6/25/2004

06:42 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

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:
Dillen(#2688PVc)
Obvious exits:
Hallway/Living Room  Back Door  
Dillen(#2688PVc)

[look Dillen]
Long brown hair hides most of the anger in Dillen's eyes. A loner by choice his attire is often just whatever his hand hit that morning. A pair of worn jeans, a pair of black boots, white t-shirt and leather jacket with flames coming up the sleeves. Several wraps of leather come close up to his neck, on which is a small jade wolf. Grey eyes that are just about clear are the only really stunning thing about him. There is hardly ever a smile about the boy and most often the air is quite depressive.

Dillen comes tromping down the steps, sketchbook in tow. He pauses for a moment and heads into the kitchen, opening the fridge and looking for a drink of some kind. Upon finding it, he pops the top and drains most of it... Giving a big AHHHH at the end.

Kenneth's figure appears at the glass door, headphones on head and connected to the player in his pocket. He looks like he'd just gone to the barn, considering a few bits of stray hay that he brushes off before sliding open the door. Pausing at the sight of the unfamiliar face, he arches a brow and regards the boy evenly.

Dillen looks at the other boy with a raised brow. "Got a problem?" Giving a growl and then a laugh. "No worry, man. If you belong here. Come on in. I don't bite."

Kenneth doesn't really return the laugh, but edges in through the door. Putting the player on pause, he slips the headphones behind his ears so he can hear whatever the other boy might say. "Yo," he quips once, a short upward tilt of his head acknowledging him. "There another Coke in there?"

Dillen nods. "Should be. Think I saw one." As he takes a sip of his own. He regards the other with a bit of a stare. "You new?"

Kenneth meets stare for stare, nearly unblinkingly. "Maybe," he offers as a short answer for a short question. "Name's Kenneth. Who're you?"

Dillen says "Dillen." The other cub answers, still sizing the other up. "Wanna fight?" He says with a confident smirk."

"Dillen." The other cub answers, still sizing the other up. "Wanna fight?" He says with a confident smirk.

Kenneth doesn't reply to that, simply moving a touch closer with his hand reaching for the fridge door. "I dunno. Wanna get your ass kicked?" he replies, searching around for a drink. Then he flashes a smirk back at the other cub.

Dillen gives a bit of a smirk back. "Yeah. Sure. Let's go fight." Dillen puts his bottle down on the counter. "You want me to kick your ass now or later." With a grin.

Kenneth chuckles as he finds what he wants. Popping the Coke open, the Slord cub turns and faces off. "Depends. You hungry?"

Dillen nods and gives a shrug. "Always," Then he looks at the other, "What dies that have to do with fightin?"

"Wonderin' whether you wanted your ass served to you as lunch, or dinner," Kenneth answers him, sucking down a good measure of the soda before he sets the can down and wipes his lip. He's not smiling this time.

In the front rooms, Todd is silent as a stone from the entry-way, being, very, very attentive in the forepart of the house.

Dillen thumbs at his nose a little bit and grins. "Oooo. Little guys got a big mouth." He picks up his own soda, drinking the rest of it. "I like you. not afraid to stand up to someone's shit." Then he grins. "Not that I am talkin shit. But it's a good thing."

Kenneth doesn't seem to have been kidding about his ability, but does resume his drinking. "I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you're a Get of Fenris." He gazes directly at the other cub, definitely not afraid.

Dillen grins widely now. "Dillen Francis, Restless or Flycatcher are my other names. Skald of the Get, You bet your ass. Galliard to you." He gives one of those polite bows.

Kenneth nods, as if there weren't any doubt in his guess in the first place. "Kenneth Saitou-Sardelis," he replies with a slight tip of his head. "Philodox of the Shadow Lords. Met another one of you Get this afternoon. Place must be crawlin' with you guys."

Dillen looks to the other cub. "Which one?" As he finishes off his soda completely.

"Emma. Was sparring with her this afternoon." Kenneth and Dillen carry on their conversation in the kitchen, having not noticed Todd in the front rooms. "So you been here long?"

In the front rooms, The front door opens and Jarred Aerhardt walks in looking like a stormcloud that's ready to belch lighting. His eyes smoulder with displeasure, though he doesn't appear to be outright angry. He looks around him.

Dillen leans against the counter and folds his arms across his chest. "Few months. Should be riting soon." He nods a bit to himself. "You are a pretty much new face to me. I'd give you a week or so?"

