6/22/2004

05:53 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

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 A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall.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.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
NOTE: Current Farmhouse Residents (Updated: Jun 18)
Obvious exits:
Kitchen/Dining Room  Front Door  STairs  

In the back of the house, Todd finishes up his cooking(enough for several people), the smell of bacon, eggs and other good stuff floating through the farmhouse. He slides some food onto a plate for himself, and gets a glass of OJ. Yum. Thus prepared, he sits down to eat.

Kenneth doesn't bother to knock when he comes up the steps from the porch, simply opening the front door and making his way inside the house. His headphones are on his ears, wired to a CD Player in his pocket and playing some tracks. He looks towards the kitchen at the smell of food wafting about, but doesn't head in that direction. Instead he simply sets his racquet bag down on one side of the long couch and sits down where he is.

In the back of the house, Todd perks a little at the sound of the door opening, but continues to eat none-the-less.

Kenneth finally does get up after the second track finishes about 4 minutes later, turning off the headphones and unplugging them with great care. He slips the CD player back into the tennis bag along with the wire connector, and makes his way towards the kitchen to get something out of the refridgerator. A hand moves to tuck the headphones behind his ears.

You go through the open doorway at the end of the front hall to enter the large room subdivided into the kitchen and dining room of the house.

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.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Todd
Obvious exits:
Hallway/Living Room  Back Door  

Cutter pages to Todd, Mara, and Kenneth: There is a rather firm thumping at the front door.

Todd looks up from his almost empty plate as the newcomer walks in, moving to wave. "Hell...o...." His eyes go wide as he recognizes the youth that just walked in, cursing softly under his breath. He shoots to his feet, almost knocking the chair over.

Kenneth too looks towards his greeter, and recognition flashes over his face, followed swiftly after by a dark stare. "Hell, yes," he replies softly, before shooting straight towards the other cub with a mean left hook. No questions asked.

In the front rooms, Cutter steps in from the porch, closing the front door behind him.

Todd retorts. "Hell no!" As he shoves the dining table across the floor with a booted foot, aiming to strike him in the gut with the edge. A distraction made, the Gnawer breaks for the nearby kitchen, fork still grasped in his hand.

In the front rooms, Cutter leans his head in. "As if someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door," he says as he limps inside, leaning on a silver-headed cane. "You did hear me rapping, didn't you?"

Kenneth's fist is interrupted as he diverts to stop the table. The clatter of dishes sliding around is accompanied with a yell from him, "Get back here you punk!" The youth quite locked on his target, he is oblivious to the knocking and entry of others into the house. The table is shoved aside, and again he makes an unobstructed pursuit towards the other cub in the kitchen.

In the front rooms, Cutter sighs to himself and closes the door behind him, thumping across the room.
Todd rushes into the kitchen, and kicks the door shut, intending to either strike him with it, or slam it on errant fingers. Luckily, the house is old and sturdy. No hollow-core doors here! The Gnawer, mind racing, fumbles in his jacket. Damn Philidox took his true 'weapons' from him. (Whip and stiletto.)

Kenneth blazes towards the kitchen, and brooking no argument, makes his shift into the glabro form. His clothes strain but seem to enlarge to fit tightly, headphones included, and he slams shoulder first into the door, bursting it open.

Todd is waiting for the enraged Cub on the other side of the door, hidden to the side. He's also bulked up into glabro form as well, and when Ken bust through the door, he swings at this head with full force. Granted, he is using the frying pan as a weapon, but thankfully it has cooled to non-scalding levels.

In the front rooms, Cutter thumps his way into the dining room, looking stern and full of thunder.

Kenneth sees the frying pan just in time, a muscled right arm coming up to block the pan. It hits with a painful clang, but it doesn't seem to phase the glabro as he snarls wordlessly as his left fist clenches into a fist and swings right for the other glabro's jawline.

Mara yelps in surprise as Todd and the other boy go at each other. She fairly sure its against the rules to fight in the house. How typically male of them.

Todd growls in his throat as his attack is thwarted and countered, his head snapping back to avoid the fist. He manages, barely, and uses the backwards momentum to counterbalance a solid kick to the knee with his steel-toe boots. He hopes it connects.

