You Had Me From Hello (Open)

The next few months had been spent going through the motions of establishing a sense of normalcy within the Pride. There had been the November trip arranged on short notice by Samuel to attend the wedding festivities of the illustrious rex of the Abstract. Lord was while not a snitch understood them. And was surprised that no one had managed to rat out the Rex. He was what one expected hearing him. And yet not. In person his gruff demeanor came off as carefully loving. His voice just as strong and yet there was an edge and levels to it. The way it moved was similar to the man himself. Verything up front and yet so much more not. It and he were the definition of the tip of the iceberg.



It wasn’t quite the desert get together of the powers of the Abstract but it was close. Lions from as far flung as Seattle and Miami came. The bachelor party was a thing, with drunk and near drunken conversations being had. He was able to size up the other leaders form around the country. In doing so he noticed quite a lot of similarities. To accompany the differences in height sex demeanor and skin tone. Yet the thing most obvious was each had done something amazing in their own locales. Each had done something only they could do in the area they resided.



He knew what this was and kept it to himself until the word was said. He liked the idea and could get behind it.



The wedding was another matter entirely it was truly the icing on the cake. Filled to the brim with nearly every flavor of fur and for the most part all leaders or family. Which as he thought about their rex of Rexes was one and the same. Hell, who would be ballsy enough to have an Ulfric as an honor guard and mean it. Or the fact there were Sleuth who were notoriously independent and solitary for the most part active participants. It did the heart and soul good to get away and observe others to know they were alone out on the coast but they were not by themselves. A phone call was all it would take.



Speaking with D on the return Lord went on a tear as soon as they touched down. Partially to busy himself and partially as he refused to be a debtor. He would pull his weight and the pride of LA would be a strong hand to whatever they applied themselves if the call for aid came. As such he spent an inordinate amount of time increasing the value of the Pride as a whole and turning them into a stronger version, free of the weakness that was anyone save their own sense of ethics or morality. The strong ate the weak became strong or died.



D ‘s call was answered right away as he watched the blaze smoking a handrolled jewel of a cigar. He listened asking, " Is it fresh?..." Her response coming through loud and clear. Debt Repaid, brought a chuckle quick and gone as quickly as it started. “Alright sit tight I’ll get somebody to you. Its gonna be a fuckin night into night.” He immediately began thinking of all that was necessary. Capret couches and anything else soft cloth needed to be gone. The room would need painting to insure what wasn’t cleaned would be hidden and obfuscated enough. No blood typing could be possible. The list went on and on as he gathered a few guys sending them ahead as he had a few others secure the tools and items needed. He could doctor the tapes to show the ulfric arriving and leaving as added insurance. Yeah this could work. He stopped pausing crossing himself even as he wasn’t catholic just like the imagery and said a prayer, “Ashes to ashes dust to dust. Thank god for two dead motherfcuckers I couldn’t trust.”