4/12/2005

05:44 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (25% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 45 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 14 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.94 and rising, and the relative humidity is 79 percent. The dewpoint is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 17:20 Pacific Time on Tue Apr 12 2005.

Bawn: Western Forest(#3018RA)
Tall Sitka spruce and sequoia crowd around and above you. Many of the trees are old, their branches twisted into impossible shapes, trunks broad and draped with lichen, mosses and creepers. Tendrils of moss hand down from them like green spiderwebs, snaring the unwary with cold, ghostly fingers. The patches of younger growth are dense and pale, needles tinged with silver. Matted undergrowth huddles sullenly in the occasional small clearings, clutching with thorns and burrs at the legs of those who would pass. Deer seldom venture here, but the forest is full of rustlings, and tiny glints from wary, watchful eyes.
The forest spreads out to the east, bounded on the west by Sunrise Road. From farther to the west, one can occasionally hear the distant sounds of the town of Kent's Crossing.
Contents:
Stacey
Obvious exits:
Highway 22  Overgrown Path  Sunrise Road  Farmhouse  Caern of the Hidden Walk  Creek  Central Bawn  Southern Bawn  Northern Bawn  

[look Kenneth]
Surrounded by an invisible but 'black' aura, Kenneth is a tall dark stranger waiting to happen. The uncomfortable atmosphere penetrates his otherwise decent social graces, making him seem at first impression, unapproachable. But, he is young and in reality rather attractive. His body is lean, not intimidatingly muscled but nonetheless carries in it a high athletic potential. His dark hair is trimmed to a decent length and styled in a fashionable manner. The majority of his forelocks sweep to one side while a secondary section pokes off the other direction. The body flows back to feather out at the tips, giving his hair quite a bit of a young TV star appeal.
Hairtips hanging just over his eyes, they accentuate the features and shape of his face. At first impression, he may seem completely Asian by heritage, but at a more direct glance, there are a few traits that hint at a mixture of bloodlines both Western and Eastern. What stands out underneath the mild slants of his eyebrows are his nearly black eyes that rarely highlight with a grey color in strong lighting. The cold neutrality of his gaze is of one that wishes to prove the worth of their existence, but more than anything makes him seem alone.
Casually dressed, Kenneth has on a white, collared button-down shirt left open at the top and hanging out of his pants at the hem. It covers over a thin black tanktop, and accompanies a pair of dark blue jeans and white sportshoe. Around his neck, a long thin ball-chain loops around with a unique and expensive looking pair of twin gold rings, both with a small glittering emerald setting.

It is a quiet, cloudy day, still quite light outside, although evening will soon cover the forest in darkness. Walks-Middle runs through the western portion of the bawn, weaving around the tall trees. Finally she comes to a halt near a couple of the spruce, panting as she looks about, sniffing the air.

Kenneth's scent wafts over the breeze, Shadow Lordy and smelling distinctly of ew, city-urrah 2-in-1 shampoo-conditioner and soap. The philodox makes his way through the wood in his birth form, and comes into view with a standout white shirt as well- a change from the deep black tee from before. His hair is fresh cut too, and for those rare times when he's alone or believes himself to be, he allows himself the pleasure of looking like he's genuinely calm and relaxed.

Walks-Middle sneezes and then lolls out her tongue as she catches Kenneth's scent. She starts making her way towards him, apparently making little effort to hide her approach. Once she's close enough, she steps into plain sight and lets out a chuff of greeting.

Kenneth, faced with the sight of the Coggie-Guardian-sub, looks down at her for a moment of neutral hesitation as she steps out in his path. The halfmoon then nods his head once, slowly moving his hand with a slight 'come on over' gesture to the wolf-formed ahroun. "Hey Stace," he greets her in return, sounding well-rested.

Walks-Middle gives him a lupine grin and steps over to join him, wagging her tail once. She circles him once, seeming excited to see him, before sitting near his right side and looking up at him, wondering if all is going well.

Kenneth looks around and then finds a tree to sit beneath. One that has a bit less potential to have squirrels in it. "Got m'hair cut," he comments in reply to that question of his wellbeing, pointing up to the trimmed hair. "But I'm on some last dregs of savings I got left." The halfmoon looks over to the wolf, mildly lifting his brows as if to inquire silently after the ahroun as well.

Walks-Middle tilts her head as he speaks, glancing up at his hair and seeming to approve. As he lifts his brows, she looks away for a moment with a faint whine, then looks back. She tells him that she is well, but there was trouble on the bawn recently. She fears it might cause more trouble.