Cutter lurches around the mess of the dining room and, leaning forward on his cane, shouts a single word with the full force of his rank behind it. "ENOUGH!" After a breath, he shouts "Take this shit outside! This instant!"

Cutter pages: The force of his authority hits you like a palpable blow. (Game effects--lose 2 rage and 2 WP.)

Kenneth backs up just enough to catch the other cub's leg with both hands. As Cutter's command belts out, Kenneth's own roar is accompanied with a heave aimed to throw the cub against the wall.

Todd curses. "This isn't the..." He's cut off though, as the hold on his leg tosses him. If he were human, he would have flown. But with the bulk of glabro, he skids, more than anything, tumbling lazily. He slams into the wall, a bit slumped. It splinters the waistcotting, but any damage, if done, would heal quick. "Fucking place! The barn!"

Kenneth still has a hold on Todd's leg, but Cutter's command seems to have stopped him just long enough so he can gather his wits again. He drops the other glabro's leg, gazing in the direction of his elder.

For a brief moment, Mara considers getting between them while they're spearated. In case they start up again. Then she decides she's not stupid and she'll let the elder deal with them.

Cutter says "You heard me! Right out that back door! If you two want to tear each other up, do it in the god damned yard!"

Todd stands up. "I don't really want to tear him up." He speaks for a moment, in a foreign tongue, to himself. "So you're a garou, eh? Well, if that ain't something." He smiles softly, something pretty odd in glabro. "If you still got a grudge against me, I understand. But lets go to the barn, huh? We can talk about it for a few minutes, and if you're still mad after I tell you why I did it, we can fight. Deal?"

Kenneth looks back to Todd the moment he starts talking, and snorts at the entire spiel. All he replies with is a growled out, "Matteru ze." The implication is obvious. He'll be waiting there. Walking to the glass door, it is slid less than gently open, and Kenneth makes his way outside to the barn.

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.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Obvious exits:
BarnYard  

Paws shifts into crinos and turns to Kenneth, ears flicking. ~Ready to talk?~

Kenneth turns from the haybale where he sets his headphones, seeing the Gnawer in crinos. He doesn't reply, considering he probably doesn't yet know how to speak the Mother Tongue. He does, though, seem to recognize the growling as such. He takes a few paces forward towards the warform, remaining in the near-man. "Come on then."

Todd shifts back to glabro. "Oh, sorry. Forgot you don't speak that. Anyway, I need to tell you about why I did what I did." Thankfully, there is a good ten or twelve feet between them. "Do you know anything about my Tribe, the Bone Gnawers?"

"Fuck all that," Kenneth spits out, eyes still blazing with a very obvious grudge, taking another step towards the now glabro. "We settle this, Now."

Todd shrugs. "Have it your way. Sorry, kid." He shakes his head sadly and shifts himself down to hispo, settling himself onto his massive paws from which he gets his name. He tenses himself, and gets ready to spring.

Kenneth waits for the Gnawer cub to finish shifting forms, before lifting a hand beckoning him to make the first move. "Come on."

Paws remains tense, as if considering, before hatching himself a plan. His begins to skitter back and forth on his paws, widening his arc. He keeps his distance, but now Kenneth must shift his posture to face an attack.

Kenneth does indeed turn with only just enough so that he presents his side as the target, not a full frontal. He's only patient long enough to wait for the Gnawer to pull something like spitting out gouts of flame from his mouth, or whatever else Garou can do in their other forms.

Paws suddenly lunges forward with a growl, in a bolt of energy that seems aimed directly at Ken's legs. A crippling blow in the making no doubt! Until, just before he enters Ken's striking range, Paws veers off completely! A feint!

Kenneth crouches lightly as the hispo comes at him, fully expecting at full attack. His hands come up ready, but when the huge nearwolf leaps away he whirls in what was going to be a dodge. Like a matador to the bull, he simply stares again and faces the cub, waiting.

Paws continues to circle around the other cub, slowly making his way between him and the door. Back and forth. Another feint or two. Its obvious the Ragabash is toying with Kenneth.

