Two Wolves

Summary:
January 29 2015: Two wolves meet

Brooklyn

A snow covered parkinglot in Brooklyn


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It's snowing, hell it's been snowing for hours and for the most part NYC is slumbering. Some people however, have shit to do (and appropriately vintage AWD BMWs). That'd be Partisan today, but of course. Rocking a neat (wolf) grey hardshell, keens, ballcap and a neat skeletal balaclava. What is she up to, well the important stuff really. Hiking back towards her car through blowing snow, with a messenger bag stuffed full of albums, headphones and (gasp) a brand spanking new laptop. You just replace those when the OS is out of date, right? Right?

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Fenris doesn't 'police' magical creatures. Not in a traditional sense anyway. Good bad or indifferent he doesn't care what they do most of the time so long as they're not kicking up trouble that will get the normals all riled. As part of keeping general track of such people he does tend to drop by and introduce himself. Sometimes that goes well. Sometimes that goes poorly.

Either way the Old Wolf opens a Way near Partisan's car and steps through about eight feet away as she approaches it.

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Partisan slows to a stop, peering after Fenris from beneath the rim of her ballcap. "Hey, friend."Letting her hands fall casually after her sides, to your regular joe no it certainly doesn't look like much of a reaction. Theres more going on here, it's the certain hardness in her gaze. Bodarks are, well nobody has made one supposedly in over five hundred years, yet here she is and the geometry of that magical transfusion is all wrong. It's supposed to be like 75/25, a very uncool grafting of some poor wolf's soul onto your own. This is more like, 20/80 or something like that. Theres more wolf than woman, the nuances in that body language sells it all."What're you up to, huh?"

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"Not a whole lot. Introducing myself. When I find… unusual people I usually do. And you're quite unusual. Haven't seen that particular mix of magic in… oh…five or six centuries." And it's normally different Fenris notes. The Old Wolf stands confidently, but his hands are in his pockets to create a projection of safety. He didn't come for a fight.

"Sometimes unusual people just want to be left alone. Sometimes they're trouble. Regardless it's good to know who you're dealing with."

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A reasonable person, would likely wind things down. A fool might just be an ass about the entire affair, what follows is neither."I'm all trouble, the question you should be concerning yourself with I suspect is more practical in nature. Who am I going to be trouble for, because whomever it is theres likely to be plenty of it."Partisan puts classical territorial posturing right into English, so no this is likely not anything new. Still the hands stay right where they are. "It's customary, for a gentleman to introduce himself to a lady is it not?"

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"I am called Fenris." The tall man bows politely. "And yes, that was mostly my question. I concern myself with very particular types of trouble on my hunting grounds. Mostly of the kind that draw lots of attention and lead to Things That Should Not Be." Which are bad. Always. "I saw you at the Time Rupture two nights past. You were… very skilled."

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Partisan nods softly, before offering a sort've faux-curtsey. "I am known as The Partisan, I own no other name. I do appreciate the compliment, Fenris. I've had a rather long time to become proficcient at my trade. Compliments are always welcome however, is that all you sought me for?"Dipping a hand inside a jacket pocket, before producing a cigarette and a zippo. Just a snap-crackle-puff until her shoulders begin to slowly slack.

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"No, primarily I sought you for the opportunity to feel you out and give you a chance to do the same. As I said, this area is my hunting grounds and while I do not… exclude people, generally, I do like to know who is on them in case things ever come up." He pauses tapping at that rod at his side. "Bodark, I see. Though an unusual one. I think that's what caught my attention. I've not seen nor scented one of your kind in many hundreds of years." It's possible, even, that she's the last. Or one of them.

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"Your hunting grounds, huh? If you're going to claim a place, you've got an obligation to take a much better care of it. If your calling New York yours, you've been slackin awful hard. I've been killing motherfuckers like it's going out've style since I got here, and only now do I catch sight of you?"Part's shoulders remain slacked at least. "As far as I am aware of, I'm the only one like this has ever been and I'm the only Bodark still running around."

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Fenris smiles a little. "It's what you have not killed that I deal with. Elder gods, archfiends. What humans do to and with one another is mostly no concern of mine."

