4/15/2005

07:11 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Half Moon phase (45% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 49 degrees Fahrenheit (9 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 6 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.03 and falling, and the relative humidity is 90 percent. The dewpoint is 46 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 18:48 Pacific Time on Fri Apr 15 2005.

Undeveloped Forest
This tough group of thinning trees has never known the forester's axe, or indeed any blade of man. Lack of easy access routes and the rocky nature of the ground have conspired to make it of little value in human eyes. Those of a more natural bent, however, can appreciate the quiet glades, small brooks, and the healthy flora and fauna that live here.
Eastward, the land grows more rocky and rises upward into the northern range of the Blue Mountains. The area is bordered on the north by the railroad, on the south by the border of Wolf Woods National Park, and on the west by State Route 22, winding its way south towards the park entrance.
Contents:
Finds-Stories
Nights-Daughter
Obvious exits:
Northeast  Highway 22  South  Lonely Hilltop  Railroad  North  East  

For all intents and purposes, she is a black wolf with dark brown eyes. Garou would pick up the resemblance to the Black Fury phenotype, a sign that her recent ancestry contained at least one member of relatively pure breeding, but a certain breadth to her chest and texture of fur also note that the breeding has been diluted by other blood by the time it reached her.

From afar, Nights-Daughter will page you the howl as Garou would hear it, ~I am here! Daughter of Night is a stranger to this territory, looks for the wolf changers!~

Nights-Daughter, after her one long howl followed by one short one has settled down in a protected area to wait to listen if it is answered. She seems unhurried, her nose to the wind.

Dagger's-Edge throws up a howl in answer, the Shadow Lord only noting that the stranger should stay where she is. It is followed with a second howl, this one meant for the Guardians in the vicinity to gather to the area. It is a short while of waiting, judging distance by sound, around 10 minutes away. The Shadow Lord breaks through the brush line with less of an announcement so much as he just comes into view, and the wind shifts to bring his scent to the outsider. His tail is held high, head tilting up as one confident in his status. Scenting out the Fury, he comes up right towards her, and the inquiry is in his posture. Who are you?

Howling often means that a hunt is about to begin, or has already been made. Curious, a large black corvid makes her way toward the wolves.

Nights-Daughter is on her paws and waiting by the time Dagger's Edge approaches, studying him intently. Her posture is the recognition of one who is a stranger in another's territory on uncertain footing but is not immediately deferential as she seems to size the other black wolf up. She does not let him approach too closely, keeping a safe distance between them warily. I am a traveler seeking someone. I am a Garou of Gaia. I want no harm to this Sept or Caern, only to find the one I seek. You may call me Daughter of the Night.

Dagger's-Edge neither gets too close, maintaining a certain buffer zone between him and the stranger. The skies and their rainclouds are ignored. Then the Shadow Lord takes to the Hispo form, bulging up into the near wolf as he assumes a more formal Mother's Tongue. ~As are the rules of this territory, you may not even think of entering until you are checked for the Wyrm. The Warder's Guardian pack will determine if you are fit to enter the bawn, or if you are to stay away until otherwise.~ His tail planes out, but the Shadow Lord's eyes watch her intently. ~And I am Dagger's-Edge, halfmoon of the Shadow Lords, brother under Fenris' warpack Requiem.~ His golden eyes wait, though his ears seem to be listening for others around them.

Finds-Stories quickly picks out the hispo as she draws close and lands on a nearby brach, cawing loudly as she does so.

Nights-Daughter's posture becomes amused, even as it relaxes slightly. I do not seek to enter the Bawn, only to find one who is of the tribe of your totem spirit. Do you know of a Garou of the gibbous moon named Defiant Storm?

Dagger's-Edge, though, isn't amused. The halfmoon is all business, even though his ears cup forward at the stranger's query. ~There is one by similar name,~ he rumbles, suspicion reading through his stiff posture. ~Why do you seek that one?~

Nights-Daughter seems to note the suspicion, for at least she takes pains to moderate her amusement to not aggravate it. I carry a message for her of some importance. From her sire. I have traveled since the full moon from the cold lands where she once lived to find her.

Dagger's-Edge sniffs again, muzzle lifting. ~What is the message?~ he asks outright, surprisingly blunt for a Shadow Lord.

Nights-Daughter's posture becomes apologetic. It is a private one, between sire and offspring. It would be dishonorable for me to repeat it to one I just met.

Dagger's-Edge tips his ears back a touch, acknolwedging the apology. He turns to an angle, showing his side to her as he howls out once more, calling for others to come and investigate the stranger. Her name is Daughter-of-the-Night.

Nights-Daughter seems in no rush, settled comfortably on her paws as she listens to Dagger's Edge's howl and seems satisfied by it. With a nervous shake, she settles her fur into place, preparing to wait.

Dagger's-Edge remains in his hispo form as his howl dies off again, one ear turning towards the other blackpelted wolf. Between the times of others arriving, she could see a certain restlessness about the halfmoon, vocalized with a low rumbling.

A few minutes after Dagger's-Edge howls, there comes an answering howl. It's Calls-Spirits, and he is coming to help investigate the newcomer. It's some time after that that the Fang actually arrives, sides heaving from the run and his pelt slicked from the rain. He pauses to catch his breath and gain some measure of composure before coming closer. He sniffs at Dagger's-Edge tentatively for a moment, then seems to recognize him. This is the stranger? he asks, pointing his muzzle at Nights-Daughter, then.

Dagger's-Edge looks towards the approaching Calls-Spirits when the Silver Fang comes into view. Nose scenting the Fang as well, the Shadow Lord seems equally wary of the Silver Fang to an extent before he indicates the stranger with a point of his muzzle to her. ~Yes, that's her.~

Nights-Daughter is calmly licking cold rainwater from her muzzle as it collects on the long guard hairs there, and when she spies the latest wolf on the scene, her manner becomes even more deferential, almost submissive in her posture. You may call me Daughter of the Night. I am a stranger on this territory. I intend no harm to the Caern or those of the Sept. I seek one said to be here.

