It is currently 07:02 Pacific Time on Wed Mar 24 2004.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 43 degrees
Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the
south at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.80 and rising, and
the relative humidity is 93 percent. The dewpoint is 41 degrees
Fahrenheit (5 degrees Celsius.)
Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (21% full).
Farmhouse: Kitchen and Dining Room
Homey is the first word to come to mind when looking at the farmhouse's
kitchen. Dark, wood-paneled wainscoting covers the walls to about waist
height, dark beige wallpaper continuing to the ceiling. Twin
refrigerators occupy the north wall, facing the large six-burner stove on
the south. The kitchen counter runs the length of the eastern wall,
broken only by the double-basin sink. Cabinets run above and below the
counter and a twin-pane window is set in the wall above the sink. A small
pantry is set into an alcove alongside the refrigerators, presumably
holding the deep freezer as well as shelves of dry goods.
Some twelve feet above the floor, a large chandelier hangs from the ceiling,
lighting the dining room and casting long shadows over the bar to the
kitchen. A long table occupies the center of the dining room, three
chairs setting along each side, and one on each end. On the west wall, a
large window looks out on the trees alongside the western pasture. Set
into the north wall is a large cabinet, its glass doors closed on shelves
containing a full compliment of fine china and glassware as well as a few
decorative nicknacks. On the east, a wide bar separates the dining room
from the kitchen.
An opening in the southern wall allows passage to the front entryway of the
house, while a sliding glass door in the kitchen opens to a clearing
behind the house.
Flash comes stumbling in through the back door, yawning fit to split his skull
in twain and scratching at mussy, hay-entangled hair.
He's tall but gawky, a rail-thin, bit-over-six-foot beanpole with dark
blond hair that's almost brown and muddy blue eyes that usually are
forced to peer out from behind overlong bangs. While he's not out-and-out
ugly, his youthful, nerdish features are not particularly handsome,
either, and depending on what he's wearing he looks to be anywhere from
his late teens to his mid-twenties. His tenor voice, which tends to rise
in octave when he's worked up, has an accent that's hard to pin down.
He's wearing a white t-shirt with a faded SCCU logo underneath a baggy
green and blue flannel shirt, worn open. Both are untucked, the tails
hanging over a pair of red jeans that are a bit faded and have a small
tear in the left cuff. Except for the cowboy boots with the shiny,
pointy, metal toes, he'd look the very image of early-nineties Seattle
grunge, and if he tried to buy beer he'd be carded for certain.
Joey is clomping down the stairs and about to enter the kitchen, when she stops
to look around first. Hoping, upon hope, that the creepy ape-man guy
isn't around. Flash is spotted and she lets out a loud, "Hey! I know you!
Light saber boy!"
A dark haired teenager with the beginnings of maturity in her eyes. She stands
at a modest 5'2" and is of average build; neither skinny as a twig, nor
plump in any fashion. A line of fading freckles saddles over her nose,
blending in with the darker hue of her skintone. Her hair has a natural
wave to it and hangs down past her shoulders, and her eyes are a rather
plain brown.
She often has a bounce to her step and a smile on her face. Her eyes are warm
and filled with a look of contentment and happiness, though also quite
alert of her surroundings.
Flash winces, not hungover, just not quite awake yet, and rubs his eyes. He
squints at Joey and then, recognizing her, smiles wanly and gives a
little wave. "And you're the kid who lied about the faggot-farm."
Joey chuckles, waving a hand off, "It was an amusing fib, cmon. It was funny.
You're just sad it wasn't true." She grins, "So you are uh, family then?"
Flash pulls out a chair and drops into it, his jaw cracking open into another
yawn. Even though it's doubtful that he's shaved, there's not much
stubble to be seen. "...Yeah. Flash, alias the Shit-Eater. Mule scum.
Ragabash of the Stargazers."
Joey frowns a bit at this. "Those sound like shitty names. Geez, hope I don't
get ones like that. I'm Joey, Ragabash. Uh, Olga calls me White-Face and
ain't got no tribe yet."
Flash rolls his head back a bit. "Shitty names for a shitty man. 'White-Face'?"
Joey puts her hands up, as if she were stuck into a box. "Street performer.
Mime really, but that gets some funny looks sometimes." Her smile doesn't
fade though, "Why are you a shitty man? You seem pretty cool, amusing
even, to me."
Flash leans forward, resting his elbows on the table and his chin on his fists,
and looks at Joey through half-lidded eyes and overlong bangs.
"Appearances are inherently deceptive. You're a mime?" He seems
interested rather than incredulous or mocking.
Joey gives a nod, "Yah. Though, not lately, since I came here. Got all," she
grows quiet, and mimes a ferocious pair of claws in the air," and so now
I am, a country bumkin or something."
"Yet another promising career cut heartlessly short." Flash yawns again and
makes a vague waving command-y gesture. "Go get me some coffee or
something, cub-mime-girl."
Joey blinks a bit at that, "Uh, okay." She's definately not used to being a
servant for anyone, but Olga said to always mind her manners and be a
real good ass kiss. So she does. The coffee is poured into a mug and
brought to the table. "Think it's yesterdays."
Flash wrinkles his nose. "Ick." He tries it anyway and makes another face.
"/Definite/ ick." Getting up, he heads over to the sink, pours it out,
and then sets about emptying and cleaning the pot. "Scout out the grounds
and filters. Strange no tribe's claimed you."
Joey hmms, then turns to start fussing through the cabinets. "Olga would have,
and if I get my way, she still will. Megan-rhya says that since there is
no way to tell where I belong, that all the tribes should make their
pitch to me, and then I get to pick."
"/Pick/?" Flash looks up from scrubbing the inside of the coffee pot. "Holy
fuck on a cracker. A /Fianna/ said this?"
Joey nods her head, "Apparently so. A lot of people are saying that is way
messed up. But she said something about Gnawers not being allowed to
claim us just 'cause they found us first." She digs out a handfull of
filters and an old packet of Folgers.
Flash jerks his head to one side to flick hair out of his eyes. "Hmm. So, who
have you talked to so far, mime-girl?" He finishes scrubbing and runs hot
water to rince everything off.
Joey thinks carefully about this. "Walkers, Fianna, Silver Fangs, uh, Gnawers
obviously. Oh Striders, which are cool since they wander, like I have.
But, dunno. I like interacting and stuff with people. Uh, that might be
it."
Flash turns off the faucet and grabs a dish towel, drying with quick, practiced
vigor. "Well, you're too white for a Wendigo and too monkey for a Red
Talon, so they're out. You don't have a dick, so you /could/ be a Black
Fury, though, really, I don't see you as the ball-breaking man-user bitch
type." He sniffs. "And no sweaty locker smell, so I dunno if the Get of
Fenris are right for you, either."
Joey laughs, "Is that the quick sum up? Great. I am pretty happy with the idea
of being a Gnawer I guess. Seems to fit my style. But, what about you?
The Stargazers, Olga never told me about them really."
Flash runs water into the now-clean pot. "We're not really a part of the Garou
Nation anymore. Only ones left are fuckups and cowards like yours truly."
He looks to see if she's found the coffee and coffee filters yet. "If you
/were/ a Stargazer somehow, I'd be obligated to put you on the next plane
to Tibet or Tokyo or Hong Kong."
Joey groans, "Okay forget that then. Thanks anyway." She hands the filters and
Folgers over. "So then, what's with the light saber and the crazy antics.
I could use you for my show ya know?" She smiles sweetly.
Flash puts the magic elements of water, filters, grounds, and coffee-maker
together and turns the device on. "Trade secret." He yawns, then hops
onto the counter and sits with his feet dangling. "An idiot amusing
himself."
Joey grins at the other, "Heh, you rock." She pulls herself up onto the other
counter. "So you just got back from, somewhere, or something?" Her feet
bang lightly into the cabinet.
Flash laces his fingers together and extends his arms, stretching. "Nah. First
time in this town."
Joey ohs, "Really? That's cool. Yeah me too. Was born on the east coast, been
travelling for three years now. 'Cause," she breaks out into the classic
80's song now, "I'm a little runaway, runaway..."
Flash smirks, waiting until she's come to a pause in the song before
commenting, "Well, you have musical taste at least. Might be hope for you
yet."
Joey laughs a little. "So, you gonna be sticking around here then? And how the
heck did you get dubbed shit-eater? Or would I rather not know?"
"There are some questions that little cubby mime girls shouldn't ask," agrees
Flash, flicking hair out of his eyes. "Except when they're no-moons. Then
it's their /job/ to ask... or didn't the beaky broad tell you that?"
Joey grins continuously, thoroughly amused by this guy. "No we haven't gotten
into my role so much yet, she just tells me to kiss ass, be good and not
get myself into trouble by being disrespectful.""
Flash rolls his eyes and makes a disgusted sound. "Oh, christ a-fucking mighty.
You mean /nobody/ has told you what it means to be a Ragabash? You poor
hapless kid, you gotta get the truth from /me/?" He looks at her with an
expression that's sincerely pitying.
Joey raises her eyebrows, and rolls her shoulders up, "Sure. I think they were
waiting to tell me how to be a ragabash, until after they figured out
what tribe I'd be. But, if you got some pointers go for it. Craig was
gonna teach me to swear in the uh, High Tongue.. but he, he got killed."
"That was careless of him," says the Stargazer with careless callousness. "All
right." He pulls his legs up, sitting crosslegged on the counter and
looking like a big ungainly bird. "As a Ragabash, you have two duties.
One off the battlefield and one on. The battlefield one is /easy/. ...You
ever played Dungeons and Dragons?"
Joey chuckles, "No, it is satanic." She rolls her eyes, "Or so said the nuns."
She nods her head, given him a 'go on' gesture.
Flash hrmphs. "You're the thief. The scout. You get 'move while hidden' powers
so you can find out where X is so that your party can effectively /kill/
X. You can be a good fighter, too... I /suppose/... but your main
/battlefield/ job is to scout things out. Like I said. Easy."
Joey hmms, "Neat, that's cool. I don't how good I'd be at like clawing things
up and stuff. So I am the Scout. Easy enough. What about off the
battlefield?"
