7/20/2004

02:46 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (22% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is partly sunny. The temperature is 73 degrees Fahrenheit (22 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from variable directions at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.11 and steady, and the relative humidity is 51 percent. The dewpoint is 54 degrees Fahrenheit (12 degrees Celsius.)

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:
Lyra
White Bear
Fears-No-Dark
Obvious exits:
BarnYard

White Bear rears back, whapping the cub with the back of his paw hard. Other paws come perilously close to trampling the mouse as legs shift underneath him. More than just the 'back-paw', it's the old Ahroun trick, turning people, and Hispo, into dominoes since the past prior. If the cub goes down, the Ahroun intends to be on top of him in a split ragey second. White Bear apparently does -not- take the cub's fighting back nicely.

The mouse is gone. Crushed under the Garou, perhaps, or did it make it to freedom?
The blow connects with the side of the cub's neck, and despite the thick ruff, it provides enough force to jarr his neck with enough of a stun that he stumbles and crashes onto his side. White Bear is standing over him faster than the eye can see, but he'd better be faster, because no sooner does Fears-No-Darkness hit the floor and feel the pressure of being trapped against the ground, than all Rage'd hell breaks loose. Panicked and angry, the frenzy takes over like the flick of a lightbulb and the black hispo is shifting into a black crinos - right under the Glass Walker.

Coming in from the outside, Kenneth slides open the barn door, sweaty from a workout. He steps in, but only after he closes the door and turns around, does he realize there are two very large, very angry Garou fighting away in the barn.

Another Frother. Just great. Seems like to Josh, everyone in the world suddenly has even less self-control than him. Not as if he is mulling this over at the moment, no. But you can be sure if Lucas was kind enough to wait a while, White Bear would definitely think that. Either that, or he would wonder where that mouse got to. Or what time it was. One of the three.

Instead, the Ahroun is busy bursting into a flurry of swipes and body slams as the Crinos grows under him, showering the cub with what you call ragey goodness, or child abuse, depending on your culture. Thank gaia for acceptable assault and batter.

The barn doors don't quite finish closing, as Kenneth's followed by a somewhat-familiar girl. "Morning governor, here to turn the bedsheets," Lyra tells the boy with a smile, eyes blinking to adjust to the dimmer light. "I hear on good authority that there's someone here I've come to see- oh, but you're busy!" She seems to have caught fight of the tussle. "Pardon us."

Kenneth nearly closed the door on Lyra, but with a frown, steps aside and lets her through before closing it up. "Sup, stranger," he greets her neutrally, black eyes distracted away to the frenzy-worthy fight occurring. He doesn't join in, however tempting that would be.

Sticks and stones may break his bones, but they'll just grow back together again. The now Crinos-sized Fears-No-Darkness gets the beating from the Hispo White Bear, but with the frenzy setting his sights as red as a Christmas bulb, he doesn't seem to bothered by them. One great, clawed hand goes flying for the Glass Walker, to try and swat him off like a man might do a mosquito. A particularly blood-thirsty one.

Megan slips into the barn in homid, but at the sight of a fight, immediately snaps into glabro. However, she hangs back near the man-sized doorway, trying to gauge the scene.

"Oh, it wouldn't do any good to have him get all broken now," Lyra frets softly, almost talking to Kenneth, but not quite. A small black mouse peers thoughtfully from her shoulder, half-hidden in her hair. "You always do manage to find trouble."

White Bear doesn't take kindly to being swatted, but latching his jaws only gets a poof of the cub's coat instead of an actual mouth-hold, so he doesn't have much choice but to go flying a short distance. Short, because the mass of the Hispo doesn't go flying real easy like. Righting himself back on the all to solid ground, he tries to send cub sprawling with the gift yet again... this time, a few more claws are involved in the swipe.

Kenneth eyes Lyra with an air of suspicion, but as Megan enters he backs off from the vicinity near the doorway, sliding away a few paces to stand in the shadows and be unobtrusive. The fight earns his attentions as he watches the two ahrouns go at each other.

