Resolving With Jason

1/7/2009

07:01 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (77% full).
It is currently 18:59 Pacific Time on Wed Jan 7 2009.
Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 34 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.82 and rising, and the relative humidity is 82 percent. The dewpoint is 29 degrees Fahrenheit (-1 degrees Celsius.)

Edgewood House: Meadow(#1390RJh)
A long, hard-packed dirt road winds through the forest off Sunrise Road, eventually coming to a stop in front of a large house, which may be the very definition of ramshackle. The house is not visible from the road. Its foundation and general structure are solid, but its once crisp grey-and-white paint needs updating, and some of the trim is having trouble staying attached. A fixer upper, one might say. Off to the left, there's a former garage, long since converted into something of an in-law apartment. A connecting flyover attaches it to the second floor of the house.
There are no fences surrounding either the front or back yards. In the rear of the property, the yard eventually comes up against a well built garden, with the very beginnings of sprouts. Shaded by surrounding trees, there is a small (but deep) natural pond, with a chuckling brook leading out of it, into the woods. There's a rope swing hanging from one of the trees. The yard to the southeast of the property stretches on for a time, and then is eaten by woods, into which there may or may not be a path; it apparently fades away quickly. There's a certain looming feel to these woods.
Contents:
Jason
Obvious exits:
Narrow Path  Sunrise Road  Front Door  Barn/Garage

[look Jason (homid)]
Jason Bard is a tall, lanky boy in his late teens. He's dressed for the evening, his torso sporting a black tank top and black leather jacket over his trim, atheletic frame. If he were to take the jacket off, anyone might see what looks like a nasty scar on his left shoulder, though it's kind of hard to see exactly what it is. He's wearing a pair of loose black jeans that are cut tight around his hips to show off even more of his figure. Metal-studded leather wrist cuffs and chains on his pants complete the ensemble. The one thing that can't be changed about the boy, however, is above the collar. He wears a sparkling white smile under ocean blue eyes and eye-length bleached blonde hair. He stands upright and moves with a certain kind of supernatural grace, as if he could walk across a tightrope with the same ease as he walks down the street.

[look Kenneth (homid)]
Kenneth is what most formally call a young man, tall, lean and attractively featured. At 5'11", his build is highly athletic with clean lines and good proportions. His dark hair is short and ragged in its spiky nature, edges looking wild. Its exposing nature accentuates his face's features and shape, making his normal expression feel that much more forward and intense. At first impression, he may seem Asian by heritage, but at a more direct glance there are a few traits that point out biracial qualities, hinting a mix of bloodlines both Western and Eastern. What stands out underneath the mild slants of his eyebrows are deep, dark eyes that 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. The feeling around him is of one who is not necessarily approachable right off. There is a bearing of wildness to him like an animal's alertness, a predatorial awareness that enshrouds the atmosphere around him.
His clothing is of high quality, adding a small sense of refinement. Kenneth has on a black long-sleeved shirt, layered over with a collared black cotton polo. A long winter trenchcoat that comes down to mid-thigh in length, also black, is left open. He wears durable blue jeans with large pockets and heavy-duty boots designed to take some wear and tear. Around his neck, a long thin ball-chain loops around with a unique and expensive looking pair of twin gold rings, both bearing a small glittering emerald setting and inscriptions on the inside of the bands.

Kenneth comes up the dirt road winding up towards the Edgewood meadow, coat wrapped about him to create a singular dark figure walking beneath the moonlight. Without any fence to delineate where the public road ends and Edgewood property begins, he passes the invisible perimeter by like a cloud in the sky. Darkly, the philodox scans the surroundings as he goes, destination first towards the house.

Jason is in the front yard, and is focused enough that he doesn't notice the Shadow Lord approaching. He's dressed as per normal, except his has his shirt off and tucked into the waistband of his pants. A long staff whirls about in his hands as he does kata, breathing with his steps and striking at imaginary foes with whispered "Hah!"s and "Shya!"s.