In the front rooms, Todd is calmly sitting on the couch, fiddling with a coin. It slips and dances through his fingers, glimmering in the light. As Jarred enters, the youth stands, the coin vanishing in an undulation of fingers.

Kenneth glances towards the hallway as he hears the front door open. "Got that. Been around probably... a week and a half. More or less. So why do they call you Flycatcher?" A part of him is listening for whoever just came in through the door.

Dillen looks towards the door as well. "When I met Gunnar my jaw dropped open. He called me flycatcher. If you saw him... Your's would drop as well."

In the front rooms, Jarred notices the budding magician and nods. "Evening. Is Kenneth here?"

In the front rooms, Todd nods, and with a black-gloved hand fluidly gestures toward the kitchen entry-way. He bows his head respectfully, like a doorman showing someone the way to the lobby.

Kenneth inclines his head at slight angle. "Haven't seen 'im." Hearing his name spoken, he looks more fully towards the hallway, and pushes off from his spot to head to the entryway, pausing there expectantly.

Dillen walks to the entry so to see the new arrival better. His eyes spy Todd and he chuckles. "Well, hello there Todd." He says with a smugness to his voice.

In the front rooms, Jarred 's head turns slowly as Dillen names the living room's inhabitant. "*You* are Todd?"

In the front rooms, Todd curses softly under his breath in Russian as he begins to sidestep towards the door. "WhyIamToddhowaboutthatwelllookatthetimeIgottago!" He turns suddenly, heading for the door.

Kenneth looks decidedly neutral as Todd's presence is announced aloud, and he promptly makes a run for it. Eyeing the Get cub from the corner of his gaze, all the philodox does is shrug once and steps down the hallway to the living room.

Dillen looks a little bit confused but still grins. "Hey Toad... I mean Todd. Where ya goin?" As he leans against the wall, watching the Gnawer run. "Coward?"

In the front rooms, Jarred makes a slight movement but doesn't stop the lad from leaving if he likes. "You may leave, of course, but if you believe that you'll be punished for a fighting a legitimate challenge, than you'll be running all your life, young man. Even Gnawers don't like to run *all* the time."

In the front rooms, Todd halts midstep, and does a slow about face on the heel. He blinks a moment, and mumbles something in Russian, quietly. He seems awestruck. "Wait...you mean...I...you....oh, yes, of course! I didn't think that at all, sir." The gnawer cub quickly regains his composure. "I'm uh...yes, well, you have the advantage, sir. You already know me. May I ask who you are, sir?"

"Jarred-Rhya," Kenneth announces with a bow of his head. His eyes travel behind him briefly, back to Dillen, to see if the other cub recognizes the Slord tribal elder.

Dillen looks to the elder and bows his head. "A pleasure, Jarred-Rhya. I had not yet met the elder of the Shadow Lords. But I have heard some tales. Your reputation proceeds you." His head rises and he looks back at Todd, giving the other a grin still.

In the front rooms, Jarred glances to Todd. "I am Jarred Aerhardt, Tribal Elder of the Shadow Lords, Fostern Galliard." To Dillen he nods and extends a hand. "I hope you wouldn't be so foolish as to believe whatever is told you of me."

In the front rooms, Todd bows, in as equally fluid manner as any of his other movements, which are, on the whole, pretty fluid. "An honor to meet you, sir." A short phrase is spoken in polite Russian as he straightens up. "So, Jarred-rhya, how are things?"

Kenneth tracks the movement of the Gnawer for a time before finally moving into the same room. He remains silent through these introductions.

"Nah. Not a word of it, Rhya." Dillen is clearly kidding as he accepts the offered hand and shakes it with a firm grip. "Kenneth here is yours? Seems to be pretty cool. A lot better than some I know." As he raises a brow at Todd. "Hey, do they know about that human you robbed?" As Dillen looks past Jarred at Todd.

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:
Jarred
Todd
NOTE: Current Farmhouse Residents (Updated: Jun 24)
Obvious exits:
Kitchen/Dining Room  Front Door  STairs  

Jarred again turns to regard the would-be magician.

Todd raises a brow as Dillen's remark, looking skeptical. "Rob? You must be mistaken, Dillen. I have never robbed a single person, business, or anything else that could be robbed. Robbers are, as a generality, lazy and artless. Both of which I am not. So." The entire statement is spoken politely, the young Gnawer smiling softly. He remains standing, near the door, fingers in constant motion.

Jarred speaks slowly. "Therefore, if you take something from someone and do it with style and art, you are less of a thief? Do I understand your logic correctly, boy?"

