4/14/2005

10:39 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (39% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is partially cloudy. The temperature is 42 degrees Fahrenheit (5 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the east at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.28 and steady, and the relative humidity is 92 percent. The dewpoint is 40 degrees Fahrenheit (4 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 22:15 Pacific Time on Thu Apr 14 2005.

Studio Apartment 3A(#3427RAJ)
The apartment is a studio-style with everything basically set into one large room with the same tan carpet and white walls throughout. There are a few black paned windows above the kitchen directly ahead from the entrance. In the front area is the living room, sporting a great cushy cream-colored couch that, though having seen many years of use, still manages to look good. In front of that is your basic color television, not too big and not too small, with a VCR, DVD player, and PS2 hooked up to it. Beside that is a standing stereo, which generally has a small pile of CD's - some in cases, some just stacked. However, the vast majority of the living room is taken up by art supplies. Two large wooden easels are set against the wall with a corkboard between them, and a large rolling cart is stuffed full to overflowing with every color of paint in a tube or formed into a cake, pencils by the dozens, bottles of cleaning solvent, and paintbrushes of every size and shape. The kitchen, directly ahead of the front door, is marked off by white tile from the floor and halfway up the wall and brown tile on the floor. There's a refrigerator, gas stove, dish washer, sink, and the typical assortment of faux-oak cabinetry above and below. Beside the kitchen, in the back left-hand corner, is the bathroom. Also basic, white, and functional, one can find the necessary toilet, sink, and shower/bathtub combo. It's a bit small, but perfectly usable. Lastly is the bedroom, divided by a cleverly placed white folding screen that gives it some privacy from the rest. The bed itself is of the double size, bedecked in tan flannel sheets and a comforter of faux-suede - tan on the underside and black on the upper. There's a wide assortment of similarly colored pillows stacked up at the head and two coordinating lamps are set on bedside tables on either side. Against the wall that forms part of the bathroom is a dresser, upon who's top is set a large collection of framed photographs and various trinkets.
Contents:
Brom
Obvious exits:
Hallway  

Knock knock. The sound is quiet, unassuming, but still- it's there. Kenneth stands at the door of the apartment, halfturned so that he's also able to watch down the hallway.

Heading to the door, Brom opens it up after sniffing at the crack, then peers out once he recognizes the Shadow Lord. "Hey." He says, letting him slip in.

Kenneth smells like soap, luckily. The halfmoon steps in after a short glance inside, straightbacked and polite in the Get's territory. "Rillie's sleeping?" he asks.

"Yeah, she's sleeping, no biggie though. She's Get, nothing short of the apocalypse can wake her up." Brom says with a grin. "What's up?"

Kenneth only offers a nod rather than a smile. "I decided to take a closer look 'bout the whole thing on the bawn that you were talkin' about the other day." Talk? Hah. Yeah, sure, talk. "Halfmoon to halfmoon. But aside from that... thought maybe you'd get a chance t'tell me a little about the whole Dedication rite thing."

Brom lets out a snort as he lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "What part do you want first?" He asks as he flops down into the couch after he tugs the sheet around to hide the bed from the living room, then turns off the TV.

"Whichever you feel like revealing the mysteries of first," Kenneth replies evenly, watching the Get move about the apartment while not budging from his spot either.

"I told you what happened. Nascha called for help in dealing with an intruder. We got there and he was bleeding from a wound to his leg. I shifted out of sight so that I can talk to him because everyone was sitting there, barking and snarling and the man was freaked out and trying to fight 'em off with sticks." Brom says with a rumble. "I asked the guy who the fuck he was and I asked about his business. I told him it was private property. White Bear, the entire time, would not shut the fuck up, he kept snarling at me, telling me to.. no kill two leg! No kill two leg! When I wasn't even lifting a damn finger to 'kill him'. I was trying to figure out who the hell he is and how he got onto our bawn. He kept fingering that necklace of his and it was starting to worry me. I thought he may be kin. So when White Bear wouldn't shut up, I told him to do something about it and I told him to fuck off. He pitched a fit because I wouldn't submit to his tribeless ass, and he said I had to leave the bawn and then he killed him."

Kenneth slides his arms across his chest, folding them as he chooses a spot beside the door and leans against the wall. "So did you find out if he was kin or not?" he asks, no accusation, just investigation. "Or did White Bear snip the guy's vocals before anyone else had a chance to? What about the others? What were they doing?"

