Go Left, Right? (attn: Therese)
Kiyo stared at the big white building in front of him. Again. Damnit. he jogged back to the subway sign and stared at it. Then he turned back to the big white building, the Arch Museum of Art. Blergh. Art. Kiyo poked his tongue out and made a "yargh" face. This was the third time he'd seen this building in the past hour. He was going to be late to work.
He'd met Tavi for a late lunch in the city and he was heading to Terminus now after having made a stop in the city himself. His shift started soon and he could have sworn he'd gotten on the correct subway line but somehow he had managed to go the wrong direction and he was now deeper into the city than he'd wanted.
Trying to make sense of the subway sign he got on again and ended up on the wrong line completely. Now he stood up on the road outside the art (blech) museum trying to figure out how the heck to get down to the other side of the subway tracks. He didn't see another entrance.
After the second time around he stomped his frustrated way back up to the road and sighed as he looked at the white building again. He could just walk. Terminus was... that way.
White building again. Fine. Terminus was... that way.
Gah. Kiyo sat on the steps of the white building and tried calling Evan, but no answer. Maybe he was in the shower. He should be up, or close to it, by now. Kiyo had spent the last couple of nights with him, coming in discreetly after Guillaume was in bed and making sure his Packmate didn't see him leave. He had an idea of Evan's routine and their schedules were fairly similar. Only, today, Kiyo had gotten up early to see Tavi.
He finally texted Evan. 'Lost in Nachton. SO sorry. Trying not to be late for work.'
Just because he was sleeping with the boss didn't mean he got to be late. He was just an employee like everyone else; there was no difference at work. They both knew it wouldn't fly well and Kiyo in particular didn't want anyone to get the impression that Terminus was some kind of gay bar.
Sadly, Kiyo did not have a smart phone... no googling directions for him. He put it at the top of his list of things to purchase. Nachton was confusing for someone whose sense of direction was maybe not what it should be.
Bravely he struck out once more, sure that Terminus was that way. Twenty minutes later he rounded a corner and stared at the Arch Museum of Omnipresence or whatever the hell it was. It was following him. It had to be following him.
He sat down on the steps again, shaking his phone forlornly, hoping Evan would call him soon.
Stars. She tried to keep things light, to tease him more than tell him off and yet he still apologized. Well yet again Thérèse opted not to say anything hoping that if she just ignored his apology she would not make it any worse.
At his answer she brightened a bit. It was an odd thing but when one was away from home those who were from the same general area became more interesting. It was a common bond. It was frustratingly hard to judge his reactions as she drove, all she had were quick glances over at him and what she could see out of the corner of her eye.
"Ah, where in Europe if I might ask? My family is there. We had been in Portugal before I left for Nachton, they are back in France now. But the job here was simply too good to pass up."
That and the damned mulo had made it impossible for her to say no. Thérèse hated him for that, she missed her family but on the other hand she loved her job and if she hadn't come she'd not have met... ah well it wasn't a story she could tell or would to most people.
Instead she just laughed at the bar owner's insistence that he take some time off.
"Well good I'm glad he is not totally unreasonable."
Why did people insist on thinking of the arts as stodgy, stale and intellectual. She was doing her best to keep the Arch fresh and accessible without sacrificing quality.
"They just require time and an open mind. Maybe a little study."
Secluded was not safe. Thérèse looked at Kiyoshi almost sharply but it quickly became a concerned expression. If he were out running alone Kiyoshi could be another target for the creature. She doubted that her keeper would pass up the opportunity to have another of the Pack on a leash.
"Two legs or four?" She asked with a smile effectively hiding her initial reaction. "It does make a difference. Two legs I'm quite fond of the industrial district or the beach. On four... the asylum and the park and preserve really are your best options."
By which she meant safest. In fact she was reluctant to recommend the park and preserve.
Therese's next question made him shrug. "All over really," he said. "I'm not originally from there. I just travel a lot. Flairtending competitions are worldwide."
He responded to her conversation with nods and murmurs, not really sure what else to say on the topics of his job and the arts. Kiyo supposed he'd enjoy an art museum more if he knew something about art to begin with, that was all he'd meant. He didn't really see the point in standing in front of an abstract, tilting his head this way and that while trying to analyze it and figure out what the artist was 'feeling' when it was being painted.
He was used to that expression, the one Therese gave him about running. Who wouldn't want seclusion when they were in their four-footed form? Kiyo didn't need an attack or any such thing on his hands. He would prefer to be away from people in that time. Sure, if he could be alone, he'd love it. At one point he'd tried locking himself away in a room by himself but it hadn't worked as intended... he winced quietly, remembering those three nights. Maybe it was better though. He wasn't sure.
"Both I guess," Kiyo said to answer her. "I'd rather... be by myself though."
It was his way of saying he did not want to run with the R'asa under the full moon. They were wolves, they did not all have control over their actions. Many of them were out for blood, Kiyo included. In Brazil, he had always come off the worse for wear after such nights.
Thérèse did enjoy traveling, but then again she was always with her Pack, her family. So while they were almost always on the move she was also always home. Although, her habit of skipping a head or lagging behind had it's advantages. Every now and then one wanted some little bit of privacy.
