Logfile from GarouMU.
Currently the moon is in the waning New Moon phase (17% full).
It is currently 17:35 Pacific Time on Tue Aug 2 2005.

Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room
All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway, a J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front door hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room halfway up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen and dining room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor, and decorated with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on the wall to the right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under the print which serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the stairs serves as a place to hang coats or to toss shoes.
The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J, and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward, to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.
An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the base of the J lets out to the front porch.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Maggie
NOTE: Current Farmhouse Residents (Updated: Jul 18)
Obvious exits:
Kitchen/Dining Room  Front Door  STairs

[look Maggie]
Blond hair with a reddish tinge reaches down to a few inches under shoulder length. The hair seems hurriedly brushed, and largely unkept. Long bangs shelter blue-green eyes, which are always moving; her gaze scratching and snagging for a moment on whatever interest her in the vicinity. Usually some part of her body is moving, either her hands are absentmindedly fingering her clothes, or her feet are rocking slightly back and forth. She might seem nervous, if her eyes didn't brim with curiosity. Her clothing is loose and simple, the t-shirt she has on looks like it was gotten at a garage sale, and her blue jeans have a rip in them near the knee. Her voice is a high soprano with a bit of a laugh in it.

[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.

Back from the day's excitment in the city, Maggie is making herself pancakes. A sizzle can be heard from the kitchen, a long with the rustling of the cub looking threw to cupboards for syrup. In a moment she comes out, along with a plate of buttercup and syrupy goodness, and sits herself down on the couch, balancing the plate on her lap. Withdrawing the newest Harry Potter book from her canvas bag, she licks some syrup off her fingers and begins to flip threw the pages to chapter one. She seems to find nothing odd with the fact that she's just made herself a breakfast food at around 5 in the evening.

Footsteps come down the stairs, signifying another about to enter the living room. This one happens to have a towel over his head, which he rubs furiously to dry his hair. Twin golden rings hanging from a chain around his neck glitter richly, contrasting the rather poorly maintainenced clothes that adorn the Shadow Lord. Kenneth pulls the towel off his head, however, sniffing the air experimentally at the scent of pancakes. That draws his eyes down to the cub. He pauses there, simply gazing at her.

Two can play the starring game. At sensing Kenneth's eyes on her, Maggie simply turn her face up to meet his and and gives and exaggerated stare back. After a few moments it is broken with a smile and she turns back to take a bite out of her pancakes. "Want some?" she asks, motioning to her plate.

Kenneth continues standing there at the base of the stairs, gaze set upon the girl. At her invitation, he looks down to the golden brown breakfast foodstuff. "No thanks," replies the halfmoon after a too long moment's deliberation. After slinging the towel around his neck, he finds a spot to sit down, away from the cub. There seems to be no intent to interrupt her meal.

Maggie shrugs and turns back to her food and book. Several minutes down the line, however, her pancakes are gone and her brain has become frustrated with the lack of stimulation words on a blank page provides. Closing the book and unceremoniously chucking it to the other side of the couch, she turn to the Shadow Lord. "So..." she begins, "What are you? Cub? Cliath? Evil Wyrm creature?"

Kenneth himself seems perfectly content to sit where he is and meditate - with his eyes open. At the last of her categories, his eyes snap back to her. "Guess," he replies succinctly.

"Hey hey! I was just joking!" Maggie gently sets her syrup filled plate down on the floor and sprawls herself out on the couch, "It's hard to tell what people are here." she chirps, "Although you certainly could be one of those self-righteous know-it-all older cubs."

Kenneth snorts, and pulls the towel off his neck. "My name is Kenneth, Dagger's-Edge to the Garou." He wipes his face of the light beads of water dripping down. "Cliath philodox of the Shadow Lords," he finishes. After another second he adds, "Do you always introduce yourself with a question, or is this just a special occassion?"

Maggie laughs. It isn't a nervous of-I'm-so-sorry-I-must-have-offended-you laugh. Just a clear, short, bubbling call. "I'm Maggie, I'm a cub, I've been here about a month." she provides as an introduction. "So you're a Shadow Lord huh? They're the sneaky, kniving bastards aren't they? How's that going for you?"

"Extremely well," Kenneth deadpans with all sense of honesty behind the sarcasm. "Not since I killed my own tribe's elder have I had it so good."

Maggie's eyes take on a saucer shape as Kenneth speaks. "Ah heh heh heh, you're joking right? About killing your elder and stuff I mean." She looks a bit nervous now, and her eyes dart momentarily to the front door.