"He said his name was Seth and he was a hiker lost in the woods. I didn't get much farther than that cuz' ass crack wouldn't shut the fuck up. He was like a god damn root canal. Everyone else was just sitting there. Nashca was telling me to kill him, White Bear was telling me to not kill him, Three Blades was parking her ass in the grass looking like every other fucking Gnawer in a tense situation." Brom says with a snort. "Between Nashch and White Bear, I thought I was going to snap. Oh yeah.. that Wendigo who may join our pack, though probably not /now/, was there.. Kills Wisely. I know he was ticked at Bear for being an idiot. I forgot what he was doing though. I think he was just growling and sitting there. I was the only one who took the homid to talk to this guy, an 'communicate'. Bear didn't tell me to do anything, except not kill him, and since his punk ass won't ever shift, then he was just as useless there."

Kenneth hms in thought, not quite asking any more questions immediately as he puts the scene in his mind. "If you didn't shift to find out who he was and what he was doing, what do you think would have become of the situation?" He doesn't ask after Michael just yet, instead exploring the possibilities. "Guy would've ended up dead anyway, yeah?"

"Hell if I know. I figured if he /was/ kin, then the best thing to do is to find out right there and then, instead of have the guy get killed and then find out he's fucking the Sept Alpha. At least we would have had 'some' information instead of 'no' information." Brom says with a grunt. "I'm not that much of a fucking savage."

Kenneth nods again, slowly. "Doesn't sound like you'll be kept off for long," he notes. "But it still sounds like a territory dispute could pop up." He looks to the other halfmoon. "Y'know, the whole Guardians territory is the bawn thing. You said you took it to the Warder, and he sided with his Guardians?"

"No, White Bear took it to the Warder. I haven't even found him yet. I've said I wanted to talk to him and he has yet to come to the farmhouse." Brom says with a snort. "Fuck their 'territory'. If he had a tribe it'd be a different conversation, but its just as bad because the fucker isn't an idiot /and/ has no tribe."

"Brom, you're a halfmoon. Territory's part of the laws," Kenneth notes in a relative calm, eyes shifting briefly upon the Get before moving off. "How do you plan on challenging the decision?"

Brom shrugs his shoulders. "To be honest, I quit giving a fuck about it the next day. I got more important shit to do out here in the city right now. So I can't crawl around in the fucking woods. Whoopie damn doo. If they want to make ronin Guardians, than fuck 'em."

Kenneth nods again, then waves a hand off and unfolds his arms. "Maybe it'll come up at moot then, which I would suggest then you really press the case that you were working on getting more info outta the guy before White Bear pissed you off. Lookin' at the way you took charge of the situation, I'm pretty sure you'll get your points across." He peels himself off the wall, brushing his shirt off for a moment. "That over with- don't suppose you got time to show me this rite." He pauses, rather contemplatively. "It's rather enviable that you can summon up sledgehammers and throwing hatchets out of thin air."

"... enviable? You are introducing new words to my vocabulary." Brom says as he turns to face you, then lets out a breath. "Alright, strip. I'll show you how to dedicate your clothing to you. Its actually a really easy ritual to preform and to learn."

"Enviable. Envy-able. In other words, I could say I'm jealous that you pop out sharp things from your body faster 'n a gun trigger can go off," Kenneth states. The strip command given, the Shadow Lord narrows his gaze a brief moment before he starts to do so. The shirt comes off first, then the undershirt tank, then the necklace containing the two gold rings. After that, his shoes, socks, and last are his pants and boxers. That's when Brom gets a full on view of the most horrific thing to happen to male-kind of any sort. All the scarring down there, and the small, scarred up stub left behind sliced and healed over. Kenneth bears the brunt of his nudity in relative stoicism. The halfmoon takes a moment to fold his clothing up neatly before his feet, and then stands there.

Squinting his eyes a bit, Brom tilts his chin some and openly stares at the Lord's mini-me. ".. heh.. and here I thought you guys were actually fucking around about that. Nice scar you got there, sorry it couldn't be two inches higher." He shifts his shoulders a bit. "Anyways, the trick to this is kind of getting in touch with your belongings, making it something personal to you. Obviously your clothes or your weapon is a good choice. So is a Fetish or talen, something of spiritual value."

Kenneth doesn't move a muscle save to blink his eyelids as the Get stares down there for awhile. "I'd rather I didn't have the scar at all," the Shadow Lord replies, "but that.. doesn't matter right now." The compliment only gets a slight narrowing of his eyes, and then Kenneth nods at the rest. "Clothes make the man, as they say."

"Its the scars that make the man. Even if its in a place you don't /want/ to show off. It shows that at least you are doing something with yourself besides sit around in the woods. At least you took a hit for Gaia and came out on top." Brom says as he motions you to the clothing. "Alright, when you want to do is pretty much talk to your clothes. Give it some loving, a bit of coaxing. Kind of ask it to become one with you. Just tap into your own inner spirit, draw it out and then draw your stuff in."