Kenneth turns to narrow his focus upon the practicing Fianna. The Shadow Lord breaks off from the path to the front door, traveling with a soft rustle of the meadow grasses announcing his quiet pass. The philodox does not yet interrupt, but watches the staff kata with a discerning eye.

Jason's movements aren't strong or forceful, but moreso he seems to be doing a flowing, circle martial art, using his staff like an extension of his arms rather than a weapon to trip foes, parry blows and lock limbs. Eventually, he turns and sees Kenneth coming up. A look of fear flashes over the Fianna's face and he straightens up quickly, plucking his shirt out of his waistband to wipe over his forehead. "Evening, Kenneth-rhya!" he calls out, "Haven't seen you around in a while..."

Kenneth draws up just beyond the range of the staff. "Evening," he replies to the ragabash, voice steady and volume low. "If you aren't busy," adds the philodox, "I'd like a word with you, Jason."

Jason's careful smile falls away into an expression of "Uh oh". "Not...really, no." The ragabash leans on his staff, giving the Shadow Lord a once over and being careful not to make eye contact. "What's up?"

Kenneth winds up stepping a couple of paces closer. His eyes narrow. "You've met my Kin before," he states clearly so there are no mistakes of meaning, "Danae Johnson. Yes?"

[OOC] Kenneth is going to be using Truth of Gaia too.

Jason's eyes widen a little further, though he just nods. "Yeah?"

[OOC] Jason: Truth.

Kenneth examines the Fianna's reaction with much interest. "Do you carry some grudge against her?" he asks after a long, perhaps awkward pause. His eyes don't leave the newmoon.

Jason looks up at Kenneth's face now, carefully examining the elder's reaction before answering. "...a little," he says, right on the edge of audibility.

[OOC] Jason: Truth.

"Tell me why," Kenneth demands on his end, "she'd have reason to come to the tribe elder of the Shadow Lords and go so far as to express a reason to /fear/ you. As far as taking any possible threatening actions towards her."

Jason brings a hand up and smacks it against his forehead. "Oh good Gaia..." he groans, "That? She takes things way too personally...ummm..." He straightens up a little then, keeping his head bowed and arranging his thoughts. "You know she's always had trouble with talking to Garou without them going apeshit on her, right?"

[OOC] Jason: No lies there.

Kenneth doesn't answer that, but his silence seems to invite a continuance of the Fianna's words. The latter part of his statement gets a shift of a wryness to the philodox's expression visible in the moonlight.

Jason takes a deep breath, still keeping his eyes down. "Well, last time I met her...I think it was the full moon. Or close, I dunno, I just felt twitchy. And she was being...pardon the terms, a righteous stuck up bitch as usual, and I just lost it." He winces a little there, though presses on, voice subdued, "I told her, straight up, that if she didn't fix up her attitude, she'd end up dying sooner than later on the end of some Garou's claws. I know it came out harsh and shit...but I guess I was hoping that, since you guys telling her that wasn't working, maybe she needed to hear it from someone else."

[OOC] Jason: Truth.

"That is a matter of viewpoints," Kenneth remarks neutrally, "but what matters the most to me is this. Did you try to force yourself on her? My impression from her story is that she practically had to fight you off." The words come out flatly, annoyance clear.

Jason does meet Kenneth's gaze now, and his look has one of horror. "Wha--NO! She said...she said WHAT?? Wait...WHAT??" It takes a moment for the ragabash to get his head around that, all submission in his posture gone. "I didn't even touch her!" His hand goes to his head and he looks off in the direction of the road, as if he expects Danae to be standing there, staring accusingly. "Hell, the most I did was jab my finger in her face. Why the hell would she say that?"

[OOC] Jason: Truth.

Kenneth's lips peel back as something about the Fianna's words, or his change in manner, shift his own. "You did more than just touch her the first time you met, without even knowing each other, I hear," he growls adamantly with a dangerous glint to his eye.

