17482/Twin Coyotes

Twin Coyotes
Date of Scene:	24 March 2024
Location:	Mercy's Garage
Synopsis:	Blue shows up at Mercy's garage to talk shop.
Cast of Characters:	Blue GhostEyes, Mercy Thompson

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Blue GhostEyes has posed:
Blue's nephew really needs his van. Mostly to haul his Auntie around when she's injured or worse but he also does all the shopping and transportation for the elderly people on their street. Blue can fix her Honda shadow and most other bikes of that time period but cars and vans are pretty much beyond her abilities. After calling around she found two garages. The woman isn't at all sure why she chose the one she did. It just felt right. She has no idea of the surprise she's in for when she pulls into the corner lot. She's happy to see Central Park is nearby. Maybe she can go for a run.

Musing about that run and maybe some hotdogs, maybe some rabbits! Blue isn't paying as much attention as she ought to be. It's a garage, seen one, seen them all. There's a lot of strong smells in this kind of place too and while there are certain scents she's always on the look out for, coyote isn't one of them. The Shoshone woman is wearing a pair of hiking boots and blue jeans, a purple flannel shirt. Close inspection by one with certain abilities would reveal that she's wearing a set of leather holsters in an X formation across her back and chest and several knives and daggers are attached to them. Silver flasks adorn her hips and one appears to be tucked into her boots.

She's awfully pale for an Indian when she pops out of the vanagon and slams the door shut. "I hate driving that thing.." She'd whiteknuckled her way from the Bronx, trying not to kill herself or anyone else. Breathing slowly to calm herself, Blue finally looks up and around. "I hope this place is open." She really should have checked that!

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Since it is Sunday, the garage is not open. Sunday is the day of the week Mercy usually takes for herself. She goes on 'runs' and almost always goes to church. She bakes sometimes, and maybe will work on a personal project in the garage. Though that's a rarer case however.

    There are a few cars in the lot out front, almost all are German make of course. The lights to the office and garage are dark. The sign on the door does have the hours, but there is also a drop box into the brick wall. A place someone can drop their keys using a provided plastic envelope if they want to leave a car for when Mercy opens the shop.

    That said the woman is home, Mercy is upstairs stairs having just changed after church earlier. Right now she's in the kitchen and baking away. She hears the door slam in her yard but more importantly she pauses in savoring the scents of her own cookies. She knows most sounds for her regulars and heard a voice she doesn't know. She will head to a window and peek to see who is there. Eyes going over the woman in the front yard. Something.. tickles at Mercy's awareness as she rubs her eyes and sniffs. She feels rarely territorial for a moment and is trying to figure out what is going on and who this woman is. Though the fact she just got out of a vanagon can guess WHY she is here. She wipes her hands on a towel, checks the timer on her oven and will see about heading for the door and stepping into the landing at the top of her stairs. She doesn't call out right away, Mercy just watching and wanting a sense of the woman.

Blue GhostEyes has posed:
Blue looks around, her color returning the longer she's out of the driver's seat of that damned monstrosity of a van. Her head tilts and not hearing any garagey sounding noises she curses vehemently in four different languages. One at least hasn't been spoken in about seven hundred years. "So much for that instinct..I should have just.." And then she freezes and slowly turns.

The hairs on the back of her neck are standing up and she feels as if she's being watched. Blue's eyes are.. different. The irises are two colors split vertically. The usual dark brown of a Native American on one side and a pale glaciel blue on the other. Despite that she doesn't appear to be of mixed race. One hand reaches for a hidden blade but then she stops and laughs at herself, albeit slightly uneasily. It's broad daylight on a.. "Oh it's fucking Sunday." Blue covers her face with a palm. "No wonder it's quiet." She gives up on looking for who is watching her, figuring it's someone finding amusement at her plight. She would be if she were watching this unfold after all.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    The languages catch Mercy's ears. She tries her best to place them as she continues to watch the woman, to figure out what is making her eyes... itch a little. She pushes the sensation away and puts on her best friendly and business smile. No teeth of course, you don't smile with teeth when you grow up around werewolves. That is challenging and threatening. It's when the woman reaches for something that Mercy gets her posture a little different and warry.