Kenneth turns his black eyed gaze back onto the cub, his 'joke' still on the table. "A philodox isn't supposed to lie," he answers her. The Shadow Lord looks calm enough as he says this.

"A philodox isn't supposed to kill his elders either." the new-moon responds dryly. "And if this were la la land were everyone did as they were told to, maybe I'd put more credence in your words." She shift her weight slightly on the couch as she speaks.

"It's /because/ I did as I was told, that I was forced into a position to kill that bastard," Kenneth suddenly snarls. He stands abruptly, whipping the towel around his neck again. His eyes pin on Maggie once more. "Don't think I didn't pay for it."

The door opens, and Stacey enters. The young girl is carrying a very large and slightly greasy wrench in one hand. She stops in the entrance of the living room, glancing at the two others within. "Hey," she says, tone a bit wary. "What's up?"

"Hey hey, I didn't mean to accuse you of nothing!" the cub puts out her hands don't-blame-me style. "Just a wondering." When Stacey enters she looks up, "Lot's of new people to meet tonight I guess. Who are you?"

Kenneth glances up as the door swings in, admitting Stacey in. A slight change washes over the philodox, his rage slipping back into its cage as he turns away from both girls. "Nothing," he replies roughly, concentrating on smoothing invisible hackles back over. Slowly, he coils back down onto his seat.

Stacey's posture seems to change almost right after Kenneth's does. She loses all wariness and grins. "I'm Stacey Kynds. And yourself? Ya family?" The girl looks over at the Lord. "And how ya been, Kenneth?" As she waits for their answers, she makes her way across the room to an empty seat, and then sits down, placing the wrench on her lap.

Maggie grins back, glad to find someone who can smile. "I'm Maggie; and unless something just changed I'm the newest Get cub." She stretches out her arms and legs against the couch, turning her attention to the new arrival. "So why are you carrying a big wrench around?"

Kenneth shrugs a shoulder, looking off towards the kitchen at the question. "Just fine," he replies quietly. The mention of Stacey's wrench draws his gaze back, but the philodox doesn't ask.

Stacey smiles at the cub. "Good to meet ya, then. Know all about auspices and such yet? I'm an Ahroun, Child of Gaia." She then picks up the wrench, looking at it. "This? I just got it earlier today as a belated birthday present from Kevin, a Glass Walker friend of mine. He... acquired it on his Rite of Passage and used it even to prevent breaking the veil."

"Kevin?" Kenneth echoes in question, looking from wrench to ahroun. He pauses another beat before asking, with the first hint of curiosity, "Going to dedicate it?"

Maggie nods, "Yeah four months, okay, I think I can handle that." she perks up, "You can dedicate weapons and stuff too? That's weird, the way people talk about it I thought you could only do clothes." she shrugs.

[Kenneth heads upstairs to finish cleaning up.]

Stacey still sits in the same chair, wrench lying across her lap. She is leaning back in the chair, as though resting, and her eyes are closed. Perhaps the only sign that she's not asleep is the rhythmic tapping of her fingers against the right arm of the chair.

Kenneth comes down the stairs once more, this time sans the towel that was covering his head from an earlier shower. The Shadow Lord looks to the Child on the couch, contemplating, before slipping off towards the kitchen to get a drink. The fridge door can be heard opening and closing, before Kenneth emerges out of the hallway with water bottle up to his lips. Not a word comes from him to disturb the ahroun.

Stacey stops tapping at about the same moment that Kenneth emerges with the drink, and she opens her eyes to look up at him. "Hey," the girl says. "Was hoping I'd get to speak with ya some more."

Kenneth swallows, and then nods his head once. He sits down, picking a spot closer to the ahroun. Silence fills in his side of the chatter until he looks over - at the wrench. "What did you want to talk about?"

Stacey follows Kenneth with her gaze as he sits and then shrugs. "Oh, I don't know, lots of things. Stuff that's happened, stuff that's gonna happen." She thinks a bit and then starts with: "Heard Kevin joined Requiem."

Kenneth nods again, eyes drifting to another spot plastered on the walls. "If it makes Brom happy," the philodox comments, pushing away part of his too-long hair from his eyes. "He might be a Glass Walker, but I heard he's got Get in him."

Stacey nods. "Yeah, we've spoken about that. He seems happy to be in Requiem. And I think he's hoping to prove to Brom that Glass Walkers are about more than video games." She smiles slightly. "He's a good kid. It's funny, most my friends are in that pack."

