6/25/2004
01:19 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 A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall.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:
Emma
NOTE: Current Farmhouse Residents (Updated: Jun 24)
Obvious exits:
Kitchen/Dining Room  Front Door  STairs  

Bored. Bored bored bored bored bored! Kenneth's boredom extends its invisible sphere to the corners of the entire living room, as he sits on the couch and literally, does nothing. Well, nothing except for listening to the music on his headphones. One leg, his right, is extended out while the other bounces up and down to the beat. But with the lack of a television here, and a distinct lack of Interesting Things in general, he can't really do much. And there's only so much training one can do in the barn.

The front door swings open and deposits Emma into the house. Her cheeks are rosey, but more from sun exposure than from exertion. One hand is idling picking at the last part of a deep scab, left behind from her wounds at the Hunt. She stops, peering curiously, and mutters mostly to herself, "Overrun with newcomers, poor Trevor."

Drawn to movement at the corner of his eye, Kenneth looks at Emma. His chin tilts once in a 'yo' kind of acknowledging gesture, along with his left hand coming up to push one earpiece of his headphones back. From the not-so-soft sounds, it must be some sort of hardcore genre. "'Sup?"

Emma gives a slight smirk, "Uh, nothing dawg." She replies with some slight mocking. An arm is lifted to wipe the moisture off her forehead, "What's yer name?" she asks, getting into the habit of demanding intro's from all the unfamiliar faces.

Kenneth evaluates Emma's appearance for a moment, before he shuts off the CD Player for a bit, slipping the other ear piece back behind the ear. "Kenneth," he replies, this time sans G-dawg attitude. "You?"

Emma chuckles. "Emma, who ya belong to here?" She takes a few more steps in and flops into the chair, letting out a huff.

"Belong to?" Kenneth queries right back, apparently not familiar with casual phrases amongst the Garou. Now that someone has come and dented the boredom bubble, he sits up properly and looks to the girl with a neutral expression.

Emma looks to the cub, eyes narrowing. "You're family right? Like the rest of us?" Her tone has that sort of 'egging' on effect to it. "You have to be, or you'd not be here, and if you were, you'd be crapping your pants and bolting outta the back door. I'm Emma Mahler, Dances-On-Coals, Modi of the Get of Fenris, and Cliath." She smiles faintly, "There, now it's your turn."

[look Emma]
4'10" of youthful energy packed up into a body all too willing to use it. Emma would be described as pretty if she were cleaned up and dressed the role, but all too often the scrapping tomboy paints herself with bruises instead of blush.
Somewhere in her mid-teens, her features are strong but decidedly feminine. High cheekbones and full lips work well to compliment her almost button nose and deepset eyes, while dark, ash blonde hair frames her face. While not straight, it is not curly either, and untied it reaches down past her shoulders. Her eyes are a cool blue, reminiscent of a bright summer day - but like the weather they seem to hold an amount of unpredictability. There is a hardness to her gaze, and while her smiles can be warm and sincere, they are well guarded.
Her posture is an odd mix of insecurity and confidence -or at least what might be confused as confidence. She seems surefooted and comfortable with herself, but exudes a certain edginess to those she might see as a source of ridicule.

Kenneth nods slowly as he figures that introductions were what she'd meant. "Kenneth Syuusuke Saitou-Sardelis. If that's too long, just say Kenneth. Don't have a deed-name. Philodox for the Shadow Lords." There's a pause before he adds, "Cub." Something of a distaste for the title resides in his voice. But before it can fully dissipate into the air, he asks, "And what's a Modi?"

Emma gives a faint nod and relaxes a little more now, "Modi means I was born under the full moon, it is the title Get give to their Ahroun." She nods at this, glancing over at the cub, "Bored already? How long ya' been here?"

Kenneth shrugs at the question. "'Bout ... a week or so. And hell yes, it's boring." He glances around the empty living room. He had been in fact, thinking of hightailing it to the city. At least to see a movie or /something/. "Ahroun's the warrior auspice, yeah? S'cool."

Emma nods her head. "Yup. Whose teaching ya then? They got you doing /anything/?"

Kenneth shrugs yet again. "Hell if I know what I'm supposed to know. I just get up in the morning, run a bit, figure out how to move around in that damn crinos and," a pause, "hispo and lupus forms." He leans over the side of the couch, unzipping a tennis racquet bag that's hidden behind the couch's arm. "Even got this." Out comes a notebook, with a pen stuck in the spiral binding. "Wrote down stuff." Flipping around to a seemingly random page, he offers it over. The page itself contains various notes on Garou things. Mostly vocabulary, but also some laws of the Litany, with notes in Japanese characters as well.

