Setting: Farm House

Long distance to Auggie: Tu is here. Though ICly outside.

From afar, to the room, Auggie will set.

Long distance to Auggie: Tu defers. :)

The noonday sunlight reflects brightly off the white farmhouse exterior, and streams in through the windows on this cloudless, frigid winter day. Inside the living room, it's hardly a comfortable temperature, Auggie having turned the radiator down to conserve electricity, keeping the room at a brisk 50 degrees. He sits on the couch, well-insulated in his coat and scarf, devouring a heaping plate of fried chicken, nursing a bottle of beer on the side.

Off in the distance, the growing noise of a motorcycle can be heard nearing the farmhouse, before reaching a peak and fading into nothingness. A few minutes later, the same roar is heard as the rider navigates down the gravel road towards the farmhouse. The Walker parks it near a tree, then yanks off the helmet. He eyes the farmhouse, pulling out a small notebook from his jacket and re-checks the information before approaching the house. He stops outside the door, and raps on the frame. "Hello."

Auggie grumbles somewhat, having his meal interrupted, and plods over to the door, yanking it open. He looks at Tu for a few moments, and answers, "Hello." Folding his arms, and leaning against the doorframe rather than welcoming the stranger inside, he drawls, "Can I help you sir?"

look auggie

This young man carries himself well, with an air of confidence, as well as menace. About 15 or 16 years old, he stands at all of 5'7". His frame, though still boyish, is bulked with ropey muscles, evident even beneath a layer of fabric. Lithe and supple, as taught as a bowstring, the extent of this teenager's muscle development seems to go far beyond what afterschool athletics might entail. His olive skin and coffee-colored eyes suggest a Meditterreanean ancestry. He has a likable enough face, which is angular, ferret-like, and dotted with a few moles on his upper lip and left cheek. Rough, black stubble peppers his upper lip, sideburns and chin - evidence of infrequent, hack-job shaving. Close-cropped, curly dark brown hair crowns his narrow head. His clothing consists of matching Navy blue Adidas sweats, new-looking but with some mud stains on the knees and sleeves. A high-quality but worn pair of hiking boots adorn his feet. The kid lacks the awkwardness so typical of boys his age. In fact, the only thing that really stands out about this kid his is the easy grace he carries himself with.

Tu takes a moment to compare the kid in front of him, with the vague description he'd been given of the potential packmate, deciding they match. "You're Augustus, right? I'm Tu."

Auggie immediately adopts a more friendly posture, one side of his mouth crooking into a pleased half-smile, his arms uncrossing, extending one toward the Walker for a handshake. "Oh hey! Yeah, it's Auggie. Auggie Kvintos, Flood-of-Flame, Ahroun Cliath of Unicorn's Children and Arm of the Goddess."

"Tu Dinh, no moon walker Cliath." Is the short introduction he gives in return, as he shakes the offered hand. He glances around the farmhouse. "Is this just a hangout, or do you pretty much stay here most of the time?"

Auggie shrugs, stepping aside to allow the Ragabash to enter, closing the door behind him. "Eh, I live here for now. That'll change once the pack comes together." He looks at Tu hopefully. "You're still interested, right?" Before the other can answer, he offers, "You want some chicken? Soda, beer?"

Tu nods with a smile. "I didn't come all this way for the chicken." That said, he plucks a drumstick from the bucket before grabbing a seat. "Thanks. " He takes a bite, before discussing business. "How well do you know the others that might be in the pack?"

Auggie sits down opposite Tu, reclaiming his beer and taking a pull from the amber bottle. "I knew Cole before pretty well - it was Jana I wasn't sure about at first. But I've been gettin' to know her, she's really decent for a Silver Fangs. Handles herself real well, not too stuck-up."

"Yea, she seems okay. Cole seems nice too, though I only just met him." He continues to eat his chicken, careful not to make a mess of his shirt. "How familiar are you with the city?"

Auggie frowns. "Mmm. I just know certain parts. The Southwestern industrial district, I know really well, because my Rite of Passage was there. Northwest, I can get around well enough from my trips to Falcon's Rest. And I know Harbor Park." He leans forward and studies Tu. "You prolly know your way around real well. Or, maybe not, since you're not from around here?"

Tu smiles slightly. "I'm getting there. Though, knowing the streets and knowing the players isn't quite the same thing. There I'm still a little bit lost. Though, I'm sure Jana has a lot of that knowledge." His eyes remain intent on the Ahroun, trying to read his body as much as his words. "What have you heard about me?"

Auggie's movements are both casual and guarded, his eyes remaining fixed on Tu as he speaks. "That you're a Glass Walker and Ragabash, obviously. Something about you working for a big city corporation." He shrugs. "I'd prefer to get to know you myself and get my information first hand." He begins to gnaw on a drumstick.

Tu nods. "Fair enough." He falls into silence as he finishes his drumstick, laying the bone neatly on the table. He doesn't take a second piece of chicken, though.

Auggie swallows his mouthful of chicken and does take a second piece. He holds it in the air, and leans back in his seat, regarding Tu curiously. "So, what brought you to St. Claire? What Sept did you come from? And what do ya think of Magpie?"

Tu crosses his leg across the knee, answering the questions in the opposite order of how they are given. "I think Magpie makes the most sense for a pack of this type. The others suggested seem worthwhile, though not quite as strong a fit, I think. Secrets are the food of the Magpie, and that's what we're hoping to trade in. As for the rest, I am officially from the Jack rabbit Sept, though I ran with a pack in San Francisco, which was the Coggie territory. St. Claire is nice, but a little too cold."

Auggie nods in agreement at Tu's observation about Magpie. "Totem of Cunning, yeah. The others were for Jana's benefit, she was a little wary at first of losing repsect." He listens evenly to Tu's response, for the most part, chuckling a bit at Tu's response about the weather. "You'll get used to it. The summers here are nice weather. We get less rain than coastal Washington, and more sun."

"I'm looking forward to the summer, then", Tu says with a smile. "So, is it up to Jana to organize things and make the pack decision official, or do we have a vote?", he asks wryly.

Auggie smirks. "I don't know how things're done where you're from, but Garou in these parts don't really practice democracy. Jana's acting as unofficial Alpha. It's her decision."

You say "If it was back in San Francisco, we probably would have had three meetings then a vote via email or text messaging. I know things here work differently, though."

Auggie quirks an eyebrow. "Huh." Clinking his fingernails against the now-empty beer bottle, he says, "Yeah, it doesn't work like that around here. But I think you'll find things are run pretty fairly around here. There's so many different tribes, we all kind of keep each other in check." He shrugs.

From afar, to the room, Auggie has like, 2 poses left.

Long distance to Auggie: Tu nods. I need to run too.

Tu stays long enough to be polite, chatting about this and that with the Ahroun. Eventually, though, he finds himself glancing at his watch. "Well, it was good to meet you, but I need to be headed back to the city."

Auggie nods, and stands politely to see Tu to the door. "Good to meet you also. I'll see you around, Tu." He stands on the porch to see the Glass Walker off, before returning to the slightly warmer indoors.