Flash smiles, his sleepy eyes half-lidding behind his bangs. "That's the hard
part. Off the battlefield, you're the idiot, the fool, the questioner.
Beak-lady told you the Litany yet?"
Joey nods her head. Then she shakes it. "Lyra-rhya is gonna be teaching me
that, but I got the basics, don't fuck anything that's fuzzy, and don't
go all rarr in public." She sniffs a bit, "Just those two really.
Flash frowns. "How long since you went hairy, kid?"
Joey thinks, "About two weeks now. Maybe, coming up on two weeks." She nods.
"Oh, this is just fucking /sad/." Flash unfolds his legs and hops down from the
counter. "Two weeks, and you've got enough time to hang out here and get
chatted up by five different tribes..." He shakes his head. "Man, she
must really hate you or something. Either that, or she's stringing you
along."
Joey narrows her gaze, "Who? Olga? No way, Olga is my friend, she'd have me
totally under her wing now and learning like crazy if it weren't for the
Megan girl telling her no."
Flash walks over to the counter Joey's perched on and leans on it, one hand on
each side of her, putting himself practically nose-to-nose with the girl.
"Listen, kiddle-bean. There is no way on Gaia's green and ample bosom
that an /Adren/ /Fianna/ /Philodox/ from the /Fens/ would prevent someone
from teaching a cub the Litany, even if that cub wasn't gonna end up one
of their tribe. /No/ way. Those thirteen laws /are/ the basics, not just
'Don't fuck other Garou' and 'Don't go "rarr" in public'. So, either
someone's being incredibly /stupid/ or someone's fucking with you."
Joey backs up a bit, head trying to withdraw like a turtle seeking it's shell.
"I, I dun' think it's that, Flash-rhya. I m-mean, I've heard them sure,
just haven't gotten to learning the hows and why's and all official
stuff. I think."
"DON'T 'RHYA' ME!" The Stargazer actually /yells/ that, right in the girl's
face, his voice rising in pitch and spittle flying from his mouth. "I am
a BASTARD, I am SCUM, I am the lowest fucking WORM in the Garou Nation,
and because of your FRIEND you're going to have to learn the LITANY from
scum. You're going to learn it BACKWARDS and in MULTIPLE LANGUAGES if
necessary, because the difference between a good Ragabash and an asshole
who needs to be CULLED is knowledge of those thirteen laws. Is that
CLEAR?"
Joey is flinching visibly now, her body pressed back up against the cupboards
as she closes her eyes and nods dumbly. "S-sorry. I, the others, am
s-supposed to mind my rhyas." Now the poor thing is confused, and it
looks as if she'd really like to find a way to leap the cabinet and get
the hell out of Dodge, but that seems a bit difficult at the moment.
Fight or flight instincts are in full swing, and it's flight wants out.
Flash nods once, scowling, and straightens up. "All right," he says, all that
cheerful, goofy charm gone. "Stand up. Hands behind your back, facing me."
Flash takes a step back, moving out of the cub's personal space.
Joey is thankful for that reprieve, and as the space is offered, she slips down
quite shakily from the counter, pushing her hands behind her back and
continuously flinching. It's as if she is waiting for the blow to come or
something.
"Yanno, when my teacher did this, he made me stand on one leg and used a switch
on my back when I got something wrong." The Stargazer folds his arms
across his chest and looks perfectly serious. "But you're not a
Stargazer, so I'll be lenient. Okay, listen up. Are you listening
carefully? /Very/ carefully, White-Face?"
Joey gives another fearful nod, her lower lip bitten fiercly as she stands
there. Her eyes keep glancing to the back door though, as if gauging
whether or not she can make a mad dash for it.
Flash starts rattling off laws. "One. Garou shall not mate with Garou. Two.
'Combat the Wyrm where it dwells and where it breeds. Three. Respect the
territory of another. Four--" He frowns and snaps her fingers in front of
her face, catching one of those glances. "Eyes forward, thank you. If you
run you'll regret it."
Joey looks forward again, swallowing loudly as she stands there trying to face
the other. It's too harsh, this is the kind of stuff she walks away from,
only now she can't.
Flash nods curtly, unsmiling. "Four. Accept an honorable surrender. Five.
Submission to those of higher station. Six. The first share of the kill
goes to the greatest in station. Seven. You shall not eat the flesh of
humans. Eight. Respect for those beneath you, for all are of Gaia. Nine.
The Veil shall not be lifted. Ten. Do not suffer your people to tend to
your sickness in death. Eleven. The leader may be challenged at any time
during peace. Twelve. The leader may NOT be challenged during time of
war. Thirteen. You shall take no action that causes a caern to be
violated."
Joey listens, though it likely clear nothing is sinking in. The girl is
terrified and she reaches back to feel the handles of the cabinets behind
her, as if they might offer her support. Her eyes dance around and she
looks about, hoping, praying, someone will come save her.
Flash snaps his fingers in her face again. "Eyes /forward/, White-Face."
Joey lets out a pitiful, sad whine, "I w-wanna go now please, I wanna go back
to my room." Her voice is shaking and her body has a slight tremble to it.
The Stargazer doesn't show the slightest bit of sympathy. "Is that what you're
going to do when a Black Spiral Dancer stands ready to rape everything
you care about? Cry and beg him to let you go? Oh, he'll like that, no
doubt. He'll lick away every tear and make you give him more. Girly, I am
being NICE. Now, repeat the Litany back at me."
Joey stutters and shakes her head, "I d-don't remember it." Boy those cabinet
handles feel good. She presses herself back against them even harder,
"D-dont mate with other Garou." She tries at least, perhaps persuaded by
sheer need at this point, "R-respect those beneath you.." The whole
sitatuation stinks of worse times for the girl.
Flash interrupts her, looking less like his goofball genial self and more like
a drill sargeant in teen-grunge clothing. Only without the swearing. "In
/order/. Repeat after me. Garou shall not mate with Garou."
Anthony pushes the sliding glass door open, kicking some dirt off his boots and
taking off his cap before stepping inside.
Joshua's been sleeping out of sight behind the couch, only finally waking up.
The Ahroun sits up with a yawn and blinks tiredly at the other two. He
rubs his jaw with the edge of his fist, looking over to the other two as
if they where the ones out of place here.
Joey nods her head, her face pale and her eyes quite jittery. "Garou shall not
m-mate with Garou." Feet trip over eachother even as she fusses to back
off.
"God, you're a pussy." All right, /there/ is the drill-sargeant abusiveness,
though it's still a far cry from _Full Metal Jacket_. Then again, judging
by the way Joey looks, it's just as bad. Flash is about a foot taller
than she is, too. "Combat the Wyrm where it dwells and where it breeds."
Joshua yawns again, the Ahroun up and overing the back of the couch and onto
the cushions. "Seems that one cannot get rest without being disturbed."
He grumbles low, twisting his neck to pop the bones back into place.
Anthony shuts the door behind him, frowning at the stranger and his comments to
Joey. "Who are you? Is there something wrong?" he interrupts, waving his
hat a bit accusatively at Flash.
About five-foot-six with a stocky build, Anthony appears to be of Mediterranean
descent, in his late teens. He has deep brown eyes framed by bushy
eyebrows and high cheekbones, and his curly brown hair is close-cropped,
a pair of thick sideburns running from above his ears down the sides of
his jaw. Most of the time, he's slouching or leaning against something.
He speaks quickly and in a North Jersey accent, evidence of his ancestry.
His loose black windbreaker hangs unzippered on his shoulders, revealing the
thin gold chain around his neck and the red-and-black bowling shirt
underneath; a cellphone holster hangs off the leather belt on his beat-up
blue jeans. His mudstained yellow work boots have seen better days, as
has the creased, faded blue Yankees cap he wears.
Joey does as she is told, nervously fidgeting as it goes along, "C-combat the
wyrm where it dwells and, and w-where it breeds." Josh's awakening is
noted, but the hopes he will step in to help her are quickly destroyed.
Ah, Anthony! She gives the new arrival a pitiful look. 'Help me'.
Flash headflicks hair out of his eyes as he looks over at Anthony. "Yeah, there
is. This kid's been shitting around for TWO WEEKS and doesn't know
fuck-all about the Litany or her auspice. Two WEEKS. Why? Because
nobody's fucking TAUGHT her. Personally, I blame the yeasty-crotched
bitch with the oversized nose and the Russian grandmother kerchief."
Joshua gets up, doing the zombie stagger in the general direction of the
kitchen fridge bound. "Drink. God I need sum'thn ta drink." He mutters,
rubbing his jaw with his knuckles, ducking into the silver ice-chest.
"Oh... ya talking about Olga?"
"I don't think yelling at her's gonna magically make her learn it," Tony
replies, his frown tightening into a scowl, "and besides, you didn't
answer my first question." He tosses his baseball cap onto the counter.
Joey is hoping this will halt the lesson and give her reason to scoot back
upstairs. She stands there gaping at Flash, and throwing quick glances
to Tony.
Flash rolls his eyes. "Oh, please. She should be so lucky. --And, yeah," he
adds, for Joshua. "Olga. Beak-nosey Bone Gnawer." He looks back at Joey
and snaps, "Respect the territory of another." So much for her hope that
the lesson was over.
"Well, you could always try the 'lock her in the tower from hell' routine, and
then throw in beatings from Signe Rhya." Josh pulls back out, beer in
hand. Liquid lunch, it appears. "Worked so well with me. But... Flash.
Dumb rules around here: you have to get permission from the Elder or
Keeper before ya can teach the Cubs. Means you must go ask the
bleak-nosey Bone Gnawer." He adds, as if it was an idle 'aside.
"Except," says the Stargazer, glancing at Joshua, "that the Gnawers aren't
allowed to /claim/ this little sprout. She's shopping around. She's
/nobody's/. And the Gnawers for god DAMN sure haven't been teaching her."
"It's been two weeks, what do you expect?" Tony protests in Joey and the
Gnawers' defense, putting his arms akimbo. "Teaching her's one thing but
you're just yelling at her, looks like."