Kenneth continues to circle, dodge feints, and wait for an opportunity. Then just as Paws is leaping away from a feinted attack, the Slord cub is fast on him. Weight shifting between legs, Kenneth makes a grab for what fur and skin he can grab a hold of from the fleeing Gnawer's body, injury be damned.

Paws slips from his grasping hands like some kind of ghostly-hellhound, apparently unstoppable. Ken should be realizing about now that this fight, for him, is hopeless. Surrender is a logical option.

Kenneth has had enough of this foolishness. Circling to put himself in between the barn's front doors and his opponent, he growls out stiffly, "If you want out, you'll have to force your way out, Coward." Shifting to the crinos form, he roars out in a challenge at the shorter hispo, claws exposed and gleaming in matte blackish brown bone [Editor's Note: I meant Keratin].

Paws snorts softly, and cocks his head at the now-crinos. Good shifter. His ears flick as he studies the crinos a moment, trying to determine how steady he is in this new, crazy form, so unlike the other two, near human ones.

Kenneth bares his teeth, all very long, very sharp, and eager for their first taste of blood. Dropping down to a tripod with one clawed hand on the floor, the Slord cub snarls menacingly at the hispo. Every ounce of lupus language displays his challenge, including the involuntary dominating rise of his tail and forward set of ears.

Paws springs forward on the left side, towards the cub's free claw. He feints, though, but instead of springing away, he swings to the right, instead. With the right paw planted, and bent like that, its a sweet deal for Paws to bite and rip out a chunk of Ken's leg.

Kenneth waits as usual when the hispo comes towards him, but he too has plans of his own. Feint or not, he attacks when the hispo is close enough, using the strength in his hind legs to power him towards his target that conveniently doesn't leap away, but comes closer. Like a sprinter that has heard the shot, the cub's muscles snap into action as he roars out and swipes at the hispo with all the claws available.

The two Garou rush at each other with fury in their eyes, like two trains on a collision course. One of these trains, though, is decidedly quicker than the other, and just before the moment of collision he pulls away, feinting first to the other side. Kenneth has never fought an opponent fast as this; but then again, he's never fought while fast as this himself, and never anywhere near as strong. The feint does little to unnerve him but still Paws is too quick to do any serious damage, the Philodox' claws digging into the Ragabash's side, scraping away flesh and at points slipping in between the ribs. Paws is off-balanced but regains his footing and his target quick as a rabid animal, hand coming down to grab and teeth coming down to bite straight into and through the back of Kenneth's exposed leg. The muscle snaps and loosens, and the Philodox finds himself unable to move his right hind paw. The next time he puts it down it shoots pain up to his brain, and can't support his weight.

Kenneth has never had his leg bitten into like that, ever. Unknowingly of course, he does try to turn and put weight on that crippled leg down. Big mistake. The pain that electrifies up his spine is voiced in a tearing howl from his throat. As if the pain unleashes some beast inside, he uses his arms instead of his legs for leverage, pushing his bulk up and over and once more trying to grab at the hispo, claws extended.

Paws lets the hunk of flesh fall from his muzzle as he springs away on his quick hispo-paws. He should be more than fast enough to circle around, keeping away from Ken's claws. He follows the motion on the turning, trying to get at the left hindpaw and cripple it, in order to end the fight early.

Kenneth wheels around and drops to the ground, not unlike a collapse. He lunge out at Paws with all the ferocity of a lion and all the grace of a tricycle moving backwards. Paws leaps back from the attack and then leaps forward again to whirl around the downed Crinos. He manages it, blurring by so that Kenneth's other leg is within reach; but those mammoth Crinos arms of his have a wild reach.

Kenneth snarls out in frustration at his miss, righting himself back up to three limbs -- this time 2 clawed hands and his left hind paw supporting him. With a howl of rage, the cub's frustrations peak and he attacks with little abandon, his form actually blurring with speed fueled by anger as he lunges again towards the hispo, eyes blazing in desire to make Cuisinart out of the uber-sized wolf.

Paws erks and forgets trying anything cute. The Rage in his fellow cub's eyes can more than make up for his inexperience. Spending some of his own Rage, he attempts to escape the attack unscathed, trying to use his healthy hispo legs' speed to his advantage.