But you see, Fears-No-Darkness is already on the ground, making for an amusing scene of a frothing Crinos flailing on the ground like a beached whale. He flung the Hispo off, but he hasn't yet gotten back onto his feet. Claws shear away fur and flesh from the cub's exposed chest, blood blooming slick and dark on black fur. He scrambles to turn himself off his back and onto four, crounching legs, and with a roar sends out a flurry of swipes and snaps for the Glass Walker with all due Raging speed.

White Bear be nimble, be quick, and he actually avoids the first bit, until the bite latches onto his front leg, holding him almost in place for the Cub. As the Cub's claws rake the Hispo's rather large chest, it seems, White Bear has had quite enough. He shifts up to Crinos in a flash, spear hand-paw immobilized, and proceeds to try and beat the living snot out of the cub's head with his free hand-paw. Repeatedly.

The halfmoon Gnawer shakes her head; the little mouse disappears, scurrying down the swaeter and onto the floor, to squeeze outside the barn again. "No time to spend watching," she mumbles, turning past Kenneth and Megan with a nod to each, and slipping out of the barn.

The cub's jaws close like a serrated vice grip on the Walker's arm, and his increase in bulk only shoved more flesh in a limited amount of space. Fears-No-Darkness tenses and makes a move to begin shaking his head side to side, like a crocodile trying to tear apart it's prey. Thankfully for White Bear, his own fists manage to turn back most of the attempt, but as far as subdoing him, it seems the beating aren't doing any good. There's still the fire of rage burning behind the lost ahroun's blue eyes, but as each hit rains down on his thick skull, that light begins to dim. It seems to take forever, but one hit finally dislodged the cub's mouth from the cliath's arm, and he stumbles back a few lumbering steps, wobbling and dazed.

Kenneth shoots a look towards the sept alpha, then back to the fight scene. His own body tenses with the rage and bloodscent floating around, but the philodox seems under control. "Ahrouns," he mutters beneath his breath, a hand slipping into his jean pocket.

Megan simply grunts non-committally in response to Kenneth's observation, too busy watching the progress of the battle to communicate anything coherent.

White Bear takes the opportunity, swinging the six feet of steel like some gigantic baseball bat at the Cub's head. It hits, the thing rings out-loud as a overgrown tuning fork would... Lucas would have one hell of a concussion when he woke up; White Bear put his weight into that one. ~Terribly fun, that.~ He offers to the air, lopsided chest huffing.

Ahrouns indeed. Finally, Fears-No-Darkness goes down in a uproar of hay, fur, and of course, blood. The shuddered shift back to his breed form concludes the battle, silently declaring the Glass Walker as the winner. Unfortunatly, knocking the lost cub out cold has one small problem. He can't heal, which means those big, gaping claw wounds in his chest are going to make quite a mess.

Kenneth sucks in a breath and presses forward once Lucas is back in his breed form, walking over despite White Bear's warform being right there. "Christ, you did a number on him," he utters, looking down at the lost cub. "You didn't kill him did you?"

~Let us hope he did not,~ is Megan's response to Kenneth's question at least, eyeing White Bear steadily and with curiousity.

White Bear shifts down to Homid, the Crinos sized weapon performing it's disappearing act. Too bad the maul marks on his arms don't; judging from the blood seeping out his shirt neither did the claw tracts on his chest. The Ahroun picks up the Cub like so many before (and money says, so many after). "Non... sense." Josh huffs, slinging Lucas over his back. "A little while in the infirmary and he shall be... oof! Good as gold." The last bit comes out a bit strained as Josh starts to carry Lucas out. "Kid needs some self... control..."

Kenneth watches the ahroun heft up the lost cub and take him to the infirmary. "Guess I'll help, clean up," he mentions offhandedly. The Shadow Lord cub heads back to the barn doors, and gives the alpha a brief nod as he follows them out.