Jason looks back at Kenneth at that with a blink, and he smiles sheepishly. "Oh, that? Heh, right. If you'd seen the signals she was putting off, you wouldn't blame me in the least. BUT!" He raises a finger to the sky, making a point, "As soon as she said she wasn't down for anything casual, I backed right the fuck off her. And before that, the worst I did was kiss her. Swear to Gaia, on my dad's honor."

[OOC] Jason: Truth.

Kenneth curls and uncurls his fingers by his side and stares for a long, long time at Jason. Not a word utters from the halfmoon as he regards the ragabash. Then, like something clicks in his mind, he finally relents from that long stare and turns his focus away from the newmoon. "How has your contact with her been after that?" he asks, tone less interrogative. This once, it sounds more... curious, than anything.

[You paged Jason with 'Truth of Gaia is gone now.'.]

Devlin comes running up and spots Jason and WOOTS to him as he jogs up, "I thought we were supposed to have combat training toni..." He's noticed Kenneth now and grows quiet, "Sorry." he syas quietly and respectfully to the other unknown Garou.

Jason drops his gaze and hunches up a little as the Shadow Lord stares at him, watching his hands. When the elder speaks again, this time less accusatory, Jason looks a little surprised. When Devlin comes running up, a smile twitches at the cliath's mouth, though he waves his cub away before turning his attention back to Kenneth. "Not the best, but not bad either. I think I've been pretty respectful to her, save for that last time we talked. She irks me to no end, so I can't say we've really been pals or anything."

[look Devlin (homid)]
Tall & lanky, that's the best way to describe Devlin. He's not quite at the 6 foot mark, but getting to it. His head is topped with an unruly mop of ginger red hair. His hair is long, often obscuring his face, covering his emerald green eyes. Battalions of freckles war across his thin face, his nose a dividing line in the action. He has a classic Irish look about him.
He's gangly, but there's some muscle on him. Not a lot, but enough to show an athletic devotion. Not muscle bound, but taken care of. His fingers are long and thin.

Kenneth turns his head at the whoop, pinning the incoming cub with an evaluating look, one young man to another. Eventually his attention returns to Jason, and the Shadow Lord pinches his brows together. "She's created some kind of safehouse that she is claiming will be off limits to Garou except in case of emergency," comes his next words again in a mostly flat manner. "You in particular, were singled out as a possible threat given the history between you two. So I ask, Jason, are we going to have a problem, you and I?"

Devlin slides his hand sin his pockets and waits patiently, never making eye contact with the Garou interrogating his teacher. Although Jason gets a look of 'wtf?'.

Jason's brows pull together and he snorts. "Jesus...just because we don't get along, she thinks I'm such fucking creepy kin stalker?" He sighs and shakes his head. "No. No problem there. Though...can I say something about Danae, Kenneth-rhya? Some advice even."

Kenneth briefly sucks on a pointy looking tooth. His silence makes no protest to Jason continuing with the advice. The philodox's expression, though, seems rather testy. Could just be the moon.

Devlin shifts between his feet, antsy but quiet. He does look up a bit to take in what Kenneth looks like, sizing him up.

Jason takes a slow breath, dropping his eyes and assuming a submissive pose again. "I don't trust her, I'm sure that's obvious. That's cause I know her type. You see them all the time, when you hang around the Slaughterhouse. She has a personal agenda, and that's the only actual important thing in her life. She'll lie, cheat, and cry her eyes out at the drop of a hat if it helps her. I think she hates me because she knows I see through her, and she's trying to ruin my reputation." He shrugs one shoulder, shifting to his other foot and taking his weight off his staff. "I don't give a damn what she thinks of me. Just...don't take what she says at face value, okay? About anything. Bad shit will happen if you do, and I really don't wanna see that go down again." He glances up at the elder.

Kenneth shifts his gaze towards Devlin as he gets sized up, the dark eyed expression settling upon the cub. For a moment it'd seem like he's lost attention on the cliath, but Kenneth's response is simple. "I know. But it wouldn't kill you to come to me first if you've a problem with my Kin and the way they act towards you." The fostern shifts back to Jason at that. "Respect is what my tribe is about. We are /nothing/ if we do not know our place. And I'm not going to be very happy if I hear that yet another Garou has frenzied and killed one of Thunder's. As so recently happened with Feilyn, you know."

