((Lenny pages to the room: Meanwhile -- Yi's coming in on a boat from Hong Kong. There's this Kinfolk here who gets a message to this effect, comes and tells us. (Ok, so she's been background Kin before.) So we know she's coming in tonight, we just don't know which boat. Would y'all rather start with the waiting bit, or d'you wanna RP some of the Kin wandering around and telling people things?))

Banecruncher pads into the docks area and sniffs suspiciously. Too much open space. Too much water.

Jay follows after Baney as he draws the jacket about his shoulders. A slight mist passing his lips as he draws in each deep breath through the cold, night air. His opaque gaze travels from side to side, listening to frisket rumble as his worn sneakers thump against the ground.

Xia is leaning on a box at the edge of the pier. He's smoking, wisps of it curling up into the air. The mutt gets a slight nod, but no other acknowledgement -- he's been talked to already. "Soon. One hopes."

Shadow Eyes trots along beside Jay, acting like a dog being walked.

Jay sniffs slightly at the air as he crosses his arms, dipping his head in a slight gesture towards the pier, seeing the shadowy visage of Xia in the darkness. Clearing his throat loudly, he continues forward, being the only one who can really speak easily with the man.

The man continues to inhale occasionally, smoke puffing out in gusts. "The boat name, I know. The woman's name, I know. Anything else, I become annoyed by."

The sound of a slightly odder slosh of water travels through the air, the docks eerily quiet. From the misty haze in the darkness, the front bow of the boat appears, working its way towards a pier a short distance away. It finally eases into the pier with a small thump, and the sound of ropes being thrown down onto the docks follows.

Shadow Eyes pads over towards the other man, staing by Jay. He sits down and waits, ears rotating in alert position.

"Whats the name of the boat, and whats the name of the girl?" Jason asks as he raises up one dark brow to the man, drawing a few bangs away from his face as the slight breeze toys with his flesh, sending rippling goosebumps upon his exposed arms and neck.

Banecruncher rumbles impatiently. Don't like boats either.

"All right, let's get these boxes off and onto the docks. We've been on this floatin' barge fer a near month," comes a voice, only in a growled Cantonese dialect.

Xia narrows his eyes, looking at the boat hopefully. "The woman, her name is Yi. The boat, its name is Silver Star. And," he concludes, "This would be our object. This boat." He seems, in his own curt way, very happy about this.

((You paged the room with '"My first RP, and already my brain and fingers are protesting. Xia would be able to tell what they're saying. :)'.
Lenny pages to the room: Aye, cap'n.))

There is a slight scrape, underneath the pier. Independent of all these noises of boats. It's probably hard to hear, really.

Jay shifts his eyes to the boat, listening to the voice in the background. "Where is she ganna be at? I'm sure she won't just walk right off." His voice continues to rumble slightly as he drops one hand down into his jacket.

The side of the boat periodically thumps against the pier, sending waves through the rotting wood as the group makes their way towards the boat. A few sailors are busily tying the boat down, while others go to work pushing crates into a position so they could pick them off with a nearby crane.

Shadow Eyes begins to sniff at people and crates being unloaded, tail wagging slightly.

((You paged the room with '"I just realized, I have no clue how they get crates on and off boats. Eep. We'll just assume they can pick 'em off.'.
Lenny pages to the room: They tend to have cranes and stuff, but older boats, run down docks, this makes sense to me.
From afar, to Yi and Shadow Eyes, Lenny would assume lupe garou is scentable even through fish, so feel free to get a box and do pointerisms at it.))

Jay watches the men work the docks as his keen eyes pick apart each detail. Narrowing his pools, he waits for the man to respond before coming to a decision.

Gradually, a sailor or two notice the crowd and eye them suspiciously, but continue on their business. One of them decides to take up a call towards the eldest looking man, which is Xia. "You're here for the tuna?"

Banecruncher decides that while he's not fond of water, he's fond of fish, and pads toward the crates for some good sniffing.

The man tosses this cigarette into the water. "Don't know. She didn't tell me that. She seemed rather less than talkative about anything." There is a short pause, as Xia stares at the man, and then he says, "Yes. We are. It is paid for already. Shall I sign?"

