Brownstone: Basement Apt.(#3328RJ)

The basement of the brownstone has been split into two sections. The stairwell leads down into the northwest corner section, which contains the boiler room and furnace. Opposite those is a storage unit that houses all the building's equipment, and a maintenance office. At the center is the lift. The rest of the basement has been converted into another apartment, and Signe's made it into a rather fortified one at that. The only entrance is through a re-enforced steel door with no less than three dead-bolts. There are absolutely no windows at all in any of the four concrete and brick walls. It's a rather stark but functional space. Overhead, the air ducts and plumbing pipes are exposed, while the cement floor is covered by a ragged dark wine and gold Oriental throw rug. A makeshift shelving unit of two-by-fours and cinder block has been erected along the length of the wall with the door, and it houses a stereo, tv and old vcr. Directly opposite this is a beat-up leather couch and two mismatched recliners. The kitchen is small but functional, with a round wooden table and four chairs. Half of the back end of the building has been walled off for a private bedroom, while the rest is open to the living area. This space has been converted into a home gym--complete with wrestling mats, weights, and a full weight boxing bag.

Contents:
Dagny
Hel
Obvious exits:
Out  Bedroom 

Seated on the couch, Mia has a glass of red wine in one hand and she sips on it delicately. With her other hand she twirls a stiletto knife around her fingers in a familiar manner though she lacks dexterity, as evident when it falls a couple of times onto her lap. She picks it up and uses it to stir the wine with for a bit as she glances towards the door. The whole basement is dimmed for now, except for one of the naked bulbs working, directly over where she waits.

The door leading down to the basement opens and remains so for a few minutes before being shut with a quiet clang. The lock is reengaged and two sets of feet can be heard coming down. First entering is Dagny, looking a little.. Well, it's obvious she hasn't been home for a few days. Or anywhere near a shower. She's kind of roughed up, but her hair is okay. Mostly. Entering the space Mia occupies, the Skald bares throat and then looks behind her, moving out of the doorway to let Javen through.

It's not long before Javen makes her appearance, coming down the stairs to the basement. She looks slightly disheveled as well, as if neither of the other Get had wasted much time getting here. She was still streaked with the blood and ash of her Rite of Wounding, and in homid form, so her wounds still looked like they were still trying to heal. She spots Hel and copies Dagny's motion before bowing her head at the Jarl.

Glancing towards Dagny as she enters, Mia regards her quietly, studying her from top to toe before she slowly rises up to her feet. Her eyes then regard Javen next and she immediately focuses on the bloodied wound. Dipping her head to the side, she slightly jerks her head towards Javen for her to enter and stand before her, away from Dagny. "Javen, I hear you finished your Challenge. Tell me what happened, Skald."

Dagny moves to the side, leaning against a wall. Still within eyesight of Mia, her sights are on Javen. There's a smile there for the nearing no-longer cub.

Javen wipes her hands clean on her jeans before breaking away from Dagny and stepping towards the Jarl. She stands before the other Get, hands at her sides, back straight, but she keeps her eyes lowered to the floor. "We seiged a fomori camp outside of the Bawn. We killed the entire group, ceased their conversion of innocents to their vile ways, and torched their remains. We'd endured worms, acid, spikes and undead teeth, and triumphed with with barely a scratch." She smiles slightly. Upon closer inspection, this "scratch" is the gaping hole in the girl's left forearm, and a hangled opposite hand that looked like it had been eaten by the acid mentioned. Both were on their way to healing, but it was obvious the Rite had been performed on her arm and was thus much uglier.

At the telling of her story, Mia cants her head to the side, showing that she is listening very intently as she nods her head easily enough. Her eyes continue to scan over the wounds intently. "I see," finally returns, picking up the knife and gripping it tightly. "Were there any innocents left that weren't converted?" With that tight grip on the knife, Mia looks like she's ready to stab Javen in the eye if she doesn't like the answer.

The elder Skald smiles a bight brighter from where she stands at Mia's next question. She remains quiet, but watchful.

Javen's gaze lingers on the knife, casually, as if appraising its craftmanship. "I had a hope that we would be able to liberate anything untainted. But after the child they had kidnapped several days ago, who had escaped, it seemed as though they weren't prepared to undertake that challenge again so soon. There were no survivors."

At that, Mia nods her head once more before her lips curl upwards at the corners. She steps up to Javen as she lifts up the knife, reaching out in order to carve into the skin of the Skald's forehead. They are glyphs - the first is the glyph for homid born. "Born from a man," then the middle is the symbol for the Get, "Daughter of the Great Fenris." Finally is the symbol of the Galliard, "And keeper of the lore." She lets them bleed for a bit though shallow enough that they will not scar. Fixing her eyes back towards Javen, Mia lowers the knife though it is obvious she isn't done.

Javen's pale eyes are on the knife as it lifts to her face, devoid of all expression except for one of mild curiosity. As it presses to her forhead, she once more drops her eyes, and her chin, giving her Jarl easier access. She watches he blood drip from her nose and onto the floor. "Thank you, Jarl," she murmurs.

"Bolt-of-Frost-Bites-Prey-for-Glory, you have passed your Rite of Passage. I welcome you to the rank of Cliath within our tribe." Mia's lips suddenly split into a large and feral grin. "Say hi to the spirit world for me, Frostbite." With that the woman taps into her rage as her fist whips forward to punch Javen right in the center of her face to knock her out.

Javen's head snaps back with the punch that comes unexpectantly from the Jarl's empty hand. She reels for a moment, nearly windmilling before slamming to her back. She groans as she tastes blood, her face broken, before falling into unconsciousness.

Watching and waiting, it isn't until the fresh Cliath spins and drops that the elder Skald says or does anything. Her first action is, of course, to grin. And laugh a little. "Excellent shot, Jarl. Shall I make pancakes?"

"She should be out for a good bit. Pancakes sounds great. Give her an extra batch too, she might need it after the fight. Also lots of alcohol." Margo returns as she begins to make her way towards the kitchen as well. "...Think we should put her bra in the freezer?"

"Lucky for us all, I went and bought mead." Dagny says, and begins to turn toward the stairs before the next question catches her attention and she looks, deadpan, at the Jarl. "That is quite possibly the most heinous and cruel thing I have ever heard out of your mouth." She says. A grin tugs the left side of her face into an extended smirk. "I thought you'd never ask." Down Dag bends and stands up again with Javen slung over a shoulder.

FTB