Megan gives Kenneth a narrow-eyed look and the shallowest of nods in return as he passes, for the moment, not leaving.

Infirmary
Harsh summer sunlight beats through the windows, brightening the room. Thin white curtains keep the glare out while allowing enough light in to dispel shadows. A small ceramic heater sits on the floor near the bed, available for use when needed. A wide bed stands in the center of the south wall, white linens carefully tucked in around its mattress. A low table stands beside the bed, a small basin and pitcher perched atop it. Two large chairs sit facing the bed, and a small wooden chair sits against the south wall opposite the table. A tall cabinet occupies the northeast corner of the room, its glass door revealing a well-stocked medicine cabinet, various medical implements and supplies carefully arranged within.
The only exit from the room is a single door on the eastern wall.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Lucas
Obvious exits:
HAllway

Tucked into bed as nice as you can please is Lucas, tightly bandaged and currently still asleep. At least he's not gurgling when he breathes, like he was for a short time right when he went down. He's bruised and beaten, but he'll live.

Kenneth with rare show of generosity, helps to clean up the blood that gets dripped into the farmhouse upon the two ahrouns' entry. Once he's disposed of the various paper towels and washed out the rags he used, he makes his way upstairs to the infirmary to check on the lost cub. But of all the polite things he's done, he forgets to knock on the infirmary door, instead just opening it, stepping in, and closing the door a little more loudly than he should have.

The farm's seen a lot of blood in its time, and is bound so see more. For now, at least, the blood has stopped flowing. The door is shut, indeed a bit loudly, but it doesn't bring a single stir from the resting Lucas. He's still as motionless as a dead man, only he's breathing.

Kenneth walks over to the side of the bed, peering down at the ahroun. Rest be damned. "Bet Lucas wouldn't want to be lying around with huge clawmarks on his chest," he mutters to himself, and then jabs a finger against the lost cub's shoulder. "Yo, Lucas. Wake up man."

Joshua clunk. Thud. Noises from the bathroom, involving running water and boots. Finally, appearing in the Infirmary. The Ahroun didn't bandage his arm, instead just stuffing it until it stopped bleeding. Lovely. "He will live." He informs the other cub, matter of fact. As if it was asked.

Grunt. That's about all the reply Kenneth's poke gets. There's a twitch of the infirm Ahroun's face muscles, but not much movement beyond that.

Kenneth looks up from his poking the ahroun cub. "Well yeah, he's breathin'. But if he doesn't do the shift thing, he's not gonna heal up. And that was a fuckin' helluva crack at his head you did. He'd be lucky if he doesn't have brain damage after that." He pokes the cub again, more insistently this time.

Joshua shrugs. "I have had worse blows to the head. Back when I was a cub, I had troubles shifting out of Crinos... so my elder beat my head into the wall. No harm, you just have a hard time remembering what you did before hand." Then again, that might explain a whole lot about Josh too...

The relentless poking eventually manages to bring Lucas around, and the scowl that appears on his face doesn't make him look happy about it. He mumbles something that must be a curse and tries to turn his face away from the light coming in through the window, refusing to open his eyes.

Kenneth snorts, but doesn't say anything about Josh's 'brag'. He does give the Walker a short look, though, before drawing back his finger once the lost cub mumbles something. "Lucas, wake the fuck up and shift to Glabro before you count sheep again. Goddamnit, don't make me throw water on you."

"Of Course..." All-too-clinical-Josh adds, "It feels like hell coming around." Josh arches a brow, looking up to Kenneth. "Grandmother's Mercy. You are a little bugger, you know that? He is not going to die if he does not shift right away."

Frankly, Lucas can barely hear either one over the shrill ringing in his ears and the throbbing in his skull. He shifts and tries to tug the sheets over his head with a cranky grumble, but the gouges in his chest make the motion sting, so he puts his arm promptly back against his side.