    Figuring it's is best to be polite Mercy calls out, "I am not open on Sundays. But if you want to drop it off, you can." She makes sure she has the means to go for cover. Then she catches a whiff of something. That has Mercy's eyes widen just for a moment. "Is that a '69 or a 70 you got there?

Blue GhostEyes has posed:
Startled from silently cursing herself out, Blue drops her hand and looks up. "It's a sixty-nine. My nephew said something about cooling problems but I wasn't..paying..attention." She draws the last two words out slowly. She wasn't paying attention pulling in here and getting out earlier either and that might have been a mistake. Her nostrils flare obviously to someone who'd know to look as she tries to catch Mercy's scent.

Blue can recofnize her wariness and that she's staying where she has cover. This puzzles her for a moment but there's really only a few reasons she can imagine for that to be so. "Uhm. I just wanna get fixed. It's no problem to drop it off. I'm not here to cause any problems." Blue scowls at the Vanagon for a second. "I'd give you the keys but that is also a thing.. he's been using a screw driver to start it. It's in there." Great Creator but she prefers her bike or her own feet. "I'm Blue. Blue GhostEyes." She smiles at Mercy then adds. "Shoshone." Currently anyway.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy is elevated, so it may be harder for Blue to catch the woman's scent fresh. However, this is where Mercy lives and works, so her scent is EVERYWHERE around here. The fact that there is also something very animal that lives here, besides the adorable snub nosed cat that is near Mercy's feet should be pretty easy to pick up. "Do you have a title to prove it is legal? I have to report it if that car is stolen and that can get you in trouble." Clearly offering the woman an 'out' if she needs to. Mercy isn't here to cause problems for others, but she won't risk her business either.

    The black braided mechanic tries to relax her posture, "One second." She goes into her home, picks up a coat, and a hand gun she keeps around. Then steps back out, gun in the small holster tucked behind the back. Coming down the stairs she answer, "Mercy Thompson. This is my shop, and I'm half Black Foot but I didn't grow up with any tribe." Trying to forestall an awkward conversation. "I had a friend who mentioned Blue not too long ago. Specifically that name in fact." Mercy is clearly watching the woman and making lots of eye contact. She's also aware of the 'space' that Blue reached for earlier, even if she can't quiet see what is there.

Blue GhostEyes has posed:
Blue eyes the van with a look of hate. "Who'd steal this piece of.." She sighs. "The title is in the glove box. It's in my name since my nephew wasn't old enough to drive when he got it and now he is but his mom would sell it in a second so.." She shrugs. Blue is a lot of things, afraid of something new or unusual isn't any of those things. She's curious now. Really curious. In the guise of kneeling to tie her boot she tilts her head so it's not obvious and sniffs the ground. Those stranges eyes widen and Blue falls back onto her butt in the parking lot with a stunned expression.

'No way. Just no effing' way.' She thinks. 'Gotta be a wild coyote around here, right?' She's never, in all her years and many many many, many! lives come across another like herself. Well no, Morgan is actually but his otherself is different and the boy is from South America. Blue is still sitting when Mercy returns, a stunned expression still on her face. Her eyes widen again when Mercy mentions someone mentioned her. Must be her new aquaintences.

When she sees where Mercy's eyes are going, it's a combination of that surprise on top of everything else that causes Blue to drop the illusion hiding her blades and their holster. "Sorry. I just.. can't really walk around the street like that. I mean you can but you'd get arrested. Or challenged by some dipshit with more bravado than sense or.." Blue stops as she realizes she's babbling. Holy shit. She doesn't babble. She also isn't used to be quite so shocked though. "I'm a private eye. It get's dangerous. I don't use a gun though. I grew up in a time way before those existed." An admission she'd rarely make but again usually.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Classic," offers Mercy as to the van's situation with a wry grin. "Hey not to many like that around, and I like looking after these classics. If you want I can take a look at her tomorrow and see what the deal is." Mercy is here to run a business, even if she has a lot of questions she wants to ask this woman right now.