Joey is lost, listening to the conversation at about and around her. The last
tenet she was supposed to repeat falls to the silence her mouth gives as
her performance. Shoulders rise and fall as she grows steadily more
uncomfortable.
Joshua chugs the beer, whiping his mouth off on his arm. "Olga is her keeper.
Megan-Rhya assignered her to Keep the Cub. Means you still have to ask
her." He sets the bottle down on the counter, leaning against it. Joey
gets a hard look. His voice changes to match the face. "'course, some of
us already have it."
Flash cocks his head, peering through his bangs at Joshua. "'Have it'? Olga's
permission, you mean?"
Joey whines a bit, and looks to the door again. Then she moves, taking a scared
little half step towards it while the others argue.
Flash catches Joey's movement and turns sharply toward her, making a warning
noise. "Nehhh..."
Joshua nods sharply, still looking at the Cub. The situation might have gone
from bad to worse for her... "Yes. I do." He grumbles back, reaching over
for the beer. English, once more, mixes with German, "And (where the
hell) do you think you are going, Cub? The (shit eater) is right; it is
high time you did something other than just lounging around like some
Log."
Anthony notices Joey as well, and gestures back towards the door with an open
hand approvingly.
Joey pushes herself back up to the cabinets, mouth parted to allow her more
rapid breathing access to the needed oxygen. "I... I," she pauses,
fussing, "In nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti." She makes the
sign of the cross, then bolts madly for the door.
Flash seems to have been expecting this, because he's after her like his
namesake, long arms reaching to grab the kid by the back of the shirt
before she reaches the door.
Anthony lunges forwards at Flash with a shoulder-check as Joey bolts,
apparently intending to play linebacker long enough for Joey to escape
cleanly.
Joshua starts to move as well, but he's fast enough on the ball to realize
Flash has her before he could. Instead, he storms for Tony, shoulder set
into the Ragabash. "Fuck off, Urrah Fish!"
Joey squeals as she runs, realizing that there are people in pursuit of her
already. Anthony's attempt to aid her does not go unnoticed, though right
now she is too preoccupied reaching for the door out.
Flash dodges the footballing urrah with the skill of one adroit at ducking
blows, knocks over a chair on his way, and then, /just/ as Joey's at the
door and ready to taste freedom, grabs her by the back of the shirt and
yanks her back.
Anthony is hardly successful at his rescue attempt, losing Flash and leaving
himself open to Josh's tackle.
Joshua's shoulder slams hard into Tony with that brutish sort of anger and
violence he has been wanting to take out on the Walker Ragabash for
weeks. Tony will be feeling that one for sure.
Joey lets out a fierce yelp, then a scream for help. "HELP ME!" Her hands slap
against the floor as if her fingers would be traction enough to pull away
from the drill sergeant at her back.
Anthony wheezes as the shoulder knocks the wind out of him, twisting awkwardly
backwards and landing hard on his side.
Flash, mean horrible bastard asshole that he is, bigger and older than the
screaming girl-cub by far, wraps long arms around her and bears her to
the ground, letting gravity and his own body-weight do the work for him.
He bites her shoulder, too, though gets more shirt than flesh.
"Das ist nicht annehmbar!" No translation is really needed: Josh is not happy.
"Quit your whining cub." He growls out, rolling his eyes. "Asking to
bloody well recite the Litany is -not- (Goddam) fatal, Yes?! So shut up
and calm down!"
Joey lets out another yelp, that is soon followed by distraught crying. The
poor thing is trying desperately to curl up into a ball now, trying to
imitate that fetal position that can be found so comforting to some. She
however, is sprawled on the ground, pinned by Flash.
Flash, a bit of Joey's shirt between his teeth, shakes his head back and forth
like a dog and then lets go. Grasping her firmly by the upper arms, he
staggers upright, hauling the weeping girl up with him. "What -grunt- HE
said."
Taslyn comes flying down the steps, having only been playing chess up in
Trevor's room. Trevor follows closely behind. "Whoa, what the hell is
going on down here?" As she steps into the middle of everything. She sees
Flash on top of Emma, "Get the hell off her... I want to know what is
going on... NOW." Trevor steps over and grabs Flash up by the back of his
shirt, pulling him off Joey.
Flash makes a choking -glurk- noise as Taslyn yanks back on his shirt and the
collar of it digs into his throat. He lets go of Joey in favor of
reaching for his shirt-collar.
Joshua puts a restraining hand on Trevor's own, Grasping tightly as he shakes
his head. "She tired to run after being asked to recite the Litany." He
growls, although the hostility doesn't seem directed at him. "It is not
the first time either."
Anthony prods his chest with the hand he's not lying on, inhaling hard through
gritted teeth, then rolls onto his back slowly before pushing himself up
into a seated position on the floor, dimly glowering at the scene.
And once Joey is somewhat released again, the door is the place she turns
towards. She is so shaken and out of sorts though, that her hands fail to
turn the handle or slide it open, instead she just shakes at it, panicked
and frantically trying to get out.
Turning to Joshua, Trevor loosens his grip on Flash. "Oh, really Josh? Ok,
gotta sort this out. Joey, come back here would you?" It's not really a
request.
Flash pulls away from Trevor, red-faced from excitement and the brief toying
with airlessness. Breathing a bit hard, he leans a hand against the
counter and catches his breath.
Taslyn steps over to Joey. "Calm down... It's okay." She turns and looks at the
others. "Maybe she doesn't want to recite it? Maybe she doesn't know it
all yet and gets nervous. What you think you have to demand her to recite
and then punish her when she doesn't? That's no way to teach someone..."
Her is calm in all she says, just trying to calm things down. "It's not a
crime."
"That's what I said," Tony wheezes, nodding at Taslyn and sneaking a
death-scowl at Josh.
Joey is not halted by Trevors words, but Taslyn seems to be working some magic.
She huddles up by the door, head bowed down and shoulders scrunched up in
a very submissive, frightened way. Like a cornered fox surrounded by
hounds.
Joshua grunts hard, letting go of the Fianna's arm. The scowl is hard on his
face as he turns to Anthony. "There was no punishment involved, Fianna.
No one touched her until she tried to run." He growls to Taslyn. "And I
have permission to teach her. -That- is why I think I can." He throws a
hard glare to Anthony. "Fish... if you -ever- do that again, you you'll
have to worry about more than that."
"Holyfuck, you people," says Flash, between gasps. He flicks hair out of his
eyes. "I was TEACHING her the fucking Litany because she doesn't fucking
KNOW it. I say a line, she repeats. Is that so fucking DIFFICULT?" He
straightens up. "And the rules state that ANY non-cub Garou can teach a
cub staying here the basics. You're fucking telling me that the standard
thirteen laws is not the BASICS?"
"Ok, all of you fuckers just shut up right now!" Trevor says, looking around
the room. "Now, let me sort this out. Raise your hand or otherwise
indicate if you permission from Olga to teach Joey. Tas, see she's ok
would you?"
Joshua raises his hand with an unamused scowl on his face.
Taslyn looks hard at Josh. "Stop waving your dick around, put it back in your
pants and teach, then. Not disrupt and cause harm. Ask questions... Don't
demand." She shoots a glance at Flash, "Sitting on top of her, chewing at
her shirt is which law of the litany?" Her eyes could bore holes right
now. She speaks pretty much at the same time as Trevor. Then she turns
around and reaches down, lifting Joey up and into her shoulder. "Come
on..." As she walks into the living room with the cub.
Joey follows after Taslyn, still pale and shaken up. Her eyes make careful note
to not give any of them even a brief flicker of attention.
Joshua shouts. It's loud, unintelligble, and a mixture of more languages than
you could shake a stick at. Finally he trails off after a moment, turning
to face Taslyn. "For Christs sake, Fianna! Learn your fucking story
before you tell me what to do! I did -no- such thing!"
Flash shakes his head slightly. His anger and disgust, while not the
supernatural ready-to-frenzy fury of an Ahroun, is fairly palpable.
Straightening up, he rakes fingers back through his dark blond hair and
gestures at Joshua. "What he said."
Anthony grunts as he carefully pushes himself up off the kitchen floor, rubbing
his chest gingerly as he shuffles towards the back door.
Turning to regard Joshua, Trevor says "While you're in this house, you'll
respect my lass and talk to her properly. She is, after all, one of its
caretakers." It's not the tone of an elder talking to a cub, though.
Trevor has been working hard to follow Josh's wishes when it comes to
treating him like the adult he now is. "So, given that Joshua has
permission to teach the cub, why is it that you were the one grabbing at
her, Flash?"
Flash straightens his t-shirt. "Because she was making a break for it and the
mood she was in, I figured she'd be heading for the hills next." He
stares at Trevor for a moment, then spreads his arms and rolls his head
back to expose his throat. "But, next time, I will let a fleeing cub
simply run off. Excuse me." The Stargazer starts toward the back door.
In the front rooms, Taslyn looks down at Joey. "Have a seat on the couch. I
will be right back... Okay?" She gives the cub a smile. She then turns
and walks back into the kitchen... She speaks in a calm and controlled
voice. "And you were saying, Josh? Then tell me what Trevor and I saw...
Tell me that was proper teaching. Or so help me... I will take you out of
here and give you the ass whipping you so well deserve... Even if it
kills me. Do you hear me Josh? Are you listening? Because it will be a
first... You want to be an adult...Act like one."
Anthony pulls the back door open and makes a hasty retreat out of it.
"Apologies, Rhya..." Josh is still growling, but it's much lower now. "But it
is hard keep an even tone... when she comes and preaches..." He glowers
at the door as she reappears with a sort of 'you see?' sort of gesture.
"Alright, Taslyn. A cub not only fails to recite the Litany when asked,
but runs for it when she is. And when you ask her to stop, she doesn't.
Do you let her run for the second, or maybe even third time and tell Olga
that your sorry, but she'll have to hunt her down again? Or do you stop
the cub from... heading for the hills?"
(...)
After a long, hard bike-ride south from the farmhouse, following a highway that
grew ever more narrow and unused, Flash brakes, clambers off the bike,
and wheels it partway into the forest. At the very edge of the bawn is
where he is now, sitting crosslegged on the ground with his eyes closed
and his palms on his knees, breathing slowly and deeply, regularly. The
bike leans against a tree nearby.
