Chaos before the Judgement

[hazlogs]

[Oct 9 1996]

Off the East Side of the Wheel
  below your feet is soft with browned needles, although you can see sizable 
  rocks jutting from the earth here and there. Looking out through the trees 
  towards the eastern distance, you think you can make out the snow-capped, 
  clouded peaks of the mountains; below them, the dark stone of the lower 
  cliffs presents an imposing sight at even this remove. The forest is all but 
  silent around you; a cool wind brushes your face, vanishing into the woods 
  from whence it came.
A path wends its way east through the forest, and another appears to open into 
  a small clearing to the southeast. To the west, the trees thin before giving 
  over onto the Great Wheel.
Contents:
Matt
Becca
Obvious exits:
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  Tree  Wheel  

Becca stops short of giving the tree another kick, for good measure. "Hey 
  Hazmat," she says, dropping her eyes down toward the base of the tree with 
  an undisguised sigh.
Hazmat snorts in undisguised disgust at Becca. "Yea, right. Kick a tree. Makes 
  yuh real fuckin' powerful, don' it? Lame-ass."
Jimmy Wilson walks away from the Story Tree and just hangs out, watching 
  Becca's little tantrum. He keeps a careful distance from the others.
Matt's eyes narrow slightly. "Give her a break, Haz. The last place we want to 
  be is here, and it's frustrating to be told we have to stand trial for 
  something we didn't really do."
Becca squares her shoulders up a little, mentally tipping Hazmat over the line 
  into the 'Them' sector. "It's truth," she mumbles.
Hazmat's eyes flick to Matt, expression cold, posture tense. "I *still* wanna 
  know why th' whole tribe was needed tuh beat on *Remy* of all th' fuckin' 
  people," she grumbles. Her expression softens somewhat as Jimmy shows up, 
  but only slightly. To Matt, she adds, "You an' Hank shoulda known better. 
  Yuh were around when Mac was elder, na' Chugs-the-asshole."
Hazmat ignores Becca. This is probably not surprising.
Becca lifts her head at this, eyes narrowing in on Hazmat with sudden anger, 
  that she'd been so careful to hide out here. "He was my fucking alpha, 
  Hazmat, and you didn't even really know him. You don't get to call him an 
  asshole, okay? Just me and Mosh get to."
Matt says "We needed to beat him up because he was an asshole, Haz. Yea, he 
  didn't deserve to get his throat ripped out, but I'm tired of everyone 
  makin' him out like a saint. He walked around like he friggen' owned the 
  city, and beat up on people who couldn't defend themselves against him. We 
  protected members of our tribe, like we're supposed too.""
Hazmat's temper is periously close to exploding. "I don' fuckin' *care* tha' 
  he's dead! He was an idiot tuh begin with! Why th' hell d'juh need the whole 
  damn tribe, though, huh? It ain't like yuh was goin' after Flyin Bear."
Matt shakes his head. "We was proving a point. He wanted to pick us off when 
  we were alone, he thought that we wasn't going to care. It wasn't just 
  abnout beating him up, it was sending a message to him, that when he fucks 
  with one of us, he fucks with all of us."
Becca stuffs both hands down into the pouch on the front of her sweatshirt; 
  there's the soft sound of fabric ripping that accompanies this abrupt 
  motion. "You weren't there, Hazmat, so don't pretend like you did. We were 
  watching. That's *all*!"
Hazmat still hasn't bothered to acknowledge Becca since her earliest remark 
  about tree-kicking. "Yea, an' look wha' happened. Jimmy's in shit, Tommie's 
  in deeper shit, an' yet again th' whole damn tribe is made out tuh look 
  like'a buncha assholes." She rolls her eyes and stalks toward the Story 
  Tree. "Fuck cunt shit," she adds, not really coherently.
Matt shakes his head. "Yea, okay. Walk off, you have a habit of leaving hwen 
  things get rough."
Jimmy Wilson says "Stop."
Jimmy Wilson is leanin gagainst a tree, his arms crossed. "It ain't their 
  fault Hazzie, it's mine. All they was doin' was watchin'... an' givin' a 
  message, like they said. This is all my fault... an' Tommie's, too. Not 
  theirs."
Hazmat stops, whirls on one heel, her grey eyes nearly red with fury.
Hazmat inhales a breath, lets it out, eyes locking on Matt. "Yuh used t'know 
  better, Matt. Yuh used t'be smart. Yuh used t'give a shit 'bout more than 
  whatever was right b'fore yuh nose, or mebbe yuh was jus' a good pretenduh."
Becca clenches her fists tight, inside the pouch pocket. "She's not listening, 
  Jimmy, she doesn't listen. She comes waltzing back in here and thinks she 
  knows fucking everything. She doesn't know shit about Remy. That," she says, 
  giving the tree another kick just for the sole purpose of annoying Hazmat, 
  it seems, "is bullshit."
