2/19/2006

03:55 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Half Moon phase (56% full).
It is currently 15:47 Pacific Time on Sun Feb 19 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 47 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.31 and falling, and the relative humidity is 22 percent. The dewpoint is 10 degrees Fahrenheit (-12 degrees Celsius.)

Safehouse: Basement
The basement runs about half the width of the house above, with a concrete block wall separating the two. Most of the the area is open and unfinished and sports the usual basement decor of cobwebs, exposed rafters, and cockroaches scuttling along the walls. The furnace and hot water heater stand in glory in the northeast corner along with the fuse box; the northwest corner has been set up as an open workshop with a pair of fluorescent lights bolted to the ceiling. In the southwest corner stands a vault: more concrete blocks enclose a room perhaps ten by ten and a sturdy steel door denies passage either into or out of the place.
Steps lead up from the southeast corner.
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Contents:
Laura
Power-Up
Obvious exits:
Upstairs  

Kevin is there when Laura arrives at the safehouse. "Thank you for coming," he tells her. "I hope KL didn't paint too scary a picture... I'm sure Kenneth is just fine, but Dillen thought it best that he be kept out of circulation until someone could make certain that the Wyrm hasn't dug its claws into him." He ushers the Black Fury into the normally-forbidden Glass Walker's living space and down to the cellar where the bunker's door, in the corner, is firmly locked. He clears his throat nervously and calls "Kenneth...?"

No answer comes from the Shadow Lord kept behind the locked steel door.

Laura follows Kevin silently, looking around very little as she goes. The Fury gives a quick shrug when Kevin asks her his question. "It wasn't so ominous. This is important business, and Dillen was correct in his estimation." She raises her eyes as they reach the bunker, studying the door between her and her 'patient'.

"He /must/ be in there," Kevin says dubiously. "That place could hold up against a nuke." He starts to unlock the door... and then he pauses, and giving Laura a look, shifts up to crinos before completing the manoeuvre.

Laura steps back, eyes narrowing at the slowly opening door. She swells to Glabro, moving to get a clearer view of what's beyond that hefty wall of steel. "What was it that happened? KL wasn't very clear," she asks, eyes flicking to and fro, watching the outside as well as the inside of the bunker.

The steel door grates open, and inside the Shadow Lord is in fact still there. Shifted to crinos, a balefully golden eye shrinks in pupil size with the new incoming light. Dagger's-Edge squats at the near corner, claws curling and uncurling. He's definitely awake. The ears of the black Lord are half-slicked back, and he looks quite torn up still with matted blood on his left side close to the ribcage, still sporting an open wound, and dried flecks clinging to the fur around his neck where he had been bitten deeply. His fur itself is puffed up in clear indication that he is not pleased. Yet, he remains silent.

~He thralled upon Bloods-Bane in a dominance challenge for pack alpha,~ Power-Up explains to Laura in what he evidently thinks is a whisper, but which in his crinos form is quite audible to both her and Kenneth. Then, speaking louder, he calls ~Dagger's-Edge! I have brought a crescent-moon to test you for taint so we can let you out.~

Laura's lip twitches, but she goes quiet again. She is now watching the Shadow Lord intently, studying his posture. One foot, then the other takes her forward, but she doesn't watch where she's stepping. The Lord has all of her attention. "Dagger's-Edge. I am Laura, of the Black Furies," she says, looking at the injuries, the crinos' eye. "Stay as you are."

~I'm Not Tainted,~ snarls the Philodox, tense and angrily. Lurching up to his feet, the Shadow Lord's other wounds become a bit more visible in the light. A stabbing into his shoulder here, a slight limp there. His nose lifts to test the scent of the two at the door, ears flicking forward and back again in restless, defensive, caged animal behavior. The moon's phase clearly rides him hard as a racehorse, and his control is thin at best.

~Of course you are not,~ Power-Up soothes his packmate. ~But you know how important it is to be sure.~ He stands well back from the other crinos, and keeps a watchful eye on the Black Fury. ~Soon all will be well, you will be healed, you will be free to leave.~

Laura studies the Shadow Lord, taking two steps closer. Her nose twitches, her eyes narrow. She's still a moment, then her tense shoulders relax. "He is untainted," she says, now studying the Lord's injuries and his surroundings. She licks her lips, then turns her face slightly towards Power-Up. "May I heal him, or is he learning from what he's done?" There's a touch of wry sarcasm in her tone.