Emma hrms softly, "Learn it with your head, we shouldn't be writing stuff down. Especially if that kinda notebook got lost, and people started reading through it. Bad news. Any of the Shadowlords out here teaching you, or is it mostly Trevor?" She pauses, "Oh, and how are you at scrapping?"

Kenneth clicks the pen open and writes something down into the notebook when it is returned to him. "Doubt there'll be anyone lookin' through this anyway." He slips it back into his bag, zipping it up. "Jarred-rhya should be coming by tomorrow. Haven't seen Cutter-rhya since a couple days ago when I got in a fight with Todd." The mess in the farmhouse, before it was cleaned up, was courtesy of him and the Gnawer cub. His gaze darkens considerably though, at the sudden mention of that ragabash. It's like stormclouds masking the sun. "To answer your last question... not good enough."

Emma nods, "Then when you see either Jarred-rhya, or Cutter-rhya, ask them if they would object to your sparring with me. I've a lot to learn yet, but I am least willing to come out here and spend the time practicing. As for Todd, you'd do well to avoid him. In the least, he'd be a bad influence. Mouthy brat." She snorts then too. Seems they have something in common already.

"Oh, I'm not going to avoid him," Kenneth says quietly, with a snake's cold stare and a crocodile's smile. More importantly though, the question that comes to mind from the Get's other statement. "What do they care if I get a little sparring in with you? Jarred-rhya said I was supposed to be here to learn whatever I needed to learn. And I don't think Cutter-rhya really gives a flying fuck."

Emma nods. "Quite possible, that's how I felt when I was here. But it's all part of the red tape." She thinks about this for a moment, "Come to think of it, I hate red tape. Ya wanna go hit the barn then?" She offers with a faint grin of excitement.

Kenneth pushes up to his feet, shifting weight along both his legs, and particularly his right. Satisfied that it has healed, he nods to her in reply. "Lead the way, Emma-rhya."

Emma gets up and heads towards the kitchen. "Ya wanna practice in glabro or crinos or something? Or wanna just learn like this?" Out she goes, amiable and content.

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")
Contents:
Emma
Obvious exits:
BarnYard  

Not answering until they've reached the barn, Kenneth enters in after the cliath. She's significantly shorter than he is, but as he remembers, short opponents make for faster speed. Once he closes the barn door behind him, he slips his headphones off along with the player wired to it. "I'd be grateful if you show me a bit about movin' 'round in the not so human forms. Crinos and stuff." Why? Well, because quite frankly, he just needs the experience. "I mean, it's not like I can't move. Just that... havin' a tail is not something you learn about in the dojo."

Emma offers a nod, "Dojo, you know martial arts?" She drops down to one knee and takes her shoes off, explaining, "They're new, not dedicated yet. You got stuff on that's good to shift in?" She stands up once her shoes are off and stretches. "We can go Crinos, keep your claws tucked in though. Ya bleed me, and I will be rather unhappy alright?"

Kenneth nods slowly, deciding to unbutton his shirt and take it off. "Took aikido when I was younger, an' was taking it until all this crazy werewolf stuff happened." There's a pause in his unbuttoning, as the cub thinks to the people he knows. Shaking his head, he resumes his activity. "Guess sensei thinks I've quit or something." His shirt is painstakingly folded into a precise formation before being set beside the headphones on the haybale. "An' yeah. I don't particularly like getting bloodied up myself." Once he's done with his preparations, he stands near the center section of the barn.

Emma nods, "Well, you could always send him a letter, telling him you've aspired to the next pillar of your life, or some fancy sounding shit like that." She smiles, "Go on, shift up. Just work on getting your balance when you swing your fists. Aim for me, and don't go soft. I'll either block or take 'em."
Kenneth shakes his head. "It's not him I'm worried about. It's my pare.. my adopted parents." The cub corrects himself, before exhaling out. It'd be just like he practiced this morning. Gaze casting down to the dirt and hay, he concentrates on focusing the shift into a smooth transition. For non-Garou, the change is perhaps the most unnerving thing to watch. The cub's form elongates, growing in height and stretching, bulging in his limbs as the muscles strain against skin. Glabro passes, and blackish fur sprouts through. When he's done shifting, the cub peers at the Get over his long muzzle, blinking twice as he gets used to the sudden rush of sensory input. A brief grunt comes from him. Looks like he has yet to learn the Mother Tongue.