Kenneth flicks his gaze down at the folded pile of clothing, then back up to the halfmoon. ".. Talk to the clothes?" he echoes, a tone of incredulity touching on the halfmoon's voice. "I ain't a theurge," he remarks. Neither, does it seem, is the Shadow Lord very 'loving' about inanimate objects.

"And I'm not a Theurge either. It just helps me relax when I put something in me." Brom says with a rumble as he flicks his wrist, drawing out his fire axe before you, giving it a twirl about. "What can I say, I was taught by a Theurge."

Kenneth rolls his shoulders back, his lean frame scrawny compared to the Get's. Then he looks back down to the clothes, and slowly kneels down with them in front, in seiza position like one assumed for Japanese martial artists. He's looking down at the clothes, thinking. Then he asks, "What do you say to a piece of cloth? 'Hey how you doin', wanna merge?'?"

"No, thats what you say when you want to get some pussy." Brom says as he flips the axe up in the air, watches it spin end over end, then snags it by the handle again as it slips its way back to his neck in the form of a python. "What you say to your clothes, is this." He clears his throat, kneeling down in front of you, then reaches out and places his hands upon the fabric. "You are my shirt, my pants, my belongings. You are what makes me whole. I need you right now."

Kenneth smirks at the pussy comment, but it fades just as quickly as he watches the axe slip back away into the strange tattoo it came from. Then, listening to the Get's words, Kenneth waits for him to finish. Tentatively, the Shadow Lord mimics the Get's actions. "My shirt, my pants, my belongings. You are what makes me whole." The halfmoon pauses, staring hard at the clothes to the point his brow furrows down. "I need you, and you must serve your purpose. Bond with me, Kenneth Saitou-Sardelis, Dagger's-Edge, Halfmoon of the Shadow Lords. Make me... whole." The Shadow Lord swallows after these utterances, fingertips brushing over the fabrics and the metallics. Then he looks up at the Get. "How do you know it works?"

"You have to tap into yourself, your inner... spirit. Ya'know, your gnosis. Let it flow outwards and into your clothes. It takes a bit, kind of like driving a clutch." Brom explains. "You'll know because it will feel warm, like you just got into the shower. You'll feel the clothes ripple a bit. Then when you put them on, they feel good, better than ever."

Kenneth narrows his gaze again, then looks down at the folded clothing. Fighting down the impatience, the Shadow Lord takes another deep breath and sets both his hands fully upon the clothing, fingertips touching all the different articles. Quietly, the halfmoon repeats his words from before this time slower, more meaningful. "So we seek a balance, you and I," he tells the clothing. His eyes close lightly, and he stays that way for a long, silent moment before opening his eyes again. Different from before, his reaction shows it. Kenneth lifts his hands away, and turns his palms up to stare at them.

Brom tilts his head a bit. "You feel it kid?" He asks as he stands upwards, brushing down his jeans a bit to smooth out the wrinkles, then watches a bit curiously.

Kenneth gazes at his hands awhile longer, then flips up his dark gaze up to the Get. "Maybe," he utters, and starts to put his clothing back on one piece at a time, not rushing the process. "Guess we'll find out." He stands as he slips into the articles, fitting each piece with precision. Kenneth then stands there, and with a short touch to the twin gold rings around his neck, he starts to shift. The Shadow Lord grows in muscle mass and height, with the clothing tightening around him. At first it seems like they aren't going to fit, and are going to break with the sudden bulge. But then, like the point of stretching for a balloon when it gets air blown into it, the clothes suddenly expand with him. Kenneth stops at the Glabro, checking out the feet of his dedicated clothing, shifting his weight.

Nodding his head, Brom flashes his teeth. "Looks like I'm a pretty damn good teacher." He says with a rumble in his throat. "Good job Kenneth. You now know something special."

Kenneth still checks out some things, like his shirt sleeve, or the feel of his shoes, before he looks over to the Get philodox and shrinks back down to his birthform. No doubt, the expression on the Shadow Lord's face hasn't changed /too/ much, but he seems definitely proud of himself. And maybe, a smidgeon of grateful appreciation is aimed towards the Get philodox as well. "Thanks man," he utters, a light smirk curling at the side of his lip. "Now I don't gotta take my shoes off every time we go fight the Wyrm."

Brom nods his head. "Be careful of how much crap you bind to yourself. Don't tax your inner spirit. I can only take two things at a time, or else I start to get real tired." He admits.

Kenneth clears his throat, and then nods a bit formally at the Get. "Not gonna go dedicating any bazookas to myself or anything," he notes. "Although that one rapier Jarred had us train with... that might be worth looking into."

"Maybe. I hear some Garou 'look down' upon others who bind shit like chain saws or bikes to 'em." Brom says with a shrug. "I just bind the stuff that I need, or at least the stuff that I know will hurt someone like hell." Another quick flash of his teeth. "So, real Half Moon, what do you think I should do about White Bear?"

