to brush her or coddle her with their beasts.-
"Ugh! I'm coming. Cut it out already!"
-Her voice went up an octave as her weaker powers tried to push Silent's away. As she got closer to the Ulfric she gave an ugh groan and rolled her eyes as she brushed her cheek to the womans, having to go on tiptoe to do it. Maya would go through all the right moves, she just wasn't going to pretend to like it. Settling back on her feet she scowled dangerously at the bear like her wrath might be turned his way, and of course she looked about as dangerous as an angry dandelion fluff.-
"What's up Silent?"-Because obviously whatever Silent needed from her took precedence over what Maya had come to the shop for. Besides, Maya was still keeping that secret close to the chest.-
Silent would smirk as Benny looked Maya over. God the girl could use a sergon to get the stick out her butt when it came to feeling another wolf against them. Silent would be lost without the massive pile up in her bed. Though with the addin number of wolves in it Silent was already thinking a bigger bed was gonna be needed.
"Betta watch ya self miser she may be the one pokin em out"
Sil would half giggle out before he left she would let that thick swamp fog curl aroun the old man.
"Be sure well be seeing eachother again..Very soon."
Sil wasnt sure if it was her or the pushy munin within pushing that last bit of energy to let him know that it was a demand. Not just one of those see ya round town type deals.This was her city. And it was damn pass time she let it be known. Turning to Maya. She would bow her head some. Kinda like a silet sorry.
"Alright alrigt. Anyways...One of the girls is missing. My Lup...My Lou. Shes never not at her shop. God sakes the woman lives there."
Yes Silent had almost said lupa. Because no matter how much Silent grew that small pup inside of her remembered Lou being the momma wolf of the pack when Eric ruled..Or furthr more when Ravin was with her. Long fingers moved over the steel knot work of the raven head he had given her. Yes that master held Silents heart as well...A sigh would pass her lips. That was another life time ago. That girl was long gone long replaced by confused woman she had become in their aftermath.
"Anyways I was hoping maybe you'd give me a hand. Cause soon as we find her I have plans on getting my best friend a new bike."
And Nyx. The girls rebirth day was coming fast. Five years. Silent barely believed it was that long ago. Those bright eyes would darken a moment. Dammit. She needed to stop. She had a million things on her mind and no outlet for them..She really needed to track down Ash or Geller soon. Lookin to the bear.
"If ya wanna help look for her..Id appricate that. You being a friend of hers and all...Miss Maya, You wanna ride with me?"
Silent was half tempted to ask the girl to ride the custome chopper Lou had made special for Silents small frame...Which would fit the small blonde perfectly. So she could shift and hunt as a wolf for Lou. But went against it. Geller would more then likily kill her...More then he would if Maya just rode with her.
Branson watched his friend leave, nodding in response to his claim on the street corners. He then turned his attention to the small display of fealty that the young blonde paid to the Momma Wolf.
"I figgered she didn't want to talk to me fer a while. You catch a whiff of anythign at her shop?"
He was a little perturbed with the loose lingo being used around his shop. He'd have to have Mary wipe some memories from Donnie's mind tonight. He shook his head. He also noticed a bit of reluctance in Maya being in Silent's presence. She made the right movements, but she felt ashamed or something.
"If ya wanna go more natural, I'd not mind taking her along with me. She's small enough to squeeze into anything I couldn't. That way, I could take a glance around Lou's shop, or wherever we find her scent."
He had a spare key, left here years ago by Louisa May. She had insisted, using the old 'just in case.' So here it was.
-Maya wasn't ashamed of shit. She just didn't happen to like lycanthropes who spewed their energy around like a goddamn geyser. If she wanted tingly sparks all over her skin she'd go leap into a fucking furnace for kicks. As to her reluctance towards Silent, Maya considered only one person her leader and as much as she could grow to like Silent she just wasn't that person. No matter how many times her power molested Maya's beast. In fact that only made Maya want to stay further away.-
-The mention of Lou being missing had Maya rolling her cerulean blue eyes. What did she look like? Nancy fucking Drew? Maybe Lou had her own goddamn life and just maybe they should let her live it. Yeesh. Maya's hands perched on her hips as those curves cocked to one side, her head tipping the other way. Oh great! Silent's best friend gets a new bike and Maya gets a career as the drag version of Sherlock Holmes. Perfect. Throwing her hands up she huffed.-
"Oh alright....fine. What do I have to do."
-Maya was not a friend of Lou's, she had no idea what Silent was talking about. She didn't even know who the hell Lou was! For pities sake Maya thought Silent was talking about a damn boy at first. When Branson spoke she glared at him through narrowed blue eyes. One of the things Maya hated about herself was that the angrier she got the more adorable she looked. About as dangerous as sunshine and dandelion puffs, or at least that's what the glittering eyes, golden blonde curls, and pouty lips told the world. Damn it! When would anyone take her seriously!-
"You know, I AM standing right fucking here. You don't have to talk to her about me like I don't have a mind of my own."
-Letting Branson pass out keys she would follow him resigned to this strange twist of rotten fate. But she'd be damned if he had her crawling into any any small spaces in the near future. As he got on his bike she climbed on behind him with a practiced elegance just like she had when riding with Otis.-
"Where to first?" -Said as she slipped her arms comfortably around his waist.- "Cause I have things to fucking do today too you know."