Not too long after Tobin arrives, Innocence lumbers into view. He stops, some distance away, ears twitching and leaning forward to try to pull some scent from the water-logged air.

Calls-Spirits' nosepad twitches for a moment as he scents the stranger. After a few moments of this he sits back on his haunches, closes his eyes and begins breathing deeply. His ears swivel this way and that during this exercise and it's about a minute before his eyes open again. Slowly he shifts to crinos, bowing gracefully when the shift is complete. ~Be welcome here, thou child of Pegasus called Daughter of the Night. Whom is it that you seek?~

Dagger's-Edge turns to look towards Innoncence when the other Fang comes into view, and then back to Calls as the theurge shifts. The Shadow Lord rumbles something down deep, watching Calls' posture and his gestures of Mother's Tongue. Rather than interject, Edge simply stands there as a second sentinel.

Nights-Daughter doesn't seem to notice Innocence's arrival until the Shadow Lord turns to look to him, only then looking past the two nearer Garou to the newcomer, before looking back to the theurge who addressed her. Drawing up her posture self-confidently, she answers. I seek one of Fenris's children, a she-wolf called Defiant Storm. I have a message to give to her.

Isaac steps forward, moving to Tobin's right side, and sits like a dog at heel. Again he leans forward to sniff at the stranger and his ears turn backward briefly.

Dagger's-Edge here notes to the Fury, ~Defiant-Storm makes her home in the Scab.~ The Shadow Lord for whatever reason, seems putoff.

Calls-Spirits dips his muzzle in acknowledgement. ~I know Defiant-Storm and will see her soon. She is my commander for the current plan regarding...a problem in the city. I would be honored to tell her you are here.~ He looks between Dagger's-Edge and Innocence. ~She is free from taint, so far as I can tell. Take her to a Guardian, if you can find one. I must away to the city now, and will seek out Defiant-Storm on the way.~ He looks back to Nights-Daughter then. ~Know that I am Calls-the-Spirits-to-Battle, Cliath Theurge of the First Tribe. I apologize for having to leave so soon. May Gaia watch over you, and may our paths cross again.~ He bows again, shifts back to lupus and dashes away towards the city.

Nights-Daughter, as Calls-Spirits leaves, repeats unnecessarily for Dagger's Edge. But I do not *want* to go to the Bawn or the Guardians. The Black Fury huffs good-naturedly, then eyes Innocence a little more as he approaches. When he says nothing, she turns back to the Shadow Lord, posture turning apologetic on the verge of submissive once more. I would be most thankful if if there would be some way I might find the she-wolf this night, and you would lend your assistance, honorable halfmoon of the Shadow Lords.

Dagger's-Edge splays an ear at the formality paid him, not immediately replying. His eyes stray to the Fangs, before he rumbles out neutrally, ~I can show you where she lives.~ The halfmoon is on his way shifting down to the lupus, apparently noting as well that there will be some traveling yet to be done.

Isaac watches Tobin rush off, craning his neck around to watch him go. When Night's Daughter moves again, the Silver Fang turns back to peer at her again. He rises off his haunches and takes a half-step closer. When Dagger's-Edge speaks, however, he settles back down onto the ground.

Nights-Daughter's tail wags appreciatively, but then pauses in following Dagger's Edge to look to Innocence, showing him a deference that matches what she showed to Calls-Spirits. Well met.

Dagger's-Edge shakes out his fur for a moment, spraying water from it and also looking to Isaac as the Fang remains. There is a touch of distance placed invisibly in the way the Shadow Lord regards the other. Then Edge chuffs at the Fang halfmoon. If you want to meet the stranger, then do so. An ear splays from the philodox.

Isaac huffs and pulls himself up. He shakes the water from his fur and, after sniffing one more time at the Fury, he turns back to the north and trots back from where he came.

Nights-Daughter's ears flip forward sharply at Innocence's departure, body rigid with surprise, but then relaxes into ease. Looking to Dagger's Edge, she motions gratefully that she is ready to follow. I can stand a little more travel, after these many days.

Dagger's-Edge only watches the Fang leave, the silent enigma unquestioned. After a short wait to see if the other might come back, Edge turns and starts off citywards. The halfmoon's lope is quick and distance-eating, and rather unrelenting for they make no stops or detours until they reach the very city outskirts. Questions go unanswered, and the Shadow Lord provides no entertainment along the way.

Nights-Daughter is content to run and does not ask questions while doing so, traveling a few paces behind and to the side of the Shadow Lord.

Brownstone -- Basement Apt.(#3328RJ)
The basement of the brownstone has been split into two sections. The stairwell leads down into the northwest corner section, which contains the boiler room, furnace, and the elevator shaft. The rest has been converted into another apartment, and Signe's made it into a rather fortified one at that. The only entrance is through a re-enforced steel door with no less than three dead-bolts. There are absolutely no windows at all in any of the four concrete and brick walls. It's a rather stark but functional space. Overhead, the air ducts and plumbing pipes are exposed, while the cement floor is covered by a ragged dark wine and gold Oriental throw rug. A makeshift shelving unit of two-by-fours and cinder block has been erected along the length of the wall with the door, and it houses a stereo, tv and old vcr. Directly opposite this is a beat-up leather couch and two mismatched recliners. The kitchen is small but functional, with a round wooden table and four chairs. Half of the back end of the building has been walled off for a private bedroom, while the rest is open to the living area. This space has been converted into a home gym--complete with wrestling mats, weights, and a full weight boxing bag.
Contents:
Signe
Obvious exits:
Out  Bedroom  

The trip is long, and on the outskirts the Shadow Lord bids the Fury to shift to a homid form before entering. Nothing more is really said between the two as they make their way to Elson, and then to the Brownstone apartments where the Get Jarl makes her home. Approaching the fortified door, Kenneth knocks loudly.