Wolf-Heart leaves the farmhouse, shifting back to Hispo once he was well inside
the lip of the woods. He seems flat our irate over the whole shindig in
the Farmhouse, and his body language just reeks of this as he lumbers on
through. No subtly there: if there was anything out on his patrol path,
it would know where he was before he did.
Even so, the dire wolf is almost on top of him before the Stargazer opens his
eyes. Sighing softly, he twists around toward the sound.
If it could be called one, this 'wolf' is almost a classic show of Canis Lupus
Arctos. His thick coat is a clean gray, near-white of a wolf of the
arctic, stretched over a sharp frame. However, he is entirely too huge to
be a wolf: at the shoulder, he stands easily four and a half feet tall,
and six feet long. Easily the size of a small pony, his head and Jaws
seem even more out of proportion to the rest of him, as if more suited
for tearing apart animals then eating them. His ribs are slightly
apparent, and his hide shows where many of the bones are from months of
lean eating. His face and muzzle is smattered with musky light gray fur,
giving him the appearance of a 'mask' and a clear indication of a mixed
heritage. If you get close enough to count hairs, a few red ones are
visible amongst the coat. Some of the hairs around his head have grown
longer than others, giving him as short white, 'mane' in the form. Four
legs connect with the ground, ending in sharp ebon claws, and his tail is
tipped with another gray splotch. Brown eyes peer out from under the brow
of the beast with unmistakable intelligence.
Wolf-Heart's hackles bristle for a moment, head bobbing up and down to take in
the Stargazer from top to bottom. You, He starts simply. Does Eater of
Droppings have permission to be out on bawn? He demands silently, eyes
squinting.
"Am I on the bawn?" Flash frowns, cocking his head, and squints at the nearest
tree to the west. "Oh. Feh. Knew I should have gone all the way down to
the park."
Wolf-Heart indicates the Gazer is with a harsh affirmative. Eater-Of-Droppings
might want to consider leaving if Firewatcher-Rhya has not given him
permission to be out here yet.
"Noted." The Stargazer seems unusually muted. Distracted. Getting up, he takes
hold of the handlebars of the bicycle and starts walking it westward.
Wolf-Heart shifts the rest of the way up to Lupus as the Metis takes off, the
white wolf prowling off into the woods to finish his patrol without
further incident.
(...)
It is currently 17:59 Pacific Time on Wed Mar 24 2004.
Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room
All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway, a
J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front door
hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room halfway
up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen and dining
room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor, and decorated
with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on the wall to the
right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under the print which
serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the stairs serves as a
place to hang coats or to toss shoes.
The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J,
and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems
to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south
wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to
obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of
out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly
presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which
line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward,
to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one
corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of
the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.
An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and
dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at
the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the
base of the J lets out to the front porch.
The front door flies open, then shuts hard, quickly behind Alicia who strides
into the farmhouse angrily, brushing grass and leaves off her jeans. She
looks to be out of breath, her cheeks red. "What the fuck is going on?"
She demands as she crosses into the living room after hearing the howl
from the bawn, then racing back as fast as she could.
Flash, sitting on the floor with his back to the couch, appears to have heard
the howl as well; the Gazer has his head cocked and is frowning
thoughtfully. It's clear from his head-shake that he doesn't have a clue.
Joshua comes in through the back door, bloody and bleeding from the neck. The
Young Ahroun has the body of one homid form Galliard Elder over his
shoulder, and she looks just as bad as he does. No, worse: her legs
dangle uselessly, looking torn and slashed, shoulder looks simply removed
of flesh. He stomps and storms through kitchen, headed into the living
room; luckily for the floor, all the wounds are bleeding on him. Thank
god for small favors, eh?
"Josh, what the fuck just happened?" Alicia asks with a loud growl in her
throat as she storms her way into the kitchen, squeezing her fists
together. "What is this shit I hear you going on about, submitting and
crap?" Her eyes fall upon Natalie's body, her eyes blazing in ferocity as
she bares her teeth.
Flash's eyes widen. Silently, the metis closes the battered copy of _The Stand_
that he was reading and gets up to follow Alicia into the kitchen.
There's dirt-smudges on the knees of his red jeans and another on his
chin.
Joshua snorts, baring his teeth. The body is hefted slightly "She ask for
fight, demand I fight her or else am Coward without Wolf! So we fight. I
win, she lose. She submit. She ask, I give!" Seems he's on Tarzan speech
for now, looking with curious fury at the metis, head tilting. "You.
Gazer heal? Must be healed, so she ask and we fight again. Very bad hurt."
"You got about three seconds to start talking in English before I kick your
fucking teeth in, shithead." Alicia says, barking at him. "I'm also the
fucking healer here." She hisses between her teeth. "Put her down on the
couch, -gently-."
It's probably the gutteral speech that pricks Dale's ears as he steps in
through the front door, and he's *very* carefully closing it behind him.
From what he's able to glean, in the few moments he's been inside, he
translates for Alicia: "They argued. Then they fought. He won. She's
hurt. He thinks she needs healing."
Joshua shrugs with one shoulder, instead heading up the stairs with the body to
the infirmary. "Do not hurt shithead. He is just ugly Gazer. Done nothing
wrong." He grunts back, stairs creaking under his step. "What Wyrm Burner
says." He agrees, finishing up the stairs.
Flash opens his mouth. Closes his mouth. Then, hooking his thumbs into his
beltloops, he nods. "Sounds about right, though I liked his version
better."
Flash then protests, "Hey, I'll have you know I the finest doctors for this
nose!"
"Flash, shut up." Alicia says with a grating voice, her fists clenching and
unclenching as she follows Josh up the stairs.
Flash makes a 'hmph' noise and headflicks his bangs out of his eyes. "Someone
needs a good bong-hit," he mutters. "Or a hard fuck." And,
unsurprisingly, he heads up the stairs after them.
Farmhouse: Upstairs
Hardwood floors creak beneath your feet as you step into the hallway. A single
lamp hanging just above the stairway sheds enough light to prevent
serious accidents but allows shadows to shroud the majority of the
ceiling and the several doorframes on both sides of the hall at night.
During the day, however, sunlight streaming in from the windows at both
ends bathes the hall in golden light.
A room converted into a small, private infirmary is through one of the doors to
the west, while the door to the east on the farthest end leads to a
stairway up to the attic. The stairs down lead to the main floor of the
house.
Infirmary
The gentle sunlight of spring illuminates the room in a fresh yellow glow. Thin
white curtains keep the glare out while allowing enough light in to
dispel shadows. A small ceramic heater sits on the floor near the bed,
available for use when needed. A wide bed stands in the center of the
south wall, white linens carefully tucked in around its mattress. A low
table stands beside the bed, a small basin and pitcher perched atop it.
Two large chairs sit facing the bed, and a small wooden chair sits
against the south wall opposite the table. A tall cabinet occupies the
northeast corner of the room, its glass door revealing a well-stocked
medicine cabinet, various medical implements and supplies carefully
arranged within.
The only exit from the room is a single door on the eastern wall.
Natalie's left leg does indeed dangle uselessly. There's even bits of bone
poking through the immense bite in her upper thigh.
Joshua open the door with his free hand, slinging the body down onto one of the
beds, nodding his head. "Heal. Rest. We fight again." He informs the
unconscious body uselessly, rolling her onto her back. He furrows his
brow, leaning into the body.
Alicia snaps her eyes over towards Josh. "She can't fucking hear you, moron.
Now you better turn your brain back on to 'human', before I do it for
you. Go downstairs, /now/, and cool off." With that, she begins rubbing
her hands, ignoring the retarded talking Glass Walker and begins to hum a
soft prayer under her breath.
Joshua nods dumbly at the Gaian, turning to leave for the bathroom. "Go shower
now. Cool off faster that way. No blood on couch." Well at least he's
thinking that far ahead.
Flash appears in the doorway, only the soft click of bootheels against
floorboards betraying him. Hands clasped loosely behind his back and with
an air of aloof interest, he looks in... and then steps back to let Josh
exit.
Natalie grunts as she's flung, the struggle for consciousness finally winning
out over the body's efforts to stay blissfully pain free. Words are still
beyond her - whimpers and gasps are about all she can manage as her face
twists into an awareness of what's been done to her.
"Fucking moron." Alicia whispers to herself as she shakes her head, then
presses her hands against the worst of Natalie's wounds, allowing a
shimmering blue light to pass over her tips momentarily, slowly beginning
to knit the body together. The leg is first as she sets it, glancing up
to Nat's face to make sure she is stabalizing.
Flash steps back into the doorway and continues to observe.
First the hip heals, the bone knitting and flesh reforming under Alicia's care.
Then the shoulder. When the Gaian finishes Natalie looks - if not better,
at least able to move. Drive. Her face and sides still look like
hamburger, and the shoulder isn't entirely healed. She opens her eyes,
reluctantly, to stare at the ceiling of the infirmary.
Finishing, Alicia steps back to survey her work, clouded anger still raging in
her eyes. She glances over towards Flash, then starts for the door,
huffing out a breath. "Let her rest." She explains, then leaves the door
hanging ajar.
"Aw," Flash deadpans. "And here I was hoping she'd watusi on my back." Stepping
into the room, he walks over to the Walker's bed, bootheels clicking, and
stands over her with hands behind his back. "Feel the need to absolve
yourself of your sins?"
Natalie's eyes flick over to the 'Gazer. She grunts again, then rolls onto her
side and pushes herself upright. "N..." She coughs, tries again. "No
thank you. Screw resting; I gotta get back." Perhaps she doesn't wish to
stay in the house, where Josh might appear at any moment.
Flash's eyebrows rise, but he offers her his arm gallantly enough. "I'll help
you down the stairs. But only if you promise not to grope me."
"You take all the fun out of it," Nat complains, but lets him help her up
anyway. "My truck's out back, near the barn." A too-fast move has her
hissing between her teeth. "Damn. Bastard."
