1/16/2006

11:55 AM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (87% full).
It is currently 11:47 Pacific Time on Mon Jan 16 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining. The temperature is 37 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.05 and steady, and the relative humidity is 96 percent. The dewpoint is 36 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius.)

Big Red Barn(#3420RA)
The barn is built in the old style, a vast three level structure that is greater in height than a mere three stories, actually closer to five. Great wooden posts support the weight of the upper levels and roof, sunk into the hard-packed dirt floor of the first level like a sparse forest of regularly spaced, naked trees. The stalls and flagstones which once were here have been torn out to leave a rather open area where even crinos Garou may roam freely without fear of running into anything but the supports or the walls or the ladder at the back which allows access to the other two levels.
The first two levels are relatively open to each other, the second being only little wider than a catwalk going around all the walls but the front one, which has massive, twenty foot tall doors set into it. The third level is a true second floor except for a place cut out that allowed hay to be tossed down to the ground floor when the farm was actually worked. Now, it is a hayloft where Garou can sleep outside of the house.
Contents:
Ground-Up
Obvious exits:
BarnYard  

Ground-Up is out in the barn, some meaty creature like a vole hanging half way out of his jaws. His tail lays curled around his body while his ears lay perked and listening towards the door.

Kenneth can be heard approaching. Footsteps, the barn door creaking open, the rain outside. Even his breath, steadily going in and out, can be heard by the sharp senses of lupine hearing. He pauses at the open doorway, silhouetted against the grey background, peering into the structure before stepping in. From the look of his clothing and hair, he's been outside in the rain for awhile. "Afternoon," he greets the wolf neutrally. The Shadow Lord's gaze evaluates him, trying to recognize distinctive features and place name to them.

Ground-Up gives a look up to Kenneth, and gives a harsh 'wuff'. Sort of a snort-wuff, as he bites the vole and chews on its bloody remains. Looking for a moment, he lays his ears back in a more submissive posture. Welcome Rhya.

Kenneth steps further in, closing the barn door behind him. "Who's cub are you?" he asks once he turns around, not surrendering his demeanor to anything friendlier.

Ground-Up gives a soft whine, sort of an apology, as he responds, One is Works-from-the-Ground-Up, or Ground-Up for short. He licks his tongue over his nose before going on. One is a Children of Gaia Ragabash Cub. His tail still stays tucked against his body as he looks towards Kenneth's feet.

"Works from the ground up, huh," Kenneth muses aloud, his path taking him off towards a haybale. Once he's closer, the Shadow Lord's underlying tension can be picked out. "Who's your teacher?"

Ground-Up ducks his head quickly as he tries to show agreement to the statement. One is taught by Walks-the-Middle-Road-Rhya, as well as by Ears-to-the-Ground-Rhya and Runs-the-Gauntlet-Rhya.

Kenneth turns with a brief show of interest at the list of names. "Stacey's your teacher?" It's said in a reaffirming way - the way he'd see an equal. A moment more passes before he concludes, "You're Andrew, aren't you? There's only one Child of Gaia cub I know by that name."

Ground-Up gives a soft 'wuff' in agreement, One is known by that as two-legger. Walks-the-Middle-Road-Rhya has been trying hard to teach one. He gives a soft 'crunch' as some left over bones in his mouth are, well, crunched.

Kenneth seats himself afterwards on the hay, leaving off the conversation to be filled in by the pitter patter of rainfall. The philodox leaves the cub to the rest of his meal, unbothered.

Ground-Up finishes up with the bones and gives a few sniffs to where he lay, just double checking that he didn't miss anything before he gives a look to Kenneth. One wonders what brought One-Rhya here?

Kenneth gazes back at the cub when he is addressed. "The rain," is his curt answer. It's followed quickly by a flat, "You don't remember who I am, do you?"

Ground-Up gives a soft whine of 'no', One learns so much, One has problems with matching names to faces and scents. He gives a look down again, as his ears lay flat back. One is sorry.