"Everyone is your friend," Kenneth notes with a sprinkle of teasing in his tone. Just one sprinkle. A blue one. "The pack is getting big," he continues. "And Snaekolfr... is getting arrogant." A beat. "More arrogant." The Shadow Lord leans back, exhaling slowly. "If Brom has his way, he'll probably introduce Dwight to the totem too."

Stacey smiles at the teasing. "True." Her brow furrows as she listens to the rest of Kenneth's words. "Yeah, you'd spoken about Dwight before... Are you still uneasy about the pack, then, even though it's growing? Or are things better now that it's larger?"

Kenneth hunches over, elbows on his legs and finger lacing together. As the silence starts to push itself back around him, the Shadow Lord answers, "Doesn't matter what I think, as long as things get done."

Stacey wrinkles her nose at that. "Strange answer. Matters to me. Probably to you, too." She shrugs then and looks off toward the kitchen. "I'm looking to pack soon. Got an offer from Jacinta-rhya to consider joining Ridgeline, and Touch Deer-rhya has been speaking with me about the Uktena pack idea."

"It's not strange." Kenneth looks over, dark eyes blinking once. "'The strength of the wolf is the pack.'" Then he looks off. "The reason for Requiem was to bring the fight to the Wyrm. To prove ourselves in the eyes of the sept." The Shadow Lord swallows down, eyes narrowing slightly. "Bigger it is, the more noticed it gets." Another blink, and the philodox looks back. "Did you pick one?"

Stacey thinks about his answer and then nods. "Yeah, I see what you mean, but I still think it matters some. Anyways, no, I haven't. I'm... torn. I've been talking with Touch Deer a lot about the Uktena pack, and I'm really excited about that and interested, but at the same time... Ridgeline needs people, and I get along with that pack, and I do respect Jacinta-rhya..."

"You'll be stuck on the Bawn again," Kenneth adds in, looking a little tenser than before. "And the Guardians would get help for their patrols if they asked." His eyes avert, the philodox thinking. "What does Touch Deer say about Uktena?"

Stacey shrugs and nods. "All very true. They are a bit picky about who they work with. Uktena? Well, actually, he had asked me about what I'd been thinking, and I told him about my idea, and ever since we've been talking. And he's spoken with a lot of people about the idea. Seeking lost knowledge and things. I'd love to be a part of it. And with Touch Deer in it... well, he knows more than I, he's been in an Uktena pack before. And he's Fostern. So, he'll probably be able to make the pack a reality."

Kenneth looks back, straying down to the wrench in lap. "You plan on Beta?" The question is followed with his gaze lifting, this time directly looking at the ahroun's face.

Stacey gives a slight smile and then shrugs. "I don't really know. All it'd take is someone like Kaz-rhya joining..." She shrugs. "I'm twelve and a cliath, fairly untried cliath. I mean, I've been in a couple battles, but comparatively... Most I got going for me are dreams and ideas and I guess being able to work with just about anyone. Touch Deer-rhya calls it 'our' pack and keeps asking my ideas and who I think would be good, but... can't help but feel that it's mostly out of my hands now that he's involved."

Kenneth leans forward again, eyes shifting downwards to the floor. "You started the idea. You should finish it. Or at least, get your piece of it. Don't let anyone stand in your way - not even a fostern."

Stacey listens, gaze lowered, and then nods. "You're right. I've been..." She laughs softly. "I guess I've been sulking a bit about it. Being childish."

Kenneth shakes his head slightly. "Just do what you think works best," he adds after. "Besides, you don't even know if you'd be able to get Uktena. Hell, Requiem was supposed to ask for Bear, and we ended up with Fenris." The Shadow Lord's hand slips back and rubs at his neck. "Just... do whatever works for you. If it matters that much to you."

Stacey chuckles. "I'm probably making too much of this. It's my first pack, not the end of the world. Not like things won't change at some point, huh?" She grins, and then the grin fades and she shifts nervously. "Hey, I just remembered, I, well... I did a lot of thinking while you were gone, and, well... I mean, I thought of a name for you. I mean, like you call me Peacemaker sometimes..."

Kenneth rolls a shoulder, massaging a knot away. "Yeah," he concurs with the 'end of the world' note. Then he blinks, the subject change catching him offguard. "Huh?" The philodox swings his gaze back upon the ahroun, sitting up more. It takes a second or two before the digression registers. "Oh... well." Kenneth tilts his head slightly, eyes on the ahroun. "Let's hear it."