Flash helps the injured Glass Walker out into the hall and down the stairs.
"Careful, Auntie. That bear done hurted you BAD." He lowers his voice and
murmurs, "Next time? Lie down and pretend to be dead. I hear that works
wonders."
Natalie offers him a pained show of teeth, though there's no heat behind it.
"Next time I hope to be fighting something as intelligent as a bear."
Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room
All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway, a
J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front door
hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room halfway
up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen and dining
room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor, and decorated
with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on the wall to the
right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under the print which
serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the stairs serves as a
place to hang coats or to toss shoes.
The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J,
and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems
to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south
wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to
obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of
out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly
presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which
line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward,
to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one
corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of
the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.
An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and
dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at
the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the
base of the J lets out to the front porch.
Erika enters through the front door, just about as pigeon toed as Isaac at the
moment. In fact, she has that wilderness-fresh scent! Smelling the stench
of blood, the young Fenrir wrinkles up her nose. The expression of 'What
the fuck?' is firmly planted on her face.
Flash and Natalie comes down the stairs together, the gangly Stargazer
assisting the stocky Glass Walker.
Joshua takes a moment to realize Isaac is there, turning his head to look over
to the Sliver Fang. "Hey, Isaac." He greets mellow-ish, a faint smile on
his face. You'd think he didn't just nearly kill someone. He turns that
same sort of half smile to Erika. "Hey, Judges Souls."
Isaac stays in his crouch by the doorway. He juts his chin in response to
Josh's greeting and then turns a wary eye to each of the other three. Not
yet ready to introduce himself, he remains quiet and small.
Heeeeere she comes, Miss Ameerrrriiiicaa! No wait, it's just Flash. And
Natalie, who (unsurprisingly enough) looks much better than she did when
she went up the stairs, even if she's moving stiffly. That hideous leg
wound is gone, healed as if it had never been. Her shoulder is mostly
better - the flesh regrown and newly scabbed. The other tooth and claw
marks on her ribs, face, and neck are freshly scabbed as well, but
otherwise untouched.
Erika looks to Joshua, smiling smuggishly before she offers him a grunt and
points to his shoulder.
Joshua looks up tiredly, and over to the two coming down the stairs. He still
has that same half-smile on his face: You'd think he hit up Dane's weed
patch or something. He looks cleaner, bare chested since his last shirt
was a write off (undedicated), and because the collar bone wound is still
bleeding. "Oh, heya Holds the line. Shit-eater. Yer looking better."
"Alicia share her bong with you?" Flash quips. Then he looks over at Natalie.
"Sure you and him don't wanna siddown and talk like rational killing
machines?"
Natalie tugs on the neckline of her ruined t-shirt. There is enough left - if
barely - to keep her from being pulled over by the cops for indecency. "I
have to get back to the city," she repeats stubbornly, her eyes drifting
away from the others and back toward the kitchen. She tugs her arm free
from the Metis'. "Thank you."
Joey walks in from the kitchen, a soft tune being hummed from her lips. She
heard voices in here, but didn't pay attention to whom they belonged to.
Once she looks up though, she freezes in her spot, standing still and
staring at them. Deer in headlights!
Isaac walks, fingers and toes, to Josh and the couch. He still gives wary
glances toward the other three, but seems confident enough to come into
the middle of the room. Sitting in front of Josh on the floor, he lifts
one hand to touch his chest. "Innocence. Silver Fang. Half moon."
"Oh, no. You where going to stay, so we could talk about how the Roaches Vision
quest. Weren't we, Natalie?" He may be mellow, but there's a clear note
in his voice: Remember who won. His smile broadens. "That way, I can't
claim ignorance anymore."
Erika looks to Flash and gives him a glare. There is a look of disgust that is
written on the Fenrir's face. "Filthy city trash," she mutters. She looks
to Isaac and rolls her shoulders weakly. Apparently there are too many
people in the farmhouse, that Erika slips back to the front door to exit
the farmhouse and slams the door behind her.
Flash lets Natalie go, and spots Joey as he does so. Thus it is that Erika's
not-entirely-accurate judgement goes past him un-remarked-upon. He just
looks at Joey, his face blank.
Stage fright for the mime? Joey takes a step back and bumps into the wall, a
picture shifting free and falling at her feet. "S-sorry, I'll go.
Joshua shrugs. "On sceond thought, Nat. I'm Kinda tired. We can talk later. Ya
can go if you want..."
Taslyn comes tromping down the steps, there is not an angry look on her face.
But she looks about, "Everything okay?"
"Hey, Joey," says Flash. "Just a sec'?"
Natalie ignores the Ahroun - Are there voices? Hello, Mother, is that you? -
and heads for the door. Not limping, but moving stiffly, like she just
had several enthusiastic young men beating on her with sticks.
The tension, the slamming doors, and the raised voices all seem to make Isaac
wish he'd stayed by the doorway. He crouches a little lower on the floor,
and leans into the couch.
Joshua stands up from the couch, careful for Isaac. He's shirtless and bleeding
from the collar. "Oh, Heya Tas. Yeah, we're Just all swell. You want
something to drink?"
Natalie has left.
Taslyn raises a bit of a brow. She looks to Joey. "You all sure?" At the
departure of Natalie.
Joey stares across at Flash, eyes dropping to the floor. Still frozen in place,
yup.
Sly pads down the stairs just behind taslyn and doesn't stop when he reaches
the bottom, heading straight for the door. He doesn't want anyone else
bleeding on him today. On his way out the door, he catches Joey's eye for
a brief second.
Sly leaves through the front door. You can hear the screen door swing shut
again with a clatter.
Flash licks his lips. "Hey, White-Face. Lookit me, will ya?" His tone is
half-commanding, half-cajoling.
Joshua nods slowly, still smiling. "Oh, yeah. Haven't been better. Had a
shower... hey! Weren't you going to make something for dinner? We can all
have some good old fashion... what ever you all eat here." Yup. Dane
should check his weed patch. "Isaac yuf, you eaten today?"
Joey watches a bit of sanity escape out the front door, then slowly lifts her
gaze up to see Flash. "D-dunno what to call you, ... s-sorry."
Isaac looks up at Josh, eyebrows lifting. He seems to consider the question for
a long time before coming up with an answer. "No. No eat."
Taslyn looks over to Flash. "Take it easy, Flash..." She says, Half-asking,
Half-telling. "Yeah... I was going to make some spaghetti... Why don't we
all eat instead of picking on each other?" Sounds good natured enough.
Flash frowns minutely, then shrugs as if he really doesn't give a shit after
all and flops down on the floor where he'd left his King novel. "Sure,
sure..." He takes notice of Isaac belatedly. "Yo."
Taslyn nods and heads into the kitchen, pulling out a big pot. "Why don't you
give me a hand, Joey..." She says over her shoulder."
Joey backsteps into the kitchen, "N-not hungry Taslyn-rhya. I, I wanna go out
for some fresh air." And she slips out to the kitchen, heading into the
backyard.
"Yeah. Red worms with plant water and meat. Sounds just great Tas." Josh
positively floats, sitting back down. "It's been so long since I've had
any... Oh! Shit-Eater! You know... you never told me where you where
from, yeah? Only that you got no lint in your belly button." Josh smiles
warmly at the Gazer, sitting back comfortably.
Isaac juts his chin toward Flash and again lifts his hand to his chest, tapping
twice. "Innocence. Silver Fang. Half Moon." He gestures toward Flash with
the same hand, jutting his chin again. "You?"
Isaac appears to be in his early thirties. He is not a tall man, but neither is
he small. He probably reaches nearly six feet at those times when he does
not slouch. His dark, reddish hair is shaggy and unkempt, snarls reaching
all the way to his shoulders. A shaggy red beard lends him a cave-man
like countenance. One hand reaches up to brush a lock of hair out of his
hazel eyes; eyes which seem unfocused, and rarely maintain contact for
long. His large hands are warm, and despite calouses of hard use, still
soft and often clammy. His, perhaps overly lean, frame is clothed in
strikingly clean, new garments. He wears a brilliant white T-shirt which
is covered by a beautiful, and probably quite expensive, navy wool
cardigan. New, unfaded jeans, cover his legs, and mud-stained and scuffed
white running shoes adorn his feet. His round face is not so large as to
be too large; neither is it too thin. It is not, in fact, most things;
and yet it is pronounced in a way that words do not well describe. It
seems that you may have seen this man before; though where you cannot say.
Taslyn nods. "For those who aren't familiar with red worms in plant water with
meat..." She chuckles. "Otherwise known as my famous spaghetti." She
blinks a little at Josh, maybe a little surprised at the man.
"Not really from anywhere," Flash answers Josh, before looking toward Isaac
again. Shit-for-Brains. Stargazer. No moon. Hey, haven't I seen you
somewhere before?"
Joshua quiets up, sitting back into the couch with a near blissful look on his
face. His eyes droop closed, but he doesn't nod off, instead remaining
silent while resting awake.
Taslyn goes through the aperture at the northern end of the front hallway to
enter the back room of the house.
Taslyn has left.
In the back of the house, Taslyn clangs a few pots around and after a bit, some
deer meat can be smelled in the air, cooking in a pan, as well as the
cutting of tomatoes and other items...
Isaac's brow furrows as he listens to Flash's response, and it takes him
several seconds to respond beyond a curious look. "Shit-Brains.
Stargazer." Suddenly, his expression opens and his jaw drops. "Burns
Brightly!" he nearly shouts. "You know Burns Brightly?"
Flash smirks. "Yeah, I got him on speed-dial on the Gazer-phone." Leaning back
against the other end of the couch, using it as a backrest for his seat
on the floor, he opens _The Stand_. "I mean, you know us slant-eyes, we
/all/ know each other." Of course, Flash looks about as Asian as Michael
Jordan.
In the back of the house, Taslyn keeps working at the pot, adding ingredients
to it and the air... After a time, a melange of scents fills the air.
Isaac blinks, trying to follow Flash's words. His expression moves from
completely blank, to very happy, and finaly comes to rest on disappointed
when Flash doesn't immediately get his friend on the phone.