Dagger's-Edge bares his teeth at both parties, loosing a low growl. ~Of Course I'm not,~ he snorts with indignation wrapped around and biting like barbed wire. ~Don't compare me with Thunder's-Forge.~ Though he spares a flickering glance at the open door, he doesn't move from his spot in the corner.

~Bloods-Bane said nothing about that,~ Power-in-the-Darkness responds. ~I would have healed him myself if I only knew how, but I do not. We have no knife-moon in the pack. If you would assist further, I am sure...~ And he shoots a meaningful look at the philodox. ~...sure he would appreciate it.~

"Hold your temper," Laura says, surprisingly calm for a woman stuck between two crinos. "Give me a chance to work." She holds out an open hand to Dagger's-Edge. She doesn't ask any questions, just walks onwards to the Philodox. That open hand is held out towards the nearest part of the Shadow Lord as the healer prepares her Gift.

Dagger's-Edge's muscles coil dangerously, but he doesn't move. As the Fury gets closer and closer, the philodox's eyes watch like a hawk for any funny business. The Fury has her choice of wounds to pick from. The ones around his neck, shoulder, ribcage, all are raw and angry as the halfmoon's temper. The question is just how close to his claws or fangs does she want to get.

Power-Up moves to stand right behind Laura as she walks forward, the Fury even in glabro form looking very small and puny compared to the Shadow Lord. ~Easy does it,~ he advises, though whether to one of them in particular or both, isn't clear.

Ribcage, is the answer. Laura's hand touches the Shadow Lord's chest, apparently trusting that the Glass Walker will catch any sudden snarling or rending on Dagger's-Edge's part. Her palm comes into contact with the Philodox's wound, and she channels her Gnosis into the wound. It immediately begins to knit.

Flinching as outside contact brushes into his fur, Dagger's-Edge /almost/ looks like he's about to tear Laura in two. That fleeting second, where indecision would be costly, passes. The wound, where Bloods-Bane had torn out a decent-sized chunk of meat and struck close enough to bone, slowly closes as muscle pushes and regenerates. The halfmoon's head twists to watch, lips lowering back over his teeth. When the healing finishes, new skin covering over still red soreness, he gives a snort that supposedly doubles as thanks.

~Say thank-you to the nice Fury,~ Power-Up murmurs to Dagger's-Edge. ~And now, we really should leave here and go back to the other side of the house... strictly speaking only my tribe is meant to be down here, though in emergencies any rule save those of the Litany may be bent.~

Laura wipes her hand off on her pants, nodding acknowledgement to the other Garou's meager thanks. "You're welcome," she says to both of the others. "I'll try to forget what I've seen," she adds to Power-Up, taking three quick steps away from the Shadow Lord.

Dagger's-Edge takes a step forward out of the corner, which pretty much negates a couple of the steps that the Fury took. His gaze looks back and forth between the two Garou, before he shifts down to a manageable Glabro. "You said you were Laura?" he grates out, throatclearing around his still healing neck wounds. "'m Kenneth. Philodox." The rest he doesn't fill in, given its prior revelation.

~Not my ruling,~ Power-Up says apologetically to Laura. ~Some of my tribe are overly secretive, but what can I do?~ A crinos shrugging his shoulders looks odd, but he does so. Then he seems to realise how odd the gesture must appear, and returns to homid once more.

Laura gives a shrug of her own. "The last safehouses I knew of your tribe," she says to Kevin, "were destroyed. I'm not surprised at the new precautions." She gives a slight bow to Kenneth. "Laura, as I said. Child-Holder, Theurge of the Black Furies. Freelance healer and Wyrm inspector, for the time being."

[look Laura (homid)]
Laura is compact and wiry, probably no more than five foot ten. Her skin tone is dark olive, and she's obviously spent a good deal of time in the sun. Her hair is short, cut raggedly at her jawline. Her eyes are hazel, dark brown-green if you want to be specific. There's a thin, light-colored scar that stands out against her dark skin, running from her left nostril to her left ear. Her lower jaw looks to be too full of teeth, and her brow looks furrowed. She's in her early twenties.
She's wearing a jean jacket over a black tank top and ratty black combat pants. The thigh pockets have something in them, though what it is isn't entirely obvious. When she moves, she favors her left leg, limping a little.

Whatever it is about Laura, Kenneth appears roughly cautious and partly interested in her. A glance goes to Kevin as he shifts, but soon he's back to the woman. "Ever heard of a woman... Amarante Sardelis? Real tall, almost six foot, kind of bitchy, Greek?"