Kenneth's brows drop back down, and the philodox nods once more. "Yeah, I know. Brom came stormin' down on Elson right while I was gettin' the trim, and he... said he got kicked offa the Bawn by White Bear." Clearly he makes an effort Not to be annoyed as he says his version. "Heard that you guardians or someone from the Sept off'ed a human that got too close."

Walks-Middle lets out another whine, her ears lowering. She had no part in it, was elsewhere when it happened. She still doesn't know all of what happened, only that someone died and he is banned. Both White Bear and Seeker say this now.

"Any news on what happened to the John Doe?" Kenneth asks, able to separate his annoyance out and chop it into smaller bits with his willpower. "Brom got major pissed- enough that he wanted to jump on a plane with his kin girl an' head back home." The Shadow Lord says this with less flickerings of emotion in his tone and expression, but they are there nonetheless, perceptible to the lupus. "I got major pissed right back though. Punched him in the jaw right out in the middle of the street and yelled like a mutha." The halfmoon closes his eyes a moment and shakes his head slightly, as if in a twinge of regret for the outburst. "But alls the same. If he can't stand to challenge, then he's just not gonna get anywhere."

Walks-Middle watches Kenneth with some concern, standing up and pacing as she listens, her eyes narrowing at some points. No, she tells him, no news. Silver Fangs are looking into the shiny thing that hung around his neck. Both get offended too easily, she declares with a growl.

Kenneth rubs a finger underneath his nose, sniffing once. "One's a pissy ragewhore who can't stand two-leggers even though he /is/ one, and the other's a Get meathead who finds this joint as backwards as a prison where the guards are in the cells and the jailmates are at the towers." He pauses slightly, eyes slitting. "Though I share that sentiment. No matter how you feel 'bout Josh, he's feral. He's unbalanced. And no matter what, Stace, he isn't in any position to be tossin' orders at those who have tribes." Kenneth stares at the ahroun, intent on conveying just how adamant he feels about this. "If anything, Jacinta left you in her place, so that should've made /you/ sittin' on top of the heap."

Walks-Middle chuffs, seeming amused. Pierces-Ice knows little of me, she could not leave me in charge of those she knows and trusts well. Bites is more experienced and calmer than White Bear. Together they will be fine. White Bear is too feral, yes, but as far as the tribe... he will find one. She stops her pacing and looks directly at the Shadow Lord. If you were cast out of your tribe, would you run to the first tribe that gave an opportunity? Or would you seek out where you could help the best?

Kenneth stiffens at the question, chin lifting as if he'd been stung. "I would never get kicked outta my tribe in the first place," he answers in a snake-hooded flare, "and if I /was/, I'd question myself on how the hell I ended up so far out there to get cut off in the first place." His feeling of being offended dims a touch. "That still doesn't deny the fact that Josh has been kicked out by the spirits. And that, at least, is a major offense." He lays an arm over a bended knee, fingers working and rubbing against each other. "If tribeless White Bear's got more authority over all the rest of us just 'cause he gets to play Guardian, what does that tell you and me about our own tribes? What's that gonna tell cubs if they find out about it? Should we just say piss on the whole tribes thing?"

Walks-Middle growls in frustration and then bulges up into Hispo. ~It was a hypothetical question. Of course I do not think you would be kicked out of your tribe! White Bear is seeking a tribe. Not even he can say that it is good to be without a tribe. These things take time.~ She huffs. ~White Bear is Guardian because he belongs in that pack, has the trust of the Warder and Pieces-Ice, and because, quite frankly... who else is there? Who else is willing to spend that much time and dedication out here? And do you honestly worry that any of our cubs will follow in his footsteps? For that matter, who in this Sept doesn't have some complicating problem of other!~ She shakes her head, looking agitated. ~If your alpha has a problem with what has happened, let him challenge. It is fruitless to debate more over this. What was done is done. However, for the sake of order, I do believe that those familiar with the rules and the ways out here, the Warder and the Guardians, should be heeded in delicate situations.

Kenneth tenses up when the ahroun shifts up, quickly getting up to his feet with a speed that is telling of how in tune he is with the atmosphere. "I didn't say we should piss on the Warder's authority, or even the Guardians. White Bear's got the marbles for stickin' out here this long, yeah, But he doesn't give the rest of us any respect either." His lips slip away from his teeth. "I told Brom t'challenge, so it's up to the Warder an' him if they wanna get shit settled right." The silent snarl fades, the halfmoon not wanting to direct any anger at the ahroun. He looks off, pinning treetrunks with invisible knives. "And as for who's who'd be willing to spend the time out here?" He glances back to the hispo, eyes black and serious. "Anyone who gives a damn about this place would. Including me."

