One-Rage pads into the Junkyard, sniffing this way and that, wuffing loudly to announce his prescence.

Three-Blades trots around the fence to the yard a few minutes after, tongue lolling in a pant. Stopping briefly at the edge of the main yard, she barks her presence, and continues forth to nip at One-Rage's heels as she spots him.

Banecruncher rumbles from lazily from atop his doghouse.

Three-Blades pads over to the hood of a car next to the doghouse and hops up to the hood, easing down onto her belly. It's a long run from the forest to the city.

One-Rage flops down on the ground, wuffing lightly as his tail curls about his strong frame, closing his eyes with a slight chuff.

Banecruncher lifts his head from his forepaws and wuffs. Smells like a long run. From the caern?

I've spoken to Dante, the ragabash gnawer starts, and he agreed to help us out in the sewers if we scout a second time. Her tail swishes slowly between the empty hole where windshield glass should be. Another cub has been found too. A new moon like myself. She's of our tribe, and is staying at Signe-rhya's apartment.

Banecruncher rumbles approval. Get her broken in right quick.

Three-Blades gives her fur a light shake, loosening some dead hair in the process. I've noticed Max has not been around.

Banecruncher scratches his ear while thinking. Isn't she at the farmhouse?

Three-Blades last heard of her, pranking Signe's den by covering the walls in pink color. Her jaws open in a whuffle of laughter she hadn't dared to release in Signe's apartment. That cub best watch her toes. Or her fingers.

Three-Blades barks to the muscledog up on the doghouse roof. How is your head? Her inquiry comes with a slightly teasing tone, though goodnatured and with concern.

Banecruncher stretches and slowly rises to his feet. He looks down and yawns hugely....then leaps at the barking littledog. The day a little car can hurt my head is the day I'm too fragile to fight.

Three-Blades yips and scrabbles out of the way, falling into moldy, chewed up front seat of the car from the hood she was laying atop of. With a bark she gets back up to her paws, bounces a few times and jumps neatly out of the car's front window frame, landing onto the packed dirt below.

Banecruncher hits the car hood and bounces toward the ground. He digs in with all four paws, and charges after the little doggie.

Three-Blades may be little, but it just means she's quick as well. With little more than a short yap of excitement, she takes off with the bull terrier just a few inches behind her. Her paws send dirt flying as she runs towards a pile of cars to make a turn around.

Banecruncher barks excitedly and charges after you, leaving a roostertail of dirt as he gets into the chase.

As the two reach the pile, Blades leaps up to a carhood and back down, pushing off in a spray of dirt towards the left edge of the yard. Her mouth open, her pink tongue flaps along like a moist flag amidst brown and black fur as she powers along, glancing back once at the ahroun on her heels.

Banecruncher slams into the pile of cars, just moments after the smaller dog bounces off, and scrambles to get traction so he can take up the chase again.

Three-Blades feels her muscles burn as she powers along, putting a little more than 2 lengths distance between the two before seeing Bane back on the chase. Her yip of a lupine laugh as she runs echoes into the night while her large paws add to stability in cornering. C'mon, c'mon, gonna catch me are ya?

((You paged the room with 'How large is this yard, btw?'.
Banecruncher pages to the room: Oh, only about 10 acres or so...
Long distance to the room: Three-Blades mumbles, only about 10 acres... ONLY 10 acres?
You paged the room with 'Had a house back down in SoCal that had a 1 acre plot. Now if I imagine that as 10 times bigger...that's... BIG.'.
From afar, to the room, Banecruncher laughs. Hey, we're on the edge of the city here. And this scrap yard has been around since before the city spread this far.
From afar, to the room, Banecruncher grins. Scrap yards tend to be rather large in the western states..I saw one outside El Paso that lookd to me to cover about 50 acres.
Long distance to the room: Three-Blades ye gods.))

Banecruncher bays in full chase as he gets his feet under him. He builds up speed until he's crossing the yard like a chugging locomotive.

Three-Blades rips across the yard like a sports car on the fly down the alleyway, ears back and listening for Bane's hunting bay. Her eyes and nose guide her through the maze of piled cars, dodging and twisting as the two of them continue towards the parking lot. She's beginning to feel that burn in her tired muscles, having already traveled from city to forest and back in the spanse of a day. The distance between them close to a mere length.

Banecruncher sees the distance closing and puts up a burst of speed, burning off his energy in a sprinter's rush that he can't keep up, but he can use to get close enough to make one last leap in an attempt to bowl the smaller dog over.

Three-Blades hears the last of Bane's paws thudding on the ground and she turns her head briefly to look behind her. Ears fly up as she sees the dog is not behind her anymore, but above her and with a loud yipe the two of them go rolling in a tumble of fur, Banecruncher ending up atop the new-moon in the end. Her tongue and tired limbs sprawl on the dirt as she paws at the ahroun's rounded muzzle. If I weren't so tired, I'd have won. She whuffs jokingly, tail thumping in a wag against the ground.