In the back of the house, Taslyn finishes the ingredients of the sauce. She
ventures back into the living room, beer in hand and walking to a chair.
"That will take about 30 minutes and then I can cook the noodles." Flop.
Down in the chair.
In the back of the house, Taslyn passes through the open doorway for the front
part of the house.
Taslyn has arrived.
"Crap on a cracker," says Flash, staring at Isaac. "You're a fucking lupus,
aren't you?"
"You know... that's really shiny." Josh comments, eyes still closed. "You have
all their cell phone numbers? Jeez. The Glass Walkers got nothing like
that... or they don't trust me with it. We should really do that some
time..."
Taslyn raises a brow at Josh. She chuckles a little and shakes her head, saying
nothing.
Isaac licks his upper lip as he tries again to follow the Stargazer's comments.
For a while he mutters words under his breath. "Shit brains, shit
crackers..." His gaze wanders away from Flash, over the back of the
couch, and then returns. "Was wolf. Am two-leg."
Flash makes a face at Taslyn, as though this were all /her/ fault, then leans
over to knock heads with Isaac. Literally. "Yeah? And I'm metis.
Mule-scum, stupid bitch, asshole-meaniehead."
Taslyn raises a bit of a brow. "You are two-leg?" She leans in a little bit.
"Did you just end up in the wolf for a really long time?" She cocks her
head to one side, having come to the same conclusion as Flash did. She
looks at Flash with a 'who? me?' look.
"Back off." Josh growls out in a near immediate responce to Flash, opening his
eyes and glaring at the Gazer. "I can still throw in with the best of
them. I am not finished tonight yet. So back. The hell. Off."
Isaac skitters away from Flash with an even more confused expression, and
raises the back of his hand to the point where his head was clonked,
though he doesn't seem particularly hurt, nor concerned about pain.
"Mule. Meaniehead. Meanie."
Taslyn looks to Josh. "Calm down. my friend." She says softly. "Please..." She
looks to Isaac. "It's okay... I promise." She smiles. "Spaghetti should
be ready here soon..."
Flash glances over and up at Joshua, then looks at Isaac and nods quite
seriously. "Mean fucking scum bastard."
Flash then leans back again and turns his attention to _The Stand_.
Joshua sits up in the seat; His hand strays down to the knife handle, his face
twisted down into a baked on scowl. But as the Gazer backs off, he grunts
simply, standing up. "Never mind. No appetite for urrah food." He rumbles
out, heading for the out and out.
Taslyn rolls her eyes. "Flash.. C'mon... Cut it out." She looks to Isaac and
then up at Josh, to whom she just shakes her head. "Have a good one..."
Isaac follows Flash's nods, repeating after him. "Mean ...f" He stops, glances
from Josh to Taslyn and then stares glumly straight ahead. "Not say that.
Bad."
Joshua stops at the door, nodding. "Yes, Innocence. Do not say that. Bad. Like
Mule StarGazer." He agrees flatly, heading out of the porch to inflict
himself on someone else.
Taslyn frowns and wonders sometimes why she ever took the job of looking after
the farmhouse with Trevor.
Isaac huffs, and curls up on his side where he sat.
Taslyn climbs up out of her seat and walks into the kitchen, starting some
noodles and leaning against the counter, sipping at her beer, finishing
it... And getting another.
Isaac rolls to his feet, and fingers, and follows Taslyn into the kitchen.
"Hunt what?"
In the back of the house, Taslyn turns and looks down, "Hunt what?" As she
stirs the almost done noodles.
In the back of the house, Isaac licks his nose and looks up at Taslyn, his
eyebrows lift. "Yes. Hunt what?"
In the back of the house, Taslyn purses her lips and looks down again.
"Meaning... I am not quite sure what you are asking me, Isaac..." She
looks a little sheepish.
In the back of the house, Isaac's face scrunches again. "You. What you hunt?
Eat what? In that?" He lifts a hand to gesture up at Taslyn's pot.
In the back of the house, Taslyn goes oh... "Deer, noodles, some vegetables..."
She dumps the noodles into the pot and stirs, then lifting the pot and
showing Isaac what is down in it. "Want some?"
In the back of the house, Isaac sniffs into the pot. "Want. Yes. Want eat."
Aubrey takes a step in through the front door as she steps into the farmhouse.
She gives a light yawn as she covers her mouth with her hand as she
glances around the room.
In the back of the house, Taslyn nods, lifting the pot back onto the stove and
reaching for a bowl. "Real hungry? want a lot?" As she begins to dip
spaghetti into a bowl. "Say when you want me to stop..."
In the back of the house, Isaac does not say anything to encourage Taslyn to
stop. He merely watches her fill the bowl.
Aubrey can hear Taslyn's voice from the kitchen and ignores whatever else as
she drifts in that direction. "Hey, Taslyn." she says as she peeks her
head in to the room.
In the back of the house, Taslyn chuckles and fills he bowl as high as it will
go. "Hey Aubrey... in the kitchen. Want some spaghetti?" As she hands the
bowl down to Isaac... "There you go... Just stay in here to eat it."
Knowing she may have to clean up a bit of mess.
In the back of the house, Aubrey smiles as she enters into the kitchen. "Oh,
sure..." she replies, "I love you're cooking." Her eyes travel towards
Isaac and she nods to the Silver Fang before her attention returns to her
tribemate. "I talked to Trevor shortly today," she remarks in general
conversation. "I've been asked out on a date. Well, sort of a date."
In the back of the house, Isaac eats, first just by putting his face to the
bowl, but when that becomes difficult, he uses his fingers to bring the
food to his mouth. When the spaghetti is nearly gone, he lifts the bowl,
and scrapes the remains into his mouth with bent fingers.
In the back of the house, Taslyn lets a big smile come over her face. "That's
great!" She says emphatically, reaching for another bowl and dipping out
some of the spaghetti for Aubrey... Not quite the amount she gave Isaac.
"Here you go..." As she hands the bowl to her soon to be Alpha."
In the back of the house, "Thanks," Aubrey replies cheerifully. "So, how are
you doing?" she asks her tribemate.
In the back of the house, Isaac smacks his lips and moves away from the bowl,
leaving it on the floor. He curls up on his side in a corner of the
kitchen.
In the back of the house, Taslyn looks over and picks up the bowl, smiling at
Isaac. "I'm... Good. Actually." She smiles at Aubrey. "Seems my temper is
a little short lately... But I'm better than I was. Yourself? And tell me
about this date..."
In the back of the house, Aubrey shrugs her shoulders loosely. "I am just going
out with a kin that perhaps had feelings for me while I was dating
Lancelot," she replies. "Although now there have been things that have
happened to both of us, so... we are just going to go on a casual date."
Then, after a moment, she adds. "Just as friends." She nods a little.
In the back of the house, Taslyn nods as she slips the bowl into the sink. Then
helping herself to some of the spaghetti. "Friends... Which basically
means that if things get a little frisky then it could be more... but if
not, friends is good." As she winks at Aubrey.
In the back of the house, Aubrey simply shrugs her shoudlers towards Taslyn. "I
am not going to push it," she replies. "After what happened last time."
In the back of the house, Taslyn frowns. "Can't say I blame you..." She sighs
and looks into her bowl for a bit. "Can I ask you a question?"
In the back of the house, Aubrey takes a seat in one of the chairs with the
bowl and begins eatting slowly. She looks up to Taslyn, quirking her
eyebrow. "Yeah?"
Flash continues to sit on the floor with his back to the couch and read,
utterly absorbed in the King mega-novel, heedless to the smells and
sounds of dinner from the kitchen.
In the back of the house, Taslyn looks to Aubrey with a confused look. "Do I
know a different Trevor than everybody else on the planet?"
In the back of the house, Aubrey glances back towards Tasyln with a completely
puzzeled expression. "Uh-wha?" she asks, looking befuddled.
In the back of the house, Taslyn stirs at her pasta. "Well, I keep hearing
these things about how bawdy and racy Trevor is... from other people.
When he is around me he's a downright prude." She laughs a little.
In the back of the house, Aubrey ums softly. "Should I talk to him?" she asks.
"I do not think there is anything wrong, to be honest with you. He is
probably just letting things go a little. I can imagine after being in a
sept of Sliver Fangs that he would after arriving here."
In the back of the house, Taslyn nods. "I just feel like there is a man I have
no idea what he is about... He's like my father, maybe that's why... I
get little glimpses of this side of him. But mostly I get the holding his
head going, "I don't want to hear this coming from my daughter." Kind of
look."
In the back of the house, Aubrey nods her head again slowly and smiles. "I felt
the same way for Luke, and I do sometimes when I am around Layne." she
explains. "It's natural to sort of have the thinking that your teachers
as a cub still hold on a partental frame of mind up in here well after
you've all grown-up." She lightly taps her forehead.
In the back of the house, Joshua comes in the back door, one red face and
unconscious little Joey very -very- carefully held over his bare
shoulder. The moment he's in, he looks over to Tas. "Tas... Tas, help me
with her... Joey fainted." He huffs out. Someone's been doing some
running; someones a bit winded.
In the back of the house, Taslyn nods. "yeah, Suppose you are right... I'd just
like to see him be himself---" Her eyes meet Josh and they go wide. "What
happened?" As she vaults over to slide Joey off of Josh's shoulder and
into her arms.
Flash suddenly looks up from his book, his attention snagged by Josh's voice
and the mention of Joey's name. Using his finger for a bookmark, he rolls
to his feet and wanders into the kitchen.
Farmhouse: Kitchen and Dining Room
Homey is the first word to come to mind when looking at the farmhouse's
kitchen. Dark, wood-paneled wainscoting covers the walls to about waist
height, dark beige wallpaper continuing to the ceiling. Twin
refrigerators occupy the north wall, facing the large six-burner stove on
the south. The kitchen counter runs the length of the eastern wall,
broken only by the double-basin sink. Cabinets run above and below the
counter and a twin-pane window is set in the wall above the sink. A small
pantry is set into an alcove alongside the refrigerators, presumably
holding the deep freezer as well as shelves of dry goods.