Kenneth continues his extended silence, but it's to Todd that his black gaze is settled upon, unamused, and unimpressed by the Gnawer's play on semantics.

Dillen cannot help but laugh at the Gnawer. He shakes his head and rests his arms behind his head in the chair. "Still a coward. Hands nervous? Why don't you come sit down and talk... Or do you need to be able to make a quick getaway?"

Todd shakes his head. "No, of course not. There is a difference between a robber and a thief. Thievery is a craft that takes years to master. Pickpocketing, safe-cracking, alarm-disablement, gymnastics, rappelling, escapology... Any moron can pick up a gun and waltz into a 7-11." He nods, a bit. "And I'm not a coward, Dillen. And I just prefer to stand."

Jarred nods. "Take pride in something, Todd. It might as well be the science and art of thievery, for it'll never be your tribe, I can guaranty that." He turns to Kenneth. "There are things you must know. I would speak with you in private."

Dillen can't help but look at Todd with his mouth agape. "You take pride in that? There is no honor is that? Only being sneaky and dishonest." Dillen closes his mouth and shakes his head. "Just wrong, man. All wrong." He lets out a deep breath. "That isn't Gaia... That's filling your own pocket."

Todd snaps his fingers. "I am not a thief. I am merely a magician forced to temporarily abandon my morals for the sake of my family. Which is my Tribe. You'd best remember that, Jarred-rhya." The snapping hand is withdrawn, and the boy's gaze smoulders. "Before you make any 'guarantees'. And I take no pride in it, Dillen. I was merely making a point."

Todd mumbles softly. "You'd do it too, for your Tribe...if you had too..."

Kenneth casts a glance momentarily at Dillen, particularly sensing something from the Get, before nodding once to his elder. "Upstairs is quiet," he says by way of suggesting a spot. A flash of anger shoots over the philodox's eyes again, but he just as quickly makes his way towards the stairs.

Jarred turns fully now to face the Gnawer. "I'd best? I believe you forget yourself. Do not think that your tribe will protect you from punishment for disrespect. It wouldn't be the first time the Gnawers have lost one of their cubs to a loose tongue and low moral character. I have nothing against you. You cannot help the befouled blood that courses through your veins. It is what a Bone Gnawer does *despite* his genetic heritage, not because of it, that distinguishes him among his fellow garou. And *you'd* best remember *that*."

Dillen gives a nod as Jarred speaks. "Well spoken-Rhya."

Todd sighs softly, and head for the door, silently.

Kenneth pauses at the steps, listening to his elder's words directed at the Gnawer. He exhales in a restrained hiss, rolling one shoulder.

Jarred gives Dillen an inscrutible glance before turning to follow Kenneth up the stairs. He calls to Todd on the way up. "Chin up, lad. It's not the end of the world. There are Gnawer fostern in this sept. But you won't get there by stealing. Ragabash have a higher calling than that." He says no more.

Dillen stays in his seat, watching Todd go out the door.

Kenneth watches the Gnawer cub leave before he steps aside to allow Jarred access up the steps. "Hey, I'll be back in a bit," he says to Dillen, a mild nod going to the Get.

Dillen nods. "Cool. I'll be here."

Farmhouse: Upstairs
Hardwood floors creak beneath your feet as you step into the hallway. A single lamp hanging just above the stairway sheds enough light to prevent serious accidents but allows shadows to shroud the majority of the ceiling and the several doorframes on both sides of the hall at night. During the day, however, sunlight streaming in from the windows at both ends bathes the hall in golden light.
A room converted into a small, private infirmary is through one of the doors to the west, while the door to the east on the farthest end leads to a stairway up to the attic. The stairs down lead to the main floor of the house.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Jarred
Obvious exits:
TRevor's Room  TAslyn's Room  INFirmary  Attic  Main Floor  

Jarred crosses the room and sits down on a nearby chair, gesturing to the infirmary cot. "Please. Have a seat."

Kenneth sits as told, though he is noticeably stiffer with tension than before. The moon rides on his shoulders tonight, it seems. "Nice job on Todd," he says passingly, though it's obvious he's expecting his elder to launch into whatever needs saying.

Jarred nods. "I was needlessly harsh with him. He's young, and a Ragabash. He'll be resilient, I'm certain. It takes more than a tribal lineage to impress me anyway. I..." He hesitates. "There are two things you need to know about recent events. I don't know, maybe you've heard both already."

Kenneth shakes his head at the first. "He deserves it. Cheeky bastard," he growls under his breath. It's the elder's second half that draws his attention.