Kevin looks rather disconcerted at Laura's casual mention of destroyed roachwolf safehouses. "Oh," he says, and then, "This would be some other sept, right, a long way away...?"

"Mm, no. Where would she have been? I might have known her by another name, since 'tall and bitchy' does describe a fair number of my tribemates." Laura looks Kenneth up and down as well. She's stopped her retreat from the Shadow Lord, for the time being. "No," she adds to Kevin. "It was here. But it was some time ago."

Kenneth doesn't look back at Laura when she looks at him, instead stepping around the theurge without a side glance. He's heading for the bunker door, most definitely wanting out of the cramped space. "She'd've been from North Carolina," he says in quiet reply. "Raleigh."

"Oh," Kevin says again with a frown. He eyes Laura as if he wants to ask her more, but Kenneth is speaking and he remains quiet as he leads the other two garou towards the stairs out of the cold and inhospitable basement.

Safehouse: Common Area(#2947RAJ)
The foyer of this house is set off from the living room with its octagonal bump-out by a four foot high halfwall. Stairs lead up from the foyer, turning and disappearing to the right, and a wooden door with a keycard lock claims the wall opposite the living room. The rest of the main floor is taken up by a small bathroom across the hallway from a dining room which is separated from the kitchen at the back of the house by another half-wall. The decor is decidedly sparse - white walls, beige carpeting in the living and dining rooms and down the hall, unremarkable vinyl in the foyer and kitchen.
A used couch and a pair of recliners are grouped around a coffee table in the living room, with a foursome of wooden chairs claiming the bump out for quieter conversation. The dining room boasts a white laminate table with four aluminum and vinyl-upholstered chairs - too new to be 'vintage', too old to be trendy. The appliances and cupboards in the kitchen are new - or at least refurbished to look like it - and a door leads out to the backyard from there.
Up the stairs are a number of empty rooms where anyone affiliated with the Sept can crash and an office for private meetings. The Glass Walkers have their own area accessible via a locked door off the foyer. The main doors themselves lead back out to the front porch of the house.
Obvious exits:
Porch  Guest Room  Office  Glass Walker Area  

Laura follows the others, taking homid as she walks. "Never been there," she says to Kenneth, when she next has the chance. "I'm from Quebec, originally. Then here, Quebec again, and now, I'm staying. It's a long story." She rolls out her neck.

Kenneth travels down to homid, though not without some reluctance, when they get to the top of the stairs from the basement. He has to take a moment to gather himself, but then when he walks on into the common area of the safehouse, it is without a sign of any real pain. "S'alright," he utters in distant reply. "If any of your tribemates know of her, maybe I'll find out more."

Kevin gives the other garou a slightly insecure beam. "Well," he says, "I guess you two both earned yourselves a rest and a drink at the very least. Tea, coffee... food... what can I get y'all?"

Laura gives a short nod. "I should get back, actually. But, if you need the help again, ask. I'm trying to be of service to everyone." With that, she heads for the door. "Have a good evening, gentlemen. I will ask my tribemates if they're familiar with the woman you asked after, Kenneth-yuf."

Kenneth nods to the Furies answer, even adding a short farewell as she departs. Glancing back to Kevin once they are left alone, there is an awkward silence to fill from his side. "No thanks," he answers finally. "I just need to take a piss and lie down."

Kevin gives Kenneth a look of sympathy. "Well," he invites him, "plenty of guest rooms upstairs, you just go do what you need, huh?" He backs up that invitation with as much of a sincere smile as he can muster. "I'll be knocking round, so yell if you need me, okay, packie? I'm... glad you're not tainted," he adds after a moment.

Kenneth turns his eyes towards the stairs, forcing his face to be still. "I don't eat people," he states aloud, looking back to the Walker ragabash after. "I can clean up the basement after, if need be.'

"I'll worry about that," Kevin promises. "You go rest up. OK to shift upstairs, if you stay away from windows."

Kenneth touches a hand to his side, where the recently healed wound lies. "Yeah," he says lowly, turning and starting for the stairs. "Whatever I said yesterday, or did... sorry." The sincerity might be lost in the gruff manner of delivery, or the way he says it with his back turned, but the words are plain and carry a sense of honesty inside. Kenneth doesn't turn back around to see any reaction, but instead starts up the stairs for one of the guest rooms.

Kevin watches Kenneth vanish up the stairs and stands looking after him for a moment, even when he's out of sight. Then he gives a long sigh. "Coffee," he mutters to himself, and goes to find some.

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