Somewhat louder, this time, there is the sound of... something, scraping against metal..

Jay nods his head and turns, letting one hand trail down to gently run across Shadow-Eye's furry ears, turning his back to them as he heads off, softly whispering. "Help me find her.. sniff about the crates... I'll watch the docks and make sure she doesn't just..happen to walk out and head past us."

One of the boxes getting loaded off comes down smelling differently. Lupus can tell it's the smell of a wolf, albeit a fairly good stench of one. A sailor scowls at Bane, waving a hand in a motion for the 'dog' to get away. He curses at the curious sniffer in Cantonese. The sailor addressing Xia quickly jumps down with a clipboard in hand, and proceeds towards the group. He seems to be the captain, but really doesn't look any better than the rest of the ragtag bunch.

Banecruncher follows the crate and snarls at the waving hands. No doubt about it...they get too close, they're going to be missing those hands.

From the inside of the crate a slight scraping just audible to those lupine can be heard over the men's occassional calls to each other. The sailor waving his hands at Bane glares menacingly, apparently having no respect for even big dogs.

Xia murmurs, "Not now," very firmly, towards the lupus, and takes a step or two forward to sign for it. His signature is very official. In two languages, even. "My thanks. We will remove it. Have you a cart?"

Jay glances over to the waving and shouting man, heading over. Obviously, Baney has found something and this peaks his intrest. Clearing his throat, he calls over to him. "Careful.. That dog is a mean one. " He tries to catch the man's attention, letting his voice turn a bit persuasive as he concentrates. "It'd be best to walk away and leave him alone."

Jay pages to Lenny and Three-Blades: Using the gift of persuasion

The captain glances at the clipboard, and then turns to the sailors and calls for them to hurry up and get the last two crates off the boat. He turns to Xia and laughs at the man. "A cart? What do you think I am, a shipping service?" Quite ironic of the man to say, but no, he doesn't have any land based transportation. The sailor glances at Jay, though not quite understanding the English, mutters something about dogs being rather tasty and stalks back up the runway into the boat, leaving the crate on the docks.

Banecruncher rumbles after the departing sailor, deep in his chest. I gotcher tasty right here.

Shadow Eyes's ears splay at the 'tasty' comment and he bares his fangs for a bit.

Jay heads to the crate, softly kicking it with his foot, listening for a moment as he looks about, then drops his gaze to baney. "Something in there boy?" He says playfully, pretending its owner and pet, buisness as usual. "Just fish right?"

Three-Blades scrapes at the inside of the crate a little more, distinctively feeling the ground come to a halt from a whole 3 weeks on the rolling sea and sudden crate shifting.

Xia moves directly after Jay. "Come. We take it elsewhere. Now." That said, he helps the young man take it off into the shadow of the wharves, hissing, "Not yet," at the box.

Jay raises a brow at the ordering of the man, but helps pick up the crate, his muscles straining upon his flesh as they carry it off to the shadows.

The sailors finish up their crate moving and gather on the docks, chatting with each other while a few of them finish up their duties. Their captain remains on the boat, writing something on the clipboard before disappearing into the cabin, coming back out, and joining his men on the pier.

Banecruncher sniffs at the crate and rumbles softly. Smells like the one.

The scrape of metal on something arises again. The Gnawers are now basically out of sight of the sailors, off in the shadow of a few buildings.

Shadow Eyes's ears perk up as he listens to what might be the sound of someone moving. He pads forwards a bit.

Jay cracks his knuckles, then glances at the crate, pondering how to open it. He doesn't have a crow bar, at least, not here, maybe in the trunk of his car. But he left that...at home. Humming to himself softly, he glances to baney and shadow eyes, softly whispering. "You two think yer hispo claws can rip a few boards off? I don't have anything on me.."

Three-Blades falls silent in the box, listening to the movement around the crate, sniffing around from the inside.

Banecruncher sniffs and swivels his ears, listening for anything other than those he knows in the immediate area. Once he's sure there's no other twolegs around, he bites down on one of the boards and pulls back.