Kenneth arms spin quick as helicopter rotors as he swipes the air in front of him, which sings out as his claws cut through it. The first claw whistles through Paws' fur, the second lands a few inches short, and the third nearly a foot, the Shadow Lord cub's wound dampening his forward momentum. Paws leaps cleanly back, landing a good two metres off in a quick backwards jump.

Kenneth crashes to the floor after three straight misses, no doubt with frustration leaking out of every strand of fur. He slides himself back up to the tripod formation once more, every muscle shaking. The cub glares at the hispo, eyes still anger-filled, breath coming hard. The crinos doesn't move to attack again.

Paws stops to study the panting philidox a moment, then begins to circle. And quickly. He's doing his best to try and get in a position to hit that left hind leg, while staying out of attack range. He remains wary, not wanting to risk getting clawed again.

Kenneth must be a sight, claws shuffling through dirt and hay while his left hind paw hops behind him, the crinos turning to match as best he can, muzzle facing muzzle. A low growl emits from him, just daring the hispo to go for it.

Paws continues to circle, and at last manages to make it to 8'oclock, with 12 being Kenneth's head. Not one to waist an opportunity like that, he rushes forward, quick as could be, eager to take down that leg.

Kenneth snarls again, the pain and frustration in his system once again spurring him on to meet attack with attack. As the hispo gets close enough to bite, the crinos whips around in a blur and one set of claws slashes straight for the hispo's face.

Paws would have been surprised had the other cub not counter attacked just then, and with that in mind, does something that seems strange. He turns to face the approaching paw just as rapid as it was swung, his own, gaping jaws aiming for the forearm, to rip, tear, and keep the claws away from his face.

Kenneth whirls around in a flash of anger and claws, aiming a swipe right at Paws' head. The Ragabash pours on the speed, trying to clamp down on the forearm before it reaches him. The arm stops but the wrist continues, scraping at the flesh along the Gnawer's cheeks. Most of the force is gone, but long red marks mat his fur. With a rip and a twist he tears at Kenneth's arm: the damage is superficial but it gets worse as Paws' teeth press down harder.

Kenneth snarls out in pain as his arm is bitten down on, but now that his claws have finally found purchase, he digs in and those awful fangs flash down aimed to bite directly onto the cub's large head.

Paws as the claws sting along his cheek, and the other cub shifts to bring his fangs to bear, Paws retreats. He tries to tear off a chunk of flesh and muscle as he does so, but his priority to to remain unscathed. He'll surrender the arm if thats what it takes.

Paws yanks away but the stronger Crinos doesn't budge, dragging the Gnawer closer, his claws skidding at the dirt to retain footing. Kenneth's great jaws come down and just at the last moment Paws pulls away, with a good bit of the flesh of the Philodox' arm in tow. Kenneth's teeth snap tight around the tip of Paws' ear but take nothing else. The wound bleeds quickly and soon Paws' ear is clogged with blood, making strange popping sounds only he can hear; but the damage is superficial, whereas Kenneth's in much worse shape. He's lost a lot of flesh on his forearm and while he still has mobility there, it's bleeding profusely. As he's dragged himself around his ripped hamstring has been caked with dirt so that it looks a little like his lower leg is just a mass of sloppy mud-covered worms.

With teeth clamped together, Kenneth bears the pain of yet another heavy wound to his arm. Trying to catch himself fully on that one arm alone, it's clear that the hunk of flesh missing was one needed to hold him up. Without that support, the crinos goes down. This time, he stays there, arm clutched close. Panting shallowly, he schools his inner anger, knowing this fight is not his to win. When he looks around for the hispo, it's with calmer, slightly more glazed eyes.

Paws backs way the hell up, and is sure to be far out of striking range before shifting up to Glabro. "Alright, listen. You're new, so I'll clue you in. Tilt your head up to expose your throat. That means you surrender. Now, that means two things. One, you can't attack me afterwards. Because if you do, I will *kill* you. Attacking me would be an unhonorable surrender, and give me full rights. It also means that you admit that, for the time, I am a superior Garou. There is no shame in that. That is how it works. Now, if you submit, show your throat, go glabro, and I'll help you to the farmhouse. We've got an infirmary there, get you patched up some. If not, well, fuck, I can do this all day. But I don't want us fighting any more than necessary. Ok?"