Banecruncher barks cheerfully and nuzzles you as he steps back to let you up. You need some rest. You been running back and forth between here and there, eh?

Three-Blades for a moment makes no effort to rise, but then wills herself back onto her paws. Her ears splay as she whuffs and licks Bane in congratulations. Yes, I have. The form of the wolf is one I have yet to get accustomed to still, as a part of learning. She begins to head back towards the doghouse at the other end of the yard. It reminds me of what Elan-rhya and Kaz spoke of with a Wendigo named Leonard today. He spoke of forming a bond between the Gnawers and Wendigo, so our two tribes would learn from one another. What do you think of it? Amber eyes fix on her ahroun tribebrother with a curious gaze.

Banecruncher rumbles thoughtfully. Do they fight the Wyrm with our dedication?

Three-Blades cants her head to the side, sniffing the thought. I would think their dedication to Gaia is strong. They live closer to the Wyld than we, from what I have seen. But I cannot make that judgement, as I have only met two of the tribe, and only for brief moments. Have you met Leonard or Linda before? It was the second who helped bring a healer to Jay when he was sick. Leonard seems dedicated to fighting the Wyrm, and learning of our ways in the city as well as maybe teaching us some things of the Wyld.

Banecruncher has not seen any of them, except maybe in moot. There were none that I know of at the Fens. If they are willing to fight the Wyrm where it is, and not just wait for it to come to them, then I think it is a good idea.

They maybe fear that we have lost some of the Wyld in us, the new moon comments with reserve. But there is the Wyld in the city as well, and that's where we are most at home. These days I spent in the forests for the first time in my life. I'd never known the true Wyld until I saw it with my own eyes, sniffed it with my own nose. I think this bond would good for both our tribes. On that note, she lies down in front of the doghouse and yawns widely before licking her nose in a flick of her tongue. Speaking of that, have you thought of a totem you wanted to form a pack with?

Banecruncher rumbles in agreement. It would be good. It would suit our totem, too. I am thinking Raccoon would be good.

Three-Blades whuffs in curiosity, not recognizing this totem right off. Raccoon? After a moment's thought, the image of the masked bandit comes back to her from her early years in school, when they taught little children of the animals. A soft rumble rises through her throat, tail twitching in musing of what the totem would be like.

Banecruncher rumbles. We need to talk to others of our tribe. Follow me.

Three-Blades whuffs, rising to her feet to follow Banecruncher.

Brownstone -- Basement Apt.(#3328RJ)
The walls are bare cement block and red brick on three sides. The fourth is covered in plywood painted black and covered in a variety of supposedly decorative distractions. Even with them, the basement apartment is not much to look at. It is, however, extremely functional. Despite the plumbing overhead, and the central duct grates, the space is surprisingly cozy. The Current Occupant has furnished it with a beat up leather couch, in black, a few throw rugs, and a recliner. There's no television, but a decent stereo sits erected on a cinderblock shelf, four speakers mounted around the corners of the apartment. The kitchen is small and does not appear all that well stocked. A good portion of the room is dedicated to a makeshift home gym. Free weights, a mat, and other such equipment mark it off, culminating in a suspended, full weight boxing bag.
Contents:
Banecruncher, Jamethon, Bernie, Heartsight, Kaz, Signe
Obvious exits:
Out

Banecruncher leads his crew to where the scent of Ears stops at a door, then scratches at the door.

Jamethon holds on to the grin but stops with the chuckling. "Yeah, well... tastes nothing like chicken. Rather the funny part was me standing there, completly naked, with an erection out to space and no excuse for it. Didn't find it funny at the time, but hell, why not laugh now."

Heartsight wrinkles her nose, overhearing Jamethon. A low growl, then she is watching Bernie again. As there is scratching at the door, she instinctively lunges for Bernie, pushing/carrying the cub into the kitchen, and into hiding.

Kaz mutters, "Jesus, it's an invasion. Bern, get to the left," and peers out the peephole. Barely spying lupii at the door, she snorts and unlocks it. "C'mon in," she tells them, "But quick, we got changers inside."

Three-Blades slips in through the narrow doorway, hugging the wall and chuffing lightly to all of them.

Banecruncher moves in quickly, clearing the doorway so the twoleg can make it in and the door can be shut.

Bernie emits a slight yelp as she's forcibly moved, not having expected it and feeling her balance get precarious again. Once she recovers a bit, though, she sees Three-Blades and lifts one taloned hand in a slight wave, with what looks rather like a sheepish grin. A very toothy one, in this form.

Jamethon looks to the newly arrived and then back to Julie. "What, a little anatomy bothers you?" he asks with the same worn grin on his face, he hasn't been this friendly in months.

Signe comes out of the bedroom, hair slicked back after a shower. The recent deluge of garou seems to have brought her out of her hole, however. "Did I miss a memo?"