Walks-Middle steps back a pace as Kenneth stands, as if to show she's not a threat. After a moment of silence, she lets out a soft, annoyed growl. ~Us arguing about it isn't going to change things. Especially since we agree on several points. It just isn't a simple or easy situation. I just... hope that White Bear will find a tribe, perhaps even become reconciled to his other half, before things get too messy. I also hope Forath-Ripper doesn't try anything foolish before he challenges.~

Kenneth stands with his back obstructed by the tree behind him, watching the hispo carefully for a moment before slowly letting his proverbial hackles slip back down, and the hood folds once more. "Brom's probably gone to the Alpha 'bout it anyway," he notes slowly, quietly. Then the Shadow Lord folds back down and sits, deliberately putting himself down again. "I just think things are real backwards here. Everything is said one way, then shown to be another, and it's confusing. Frustrating, yeah." He doesn't quite look straight on at Stacey again, leaving his gaze somewhere between her shoulder and the trees behidn her. "So how's patrolling these days?"

Walks-Middle looks somewhat pacified as well and lies down, resting her head on one of her paws. ~Backwards? Try being a Child of Gaia who's looked down on by her teacher for not being interested enough in Rage and fighting.~ She sniffs at this and then flicks her tail. ~Patrols are fine. Nothing too eventful has happened on any of mine. Although I happened upon that lost cub and Three-Blades the other day and gave him a cub name: Long-Wind.~

Kenneth shifts his gaze from tree to hispo once more, and watches her in a sort of closer observation. After a short moment's silence, he replies, "You're a Child and an ahroun at the same time. If that weren't oxymoron enough. But the rest of 'em'll get over it. You got enough heart to make up for lack of real temper." A pause. "'Sides, you can't go around bein' like the rest of us ragewhores. Got enough of us short-fuses out here... someone's gotta be Peacemaker." The halfmoon flips his gaze back to the trees after calling the hispo that name again. "Long-Wind hunh? Fitting. More subtle 'n stuff."

Walks-Middle lolls out her tongue, looking pleased. ~Thank you,~ she says, both sincere and amused, ~I'll have to relate that to Flood-of-Flame next time we argue over our views.~ She looks away a moment as a scurrying noise catches her attention, then looks back. ~It's certainly better than simply calling him 'lost cub'. We took him hunting then. Off the bawn, of course. Star-Caller was with us as well.~ The large wolf pauses and whuffles. ~You see how uneventful things have been? My news is of hunting trips.~

Kenneth looks back to the ahroun, a smirk touching a half of his face. "It's better'n what I got to report. All I can say is that I gotta hair cut and I'm runnin' outta cash for food. That and Jarred's loft's bills came in, which means that place is gonna be crap for staying in- well more than it already is. No water, no power, gonna be screwed." The Shadow Lord sighs vaguely, thinking quietly. "Could stay at the farmhouse more, I guess."

Walks-Middle lifts her head as Kenneth speaks, her posture showing concern. ~Yes, you could stay there if you need. You already know my concerns about the safety of the cubs, especially as Heals-the-Rift cannot shift!~ the Hispo says, ~I hope you are able to work things out, though. Is there a job you could get?~

Kenneth is sitting at the base of a tree, looking like he's in fresh clothes and a recent trim to his hair. Significantly cleaned up, and smelling to sharper lupine senses of the strong 2-in-1 shampoo-conditioner and soap, the Shadow Lord is conversing with the hispo'ed Coggie in quiet tones. "Yeah, but Requiem's territory is still out in the city. It's not so much a pain to run back and forth- good training and all- but just the travel time alone makes things tricky to manage."

The soft crunch of wolven paws traversing the bawn can be heard as Stone-Spirit approaches. She is in the lupus form, and as she gets close enough to take in the scent of those gathered, she stops and lifts up her voice with a short bark of greeting, the tone questioning her welcome to come closer.

