Meeting Bianca

1/22/2009

03:34 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (23% full).
It is currently 15:31 Pacific Time on Thu Jan 22 2009.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 35 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the northeast at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.10 and falling, and the relative humidity is 92 percent. The dewpoint is 33 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius.)

WWNP: Blue Mountains(#3854RAh)
Stiff winds cause what little forest remains to bow before the might of the sky. Twisted trees and low tough bushes soften the stony faces up near the summits. There, and along the lines of ridges, only bare stone shows through, sharp and unyielding. From here, you can look down upon the more forgiving terrain of the forest of Wolf Woods. Among the twisting false trails and creekbeds wind scenic hiking trails that are marked by WWNP posts detailing elevations and giving directions lest the unwary traveller become lost and wander off a cliff.
To the north is the boundary of the national park, beyond which the mountains continue. To the west lies the main body of the park itself, more forested and less rocky.
Contents:
Shadow-Soul
Obvious exits:
Plateau  Mountain Bowl  Southwest  West  North

From the edge of Masquerade territory, there is a polite, inquisitive howl. The-Shadow-Has-No-Soul, first rank No Moon of the Shadow Lords asks for the Shadow Lord elder to meet her, if he is able.

The most recent tracks of Far-Cry lead to this area. The ragabash is lucky, as she catches sight of the Shadow Lord elder who happened to be passing nearby. His answer is not a howl but a thin, territorial growl from the halfmoon. The black furred philodox approaches with a dominant stance, circling her.

Shadow-Soul doesn't waste any time getting into a more submissive posture once she spots the other black wolf. She even takes steps away from the edge of the territory, tail firmly between her legs.

Far-Cry slips closer, sniffing of the newcomer's scent and finishing his round. Once he appears satisfied, the philodox steps back and shifts, revealing his Garou nature and his breed. Kenneth stands straight and his gaze is regarding, if distant and coldly neutral. "Name's Kenneth," he supplies, "Fostern philodox, elder of the Shadow Lords, beta of Masquerade under Chimera. You are?"

[OOC] Kenneth: Truth of Gaia!

Shadow-Soul shifts through the forms a moment after he does, landing herself in homid as well. "Bianca Mikhaylov," she offers once she's there. However, she doesn't offer more than that.

[look Bianca (homid)]
It's easy for the eye to slide right over Bianca, particularly in a crowd. She isn't ugly, but she isn't gorgeous, either. She's thin and only a bit over the average height for a girl, standing at five feet and seven inches. Her looks are average, pleasant enough, but forgettable. Her eyes are brown and a little on the big side, her skin is fair and smooth, her hair is black and generally pulled back from her face. There is, however, something impish about her and she is clearly of Shadow Lord decent, to those that would know. She moves with graceful, fluid movements in everything from walking to sitting to fighting. Her clothes are simple, jeans and t-shirts when she's in the relaxing mood, slacks and button ups when she's working. She tends to forego make-up and jewelry, with the exception of one metal cuff bracelet she always wears around her left wrist.
Carrying:
Devouring Ember

Kenneth nods with the name. "Someone must've told you to come all the way out here," he observes. "So? What're you doing all the way out here?"

"I ran into Jacob Seth of the Children of Gaia, we danced the veil and he took me to see the guardians. I was cleared by Life-On-The-Line, a young Fury, and checked out by the Metis Carries-Fire of the Fianna and cleared to walk on the bawn." Bianca slides a hand into her pocket as she talks, "And Jacob Seth directed me this way, in order to find you."

Kenneth utters a low grunt at the number of names. "So what are you doing out here, Bianca Mikhaylov?" queries the Philodox. "Come to gape and gawk at the Hidden Walk?"

"Uh... no where else to go, Kenneth-rhya. And I was pointed in this direction by another Garou, so I came out. I didn't have much clue about what to find or what to expect once I found it. I hope I haven't gaped or gawked /too/ much since arriving." Bianca looks his way, though, before she goes on, "I've heard our tribe is thin here. I wonder if you'd accept another?"