Signe's in the middle of doing the dishes, believe it or not. The door gets a distracted, irritated look and then the Get takes up a towel to dry her hands. She makes her way to the door and methodically undoes the locks before pulling the door open. She's gained back the weight she'd lost the last time Kenneth had seen her, and then some. In fact, the oversized t-shirt she wears doesn't hide the small roundness of her stomach.

Penelope is standing a couple paces behind and to the left of Kenneth outside the door, or as close to that as can be accomplished depending on what it looks like outside the door. The perceptive may notice that she is not at ease now as she waits, wiping her palms against the thighs of her pants surrepitiously as the locks are being thrown. Her eyes widen a little as Signe shows through, glance dropping to her abdomen, then back up again to look at the Ahroun's face.

Kenneth waits for the Get Jarl to show, and when she does, his head dips deferentially. "Signe-rhya," he states in a voice kept low for just the three, "A visitor has come to see you bearing a message." He steps aside as in proper announcement fashion, revealing Penelope.

Signe's expression darkens when she discovers it's the Shadow Lord at her door. Eyes narrow with automatic slight suspicion, only compounded when her gaze shifts to the visitor. "Message?" she asks, looking Penelope over with careful scrutiny. The Jarl remains standing in the doorway for a few more seconds before relinquishing the threshold and stepping back. she gestures for the two of them to come in.

Penelope's expression is schooled to polite formality. She gives Kenneth an uneasy glance, from behind him, but to Signe says dutifully, "A message from your father."

His eyes never meet the Jarl's, and Kenneth doesn't step forward even when invited to. Instead, the youth of a cliath turns to head past Penelope a few paces. "I'll leave you two to your privacy," he states once he's got a good couple of feet from the door. "Good night Signe-rhya. Night's-Daughter." Picture of polite neutrality, the Shadow Lord bows one last time before heading off, not looking back over his shoulder.

Wharf Street, Industrial Sector
An untidy sprawl of warehouses and the occasional factory, particularly the power plant, spreads westwards, through several blocks around and west of the wharves. The wharves themselves are decrepit, rotting from the river inwards, though the landward ends are still maintained sporadically. Ash and dirt and smoke cover everything in a dark film that dulls color and darkens whiteness. Rainbows of small oil spills are nothing unusual in the warren of streets and alleyways; nor is the presence of rust along metal eaves. In the alleyways, huge trash bins are accompanied by oil drums, tires, and the waste of decades of industrial carelessness. The smell of smoke from the power plant overlays all; between smell and residue, all combines to lend an air of desperation to the empty collapsing warehouses and one of depression to those warehouses yet standing and in use.
Contents:
Jacinta
Emma(#4114PVce)
Dillen
Brom
Obvious exits:
North  West  

The rain drizzles down from the dark heavens high above, gray and black clouds hiding the half faced glow of the moon. The wind is barely felt, but the stench of the city can easily sting the nostrils. This time of night, no one sane goes out for a walk, in fact, most of the occupants are sleeping along side the gutters and broken alleyways of dreary, dilluted washed away streets. The only real life is the typical hustle and bustle during the morning and noon when cargos are shipped and trucks pull by. Tonight, it just seems rather quite.

Having battled a somber mood all day, Emma finally gave in to the heaviness and started out for a long, lonely walk. She has worked her way down the river to finally arrive in the wharf area, and is now stepping up through the forest of warehouses in a direction vaguely resembling home.

Jacinta walks through the park, returning from Gnawer territory to her Kin's appartment. She wears a hooded windbreaker to ward off the rain, but the hood is pushed back and her hair is slicked down with damp.

Kenneth walks along with Dillen, coming in from the northwest as the pair from the Fenris pack make their nightly patrol. The wharves, close to and overlapping parts of claimed territory, the pair are alert as ever. Kenneth only stopped by Shadow's End, insisting on going inside and changing his clothes to a nondescript t-shirt and rain-worthy jacket, before he accompanied the Get out again.

Down the street, about a block away, one can see a fire blazing in a battered, tin garbage can, warming up a trio of homeless as they talk amongst each other, passing about a bagged bottle of cheap liqour. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barks, something clanks, and a cat darts out in the middle of the street, before scooting into a sewer drain.

Emma gives a casual glance to the tin can trio, hands shoved in her pockets as she moves. She's already soaked to the bone and has stopped worrying about wiping the moisture from her face.

Jacinta, as she walks along, gives the can-fire and it's claimants a long, hard stare before moving on. When she does, she spots the Get of Fenris and grunts out a greeting. Her voice is low enough not to carry far, but enough to be heard over the rain. "Waqaa."

Dillen continues down the street. "Looks like the same old, same old." He looks over to Kenneth and gives a chuckle. "SO, you call that girl yet?" He says, giving the Lord a jab with his elbow. This action only succeeds in getting a rather disgusted look from Kenneth, no words come from the Lord as he glowers at Dillen. "Dude, I was just asking." Dillen sighs and shoves his hands into his pockets. But he does see a pair of familiar faces, "Emma." He says, dipping his head in a nod to his tribemate and then to Jacinta. "Jacinta. Greetings."

Emma looks up at the Wendigo, a slight grin covering her face. "Hey, what's up?" She has a somewhat surprised look on her face, likely from the unexpected greeting. To add to the pot, another voice calls to her and she glances in the others direction, "Geez, small world tonight. Figures, always when you're off to be alone, right? Hey guys."

Jacinta's shoulder rises in a half-shrug as she steps backward to look for the other speakers. "Waqaa," she adds for the members of Requiem before turning back to Emma. "It seems there is always someone from the sept, here, as I pass."

Kenneth, true to form, doesn't like getting poked on such sensitive subjects as girls. Seeing the other non-Requiem Garou, he only dips them a short nod each. Halfmoon doesn't seem like talking too much tonight.

Dillen gives a shrug. "In our Territory, just doing our rounds." He says to Emma with a touch of pride to his voice. He then turns to Jacinta and he goes a little less friendly, "Jacinta. As there has been no judgement, I wish to be able to go back into the heart of the sept. It has been too long. May I have the guardian's permission?"