Shadow Eyes looks around a bit, carefully.

Jay takes out his switch blade and flicks it open, then kneels next to Baney, jabbing it into the board he's jerking at, trying to wedge it carefully, to help the feral along. "Hmm..not as good as a crow bar...but it should do." He says softly, glancing over the brim of the crate to the pier, then back to their work.

The board gives way with just minor bits of trouble, splintering and folding inward. An odious aroma wafts out from the crate as it is opened, fouling both lupus and human nostrils with its stench. From the inside one could see something more than fish. ;)

It's at about this point that sailors start screaming. Given as sailors don't usually scream, something would seem to be up.

Banecruncher horfs on the dock and growls unpleasantly. Smells like a damned privy.

Jay blinks and jerks himself up, stepping forward quickly, whispering down to them. "Keep going guys.. I'm going to see what the fuck they are yelling 'bout."

Shadow Eyes whips his head around and leaps up on a couple crates to look back towards the screaming.

Three-Blades growls from her place inside, a little frightened to say the least. She hadn't expected company when she landed.

Jay peers out of the shadows towards the pier, gripping his knife tightly in his fist as he dips his head down a bit to watch, not stepping out enough to be caught.

Jay and Elan see, well, Tentacles, mostly. With claws on the end. And about 5 impaled sailors, as well. Still screaming. They vanish into the water -- no body evident, as yet.

((From afar, to the room, Lenny flings a materialized thing on the pile. *Fwing*!
Jay pages to the room: yargh! :)
Shadow Eyes pages to the room: Naughty Tentacles!
You paged the room with '"That's so...wrong. Aiya.'.
Banecruncher pages to the room: Smacks Lenny around. Naughty Tentacles BAD!
Lenny pages to the room: This is NOT Urotsoican'tspellit.
You paged the room with 'Urotsukidoji. Just think, La Blue Garou. {dies}'.))

Max ambles along, hands in her pockets, hood up, kneepads in place. Action-Figure Max. The screaming helps her to locate the other Garou and she heads over to the shadows to stop near Shadow Eyes, shifting restlessly from foot to foot. "Yo, boss."

Jay shifts his eyes to Max, then back to the scene as he steps out, heading over as by Ahroun nature. Cautious as always, he draws the hood of his jacket up over his head, shadowing his features.

Shadow Eyes seeing that with a giant materialized Bane that any secrecy is moot, grows up into Crinos and howls his defiance at the monster.

Banecruncher claws at the crate. If there's another garou in here, then we could damned sure use the help, even if it does stink like a privy.

As Jay watches, another tentacle creeps up over the dock, and flops around, seeking... Something. Elan's howl gives it a target, and it darts at him, hooking solidly into his shoulder -- and /pulling/.

Three-Blades pushes from the inside with the side of her head, a triangular tipped ear sticking out of the hole Banecruncher made. And almost suddenly, the wood splits as her form gets bigger.

Jay watches the tentacle lash by him and steps to the side. His head turns, watching it strike the Elder. Grunting loudly, he shifts up to his war form, stepping quickly into the tentacle as his claws lash out in fury, hoping to get two clean shots in.

Shadow Eyes growls and slashes at the tentacle hooked into him, seeking to seperate it from the main body. His claws flash and try to bite deep, fueled by his Rage.

Banecruncher sees the wood splintering and tears at it more violently. Given the circumstances, he shifts up into crinos and uses his full strength to shatter the wood.

Max shifts to crinos out of surprise more than anything, watching Elan dragged away by the tentacle. The cub dives after him, scrabbling across slick dock to grab at the tentacle, further down the line, roaring inarticulately at it.

Elan is dragged quite aways, in a brief moment, until the combined slashing of two Garou, the tentacle is rather thoroughly slashed into bits -- but there are already new ones, scraping into the sides of the ship, flopping onto the dock and searching.

Three-Blades is freed, leaping away from the crate spot and landing on all fours. She pauses with her hackles raised until she spots Banecruncher in crinos. Ears cant to either side in confusion, but then she turns her ears and head towards the sounds of fighting.