Kenneth blinks a couple of times, still panting out heavily as Todd tells him to show throat. Surrender? He's even given such an option? But even in the face of dying in some horribly bloody way, the Shadow Lord only nods his understanding of the statement at first. Slowly, he tries to get back up at least to a kneeling position. He doesn't get that far, and flops back down into the bloodied dirt. Closing his eyes, he growls lowly and finally forces himself to accept the loss. The cub tilts his head and does as told, even if he doesn't shift to glabro just yet.

Todd sighs with relief. "Thats fantastic. Showing your throat is key. It basically says, 'I know you can kick my ass, no need to demonstrate, thank you' which is great when Elders get pissed. It also protects you. You see, one of our laws is to accept an /honorable/ surrender. So now the fight it over. If you really mean it. There is no shame in showing your throat to another. Especially when you know they can kick your ass. This shit will happen often, alright? Cause, you know, fighting to the death is an awful waste. Now, go to glabro, the almost-human but really fucking ugly form. You need it to heal those wounds, and for getting back to the farmhouse. We need to clean and wrap your arm and leg before more muscle gets ripped off, okay? Now, come on, trust me. We're family now." He smiles a bit, trying to be friendly.

Kenneth bares his teeth in a wordless snarl each time Todd says the words 'kick your ass'. The Shadow Lord's demeanor, if anything, is not friendly. It is, though, less hostile than before if only because he's a bit heady from the sudden downslope of ebbing Rage. The crinos closes his eyes to concentrate, shifting down slowly into the nearman. Immediately, the cub's clothes are stained in his blood and a mixture of dirt. Once he's done shifting, he growls out harshly, through a hoarse throat, "Just go away."

Todd shakes his head. "Fuck no, man. I'm getting you back to the farmhouse. Look, the fight is over, I won, no big surprise. I've been around longer than you have. Like I said, no shame. But, if your fucking leg and arm get infected, and you lose em, well shit, thats a fine way to go about things. Now, I just asserted dominance. That is how challenging works. Which means, I'm taking your ass to the infirmary. Alright. Now, are you gonna let me help you?"

Kenneth grits his teeth again as the pain of having a mauled leg and arm make themselves known even more the moment he tries to move again. Cursing aloud, he willfully shoves himself up into a sitting position, loosening his shirt's sleeve cuff on the injured arm. "I can get back fine," he insists with a hiss, glaring at the Gnawer. Planting his good hand on the ground, he swings up to a knee, faltering as he accidentally puts weight on the mauled leg.

It's about that time, as bad as it may be, that the heavy door to the barn opens to give Lucas enough room to enter. His hands are in his pockets and his hair thrown messily into his face. The lost cub's been elusive ever since being taken to the infirmary a week ago, but that doesn't mean he hasn't been around.

Todd glances toward the door as it opens, watching for whoever enters. "Fuck that. I know exactly what kind of shape you're in. Stop being so damn stubborn. You couldn't bandage yourself up like that any damn way. And stairs, forget it!" He calmly reaches over as the door creaks wider, resting his hand on a pitchfork hung on the wall. "Come on in, guy. Who are you?"

Kenneth says nothing as Lucas enters, turning his own dark eyes towards the barn doors. Another rattley breath is coughed out from the philodox, as he struggles to rise and face the newcomer, and failing miserably. On his hand and knee is he, and the floor of the barn tossed and tousled with spatterings of blood.

[look Lucas]
Lucas is a handsome Caucasian boy that looks to have a heritage that might be eastern European, but a bit too unclear to really peg him as anything but an American. His hair is shoulder length but never pulled back, and an even black in color. Eyes are a clear blue set under dark brows, but there's an unease in them that tends to unnerve most viewers. A deep, simmering anger and feralness that can't be fully hidden. He's very athletic and well built for his age, though more in the taunt spring sort of way than a hulking brute, and what might be bulk has been stretched into the awkward angles of puberty. He has a typical variety of scars from sports and fights, and one more noticeable scar low across his chest where a knife got a bit too close in a brawl. The clothing he wears might seem a smidge too trendy for him, undeniably Old Navy and very cool, and kept very clean and tidy.