Matt says "It's real easy for you to sit there and judge us, ain't it? When 
  the fuck did you start taking thier side over ours? WE weren't the ones who 
  started fucking' blasting away people with a gun. Yea, I ain't the same as 
  before, cuz I had to stick here through all the crap that the rangers 
  started shoving our way. " For people who know Matt, his anger is strikingly 
  opposite of the calmer role he usually plays, maybe the weight of all this 
  weighing him down. "Tommie was an idiot, and deserves what she gets, but the 
  rest of us are being jerked around as usual.""
Something snaps within Hazmat. With a howl of rage, her body explodes upwards, 
  Crinos in an instant and falling upon Becca in a fury of claws and teeth.
Hazmat contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Jimmy Wilson shakes his head and sighs. He continues to lean against the tree, 
  his arms crossed. "Hazmat - ya know, you should listen to them some. But ya 
  know what - you guys need ta listen ta Haz... What did you say, Matt? Tommie 
  ain't no fucking idiot. She just got pissed, okay? It wasn't right, but she 
  ain't a fuckin gidiot."
You shift into Crinos form.
Jimmy Wilson jumps back. "Oh, shit."
Matt contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Matt shifts into Crinos form.

Matt pages: This may not help tribal unity. :)
You paged Matt with 'Oh, god. Tribal unity was shot long ago...'.

Becca might have been expecting such a move, but not with such a flurry of 
  rage. She barely has time to begin to shift before Hazmat is on her, claws 
  flashing, no mercy. Blood is flowing quite freely from multiple wounds by 
  the time Becca manages to get into crinos.
Becca contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Becca shifts into Crinos form.
Jimmy Wilson starts edging back towards the Story Tree. "Shit. 
  Shitshitshitshitshitshit..."
Jimmy Wilson heads toward the southeast and the Story Tree.
Jimmy Wilson has left.
Hazmat continues to claw and slash at Becca, eyes red with unthinking frenzy, 
  every pain and hurt and tense moment boiling out of her like pus from a 
  broken blister.
Tastes-Ashes emerges from the small clearing that holds the Story Tree.
Second-Chance comes around the wheel from the south.
Matt moves quickly, though Hamzat's speed still makes him look like he was 
  standing still. He shifts up into his war form, and eaps towards the Gnawer, 
  claws raised.
Wayfinder emerges from the small clearing that holds the Story Tree.
Tastes-Ashes comes charging out from the story tree, and slams herself bodily 
  into the first thing she sees -- probably Hazmat or Steps-On-Cracks.
Silent Storm emerges from the small clearing that holds the Story Tree.
Steps-on-Cracks is clearly at the disadvantage here. Already wounded, she 
  fights back not in the mindless grip of frenzy, but the desperation of 
  someone who's looking at imminent death, trying to block more than do 
  damage, hoping to hold off until Matt can do something.
Silent Storm contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Snow Walker shifts up to hispo as she follows closely on WayFinder's heels.
Jimmy Wilson emerges from the small clearing that holds the Story Tree.
Serves-Honor emerges from the small clearing that holds the Story Tree.
Thena emerges from the small clearing that holds the Story Tree.
Second-Chance walks in and gives a yerf of surprise at what she walks in *on*, 
  a fight in progress, with Anna stepping in to break it up.
Alexander emerges from the small clearing that holds the Story Tree.
Kosh emerges from the small clearing that holds the Story Tree.
Tommie emerges from the small clearing that holds the Story Tree.
Alexander and Tommie are among the last to appear, and the Shadow Lord leads 
  the prisoner past the fight, toward the Caern.
Wayfinder lopes in, with Snow Walker on her heels. She puts on an extra burst 
  of speed to head for the fight, ears pinned back. Again?
Alexander sets out west, towards the Caern.
Tommie sets out west, towards the Caern.
Drew emerges from the small clearing that holds the Story Tree.
Hazmat is in the middle of a lethal gut-swipe when Matt slams into her, 
  fighting. Snarling, she turns to backhand Matt away, blood staining her 
  white fur.
Unferth comes around the wheel from the north.
Tastes-Ashes's charge follows just as Hazmat turns her back. The crinos Get 
  slams into Hazmat from behind and sends the Gnawer sprawling beneath her. 
  Matt gets thrown off balance as well, but Tastes-Ashes has focused the brunt 
  of her weight on Hazmat.
Hazmat hits the ground with a hard thud, woofing as the breath is knocked out 
  of her.
Jimmy Wilson yells out. "Fuck! You gyus are ruinin' everything! Now they're 
  gonna fucking kill /me/! He shifts, moving in to try and restrain the 
  nearest combatant he can find - Matt.