Heartsight snarls at Jamethon as she rights herself, lumbering back and giving Banecruncher a rumbled greeting. She does refrain from howling, as Signe enters. ~Morning, Defiant-Storm.~

Banecruncher rumbles amusedly. We must plan the next scouting trip into the sewers.

Jay follows after the other two Gnawers, dipping his head to everyone as he glances about.

Signe eyes Banecruncher and asks, "Has anyone talked to the mule Strider?"

Kaz snorts. "It's a fuckin' moot," and then blinks at Baney. "Oh. Sure boss." To Signe, she notes, "Not since that mage died."

Three-Blades whuffs as she finds a spot to sit next to the wall and Banecruncher, bobbing her head to Signe. Greetings, Signe-rhya. Her amber eyes turn towards Jamethon, the new face and scent unfamiliar to her, before flicking around to watch the activities.

Signe doesn't see the connection between the mule and the mage, and it shows in her confused look. "Why not?"

Jamethon nods a head to Signe in greeting and difference.

Banecruncher only knows the Strider by scent.

Signe looks from Banecruncher to Kaz and then the others. "Well, does anyone know where she can be found?"

Kaz explains, "She and the mage were close, so she's busy bein' depressed. I have to go find her anyways, I gotta message for her, so I can just add ours onto the pile, yeah?"

Signe nods to Kaz. "Cool."

Three-Blades knows only of the Strider by name, she gestures in lupus apologetically.

Heartsight growls quietly, growing somewhat agitated by the suddenly large number of people in the small room, she and Bernie in Crinos, and Bernie a First Changer. It was unsettling, and showed in her eyes, her stance.

Three-Blades turns her ears towards the quiet growl, spotting Heartsight and Bernie. It's probably best you shift back. We are all Garou here. She assures the two crinos, though her eyes are curious to the cub's first change.

Signe seems not to have noticed one of the ones in cirnos was the newest cub. When it dawns on her, she becomes more alert, watching Bernie with a keen eye.

Banecruncher agrees. If her skill with spirits is the equal of her healing skill, we need her assistance.

Kaz blinks in confusion. "Why? She's gettin' used t'it, we're all Garou, we're in a basement so she can't fuck up the floors..." She trails off, and shrugs. "But Bern, you wanna get outta here, take a walk? Figure, could tell you some stuff, while they're doin' a war council."

Signe adds, toward Banecruncher. "More than that, she apparently knows every inch of those sewers. I'd say that makes her more important than any no moon we have."

Bernie glances around at the huge gathering, and her eyes flit over to Jamethon as she remembers what he said earlier and then glances down at the torn shirt and sweatpants. She nods, both to Three-Blades and to Kaz. One hand touching the wall periodically for support, she wanders over to the bathroom, and goes inside, grazing her head slightly as she doesn't think to duck at all. Her goran is audible as she closes the door behind her.

Banecruncher pricks his ears. That is very important. I knew she was familiar with an old hideout there, but if she knows all the sewers, it will be great help.

Jamethon looks over to Signe as an aside. "Not too big a deal, but thought you might like to know. I've learned the Spirit tongue."

And that would be the best advantage we'd have, Blades adds. Jay and I were only barely into the sewers before we were attacked. We know of the target area, though. I've asked Dante to accompany us in a second scouting mission.

Heartsight rumbles a type of agreement at Yi, then lumbers to the bathroom door, shifting downward to homid along the way. She presses her hand to the door. "Bernie?" she murmurs, "just r'member who you are, whatchu be lookin' like."

A rather imperative knock sounds at the door, followed by a hoarse voice. "Yo. Anybody home?"

Banecruncher immediately sits, doing his best doggie impression.

Three-Blades lies down against the wall, making like a faithful, obedient watchdog.

Signe nods to Jamethon, understanding.

After several minutes, the bathroom door opens a crack, and Bernie's voice comes floating out. "Um... could, uh...someone please bring me my bag? The bigger one, I mean... please?"

Three-Blades's ear turns for a brief moment towards the voice in the bathroom, then back towards the door, expectant.

Julie is standing there, and so she leans, peeking inside. "What bag?" Oooh, so evil! And her expression is as straight as Bud Abbott's.

The voice calls out again, and a fist bangs on the door once more. "Yo! Bueller!"

Banecruncher looks toward the door expectantly.

Kaz checks the peephole, grins, and lets Chaser in. "It's a convention, c'mon in, don' let the dogs bite."

A moment of silence from the bathroom. "The big canvas duffle bag," Bernie elabourates from behind the bathroom door, "near th' door..."

Julie snorts in amusement. "Kay, I'll get it. Hold onna sec." She moves through the throng, searching for the bag for Bernie.

Chaser snorts as she comes through the door. Ducking her head, she runs a hand through her hair and rubs at the back of her neck; then she tosses a shock of dark hair out of her eyes. "Wassup?" Hard eyes glance about the room. The woman lifts one eyebrow slightly as she counts the Garou present. "Christ. You weren't kiddin', eh."