Kenneth jerks his gaze off of the lost cub, glaring at the cliath, jaw clenching in a surge of anger. "Fuck you. I finally decide to give a shit about someone and all I get is flack. Well all-fuckin'-right." He holds down a growl, moving to the infirmary door and jerking it open. "If that's how it is..." he growls, but stops halfway.

It's Josh's turn to get pissed off. "Gaia, you are so whiney." He grumbles, shaking his head. He turns and starts to none so gracefully leave, through the door the cub had opened. "Thank-you." He offers back over his shoulder, disappearing down the stairs.

There's a long, ragged sigh from the lost cub, who finally decides to slowly open his eyes and see what's keeping him from sleeping. He just spots the last bits of Joshua leaving the room and the Shadow Lord holding the door.

Kenneth actually holds the door open just long enough for Joshua to leave, holding in tidal wave of curses at the ahroun's back. His grip is so tight around the doorknob his knuckles are white. The muscle of his jaw twitches, teeth grinding against one another as his head bows. "Fuckin' hell." He doesn't notice Lucas actually waking.

Lucas squints his eyes to try and block out some of the light, grunting again. "Bastard." He finally utters clearly and closes his eyes again, letting out a sigh.

Kenneth looks back over his shoulder as Lucas speaks. "You got that right," he grumbles, moving over to sit on a spare section of the bed. "Least your head's still on your shoulders." The philocub looks down at his hand, clenching it into a fist.

"...doesn't feel like it." Lucas mumbles and finally resolves himself to make the slow, painful transition to the near man. It leaves him with even less energy, but it helps to heal the swelling that must be going on in his brain.

Kenneth stands up to let the ahroun shift, giving him room. "Yeah, you freaked out and went fuzzy. Least you got a piece of him. What was goin' on anyway?"

"I was sleeping, in the loft." Says Lucas in the deeper, raspier Glabro tone. "I saw a mouse so I jumped down to go after it. Next I know, Josh tackles me and starts pulling dominance, saying he was defending himself or some shit..." The ahroun furrows his big brow and growls lowly.

Kenneth narrows an eye, looking back towards the infirmary door. "Was that mouse a black one?" he asks, out of investigative curiosity. "That asshole just thinks he's the shit 'cause he's a cliath."

Lucas gives his head a vague nod. "Think so." He says and pulls back the covers, looking at the bandages covering his chest.

"It got out," Kenneth informs the ahroun, looking at the bandages as well in their stretched taut state. "Think that'll take a long time to heal?" He asks, with a regarding nod of his head towards the bandaged chest wounds.

Lucas just slightly hunches his shoulders in a shrug. "I forget how bad they are. Probably awhile. What's with the mouse? ...it got out?"

Kenneth nods. "Some asian girl came 'round while you were fighting. Had a mouse she talked to on her shoulder and she just stepped right out. Weird." The Shadow Lord shrugs once. "You want anything t'eat?"

For once, the lost cub shakes his head when it comes to food. "Later, once I can get up. Just staying here, for now." He leans back against the pillow and sighs, weary and still annoyed.

Kenneth nods at the refusal, and scuffs a foot on the hardwood floor before heading to the door of the infirmary. "Cutter-rhya came 'round yesterday. Gave me this torn up an' bloodied shirt, said to get used to the scent of it or somethin'. I don't know what he's up to, but he told me to practice shiftin'. When your head's back on right, you wanna do somethin' towards that end?"

"...bloody shirt?" Lucas blinks, wondering out loud. "Think ya gotta track someone? Sounds like it." He shrugs a bit, "We can practice later, sure."

Kenneth nods. "A torn up t-shirt that looks like whoever was wearin' it got fucked up bad." He opens up the door then, taking a step out. "I'm gonna head over to the barn for some bag beatin' and then out to the woods for a little bit. Come find me whenever, yeah?"

Lucas nods his sore head. "A'right. I'll see you later." There's a faint smile from the lost cub before he settles his head back down and closes his eyes to rest.

Kenneth nods again as a departing gesture, and steps out of the infirmary without another word.