Walks-Middle tilts her head and agrees. ~That is true. You do have other priorities.~ She seems to have some point she wants to make, but leave it at that as she is distracted at Stone-Spirits approach. She gives the Get a lupine grin. ~Greetings.~

Kenneth checks his gaze over at the bark, peering at the wolven Get. The Shadow Lord is a bit wary, finding the lupus a little unfamiliar. That, and he's been caught 'relaxing'. Nodding in allowance for the newcomer to come forward and join them, he adds, "Kenneth, Dagger's-Edge, Shadow Lord philodox." Just in case.

Stone-Spirit comes forward in an easy lope, tail and head held high as she comes into the area. After just a moment, she shifts up through her forms to land in Homid, running a hand over her still, quite short hair. "Hey, sorry. Was just out stretching the paws out."

Walks-Middle sniffs in Emma's direction, then lies her head back down on her paw. ~There is nothing to apologize about that. How are you? Is all well?~

Kenneth waits cautiously as the wolf steps forward, noting how the tail is high. When the lupus shifts to homid, he puts face to name and then makes to nod again at the Get. "S'cool," he adds to Stacey's greeting and askance. "So I met y'down at the pool hall. Sorta." This explained part for Stacey's benefit, the Shadow Lord glances to the hispo as well.

Stone-Spirit nods to the wolf, "Yah, just, needed the peace and quiet of the forest after dealing with those cubs earlier. Nut jobs. Both of them." She squats down next to the large wolf and leans back on her hands, propping herself up.

Walks-Middle sits up and shifts into her homid form to match the others. "Oh, which cubs? Basil? Rae?" She shifts her position to sit up against one of the tree trunks. "We certainly have had some difficult cubs lately."

Kenneth looks back to Emma, daring to display amusement at the mention of difficult cubs. "Or maybe it was that one Walker cub you were supposed to look after huh? What was his name... Long-Climb-Ahead?"

Emma looks to Kenneth, "What is that supposed to mean?" Her posture grows defensive now, though not yet openly aggressive.

Stacey tilts her head. "Kevin? He could be frustrating now and then, but he's not as difficult as some of the others, wouldn't you say, Emma? Although I do think he could have handled several things better than he has, but, well," she shrugs. "They're kids, they'll learn."

Kenneth arches his brows up, head lifting. "Don't mean nothin'. Just that he could've been a difficult cub to handle," the philodox repeats plainly, expression a curious neutral. "He's the only cub I saw you with, so I figured that's who you were talking about."

Emma cools as the conversation goes on, giving a nod. "Kevin is alright. If anything he is too focused on making the perfect decision. At least he wants to make one. Basil has a mouth that would be better off on the bottom of someones boot, and Christine isn't going to last another three days out here. She's gonna try to bolt."

Stacey chuckles at the bit about Basil, then raises a brow. "Christine? I didn't know there was a new cub around. Which tribe is she from?" She lets out a sighs, leaning her head back. "Well, if she does try and run, they'll track her down, I'm sure. And hopefully trying that once, if it comes to that, will be enough."

Kenneth looks from one to the other, Child to Get. "Yeah. Who's Christine?" he asks after a moment's deliberation of whether to inquire. "Cub, obviously. New cub, obviously." Regardless, it seems like Kenneth is curious in a distant way. Musing to himself, the halfmoon keeps his eyes on the two.

"New Gnawer, Olga doesn't seem too convinced either. Ran into them the other day, cub won't say a word, just shoots daggers at you. And when Alicia asked who she was, she stated just her name. I had to pipe in and tell her that no, she was not a lost cub, just refusing to believe any of this." Emma shakes her head, "She's asian, not that it makes a difference, but... yah, she's at the farmhouse, real quiet and withdrawn."

Stacey nods looking troubled. "Kinda makes me wish I was there, wonder if I could help any. Our cub, Rae, had a hard time believing and trusting in the beginning, but this cub sounds a bit worse." She frowns, squinting as she thinks. "I'll bet she just needs time and all, to adjust."

"Or, she won't be able to cut it once she sees the rest of us who are Garou," Kenneth intones ominously. There's a pause before he notes, "Asian huh? That'll be interestin'."

Emma gives another nod, "She is so stubborn on believing it to be... that we're the ones that are messed up. I mean, she hates us. Really hates. Take Rae and Hope and put them together. Now multiply that by two." A short breath is exhaled, "I hope for Olga's sake, the cub snaps back and pulls this off. But I dunno. Anyway, what are you two up to? I know you got duties out here Stacey."

Stacey shudders. "I don't even want to think of a Rae-Hope combination. Goodness. I feel sorry for the Bone Gnawers." She shudders again and then nods. "Yeah, I was making my rounds and ran into Kenneth. Figuratively."

