The New Groundskeeper
11/2/2006
05:15 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (78% full).
It is currently 16:59 Pacific Time on Thu Nov 2 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining. The temperature is 49 degrees Fahrenheit (9 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.67 and rising, and the relative humidity is 93 percent. The dewpoint is 47 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius.)
The Sept Compound(#2075RAM)
Sweeping branches of trees form a sort of natural roof overshadowing most of this clearing, no more than an open space of grasses and beaten earth in the heart of the forest. Some pains have been taken to keep wear and tear on the area to a minimum, so the firepit tends to shift from time to time. The firepit, several sawn logs polished from use, and a stack of firewood discreetly piled up at the base of an old spruce under a tarp, are the only signs of constant occupation.
A faint trail leads off to the east, and a bit north.
Contents:
Reggie
Stacey
Obvious exits:
Forest
The late fall finds the woods shrouded in fog. Bare branches constantly drip water in the rainforest climate. Reggie's wrapped up against the chilly wet in a black trenchcoat, belt hanging loose, as he hunts through the forest in search for a particular one of its guardians, and he heads for a popular location--the Sept compound.
Luckily for Reggie, one of the guardians, quite possibly the one he seeks, is at the Sept Compound. The Child of Gaia stands in Crinos near the center of the compound, arms crossed as she speaks with the other werewolf next to her, none other than Far-Cry, her tone casual, despite the growling sounds of the Mother's Tongue. ~She still has more to learn before I believe she will be ready, more so for Fears-Pain. I am considering waiting another month.~
With raindrops dripping off his black fur, Far-Cry seems to have been outside for awhile as well, bearing through the rain and chill weather. Luckily, that coarse crinos fur is enough of a shield against the liquid element. He listens more than he speaks, and one gathers the moon's waxing stages play through him in the form of an occassional twitch. Despite this, he seems calm. ~What could you hope to teach them in another month, what they haven't learned this entire time? Put them through their rites. Both of them. If they haven't learned now, they can learn on the way. Or... not.~ The halfmoon's eyes are kept a touch below the Guardian's, done so through subconscious recognition of her position.
The step of Reggie is heavy, crunching through layers of leaves that're still noisy despite being soaked with water, announcing his arrival at the Sept Compound well in advance. He pushes his way through branches, and stands on the edge of the compound, pushing his hand over his head, squeezing water and grease from his hair, as he studies the two Garou in the compound. "Evening", he announces, when there's a break in their conversation.
Walks-Middle tenses slightly at the other Garou's words, her eyes narrowing as she considers them. ~I'll think on it. I am just hesitant to los-~ She breaks off as she notices Reggie's approach and turns further toward him, dipping her muzzle in a nod of greeting. ~Rags-Torn-to-Rags. All is well?~
Far-Cry doesn't anticipate the rest of the Child's comment. He turns his ears first, then his eyes to the figure in the fog. A silent acknowledgement is given just from that brief look and long sniff of the air.
The ragged Uktena nods slowly to the Gaian, "All is well--", he looks warily from her to the Lord. "The war form, at this large a moon. Is a battle coming? I was looking for you", he turns back to the Gaian, "I have some business with you, but defending Gaia comes before any other business."
Walks-Middle glances to Far-Cry at Reggie's question, a hint of amusement in her expression, then she shifts down into her birthform, seeking to put the Uktena more at easy. "No, no battle." Although she doesn't go into the reason either. "Is this regarding the challenge or other business?"
~The battle is already here,~ Far-Cry rumbles with a touch of his clawed hand to his chest. The black talons lightly brush against the Battlescar there, tracing up to the side of his head. ~And here.~ Tap. There is no shifting by the halfmoon; he remains in the warform. And he says no more for now, looking back between the other pair.
Reggie looks marginally less tense as Stacey shifts down, then shifts his wary gaze to the Lord. "Ah--if you're holding the battle here--I'll wait, and watch, until you're done." He folds his arms, and continues watching Kenneth, with an eyebrow raised slightly.
Stacey gives a faint smirk of amusement, yet at the same time there's a seriousness to her expression that acknowledges some truth in Kenneth's odd statement, then she motions toward the Uktena. "There's no battle being held. No need to wait."
Far-Cry eyes the Uktena with a quizzical expression, and then looks to Stacey for another moment. ~If you want your cubs to be trained harder in preparation for their Rites, I can offer my help. But that can be talked about later. It seems,~ he pauses with a returned gaze to the Uktena, ~your attention is requested elsewhere.~ The Shadow Lord takes half a step back and his lips twitch back to a more... amiable curl.
The Uktena keeps up his wary study of the Lord, until the step back. He similarly steps back, then ceases his study. "Have you a moment?", he inquires of Stacey.
Stacey lets out a faint sigh, annoyance crossing her features for a moment before she shrugs it off, then takes a step toward Reggie. "I have many moments," she says, placing her hands on her hips. "At least until my night patrol."
Far-Cry remains off to the side, nought but a silent witness. He doesn't exactly meet Reggie's wary eyes for any long period either, preferring a placid gaze between the pair. His ears twist, however, indicating that he is listening.
Reggie twitches as he notices Far-Cry isn't leaving the scene, then he addresses Stacey. "I'll take one of these moments, then, and I can say I had my moment." His hands dive deep into the pockets of his trenchcoat. "I've found a pure spirit, one from another realm, an uncorrupted spirit, and moved it on the bawn."