There is a flash of red light in the distance, about a pair of blocks down followed by the of creaking metal and what could be pistons. It screeches loud, crashes, then goes quiet. The bums that hug the street suddenly start paying 'close' attention and start away from the racket, mumbling to themselves.

Emma startles at the sound, eyes turning to focus on the direction it came from. Her hands are out of her pockets as well, more out of instinct than readiness. "What the hell?"

Jacinta had turned to regard Dillen, apparently about to reply when the sound from the distance demands her attention. Like Emma, she voices her surprise and concern, but her words are in Yup'ik.

Dillen looks away from the others and to the flash. He taps Kenneth with his hand, "C'mon. Need to check this out."

Kenneth utters a low "Never a dull night in ol' St. Claire," eyes locked towards the general direction of the red flash. Tapped on the shoulder, he bristles at the touch but says nothing about it. "Yeah," he agrees, and starts off towards the sound without so much as a 'come on' to the rest of them.

There is another flash of lights and as the group grows closer, one can see that they belong to a vehicle and quite a big one. Unfortunately, with the lack of street lights, its hard to make out exactly what it is. There is the sound of whirring in the air, followed by another clank and a crash, then a loud engine roaring to life as the lights slowly begin to depart.

Emma glances quickly to Jacinta then moves after the others. Her pace is quick but she is not running.

Jacinta is moving even before Emma's glance, but she returns a nod as she moves along with the others. "Ara," is all she voices of the thoughts she might wish to convey. Her legs carry her quickly toward the source of the noise and light.

Dillen surveys the area, looking to see if anything came out of it. Trying to get close enough to see, but sense has him pull back a little to keep from getting "too" close. "What is that?" He asks quietly.

Kenneth doesn't answer since he doesn't know, taking steps closer than the rest as they approach. The Shadow Lord stares intently, eyes squinting, as he tries to make out just what is the machine that's making such a racket.

Emma squints her eyes as she looks out towards the noise, then lets out a chuckle. "Heh, that, is the elusive, and highly dangerous, garbage truck guys." She shakes her head, "Jumpy much?" Never mind that she jumped.

The large, rust stained vehicle continues down the street at a slow, lazy pace, red lights flashing again to signal its breaks, before the sound of a loud, clanging can be heard. Sure enough, its a garbage truck once the eyes adjust to the darkness. They can see the lift carry forward over the truck, dumping its contents, then releases the bin, before carrying on. The bums that stand on the other side of the street, simply stare, pointing, huddling together a bit closer.

Jacinta's right eyebrow rises as she watches the contraption at work. She shifts her attention for a moment to Emma, and then back to the machine. "Great vicious beast, that." From her tone, it's hard to tell whether she's serious, or using sarcasm.

"Or maybe I am just hoping for something a little more interesting." Dillen shakes his head with a bit of a grunt. He squints his eyes, still looking at the truck. "Shit. Let's get back to patrolling." He looks to Kenneth and then a bit of a look at the bums.

Alicia pages: You can hear something, and its odd. Sounds like crying, pleading from the belly of the metal beast.

Kenneth holds up a hand with a short 'shh' hiss, watching the truck intently. Then, gauging the reaction of the bums to the truck, he turns to the others. "Something's cryin' inside that thing. I can hear it." The halfmoon takes another few steps closer, trying to remain at least partly in the shadows.

"Crying?" asks Emma. "Like what, a baby, or a puppy or something? You sure it's not just the whine of the motor and stuff?" She looks down the way again to stare at the truck.

Dillen pushes back into the shadow as well. He listens intently to the sound that Kenneth hears, trying to make out what it is.

Jacinta shushes Emma with a short, "Shkk," and tips her head to better listen as well. She doesn't move closer, though, not yet.

The metal beast is loud as it works. The gears shift, exhaust rumbles to life and the truck starts to putter off down the street once more at its lazy pace. Another block down, another dumpster.

Kenneth frowns, not exactly able to elaborate. Nevertheless, he pursues the garbage truck, muttering to himself more than to the others, "What the hell are garbage trucks operating this late for? They usually do rounds at 7 in the morning..." Undeterred, he follows the truck at a quick trot, only sparing a glance to the bums as he passes them.

Dillen bows his head, trying to concentrate on it. He slowly begins to move closer to it, trying to amplify the sound. As Kenneth moves, he falls in beside his packmate. "Yer right."

Emma quiets as everyone tries to listen. As Kenneth begins moving, she follows after the pair, though lets them take lead.

As the rain picks up a bit, one can smell the acrid stench of the garbage that wafts from the trunk. The smell of rotten food, decayed paper, waste. The truck continues on its lazy sway, until coming to a stop next to one of the warehouses. The lights go out, as the engine cuts away.

Jacinta's eyes narrow as she again starts to move after the truck. She quickens her pace until she matches Kenneth stride for stride, but her expression is dissatisfied.

H'okay, that's close enough. Kenneth grows wary as they get close, picking up his pace only as the truck comes to a stop to catch up. Once a few yards away, he slows and breaks off partly. Looking over his shoulder, he signals with a point that Dillen (and perhaps the others) could check the back, as he heads towards the driver's side of the cab.

Dillen does his best to push around to the side of the warehouse before anybody exits the truck, to keep an eye on Kenneth. Also, to possibly get close enough to the back of the truck to hear better what the sound is. Hoping for shadow to cover him.

The sound of the door swings open, then slams shut as the sound of whistling can be heard, approaching the back of the truck. Heavy boots fall upon the street as he lifts up the latches and heaves up the backing. He sticks his arm inside the bags of trash, roots around, then pulls out a heavy plastic bag, throwing it over his shoulder. With that motion, he starts for the warehouse.

Emma gives the area a quick glance as everyone slows up and starts breaking off. Her eyes once more settle on the truck, now trying to listen more intently with the noise from the engines and clanking gone. She moves closer to the wall of the warehouse, but doesn't aim to intercept the man.

