It is currently 10:59 Pacific Time on Fri Jan 30 1998.
Currently on this breezy and freezing winter midmorning in the general St.
Claire area, it is 25 degrees Fahrenheit (-3.9 degrees Celsius). The wind is
coming from the southeast at 6.55 mph. The ground is snowy. Skies are clear
with a possible chance of precipitation.
Currently the moon is in the waxing No Moon phase (18% full).
Big Red Barn(#3420RA)
The barn is built in the old style, a vast three level structure that is
greater in height than a mere three stories, actually closer to five. Great
wooden posts support the weight of the upper levels and roof, sunk into the
hard-packed dirt floor of the first level like a sparse forest of regularly
spaced, naked trees. The stalls and flagstones which once were here have
been torn out to leave a rather open area where even crinos Garou may roam
freely without fear of running into anything but the supports or the walls
or the ladder at the back which allows access to the other two levels.
The first two levels are relatively open to each other, the second being only
little wider than a catwalk going around all the walls but the front one,
which has massive, twenty foot tall doors set into it. The third level is a
true second floor except for a place cut out that allowed hay to be tossed
down to the ground floor when the farm was actually worked. Now, it is a
hayloft where Garou can sleep outside of the house.
Dusty nods thoughtfully to Heart-of-Fury, muttering, "I want him to tell me
what happened, too." Only then does he look down at Jean, all the anger
fading out of his voice to become gentle and as reassuring as possible. "I'm
here to help, Jean. Just relax and don't try to talk."
The barn doors open a tad, just enough to emit the overtall Metis.
Stormcloud enters the ground level of the barn through one of the doors.
Stormcloud has arrived.
Jean lays resting in some bloodied blankets in the corner of the barn. He
looks half dead with numerous gaping wounds and scratches. The wounds are no
longer fresh and are no longer bleeding. Most have scabbed over.
Steven shrugs, some, just watching for now.
Stormcloud quickly works his way into the barn, in homid, closing the door
behind him. As soon as he is able, he returns to his birth form and sniffs
the air.
Jean just lays there not doing much of anything with one eye half open which
occasionally rolls in the socket.
Erik stops short just within the barn, clearly taken aback by the sight of the
mauled form. He glances to Steven and then Dusty, sunken eyes worriedly
questioning.
Dusty is on his knees beside Jean, a small canister on the ground next to him
as he talks quietly. His eyes snap briefly up to Steven, then to Erik and
Stormcloud as the door opens.
Stormcloud paces forward and gives Steven a nudge, giving Dusty and Jean only
a cursory look. Speak with this one?
Steven clears his throat, glancing down. "Uh. Sure. Why don't we go outside."
Erik rubs the back of his neck and moves over toward Dusty after giving Steven
and the Talon a sidelong look. Quietly, he murmurs, "What happened?"
Stormcloud flicks an ear, falling in behind the Fianna.
Steven shrugs. "Cub got beat up. Maybe he found an irritated bear."
Steven leaves the barn through one of the doors.
Steven has left.
Dusty shakes his head slowly at Erik, waiting till the door clsoes to murmur,
"I don't think these are bear marks -- too big and animal marks would have
mostly healed already, from what I've been taught."
Stormcloud stops to listen to Dusty, then is gone, pausing only to shift where
appropriate.
Stormcloud leaves the barn through one of the doors.
Stormcloud has left.
Erik avoids looking at the bloodied form. "Not if he's in his birth form," the
skeletal metis points out. He shifts his weight and non-sequitors, "Kasie's
back."
[Dusty pages me that Jean is in Glabro.]
Dusty looks up briefly at this non-sequitur, surprised. "Really? Where'd she
go?"
You paged Dusty with 'Oh. Well, nevermind. Erik's perception's off, obviously,
because of the blood and blankets, Jean's small size, and his own
unwillingness to look very hard. :)'.
Dusty 'adds, lamely. "He's not, though."
Erik rubs the back of his neck. "Alaska, apparently. But she's... very much
well." He pauses. "The other cub, your tribemate. James? He died."
Dusty blinks, two or three times, then bites his lip. "Does Andrea know?" he
asks quietly.
Erik shakes his head, still not looking at the mauled figure in the blankets.
"I don't know. Kasie just returned last night."
Jean eye closes and some of the seething hate seems to dissipate.
Keith enters the ground level of the barn through one of the doors.
Keith has arrived.
Keith stumbles into the Barn. "Whoa. You just see weird sights everday."
Jean lays resting in some bloodied blankets in the corner of the barn. He
looks half dead with numerous gaping wounds and scratches. The wounds are no
longer fresh and are no longer bleeding. Most have scabbed over.
Dusty is kneeling by Jean's side, a canister by his side on the floor. His
eyes, though, are on Erik standing above him, and quickly snap to the
doorway as Keith blusters through, a frown pulling down the corners of his
lips. "Please close the door," he calls.
Keith waves to Dusty. "Erm Hi, Dusty how's things?"
Erik glances over at the hyper-burly young Silver Fang, and then back to the
floor. He shifts his weight, ill at ease.
Dusty seems somewhat taken aback by the hyper Fang, but nonetheless answers,
quietly and a bit shyly. "Fine, Keith. Please shut the door behind you," he
repeats firmly.
Keith nods, then closes the door. "Sure thang, Dusty! Heya, Erik!" The young
Fang waves his hand enthusiastically at Erik, obviously glad to see someone
familiar from his cubhood days.
Jean seems to be sleeping.
Erik murmurs a subdued greeting.
Keith looks at Jean. "Hell. The cub looks better. Never learned his name,
weighs a ton though. Anyway Dusty...what's his name? I mean besides bleedin'
and all the other unmentionable names that ermm..me and Dillan gave him
while carrying him here." The Fang grins good-naturedly at the shy CoGgie.