The Older Wolf sniffs. It's there, under the magic, if you know how to sense for it. That scent of burnt fur and charred flesh. "No happy mix that, I think." He notes of Partisan's wolf. "You may be, yes. Certainly I've seen none in many a long year. Most succumb long before that, to one thing or another. What drives you to hunt here?"

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"I'm a Partisan. I fight to free men held against their will, to overthrow those in power who are evil or corrupt. I exist to protect the essential liberties of man, and destroy all who would threaten them. War, is a fine outlet for my various impulses."Part lets that hang there, ashing the cigarette aside. "I've had more than anyone should find tolerable, and I'm still just getting started. I get the feeling you can see it though, right? Am I to gather your Fenris the Wolf, not just some random chucklefuck calling yourself Fenris?"

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"You intuit correctly." Fenris smiles. He used to smoke, quite a bit, just to mask the scent of everything. It took a while for him to get used to the riot of senses that is a modern city, though he's had a century or so of practice now. "And I'm impressed. Not many remember that story."

For most that's all it is. A story. It might be more had the Fenris not been laying low on Midgard for these last couple thousand years. "And I exist to destroy worlds. I'd just rather not, if it's all the same to everyone."

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Partisan shrugs some, puffing after her cigarette. "I existed once upon a time to avenge my myself and my family. Then I existed to destroy the Ottoman empire, then it was the Nazis, then it was Hydra and the communists, then it was the NVA, or the Narcos or you name it. After awhile I decided to exist for myself, and well you can ask around I suppose. Plenty will accuse me of existing for all manner of evil too, lord knows I've done my share of it over the years."Pausing there to exchange her cigarettes.

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"Evil is largely where you find it." Of all the people who might understand being a monster, Fenris is probably one of the few who understand being born one instead of being made one. To unmake himself has taken a great deal of effort. "At least as it applies to people slinging the word around."

He looks over the woman once more and nods. "You seem reasonable enough. Certinaly moreso than many werewolves I meet these days. The changing breeds tend to be somewhat… volatile."

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Partisan sticks her tongue out distastefully before lighting up a fresh smoke. "Back in my day, it was taken more seriously. You know they didn't write kinky romance novels about that shit, they burned your ass at a stake if you were so much as suspected of it. So the people who could put paws on, took that seriously. These days it's all thin blood, no heart hipsters. I don't know what you want to call these kids, were-dogs maybe because they sure as fuck are as far from a Wolf as can be."

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"Criminals, is often what I call them." Not that Fenris much concerns himself with the law. "Since a number of the more powerful and organized ones seem to be. But I've worn that name at times before, when living free was not in fashion." As it has been from time to time over two thousand years.

He pauses for a moment, curious. "Why fight for them? The humans? You aren't now. I can scent it. More wolf than woman by a large measure."

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"I am the product of wickedness, I don't need to exist. I'm not an accident, I never wanted this either. Evil men, did some very foul things which should never have happened. There was nobody to protect us, nobody to rescue us nor was their anybody to avenge us. So I made a decision, a twelve year old girl chose to visit upon those who had wronged her a proper reckoning. The alternative was death in a mass grave. None of that was necessary, none of it had to happen. It did though, because nobody cared. Evil men did evil things, and nobody did anything. Well, I do things. Maybe it won't count for anything in the long term, but I'm going to try. Thats why."Inhaling deep, to savor that smoke before she ashes her cigarette off to the side. "I don't want to be what I am, but what I am is necessary. So here I am, doing things."

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"Mmmmmm." Fenris himself is the product of abuse. Being tied to a rock for eons and left alone will do that. His unwillingness to keep repeating the experience cycle after cycle is what brought him here to Earth. "Well, good fortune to you then, Partisan. And may you find some peace in your purpose."

