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 Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 4:16 pm
She kept the satisfaction off of her face, reigning in the cocky attitude that wanted to show through. Bael bumped against her knee, realizing something important was happening, but not sure what it was. She absently rubbed his ears with gentle fingers. "I'll finally get te meet these infamous Freds, eh? Good. I've heard enough abou' them from Raj an' Rosa. I'd like te finally make me own opinions." The prospect of more recruits thrilled her. Though there had been no word of the wolves for nearly a year, she still didn't think in the least that they were in the clear and safe from further harassment by the wolf prince. Feeling that the meeting had gone better than she'd anticipated, she extended her hand. "Ye'll like it, doona worry, Mr. Grimm. Yer brothers' abilities will be beneficial te the others, an' likewise, the abilities o' the others will be beneficial te the Freds. Le' me make one thing clear," she added, a sharp glint to her gaze. "If any o' the people ye send te me cause a ruckus or think tha' I'm no' capable te be in the position I am, I willna hesitate te prove them wrong." Bael reappeared then, smacking the wooden floor with his small, cloven hooves in agreement. His orange eyes blazed and he looked for all the world as if he believed he was already six feet tall.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 9:35 am
At the naming of the twins, the cream colored rook bobs up and down and burbles to herself; she whistles, low, as if to attract their attention. ”Mine,” she tells Siobhan, sounding more cheerful now. “Mine!” Curling his hand over her head to try and quiet her, Jacob nods solemnly to the woman across the table from him, doing his best to ignore the input of creatures feathered and furred into their conversation. Must they be so vocal? “That will be your right,” he tells her mildly, after another pull from his tankard. “I can promise that my siblings will dance to your word, and that those I send to you will be willing to obey to the best of their ability, but it will be up to you to win them.” Once more his voice is steel; if she thinks he is going to give her an army that is easy to control, then she hasn’t been listening. No doubt he can order them to attend to her, to train, even to fight, but the respect — of anyone other than the Grimms — will be hers to earn.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 7:22 am
Nodding her head in understanding, Soibhan snapped her fingers at Bael and he came at her with a decidedly satisfied wiggle of his tail, as if he'd done all the talking. She briefly thought about Edgar, the one man she couldn't seem to win to her side, but didn't let her failure with him cloud her mood. She would win these ones. Edgar had taught her a lesson, though she'd never admit it. Making the same mistake was not an option. "T'was a pleasure meetin' with ye, Mr. Grimm. If we're done here, I've go' work te do an' folk te meet with." Rosa and Desmond would need know about the new numbers, in case they needed to craft more supplies, and it seemed that now would be a good time to find a larger training yard. The Swan had served them well in the small groups they had met in, but now, larger exercises would need to be executed. Everyone would learn to fight alone and as a unit. They needed to be prepared for any situation. Rising to her feet, she pointedly held her hand out to the man. "If ye need te ge' word te me, ye know where I'll be. Likewise, if ye see a half-blind fox with a paper in her jaws, it'll be fer ye from me." She wiggled her free hand in a vague gesture. "The hawk makes a poor messenger."
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 8:06 am
"It was an honor," the tall man says gravely, rising to his own feet and taking her hand in his own: not with the light touch of a man touching hands gingerly with a lady, nor the crushing grip of someone trying to impress. There is just a firm clasp, his hand on hers, and a nod which seems to indicate that he is going to grant her some form of respect until shown otherwise. Of course, when she brings up the fox he may have some reservations .. He actually pauses, staring blankly at her for a few seconds, as he tries to determine whether or not she is putting him on. Though he lets neither disdain nor disapproval appear on his face, it's plain he thinks little of the zoo that has become Palisade, and how frighteningly common it has become to rely on what are -- so far as he is concerned -- just animals. (Then again, it may occur to Siobhan, depending on what she knows of the others, to think a thought which others have thought before her: it may only be a matter of time before the eldest Grimm changes his mind. Of the brothers which have appeared in the city so far -- the Friedrichs, Georgie, and Ghastly -- all of them have been Chosen, save one of the Freds, whose bird Unwelcome is. The odds are not good for Jacob, if he thinks to remain unaccompanied.) "I will keep my eyes open for .. unusual .. missives. It may be quicker to simply speak to one of my siblings, either by leaving a message here, or with the smith Rosalie Satre."
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