    When the woman falls back Mercy steps up and offers a hand, cautiously. "I don't know about that. Though there has been one seen in Harlem at times, or even the park." Mercy doesn't like lying but she knows the value of being careful. "The question is how do YOU know about that, unless your nose is as sharp as mine maybe? Do you own a pet coyote yourself?"

    Once the illusion drops she hesitates but then Mercy will shake her head. "Just made my eyes... itch or something. I saw you reach to empty space, but couldn't see what was there. I get it. You can hide it long as you are here for car work and not trouble." Mercy smiles and says matter of factly ,"I'm armed as well. I am not that old but some friends I know are. So what was it you were speaking earlier, and may I just be blunt and ask what you are? Besides a P.I. of course." The hand stays out offering an assist to stand.

Blue GhostEyes has posed:
"I would great appreciate that. A lot of people depend on that thing." Blue glances at the Vanagon again. She does like the shade of blue it is and.. "It is pretty cool when you ain't gotta drive it. I just prefer my bike." Blue takes Mercy's hand and gets to her feet. Despite her shock, she finds the question amusing. Her thoughts go back to that night in the cemetary not so very long ago when she took a leap of faith and received a new lease on life thanks to a chance encounter with an extraordinary young man.

Blue snickers a bit. "Not exactly." She removes the holsters and tosses them in the van since those are important and she doesn't want them lost in the nether or whever the hell her shit goes. She also adds three, no, four flasks hidden about her person to the pile. "No trouble." Blue steps back a few paces and in the time it takes to blink she's gone an a coyote that is larger than a wolf is in her blace. The same piercing eyes but her fur is a bit unusual too, none of the usual red and russet browns. Some are like that though. Or they used to be.

Another blink and Blue is back though her clothing has changed. Her boots are now moccasins, her jeans are black leggings and the flannel shirt is an authentic Sioux buckskin beaded dress. "What..." She glances at her clothes and rolls her eyes. "I have no control over what clothes I'm in when I shift back. Nor do I know where the ones I'm wearing go. They do come back on at some point but if I got my phone or weapons or whatever on me, those just disappear." Blue sighs. "I know what I can do, part of which I just showed you. What I am? I have no idea. Aside from pretty old and semi immortal."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy's eyes follow every move that Blue makes, the mechanic still on her guard with the heterochromatic eyed native. She does quick scan when the coyote appears, far larger then a normal breed, and then the clothes are different too. "Um... wow."

     It is now Mercy's turn to be a bit stunned. "If that's magic, I'm glad it worked. I sometimes mess magic up if I'm around it. Though you're pretty big for the breed aren't you? Or did all coyotes used to be larger?" She rubs at the back of her neck, the motion pushes one of Mercy's braids behind her shoulder. Semi-immortal must be pretty nice to have, teaching in history could be fun if you lived it." Mercy takes a long deep breath.

    "Here. I'll get your keys and put them in the lock box in the office. I don't want to stay there and make people think I am open. But I'm sure we can talk for a bit." Mercy nods to the door and will head to open the door. "You want to come in?"

Blue GhostEyes has posed:
Blue nods. "Yeah, definitely bigger. Dunno why." She considers. "Huh. So if I hang around you I might show up naked.. good to know." She grins. "I mean, a lot of things used to be larger but that was thousands of years ago. I'm only about one thousand. As far as I can tell. What little I remember of my parents is that they were human though my father was a Shaman. I was too. A very respected on because I was what they called tainna wa'ippe, a person with both a man and woman's soul in the same body. It was only later after my first death I found out how true that was."

Blue follows Mercy. "Sure, thanks." Her thoughts are filled with what little she remembers of her parents and that first life. "I wasn't their birth child. They woke up one morning and found me in the bushes nearby. I dunno if I had real parents that could do what I do or if I was.. made or what. It's just how it is." She hasn't ever spent a lot of time wondering because what would be the point? If she were made and no one told her then they didn't want her to know and why would she care about someone or something that abandoned her anyway.