Some twelve feet above the floor, a large chandelier hangs from the ceiling,
lighting the dining room and casting long shadows over the bar to the
kitchen. A long table occupies the center of the dining room, three
chairs setting along each side, and one on each end. On the west wall, a
large window looks out on the trees alongside the western pasture. Set
into the north wall is a large cabinet, its glass doors closed on shelves
containing a full compliment of fine china and glassware as well as a few
decorative nicknacks. On the east, a wide bar separates the dining room
from the kitchen.
An opening in the southern wall allows passage to the front entryway of the
house, while a sliding glass door in the kitchen opens to a clearing
behind the house.
Aubrey is almost imediately on her feet as soon as Joshua walks through the
door with Joey strung across his shoulders. "Wha--" she begins, although
Taslyn is a second quicker than the other Fianna.
Joshua carefully, slides Joey off to Tas, before he drops the poor cub. "Was
nice. No yelling, didn' get rude or anything, as gentle as it comes...
Told story, said we where done... she... run for it. Again. I went after
her, she fainted." He's really out of breath: Jogging isn't his thing.
Sly follows close behind, looking concerned, "Joey? Joey? Are you okay?" He
suddenly growls, "Damnit Joshua-rhya! You didn't have to do that you
know!" As he bursts through the door, just behind.
Flash folds his arms across his chest, novel still in one hand, and leans a
shoulder in the doorway. "Maybe she has that sleeping disease," he says
casually. "Yanno. Narcosleepy."
A figure approaches the sliding glass door, tall and broad. As the light from
within touches him, the Gatekeeper, James, is made out by any onlookers.
A moment later he reaches the slider and pushes it open, stepping inside.
Looking at the center of attention he seems disinterested, with a huff
that almost sounds like a audible shrug, he heads over towards the fridge.
Jamethon Ethan Black is a good size of a man, about five or six inches above
six feet and looking to have about two hundred and ninety or so pounds on
him as well, most of this being muscle. His normally thick and unshaven
beard has been for once cleared away from his now clean shaven face,
which is a mask of concentration most times, dancing black eyes that
always seem to be peering forward yet still seeing all around him. Long
black hair with the beginnings of greying fading into view, cascades down
his back, wild in form and hanging to just below his waist. He isn't too
fond of dressing stuffily it seems, for all that James wears is a clean
t-shirt under a pristine brown leather jacket, and a pair of loose but
well-fitted black sweatpants, the shoes on his feet are but cork sandles.
Under his t-shirt, covered up and only visible when the fabric of his
shirt has been removed, on his chest is a massive scar, fleshy and
tortured like an old third-degree burn. A large myriad collection of
scars adorn his visage at other various points as well.
Taslyn looks at Josh and down at Joey. She turns her face that could be very
angry towards Josh again, but it isn't. "Thanks Josh... Appreciate it."
As she looks to Aubrey, "Um... Let me get her upstairs." As she heads out
of the kitchen, not hearing the yelling Sly.
Flash moves aside to let people go by, then wanders over to the table to see if
there's any dinner left.
Aubrey glares at Flash for a moment, apparently it is not the right moment to
be adding in the witty comments. Aubrey follows Taslyn in helping to get
the girl upstairs.
"Someone shut that Cub up before I crush his skull like a small Grape." Josh
snarl, that light mood evaporating. He looks to the Metis, tone dropping
to conversational. "Doubt it, Flash. She's been like this for some time,
panicky, on edge. Even when I'm not there.. something ain't right in her
head."
Sly growls loudly, his face flush, "Go ahead Joshua-rhya, apparently the onyl
thing you can do is hurt people!" His hands clench into fists, his
nostrils flaring, "Even worse, you pick on a defenseless girl who hasn't
even Rited!" His entire body trembles and tenses.
Flash kisses his fingers in response to Aubrey's glare, then starts scavenging
himself some sketti, putting the book on the counter in order to free
both hands. He nods to Josh, then cocks his head to peer at Sly. "Awww.
She your girlfriend? That's so sweeeeeeet."
Jamethon opens the fridge now, retreaving a beer can, closing the fridge and
then calmly pops open the can. After a breath he takes a long sip of the
cold german brew. "Ok," he finally speaks, "You," he gestures towards Sly
with his can, "Shut the fuck up." Another drink from the can, as he looks
towards Flash for a moment, then Sly, then back to Flash. "I am Jamethon
Black, Fights-For-Hope. Get of Fenris theurge and Gatekeeper here at the
Hidden Walk. I'll accept that your introductions can wait."
"That was picking on someone? I asked her, politely, to tell me the first three
tenates of the Litany, then I told her a story, then I let her leave. Now
shut up and respect your elders." Joshua turns around to look at the Cub,
a low regard to match the baretooth silent snarl he gives Sly.
Sly shuts his mouth at the rebuke, though fury burn in his eyes, his breath
coming is ragged gasps. His eyes dart back and forth between Flash and
Joshua, as if trying to decide who to rip apart first. His fists continue
to curl and uncurl as the boy trying to rein in his rage.
"I think you should go for it," Flash advises Sly. His plate is heaped with
spaghetti, which he eats standing up. Then, as an aside to Jamethon, he
says, "Hi. Nice hair. What product you use?"
Aubrey enters the kitchen with Taslyn trailing behind. The Fianna Theurge seems
to have quite a different expression on her face from the one she had
before. "I have had quite enough of this," she says, barging into the
kitchen like a hen in a chicken yard.
Taslyn rubs at her neck and sighs. "She's in my room... Sleeping soundly." She
looks at the others. "Please, guys. You have to let up on her... Please.
She's not tough like Emma is... She's not used to us. Just... be gentle."
She looks at Flash for a moment, "And calm down the sarcastic wit...
Please. At least with her... She doesn't know who to trust." The hand
massages her neck, releasing the tension.
Jamethon looks first to Aubrey at her enterance then jerks his eyes towards
Flash, "Perhaps you should save your idiotic jokes that involve rending
the most sacred tenet of our litany till he is at least a Cliath. Who the
hell are you?"
"Fuck." Josh curses mildly, shaking his head. He keeps his tone conversational
enough, not shouting. "I didn't do -anything-. Absofuckinglutly nothing.
I asked her to recite the first three, didn't bitch at her when she
couldn't, told her a story and let her go to bed. That was it. She's just
so wacked in the head..." Looks on over to the Cub once again, jaw
jutting out slightly.
Flash gives Taslyn a bland look, eyebrows raised, mouth full as he chews his
current forkful. Upon swallowing, he looks at Jamethon and says,
conversationally, "Do you know what was the /most/ cool about _Night of
the Living Dead_?"
Apparently Taslyn filled in the words to match some of Aubrey's frustration.
Her gaze returns to Joshua, "Well, you have not been very polietful to
anyone in this sept. Why should I believe that you were not pressing her
to far?" Aubrey asks, "She was fine with Trevor earlier this afternoon."
Sly trembles and shudders with rage, still on his hair trigger, so mad he's
practically blind to everyone else. His vision has narrowed to a mere
tunnel, hunter vision. Better not touch the cub...
Jamethon eyes Flash now, taking another long drink from his beer as he does so.
Once finished he ignores the unknown one asking such a strange question
and continues, "I asked you a fucking question. Who. Are. You?"
Taslyn looks to Josh. "Calm down, Josh... How about just leaving the girl alone
all together about the litany until she knows a little more and is more
comfortable with us to the place that she doesn't faint."
"Because until a moment ago, when our good friend and Anthro, Sly here decided
that Elders don't deserve respect, I have been so mellow after dealing
with Natalie that you could probably kick me in the balls and I wouldn't
give a shit." Josh crosses his arms. "If you doubt it, get a Philodox who
can divine the truth... we'll establish that I did -nothing- other than
baby her tonight. She just freaked out."
"Just a random shithead," Flash answers off-handedly. Stuffing his mouth, he
continues chatting zombie cinema to Jamethon with his mouth full. "It
isn't the makeup effects, though those are excellent, or the writing and
plot and stuff." He swallows. "It's the fact that you have this horror
flick in the nineteen-sixies, and it not only has a black guy in it, the
black guy is the fucking /protagonist/. The /hero/. Fucking awesome." He
stuffs in another mouthful of pasta. "Too bad he buys it in the end with
the rest of 'em."
Jamethon narrows his eyes at the answer he recieves from Flash, turning to
regard the others he half yells, half growls out, "Shut up for a second.
Josh may have issues, but the kid is just a kid. I doubt he had to do
much to set her off... anyways, any of you know this guy? He a cub or
something?" He asks, refering to the guy rambling about some movie with a
flick of his head.
Aubrey tosses her hands up into the air as she reached for the handle to the
fridge. "I give up trying to agrue," she mutters into the cooler as she
pulls out a beer for herself. Straightening, she looks at Flash and
shakes her head. "Nope," she replies.
Sly finally manages to get his rage under control, using his force of will.
He's still tense though. "His name is Flash, and he's real good at
pissing people off. A Gazer...." His words and muffled, as his teeth are
still clenched.
Flash simply shrugs and keeps eating, still leaning against the counter by the
sink.
Taslyn gives a bit of a sigh. "James-Rhya. This is Flash. Otherwise known as
Shit-Eater, Moon Calf of the Stargazers." She looks to Jamethon, "And
what seems to be our newest..." She nods at Sly, "Comic relief... Or so
he thinks."
"I swear to god, was I ever as -insolent- as that brat over there? Or even half
as bad, for that matter?" Josh snarls out, shaking his head. "Flash.
Stargazer. No moon. Shit-Eater. In that order. Now someone get the
hippies to beat their cub into line already."
"As I said," says the gangly Stargazer, perfectly seriously, "a random
shithead. Oh, and you people keep forgetting the bit about me being a
Metis. That's important, yanno."
Owen can be heard coming up to the rear door to the kitchen, trodding heavily
as per usual for him. He opens the door without fanfare, barely looking
over the crowded kitchen, before heading straight to the fridge.
"Well, you're mouth is going to send you packing soon." Aubrey retorts sourly.