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Partisan shrugs "I found peace, I laid down my arms. I trimmed my claws, I played ball. I got married, had a job, paid taxes. Was loved, and I loved him. Until evil men took us, and there was nobody to protect us. Then they did horrible things to us, and there was nobody to rescue us. Then they murdered him, but just like the first time it was up to me to take revenge."ashing that cigarette aside. "Until somone else is willing to do my job, and do it better than I can? I will keep this up until I die for good, because nobody else can or will. I shouldn't be necessary, but we both know I am. Peace is what cowards seek, resolution is what I'm after. I had my fill of peace, a dead husband and years spent in solitary confinement on a diet of gruel. They used to give me one of those little strawberry hard candies for Christmas every year, thats the only way I knew another year had passed. Nobody rose up, nobody continued the work that had been laid at my feet. Theres nobody else."

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"Freedom is hard. Given a choice between hard and easy, most mortals will chose chains. Comfortable ones if they can, but chains all the same." Fenris isn't surprised that no one took Partisan's place. He's seen too much of history.

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Partisan shrugs "So it falls to me, in my day we solved the problems we came across. These days, they just complain about them then get upset when they're not resolved to their convience. Or they try to tell me my work, when they themselves are unwilling to undertake it. Terribly annoying really, but kids these days."

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"I'm fairly sure every generation has said that about the one that followed." Fenris smiles looking across the snow covered parkinglot then back. "But they're still here, the humans. So they must be doing something right. At least for the present. They have no shortage of people seemingly willing to risk the entire world for a bit of power."

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Partisan snorts "yeah they're doin somethin right, fuckin. Most cant fight for shit, nor keep their heads on straight when it really matters. Also I'll have you know I've been around for a couple generations now, I feel like I can say with some degree of certainty that every one gets a little worse. Well the city types at least, farm folks seem just the same as ever really."

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"Mmmm. Just a cycle. Rome had the same problems in it's eary of big cities." Eventually, Fenris knows, something will come and knock most of them down and it'll start over again. Probably. If humanity doesn't get off the planet first, or destroy itself.

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"Seems to me they've forgotten who they are. Americans I mean, think about it for a moment. This is an entire country made up of outlaws, adventurers and outdoorsmen really. Their conduct in the first world war was particularly telling, and it wasn't just because they were fresh."Part ashes her smoke absently. "Grim determination, every man a marksman, a tolerence for discomfort which is very admirable. Two Americans meet in a foreign country, automatically they're best friends. Anyone else, they see another countryman and they just keep on going. It was a big part why I wanted to move here back then, the idea that everyone just got on with it."

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"They still do, some places. But it's harder to find yes." Fenris has a particular fondness for America which is why he's been here for the last few hundred years. "There is always an 'America' though. The place people refuse to bow. It's not always on top of the world, but it can always be found for those willing to endure what freedom asks."

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Partisan nods softly "Too much media, all these fucking civilians walking around thinking a good speech and a smile is enough to secure peace. They're too divorced from conflict, they don't really understand the gravity of what they're complaining about. I shoot a madman and they complain I didn't shoot to -wound-, like do they not know what it means when people are talking about Germans at the gates of Rome?"

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"They don't mostly. But that's not new either." Fenris shrugs. "People have always been bad at history. That's why they keep reinventing it, and repeating it. Or at least that's an old wolf's perpective on the matter. Mortals are rather… curious things. So limited and so wonderfully ingenious at the same time."

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Partisan smirks "Well thanks for the compliment I guess, I don't get told I'm ingenious very often."She unzips her jacket for a moment to dig around, before producing a neat full color shoulder patch and offering it over. It's the wolf's skull, surrounded by simple text "Pericoloso o Fortuna". "A Dangerous Fortune", is how that might be translated into english but the phrasing is perhaps intentionally somewhat open. The same logo she painted on her gas mask, but distinctly different from the shoulder flash she was wearing that fight. "I'd offer you a more conventional calling card, but well that's not exactly my style and I doubt you want me spraypainting my logo on your coat."

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Fenris chuckles and accepts it, looking it over for a moment before placing it in his pocket. "Good fortune to you, Partisan." He offers out a small flat stone. With a norse rune carved on it. One for 'courage'. "I'm not hard to find, and i imagine you've a nose. That should help, if ever you want to."

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Partisan accepts the trade with a smile "I'll look you up if I need a god in my corner, alright? Anyway, you keep safe and well alright?"Exchanging cigarettes, before moving to head down the parkinglot.


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