Lucas seems to ignore Todd at first as he takes in the damage, looking unsuprised, if not plain deadpan. Then it's back to Todd, whom he regards with a lifted eyebrow. "Who're you?" He retorts, with a faint sharp edge to his voice.

Todd narrows his gaze a little. "Todd. And I'm in no mood for fuckery. He's just been throated, and needs to go to the infirmary, alright. You wanna help, great, if not, please get out of my way." Todd sighs, in a frustrated way. "Ken, is it? Yeah, I found that name somewhere, stop straining. You're making it worse." He walks a bit closer, and extends a hand. "Use your good leg. We'll hop you right on up. Good as new in a few days."

Kenneth glares at the offered hand, and with sheer will, pushes himself up with his good hand, managing to stand with all his weight on his one leg. "Kenneth. My name is Kenneth. Now get outta my way." He starts towards the haybale where he'd left his headphones, hopping in that direction like some demented ghost. He rather ignores Lucas for the moment, seeing as he doesn't know who the new face is, nor is he concerned about his form.

There's an unpleasent snort from the newcomer as he stalks for the bag hanging at the back end of the barn. "I didn't know I was in it." He remarks, then shrugs both off without a second glance.

Todd walks across the barn, easily out pacing the bleeding, crippled philidox. "You new cubs can be so damn stubborn." The headphones are scooped up, and Todd turns. "I'll be in the infirmary." With that, he begins to head off towards the barn doors, easily out of Ken's reach.

Kenneth nearly falls over in the shock that comes from seeing someone else, especially Todd, take his headphones. Particularly, take them and start leaving. With a snarl of incoherent rage bubbling up to his throat, that hatred that he had only managed to expend starts its way back up. "Give those BACK, right NOW."

Partway to the bag, Lucas pauses and turns his eyes over his shoulder. First to Ken, then to Todd. "And the old ones can be damned ignorant." He remarks quietly, but a threat rolls just underneath. "You're not exactly setting a good example by stealing, now are you?"

Todd dangles the headphones, standing by the door. "I'm trying to make a point. Now, Kenneth, listen up. Forget everything you know about human social structure. Its different here. When someone kicks your ass in a challenge, they assert dominance. Afterwards, you don't fuck around with them. At least until the time for the next challenge comes. Now, I understand why you want to fight me, hell, I'd do the same in your place. But now, you aren't in any shape to do so. So swallow your fucking pride, stop bitching, and control your damn self. This shit may fly now, but thats cause I'm not particularly violent. Remember, anybody, any-fucking-body above you can kill you right out, and justify it. I gotta do it, you gotta do it, guy in the back gotta do it. So get used to fucking listening. Alright." With that, the headphones are laid on a bale next to the door. "Fuck. You turn the damn barn into a lake of your own blood, are you a damn ahroun?"

Kenneth simply glowers at the ragabash as his headphones are set down. Then, he starts towards the headphones on the bale, again hopping, using both arms to balance himself. No reply comes from the halfmoon.

"So can I kill you and justify it?" Asks Lucas from the back of the barn, casually, perhaps oddly so. The ahroun balls one of his fists, knuckles cracking one at a time, five in all.

Todd sighs. Putting the phones there actually saved Kenneth from staggering further on his one good leg, and so is more of a favor, really. "No. You can't. Now, excuse us please." With a grunt, he moves to swing the barn door open so Kenneth can pass though, one big glabro hand moving down to touch his side, where his chest-wound leaks.

Kenneth reaches his headphones eventually, taking a damn long time to do so especially at the height, weight and condition he's in. When he does, he leans against the haybale and slips them back over his head. A quiet exhale issues from him as he takes a moment to rest, even if it's tensely done. Lucas's question though, makes the glabro look over towards the as yet unidentified one of the group. "Gotta name, man? Or 'm I gonna end up callin' you Knuckles?"

"Damn. Coulda used the practice. Ahwell, I'll take a raincheck." Lucas gives an obviously false sigh of dissapointment that ends in a snort. Todd is otherwise forgotten from that point, as the cub turns to look at the badly bruised one. "Can call me whatever, doesn't matter too much, but the actual name is Lucas."