Emma nods, "Good. How's your Mothers Tongue? Don't worry about it much, I'll figure out what you're trying to get at." She then follows suit, shifting up through her own forms. As Crinos envelops her, the clothing disappears, and a sizable five line scar crosses over the softer fur of her belly. ~Alright, come at me now. Fists. No claws.~ To help him understand, she waves a paw in her direction, a 'come' gesture. She makes an exaggerated point of showing that her own claws are tucked into her fists.

Kenneth nods his head in an all too human gesture, and steps forward to close some of the distance. Balling his claws up, he approaches the ahroun, slow at first, trying to gauge her. When he thinks he spots an opening, the cub immediately goes for it, striking forward in a one-two jab. The main point is trying to keep his balance on the strange legs and heavy weight of the body.

[look Emma (in Crinos, Fire-Dancer)]
A towering giant of fur, this half wolf-half man shaped creature gazes out of hard, alert eyes. Tight, bulging muscles sit taut and ready behind the thick grey fur that covers her from head to toe to tail. No human speech comes from this creature, rather growls, snarls and body language do her communicating for her. Standing at what must be near eight feet, and with tooth and claw gleaming with wicked sharpness, there is little doubt that this is a predator among predators.

[look Kenneth (in Crinos)]
Swathed in liquid night, this wolven beast's powerful and terrifying warform rises far above to over a man and a half's worth of height, adorned with curving scythes of sharp ebon and pearl for claw and fang. His movement, reminiscent of the silent wings of the fallen Malakim, is graced with violent efficiency. Every movement is made with purpose. With every step, the obsidian fur shifts and shines with the lure of ethereal darkness, drawing eyes in with an almost magnetic aura. The creature's own golden eyes burn like manifested wells of vengeful wrath granted to him from the divine. The fur around them almost glows with a silver brushed mask, marking that he is the swift, deadly executioner of Gaia's will.

Kenneth nods his head in an all too human gesture, and steps forward to close some of the distance. Balling his claws up, he approaches the ahroun, slow at first, trying to gauge her. When he thinks he spots an opening, the cub immediately goes for it, striking forward in a one-two jab. The main point is trying to keep his balance on the strange legs and heavy weight of the body.

The punches comes at the Get, and she takes a half step back and opens up her palms to accept the blows. She nods, ~Good, keep them coming.~ As the other continues his punching assault, she moves with him. His lack of confidence in the form gives her enough time to put up blocks for the hits, but she does so with open palms so he gets used to feeling the impact and recoil from his own actions and strength. ~If you feel off balance, lower yourself a bit. You're nine feet tall, a few inches are not going to hurt you.~ She demonstrates with lowering herself a bit, letting her center of balance fall closer to the ground. Legs remain bent so she can still move about.

The cub continues to punch, striking fast and for certain points as he tries to apply knowledge to this alien form of his. Occassionally he slips, sometimes overstepping, sometimes nearly tripping in his eagerness to at least put one dent in the Get's defense. Ears forward as if to signify he is listening, the cub punches, strikes, jabs, and tries his best to break through her blocks without breaking down. As he keeps on going, though, his lips lift slightly in the building Rage within.
Much like playing with a cat, Emma decides to not let him get a prize would be too frustrating. She brings her fists down, and bunches them back up, letting one of her own punches swing towards his face. If he's quick, he can dodge it, and if thinks to follow through, she's got an opening now where that fist /was/ blocking.

Kenneth is intent on getting to hit her, but when she moves to swing a fist at him, his surprise manifests into an instinctual reaction to dodge. The cub pivots his weight around and sidesteps even closer to the ahroun so that she overshoots, one fisted arm lifting up to block and redirect the impact. Snarling in reflex, he swings his other fist around from below, aiming for the Get's midsection in a strike that shows he's not holding back.

With a loud Thwud the Get takes the hit. She pulls back then, grinning in an oddly wicked lupine way. ~Good.~ She clears her throat with a sound that sounds like a dog whooping, then steps back to begin again. ~Good instinct. Let's keep going.~ The two continue to fight and spar, Emma making sure that he is given just enough chances to get a hit on her that he keeps interested. Then of course, maybe some of them actually caught her off guard too.