That was just plain unsettling. He wanted to be alone even on four feet? How were you supposed to hunt that way? Even if you didn't hunt the feeling of the rest of the Rasa around you, the sound, the smell the song, it was an experience that begged to be shared. As children they all waited until it was decided they were ready to join in that. And to want to exclude yourself from it?
He could not be of the pack. It seemed obvious they way he said it.
"You are Peregrinus then?"
Had he been abandon? Possibly Gifted accidentally? That might explain some of his behavior. If he wasn't used to the ways of the Pack. It was the most likely explanation.
"Then I would suggest the preserve. You might encounter some Kadzait, but over all I think you should find it rather open."
No one in the flairtending circuit went without a sponsor. It just wasn't wise. Kiyo reminded himself absently to check the competition schedules again; if Evan and Guillaume wanted him to compete he ahd to get himself into a few of them this year.
When Therese labeled him according to his Pack statues Kiyo hesitated and then nodded quickly. "Yes," he said shortly.
Apparently it was all right for Peregrinus to run in the preserve. Kiyo smiled tightly at Therese. "Thank you. I might just do that."
He was uncomfortable talking about it. He didn't run with the Pack because while his wolf was much less submissive than Kiyo, he was still the bottom of the totem pole. There was almost no way for him to run with a group without being ostracized and he hated that. He hated being a passenger in his own head while the wolf outside was constantly snapped at, clawed at, tumbled over, posturing and snapping back trying to prove his worth.
During those nights Kiyo was less than nobody. He hated it.
"Well perhaps if Terminus does well you won't have to travel alone."
It was entirely possible that Navid would simply fly Kiyoshi himself, which would cut down on expenses a great deal right there. But it wasn't her bar, she wasn't completely enlightened as to what her cousin was up to and it also wasn't her place to be nosey.
Realizing belatedly he might have misinterpreted her question Thérèse tried to rectify the situation.
"I apologize I didn't mean to offend, it was simply a question."
Honestly she had rather neutral feelings towards those who had not been born to the Pack. It all depended on who they were, how they handled themselves and if they could fit in. Some truly earned the more derogatory term Nothos but others blended well enough that it didn't matter. She tried to take people on an individual basis and didn't typically ask. It was only Kiyoshi's odd behavior that had made her wonder here.
It was a bit surprising that he'd rather run in the preserve and risk running into some of the much larger Kadzait than run with the Pack. Although the to groups had been playing nice together of late and she had enjoyed running with them occasionally during the full moon, however, all bets were off. At least Kyioshi would have the advantage of speed if it came down to that.
Mon Dieu, she'd forgotten the stoat and the jackal.
"Just do not engage the wild life more than you have to. There are other... things that play out there besides our cousins."
Now she would feel responsible if he was hurt while running out there. Wonderful. Thérèse cursed herself. How could she have forgotten that meeting?
Of course, both of his bosses were pilots. There was a distinct possibility that he would, indeed, have company for competitions. He felt a wave of heat rush through him at the idea of being alone with Evan on the long flight to Europe. Now that... that would be nice. Not having to sneak around, hide anything, fake anything. He understood it had to be that way but a respite from it would be nice.
Kiyo hastily shook his head at Therese's apology. Well, at least he'd get to stay in the car. "It's okay. Really."
It was just a topic Kiyo didn't like to discuss. He never knew which side of the fence a new acquaintance would fall on - we hate the Nothos, or Nothos are werewolves too! It was like religion and politics... best left untouched.
He turned fully to her at her warning about running in the Park. Interesting thing to say, about the wildlife. Kiyo was fairly certain he knew what she meant, given that he happened to be intimately acquainted with someone who liked to play at night and could easily pass for wildlife.
"You mean vampires?"
At least Kiyoshi seemed willing to accept her apology and that she hadn't meant anything by it. Which was a good thing, Thérèse understood it could be a sensitive issue no matter which side of the line you fell on. Some would not have forgiven her for asking. There was no good way to say any more on the subject without sounding as if she was trying to placate him or some such. They'd just have to believe each other.
Her hands tightened on the wheel and absently Thérèse flexed her jaw. It was a habit, one she wasn't even aware of, something of a nervous twitch when ever those creatures were mentioned. She would break free of him. They'd find a way.
"Oui. The mulo."
Her voice was cold and hard and the sound of it startled her a bit. Thérèse almost nervously cleared her throat and forced herself to relax and resume the more conversational tone.
"They hunt as well and... Heavens I am not your mother. I would simply tell you to take care they are not terribly fond of us."
Her keeper reminded her of that on a regular basis and Thérèse was still convinced the jackal would have engaged her if the stoat hadn't intervened. It still bothered Thérèse slightly, why had the stoat stopped him? If she had that kind of power over the one, perhaps she would have some influence over her keeper as well. Not that it mattered, they didn't know who either of them were or how to find them.