Jamethon sees the bag easily from where he is standing and points it out for Julie.

Julie grunts a greeting Chaser's way as she follows Jamethon's pointing finger, and snags up the dufflebag. Then she is pushing her way back toward the bathroom door, bag bumping and thumping in passing.

Chaser stays out of the way, leaning back against the door and eyeing the commotion.

A quiet but crisp three-beat knock sounds on the apartment door.

Three-Blades rises back up to a sitting position, gazing at the newcomer, another new face and scent to learn. Her tail thumps lightly against the wall. Truly a large gathering. Her eyes stray to Julie, then back to Banecruncher. So what to do with the sewers? We should scout again as soon as possible. The Stri... her sentence is cut off as again she assumes the watchdog position.

Banecruncher rumbles as he sniffs the stranger.

Chaser reaches back and opens it without ceremony, turning to check the newcomer before letting her in.

Sepdet gives Chaser a thinlipped smile and steps in without bothering to explain.

Kaz edges back against a wall, looking a bit fenced in. And then she blinks. "Well, shit, I was just gonna look for you, Sepdet."

Banecruncher rumbles. Good. He settles down and lets Ears do what she does best.

Chaser shuts the door again, and turns the lock. "Well. If we're discussin' the sewers, I want in." She glances to Three-Blades, eyes narrowing as she measures up the stranger.

Julie reaches the bathroom, finally, and knocks. "Gottit, Bernie."

Sepdet looks around slowly, measuring the disparate collection of city folk and seeking some space fit to wedge in. Good thing she's tiny. "Well. I'm here," she says shortly. "What will you need of me?"

Banecruncher stands and sniffs around Chaser, getting more than just the basic "I'll remember this person" this time. You got the right attitude.

Three-Blades finds Chaser eyeing her and returns the gaze, though unchallenging and calm in the presence of the stranger. Apparently she's getting used to seeing so many new faces around. Her ears turn towards Sepdet, however.

Signe greets Chaser with a decidedly pleased expressions, and she eyes the strider with smoething less familiar, but no less pleased. Settling in, she waits to see if Banecruncher has anything specific to say, first.

A rather plump and somewhat pale but unmistakably human arm emerges around the door, followed shortly by Bernie's face. "Thanks, Julie," she replies gratefully, taking hold of one strap of the bag and pulling it toward her.

Banecruncher looks around at the others, then at Kaz. Make sure we all have whatever information you have to spread. Then we'll all be starting from the same paws.

Julie manages a smile, the first in this form tonight, as she nods and lets go of the bag. "No prollem."

Kaz ticks off on her hands. "Lesse. Sewers fuckin' with the Farmhouse. There's a bane nest under Osprey Circle Fountain. Jay and Yi scouted and it fucked 'em up. We needa do more scoutin', with more backup. What else you got to add, Baney?"

Standing behind the door, Bernie opens it enough to get the bag fully inside, then shuts it again. It's about five minutes before she finally emerges, in her stocking feet, and now in her shirts and jeans, toting the bag along with her. She leaves it leaning against the wall, and heads toward the couch, where her boots and jacket rest, and begins to put on her shoes.

Three-Blades rises to her paws, being the one of two that ventured to the sewers. This one would be ~Yi.~ She gazes around, then decides to add into the introduction. New moon cliath, Three-Blades to Garou. And yes, the area we scouted was below the fountain. We were attacked first by one, which managed to taint Jay until Jarred had his mage-friend, Perrin, heal him. We're looking for more to help in a second scouting. This one has heard from Jay that Sepdet knew of the area we suspect, as a shelter before for Gnawers.

Banecruncher looks at Sepdet. We need your knowledge of the sewers, Rhya. We also need more than just one full-moon to guard the scouts. One-Rage and Three-Blades have already asked to be allowed to go back in. We need to know more before we attack.

Chaser studies Kaz quietly, lips pursed in thought. When the bathroom door opens she glances to the newcomer, but her attention returns quickly enough to Three-Blades, Banecruncher and Kaz.

Sepdet's voice is as quiet as ever, but a certain unsettling coolness in it may or may not disturb those who recall her from kinder days. "I knew the sewers well once upon a time, especially in that corner of the city. There was an extensive bunker below and near Osprey Fountain. I can give you a layout." She fixes Yi with a sharp glance. "I gave Jay healing and Cleansing. It did not hold?"

Three-Blades flattens her ears in a negative answer. No, it did not. This one is grateful that you tried to heal her packbrother. Now the mage that healed Jay, though, is sick with Jay's illness. Elan-rhya has need of those who know the cleansing rite, to help heal our friend.

Sepdet touches the large black feather behind her ear. "I will do what I can," she murmurs tightly.

Once Bernie has the bag, and is getting her shoes on, Julie starts hedging for the door. Crowds on mootless nights made her edgy.

Chaser's eyes narrow as she studies Banecruncher. "If y'need a scout, I'm it," she says curtly. "Chaser-Never-Rests. Fostern Rotagar of the Get. I know this city pretty fuckin' well, and if the Strider chick gives me a map..."