Dusty nods to Keith, answering absently, "Jean,", then breathes deeply as one
who is gathering their thoughts together. His eyes go back down to Jean,
studying him carefully, and he moves the blankets carefully with one gloved
hand to get a better look at his wounds.
Erik shuffles his feet a bit and kneels down near the blanketed form, all the
while keeping a wary eye on the enthusiastic Fang.
Keith, blinks at Dusty and Erik, "Hey...you two need anything? Food, meddicine
and stuff?"
Jim Storm enters the ground level of the barn through one of the doors.
Jim Storm has arrived.
Jean lays resting in some bloodied blankets in the corner of the barn. He
looks half dead with numerous gaping wounds and scratches. The wounds are no
longer fresh and are no longer bleeding. Most have scabbed over.
Keith waves to the huge guy. "Heya. You're the guy talking to Steven, right?
You do seem familiar a bit....who are you, really?"
Dusty glances up at Erik again, then jerks his head at Keith briefly. His
breathing settles as his eyes return to Jean, though, and he strips his
glvoes off with smooth and even motions, laying them quite precisely next to
him.
[Jim Storm, who is Stormcloud in Homid]
You see a rather hirsute, giant of a man with unkempt, black hair and alot of
facial growth. His stooped shoulders make him seem shorter than his actual
7'2". His 410 pound frame seems to lumber a bit, but his green eyes take in
everything. He seems very uncomfortable at present.
Their are a few light scars apparent on his torso. Presently he is wearing an
ill-fitting jumpsuit and nothing else.
+details for more.
Jim Storm makes his way back in, closing the door behind him carefully, then
stands in front of it with arms crossed over his chest. He doesn't answer
Keith immediately, looking him over for a moment before answering.
"Stormcloud."
Erik nods a bit to Dusty, then pushes to his feet, moving with disturbing,
skeletal grace toward the Fang. Resting a hand on Keith's arm, he murmurs,
"Could you, er, please be quiet? Or speak outside, if you indeed must be...
excitable?"
A look of recognization dawns on the young Fang's face, as the huge man makes
his proclaimation. Turning to Erik, Keith nods.
Dusty begins to hum softly to himself, the soft notes appearing to be
primarily to settle his mind further at first. He opens the canister and
takes a fingerful of the pungent-smelling contents, and smooths them gently
over some of Jean's wounds. He takes his time, his singing gradually
becoming a bit louder and even adding words as he works. For those who have
seen him do this before, the mixture is more pungent than before, though the
scent itself hasn't changed -- it's jsut stronger.
Keith sliently cheers Dusty on, mouthing a 'go Dusty'.
Erik gives Keith a look of severe bemusement and turns his silent attention to
Dusty.
Jim Storm is actually not watching the scene, standing still before the door,
looking off to one side at nothing in particular.
Dusty spnds several minutes doing this, longer than usual. The song he sings
sounds like a prayer, his voice carrying it delicately and softly so as not
to disturb anyone else.
Bring him peace, bring him joy
He is young, he is only a boy
You can take, you can give
Let him be, let him live
If I die, let me die, let him live
Bring him home...
Bring him home...
Bring him home...
Erik bites his lower lip and remains silent, enrapt.
Keith gazes at the scene intently, engrossed in the gift.
Some of the smaller wounds knit and close with other furthering to heal. The
worse seems to be a gaping hole in his side which is still there as if
someone had reached inside and pulled part of him out.
Derrick enters the ground level of the barn through one of the doors.
Derrick has arrived.
Jim Storm is standing right in front of the doors just inside the barn.
Jean eyes blinks half open. He seems conscious enough to groan from the pain
but seems to be bearing it well. His eyes seem full of rage like burning
fires. His intial anger turns to confusion as his eyes focus on Dusty and
his rage seems then pushed aside and buried. His faces settles as he softly
growls "Thankyou".
Dusty draws away a bit, seeming to come out of it a bit, enough at least to
wipe his hand on the seat of his jeans. He nods, murmuring quietly, "No
problem," still seeming to be somewhat entranced.
Derrick slips into the barn, and stops short as he sees the Talon. "Hey."
Jim Storm looks behind him, then moves enough to allow the Fang to enter. He
says nothing just now, turning to look back Dusty's handiwork.
Derrick catches a scent or two, and gestures at Jean. "What happened to him?"
Keith whispers to Derrick, "He got his ass kicked by Athena. Really good."
Jean still appears severely wounded on the bloodied blankets but not as dead
anymore. His eyes wander the room a brief moment focusing on no one in
particular as he closes them trying to rest.
Derrick's eyes widen slightly. "The heck did he do to deserve that?" he asks,
not particularly quietly.
Keith shrugs, "Well..erm when I got to the scene, she was finishing him off."
THe Fang's words apparently catch Dusty's attention, because Dusty comes fully
out of the trance and cranes his neck to fix Keith with a dark, cold stare.
"Athena did this?"
Erik withdraws somewhat, toward the edge of the barn, silent.
Derrick chews on that for a moment. "Shit," is his main comment. "Take it you
snapped her out've it, Keith?"
Keith nods to Dusty, slightly unnerved by the intensity of his stare.
"Well....she did. Dillan was there too...and some crazy guy yipping and
barking like some dog in heat."
Jim Storm looks over to Dusty now, rumbling lowly a short question. "Leave him
here?"
Closing his eyes for a second, Keith replies Derrick. "Yup. I think I snapped
her..partly, don't know though. I kinda blundered into it after I heard
sounds of battle. You know..screaming, snarling and all that."
Erik unobtrusively climbs up the ladder and disappears into the hayloft.
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