Xia, no fool he, fades backwards, and quickly, off into the city.

One-Rage spins around in his maddening fury as his eyes narrow to thin slits. Dropping to the ground, he goes four to the floor, rushing forward in a dash towards the other tentacles, ready to dodge and strike if need be with his claws.

Banecruncher immediately spins to charge the tentacles. Whatever it is, the heart of the problem is beneath the ship. ~I HATE WATER!~ he howls as he leaps off the end of the dock and dives for the spot where the tentacles are coming from.

Three-Blades watches Banecruncher tear off on all fours and lashes her tail. Damned night in foreign country. She rushes out and onto the docks, stopping momentarily at the sight of the tentacles.

The impaled sailors finally stop screaming, which is probably a relief, in some ways. The rest of them have long ago boiled into the night -- who knows what they'll report later. Several tentacles dart out, again, and impale charging Garou -- Elan, Jay, Max -- dragging at them. One darts at Banecruncher, but he's so busy diving into the water it misses. *Splash* goes the ahroun.

Finding himself impaled, One Rage in the Shadows skids backwards, digging his claws into the heavy planks beneath him. Dragging his claws down, he attempts to tear it off his body, razor sharp talons streaking quickly towards to its meat.

Max scrabbles against the dock, trying most irritably to extricate herself from the hold of the tentacle. ~Off!~ She's not so adept at her tribesmates at disentangling herself.

Shadow Eyes slashes at the hooking tentacle again, snarling as he does so. He braces himself to keep from being pulled closer to the water.

Three-Blades howls her own battlecry as she shifts upward into her warform. Instead of charging, she slips as quietly as she can over the wood, towards the seeming base of the tentacles.

Banecruncher claws at the tentacles in the water around him, pulling himself closer to their core and biting at whatever gets close enough to reach with his jaws.

Three-Blades reaches the edge of the pier, seeing the seething waters below. She looks around to see if there's anything she can use to possibly pull the beast out from underneath the pier. ~Need a fishing pole if I want to go catch something,~ she growls to herself.

Max half frees herself, but that mostly just means the claw drags on her skin more, as it slides her forward. Jay's talons cut sharply, and he extricates himself quite quickly, as does Elan. Both of them, given as they'd braced themselves against the pull, fall over. Ooof. Banecruncher, frothing in the water, slams inot the bane, several times -- as it slams into him. No fishing pole is needed, apparently, since it's rising, proving to /be/ mostly tentacles, up out of the water and making for the dock, even as it struggles with Banecruncher. In addition to endless tentacles, the thing does have a main body -- purplish, warty, and mostly mouth. And teeth.

One-Rage grips the tentacle and throws it to the side as he slashes it off him. Rumbling, he quickly pushes himself up, leaping towards the fray as his claws extend. Roaring out, he hopes to plunge head first into the thing, snapping with tooth and claw. ~GERONIMO!~

Three-Blades growls at the sight of the bane. ~Lovely.~ Instead of pressing forward, she moves back and away from the base of the beast and its many tentacles. She goes back for the fishing crates, and heaves one up, running back towards the bane with fishcrate in tow.

Banecruncher claws at the bane with rage-fueled speed, going straight for the body and attempting to tear it open like a badly swollen boil.

Max tears at the remains of the tentacle with her claws, learning the ancient-ginzu-secret by trial and error. She then runs here and there, practicing this new skill and random, advancing tentacles.

Shadow Eyes simply shakes his head as Jay dives in and rears back. ~*Do Nothing*~ he Commands the Bane, clenching his claws until the blood comes in his palms.

Three-Blades shouts at the bane while she runs. ~Damned tentacles! Two can play with many...~

Yi stuffs the remains of her temporary home down the bane's thraot as she dives for it. It growls uncomfortably, but given as Jay is slashing it from one direction and Banecruncher from the other, it can't seem to do much about it but bleed a lot. (It's bleeding green.) Max's efforts get her stung once or twice again, some of which actually sink in fairly deeply. She's busily being dragged toward the creature yet /again/ when Elan grates his command, and the spirit just freezes, frustration oozing from its pores.

