It’s amazing how a good night’s sleep…I mean, it’s amazing how a good night can improve your mood.
Ken woke up after a while. And she didn’t seem to be any worse for the wear, thankfully. And most of the Loyalist wolves even opted to stay in the area under her leadership. Which, unfortunately, included a man by the name of Steiner who was apparently Krieger’s heir. Insufferable little prick doesn’t seem to realize there’s anything more to life than money and women, or that the former won’t always get you the latter He also didn’t seem to realize just how much I needed to beat someone or something into the ground right about then. Which I wasn’t really shy about telling him about.
…And then Leger told me that if I did he’d have to bring the full weight of the law to bear on me. Because mortal law’s really my primary concern in divine manners. Not to mention that he’s being pretty damn selective about which crimes he wants to punish. Even if you buy his bullshit on the attack on us being excusable because it was a “battle” instead of a “pre-meditated assault” are we really expected to believe he can’t tie any of the other members of the pack to any of the numerous murders committed by werewolves in the area? Wonderful, just wonderful. A pleasure to know that the only real choice Ken had for Beta is capable of exercising such impartial judgment.
Though Steiner, at least, was good for one thing. Krieger’s meeting with Kline apparently included something about illegal arms. So now we’ve got Kline walking into a sting, which should yield the information Brynhildur sent us here to get in the first place. So at least there’s that.
Then we made our way back to the hotel. Ken and I talked for a while after we got back. She…wasn’t exactly happy about how either myself or Claire got along with Leger and Steiner after the duel. I can understand why…but I still stand by everything I said. Though I don’t think she entirely disagreed with us. I got her tacit approval to talk with Steiner before we leave. And yes, I do mean talk, for the most part. I’m not planning on hurting him seriously, at least. But he does need to learn a few manners.
Anyway, the other reason I don’t think she was too mad is because once we talked through all that she stayed the night in my room. And…wow. Not that I’d been able to find any, umm, fault in her previous performances. But last night was just on a whole different level. I can’t even think of anything to compare it with.
I had a surprise for her come morning, too. No, not that kind of surprise. I’ve been studying Gaelic for a bit now. If I was still a mortal I’d still be trying to learn basic vocabulary terms, but having perfect recall really helps speed things up a bit I’m not fluent yet, but I’m getting close. Close enough to talk to her in it a little, at least. She really seemed to appreciate it.
We also talked a little bit about the future, the near future at least. It’s hard to plan too far ahead when we don’t know when Brynhildur might send us off to some random corner of the globe. Whenever we have the chance we’re going to go out and travel the countryside; get some filming done and spend some time together away from the complications M.I.S.T. can bring. And once that figured out, or close enough to it, we took a shower. It was a very long shower.
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