Kenneth strides up with just a brief pause as he watches the supposed garbageman go about his business, only in reverse. He comes up in plain view, offering forth, "Yo dawg, 'sup? Workin' late?"

Emma doesn't press forward, just sorta lounges back against the wall of the warehouse and looks on with feigned indifference. She is, however, watching carefully and ready to move if anything gets started between the two.

Dillen watches the truck, ears trying so hard to hear something. He finally looks up, frustrated and looks along the street. His eyes catch something and his head sorta tilts to the side for a bit as he looks at what seems to be a cat walking down the street.

Jacinta keeps her ears open, an awareness of what happens by the back of the truck, while she moves closer to the passenger door. Quiet, calm, and cautious, she attempts to get a better look inside.

Jerking his head up at the voice, the garbage man turns around and faces Kenneth. He has greasy hair, tucked sloppily under a hat and his uniform looks dirty and in need of a washing. ".. Yeah." He says with a lift of his brow. "Got graveyard shift." He shifts the bag over his shoulder, then glances over to Jacinta warily. With a meaty hand, he jerks the back of the cab down with a metallic click, then heads for the warehouse, shuffling a hand into his pocket, coming out with a pair of keys. "Good night." He says, his voice soft, glancing over at the woman once more as she peers at his window.

Kenneth sends a glance back towards Jacinta, doing a smallish check of the other two Garou as well if he can see them, before turning back to the garbageman. "Hey," he interrupts again. "I think I tossed something in the dumpsters a few blocks back that I didn't mean to. Think you could let me check around for a moment inside? Won't take long."

Dillen shakes his head and comes back to the task at hand. His eyes focus on Kenneth now, staying back to disguise himself being there, but ready to jump if Kenneth needs help.

Emma just keeps her guard where she is at, listening to Kenneth as he proceeds.

Dillen shakes his head and comes back to the task at hand. His eyes focus on Kenneth now, staying back to disguise himself being there, but ready to jump if Kenneth needs help. The cat has wandered off to his own tasks.

Jacinta takes a step back from the truck door, turning as though she were going to continue on down the street. Her head is turned just enough to the side that she can keep an ear on what happens behind her without looking to be a threat.

"Sure." The man says over his shoulder as he slips his keys into the warehouse door, jiggling them about a bit, before unlocking the bolt. He opens up the door and slips his way inside, shuffling the bag a bit. Once more, the whistling can be heard in the air. Oh the doo dah day! The door slowly begins to close. Click.

Kenneth wets his lips, turning his head to a side and taking a breath before going to the back of the truck and jumping up to clasp the handle bar protruding from its side. He does a quick scrutiny of what's in the back compartment, other hand held up to his nose and mouth. The Shadow Lord investigates, eyes narrowing into the dark.

BromGM pages: Lots, an lots, an lots of garbage bags. It seems pretty in the norm. Smells like ass.

Emma looks across the way to Kenneth, grinning at him in a somewhat mischievous manner. She speaks softly to Dillen, "Heh, see. There's something that Gnawer woulda been good for eh?"

Dillen just gives Emma a bit of a look. He then decides to come out and help. He steps out from the shadows and reaches for the handle, coming up next to Kenneth to help him out. "Man. Now this stinks. Anybody there?" Dillen says into the compartment. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a zippo lighter, giving it a flick and holding it high, trying to add a little light.

Once the man is within the building, Jacinta turns back to the truck. She wastes no time in moving to the passenger door. She pulls at the handle, trying to open the door slowly so that whatever is within does not fall.

Kenneth grimaces at the comment of Emma's adding none to it. He drops off from the truck, not immediately seeing any kind of suspicious thing, and more so just wanting not to smell the Nasty that is the back of a garbage truck. "Ok," he says aloud but quietly to the others. "Riddle for you. What's a garbageman who's workin' the graveyard gonna do with a bag of trash he got from outta his truck, in an abandoned warehouse?" He looks towards the door the bigguy entered, pointedly.

The door that Jacinta tugs on doesn't budge a bit, obviously being locked. As the pair of Requiem pack mates root through the garbage, they don't hear anything from within the mountains of trash piled up on each other. It smells /horrible/.
Finding the door locked, Jacinta slides down and quickly rounds the front of the truck to open the driver's side door. She follows the same procedure, there, that she began on the other side.

Success. The driver's side was unlocked and the door is easily tugged open. Jacinta gets a blast of stinky, cigar smoke and a sight that would make oscar the grouch look like a neat freak.

Emma shrugs, "So we go in and ask if we can check that last bag. He opens it up and it's trash, we go home and you guys shower so you stop stinking like some shit factory. If not.. then we save the day and someone gets a brand new kitten." Her arms fold over her chest as she waits by the wall, very much in a 'lets kick ass or get the hell outta here' mood.

Dillen closes the lighter and shrugs. "Dunno. But I feel like finding out." His eyes move over the trash and he pulls out the best looking pizza box he finds, lofting it up in his hand. He hops down from the truck and heads for the door, motioning Kenneth to come around to get a look in if the man opens it. Then he knocks. "Domino's!" He announces.

Jacinta raises her head above the top of the truck. "TSSSK! TSSSSK!" Then she ducks back into the truck, braving the stench and the filth to unlock the passenger door.

The banging of the door goes unanswered, save send echos through the street loudly. The night continues to play on as usual, the sounds of the city off in the distance. The rain has finally let up and has gave the Garou some relief, leaving puddles about their feet and the stench of now wet, trash in the air.

Kenneth turns at the hissing from the Wendigo, eyes narrowing in her direction. "What?" he asks in a bit of a whisper.

Emma grunts and is about to confront Dillen when the Wendigo sounds her-... sound. She pauses and looks towards Kenneth, keeping an eye vaguely on the warehouse door as she does.

Dillen tosses the box to one side and looks at the door. His hand moves down to the knob of said door and he gives it a slow and gentle turn, seeing if it is unlocked. He does raise a brow and look to Jacinta for a moment to see what the noise is for.

