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In a sense, Liesl's blood is the spark igniting the conflict that brings her to Detroit. Her father spoke to her on countless occasions as she grew up about her duty to the tribe, the importance of her blood and her propagation. She understands that and doesn't resent it as one would expect a headstrong young woman to. Her father's good intentions to mate her to a good friend and fellow Get warrior was met with unexpected but passive resistance from Liesl. She avoided the warrior, stubborn as her father and recklessly seducing an 20 year-old Galliard Glass Walker who she'd met on several occasions. It wasn't meant to become something long-term or deeply romantic (or by any means to reproduce); instead simply to prove her independence. She was quite scarce around her father for a few months, had a dangerous fling until the night less than a week previous to the day of her arrival in Detroit when her father learned of the entanglement. Needless to say he was displeased. | In a sense, Liesl's blood is the spark igniting the conflict that brings her to Detroit. Her father spoke to her on countless occasions as she grew up about her duty to the tribe, the importance of her blood and her propagation. She understands that and doesn't resent it as one would expect a headstrong young woman to. Her father's good intentions to mate her to a good friend and fellow Get warrior was met with unexpected but passive resistance from Liesl. She avoided the warrior, stubborn as her father and recklessly seducing an 20 year-old Galliard Glass Walker who she'd met on several occasions. It wasn't meant to become something long-term or deeply romantic (or by any means to reproduce); instead simply to prove her independence. She was quite scarce around her father for a few months, had a dangerous fling until the night less than a week previous to the day of her arrival in Detroit when her father learned of the entanglement. Needless to say he was displeased. | ||
− | Mikel is in the awkward position of needing to a) salvage his reputation (bruised at the hand of his daughter, no less!), b) deal fairly but decisively, and visibly with his daughter's unacceptable behavior and choices, c) get her away from the Glass Walker ('Alias') while trying not to give in to the impulse to murder the young Glass Walker, and d) recognize that his daughter has inherited a good portion of his swagger (proud of that as he may be, he has to both protect her from behaving so recklessly, while making sure she learns how to balance her place in the larger scheme of Garou in general). | + | Mikel is in the awkward position of needing to a) salvage his reputation (bruised at the hand of his daughter, no less!), b) deal fairly but decisively, and visibly with his daughter's unacceptable behavior and choices, c) get her away from the Glass Walker ('Alias', aka Feeds Bullets) while trying not to give in to the impulse to murder the young Glass Walker, and d) recognize that his daughter has inherited a good portion of his swagger (proud of that as he may be, he has to both protect her from behaving so recklessly, while making sure she learns how to balance her place in the larger scheme of Garou in general). |
So, this leads to Liesl being sent off with a curt set of instructions, (rules even!) to Detroit of all places. Away from the culture and society, the sheer electricity and carefully built network of contacts and allies in New York, and away from her father's pack. She is not pleased. But for every expressionless, evenly spoken word from her father, she knew she had made this bed for herself. At least, she'll remind herself, she didn't have to mate with that old packmate of her father's who always smelled of sauerkraut, thought body noises were a meaningful measure of moods, and kin were little more than domesticated beasts. | So, this leads to Liesl being sent off with a curt set of instructions, (rules even!) to Detroit of all places. Away from the culture and society, the sheer electricity and carefully built network of contacts and allies in New York, and away from her father's pack. She is not pleased. But for every expressionless, evenly spoken word from her father, she knew she had made this bed for herself. At least, she'll remind herself, she didn't have to mate with that old packmate of her father's who always smelled of sauerkraut, thought body noises were a meaningful measure of moods, and kin were little more than domesticated beasts. |
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