Sepdet's rather dour expression flickers briefly into a crooked smile; apparently the "Strider chick" is well acquainted with the blunt-spoken Get.

Jamethon thinks for a moment and looks over at Three-Blades now with a thoughtful frown. "If Sepdet-Rhya is unavailable for whatever reason, I can perform a cleasing in her stead. Not with her expertise perhaps, but still, a cleasing."

Banecruncher looks up at Chaser with Respect. You are the Chaser? Even as a cub I heard of you. If you have ideas for successful scouting, I would be happy to follow your guidance. Attack is my strength.

Signe interupts, "Who whoa, wait a minute. What mage is this we're talking about now? and is it the same one that died?"

Julie quietly slips out, and even has the presence of mind to lock the door behind her.

Sepdet's grim mood crystalizes behind her eyes in a sudden glower at Signe's question.

Three-Blades glances to Sepdet, to Jamethon, to Signe, and back. The mage who healed Jay, is one named Perrin. Her gaze turns towards Jamethon and Sepdet, ears rising back to the normal pointed position. This one would be grateful if you could help Elan-rhya in healing Perrin. I owe him.

Jamethon frowns a bit with, "A mage?... hrm..."

Sepdet looks to Jamethon. "A mage," she says flatly. "If that troubles you, I will do it. Otherwise, my time in the city is somewhat limited right now."

Three-Blades adds to Chaser, a bow of her furry head. I have also asked Dante Leaves-His-Past to help in the scouting, and he spoke of asking Ethan as well.

Chaser nods to Three-Blades curtly. "Be a good training experience for Ethan, yah."

Signe indicates she has no problem wiht anything planned so far by nodding.

Jamethon looks to Sepdet and shakes his head. "If it is a force for Gaia, then even a mage is deserving."

Chaser snorts. "Tell that t'Nightflash," she mutters, sarcasm heavy in her tone.

Signe takes a deep braeth, her impatience finally showing. "So, where and when do we move next? And how much backup muscle do the scouts need?"

Sepdet's hands clench. "Ethan," she says, speaking the name bitterly, "Does not share your views, Jamethon. I might as well tell you I will -not- hunt with that murderer." She leans back against the wall, face still while she wrestles temper back under control. "So. Any scouts may receive the same taint as Jay."

We've not scouted the Shadow, Blades continues, scratching briefly at her ear before settling her paw back down. When we ventured into the sewer, we did so in daylight. The Shadow would have been darker than the night I was born under. We will need crescent moons. I suggest two packs, one in the Realm, one in the Shadow. There were at least 20 banes in the Realm, who came at the sound of one. We could not go further.

Chaser glances to Sepdet, her jaw tightening. "The kid had no idea who she was. He just followed his Alpha's lead. Don't call him murderer f'that." Her voice is low, rough.

Kaz asks, "Like, ever? Not even in shit like Revels?" She seems to be asking mostly for clarifacatory purposes.

Sepdet looks like she'd right to argue with Chaser, to judge by the curl of her lip over her teeth, but she merely shakes her head, refusing to respond to Chas or Kaz just at the moment.

Jamethon looks to Sepdet and even with her grim expression decides to speak up for Ethan a bit. "He told me he tried the warn the mage well before she was killed to leave, and she did not do so."

Chaser's jaw tightens, and she returns her attention to Three-Blades. "We'll discuss it later," she growls. "So. Twenty, in the realm? This was in the sewer, yah?"

Sepdet gives Jamethon a cold glare. "We are discussing a hunt right now. If you want me to break your jaw again, by all means, keep talking about that other matter."

Jamethon closes his eyes a moment in thought and lowers his head. "If protection is needed, I'm usuable as a fighter as well as a Godi. I was trained by Ahroun after all."

Three-Blades nods, a rather human-like gesture. Maybe more. I don't want to imagine what lies directly under that fountain. Sepdet would know of how large the shelter is. Her gaze glances briefly at Banecruncher before turning back to the group. If possible, I'd rather we slip in and out as quickly as possible, without fighting.

Signe is more than a little surprised at the Strider's attitude. Indeed, her 'impudence', justified perhaps or not, makes the et Jarl climb out of her chair. It's unclear whether she admires the mule, or wants to put her in her place, but there's a smile on Signe's lips all the same.

Chaser's mouth curves in a thin, humorless smile. "Throw /down/, girl," she murmurs appreciatively. Then the smile disappears, and she jerks her chin at Jamethon. "And who the fuck are you, 'Godi'?"

Having finished lacing and tying her boots, Bernie is watching all of this quietly, just taking in the odd discussion for the time being, and looking slightly lost.

Banecruncher agrees that not fighting on a scouting mission is preferred, but doubts that it will be so easy.

Kaz wanders over Berniewards, still looking a bit overwhelmed by people. "You wanna go take a walk, kid?"