Kenneth sticks out his shoe, toeing at the floor experimentally for a moment. "Real Half moon?" he echoes, foot slipping back. "Doubt anyone'll come to me about that yet, but there's somethin' to be said about you taking charge during the whole thing. Bunch of wolves snarling at a scared human would've have done jack shit to take care of the situation- unless you killed the intruder. Challenge not the leader in times of war. Obviously, when you and him were arguing, the others were waiting for a leader to show up." The Shadow Lord looks on at the Get. "Perhaps he'll argue that you disrespected the territory. But, you did what you had to do to find out if the caern was in danger of being violated." He pauses in thought. "I find it fishy that White Bear's the one who told you not to kill the human that many times, and he ends up doin' the job himself." Kenneth frowns a bit. "I fuckin' hate two-faced shit like that."

Brom shrugs his shoulders. "Well, at the time I was yelling at a fucking wolf so the guy probably thought I was fucking nuts anyways." He says with a slight grin upon his face. "But yah... no one else was doing anything, and you can't deal with a human by barking at em'."

Kenneth shrugs a shoulder, looking off. "That probably wasn't the smartest of things t'do," he tells Brom. "You really gotta work on your sense of tact in situations like that. Yellin' and bashin' in heads got their place, but dealing with humans... don't go that easy." The Shadow Lord clears his throat again. "Bring it up at moot."

"Well, if he's ganna fucking yell at me the entire time to 'no kill human', then maybe he needs to take the human form and deal with humans better." Brom says with a rumble in his throat, shaking his head. "I could challenge it, but like I said, got better shit to do. Got vampires, got the farmhouse taint. Let him sit out there and wipe his ass with poison holly for all I care."

Huffing out, Kenneth shakes his head. "Like I said. I'll take a closer look as to what happened- or at least find out why the hell you're still banned from the bawn. Cause that's just bullshit. White Bear can't go bannin' people from shit 'cause they piss him off. If the Warder can't see that, then maybe someone's gotta kick the Warder's head in too." The halfmoon rakes a hand through his hair, growling lowly. "You get in touch with that Wendigo then?"

Brom shrugs. "I need to take a trip to the Bluff and see if I can find Michael. He's that guy, Kills Wisely. He /really/ was interested in joining up with us, we were just about two seconds from throwing down and getting to know each other until Nasha did her stupid howl for help." He grumbles. "Now I don't even know where we stand."

Kenneth tilts his chin slightly. "You tell 'im who else he'd be packin' with?"

Brom nods his head. "Of course. I told 'em that Requiem is a solid pack who will prove themselves to be mighty in battle and will get past that.. speed bump you all hit awhile ago.

Kenneth snorts. "Pretty words, but in the end, he's a Wendigo who's lookin' into a pack with two Get and a Shadow Lord in the city. Do we even know if he isn't gonna be like White Bear out here, capable of frenzying at his own shadow?"

"He didn't lose it that one night, and he's smart. He got city smarts, but I don't think he's the type that actually wants to hang out in it." Brom says with a rumble in his throat. "He is a straight arrow and he sure as hell likes to throw down with the Wyrm. He doesn't look like a pussy. I think we'd benefit from that. Plus, it'll help us rub elbows with Jacinta since she's the head haunch of the Guardians."

Kenneth smirks again, bemused at the Get's words. "And a few days ago you wanted to beat her ass in 'cause she's alpha to White Bear. But," he shrugs, "guess we'll see 'bout the Wendigo. So long as he gets past Fenris." The halfmoon draws in a deep breath. "You want someone out there with you on the Bluff when you go?"

Brom shrugs his shoulders. "Sure, I don't mind you and Dillen tagging along. Better that all of us show up baring gifts." He says with a smirk upon his face. Stiffling a yawn, he gives himself a stretch. "Shit.. I should get to sleep before Rillie wakes up and starts wondering where I'm at. She does that now."

Kenneth lifts his chin, and nods after, turning for the door. "Yeah. Guess I'll head back to the shithole," he rumbles out. "I mean, Shadow's End." The smirk is concealed by his back. Hand on doorknob, the Shadow Lord looks over his shoulder. "See y'later Brom." A pause. "Thanks for the teaching."

Shrugging, Brom motions. "You could hit the pull out couch if you want. I'm not ganna be fucking her or anything tonight. She gets up around seven in the morning for school anyways."

Kenneth pauses again, halfway through the door already. "Nah," he replies. "That's just gettin' too dependent." There's a smirk in his voice, but also a distance to it. "See y'round." The door shuts again with a quiet click.

"Dependant my ass, its what pack brothers do for each other." Brom says, turning as he hears the door click, then slips under the sheet and heads into bed.