Jimmy Wilson contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Jimmy Wilson shifts into Crinos form.
Drew appears from a southeast portion of forest, to look nonplussed at the 
  collection of Crinos. A quick check reveals that it hasn't become full moon 
  when he wasn't looking.
Snow Walker pulls up short as she sees that the fight is between garou. When 
  Jimmy enters the fray, she looks even more hesitant to act, looking to 
  WayFinder for support, or perhaps inspiration.
Kosh turns to Thena and says, "If I act like an Ahroun again, you'll back me?"
Matt stumbles away from Hazmat, the force of the get's charge flinging him to 
  the side. He rights himself almost immediately and turns back to face 
  Hazmat, an angry howl ripping from his throat. He shakes visibly as he 
  considers continuing the fight. His anger finds a focus when Jimmy nears him 
  though, ~Back Off!~
Second-Chance settles back to growl, hackles up, clearly displeased at the 
  brawl. She snaps a chuff at the collection of cliaths standing around. ~Stop 
  them!~
Serves-Honor takes a moment to take stock of the situation before he reacts. 
  It doesn't take very long, however, for him to decide what needs done.
Serves-Honor contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Serves-Honor shifts into Crinos form.
Tastes-Ashes secures her hold on Hazmat and barks out a rough order to the 
  other idiots who are standing around doing nothing. Serves-Honor and Drew 
  are the main ones she snarls at. ~HOLD THEM!~
Wayfinder charges Matt, on a word from the Fianna, shifting up as she goes.
Wayfinder contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Wayfinder shifts into Hispo form.
Thena skids to a stop, and nods. "Sure, why the hell not, it seems there is a 
  lot of that going around."
Steps-on-Cracks has any and all fight taken out of her, by the time people 
  start arriving on the scene. She seems to be fairing the worst of the three, 
  deep claw wounds etched into her side, teeth marks on her shoulder, and a 
  lot of blood on her fur. She's on the ground, not moving.
Snow Walker's head swivels to Second-Chance, head bobing in compliance as she 
  circles the fray, looking for an open target to pin.
Hazmat struggles unthinkingly under the Get's grip, but not as vigorously as 
  before. The frenzy seems to be leeching out of her, leaving her literally 
  shaking.
Serves-Honor makes a short leap, landing near Matt and Jimmy. His expression 
  seems to suggest that it would be unwise for either of them to rejoin the 
  fray.
Shakes leaps at Matt. ~Sorry! It's for your own good!~ His arms spread out as 
  he leaps, trying to snag Matt and bring him down to a position to be pinned.
Drew scowls at the scene, jogging closer, transforming into the Glabro form as 
  he attempts to sort out who, in the mass of mixed Crinos, is who.
Drew contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Drew shifts into Glabro form.
Tastes-Ashes slams a fist into Hazmat's temple and growls at the Gnawer. ~Be 
  still!~
Matt decides at the last moment tyo duck under Shakes, but his decision comes 
  too late as the other garou slams into him, knocking him to the ground with 
  a loud thud. The younger Gnawer doesn't fight him, though it is a clear 
  effort of will that allows this. ~Off!~
Hazmat yelps, high-pitched, at the bloe, and immediately stops struggling, 
  though the tremors remain.
Snow Walker survey's the conflict, prepared to leap on anyone seeking to 
  continue the brawl.
Serves-Honor squats, settling one massive Crinos paw on Shake's shoulder, and 
  the other on Matt's. His lips pull back to expose his teeth, and he rumbles, 
  ~Enough.~
Steps-on-Cracks decides just to lay there, and let whatever happens around her 
  ride its course. Not that there's much else for her do at the moment, 
  besides bleed. She pressed a large hand down toward the deeper of the claw 
  scores, one that's left cut down deep enough to expose the bottom of her rib 
  cage.
Kosh clenches his fists tight, blood trickling from his palm as he closes his 
  eyes and tries to remain calm. "Thena...hit me if I get to intense."
Shakes looks at the pinned Matt with his one good eye. ~I'll get off... When 
  you're done fighting. It's over, okay?~ He makes no move to let the other 
  up, but watches for trickery as he holds him pinned to the ground.
Wayfinder comes in at Shakes and Matt, a silent snarl for both of them. Stop. 
  Now.
Thena nods. "Sure. Electroshock, or bullet?"
Tastes-Ashes looks down at Hazmat, then towards Matt. A low growl cuts through 
  the chaotic noise. ~You. Gnawer.~ She seems to be indicating Matt. ~What 
  happened?~
Kosh says softly, "Electroshock."
Drew stalks to the brawl, his expression displeased, and looks from Hazmat, to 
  Matt, then Becca, and finally Kosh, with a quelling look.
Second-Chance, who has been sitting back and watching during all this, 
  suddenly looks over and growls at the two who also watch. She jerks her 
  muzzle northwards. If you are going to just stand there not helping, get 
  going.