Kenneth gives away a touch of truth of his own in reaction to her words. Mouth thinning, he answers, "You heard true. But that does not concern me now. What do you bring besides yourself? What do you offer in chiminage?"

"For the sept, I can offer teaching. I know a few Rites that are useful." Bianca pulls her hand out of her pocket, a zippo lighter coming out with her, although she doesn't light it. "For the tribe, or for you personally, I have a working knowledge of the Camarilla sect of vampires."

That gets a reaction from Kenneth particularly, eyes flashing a pointed look back to the ragabash. She has his attention now, much more so than before. "You scouted vampires before?" he inquires.

Bianca nods to that question, "It was my Rite of Passage. I spied on their Court for sometime, thus earning my deedname."

Kenneth tilts his head in thought but doesn't spend too much time on it. Instead, he motions for her to continue as he asks, "And you're here to be a guest? Or do you want to stay longer?"

"Longer, I think." Bianca fiddles with her lighter, spinning it in hand, but still not lighting it. There does, however, seem to be some restrain being exercised. "If that's alright."

Kenneth ponders on this some more. Finally his arms cross over his chest, his eyes following the spinning, and replies, "The last Shadow Lord ragabash I sent off to teach things for her chiminage either failed so hard she was too embarrassed to face me and admit it or she decided it wasn't worth her trouble. At any rate, if you do the same, I'm going to be pissed off enough that I'll see to it you not only stay at the Hidden Walk... you'll never leave. Understood?" He lets that statement hang in the air there.

Bianca seems to disapprove of this other ragabash, if her expression is anything to judge by. "Understood. You don't have to worry about that from me," she says, a cocky, crooked smile coming to her face, "I won't admit failure, either, because I won't fail."

A low grunt finishes Kenneth's spiel there, arms slipping off. "Then I've got a couple ideas. To the sept, you pick a Guardian, a city goer, and one of the woodsier types that isn't a Guardian to teach your rites to. This will be your chiminage for now, unless the Sept Alpha determines there needs to be more." He skips a beat before adding, "That doesn't include what you'll be telling me about your experiences with vampires."

"Sounds fair," Bianca says, nodding her head to the set chiminage. That latter addition gets a raised eyebrow, but also a nod after a moment, "Also fair."

Kenneth adjusts his coat and in doing so is struck with a thought. "How'd you come to hear about St. Claire? Vera get to your old sept or something?"

"Vera? No. We didn't really have outsiders in the ol' sept much. Or... ever." Bianca shrugs her shoulders, "I couldn't tell you how my dad knew there was a sept here, but he handed me a bus ticket and said there was a sept out in St. Claire."

Kenneth eyes the lighter in the girl's hand again questioningly, but again doesn't speak too much after it. "So you do in fact have a sept you came from," he observes aloud.

"Doesn't everybody?" Bianca asks in reply, lifting a shoulder in a half-shrug. "I rited /somewhere/, right? May be... in between homes just now, but even comic book characters have an origin story. I hear they've released the trailer for Wolverine's even. I doubt mine'll be made into a movie, but it's probably best for us all that it doesn't, if you've followed the way I've drifted."

Kenneth blinks a few times and eventually shakes his head. "On second thought, I don't think I want to know. They're making Wolverine into a movie now? Hollywood's gone to the dogs," laments the halfmoon. Renewing his seriousness, or rather combating the odd humor that's twitched at his features, he waves the ragabash along to follow him. "I'll show you where we hold territory. Thunder Cave is a run from here."

"Oh, I know, right? Like they didn't shit all over the comics enough with that X-Men 3, right? They've got the guts of a burglar." Bianca smiles, even with his renewed seriousness, and does move to follow him, "Thunder Cave? Sounds promising. And... aptly named. Sorta like Transformers. You know exactly what you're getting. Things that transform. Unless Thunder Cave ends up being... anything but a cave..."

Kenneth gives Bianca a most odd look for her rambling, shakes his head some more and starts to shift back fluidly through the forms back to his lupus form. As for Thunder Cave, she'll see soon enough. That is, if she can keep up.

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