Devlin looks back down *quickly* as Kenneth looks over. No eye contact, no act of aggression. A happy submissive cub. He scratches the back of his head.

Jason winces visibly at the mention of Feilyn, and he drops his eyes again. "Right," he says, quietly, "Yeah, I know. Sorry. I didn't before cause...aw, it doesn't matter." He straightens up now, Devlin getting a glance and a small smirk. "Anything else you need, Kenneth-rhya?"

Kenneth quirks a brow up. "What doesn't matter?" he pursues. The smirk between the Fianna pair doesn't go unnoticed - just uncommented.

Devlin frowns at the mention of Feilyn and the cub quietly mutters "Not cool." to himself, more then anyone. He shakes his head a bit and just waits.

Jason tips his head from side-to-side in a "welllll...y'know" motion. "Just that I thought it wasn't important. I didn't like her, but we didn't go biting each others' throats out. So I thought we could just deal." There's a pause. "So what /did/ she say about me? Do all the kin think I'm going to be peeking in their windows now?" There's a bit of a growl to his tone.

"I don't know enough Kin to give you an adequate answer for that," Kenneth replies in a honest-sounding tone. "But I guess this means I can go tell Danae to stick her words where the sun don't shine and never bring the subject up again," muses the philodox aloud. Following that, the halfmoon checks a glance back to Devlin and asks, "You're one of them Fianna cubs?"

Devlin nods obediently, "Yes, Sir. Names Devlin. Fianna Ragabash Cub." He keeps his eyes downcast and bares his throat a tad to his elder.

Jason grins broadly at Kenneth and actually lets out a small laugh. "I'd really appreciate that, thanks. I'm trying to fix my reputation as a fuckup around here, and I know I have a ways to go without any of her kind of help." Devlin's greeting gets a pleased nod from his teacher.

Kenneth looks between them, but then settles his gaze again expectantly on Devlin. "Kenneth Far-Cry, Fostern Philodox of the Shadow Lords, Beta of Masquerade under Chimera. As far as my reputation goes... I don't like ragabash in general." Whether he's being serious or not remains in question. Instead, a different question. "What do you call him?" he asks towards Jason, but clearly in regards to Devlin.

Devlin pauses and isn't sure how to respond, "Well, I guess it won't be a pleasure to meet you then, Kenneth-rhya." He shrugs, throwing his hands up in the air, what's he supposed to say to that? "He calls me Dirt Tongue, Sir." he replies for his teacher.

Jason jerks his chin at Devlin and half-smiles at Kenneth. "He has a real mouth on him when he's not watching it. Though he's gotten a lot better recently. Maybe too much better, I think sometimes. But I'm not afraid of him getting his ass frenzied on anymore....most of the time." He shoots Devlin a slightly worried look there.

Kenneth peers at the both of them in turn when they speak. The Shadow Lord cultivates a sort of thoughtful look to his features as he evaluates Devlin a little longer, but then looks back to Jason. "Can't expect more than a mouth on a child of Stag," remarks the philodox evenly. "I'll let you two get back to your training." With that, he nods curtly to them and turns to head off further past, pointing towards the woods.

Devlin eyes Jasons look, "Seriously, what am I supposed to say when someone says they don't like Ragabash when I introduce myself? Remember how the Pure Tribe chick chewed my head for just saying 'nice to meet you' when we met?" He shakes his head. He looks back to the SLord, "I mean, no offence, Kenneth-rhya, I got nothing but respect for someone of your station, hope to be just like you some day, but..." he just shrugs,a s if a physical comment of 'wtf' clears it all up. He waves politely as Kenneth departs.

Jason just shrugs. "Some people, you just can't please, Dev." He straightens up and snaps off a casual salute to Kenneth. "Gaia watch, Kenneth-rhya."

Devlin nods to that, "OK, how are you going to beat my ass tonight, Sir?" He cracks a smile.

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