2/19/2005

12:17 AM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (68% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 33 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 29.72 and falling, and the relative humidity is 75 percent. The dewpoint is 26 degrees Fahrenheit (-3 degrees Celsius.)

Bawn: Northern Forest(#3012RA)
Dark and forboding woods stretch in all directions but the north, the trees close together as if they were soldiers closing ranks against the enemy of Man. The trees here are tall, and close off all light from above, like they were pillars in some vast cathedral to Nature. Songbirds flit between the branches and the snuffling of small animals comes from the brush if one listens close enough. The busy interstate highway to the north, though, drowns out most of the subtler sounds in that direction.
The northern edge of the bawn is marked here by the unavoidable length of Interstate 90. Near it, the sounds of traffic drown out the more natural sounds of water and wildlife. In all other directions, the traffic noise recedes into the background.
Contents:
Stacey
Obvious exits:
Interstate 90 North Lone Boulder Western Bawn Central Bawn Eastern Bawn

Stretched out at the base of a tree, the black-furred Shadow Lord lies lion-like and resting. Eyes closed, ears twitching only on occassion, the wolf looks at peace with his surroundings.

Walks-Middle enters the clearing, looking for someone or something. She pauses at the edge of the clearing, her head moving slightly as her gaze sweeps the area. When she finally spots the black wolf, she chuffs a soft greeting and heads toward him.

Only when Walks-Middle approaches, does that peace dissipate like a matchstick going up in flames. Ears flicked forward, the black wolf snaps his eyes open and he bunches himself up with haste. Almost, a twang of embarrassment colors his posture as he does so, perhaps angry that the Child had managed to get so close in the first place and gone undetected. The Shadow Lord nosetwitches, and with a lift of his head and accompanying chuff of politeness, greets her back.

Walks-Middle stops within a few paces of him and then shifts into up her homid form. "Better for talking," she says with a grin, and then sits down on the ground. "I came to see how you guys are doing. I saw Lucas and Dillen the other day, but you weren't around. They said that you were doing well, though. Are you? I would have come sooner, but I got stuck teaching an extremely inquisitive cub."

Edge watches the girl shift, slowly rolling a shoulder and looking away for a second or two. Then, he turns back once she resumes her birthform. I am doing as they say, the wolf rumbles. A few moments later, he too is shifting upwards and melts into a crouched version of his birthform. The youth rubs at his exposed arms that goosepimple quickly in the chill air. "Jarred extended Lucas' time, 'course. And spoke to Jamethon. Sounds like he's got some plan or whatever."

Stacey nods. "That's what Lucas said. Sounds like the best plan I've heard so far. I have faith that it will work. I gather that Jamethon-rhya is a skilled Theurge." She looks the Shadow Lord over. "Ya can switch back to lupus if ya want."

Kenneth looks off to the woods again, shrugging a shoulder. "If you can take it, I can too," he states gruffly. "This isn't anything compared to North Carolina anyway." Glancing back then, the philodox squints a bit in the darkness, eyes directed to the Child. "It's a tribal matter, y'know."

Stacey starts to nod and then looks confused, not completely following. "What's a tribal matter? Braving the cold?"

"Lucas," Kenneth elaborates with a mild further squint that is lost in the dark. "It's appreciated... your concern, but the last thing you need is sinking in too far and gettin' Jarred on your case for it."

Stacey says "Oh." Stacey nods and sighs. "I understand. I don't want to get anyone in trouble or get anyone on my case. I don't need to know what's going on or anything. It's enough for me to know that Lucas is alive and being helped." She shivers and then laughs. "I guess I'm not immune to the cold either."

Kenneth shrugs, breath puffing out invisibly. "You came all this way t'check up on Lucas?" he asks, not joining in on the laugh, but suppressing the urge to shiver. "Or you doing some night patrol of some kind?"

Stacey shrugs and glances away. "Well, no, I'm not on a patrol or anything. So, yeah, I guess I did come out to check on Lucas and you guys." She glances over at him. "Was that wrong of me? I could leave. I just didn't have anything better to do. You can get sick of the whole Farmhouse routine."

Stacey's farmhouse comment elicits a low laugh from the philodox. Kenneth nods, finally seeming to loosen up a little. "The farmhouse. Bet that gets old real quick. Kind of makes you wonder what's supposed to be goin' on when we're not killing Wyrm things." His hand combs through his hair, and he looks at it with a snort. "Jesus, I need a f--... a hair cut." Heaving a sigh, his head drops a touch. "I just need a /normal/ life. You know, Valentine's Day was like... 5 days ago?"

Stacey counts the days on her hands. "Yeah, I guess it was. I didn't notice. We used to give out little Valentine cards to our classmates. With candy, I remember. I gave out Care Bear cards last year..." She chuckles and then shrugs. "Our lives are pretty centered around fighting, aren't they? When we're not fighting, we're scouting for the next fight or learning new abilities... or gathering allies."

Kenneth shakes his head. "Rage against the conversation hearts. Those things taste of the Wyrm," he remarks. His chin tilts off to one side, supposedly in the direction the city would be in. "Guess if I wasn't a teenage werewolf, I'd've taken Beth out somewhere. Maybe a movie or something." The halfmoon breathes out raggedly and thunks his head against the treetrunk behind him a couple of times. "But it's worse for you, innit?"

Stacey tilts her head, frowning. "Why is it worse for me?"

Kenneth slides his gaze back to the girl. "Cause you're 12? You're like, not even gonna be able to date, and since you're an ahroun, y'think you'll live to 20?"

Stacey grows very still, frowning deeper. "But... well... I might date someday! Just not now. And, and I want to live to twenty. Scratch is older than twenty," she says stubbornly enough, although her lip quivers slightly.

Kenneth sniffs, dragging a finger under his nose. "Don't know who Scratch is," he states plainly. "But yea, maybe. I think Signe and Jamethon's prolly older than 20. Alicia's older than 20 I bet too... even though she acts like she's 18 or something." There's a pause, and he muses aloud, "And that Gnawer, Olga, she's /gotta/ be Waay older than 20. Jarred's what... 27? Something like that. So, there's still hope." Ok, the last sentence is not so solid, but such is the realistic outlook that Kenneth gives.

Stacey grins and nods, as if it's all settled. "There, you see? Silly to just give up and be sad about something that won't necessarily happen. I'm here now, so I've gotta live now. Help people, fight Banes, join a pack... that sort of stuff I can do now. And, well, whatever happens, happens."

Kenneth furrows his brow at the girl, hand dropping back to his other arm as he looks off. This time he does shiver a little, cold setting on him with an icy vengeance. "Maybe," he grudgingly semi-accepts. "Easier said than done though. Those things you say."

Stacey chuckles, brushing away a lose strand of her hair. "Well, of course. They wouldn't be worth doing if you didn't have to work for them."

"Your boundless optimism is..." Kenneth starts to say, and then cuts himself off. Working himself up to a stand, the philodox looks back over at the Child. "Well whatev'. If it gets you through life, it gets you through." The halfmoon turns, partly making as if he were going to simply leave, but pauses. "You doin' anything, or you wanna walk with? I'm gonna turn into a popsicle if I don't get my jacket 'n shoes, but they're back by that one big ass boulder..."

Stacey stands to her feet as Kenneth does. "I'm not going anything, so I'll walk with ya," she answers with a grin.

Kenneth mutters something, following it with a short 'enh', and motions with a tip of his head. "I think it's this way," he mentions, and starts off in that direction.