Yi whistles some strains of 'Hakuna Matata' as she almost dances along, the extra energy of the new moon dissipating rather slowly through her body. It's like she's drunken a six-pack of Coke at one sitting...except she answered the call of Gaia before hand. A backpack behind her clunks with some odd sounds, mostly glass and some metal amongst other things.

Helen steps into the caern, clicking her tongue absently as she spots Yi. "What the hell are you doin'?" she queries, tilting her head and grinning.

By the waterfall, Mark comes down the trail from the rim above.

Yi spins to face Helen and pauses. "Looking for you, of course," she grins. "Don't you remember?" Her head tilts a bit, her smile enigmatic.

Helen runs a hand through her dark hair, and flashes her teeth in a smile. "'Course!" she answers, moving towards the Gnawer.

Yi sets the bag down with a clunk, and motions for Helen to have a seat as she opens up the bag. For a moment, she's very slow at it. Almost, deferential, but to the point of some exaggeration. "So, you want to learn how to open things like the rest of us lazy ragabashes..." she chuckles. "Well, what do you think happens when the gift is used? What sort of ... 'mojo' goes into opening a sealed item?" Out comes the source of glass clunking. Snapple. The metal cans, Coke. The last item, a box with intricate geometric designs. It doesn't look like the box has any opening latches.

Helen considers this for a moment, regarding the other ragabash; she moves towards the cans and boxes and glasses and all of that. "Well. Gaia's mojo," she muses. "Or whatever spirit does that kind of stuff."

Yi sits down crosslegged on the ground, the Snapple, Coke and the sole box in front of her in a row. "Well.. Joey explained it with Mojo. I'm not quite sure what it means, but I think of it as Chi. But, that's my way of thinking... so... the best I can come up with is.. Have you ever seen Star Wars?" she looks over at Helen.

Helen clicks her tongue. "Duh," she answers, obviously to the Star Wars query.

Yi shrugs and continues on, "It's like the Force. The Jedi used it to influence people's minds. So, this uses it influence the seal you want opened." She picks up a Snapple bottle, holding it up. For a moment, her eyes narrow and her gaze intensifies to the lid of the glass bottle. A few seconds pass, and suddenly it pops up. Yi looks back up at Helen. "Kiwi strawberry, or Mango Madness?"

Helen blinks at that, and bites her lower lip. "Kiwi strawberry," she tells Yi.

The Canto-Gnawer grins, putting the bottle down and handing a bottle appropriately marked with pinkish clear fluid over to Helen. "It sometimes takes a little. Just think that, it is under your control. Be confident, and assert your will upon the seal. Might not happen, but that is the first step."

By the waterfall, Kaz comes down the trail from the rim above.

By the waterfall, Mark is eavesdropping. It's obvious. He's also bleeding. Well, oozing. The wounds he incurred yesterday have not fully healed. Probably won't for another day or so. Meanwhile, they're oozing. He's tired, hungry, and cold. None of those things matter too much, however. He's spying. Pointed glabro ears and preternatural glabro eyes are intensely focussed on the lesson at the center of the caern.

By the waterfall, Kaz, who is not oozing, clambers down the path, wincing occasionally as she does so. Given the fog, she has yet to notice anyone yet. As she progresses, several rocks skitter down and land in the pool.

By the waterfall, Mark fails to flinch, or even react to the sound of clattering rocks on the trail. He is perched atop one of the larger stones.

Yi isn't really paying attention to the two by the waterfall, with the rock clatter and splashing lost with the cascading water's muted roar.

By the waterfall, Soon, Kaz reaches the top of the waterfall, and is, in fact, able to see at least Mark. And, after a brief, pregnant pause, /she/ starts spying on /him/.

By the waterfall, Mark has his chin cradled in one Neandrathal hand. Overlarge nostrils flare and subsde with each breath. This pose persists for a long, tense moment.

By the waterfall, Evidently, Kaz has good aim. Taking a small rock, she pelts it down about a foot from where Mark is sitting; by the time he looks up, she's waving genially at him.

By the waterfall, The rock ricochets off a stone near Mark's foot and careens out into the pool. Immediately, and predictably, the Get is up and investigating where it came from. When his eyes land on the galliard he's on his feet, charging her like a linebacker. "You!"