Jamethon looks over at Chaser and after another long sip of his water gives his introduction. "One is Jamethon Ethan Black... Fights-For-Hope. Cliath Godi of the Get of Fenris, once child of Weasel and now of Wolverine."

Three-Blades growls lowly, sensing some growing tension among the Get and the Strider as she hugs the wall a little closer. Perhaps we should come back another time, Banecruncher?

Banecruncher thinks it may be wise, if Defiant Storm is as fond of her home as I am of mine.

Signe eyes Jamethon like he's missing a few marbles as he refers to himself as 'one', but she doesn't say anything. Growing impatient again, she says, "No one's coming back later. We make a plan now. I'm tired of waiting."

Chaser purses her lips, and nods. "Knock off the 'one is' crap. Wolverine's a kickass totem, though." She glances to Three-Blades, and says, "I'm with Sep. Let's get our proverbial fecal matter aggregated, here."

Bernie looks to Kaz, and nods, picking up her jacket from the arm of the sofa. Looking at it, she asks the woman, quietly, "Um... am I going to be changing like that more? Unexpectedly, I mean? 'cause I really don't wanna ruin thi-" She breaks off, a hand going to her neck, with a soft, "...shit." Her eyes start scanning the floor, among the crowd.

Jamethon just shrugs and takes another sip of water. "It's what I grew up with, but it's not important. So, who is doing what?"

Kaz mutters, "Whatever it is, you ain't gonna find it in this fuckin' crowd. As f'changin', well, y'get too pissy, you might, till you learn to control it -- an' even then, dependin' on y'auspice, sometimes y'can't control it. That's why we don' want y'loose too much, these first couple weeks, y'lack've control."

Chaser glances down to her feet, frowning, beginning to scan the floor. "What was it?" she asks.

Three-Blades sniffs, now noticing the cub among the larger Get. Her eyes glance towards the floor as well, the temporary change in subject gladly taken.

"My necklace," Bernie replies, hand still against her throat. "'s a li'l gold star of David... th' chain musta snapped when I changed..." She lets the jacket lie back on the sofa, looking somewhat distressed.

Sepdet grimaces and turns in place to scan in lost-contact-lens mode.

Jamethon looks down at the ground in a fond remembering manner then just sighs.

Banecruncher lowers his head and sniffs, swinging it from side to side as he tries to find the lost cub-stuff.

Sepdet observes during the sudden silence, "Off the subject, I'm forming a pack for healing and cleansing and occasionally ripping large bloody holes in the Wyrm. Mage-haters need not apply. I'll be at Lake Arthur when I'm not helping you folks."

Chaser glances over to the girl, rare surprise touching her expression. "Lake Arthur, eh? You gonna claim it?" Her eyes narrow slightly, measuring. Kaz crouches down and just peers, before raising her eyes to look at Sepdet. "Yuh. Got a Totem in mind?"

Three-Blades gets up on her paws and sniffs around, more towards the kitchen where Bernie had been in when she saw the cub in crinos. A short ways away from the kitchen door, her muzzle bumps against the golden necklace with a slight tinkle of metal. With a short chuff, Blades looks at Bernie. Found it.

Sepdet says shortly, "Yes. And several." She looks up to meet Chaser's eyes directly for a moment, expression suddenly tired. "I was going to hold it for Quiet until she came home, but plans have changed. And I'm going to need help. Come by sometime and talk to me?"

Signe puts her hands on her hips, mostly just watching the others look for the necklace. She does loko around here, though, and eyes the Strider as she mentions her pack plans.

Signe's eyes move from Sepdet to Chaser. "actually, I had pack ideas too. I was hoping you'd sit on those. Your choice of course." She says this as if there really wasn't a choice to be a made, in her opinion.

Chaser glances to Signe, and nods. "We'll talk, yah."

Bernie smiles at Three-Blades, and threads her way gingerly through the crowd to retrieve the necklace, giving the lupine a grateful ear scritch as she crouches to pick it up. "Thanks," she says, standing again and looking over the broken chain. With a slight sigh, she slips it into the pocket of her jeans, and makes her way back over to Kaz. "A'ight," she says, "'s not THAT cold, I'll just leave my jacket I guess..."

Sepdet's eyes dart between Signe and Chaser, and she gives a faint nod. "Just spread the word for me, then. Anyway. Banes. We got a scouting party? A way to keep 'em from getting tainted like Jay?"

Three-Blades licks the cub on the hand before returning to her spot next to the wall, where there is a little more space. I think it was something he ate. A piece of the bane, perhaps. He'd been attacking the thing in darkness, tooth and claw. A wry lupine grin spreads over her features. Chew, don't swallow.

Banecruncher rumbles. Chaser commands the scouting mission. Fights-for-Hope, One-Rage and Three-Blades will support. Sepdet will provide the information she has, in whatever way she and Chaser work out. Anything else you need, Chaser-Rhya? This is too important to leave to chance. Who do you suggest for an Umbral scout?

