<@Dreol> [Southeastern Ireland, January 5th 6:00 AM, 1262] <@Dreol> [The group has stopped for the day in a large cave, most of them have fallen asleep, but Victoria sits against of the walls, still awake. She has managed to find a shirt that actually fits her now, and she is idly sharpening her dagger against one of the rocks.] <@Dreol> [Start.] 06* Rolf growls slightly as he sits against a wall himself, unballing his hands and opening his eyes to look over at Victoria. He looks a bit tired himself, but shakes it off to say, lowly, "You screwed up your courage to fly 'cross the fire right quick, didn't you?" <@Dreol> [Victoria shrugs. "I felt like I had to make up for getting torched by that numpty in mid-air earlier."] (numpty?) <@Dreol> (Scottish slang for idiot) (sou) <@Dreol> (I wanted something that wasn't just idiot) 06* Rolf lets out a low chuckle, then offers, "I wasn't expecting a ball of fire out of nowhere either, when I asked." <@Dreol> (Been playing enough Mass Effect that I wanted to call him a Borshtat) <@Dreol> [She nods. "Yeah... That was bloody crazy, him being immune to fire and all that. Glad you guys could take him down... wish I coulda helped more." She stabs the knife into the rock wall behind her then takes it out and shrugs and starts sharpening it again.] 06* Rolf shrugs a little and says, "Fire's a funny thing. If ya were worried 'bout me thinkin' less of ya for it, though... you didn't need to fly over the flames." He scratches the back of his head for a short moment, then adds, "But it sure made it clear not to." <@Dreol> [She nods. "Well I figured Eliana couldn't've lifted that heavy stone lid all by herself anyway... I mean... she's smart 'n all that, but she's no Gangrel."] 06* Rolf snorts and says, with a grin, "No she ain't." There's a small pause as the grin fades, then he adds, "Uh, next time, though, goin' one at a time'd be safer. It's like climbin': you can't catch people if they're fallin' everywhere." <@Dreol> [She grins and chuckles. "Aw, Rolf... didn't know I worried you so much."] 06* Rolf lets out a shorter laugh as the head scratching returns, then he replies, "Hey, you're part of the pack... It's my job to bring you all back, 'long with whatever other stupid thing Mithras wants this year." <@Dreol> [Her smile widens some. "He does send us out fetching things for him an awful lot for a guy who is supposed to have so much power."] 06* Rolf laughs a bit and says, "High clan sorts... lots of people listen to 'em, but they can't stand dirty nails. 'least human kings get out onto the field of battle now and again." <@Dreol> [She snickers. "Yeah... Well, at least you all stood up to those high clanners when you were accused of murder. No one expected you to survive that year."] 06* Rolf chuckles a little and thinks back. "Yeah... kinda came out of the blue. Guess that made the party tolerable for everyone else." <@Dreol> [She nods. "I wasn't there, but I heard about it... even in Yorkshire. And now you're one of Mithras' lead generals in this war. Doing pretty well for yourself, Rolf." She grins.] 06* Rolf grins back, then says, "The things ya can't imagine before ya become immortal. Or after." He scratches his head, then says, "Brujah want to turn on humanity, then maybe the Gangrel should step forward n'protect god n'nature." Wanna ally with demons, then I've no problem standin' astride the path. <@Dreol> [She laughs. "Now you're sounding like one of our clan elders, Rolf. Careful; You keep talkin' like that and they might put you in some political position."] 06* Rolf shrugs a little and leans back. "It's nothin' like that. I guess... someone'll probably want to do it 'ventually. Maybe I need to make some sorta scene n'keep it from happenin'..." <@Dreol> [She sheaths her dagger and grins. "That's something that you're pretty good at."] 06* Rolf licks his lips and grins at that. Maybe he shouldn't. "Shoulda slammed the, uh, Baali down on the table. Carried it back somehow." <@Dreol> [She nods. "Would have caused a scene for sure... " She drags her nail in a circle idly around a stone on the ground. "Hey. Thanks for taking me with ya through all this. Beats having to attend court and listen to all the talkies do their thing. Though, admittedly, we had to do some of that in Paris."] 06* Rolf waves a paw at her and says, "Ya proved yourself, like the rest of 'em. Ya know how to handle yourself." A small grin. "And ain't no gangrel should have to sit 'round when there's a world out there." <@Dreol> [She nods. "Well, I appreciate it, anyway... You find all the good fights." She chuckles.] 06* Rolf hehs a little. "I'm sure you found some of your own in yer time." <@Dreol> [She grins her big fangy grin. "Yeah, well... Yorkshire is a bit less bori- er 'civilized' than London, so there are more fights to find, but I'm fine with being sent down into the city. Wouldn't've met you otherwise--and I certainly wouldn't have found myself invading a city run by an antediluvian if I hadn't."] 06* Rolf nods a little. "Yeah, I've been through Yorkshire a few times." <@Dreol> [She nods and pushes herself onto her back, placing her hands behind her head. "So... what do you think'll happen next? You know... after we tell Mithras what we found out?"] 06* Rolf shrugs a little, then offers, "I... guess we'll head to the Vatican. More scoutin', unless Mithras has some high clan friends there to do it already. " <@Dreol> [She nods. "Yeah... There's a lot to worry about now, huh? There's Moloch, and some sort of ritual and the damn Carthaginians..."] 06* Rolf snorts and says, "And I bet they're still havin' parties in Paris every night." <@Dreol> [She chuckles. "Don't know if they know how to do anything else."] <@Dreol> [Oh and Mini end.]