Yi looks around while taking a small sip of her Snapple, and spots Kaz way up over the waterfall. Then the exclamation surprises her, voice unfamiliar, she blinks.

Eyes regard the bottle of kiwi strawberry Snapple, and Helen concentrates; the ragabash bites her lower lip, and attempts to see if the gift might work. However, at the distraction, she glances towards Mark with raised brows.

Yi stands up slowly, her movement smooth as she nods for Helen to continue. "Keep concentrating. It'll come eventually, with a pop." She narrows her eyes some to look over at the commotion.

By the waterfall, Kaz eyes the Get warily, and clambers up on top one of the larger rocks. "There some reason you're chargin' at me like you wanted t'kill me, darlin'?"

Helen's brows furrow, and she looks back to Yi, and then to the bottle. This time she eyes the bottle top with a dark concentration, as if she were damning it and just daring the thing not to open. In a minute or so, however, her perserverance pays off: the top pops off, and the ragabash laughs and claps her hands in wonder at her accomplishment, ignorant of others who might stare at her behavior.

By the waterfall, Mark races to the top of the small trail. Unfortunately, Kaz has found herself a better vantage point, which leaves Mark pacing below her like some caged animal. "Get down," he barks -- the English accent mangled by the jaws of this form. "We got unfinished business."

By the waterfall, Kaz smirks at him. "You wanna do this all official like then, m'dear? Over there at the Outcroppin', so we don't have random annoyin' half moons tryinna fuck up our fun? Or y'want me t'just scream'n leap at you?"

Yi looks back over at the pop, and grins wryly before turning her attention over to Kaz and who she guesses by now, in that newcomer Get. "Is there some reason you want to be fighting in the caern, guest of the Hidden Walk?" she calls over above the waterfall's noise. "Because I'm trying to teach a lesson here, and I doubt it is appreciated."

By the waterfall, Mark's eyes darken, like stormclouds gathering on the horizon. "Like I said, unfinished business."

By the waterfall, Kaz eyes the Get. "That wasn't an answer. If you wanna go be official and shit, /go/. I won' jump you."

Helen clicks her tongue in a 'tsk, tsk' type of action. "Don't diss Gaia and act like a dumbass in the caern, _sir_."

By the waterfall, Mark takes two steps back from the boulder. The exertion of sprinting up the trail has opened the wounds at his groin, and fresh blood stains his pants. His eyes never leave Kaz.

Yi looks up over at Kaz, then down at the Get. "What ever happened to manners of stepping into another's home?" she queries, seemingly to Helen with a cluck of her tongue. She turns back and sits down, trusting Kaz to take care of it. "So... where were we?" She seems a little more bristly now, but keeps a cool exterior for the most part. "You got it open. It's the Force. Or the Mojo, whichever you'd like to call it." She smirks at Helen. "Cheers, na?" her Mango Madness Snapple goes up in a toast before she takes a large gulp.

By the waterfall, Kaz apparently has bandages under her t-shirt, since she's moving a little stiffly. Despite the utter stupidity of giving up such an advantage, she actually does jump down and start walking toward the outcropping.

"Oh, man. What the fuck happened?" Helen winces, looking away from Mark, and then peers at Yi curiously. "I guess so," the ragabash Fury says, grabbing her drink and taking a sip of it. "This shit's not very good, but, hey, whatever."

Yi shrugs and looks back over to the two fighters. "A guest apparently was being rude to his hostess. And she decided to teach him some manners." Her eyes stray over to the lesson somewhat bungled. "What flavor would you prefer?" comes her subject bouncing query.

By the waterfall, Mark waits until Kaz passes him, and then follows her. He's not particularly concerned with the comments at the center. Instead he keeps about 10 feet behind the metis, moving to the outcropping.

By the waterfall, Kaz sticks mostly to the edges of the Caern, so as to disturb the lesson /somewhat/ less. Once she clambers up to the outcropping, she finds a good spot, and turns to face him, eyebrow raising under her hair enquiringly.

[Mark's glabro desc]
A barbaric mane of inky black hair does only a little to conceal the jutted brow and sharply pointed ears that mark this young man as Garou. Anchored by two deep brown eyes, his expression betrays an ominous terror roiling just below the surface, counting its release. A dark coat of grey body hair disguises his arms and chest. Clothes stretch tightly across a developed frame: ragged t-shirt, jeans, and torn flannel. Like stones clattering together, his voice rumbles and clicks with each spoken word.

