12/6/2004

07:13 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Converted Warehouse - Shadow's End(#3589RAJh)

Track lighting along the 30 foot skylighted ceiling in this spacious complex accents the smaller sconces along the walls every 10 feet or so, keeping the entire area adequately lit, even while allowing shadows to play in odd areas during the night. Over all, the entire effect is dark and post-modern in places, warm and inviting in others. On one side of the lower floor, a spiral staircase leads up to a mezzanine that stretches along one entire side of the place. Two suites with separate baths can be found there, nearly a perfect match to the two downstairs. One of the downstairs suites is larger than the rest, though all of them seem excellently appointed. The end of the apartment nearest the entrance contains a large rec room with a comfortable-looking sofa, several leather recliners and a high-end entertainment system. The other end of the apartment contains an impressive workout room, complete with free weights, and other assorted fitness equipment. The center of the lower floor contains an open kitchen area. A sprawling, dark-grey counter surrounds a set of expensive-looking burnished appliances. Charcoal grey carpeting covers the floor and huge, vertical blinds hang near the workout area, covering windows that stretch halfway to the ceiling and overlook the river.

Contents:
Lucas
Obvious exits:
Elevator

Dagger's-Edge, curled up on the couch nose to tail, dozes lightly in quiet slumber. The halfmoon's ears twitch and turn, coupled with the small spasm of muscle here and there giving away telltale signs that he must be dreaming of something.

A slow, cheshire grin appears above the slumbering form of the halfmoon. Lucas leans over the back of the couch as he stares down at the wolf and he snakes his hand in to aim a sharp flick of his fingers for the ear of his tribemate.

Snap! Yelp! With a surprised bark like he'd been struck, the wolf leaps awake - or rather, tumbles awake and off the couch with a dull flump of fur onto the floor. Soon he's up though, hackles puffed out on end, head swiveling this way and that in disoriented thought while he growls a warning to would be attackers.

Lucas leans his elbows on the top of the couch and watches the other Lord for a short bit before clearing his throat. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Chasing rabbits in your sleep, hm?"

Dagger's-Edge's growl fades away though he remains groggy from his rude awakening. Yellow eyes turn up to eye the ahroun with a grudging 'I should hurt you' stare. A blink later, Edge yawns widely with purposeful exposure of his fangs and shakes himself out. Dream deer, the halfmoon replies with a short climb back up to the cushions and subsequent fluwmph back onto them. He cocks an eye up to the ahroun. What is it?

Lucas catches the contagious yawn and with a grunt raises up a hand to rub at the back of his neck. "Bored. Hungry. Tired of watching you drool on the sofa." He stands back up and glances to the river through the windows.

Dagger's-Edge sniffs again, tail thumping against the side of the couch. I do not drool. As if to check, the wolf peers at the cushiony sofa around him as nobly as he can. Go hunt? Always kills the time.

Lucas rolls his shoulders back. "Hm, could, not as entertaining during the smaller moons tho'. Probably some slug around here that could use a roughing up."

Dagger's-Edge snorts, and then looks out towards the river as well, momentarily, a rumble of interest in the thought occurring to him. Severs has also agreed to do the pack binding to the spirit. He thinks we should also think of Rat and Raccoon for pack spirit. Both have their good points, but both are... not impressive, the wolf admits. Severs needs tree branches and pure water, too. And some water-with-good-spirits.

Lucas nods slowly. "I'd thought of Raccoon. Unfortunatly, like you said, most of our options are far from impressive, but at this point, I suppose we can't be picky."

Dagger's-Edge rolls a shoulder, only to roll back up to a sit. What is our purpose for this pack, Forge? That is what the spirit will no doubt ask. Why are we fighting for this part of the Scab? What is it we want to do?

"We're just one pack, we can't clean up the entire city." Lucas says as he leans into the couch. "But we can try and make a dent in the Wyrm's work, strike at the lowest levels of city life where even the cops don't generally bother. The people who suffer there could use someone to make their streets a bit safer."

Where you kill one ant, comes the wrath of the entire nest, Dagger's-Edge rumbles. We will clean up the human packs, sure, but we should be doing more. If we clean, we need to make sure it stays that way, if only for a short while.

Lucas nods his head, "It'll be a bit hard, if we wouldn't get a totem like Bear, seeing as we don't have a Theurge to manage any of the spiritual cleaning. But we'll find ways. As far as straight violence, once guys find one too many of their homeboys gone missing, they'll be less likely to cause trouble in the area. We just have to make sure nothing gets traced to us."

Dagger's-Edge whuffs in a half-bark of laughter. We will need a place to bury the bodies.

Lucas chuckles. "There's pleanty of old building and other places to stash a stiff. Burning, sinking, hacking apart and sticking it in a trash bag..." One would think with the way he goes on he's done this before.

Dagger's-Edge licks the side of his chops, as if vaguely suggesting of another method of disposal, but not necessarily meaning it. The halfmoon rolls down in an all too cat-like stretch, and then hops off of the couch. We need to find out about that blood-sucker's boys too. If he has his claws in the human packs where we want to start, it will get messy.

Lucas sighs faintly and nods. "Unfortunatly, yes. Rather /not/ have any dealing with him, but Jarred has his reasons, I'm sure. In the case he does we'll either have to convince them to relocate or cover their tracks."

Dagger's-Edge snorts in evidence that he too obviously dislikes the thought. Or, we just be careful and make sure he doesn't find out anything of his friends. We will have to keep more secrets it seems, from the others.

"I figured that from the start." Lucas says. "We should be fine. We just need to make sure Dillen and Joey don't stick their noses into something they shouldn't know about."

Dagger's-Edge snorts, clearly displaying the fact that they should not have to worry either, but if they do, we will just take care of it. A short show of his teeth indicate his temporary solution to the problem. Then, with a grunt of shifting about, he sits on the floor. You still want to hunt tonight?

Lucas glances to the clock on the DVD player under the television and hrms. "Sure, guess we could go snoop for a bit and see if there's anything good happening outside."

Dagger's-Edge yawns again, shifting from the wolf to his birthform in the same gesture. He's getting quicker at it, it seems. "At the very least, we can do some scoping out of these so called gangs, see how many there are."

"Sounds good." The Ahroun says lazily as he heads for the door. "Can grab some food while we're at it. McD'll still be open and I could use a Big Mac."

"Blech. I stopped liking those a long time ago," Kenneth replies, smoothing out his hair and secretly wiping off the edges of his mouth just to make sure he wasn't drooling. Then, with a quick patdown of his pockets, he realizes, "I gotta grab the wallet. Be back real quick." Striding quickly away, he makes his way up the stairs to retrieve the money.