#kc_necropolis

Siv nods, and watches her father go

There is no one in the parking lot. Indeed, the hold itself was remarkably empty

(Barring two trolls and at least one sluagh)

Frank places a phone call.

And then returns to the Freehold.

((He's called Jessica to let her know that a Sidhe meeting that description might be headed her way, and could be trouble. Suggests a face to face meeting, or messengers or something similar.))

(I wondered. I'll assume Jessica is forewarned and on the look out)

It would appear Mr. Worthy and Siv are finishing up "Thank you, Mister Worthy. You've been most informative. I hope the tid bits I've given you are helpful or at least in demand?"

"Most equitable" the sluagh is saying then turns as Frank returns. He nods "mr. king"

"Mr Worthy." he rumbles.

"I think we're done here, da. Unless you've a question for this fine fellow?" Siv nods "Turns out he was sained in the Earth Runes area. It's how he knows of me" Clearly this scores points with Siv

"I see." Frank nods his shaggy head "It's been a pleasure, Mr. Worthy."

"I do apologize if I ...came on to strong. Like many of my kith I am not always versed at non sluagh niceties. But it was a pleasure, Mr King, and Miss King" he rises and puts his hand over his heart , fingers splayed "I'll leave you be. You know how to reach me if need be, Miss King"

Frank nods respectfully.

Siv returns the gesture and then Mr. Webster Worthy...departs

(Perception plus Alertness)

/roll 7

Someone has just entered in

From...?

The outside street.

OOC Which way did Worthy leave?

The girl looks to be in her last few years as a childling. Her skin is blue gray and the horns on her head small but pronounced. She's big for her age, but she should be- she's a troll. She has torn jeans, a t shirt top with no logo, and a duffle bag.

(He went to the library)

She walks over to the space under the beam Frank was checking out, and gives a HUP... and gets up there easily

Frank glances at Siv, then clears his throat gently.

Siv looks a bit amused but isn't about to stop her da

The Girl, Westward, peeks down from the rafter and looks at him "You want something, mister?"

"I was wondering ... what you're doing."

"Going up to my rafter" She said, a troll brow that needs work but holds well

Siv takes another sip of her cider

"My name's Frank." he introduces himself "Would you like something to drink?"

"I'm Westward. And thanks but I'm good. Gloves give me drinks when I want them"

Frank kenns her.

She's a troll. Yup. Seems to be healthy enough. No signs of bedlam, and not too banal.

Siv sips "Westward, interesting name"

"Thanks. I guess" Westward says with a shrug

Frank is frowning. "I know someone else who used to be called Westward. How did you come to be here?"

Wary and cautious "Why do you want to know?"

"Because the person I know who was called Westward is important to me and I would protect her."

"It seems, at the moment, that you are impersonating her, and that's rarely done for honorable or honest reasons."

Her eyes threaten to darken "So you're insulting my honor?"

"No, he's not" Siv says "And if you think of what he said, he went out of his way to speak of the method, not of you"

Frank nods calmly.

"Sounded like he was insulting my honor" Westward says but takes a breath to cool down "Look I don't know which Westward was yours. But as I'm number four.. or is it five, I think it's a bit late to get riled about it"

Siv's brows shoot up right into her swashbuckler hat

"But I'm not stealing, or backstabbing, or impersonating. " Westward assures him "The name was no longer in use, so I took it up. Needed it for a bit is all"

"Five?" Frank is dumbfounded. He looks (pointedly?) at Siv.

Siv blushes lightly "Don't look at me, I thought there were just two of us"

"Well, you can't have it back" Westward says to Siv "i'm using it"