"The cubs have been setting off fireworks on their own, they don't need
your assistance, thankyouverymuch."
Taslyn looks at Josh. "Do you really want me to answer that?" With a bit of a
grin, first one she has had all night.
Jamethon simply nods to the cub's answer, then once more to Taslyn, and then
looks back to Flash, not any more pleased then he was a moment ago.
"Rides-Fire would have had you gutted." He seems almost lost in thought
for a moment, reflecting perhaps on the very words he just spoke, "I'm
gonna be nice. I don't give a shit if your a Metis. I've known all kinds
of breeds that have done all kinds of fucked up shit, and all kinds that
have been heroes. What I care about it your attitude. If... when, I am
Warder here, it will change quickly or you will not find yourself warmly
welcomed here." At this point, Owen steps in, and James' jaw just drops
as he turns his head silently, tracking the Fostern Get.
Joshua snorts, but a smirk follows. "Then I apologize for being hell." He half
jokes to Taslyn, shaking his head. The new person gets a confused look.
Aubrey don't get a responce, either by accident or design.
Aubrey eyes turn to Jamethon, seeing him look paralized as Owen steps in the
door. "Holy shit..." she mutters lowly, seeing the Fostern Get. "Eh-ya,
hi Owen-rhya."
(Owen)
This man you see before you could easily be lost in a crowd. His face is rather
plain outside of a scar that runs down his left eye, just barely leaving
his sight intact. His hair has been shaved completely, but the beard and
moustache he now sports are blonde. At least 6'4" and thick-boned, his
build is a heavily muscled 280 lbs, giving him a rather wide stance. He
walks stiffly as though constantly at attention. He wears only simple,
almost Spartan, clothing: A faded Judas Priest t-shirt, jeans, boots, and
a jacket that seems a couple sizes too big. Overall he looks a little on
the worn side, yet in his cold blue eyes and in his stance there is a
pride, an almost commanding presence of someone who is quite sure of
himself. At any time that he is not wearing the jacket, a pair of iron
vambraces in the form of serpents coiling around his upper arms can be
seen and, should he not be wearing a shirt, a pattern of scars
suspiciously looking like a bite from something very big can be seen
circling around his chest, abdomen, and back, as well as a patch of scars
on his lower abdomen.
Flash tips his head to one side, flashing throat to Jamethon, but the gesture's
lost to the Get Theurge... that's the exact moment that Jamethon turns
away to gawp at Owen. Once again, the Stargazer shrugs and concentrates,
for the moment, on finishing off the spaghetti on his plate.
Sly turns away from Flash, finally getting enough self control to make his body
move. So he's able to turn away from Flash and Josh, rummaging in the
cupboards angrily. His breathing is still rather heavy though, and he's
probably feeling pissy.
Well, most folks looking toward Owen are now pretty much staring at his ass
jutting out from the fridge as he quietly digs in, looking for whatever
might get his interest. He waves just once at Aubrey without bothering to
look to see who that was.
Wow. The silence has really killed Joshua's mood to rant and rave. He just
stands there, looking mostly confused, forgetting the Cub in the back.
Jamethon closes his mouth now, finding reason to focus on something other than
Flash rather appealing it seems. "Owen, you old fucker." He smiles now,
looking down right happy... at least as happy as he can right now, which
is not all that impressive. "What the fuck?" He asks in jovial tones,
perhaps not quite sure what he is asking himself.
Aubrey drains her beer almost in one go before depositing the bottle at the
sink. She leans back against the counter for a moment as she looks at
everyone gathered in the room. "Before the reunion... Jamethon, anything
you needed to tell me?" she asks the Get of Fenris Theurge.
Taslyn blinks and looks at everybody else. She looks at Owen. "Owen-Rhya...
Don't believe I have met you... But..." She looks around. "Welcome back?"
She questions a bit.
Erika has arrived.
A Norse-looking teenager pressed her nose against the sliding glass door in the
back of the house as she peers into the kitchen with a cool expression on
her face. She cannot quiet make out the figures at first, so she draws
closer.
Owen grumbles for a moment before pulling himself out of the fridge, shutting
the door not-too-gently as he stands back up. He stares at the appliance
as though he's about to throw it through a wall. "Still some fool rule
about beer here, ain't there?" The question isn't directed to anyone in
particular.
"Uh, you probably were not looking well enough." Aubrey replies to Owen softly.
"You have two Fianna looking after this place now, afterall." She passes
the Get of Fenris as she opens the door to the fridge to rumage through
it.
Taslyn steps over to the fridge and taps Aubrey on the shoulder, "Allow me."
She pushes a few bottles around, pulling out one of her favorite from the
very back where she hides it. Behind the Goulash jar. "This what you are
looking for?" As she directs the bottle to Owen.
Jamethon gives a quick look to Aubrey with a looks that says they'll speak
later, he looks at his still cold only partially drunken can and shrugs,
taking another deep sip of it.
Sly finally pulls out a can of ranch-o-licious Pringles, popping the top. He
seems to have calmed considerably, and looks almost sick. He edges his
way towards the fridge, tryign his best to avoid getting too close to
anyone in the crowded kitchen. As the fridge began to close, he darted a
hand in to snatch a Vanilla Coke.
Flash, probably to everyone's relief, is quiet now, and as he finishes off his
plate he continues to look unruffled by goings-on. Leaving his plate and
fork in the dishes-side of the sink, he picks up his book and starts
heading back to the living room. Passing Sly as he does so, the Stargazer
notes, "Those have MSG in them, yanno."
Sly mutters something to Flash, inaudible to the rest.
Sly whispers, "Watch your step, mule."
Owen peers at the beer label. "Black Dog Lager. What the fuck ever." Turning
around, he paces over to the table, pulling out a chair for himself, and
flops in. Setting his worn boots up on the table itself, he takes a short
swig. "Warder, Jamethon?"
Erika continues to have her face presses up against the glass for a moment or
so longer before she pushes the sliding door open. She steps inside of
the house, closing the door behind her.
Throwing back another long sip from his can of german labeled beer, brought
especially for him apparently, James continues to eye Owen casually.
"Yeah. Jarred currently holds the position. I've been through another
challenge since you... which was canceled for reasons out of my own
fucking control. Mainly... was voided because the Master of the Challenge
was declaired unfit and all her approved challenges went poof. So now I'm
challenging Cutter, and I'll have that done soon. When I'm Fostern, I'll
be taking the Wardership from Jarred. Now... What brings you back?" The
door opening grabs his attention and he looks towards the newly arrived
with a quick nod and gesture of his head towards Owen, as if the girl
couldn't see him herself.
Aubrey nods her head in reply to Jamethon about talking with him later, then
quickly squeezes Taslyn's shoulder before she exits in the direction of
Erika's recent arrival.
Flash, at Sly's mutter, simply shrugs. "They're your eyes, kid," he says, and
then takes himself and his Stephen King book into the living room.
Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room
All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway, a
J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front door
hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room halfway
up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen and dining
room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor, and decorated
with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on the wall to the
right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under the print which
serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the stairs serves as a
place to hang coats or to toss shoes.
The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J,
and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems
to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south
wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to
obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of
out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly
presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which
line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward,
to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one
corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of
the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.
An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and
dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at
the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the
base of the J lets out to the front porch.
In the back of the house, Taslyn gives a smile to Aubrey and nods to the
others. "Spaghetti on the stove... Finish it or pack it back into the
fridge. I'm off to sleep up in my room... If you need me, knock." She
looks to James, "Good to see you, James-Rhya... Perhaps we can meet fully
some time soon, Owen-Rhya." She waves and heads out of the kitchen and
upstairs.
In the back of the house, Sly quietly creeps his way around the kitchen, being
unobtrusive. He can do that sometimes. He gathers up some spaghetti, a
plate and finds a corner as far away from everyone else as he can be
without actually leaving the room. The whole time he mumbles under his
breath in some French-sounding language.
In the back of the house, Joshua leans against the counter on the opposite side
of the room, shirtless and still bleeding from the collar, but he doesn't
seem to notice it. The Get have his attention for the most.
In the back of the house, Jamethon simply nods to Tas at her statement.
Flash kicks off his pointy-toed cowboy boots and sprawls out on the couch, soon
absorbing himself back in a world shattered by Captain Trips.
In the back of the house, Owen makes a barest motion of a wave to Taslyn. "A
Greyhound bus." He takes another swig of the beer before peering again at
the label. "Jarred. What happened to French-Bob? He get dead?"
In the back of the house, Erika stands militantly near a wall of the kitchen
and remains silent as she notices the other Fenrir. For a moment she
listens before she quietly clears her throat.
In the back of the house, Jamethon seems annoyed about that subject, at best.
"No, fucker ran off or something. Disappeared like he was never there. I
went around tracking down his scent... disappeared into thin air in the
middle of the bawn. Don't fucking know what took him or what... doesn't
matter, we'll make do. We always do."
In the back of the house, Joshua ups off the counter, heading out without a
word to the group gathered. He's off to collect his stuff from the barn,
it seems.
In the back of the house, Sly eats quietly in the corner, watching everyone
intently. His hazel eyes glimmer as he eats, slowly. He continues to
mutter things in Cajun between bites.
In the back of the house, Owen huffs. "Guess you can just fade away." He looks
over to Erika for a moment. "You still a cub?"
In the back of the house, Erika shakes her head. "No," she replies. Her eyes
turn to Jamethon for a moment before looking back towards Owen. "I'm
Judgement-of-the-Lost-Souls, now."
In the back of the house, James nods, perhaps a bit proudly at the response
Erika gives. "I'll let her tell the story of her riting sometime. She has
done well... was out of town herself, just got back a few days ago
herself." He finishes off the beer, and sets the empty on the table for
now, "Where is Reforged?" He asks of Owen, rather bluntly in tone.
In the back of the house, Sly finishes off his plate, standing and heading for
the sink. some hot water is ran and the plate is cleaned, the cub silent
now.
Flash yawns widely, stretching, and after dogearing the page he was reading
sits up and pulls on his boots. Yawning more, he heads through the back
of the house to the back door and out. Presuming nobody stops him, of
course.
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