"Kenneth," the Shadow Lord re-introduces. "Also known as Dagger's-Edge, cliath philodox of the Shadow Lords, packed with Requiem under Fenris." He gives pause before adding an addition: "If you speak about me with Stacey, you might hear her refer to me as Far-Cry."

Ground-Up blinks, then nods. "One remembers now, One is sorry for forgetting Dagger's-Edge-Rhya. One had found a vole out in the fields, and brought it in here to be a bit more dry.

Kenneth uncoils to a slightly more relaxed sense. Another minute passes with a complete lack of interest in knowing what the cub had for lunch. However, that quickly changes as he sits back up. "You found a vole out in the fields, and hunted it down?" he queries slowly, quietly, eyes focused on the cub.

Ground-Up looks for a moment towards the question, then agrees. One had Gaia watching, as One was blessed with the vole. One thinks it was lame, as it did not notice until it was too late.

"And you got into the barn, how?" Kenneth asks after, patient and focused as ever. The stare he levels at Ground-Up, though, has very little sense of reassurance in it, if any.

Ground-Up looks down, his ears folding tight against his head. One made sure noone was watching, changed to homid in the field before making it into the barn and changing back. One made sure veil was kept.

Kenneth stands up abruptly, stepping towards the cub, his black eyed stare intense. "In the /field/," he growls heavily, giving the wolf a terrific view of just how much of a temper lies behind the veil of his face. "For a /vole/?"

Ground-Up gives a soft whine and cringes back. Yes Dagger's-Edge-Rhya. He awnsers quickly, his body kept low to the ground and looking up towards Kenneth, though careful not to stare.

Kenneth pursues slowly, but tanklike as he keeps the gap between him and the cub to a minimum. "And what, exactly, do you take the rules laid down by the elders for?" he asks, voice low and quiet as distant thunder.

Law? Ground-Up replies, he takes a few steps backwards, apparently not likeing Kenneth so close. One kept veil!

"What are the rules for shifting on farm grounds?" Kenneth demands with a snap, not giving the cub any comfort of personal space beyond a second or so as the wolf retreats, and he advances.

Ground-Up looks, One is not allowed to shift in the house...to protect house. One does not know of rule that one cannot shift in field?

Kenneth steps forward yet another pace. "Where, then, is one /allowed/ to shift forms?" he asks, stare still intense, evaluating.

Ground-Up whines softly, One is allowed to shift in barn? He still cringes, his eyes looking towards the ground.

"And did you shift in the barn?" Kenneth queries, arms crossing over his chest. Clearly, he is getting towards the obvious. His temper has been tempered to a manageable flame now, at least.

Ground-Up gives another soft whine, and says Yes. One shifted in the barn!...But, One also didn't shift in barn once. He says, still looking towards the ground.

Kenneth's expression contorts along its edges, though he does nothing to contain the obvious fire behind his gaze. "Then you obviously fucked that one up, didn't you?" he asks rhetorically. Unforgivingly.

Yes Rhya. Ground-Up says, One is sorry. One will not do it again. His tail for a moment gives a swish behind him before coming back against his side.

"Your teachers aren't here to give you a punishment," Kenneth points out clearly, with a glance to the door. He continues, "When you next see your teachers, you will tell them what you did. And you will tell them I have spoken with you about it. Then, you will take whatever punishment they give you for it, instead of makin' up excuse after excuse to try and cover your ass. Got it?"

Ground-Up gives another soft whine, his body still low to the ground, with only a simple response. Yes Rhya.

"Those who break the rules will face justice." Kenneth finally relents, turning back to return to the haybale. "Just because you're a ragabash, doesn't mean you get off easy."

Ground-Up dosn't give another comment as he slinks off towards the corner of the barn, trying to slowly make his way away from Kenneth.

Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining. The temperature is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.03 and steady, and the relative humidity is 93 percent. The dewpoint is 37 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius.)

Kenneth stands beside the haybale, head turned to listen to the rain still coming down. The Shadow Lord says no more to the cub as well, and finally decides to turn towards the barn door and make his way out. The only note of departure from him is the opening and closing of the barn door as the philodox leaves.