Todd waits at the door, holding it open. "Nice to meet you, Lucas. Wish it was different circumstances, though." He eyes Ken's injuries, taking note of the severity of the gaping bite wounds. He shudders imperceptibly, feeling kinda bad for that.

Kenneth grunts out a 'hunh', vaguely filing that name away somewhere. "Lucas. 'S cool man." He almost lifts his arm to give a thumbs up, but a bolt of hot pain makes him grimace. He instead tilts his head once in a quick acknowledging manner, at the same time a departing gesture. "Yea, well, catch you later, man. And maybe I'll let you be my punching bag." Of course, it's not implied in any serious manner. The Shadow Lord pushes off the haybale finally, having gotten his second wind, and using the haybale stack's presence as a temporary crutch, he starts hopping on his way out. Todd is all but brushed aside in his mind now, as he concentrates effort on making it back to the farmhouse.

"Didn't get your name." Lucas says, turning away from his original plan and moving towards the Slord. "Probably ain't my buisness, but want a stick... or shoulder to lean on or something? The rate you're going, you hit a gopher hole out there, and you're fucked." Class, indeed.

Todd staggers out of the barn, just behind Kenneth. He could walk faster, but he keeps pace with the Shadow Lord. Though out of sight, Todd is ready to catch Kenneth should he fall.

Kenneth shrugs his good shoulder. "Name's Kenneth," he answers to the first statement. For the second, it takes a short amount of consideration before he nods again. "Sure. 'Throw me a frickin' bone'," he quotes, complete with voice imitation. "Or a stick. Easier to shishkebab the gophers with."

Lucas snags the pitchfork on the way, holding it on one hand like some trendy urban farmboy, and offers up his other to support the injured Kenneth. "Shishkebab gophers, hm... sounds chewy." He says, showing the faintest hint of a smirk.

Todd smiles a bit at the exchange, nodding. "Good to see you two can get along. Lucas, are you gonna patch Kenneth up once he gets to the infirmary? Arm like that, he'll have a hell of a time trying it himself."

Kenneth looks in the direction of Todd, a brief 'What are you still doing here?' expression in his eyes, before he turns back to Lucas. "I'm gonna need a fuckin' shower to get this stink off." The bloodied messes that are his arm and leg doesn't seem to quite bother him as much as it really should. Perhaps it's the sheer fact that he can still be standing with such grievous injuries. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he must be marveling at the power. Gingerly even, the Slord cub puts his good right hand on Lucas's shoulder, trying not to stain him up any. Once set up, he's the first to start his hop-limping back to the farmhouse.

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To:       farmhouse (global mail alias)
Subject:  Farmhouse Fight
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Farmhouse Fight Aftermath Debrief
Evening, June 22nd. Kenneth and Todd met in the dining room, and under duress, there was a fight between the two cubs. They shifted to glabro, and were attacking each other in the kitchen. Cutter stepped in to order both cubs to finish their fight in the barn.
Damage done to the kitchen/dining room involved: Dining table was shoved askew, with 1 mostly empty plate of breakfast still on the table. A set of eating utensils too, sans fork, were left near one seat of the dining table. A chair or two were knocked off their usual layout as well.
Inside the actual kitchen, the wainscoting near the entryway from the dining room to kitchen has sustained a small bit of damage like something large was bluntly hit against it, and hence is splintered along the edges of impact. Left on the kitchen floor was a dented frying pan.
The barn has no damage itself, but there is a new bit of fresh blood not far from the front doors and a meter or two from that. Traces of blood drippings trail along to one haybale, and then another, and finally out the door to the farmhouse itself. The blood continues up the stairs into the upstairs restroom, and infirmary.
Within the Infirmary, bandaged on left arm and right leg, is Kenneth. He is remaining in Glabro until he heals fully or IC proves otherwise. Todd has less injury, with the worst being a couple of cuts on his chest. As a final note, none of the mess was cleaned up. Feel free to pose your disgust, complaints, and general anger throughout your farmhouse RP.

OOC: Fight GM was Olgatron.

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