Unferth enters, still running, when the scuffle is over. He glances around. 
  "Right, who's fuckin' around?"
Shakes stands, looking down at Matt. ~Sorry. Didn't want things getting too 
  fucked up...~ He offers a large crinos hand down to him, to help him back up.
Snow Walker looks at Second Chance, sternly. ~It is settled. Do you want me to 
  throat one? If not, I will remain ready.~
Tastes-Ashes chuffs to the Fianna. ~Go. This is under control now.~ To Unferth 
  she growls a faint welcome, but doesn't answer his question immediately. Her 
  attention is mostly taken up by the gnawer beneath her.
Matt stands up with a huff and shakes as he shifts down into homid form. He 
  grabs his bakpack and pushes towards Becca, ignoring all questions. The 
  stress of everything has finally broke the young gnawer, as tears stream 
  down his face. "She fuckin' didn't even do anything. What the fuck is wrong 
  with you people?"
Unferth lumbers over his his tribemate, knowing enough to keep his distance, 
  but watching nonetheless. He nods to Tastes-Ashes and silently lets her 
  resolve the matter.
Second-Chance shows Snow Walker a negative, eyeing the three combatants. There 
  is no need, I think. She looks over at Tastes-Ashes, snorting. These three 
  are due to be there. Nothing happens until they are.
Shakes contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Shakes shifts into Homid form.
Matt contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Matt shifts into Homid form.
Hazmat contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
You shift into Lupus form.
Wayfinder stands ready, eyeing both Matt and Shakes with distaste.
Tastes-Ashes rolls her eyes. ~Why didn't you say so?~ She gets off of Hazmat 
  and glowers.
Second-Chance snorts again this time, with a little sour humor. Because I did 
  not have the chance. I would appreciate it if you would help me to get them 
  there without further fighting, though, Tastes-Ashes-rhya.
Thena heads off around the wheel to the north.
Thena has left.
Drew nods to the Fianna, after another warning look at Kosh, before taking a 
  step towards Becca, in an inspection whether the Gnawer can move under her 
  own power.
Hazmat pushes unsteadily to her feet. Her own wounds are fairly superficial, 
  though she's as much red as white now. She holds herself uncommmonly still, 
  unusually unexpressive.
Tastes-Ashes steps over towards the wounded Gnawer and looks down at her and 
  her companion with obvious distaste. ~I'll carry this one. She'll survive.~ 
  And with that, Tastes-Ashes scoops up the Gnawer with a grunt and begins to 
  walk towards the lone boulder.
Kosh turns to Drew and says, "I am fine," his body is calm now, shoulders 
  relaxed. "I had to resist the urge to dive in there..."
Drew tilts his head towards Matt, and jerks after Becca, in an instruction to 
  the Theurge to follow.
Steps-on-Cracks doesn't say anything to her packmate, looking fairly close to 
  a dog that's been whipped one too many times. She's not in danger of dying, 
  that much can be told, though another few seconds at the rate things were 
  going and she might have been. Until someone tells her to shift she's 
  staying like that, a hand pressed to her side.
Second-Chance chuffs terse thanks, glaring around at the rest, then moves to 
  heads towards the Lone Boulder now that she knows Tommie is being escorted 
  there.
Second-Chance heads off around the wheel to the north.
John O'Morain emerges from the rim of the Wheel, and makes his way out toward 
  you.
Snow Walker follows close to the rear, watching for violent movement.
Snow Walker heads off around the wheel to the north.
Tastes-Ashes growls at the Gnawer. ~Shift down. You can't walk like that, but 
  I'll be damned if I'll carry you like this.~
John O'Morain heads off around the wheel to the north.
Matt heads off around the wheel to the north.
Hazmat ducks her head, pawing absently at her left ear, looking somewhat... 
  disconnected.
Wayfinder nudges Jimmy. Come on, yuf.
Steps-on-Cracks contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Steps-on-Cracks shifts into Lupus form.
Drew heads off around the wheel to the north.
Tastes-Ashes heads off around the wheel to the north.
Jimmy Wilson heads off around the wheel to the north.
Steps-on-Cracks heads off around the wheel to the north.
Wayfinder heads off around the wheel to the north.
Kosh turns to Hazmat and says, "Rest here." His eyes are awash with a clouded 
  mix of emotions. "And stay alive..."
Kosh heads off around the wheel to the north.
Matt emerges from the rim of the Wheel, and makes his way out toward you.
Unferth shrugs and turns, heading into the caern to guard there.
Unferth sets out west, towards the Caern.
Matt heads off around the wheel to the north.
Hazmat paws her ear again as though infected with mites. Then she abruptly 
  vanishes off into the woods, though not toward the caern.