Evan could hardly be held responsible for the crimes of his own race. Kiyo idly wondered if he'd had anything to do with the wolf oppression thousands of years ago. He hadn't asked. Two thousand years could change a man, he imagined. The Evan he knew was not necessarily the Evan who had existed back then. Kiyo didn't think anything he could learn about his boss, and lover, could change how he felt.
"They can't all be bad," he said, trying to be diplomatic. "I appreciate the warning though. I think I'll be okay."
He tried to smile reassuringly at Therese but he probably just looked sick. Reassuring wasn't Kiyo's forte.
Although she had baited the Evenhet Elder quite badly. Not that she regretted it at all but he'd shown restraint and the stoat hadn't been overtly hostile either. But it was very hard to remember that in her current situation. Even if she hadn't been held, it was hard to counter generations of inherited memories. In fact, it was slightly peculiar that Kiyoshi was able to. Even those not born to the Pack held the memories of those that came before. How odd.
"Non. You may be right. But I set no store in their goodwill."
Anything more she was going to say was cut off. Apparently she had been about to get too specific. Somehow though she managed a smile rather than a grimace, although she suddenly wished to be home. Not that she wasn't enjoying Kiyoshi's company or regretted giving him a ride, she just suddenly felt exposed and vulnerable as if he knew what she was thinking.
Therese's words had very little effect on Kiyo. He had firsthand experience that no matter what label you applied to a people as a whole, you were going to find exceptions. Kiyo found it ironic that he preferred the company of a vampire over most of his own kind. It was Evan, though. He was better than stereotypes.
Unable to muster up a better response to Therese than his halfhearted nod, Kiyo turned back toward the window and watched the buildings go by. They were only a few blocks from Terminus; it looked like Kiyo would only be a little bit late and the crowd would not be heavy at this time of the evening.
Even realizing she'd said something to upset him, well perhaps upset was too strong a word perhaps he was only startled by her vehemence, regardless Thérèse had no inclination to apologize. Even if not all of the mulo were evil, she knew full well some were.
"This is rather heavy conversation for the evening isn't it? I'm sure that I could come up with something more mundane about your childhood or your hobbies or some such if you'd like."
Her lightness, her joviality was somewhat forced. The young man was a bit of a puzzle and now she had a piece that didn't seem to belong. Of course, she could be imagining that.
"I'd suggest 'I Spy' but that is better for long road trips and I do believe we are almost there."
Inwardly Thérèse sighed. She simply had no idea what to do with such a submissive wolf. Not that she was worried it wasn't as if they were on a slow boat to China or getting married.
"Oh, no thank you," he said, trying to capture her humor, but it just came out as tense and awkward as she herself had sounded. "There's nothing interesting in either of those subjects."
He was the last subject he wanted to discuss. Therese noted their proximity to Terminus, too, and Kiyoshi thought they might both be relieved to be done with the whole car ride thing. Therese was very nice, but she and Kiyoshi had apparently stumbled upon some not so common ground and Kiyo, for one, did not have the conversational skills to navigate those waters with any sort of grace.
"Yeah," he agreed. "It's just up ahead. Thanks again for the ride, you saved me a lot of time. Are you going to come say hello to Guillaume or have you got someplace else to go? I'm sure he's here."
Thérèse laughed politely and let him claim not to be interesting. There was no reason to press him. At least not at the present, perhaps once she'd sorted out why he seemed more accepting of the mulo there would be but for now that was just a vague notion in her head.
"If you say so. Next time we can discuss the weather."
That smile was more genuine. Suring into the bar/club's parking lot they again found an awkward topic. While she wasn't quite avoiding her cousin she wasn't seeking him out either. Perhaps she should. Of course Thérèse was also of the opinion that he should apologize as well.
"You are welcome, any time I'm sure. Non, I do have plans and we are to meet tomorrow afternoon any way. Do tell him I said hello though, if you would."
Tomorrow was their sparing day, she did like to keep on her toes and while Thérèse had found others to practice with something about practicing with Navid was... better. They both knew each other's weaknesses and had no issues exploiting them and calling one another on them.
Bringing the car to a slow smooth stop just in front of the door she said,
"It was nice to meet you Kiyoshi. I hope we got you here on time."
As Therese pulled up outside the club, which had just opened, Kiyoshi looked down at his phone. "Close enough," he answered her. "I hope your leg feels better soon."
It would, of course, but it was polite to say so anyway. "Thanks again. I'll tell Guillaume you said hello."
Shouldering his backpack Kiyo turned and glanced over his shoulder to wave at Therese as he headed into Terminus, only a few minutes late for his shift.
((ooc: Kiyoshi out))
Thérèse smiled as Kiyoshi disappeared into the club. For some reason she waited and watched to make sure he got in all right. It was almost as of she expected some mulo to snatch him off the street. Which, she chided herself, was ridiculous. She was over reacting, really Kiyoshi hadn't said anything that bizarre or concerning. He just wasn't as effected by the memories as some and didn't have one of the creatures controlling him. That was all.
Trying to shake herself free of those odd thoughts she started home and allowed herself to be distracted by what she might be able to do if she didn't run this evening. Maybe he'd be home and they could slip off unnoticed.
((OOC... out))