Sept Assembly: April 2017

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It is currently 18:57 Pacific Time on Wed Apr 26 2017.

Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly sunny today. The temperature is 54 degrees Fahrenheit (12 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the west at 17 mph, with gusts up to 24 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.90 and rising, and the relative humidity is 57 percent. The dewpoint is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius.) For more detail, see: http://www.wunderground.com/cgi-bin/findweather/getForecast?query=98501

Currently the moon is in the waxing New (Ragabash) Moon phase (4% full).

Bawn: The Sept Compound(#2075RAM)

Sweeping branches of evergreen pines form a sort of natural roof overshadowing most of this clearing. In the center is a fire pit with several old logs polished from use for seats. A separate stack of firewood is discreetly piled up at the base of an old spruce, protected from the damp by a tarp. At the edge of the clearing and extending back a bit into the woods resides a rough wooden structure with a slate tile roof. A stone slab rests off to one side of the clearing in a place of some prominence. Nestled in among the pines are a few hardy perennials--red alder, quaking aspen, and a big leaf maple or two--that, come spring, will create a profusion of color in the clearing.

It isn't an easy thing to spot the silver and black fox as he slips into the clearing, not with the moon so very small. He doesn't quite breach the edge of the firelight, though his eyes do catch and reflect flickers of it. However, for those with more sensitive noses, he seems to have purposefully entered upwind, and he settles onto his haunches out in the open, ears pricked high.

The Warder is making her way to the compound as well, humming in her throat with a guitar strapped to her back. She spies Thane in the distance and closes in on him with a smile, lifting a hand to wave in his direction.

Salem arrives in wolf form, though quickly enough shifts back to homid once he's arrived. Unsmiling, the young halfmoon parks himself against one of the bordering trees, leaning with hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie.

Nolan comes wandering in from the south, wearing the grin that Salem lacks. He nods to a few, runs a hand back through his hair, and finds a spot near the path from which to lean against a tree.

Slug carries himself along at a leisurely pace, chomping and smacking gum that flashes bright pink between his lips. He holds in his off hand a beat-up length of metal tipped in a pointed spade, a bit of duct tape wrapped around its center. It might well be mistaken for a spear at range, but upon closer inspection... it looks suspiciously like a bit of discarded fencing. It hits the ground with every step, the weighty thump of cheap metal.

Avenges-the-Past trots in from the general direction of the Fury House, the smallish wolf finding a spot in relatively close proximity to Yael to settle down and make herself comfortable for what is to come.

"Hello, Yael." Thane says to the Strider as she makes her arrival. There's an added tilt of his head in her direction before he sees Alicia on approach and gives her a nod as well. The fox isn't noticed nearly so quickly. It's a few minutes before his lone eye catches the glint of firelight on the fox's eye. In turn the remaining Garou are noted - mostly thanks to Slug's noise. "Well, I wouln't keep anyone long. This is mostly just for us to touch base and alert anyone to things going on."

Salem's expression lightens maybe a hair when he spots Slug, though he doesn't wave to or otherwise outwardly greet his packmate.

Yael draws one knee up to her chest and drapes her arms around it after pushing her headscarf back an inch or two, although not all the way down. "As it seems to have become," Yael says, "I am staying around-- for the time being, despite all intentions that I might have had to take the road again." There's a half a grin, not quite a full one. "I've already spoken with Thane and such things, and will remain where I have been staying at the Fury house." Her lips twist, and this isn't quite a smile anymore. "So for now, this is home."

Pack> Kavi leaks anxiety through the pack link at you all. And excitement. And anxiety.

Pack> Slug says, after a time, "Why does it feel like I'm going to a prom?

The fox's nose lifts, sniffing for a moment as he appears to scan the gathered Garou. He then offers in perfectly clear Mother's Tongue (he's a fox, it's not at all clear how he manages this), ~Spotted a strange creature near Kent's Crossing. Some sort of very angry, very mobile, very Wyrm tainted plant life. But there were Garou nearby, so it was taken care of.~

Pack> Salem deadpans, "I don't know. Why /does/ it feel like you're going to a prom?"

Slug takes note of a few familiar faces, his eyes ticking from Salem, to Ali, to Yael, and then to the fox. His fingers twitch toward the tips, as if he were ruffling an invisible fluffball. He inhales, settles his second hand on his rod, and leans on it, listening as attentively and lazily as he can.

Pack> Kavi leaks a momentary flash of embarrassment. "I'm sorry."

Pack> Slug says "Don't you feel that feeling?" Slug directions at Salem. "Hahrum? Sorry for that?"

"Well, the sept is glad to have you." Thane says to Yael and sounds genuine about it even to a faint but present smile. It fades once he hears what Turtle has to say. "Alicia and I encountered a fomor in the city. At least to my eyes that's what it was, they're pretty universally foul. Unfortunately it ended up disappearing down into the sewers. So, the city Garou should keep an extra eye open. It took down a man in one of the alleys off Elson."

"What /kind/ of fomor?" Salem asks, sounding a mite testy. "A description would be helpful to know what we're expected to keep an eye out for."

~As someone who's been down there on occasion,~ the fox murrs, ~I don't really recommend a visit.~ One ear twists toward Salem, then back to Thane. There's no need to be familiar with fox body language to tell that he's interested in the answer.