Jacinta slides back out of the truck and waves the others close. Through gesture, she indicates that someone should open the passenger door. Her gaze at Dillen is not a pleased one.

Kenneth glances back to Dillen for a moment, and then heads over to the Wendigo's side. His hand reaches for the door of the cab, and he opens it up slowly.

Emma comes up behind Jacinta and yet leaves her enough room to react and move. She tries to get a peek in, glancing at the Wendigo for any hint of instruction as to what she wants the others to do.

Dillen turns back and looks at the door. His hands run over it and he makes a bit of a sound in thought. "One good kick and it's down." He looks to Kenneth. "What do you think?"

Jacinta moves back inside as soon as she sees that Kenneth is going to follow her direction. Once there, she grasps the bag, as gently yet firmly as she can, supporting it so that it won't fall as Kenneth opens the door. Through the window she spares a moment to glare at Dillen, and there is no question as to her thoughts for the Galliard, Yup'ik or English, they're not happy thoughts.

Kenneth blinks the moment he has the cab door open, staring at the object in front. "Christ," he utters under his breath, and lays his hands on the bag in the front seat. His hands reach over and he makes to rip the bag open a touch.

Emma whispers anxiously now as she cannot get enough of a look, "What is it?"

Jacinta sees Kenneth's hand come up, and snaps her own hand toward him. "No! Wait!" She juts her chin toward the open space behind Kenneth. "Take it out, first. Then open."

Dillen turns back to look at the two. He stays at the door for a bit longer, waiting to see what is in the bag.

There is a loud crash coming from within the warehouse. Sounds like something got knocked over. The faint sound of whistling can still be heard, drifting in and out. The smell of trash is sickening by now since the truck is still open in the back.

Kenneth retracts his hand quickly, jumping at the crash sounding from inside the warehouse. He keeps down an urge, looking at Jacinta with his lips drawing tight. Then he simply nods, and lifts the bag well as he can without actually tearing it, going to take it out of the cab of the truck.

Emma waits for someone to answer her question, but as she gets none, she backs up from the window and hovering around Jacinta's back.

Dillen ducks as the noise comes out from behind the door, ready to spring on something or someone that may come out. He listens at the door for a bit until the sound dies away and the whistling continues. It is only then that he grits his teeth and stays his place. His eyes looking at the bag and wanting to know it's contents before he kicks in the door. But one could tell that he is itching to kick it down.

Jacinta helps as best she can to maneuver the spasming bag safely out of the truck and onto the ground.

The plastic hefty bag continues to thrash and move about as its lifted out of the truck to the ground. There is a loud whimpering noise from within, muffled. It sounds like something is gagging inside.

Kenneth looks over at the others, then down to the bag as it is dropped beside the truck cab. "Alright," he sighs out now that it's out of the truck cab. "Who wants to do the honors then?" Emma comes around to see the bag, but doesn't exactly volunteer.

Dillen makes his way away from the door. "I will." He says quietly, looking to Jacinta. "It at least needs some air if nothing else." He says as he walks over.

Jacinta glares at Dillen, and rends the plastic, quickly but carefully. She crouches beside the bag, ready to react.

Out of the bag tumbles what appears to be a small child, a girl, maybe. There is blood spattered blonde pig tails, raggedy pants and a blood soaked shirt. She is writhing about with a gag firmly around what appears to be her mouth. Its hard to tell, when half her face has been peeled off to reveal brownish muscle beneath. One of her eyes is sealed shut, while the other is wild and darting about at the new faces. The smell of urine and feces is nose wrenching from within the plastic prison.

Kenneth takes a step back when the girl is released, now unable and unwilling to contain the snarl in his body. "Fuck," he spits out. "Fuckin' A," he growls out, sharply looking to Dillen in a communication between him and the Get. Emma recoils from the stench, but the gets over it, bending down with a grim face to examine the girl carefully.

Dillen grits his teeth at the sight and growls. He looks to his packmate and then to the door of the warehouse. "Fucking hell..." He says quietly and moves back to the door, finding the weak spot in the hinge, ready to kick it down. He pauses for a moment, turning his head to look at Jacinta. "If you don't want this, you better say somethin'." He says in a low rumble, foot ready to bust the door.

Jacinta checks visually to make sure that Emma has the child, then rises from her crouch to stare at Dillen. Both hands slash downward as she moves toward the door. "We will go in. But we will neither go in blind, nor unprepared." She looks to Kenneth, eyes sharp. "You're quiet. Can you scout at all? If there's a quieter way in, we want it. But not if it'll take all night." To Dillen she says, "If you advertise to the enemy that you are coming, as you have already done twice, you give him an advantage over you."

The girl's face looks like it was peeled off by something sharp and precise. Her eye has been sealed shut with dried blood, but its sunken in. She is breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling. With a muffled gasp around her gag, she passes out, falling face forward into the street, her body crumpling.

Kenneth rises, exchanging a short note to Emma who agrees to be the calvary, just in case. As the girl passes out, the Get ahroun scoops her up and moves her to a less prominent point, out of the street. Kenneth narrows his eyes at Jacinta's words to his packmate, but then nods to the Get galliard. "I'll do a check, but if I yell out or somethin', just bust the door and kick some ass."

Dillen visibly shudders. The breath in his nostrils is hard as his jaw sets and he looks to Jacinta. He growls out again, "And the longer we wait, the more he could be doing to some other kid in there." A finger points to the door. "Or we can find some other way." He nods to Kenneth. "I'm all over that. Let's do this." Dillen readies himself for a charge at the door.

Jacinta nods as Kenneth goes around the corner and moves into position.

Dillen looks between them all and nods his own head, his foot goes out and kicks the door, hard. Immediately, he surveys what he sees, readying for his first attack.