Jarred continues. "The other night, our sept held what we called 'The Great Hunt'. It is a battle against the forces of evil. I was not there. I was called away to another city and did not join the rest of the sept in its struggle. It is both an honor and a joy to participate, but there are those who will perish in any warfare. One of our tribemates perished. A young Theurge named Jean. I wasn't there to save her and she was overcome by the enemy as she tried to heal another of our tribe, the fostern Theurge Cutter."

Kenneth blinks a couple of times, interpreting what Jarred is telling him. Jean... Jean... that woman? He gazes away to the window. "You mean that woman that was in the cave that night. She's..." He looks back to the galliard elder, his look schooled. "She's dead?"

Jarred nods, his dark eyes burning with silently with regret.

A Battle against the forces of evil? What in the hell /is/ going on around here? All these questions go unvoiced as Kenneth again looks away to the window of the infirmary. "S'not your fault. You couldn't help it if you were doing something else." The cub's words are blandly distant, like he'd said these same words a million times over and then some.

Jarred says "There is more." The words are slow and deliberate. He looks at the cub. "Cutter has taken this opportunity to denounce me before the sept for not being there to protect my kin. He is challenging me for leaderhip of our tribe. We will fight. If he wins, he will be tribal elder. If I win, I will remain where and who I am."

Kenneth slowly turns his gaze back. "What do you mean 'I will remain where and who I am' ? As in, if you lose... what's supposed to happen?" Scrutinizing his elder's face, the cub searches for the true feeling lying beneath the statement.

Jarred says "I am the Tribal Elder of the Shadow Lords. Have been for some time. If he wins, he will have that position and I will be just another garou of the sept, grating under his leadership. That is all I meant by it. That means that your disposition will be up to him, not me. He will be in charge of your development."

Kenneth thinks back to Cutter, remembering how angry the theurge was about the fight in the farmhouse. "This is one of those dominance things? Todd tried to say some shit about it in the barn after our fight." Bitter at the loss still, the cub clenches a fist. "Can't you tell him to shove it?"

Jarred smiles. "I could, but if I refuse his challenge, he wins with out trying. Fortunately, as the one challenged, it falls to me to choose the nature of the contest. The trick, naturally, is to select a contest that will be easy for me to win, hard for him to win, but will not seem like either of those things to the outside eye."

Kenneth hitches a shoulder, remembering that his CD player in his pocket is still on pause, and turns it off. "Well yeah, you got terms." The cub's frame goes very still, as he dares to ask in a low tone, "What about the funeral for Jean?"

Jarred nods. "I will take you to it when it happens. It will be a funeral for Jean and for Doc, a Black Fury who died along with her."

"An' when're you supposed to do the challenge thing?" Kenneth's voice is kept low, contemplative. Perhaps it seems strangely familiar to him.

Jarred shrugs. "That would be up to you. You can watch or you can be elsewhere. I think it would probably good for you to see it, regardless of the outcome."

Kenneth shifts his gaze back to the galliard. "You don't sound too confident you're going to win," he comments, his eyes held steady on his elder.

Jarred chuckles at that. "If it comes down to a fight, I would very likely win. But Cutter is very intelligent, and Shadow Lords by definition do not always play fair. I have to be just as cunning as he is in order to prevent him from taking advantage of some loophole and wrangling a victory."

"Well what're we sitting here on our asses for? Either way, this isn't supposed to stop my learning stuff, right?" Kenneth looks away, back to the door of the infirmary. "Like figuring out how to mix it up in the other forms." His hand goes to his right forearm, where it had previously been missing a good size chunk. "I kinda lost it when I saw that punk. We were fightin' in the farmhouse, but Cutter-rhya came 'round and told us to take it to the barn. Would'a kicked Todd's ass, if he weren't such a fucking slippery rat." He must've gotten beat pretty badly, judging by the hostility in his voice.

Jarred stands. "I wouldn't worry about it. You're better than ten Todds. You're just new to this. When you have your bearings, he'll never trouble you again."

Kenneth looks up and stands too, clearing his throat and clearing his mind. "Yeah. But he's a fast little punk." The cub huffs, before shrugging. "That'll change alright. But goddamn, I got cabin fever like noneother." He gazes again towards the door, distractedly. "So you gonna come tomorrow morning an' save me from this hell?"

Jarred nods. "You can come back to Shadow's End now if you like. But yes, tomorrow I'd planned on taking you back anyway."