Nolan's focus follows the fox, a flash of surprise, quickly schooled into submission, as he listens to the smaller shifter speak. The information seems to be absorbed a beat late, like when the sound and video are out of synch, but he nods, acceptance, after, and like Salem, he seems more curious about the fomor still moving around.

The Strider nods, and taps her fingers against her knee a few times as she listens. Her brows furrow a bit, but for the moment Yael remains silent.

Pack> Salem says, distractedly (and a mite testily), "You're fine, Kavi. Nothing to be sorry for."

Avenges-the-Past might not make it into the city terribly often, and then mostly for library runs, but she still appears curious about this fomor. The tainted plants are somewhat closer at hand, so she's likewise attentive when those are spoken of. More things to keep watch for while patrolling and caring for the bawn.

"Not so easy to make out much in the way of details." Thane remarks. "Looked like a bum at first glance, but covered in trash but almost to a ridiculous extent. Foul smelling, incredibly so. Dark eyes and sharp teeth. Typical rot and maggots you'd expect from the sort. Easy enough to maybe miss at an extended glance but never up close."

Slug twitches slightly at the mention of the sewers, the way that a dog might wake from a half-sleep at 'bath-tub' or 'vet'. His tongues flashes across his teeth and he grumbles, shifting from foot to foot, and gradually settles back into tense silence.

Salem's nose wrinkles. He nods, though he doesn't look entirely satisfied.

Nolan rubs at his chin. "Anything else we should know?"

The fox settles, apparently having nothing more to add at the moment.

"He was fucking strong." Alicia says as she rubs her nose with her hand, then slips the guitar out in front of her. "Took a shot from me in glabro, then picked me up and threw me like a baseball."

"Not that Glabro is ideal, but city and all." Thane remarks with a faint shrug and a look that isn't satisfied either. "It'll do with some investigation. I'd /like/ to see these sewers properly looked into as well but the stories make it sound like we'll need an army."

The fox's ears twist. ~They're a place you're not expected to be, so Wolves attract a unique level of attention,~ he states. ~Otherwise it's what you'd expect. Fomori, banes, vampires at one point, though I wouldn't be shocked if there were still some down there. Other things.~

"It'd take a full Sept effort to clear it," Salem says, "and then a full-Sept effort to patrol and /keep/ it clear. Resources we don't have, and frankly never have had."

"You don't need an army, you need..." Slug drums his fingers on the rod in his hand, taking a deep breath. "There are places in the world that are just dangerous to things they don't belong, that don't know. The jungle. The wrong street at night. Going into the sewers from downtown is a bad idea, if you do check'em out, you should work the edges first." Looking at Thomas, he clears his throat and says, "Ratkin." A beat. "Maybe."

"Even if we cleared it," Nolan offers. "I imagine it would take consistent oversight to keep it clear, Ne?"

"As much as I figured." Thane says to Turtle with Salem's words just reinforcing a shallow frown. "And certainly nothing we can afford to do right now. All we can be glad for is they haven't caused us trouble. Speaking of trouble, Nolan..." The Ahroun turns to look to the Fianna. "Any word yet on talking to that rock?"

Turtle offers no visible reaction to Slug's glance and words, beyond a brief glance of his own. His attention turns almost immediately back to the Sept Alpha.

Nolan lifts both hands in a gesture of mock helplessness. "Ragabash, not theurge. I found where it is, though. Just need a group big enough to wake it up and a theurge experienced enough to make it happen."

Salem shifts his weight, frowning, and rubs his chin.

"Understandable." Thane says with a wave of his hand to Nolan. "Decide on a time to go and ensure the sept knows. If you don't have a volunteer Theurge or two a few days before you're ready to go, let me know and I'll see that at least one is voluntold. More than one if required."

"I'll be more than happy to accompany you as well, and I am sure I can convince Dakota to attend. She has a way of making friends with difficult spirits." Alicia says as she strums on her guitar gently with her fingers, plucking along the notes.

The fox looks from Garou to Garou now. He stays quiet.

"I've been told I have rocks in my head." Slug says, snapping his gum. "Maybe it would like me."

Nolan gives a nod to Thane, but then cracks up at Slug. "You're more than welcome," he says.

"Just keep me in the loop." Thane says to Nolan before he rolls his shoulders back to crack a joint. "Anyone else have anything they need to bring up or have concerns about?"

Avenges-the-Past has nothing to bring forward herself, but she does give a quick look to the others gathered to see if any of them might have more to add.

Slug flashes a wane smile, then shrugs his shoulders. "A few Garou'n me fought a corrupted spirit on the Bawn," Slug says. "Tugged me into the Umbra with it. Looked like a large burrowing thing, like a badger, or something like that, but, uh... nothing special, that. Just sad."

"Well, at least nothing too abnormal going on." Thane remarks to Slug. "Alicia and the Guardians can make sure to keep a closer eye out though. But otherwise, if that's all, I wouln't keep you. I'm sure everyone has other things to get to."

Nolan looks up toward the sliver of moon. "I'll head out when the moon's a bit bigger. If you want to join me, let me know." He shrugs, and stuffs his hands in the pocket of his hoodie before turning to head back the way he came.

Avenges-the-Past chuffs a farewell to those gathered, then turns to head back into the woods.

Turtle gives himself a shake, then turns to trot off.

Slug shakes his head about something or another, and waves his bit of junk at Salem. He offers his alpha a short bow, then turns and slinks off into the woods, only moderately suspiciously.

Salem returns the bow with a vague wave, then heads off in a different direction.