Kenneth sweeps around the building as quietly as possible, checking certain boards, freezing when he thinks there's someone on the other side of the thin wall. Then, Dillen can see him coming out from the other side of the front where he'd started and the Shadow Lord shakes his head. "Ain't no other way. Bust it." When Dillen finally kicks the door, the halfmoon starts in right after, almost like a SWAT team.

Jacinta moves in with the others, longknife in hand, quickly surveying the scene and looking for the key points.

BromGM pages: Soon as you step in, you alone see a flickering light off to the very far left.

The three garou are plunged into darkness as they slip their way into the battered warehouse. The sound of crunching glass can be heard and felt underneathe. There is no more whistling, only the sound of something shuffling, quite quickly in the distance from right to left. The sound of the wind outside can be heard whistling from the broken cracks from the boarded windows.

Kenneth sweeps in, and then makes a sound similar to what Jacinta had made from before. "Far left, 10 o' clock," he growls out and points, even though his hand can't be seen necessarily, in the direction of a flickering light.

The smell within is horrible as well. Blood, trash, urine. It is almost as if you were surrounded by the trash bag contents yourselves.

Dillen shifts to glabro in the dark, making his way along the wall and counting on his eyes to possibly guage the prey in the dark. He heads for 10 o'clock, sniffing for the man in all the other smells.

Jacinta keeps track of the locations of the other two as she also makes her way toward the source of the sound and light. She is almost silent as she passes, however, except for the sounds she cannot help from the detritus beneath her feet.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Each footsteps lets out a loud crinkle of glass underfoot. It seems that the entire floor beneath you has been covered. At times you hear something metal clink off your shoes. There is another shuffle, before the light which was pointed out is hushed as what appears to be a door far off is shut, quickly and firmly.

Kenneth hears the crunching of the glass underfoot as he steps, and then with a low growl of impatience, quickens his pace. "Fuck this," he utters lowly, making his way with his packmate towards the light before it's dimmed. The door is regarded, and then the Shadow Lord looks for his Get packmate. "Once more, the honors please." Kenneth steps to one side, letting the Get do what Get do best.

Dillen gives a nod to his packmate and steps up to the door. He raises his leg and gives it all he has, letting his leg carry through to kick right at the doorknob to hopefully open the door.

Jacinta surges forward, picking up her pace as she crosses the floor, ready for the door to be removed.

Soon as the door is busted open, it reveals a wide, large room that appears to have once been a storage locker for some kind of meats. There are hanging chained meat hooks from the ceiling, and another pair of bodies. One is older, an elderly male wearing tattered clothing, a bum no doubt, with all of his face peeled off and his eyes gouged away. All there is left is a thin layer of muscled meat hanging over his skull. The other body is younger, someone in their teens with much the same fate, except he is missing all its fingers, head, and the hook is plunged straight into its chest. Its hard to determine if this one is male or female. A garbage bag is sprawled out on the ground. The smell in here is possibly the worst ever any of you have experienced. You soon find out why as your eyes adjust for the walls are halfway painted, poorly, in blood, and there are words nick knacked across it in body parts, spelling out: HELLO. WOOD, and PURPLE.

A voice also calls out, familiar, belonging to the garbage man. "GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!!!!" He bellows, his body seen moving about behind the swinging meat hooks from the ceiling. Something is thrown at you, bouncing along the ground. Looks like an arm.

Kenneth slips in with a snarl on his face right after Dillen when the door is kicked open. His eyes fall upon the corpses, his nose assaulted with the rotting smell, it takes his strong gut for him to hold down a retch before he manages to fully take in the scope. "Holy fuckin'." Kenneth closes his eyes hard and clamps himself down, fighting off a rageful reaction before he yells out, "You fuckin' Sick Fuck!"

Dillen takes note of the room, the hooks and where the man is. He is gonna die, no doubt about that. He shifts up an into Crinos, looking about for anything to drag his claws over. The item bounces on the ground and Bloods-Bane growls, eyes fixing on the man for a moment before he begins to stalk forward. His nose twitches with the smell, trying to deal with it.

From afar, to the room, BromGM notes. "Its a good thirty feet from your door to the back wall.

Jacinta grunts out to Requiem, "Three Point. I'm Center." Even as she speaks she begins closing the distance on the man, straight as an arrow, tense as a watchspring. Her eyes narrow in concentration as the space grows smaller and her knife flashes before her.

Soon as Dillen bursts into Crinos, the man who is shouting stops and stares openly. ".. Now I understand." He says, almost a bit too calmly as he readies himself, eyes darting between the three, shuffling his weight, back to the wall. The chains are hard to manuever through as they sway like pendelums back and forth in the darkness. Slowly, it starts to get darker, as the door you pushed open starts to close, and the only candle that was lighting up the back gets kicked away by the man. Pff. Lights out. Clink. Clink. Clink, goes the chains.

Kenneth tries to contain his breathing, as the smell makes it even worse. Given Jacinta's strategy, he turns to the Get. "First one to the prize wins the race," he snorts out, and takes left, stalking down the rows quickly.

Dillen grunts at Kenneth and then looks to Jacinta. Now that Jacinta talks something that Dillen can relate to, he takes the other side from Kenneth and begins to cautiously, which is against his own wants, stalk the man.

Jacinta bends over slightly as she continues forward, her short stature to her advantage for once. A snarl crosses her face and a low growl can be heard from her throat, even in homid.

Emma, having secured the girl someplace safe, eventually follows the three Garou in. Her hand stops the door from shutting closed utterly, and the Get ahroun grits her teeth as the others stalk down the crazy cannibal.

Kenneth makes not a sound save for the occassional need to reach out and keep himself from running into a chain or carcass.

Dillen uses his senses to the best of his ability, slowly making his way towards the man. Cautious but ready for a fight.

There is only a small shaft of light now that crosses halfway through the room from the odd angle the door is being held. The chains continue to rustle a bit and Kenneth is met with the foe first as the nameless Garbage man decides to intercept him. "I said Get out!" He shouts out, leaping forward.