Yi glances over at the two and notes the oozing blood from the Get. "Don't kill each other now," she remarks a little dryly.

From the rock outcropping, Mark removes his jacket and then his shirt. The cool rain plasters his black hair to the side of his neck and face. The grey body hair on his arms and chest rises against the cold. As the fog envelops the grotto, he meets Kaz' expression with his own version of the same. It would be difficult to tell which was uglier.

From the rock outcropping, Kaz removes her jacket, but keeps the t-shirt on. "So. Who's challengin' who, then?"

From the rock outcropping, "Mary, Mother of God, just fight, already!" Mark barks out.

From the rock outcropping, Kaz snorts. "Some half moon /you/ are." She falls into that familiar ready stance, not yet moving.

Yi doesn't seem to mind the rain, her eyes almost focused on the fight solely. The Canto-Gnawer closes her eyes momentarily before turning back to Helen momentarily. "Guess this will have to wait for a different time."

From the rock outcropping, There is a moment when Mark's bile rises, a flare of temper. When Kaz squares off, his eyes unfocus and a calm seems to flow through his body. The hair receeds, revealing the short shock of white, the naked torso of his homid forms greets hers. And his fists clench.

From the rock outcropping, Kaz stays where she is, watching him silently. "You havin' fun, freezin' your butt off?"

Yi then gets a little idea, but keeps it quietly to herself as she turns back halfway to Helen. Her eyes still flicker between the lesson and the fight, mind in debate whether to continue or to watch.

From the rock outcropping, Mark is not so quick to rush in as yesterday. This fight is more methodical than 'all-out' at least for the moment. Some quick jabs and feints are thrown to test out Kaz' defenses and preferences.

From the rock outcropping, Perhaps because she's already hurt, perhaps because she saw his reaction to her ears before, or perhaps because she just wants to hit something, Kaz stays in homid this time. She's not fantastic, as a fistfighter, but she's not horrible, either. She blocks most of the feints, though by no means all, and shows a marked preference for her left hand, in terms of hitting things.

Helen clenches her teeth, watching this, and then her eyes falter to peer at Yi. "I'll go," the Fury murmurs, gathering herself to her feet in a fluid motion. She slinks off from the caern, blue eyes dark; something's bothering her. Either that or she's taking Ritalin or some other emotion-altering drug.

Yi nods over at Helen, and watches her briefly when she moves off. The drinks and box are packed away into the pack she brought and she shoulders this before moving closer towards the fight area. Her eyes observe with an appraising gleam as she sets down somewhere out of the way but in easy view.

At the Rock Outcropping
The Walk flattens out here, a more stable and solid area than around the steam vents or even the Walk's center. The grass near the center of this area is broken only by a single rocky outcropping, an oval slab of rock jutting out of the ground at a slight angle, ending up only about a foot above the ground. The slab itself is fairly smooth, with a few rough bumps and cracks as if to show that it has been untouched by the hands of any carvers. With its slight rise reaching generally towards the center, the rock slab seems to form a natural dais, a platform just a little above the level of the rest of the caern.
The caern circles away from the walls east, towards the swirling area, and south, towards the steam vents; the center is southeast of here. There looks to be a trail, not quite even a path, that may be navigable up to the rim from here.
Contents:
Mark
Kaz
Obvious exits:
Windy Spot Center Steam Vents Up the Trail

It's a fairly long fight, as fistfights go; Mark acquits himself well, snapping off quick, decisive jabs, peppering Kaz, the occasional stronger haymaker thrown in for good measure. Occasionally, the metis stumbles, but she's something of a brick, and she also heals in this form; where Mark gets tagged and bruised, Kaz stays unmarked. Eventually, this difference wears him down enough for her knock him down, fairly decisively; he looks a little stunned, bleeding from the mouth and over the eye slightly. She stands over him, and asks, "Had 'nuff?"

Yi watches the fight avidly, observing techniques of both offense and defense of the two fighters, taking mental notes of the differences and similarities before finishing her Snapple and tucking the empty bottle into her pack.

The vast bulk of the forseti's rage is spent as he sits on the wet rocks, panting. He reaches up to wipe the blood away from his eye with the back of his hand. He looks up and doesn't answer right away. More rain splatters across his form. -- He nods.