"It's.. useful. I still die. It still hurts. A whole helluva lot sometimes and I forget things, lose memories, lives, people. If the damage is too bad to heal I come back in a different body and even if I remember who I was before I have to leave an start all over cause there's no way to explain that."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy waits to be in the office before she speaks too much. "Yeah well I don't have hammer space for my clothing. I have to get it off and on the old fashioned way. Then again I don't loose things either, so some good some bad I guess?" When in the office Mercy goes toward the back and starts to open up a sort of wall vault and gets ready to tag and put the keys there. "Ah so not as old as my one friend then. But still pretty respectable if you are a 'true' Millennial." A wide grin coming to her face with the age joke.

    "I clearly got my situation from my father's side of the family. But he died before even knowing that mom was pregnant. So not exactly strong family ties on that side for me. You are the first I met that seems to favor a Coyote and not a wolf, even if clearly we're not the same." The last making Mercy a bit sad. She LOVE to meet another Walker. Get some damn answers. Even just some clues.

    "Sounds a bit like that one alien race in Star Trek. I forget their name but they get like different hosts and lives. Friend made me binge the show with them once." She shrugs a bit and asks, "Do I use Blue Ghosteyes for the name on the paperwork here? Do you need me to not do some paperwork or file extra if you're born from a Reservation? I can't say I have a lot of experience with this."

Blue GhostEyes has posed:
Blue snorts in amusement at the joke. She turns serious and admits "I was so surprised I fell on my ass out there. I've encountered all kinds of shifters and weres and whatnot but never another person who could go coyote like me. At least, I don't remember having done so and the really important things like that usually either stick with me or come back to me later. My nephew is the only other shifter I've met that can change instantly but he kinda adopted me and he himself was rescued from a warlord's camp in south America. He turns into a big ass panther."
% Blue eyes Mercy with an expression of understanding. She might have given up on knowing the why or the who a long time ago but understands the wanting to know where you came from or whom. She laughs though at the mention of Star Trek.

"Yeah. A little. My ID is legit." Okay it's totally forged but forged so well that it's legit. You find good contacts for that kinda thing when you have her kind of problems. "And I'm a member of the Fort Hall's Res out in Idaho." Though the parents listed are obviouly not hers, they are also dead so it's not like anyone can prove otherwise. "You find lots of ways to make do when you're like me. Make all kinds of interesting contacts." Blue grins.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Yeah I'm not a were. I tend to call myself a 'Walker' for short but not a Skinwalker because that has all kinds of bad connotations. But I was shifting naturally when I was a baby in a crib still." Mercy shrugs about that as there isn't more to say, "I change about as fast as you if I saw what happened correctly."

    Mercy gets to work on the paperwork really quick to have it to go with the keys she has. Setting it into the 'Pending' side of her papers for tomorrows problem. "I'm sure. I have had to do some of that, but not nearly as long." She motions to the door once that bit of paperwork is done. "Okay. That takes care of that, and I made a note about the coolant." She will try to get them both back out of the office. "I want to be in here as little as possible on my day off. Also I got something in the oven."

Blue GhostEyes has posed:
Blue visibly shudders. "You do not want to run into one of those things." She nods and moves after Mercy. "Right, it's Sunday. Sorry about that. I'm adjusting to spending half the week at home and half in Gotham with my fella. I totally forgot what day it is. I don't want to take up any more time from your day off." Blue smiles. "Just give me a call when the thing is ready.." She laughs. "That is what he calls it "The Thing." and I'll come get it. Hopefully it isn't a big problem." So weird to finally have met someone sort of like herself. "It was good to meet you Mercy." Blue smiles. She'll get her knives and flasks back on and then start walking. It's only about six miles and while her clothes might draw some looks, Blue doesn't care. "I look forward to seeing you again!" She waves and starts off down the road after leaving the lot.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "I got your number and never do work before I get the okay and give an estimate on the cost to you. But I do my best to make it as cheap as I can," promises Mercy. "Don't worry about it. It was a little thing and just because I like vanagons I wanted to do my best to be sure it is kept safe."

    She offers a small wave, "likewise Miss Ghosteyes. Enjoy the city and if you want some top tier chicken, that you don't hunt yourself that is, go about four blocks north. You will find it easy with your nose. Good eats, nice people. See you later." With that Mercy will watch Blue leave before she heads back to her kitchen and her baking treats.