[ Foxtrot had just crossed into Serbia when the call had come through Alan's phone that her twin needed to speak to her, the Speedster calling over to where she and Joachim were helping Nick unhitch The Hearse from his bike, because their sleeping beauty of a vampire was the Maeran's personal charge, never mind that he was practically the baby of the squad and Tatjana was older than their chosen conspiracy.
Stall whatever you guys are doing, we're having a family meeting, Renae had told her then, before switching his end of the line to speakerphone so that she could hear bits and snatches of the conversation that their parents were having.
She'd lifted a hand towards her squad at that, had given her group the signal to cool their heels while she walked off and listened to her mother finally break the news that a challenge had been issued to The Living Land of the Searing Wind of Zangyaku. By the time Maggie wandered back, the others had eaten and Chie was playing out a quiet little tune on her harmonica, eyes watchful of her squad leader's approach.
It's been three weeks since then and tonight, Margaret Montelibano-Profaci is finally back in Falner, electing to take her first shore leave in what her mother will likely say has been nearly forever ( she would be right, home for Maggie is more people than a place -- and it's not that she doesn't love Falner, but she does more good out on the road. )
She rides through the gates, leaving the beauty of France behind her to zip through familiar streets, one last parting shot to Alan to take point for her and report in.
She doesn't make for the West District, her bike coming to a deliberate stop behind Haven, which she enters without so much as a by your leave, dressed in her full Midnight Rider gear.
She spots her mark talking to one of the people manning the bar, older now, some gray in his hair, but the smile on his lips and in his eyes still very much the same. When she parks herself on the far side of the bar, she holds her universal credit card out to the member of the staff that asks if she's ordering something. ] Give me whatever the boss is having.
25 May : About that Shore Leave | i just wanted to okok ._.
Stall whatever you guys are doing, we're having a family meeting, Renae had told her then, before switching his end of the line to speakerphone so that she could hear bits and snatches of the conversation that their parents were having.
She'd lifted a hand towards her squad at that, had given her group the signal to cool their heels while she walked off and listened to her mother finally break the news that a challenge had been issued to The Living Land of the Searing Wind of Zangyaku. By the time Maggie wandered back, the others had eaten and Chie was playing out a quiet little tune on her harmonica, eyes watchful of her squad leader's approach.
It's been three weeks since then and tonight, Margaret Montelibano-Profaci is finally back in Falner, electing to take her first shore leave in what her mother will likely say has been nearly forever ( she would be right, home for Maggie is more people than a place -- and it's not that she doesn't love Falner, but she does more good out on the road. )
She rides through the gates, leaving the beauty of France behind her to zip through familiar streets, one last parting shot to Alan to take point for her and report in.
She doesn't make for the West District, her bike coming to a deliberate stop behind Haven, which she enters without so much as a by your leave, dressed in her full Midnight Rider gear.
She spots her mark talking to one of the people manning the bar, older now, some gray in his hair, but the smile on his lips and in his eyes still very much the same. When she parks herself on the far side of the bar, she holds her universal credit card out to the member of the staff that asks if she's ordering something. ] Give me whatever the boss is having.
[ Hi, Dad, your little angel's home. ]