Roaring out equally loudly, Kenneth is nevertheless taken by surprise and whirls around to meet the man. Obviously he isn't put off by Crinos if he'd seen Dillen, and in an inhuman cry, the halfmoon is bursting up to his warform even as the big garbageman leaps at him.

Dillen heads right for the sound, coming to support his packmate. He'd do his best to protect the Lord.

Just before physical contact can be made, Jacinta's eyes narrow once more and she focuses her attention on the garbage man. Without slowing her own approach, she lashes out with Wendigo's own breath, a sharp, chill wind aimed squarely at him.

A cold wind picks up in the room, causing the stench to only heighten and bellow out. As the garbage man rushes forward, he gets hit with the icy blast and stumbles upon his feet, but surprisingly doesn't fall over. He seems to be rooted to the spot as he tries to push forward, only to be met by a lash of the Lord's claws as they slice into his shoulder. He roars out in pain as his uniform shreds, revealing welling red blood underneath.

BromGM pages: Whe you hit him, it felt like hitting a tree, dense, thick.

Dagger's-Edge pulls his claws away in a deep rend of the man's shoulder, a wordless feral snarl of pure Rage accompanying the whirling wind. ~Die Wyrmspawn!~ he curses, claws once again employed as he carves away at the man, seeking out his throat and his guts.

Bloods-Bane leaps at the man's back, wrapping his jaws around the man's head and digging his claws into his pack. This is his plan of attack at least. He leaps and pushes his claws out to hold him on the man, wanting to gouge out his flesh. His jaw, even weaker than should be, clamps around and squeezes, if able to at all.

Jacinta goes in low, between the claws of the taller crinos. Her longknife flashes out as she attempts to disembowel the garbage man. She makes no comment, no growl, no cursing or witty banter. All her experience goes into focus, as she spots her opening and makes her move.

Emma hears the roars and sounds of rending flesh, and the Get ahroun growls out. She pushes the door open further, shifting her weight against it, anxious to jump into to fray as well.

As the fight pressures on, Garbage man seems to have gained his footing again as he ducks forward and reaches out, grabbing onto Dagger's Edge's arm, dragging what appears to be two inch long nails across his arm. The strike to his chest barely misses his throat, but there is a loud 'crunch'. As Blood's - Bane comes up from behind, he is swift and furious as he gets an easy shot in from the back with the foe already tangled up with the Shadow Lord. He latches his jaws hard onto the man's head, causing him to scream out loud. The taste of something acrid fills the Get's maw, like rotted blood. The Wendigo's knife is sure as it strikes knee deep, severing the important ligement that held his leg together, causing him to crumple.

Dagger's-Edge grits his teeth to hold down the howl of pain he wants to let out, but it fuels the Shadow Lord's rage further. His arm feeling on fire, the halfmoon swats out with his uninjured arm, pushing the man away from him and towards the others.

Bloods-Bane turns to the side, retching up his dinner and then standing, giving his whole body a shake he lurches back at the man, drool and gore dripping from his mouth. He lunges and buries his claws in the man's body, ripping to the sides, wanting to pull him in two. Still fighting the retch in his throat.

Jacinta repeats her first, successful strike. Now that the man is down, she looks for another opening, another strike she can make towards ending his existence.

As Bloods-Bane grabs the man from behind and jerks him backwards, he is hauled off his feet with a scream, hitting the ground hard in a tumble. Jacinta's careful strike rushes in once more, plunging deep into the stomach and opening up a greater wound. Flailing about now, he looks to grasp onto anything, to pull him away as thick blood covers the floor from the struggle. He is gasping loud, like a fish out of water as he tries to curl into a ball, desperately clinging onto his last breath. "Fawfssk." He burps out, blood spilling over his chin.

Jacinta says "Hold him still, as you can!"

Dagger's-Edge looks like he's about to wind up another strike, until the Wendigo makes her order. Seems like Dillen has the man under control, though, so the halfmoon backs off and shifts down to Glabro, his clothing coming back into place except for being shirtless. He curls his lips back in a snarl, turning away from the grisly scene and heading back for the door to meet Emma waiting at the door. "We need to clean this up," he growls out to the Get ahroun.

Bloods-Bane jumps on the man, sinking his claws deep into his shoulders and using his body as weight against him, he looks to Jacinta. He growls under his breath. ~Burn it.~ His eyes looking down at the man. ~As he burns us.~

Jacinta moves in one more time, knife flashing towards the man's bare throat. "Fire will clean this, but someone will need to cleanse the spirit of the place, as well."

As the Wendigo's blade dances out, the man's throat is torn open neatly as blood spills onto his wounded chest, his body growing slump and no longer twitching. Upon closer inspection, one can see a number of sores and rashes covering his entire body.

Jacinta rises from the body, once it is still. She turns to the others even as she cleans her knife on her sweater. "Quyana." The word is clearly meant for all three of the others, though at the last her gaze settles on Dillen. "You and I will speak, when this is finished."

Bloods-Bane looks to Jacinta. ~Speak of what?~ He pulls away from the man, shifting into homid form. "This is Requiem's territory. I'm gonna do whatever I have to to make sure it is safe."

Kenneth looks over from discussing with Emma about the victim girl outside, before he turns back to the Wendigo. He doesn't seem to understand the ahroun's word.

Jacinta's eyes narrow as she regards the Galliard. "Ii. And well you should. But you need to temper your ... enthusiasm ... with thought."

Dillen gives a nod of his head. "And I take that as good advice. Thank you."

Kenneth grits his teeth, feeling the fire running up and down his arms and restraining himself from even touching his wounds with his fingers. Fists clenching at his sides, he looks to the carved carcasses. "We'll need a theurge. But the garbage truck outside is a sore. And there ain't no way we're sinking that into the river."

Jacinta doesn't seem entirely satisfied, but she doesn't press any further. She gives a curt nod and turns away.

Jacinta looks for the fallen candle. "We can use this to start the blaze. It was already here, and there is plenty of fodder, if we bank it correctly.