Kenneth doesn't really have an excuse. "Was jus'... walkin'," he tries out, mostly having forgotten why he's sat here in the first place. "Guess it's more peaceful out here than traulin' for trouble out in the city. Brom and Dillen're gonna probably do something again tonight." The philodox pulls a face. "Somethin' that involves gettin' blood on my clean shirt." Weep.

Emma chuckles, "Last night they just hung out at Broms' kins place and got drunk, watched some fight game show thing. And if that's what they are doing again tonight, better off here anyway. Got real fucked up last night. I'll not do that again." She looks around, then relaxes down to fully laying. "Stacey, how come you haven't joined a pack?"

Stacey blinks at the sudden question and then shrugs, smiling in a reassuring manner. "Well, it is a bit hard to look for a pack when you're stuck on the bawn helping the Guardians. But, when the time comes, I'll get a pack together."

Kenneth glances at Stacey when the question is asked, and nods once with the answer she gives. "Whenever you get off the Bawn, you're gonna be out there gettin' grabbed after like sales at WalMart," he rumbles out. Emma gets a small, curt nod. "After figuring out I lost a whole 10 or so hours of my life to a drunken stupor, I somehow don't think I'm going to do that again any time soon," the Philodox utters.

Emma looks over at the other, "You're gonna form one? That's awesome. I was going to, well, me and my cubhood friend Tabia. She took off before she even got to her Rite, never came back. I don't think she ran away, I think she just left. She's a Strider ya see. After that, everything sorta fell apart and Signe asked me." A big sigh escapes her, "Still, I mean, I get a lot of experience with them, being all ya know, experienced, but I hate being lowman on the totem pole." Kenneth gets a nod, "I didn't want to do it to begin with, but they started making fun of me. Fuckers."

Stacey grins at them. "I hope to make a pack, yeah. The hard part will be finding interested people." She then wrinkles her nose. "I don't like being made fun of either, so I don't blame ya."

Kenneth pulls his lips into a thin straight line, shifting his gaze away. "Yeah, bein' low on the totem pole will do that. But pack hierarchies are known to be ... flexible," he utters. His eyes turn back to Stacey after. "You'll get looks soon 'nuff. And with the sound of all these cubs croppin' up, some of them will be lookin' for something to do after they Rite."

Emma nods her head as a yawn slips out, "Yah Stacey, you're real well rounded. You'll get interest. And I am not likely to crawl up in my pack Kenneth, a Fostern, maybe two, and Gunnar who may as well be three hundred years old and an Adren three times over. Ah well, it's cool." Her words start to slur as her eyes slip closed, her arms propping her head up like a pillow. Soon, her breath comes slow and deep, and the Ahroun is sleeping.

Stacey smirks as Emma falls asleep and glances over at Kenneth. "Think she'll be okay here? Might stay and make sure she'll be okay. Or maybe get her back to the Farmhouse?"

Kenneth shifts his gaze over upon the Get as she drifts off, brow furrowing a touch at just how easy she's taken this scene with the Coggie and a Shadow Lord. "She'll be alright," he observes to the awake ahroun. "She's a Get after all." Then he too stands up and brushes himself off, taking care to be sure he's gotten the dirt and evergreen needles off of his jeans. "You said there wasn't any huntin' on the bawn didn't you? But how do you eat then?"

Stacey stands to her feet as Kenneth does. "You're probably right," the girl agrees, then she tilts her head. "No hunting for non-Guardians or those who do not live out here. It's more a matter of... if you don't need it, why take it from those who do? I didn't want the other Guardians getting upset with me, so it was good that Yi led us off the bawn, just in case."

Kenneth hms in a low tone, seeming to understand. "Yea, probably a whole hunting on Guardian territory thing," he notes in logic. "Guess I better do my hunting off further out that a way then," he says with a look west at the dying sun. But, not before he looks back to the Coggie. "You gonna be alright out here?"

Stacey draws back her shoulders, standing a bit taller. "What me?" she says in a light, half-mocking tone. "Of course, I'll be just fine out here. Why, I'm just about over my fear of the dark now!"

Kenneth lifts his chin once more, staring to the shorter ahroun with a light smirk on his face, the expression getting half-hidden by the growing shadows. "Laugh in its face before y'rip its throat out, Stace," he notes with a certain amount of pride for the younger ahroun before he turns around. "I'll catch y'later then," he adds, a hand lifting in half a wave to signal his departure westwards.