Kenneth shakes his head once. "I kinna ditched Dillen down there, an' thought I'd see if I can get in a spar or something with him before you came." The philocub figures it's for the best, and training is about the only thing one can do here. "But next time, I'm bringin' a whole lotta books to read. This place is the sticks."

Jarred laughs. "Very well. I'll be back tomorrow to get you. Perhaps I'll start teaching you to fence."
"Fence?" Kenneth echoes disbelievingly at first. Then he smirks slightly. "Shouldn't be surprised I guess. Tomorrow then?"

Jarred says "Yes. Tomorrow." He turns and head back down the stairs. "Incidentally, don't hate Todd. There's no reason to yet. Garou are all about dominance and fighting. Especially as cubs, when you're trying to establish yourself among adults and other cubs alike. Patience will win you more allies than victorious duels."

Kenneth grunts at that. He holds a grudge alright, and it's rather obvious what he thinks about the Gnawer. "Doesn't mean I won't jump him if I get the chance," he growls out lowly. "He tried to make it up by giving me back what he took. He apparently forgot he tried to carve my face up."

Jarred says "I don't make your decisions for you, Kenneth. At least, not where Todd is concerned. I'm only counselling you that in the Garou world, fight occur all the time and don't always end up driving permanent wedges between people. But by all means. Beat the shit out of him if you can. He'll respect you for it."

Kenneth's eyes hold a dangerous fire behind their black veil. "Yeah," he mumbles, before making his way towards the door. "So I'm gonna go see if Dillen's still down there." He opens the door, and then pauses there. "We all do what we need to do. And Jean, she's probably doin' what she needs to be doin' too."

Jarred nods silently.

Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room
Contents:
NOTE: Current Farmhouse Residents (Updated: Jun 24)
Obvious exits:
Kitchen/Dining Room  Front Door  STairs  

Dillen has now kicked back on the sofa, sketchpad resting on his legs as he works on a drawing of some of the people around the sept.

Kenneth comes down after Jarred, and gives the elder a silent nod as he departs from the farmhouse. Once the fostern is gone, the cub slips his headphones off his head to run a hand through his hair before replacing them. "Did he come back?" he asks, as referring to someone else.

Dillen looks over and gives a scoff. "Fuck no. Tucked his tail and ran." The boy grins. "Just like the time I put my claws through his face. Shot some kind of flash bang into my face and I frenzied on his ass. Ever once then he's scared to death of me."

Kenneth must be more new than Dillen thinks, as he arches a brow at the terminologies. "Frenzied?" Obvious meanings aside, the Slord goes over to the couch and sits on the arm of the couch, peering down at the sketching idly.

Dillen ponders for a moment. "The rage gets to be too much and you go berzerk." He looks down at the sketch. "Pretty good, huh?" And it is...

Kenneth hms as he gazes down at the sketches, and nods even though he doesn't know some of the subjects pictured. "Do you remember what happens, after you calm down?" He keeps his gaze on the sketchpad, rather than looking directly at the other cub.

Dillen looks down at the pad. "You go back to being you." As he looks to the other cub. "Still kinda green, aren't you."

"Better than bein' yellow," Kenneth replies straightforwardly, a smirk touching the edge of his lip. "Still gettin' used to ev'rything. You'd think people'd get paranoid and think everyone's a werewolf or something if they heard something like that exists."

Dillen nods. "Need to help you learn some. Fightin and stuff." Dillen closes up his sketchpad. "So how do you know Todd?"

Kenneth finally does look away from the pad, pushing off the couch arm and pacing a couple steps away. "You know that human he attacked? That was me."

Dillen raises a brow. "Holy shit." And then Dillen lets out a hearty laugh. "I knew there was something about you that I liked." He stands up and walks over, slapping a hand on Kenneth's shoulder. "I think we will get along fine."

Kenneth almost instantly tenses to the touch, and looks at the hand on his shoulder before looking at the Get. The wryness of his gaze shows ever so faintly. "Great. Me, you, an' Lucas and we'll have the makings of a little 'pound the shit outta Todd' group."

Dillen laughs. "Not a group, man... A pack." Dillen nods confidently. "I like the sound of that."

"Pack?" Kenneth looks dubious first, and then another shrug comes from him. "Alright. Werewolves. Packs. Figures eh. Anyway, I'm gonna go take a shower an' stuff before I end up stinkin' like a dog."

Dillen nods. "Yeah. Already startin to." Dillen waves a hand in front of hie face and grins. "Night." As he heads for the door and out of the farmhouse.