Stacey shifts nervously again. "Well, it took me a long time, and I'm not the best at naming, and so if you don't like it, I can think of a different one or something... but, well..." Disclaimer over, she takes a deep breath. "Far-Cry." She pauses a moment before further explaining. "As in, not what people might expect or stereotype you to be..."

Kenneth narrows his gaze a touch, hearing the name, mulling it in his head. The Shadow Lord says nothing for a long time, expression frozen in that sort of careful consideration. Then, "S'not bad." The philodox looks back. "But, what do you mean, 'not what people might expect or stereotype' me to be...?"

Stacey doesn't smile just yet, still looking at him with a worried, searching expression. "Well... You're a philodox, but you fight well. You run under Fenris, but you consider things deeply. You're a Shadow Lord, and most people don't trust them." There she adds a small smile.

"Then..." Kenneth slowly puts together, "in other words, you're sayin' I'm a far cry from what I ought to be." The words get twisted, though the halfmoon's expression doesn't contort into anything angry.

Stacey has to think about that one, the worried expression deepening, and then she shakes her head. "No, because you're a decent philodox, too, and you do fight what challenges come up, and you're Shadow Lord-like." She sighs and then slumps back into the chair. "You're too darn complex, that's what you are. Maybe I should keep thinking."

Here Kenneth actually looses a chuckle and the slightest of smiles, however sardonic it might appear. "Nah. It's good," he says, pushing back his hair again. "Works out just right." He tilts his chin, eyeing out of the corner of his eye. "Don't think too hard. You'll trip yourself doubling back."

Stacey gives a small, somewhat uncertain smile. "I'll try not to, but it's not easy." She then picks up the wrench from her lap. "If... If I did have this dedicated, think it would actually have a use on the other side?"

Kenneth looks down to the wrench. "It.. if the wrench is successfully dedicated, it becomes a part of you. I don't think you'd dedicate something that's useless." His hand starts to reach for the tool, but stops and lowers back to his side. "Never know when it'd come in handy."

Stacey nods. "It'd probably come in handy at some point, yeah. If all else fails, I could throw it in an enemies face to distract them." She chuckles and then shrugs. "Reminds me, gotta go see Jervis about sword stuff. Hey, Kenneth?"

Kenneth smirks at the thought of tossing the huge wrench into the face of an enemy. He then glances directly to the full moon at his name. "Yeah?"

Stacey tilts her head. "Are Stargazers really ninjas?"

Kenneth blinks a couple of times, smirk wiped off and replaced with a look that tells of his immediate reaction to the question. "You're kidding me, right?"

Stacey looks uncertain as to how to take his reaction and just presses on. "Well, because I was gonna show Touch Deer the katas that Auggie had taught me that Jacinta taught him, and Brom was in the barn, and he said that katas were for people who wanted to be ninja Stargazers."

Kenneth listens intently, though mentioning Brom and ninja Stargazers in the same sentence causes the Shadow Lord to mutter inaudibly and shake his head. "The only Stargazer that's a ninja... is a Stargazer who is ninja." The philodox snorts, standing up slowly and stretching out a moment before looking to the door. "Martial arts may have started out as ways of fighting, but there's more to it than just that. A lot more." The halfmoon then looks back down. "You sticking around?"

Stacey seems to accept that answer and looks from Kenneth to the door. "Well..." She stifles a yawn. "I'll probably spend the night here and head back into the city tomorrow."

Kenneth nods once, looks around the living room and then starts for the door. "I'll... be out in pack territory." The halfmoon pauses, hand on the doorknob. "Found an old house no one's using on it. Where're you at.. in the city?"

Stacey nods and then pauses, frowning. "At? As in staying? No where, I guess. I kinda just wander. Few different places I guess I could stay, but I haven't arranged anything. All depends where I end up, I guess."

Kenneth considers this a moment, before he opens the door into the night air. "Then, I'll see you around," he concludes. "Good night, Peacemaker." The nickname is said with a low tone, but Kenneth gives a minute smile to accompany it.

Stacey smiles as well. "Yeah, I'll see ya. Take care, Far-Cry." There's still a bit of hesitancy as she says the name, still trying to judge his reaction. "And good night."

Kenneth's brows arch with the name, but the halfmoon doesn't seem to disapprove of the use. His nod of departure follows him out, the door clicking shut behind him and his footsteps receding down the porch and gravel lane.