Kaz backs off a few steps. "Rock," she mutters, "Now maybe I can finally stop tearing myself open again."

Yi cracks open a couple of Cokes she takes out of her bag and stands to offer them to the two fighters, first to Kaz then to Mark. "I'm curious to know why a halfmoon of all Garou would be fighting with Kaz, but first.. introductions." She holds out a can to Mark. "Song Yi Ling, Three-Blades, Bone Gnawer cliath and ragabash, formerly of the Sept of Rat's Tail in Hong Kong and currently daughter of Salmon. You are...?"

Mark spits blood, pushing himself more upright, and then to one knee. There's a pride in the bruises and cauliflowered ear. He turns his brown eyes on the Gnawer smartmouth and hisses his answer. "Get of Fenris."

Kaz takes the Coke, and salutes both of them with it. "See, he was givin' me attitude 'cause I'm a metis, an', well, I gave him attitude right back, 'cause I'm me, so he finally decided he didn't want to use his brain anymore and wanted to fight it out, an' I was just fine with that, except then I shifted and he thought I was a Dancer, which is a reasonable assumption if you ain't seen me before, so he freaked, and then people interrupted 'cause they're obsessive, and so we hadda finish." Ok, it's not a very /good/ explanation...

But good enough for Yi. Her hand still holds the offered Coke, waiting for either acceptance or refusal. "Hello, Mark, halfmoon of the Get," she says amiably enough. To Kaz, she nods. "I've seen you shifted. Reasonable enough. I wonder though, what would a lone Dancer be doing in the middle of a caern as pure as this one." She grins wryly, the newmoon making it even more edgy.

Mark's gaze flicks up and over to the galliard's version of events and then to Yi. He slowly pulls his battered frame up to two legs and stands there stoicly silent. "Cherishing her inner puppy, I suppose." -- "You coming to a point anytime soon, little Rattail?"

Kaz asks Yi, somewhat amused now, "You see why things kinda went t'th' hittin' stage?"

Yee takes back the untaken Coke and sips it herself with a nod to Kaz. To Mark, she answers, "My point is, you are a guest. A rude one. And your mind is as closed as your black eye right now."

Mark corrects, "Fuck you. I'm Mark Pryce, Gathering Storm of the Sept of the Hidden Walk born human under the half-moon to the Get of Fenris." Before gingerly shifting to lupus and picking his way out of the caern.

Kaz shrugs. "Well, y'know. Lone Dancers've done awful shit, before. So he gotta point. He's just, y'know. Gettish."

Kaz then adds, "Hunt well, dude."

Yi looks over at Mark moving away and shrugs with another gulp of Coke. "I stand corrected. Good Hunting, Storm-Over-His-Head."

Yi looks back to Kaz. "That's true. Didn't have to get angry about it though." She shrugs and grins. "Well enough. You're ok though?" Her eyes move up and down to check injuries, even though most have healed by now.

Kaz still moves a bit stiffly around the midsection -- getting eviscerated will do that to you. But any wounds from the fistfight have healed already. "I'm fine. I just wanneda make sure th'goober wasn't gonna keep fuckin' with me. He'll be ok now -- well, 'ok' in the sense of he won't be tryinna attack me every two seconds." She adds, apologetically, "Didn't mean to fuck up your lesson. It's just, I wanted to do it /right/. Y'know?"

Yi waves the apology away with a free hand. "I can find Helen again. In the meanwhile, we should get out of the rain, shouldn't we?" Her hand goes to cover the Coke can's hole as she half-smiles. "You're a good fighter."

Kaz shakes her hair out. This helps very little, as she continues getting water dripping in her eyes. "Yeah. I got Rach's van over the Farmhouse." Taking a mammoth swig of Coke, she drains the whole container. There's a long pause, while she restrains a burp heroically, and then she adds, "I been an adult Garou f'over fifteen years, I'd hope I'd pick somethin' up in that time." A beat, and then, very sincerely, "Thanks."

Yi laughs and drains her own Coke a little slower but nevertheless a nice chug. She moves off the fighting area to pick up her pack and offers to take the empty can. "It's only the truth," she remarks with a smile. "But yes, let's get out of the rain."

Kaz hands it over with a grin, and waits for her to zip it up before accompanying the Ragabash up the trail toward the Farmhouse, starting to whistle after a fairly short time -- 'California Dreamin', entirely unconsciously.