#rivervale_lodge

Locked. Seems this warehouse is out of use, or at least only being used for storage for now.

Yes, Brekke can see someone has put up a tent on the roof. Ties instead of pegs to hold it up

She did not expect that, and crouches down. She's still absurdly large, but perhaps she hasn't been noticed, yet.

The spray of mace for her eyes indicates she has been noticed

(Wits plus Dodge or Athletics to avoid)

/roll 6

That was close!

She lets out a grunt of surprise and annoyance that Frank can likely hear. Then she backhands the spray away from its wielder.

Frank hears it alright

Frank invests his own Glamour, and WILLS himself to Hopscotch up to the roof.

The spray goes flying and the redheaded girl yelps! She's a pretty thing, or would be if she were cleaner. A buxom redhead who's hour glass figure is parlty obscured by a frayed jacket and a baggy shirt. Her tattered jeans are not 'artfuly torn' but rather worn down and near shredded

"Don't hurt me" she yelps

"I have no intention of hurting you," Brekke grumbles.

And Frank arrives ...

as they meet Bunni

A perfectly mortal seeming woman... save for one thing

(Int plus Enigma rolls for Frank and Brekke)

Brekke glances at Frank and gives a quick nod: I am fine. But she definitely looks annoyed.

/roll 5

Frank is too busy kenning perhaps, or focusing on his wife's borderline ire. The Daughter of Eve before them doesn't ring a bell

But Brekke recognizes the face, and to some degree the form, though she looks scrawnier than before. Bunni, has a familar face indeed...only she was used to seeing in on a 6 inch tall Chimera most of the time. Mortal flesh instead of dream stuff, but this is what Nabuni would look like if she were a human woman

Her expression makes a quick tour of irritation, attentive confusion, and sudden realization. Of course, this is all on the troll scale of expression, so Bunni might not recognize each as separate expressions at all. "Nabuni?" Brekke addresses her.

"Who the fuck is Nabuni?" The girl says drawing her legs before her but yes, even the voice is similar

Frank blinks and looks at Brekke like she's just slid straight to Bedlam.

Brekke catches Frank's look, then nods toward the woman. "Look at her. Taller, but the resemblance is clear."

And then Frank sees that resmeblence as well

"I'm Bunni, okay? And you own the building i'm SORRY.. I'll get my stuff and go"

Frank, who perhaps deliberately never paid TOO much attention to Nabuni's looks, does as Brekke asks.

She also reaches for her mace can again grumbling "Scared the life out of me"

"Leave that there," Brekke says firmly as Bunni reaches for the mace. "And no...we do not own the building, and you do not have to leave. But we did come looking for you. Not to harm you."

"Well, what do you want ?" A dubious look then her eyes widen "If this is some pimp and madame activity, you can forget it. "

Brekke sighs. "It is not that."

She looks to Frank, inviting him to explain first if he wishes.

Frank shakes his head in the negative, declining.

(Scene moved to Bergen)

"OKAy, Symon, if you're waiting for a time it'll be just you and me so you can try the glance already, I don't think we'll get another chance for it"

That from Vali who is rubbing his forehead

/roll 4

He considers, then offers, "I could just Willow Whisper one or the other of these items. I'm no master of Primal, but I know the basic step, and can handle simple props. But if you want me to take a look, I can try that too. Up to you." Relaxed now that they're on their own again.

"You can willow whisper? Huh. I thought all our primal uses were gone. Backward glance first, please. I get the feeling you'r not trying to hide Primal as much as you are the chronos"

"So it's better we take advantage of the privacy with the glance now"

"Barely. It's useful to get secrets out of things, but the upper levels of Primal, working with forces of nature? Nah. I kinda thing that Willow Whisper feels more like a part of... soothsay, or something more eldritch... but that's just me." A crack-lipped grin.

"Okay. Let's look at these things."

Vali offers over the painting

"I might need some help." He admits, a touch reluctantly. But then perks up a bit. "Hey, I can see how your Chronos is coming along... I can guide you, if you help me with focus. Props like this aren't my normal area... I need to work on that."

"My apoloiges, I should have asked if you could affect the target." He says "Obviously I can't glance yet. But..." he gestures and strokes the painting, widdershine touches along the frame

A bit of glamour contirbuted

"I can just pour a little more juice into it." He says, squinting a bit. A small smile as the glamour is added - he hadn't wanted to outright ASK or demand for assistance, but... with College looming, he's been saving his dross. Greedy fellow.

He takes a watch out of his pocket - an old one, a pocketwatch. Nothing fancy nor expensive - not vintage or rare, just old, kinda cheap... but it is Manually wound, which helps Symon fiddle with it for a bit for a bunk. Reaching out to include Vali in the casting, so that he can see the result as well, as he attempts to part the mists of time and glance into the past of the painting.