Banecruncher thinks we need any theurge you would recommend, Sepdet-Rhya, to study the spirits and warn what may be their greatest danger.

Chaser frowns, her brow furrowing a little. as she considers. "We gonna try to scout this quiet, rather than throwin' down right away? Scout it, then come back another night?"

Kaz agrees, "Ain't cold," and unlocks various locks. "C'mon." To Signe, she adds, "I'll bug you later f'details."

Kaz heads upto the ground floor. Kaz has left.

Signe waves to Kaz, nodding.

Banecruncher rumbles agreement. We will. I think we will need more force than we have to destroy it. We may have to call on warriors from the woods.

Jamethon thinks a moment though. "I must mention... with Hanford around the corner I'm not sure where I will be in recent time. So it would be nice to know when you plan on doing this, so I can plan around it."

Sepdet casts around the apartment searching for something. "Anyone have a notepad?" she mutters. "Stylus? Pen? Charcoal?" At Banecruncher's request, she grimaces. "Unfortunately that was Quiet's knack, and I'm not sure any of the other older theurges have it. I'm familiar with a fair number of spirits, so I may be able to peg 'em for you, but I can't guess a weak spot just by smelling them."

Chaser glances to Signe, perhaps for confirmation. "Might wanna drag in Dante. Kid's got a good nose."

Three-Blades paws at her muzzle and gives a small shake of her fur. Not even a force of five would be able to destroy what is in there, she intones with a grim growl of discomfort. Dante has agreed to help. I've asked him this afternoon. Eamon-rhya also may want to join. His den is near there, I think. Banecruncher is more concerned with their strengths, so we can warn the warriors against them.

Chaser nods, a little jerk of her head.

Bernie follows Kaz out, grabbing her backpack on the way, and gives the assemblage a quick wave as she exits.

Signe doesn't seem to mind Chaser's suggestion and simply nods in answer. She adds, for herself, "do we want muscle backing up the scout team just in case? Or do I just get to wait?"

Banecruncher looks at Signe and rumbles thoughtfully. Who would you take for a fast strike? If you back up the scouts, it would be for fast strike, like a weasel.

Three-Blades rumbles in agreement, we should have back up ready to jump in if the situation is worse than deemed.

Signe grins ferally. "I can round up four or five fighters, I'm sure."

Chaser tilts her head. "Yah. Just enough t'get us all outta there, y'know?" She studies Signe, as if measuring what the woman might think.

((Long distance to the room: Three-Blades briefly imagines an evil tainted bunny, sitting in the middle of the shelter.))

Jamethon ponders this then looks to Kaz as she leaves and returns his gaze to Sepdet. "You think Mama Rat might be willing to romp in the sewers if someone asked her?"

((Banecruncher pages to the room: Ouch. Eeeevil. Yi. Who's got the Holy Hand Grenade?
Sepdet pages to the room: hey, we've fought a tainted bunny before. (I'm not kidding.)
Chaser pages to the room: I bet that was Wakshaani.
Long distance to the room: Three-Blades boggles at Sepdet. Log?
Jamethon pages to the room: Sally MacKay I believe.
From afar, to the room, Sepdet honestly forgets. Lots and LOTS of battles over the years, and I have dino senility. Annyway. :)))

Sepdet considers Jamethon's question. "I imagine she's eager to get her nest cleared. It would take heavy coaxing, though: spirits think it's our job to protect them, not the other way around." She smiles lopsidedly. "What have you in mind, Get?"

Signe leaves the spirit talk to those more capable and lapses into impatient silence again. She does give Banecruncher a sidelong look, asking quietly enough that it is meant for just the two of them, "You won't be in the scouting party, right? So you, me, and I'll find a few others. We can be backup?"

Three-Blades' ears perk at the mention of her sept's totem. Spirit allies would be good. It would help if we had talens, to make those who don't know the gift of blurring to the eye less visible.

Banecruncher likes that idea. Fast and strong warriors are what we need.

Jamethon thinks a moment longer and answers in short time, "Well, if we have as many Garou with us as we hope to, there would be little for Rat to fear except not being the one to help clear her own land. Besides, the Farmhouse needs food right, well... I'm sure Rat wouldn't mind any either... So we can kill two metaphorical birds with one stone. I've got some flow, I'll go get some goods at the market, bring a good amount to the farmhouse and the rest can be sent to Rat as a 'favor'.

Sepdet nods to Jamethon. "I think the kin have restocked the farmhouse somewhat, but they're probably still a bit short. Sure. Again, what favor do you want to ask Rat?"

Jamethon thinks on that and frowns. "Well, I only considered Rat because she is the right spirit for that location. I don't really know much about her in general. But I'm sure there is something she can be helpful for. Perhaps for talens, perhaps for backup, perhaps as a run ahead for the scouting pack? I'm not sure really."

Chaser purses her lips in thought, and watches Sepdet and Signe quietly.