Stacey lifts her brows at Reggie's revelation, glancing once toward Kenneth before she gives the Uktena her full attention. "Did you?" she asks with a smile. "That is good to hear. I'm interested in knowing more of how you found the spirit and got it to move."
Far-Cry tilts his head slightly, still listening, and with no small amount of interest rising within his expression. The philodox, though, doesn't interrupt.
Reggie shifts a step or two, in a direction away from the Lord, and focuses on Stacey. "That's not part of the terms", he hesitates, "but it is the Galliard moon, so--I found a Theurge to help talk to the spirits. Laura Child-Holder and Mother-to-be went with me as I searched out into the mountains, where I could find as pure elements as I could--the air, the water, ground that has never been the site for a tire dump--", he inhales, sniffing in a good amount of soggy air, "Talked to spirits who pointed us along the way, and informed us that there was a particular stone in a place of very many stones, underneath a waterfall. Of course, it wasn't any stone easily reachable, or reachable at all, from the shore, so I went into the waters--cold as ice, fresh from the never melting snows", he tacks on adjectives like they're going out of fashion, "Looked at this stone, that stone, then! Found an unique stone. But it was just a stone."
Stacey narrows her eyes slightly at Reggie's first words, herself feeling the tug of the larger moon, then gives a smile. "Thus why I said 'interested'." And she does seem interested as he speaks, the child leaning forward slightly, giving him her attention as he tells his tale.
Far-Cry doesn't move from his spot, nor does he seem to mind that extra shift away by the Uktena. One could say he looks a little amused by it too, from the way his ears splay and flick back forward towards the ahrouns.
"Just a stone", Reggie repeats, and his shoulders slump, and he half-turns away from Stacey. "Just a stone. But--", and he turns back to Stacey, shoulders straighter. "Laura knew better. She sang to the stone and woke it up, and we talked to it. It spoke of being lost, of having fallen a long way, from the Aetherial Realm, and it knew nothing of corruption. I told it of the bawn, that the warriors of Gaia fight without cease to keep this place uncorrupted, and made it promises until it agreed to come here."
Stacey seems impressed by the Uktena's story and nods. "Laura was a good choice as far as who to bring along. From another realm - is rather impressive. I'm curious as to which promises were made to the spirit." Again, more a simple statement than a question, but there is a vague prompting behind it.
Far-Cry himself looks curious, albeit he doesn't voice it. The philodox looks off briefly towards the caern's direction, but turns back soon enough.
"Promises I will keep", Reggie states simply. "It is a lost spirit, it did not know where it was, and it wants to return where it came from. It said it would stay here a while, if I help it eventually return to its realm."
Stacey considers that promises for a moment, her head tilting to one side as she mulls it over in her head. "That is acceptable. You've completed the terms that I gave you, and I'm more than satisfied with how you went about them." The Gaian can't help but grin as she adds, "Tomorrow, at the moot, I will announce that you have passed the challenge and starting then you will be the new Groundskeeper."
Far-Cry straightens a little at the verdict, giving the Uktena a longer look than usual. It's an evaluating gaze, but eventually the Shadow Lord dips his muzzle in his own acceptance. ~Congratulations,~ the philodox rumbles. He half-turns, casting a glance towards the Child as well.
The Uktena's scarred face creases into a frown as he waits for Stacey to consider, and continues frowning after her answer for several moments, as though he hadn't heard it, then he finally ceases the frown and nods, tentatively at first, then a second time, more firmly. "It's agreed?" The Lord earns a suspicious look from him, then Reggie decides a single word can't have too much bite in it, and he nods tentatively at Far-Cry.
Stacey lifts her brows as she watches the Uktena process that information, amused by his reaction, then just grins as she reaches out a hand. "Haven't I said it? And witnessed by a Philodox, no less." Granted, it's a Shadow Lord... "Congratulations. Do good for the Sept in this role."
~With all the ahrouns guarding and warding this sept,~ Far-Cry comments with a thoughtful tone, ~here's hoping there is little else lacking in its protection.~ The philodox, as pointed out to be one, tries to appear as non-suspicious about this opinion of his as possible.
Reggie begins to get comfortable with the idea that someone actually agreed he succeeded in something, and he begins a grin at Stacey, which disappears at Far-Cry's words, and he glances askance at Far-Cry, before addressing Stacey. "I'll speak to the Warder."
Stacey nods to Reggie, smiling. "Do so, and if you have any questions or need any help with transitioning into the role, let me know. As always, I'm to be found on the bawn." There's a brief grin at this, then she turns to look over at Far-Cry, a brow arching in amusement. "Yes, there seems to be a lack of the middle moons guarding and tending to the Caern. Let us hope they are equally prepared."
Far-Cry 'grins' back at the Child of Gaia, a toothy, somehow sardonic smile pushing itself past his normally just under neutral expression. The halfmoon dips his head to both fullmoons, adding, ~Guarding the caern and tending it often extends to places beyond the boundaries of the bawn... but, I will be certain to heed such wisdom, and return often to see it done as well.~ Lingering for a slight second longer, the philodox eventually drops his forms to that of the lupus, and with a short shake of his rain dampened fur, turns to trot off into the forest.
"He'll return...", Reggie looks daunted by Far-Cry's words, then shakes his head, and repeats to Stacey, "I'll speak to the Warder", and he starts off inot the forest.
Stacey watches Kenneth as he leaves, her expression thoughtful, much more so than usual. She offers a nod to Reggie, a bit distracted, and then she also moves to leave the Compound.