Signe folds her arms across her chest and tries to get comfortable while the theurges work out certain details. If she notices Chaser's thoughtful looks, she doesn't return them right now.

Three-Blades echoes Chaser in the listening, knowing her place now is to wait for the plans to form, volunteering any suggestions. We ask Rat to run ahead, to see where the enemies lie so we can avoid them. To provide us with stealth, the ability to see in darkness, or just strengthen our number with her warriors.

Sepdet nods. "Lesson number one: don't ask spirits for help more than you must; give them whatever gifts or help you can spare. That way they're more willing to pitch in when you really -do- need their aid. 'Sides, squashing 'em into talens gives 'em a headache." She looks at Yi. "However, we can ask Rat those things. I recommend Elan to ask, though, since Rat doesn't always trust those who follow Owl." She smiles thinly.

Sepdet growls again, "Someone got paper I can make a map with? -Lots- of it?"

Signe points to a drawer in the kitchen which holds both pen and paper.

Three-Blades whuffs in volunteer. I would go with Elan-rhya, if my sept's totem being Rat as well would help in our askance.

Three-Blades trots into the kitchen, shifting upward to her breed form. With a quiet sliding of the drawer and rustling of paper, she comes back with a stack of the flattened trees and a couple pens. With a smile to the Strider theurge she offers them to her.

Sepdet nods. "Sounds good, Yi." She moves off into the kitchen, gets out the paper and some pens, and flops down on her belly on the floor to start drawing. The image is a little incongruous; she looks like a gradeschooler working with crayons, especially since, for whatever reason, her drawing-hand is rather unsteady and digs into the paper with random jerks now and then.

Sepdet will evidently be busy for some while on this project, but keeps an eye on the discussion in the living room. "So. Is our plan set?"

Signe says, "We need a date, and an exact course. where they go in, and where the back up will be."

Banecruncher agrees. For that we need those pictures.

Chaser leans a shoulder against the wall, and watches Sepdet. "You show me the layout, and I'll see if I can figure out how we go in."

Sepdet mutters. "I'm getting there." It is indeed some time before she delivers a legible and fairly neat map; the labels look strangely like hieroglyphics, and her Egyptian training is fairly clear. So is her handicap. Anyone who comments on the length of time it takes her to draw gets a fairly impressive glare.

Yi sits down crosslegged across from the Strider and observes the drawings with interest. "There was a narrow stretch of pipe before it split into left and right. We took the right, heading south, maybe east, where it got more damp and dark quickly." Yi gazes at the drawings a little more blankly, lost in her memory of the sewer. Place was dark as hell, couldn't see much at all.

Sepdet nods grimly and points to a part of the pipes near the fountain. "Probably there."

Chaser paces over, slowly, to look over Sepdet's shoulder. "Yah. Makes sense. Been a while since I was down there."

Sepdet says grimly, "Four years since I spent time down. And the last time, my dear brother and I blew up an area right under the fountain. That may have changed somewhat, but the general layout should be the same."

Yi nods, silent in her observation of the map. After a short while, she glances up at Signe and Banecruncher. "If there is a Shadow scouting, it maybe useful for them to scout above, where the fountain is in the Realm."

Banecruncher rumbles in satisfaction. Spread the word that we are forming a pack in the industrial part of the city, west of the church. We plan to quest for Raccoon.

Banecruncher will consider anyone who is willing to fight the enemy within the city.

Yi straightens in her sitting with a quiet crick of bones in her back, glancing at Banecruncher and nodding.

Chaser glances to Signe, sidelong.

Sepdet looks sidelong at Banecruncher, sighing. "Odd. No packs for ages, then we all leap at the same things. I was aiming for the bandit, too, but I don't think I can do that now."

Signe's brow rises in faint surprise at Banecruncher's news, but she remains otherwise stoic in her usual, natural frown. Finally, she stirs. "We're done with the planning?"

Yi runs a hand through her hair and glances at the Strider with a curious air. "It seems so. It's all we can do for now," she says softly.

Sepdet sits up. "I should get back to the lake," she observes darkly.

Yi coughs softly and rises to her feet, brushing off her jeans. "Yes, I think this meeting is finished then," she says tucking a strand of blackish brown hair behind her ear. Her eyes cast around the room. "I'd best be going to patrol." Her eyes then look down at the Strider's drawings. "When the maps are finished, they can be left here, I imagine." The raggie gnawer heads towards the door, glancing at Banecruncher with a raised brow.

"Have fun," Chaser says dryly. "Don't get turned into a fine red mist."

Banecruncher rises to his feet and rumbles agreement. Too much planning is as bad as not enough. Now we gather our forces and make them learn to work together. The barking chain can call me. Or you can find me in our territory.

Signe lets the impromptu meeting disperse on its own after her first word. her eye eventually falls on Chaser. "You hanging around for a bit?"

Yi gives Chaser a wry grin as she unlocks and opens the door, allowing the lupus to pass through before exiting.