Now that Elan has done a good job at stopping it, One-Rage simply drives his claws straight down into one of its recently wounded spots, trying to tear out meat and muscle alike, snarling as the green blood spurts out across his fur. The golden glow of his orbs narrow slightly into thin lines as he strikes over and over, slashing powerfully with each shot.

Banecruncher tears at the bane's disgusting body with tooth and claw, the combination of being wet, being chewed on, and being so near the full moon, adding together to give him all the purely pissed-off rage he needs.

Shadow Eyes pants a bit, and concentrates, watching the Bane.

Three-Blades turns her head, howling to the docks, almost like entreating something to come out of the woodwork.

Max alternates indignant, pained howls and murky demands that the creature go do things with itself that are best not repeated out of Garou. She's been dragged over most of the dock by the time Elan stops the thing. And now -- again -- she goes about extricating herself irritably.

Three-Blades in the meantime, glares at the bane and advances with claws splayed, slashing away any tentacles that would happen to venture near her while she slips towards the main bulk of the beast.

Shadow Eyes still concentrates, watching to see if the beast slips his Command. The spirit, which had been smalling fairly awful before, starts exuding... It smells sugary. Sort of. From out of the woodwork, seemingly, insects of all descriptions fall on the bane, stinging, irritating, harrassing. As if that weren't bad enough, Banecruncher and Jay basically rip the thing open stem to stern, just as it starts moving again. It gives a rather despairing sort of howl, contorts once, and, tossing Max about a little as she finally gets disentangled, spluts onto the dock and goes rather still.

Three-Blades grabs the bane's mouth with her claws, planting a footpaw on the 'head' and heaves backwards, wanting to tear its jaws out, apparently very miffed that it spoiled her evening.

Banecruncher doesn't notice - or doesn't care - that the bane isn't moving, and keeps tearing at it as long as there's anything solid to tear at.

One-Rage continues on with his claws for a moment, then pushes himself up as the gore and blood drips down his pelt, the scent of excitement filling the air. Growling loudly, he spits down onto the corpse. ~Bitch~

Shadow Eyes sits back and lets the others handle things, especially watching the cub. Eventually, the insects fade back where they came from. Banecruncher, meanwhile, purees the bane.

Three-Blades tears out the jaws and stands with the opened fangs in her claws. Stepping back a few paces, she raises her muzzle to the sky and howls long and loud, victory!

One-Rage takes a deep breath, then glances over to Elan and Max, looking the cub over, blinking as she seems to have gotten the brunt of the attack. Rubbing his shoulder slightly, he shifts back down to his near man form, to continue to heal the slight puncture in his stomach, and to not catch attention.

Max rolls away from a sea of torn tentacles, grumbling gutterally before she shifts back down to homid, looking like she was an extra on the prom set of 'Carrie'. "No one said nuthin' 'bout no octopus in heat." She heads over Elan, looking from familiar to foreign faces.

Banecruncher rumbles in annoyance as the bane's shreds give him no more satisfactory resistance. ~That'll teach you to get me wet.~ He shrinks down to hispo and pads back toward the others so he can flop down by the Bigdog and lick his wounds.

Three-Blades's howl fades off into the night, and she turns from the bane, clutching the jaws in one claw. She looks to the others. ~That wasn't my idea of a flashy entrance.~

Elan shifts back down to homid. "We're not done yet. Hide everything you can and get all this shit outta the way. The bane will disperse back into the Shadow, but these bodies won't..."

Max sets about following Elan's orders, muttering to herself as she does so. "...something to suck, alright..."

Jay grumbles as he glances down at his shredded clothing, barely hanging to his body. His jeans are torn apart at the knee and hip, covered in the grime of the monster's guts. The sweat shirt is torn as well, the hood hanging at his back slightly. Looking down at himself, he lifts his head up at the sound of the elder's words. Making his way towards the sailor's bodies, he makes ready to dispose of the trash.

All these howls may not, yet, have attracted police, but they have attracted other things. Like, say, Kaz. She fades out of the darkness near the wharves and growls softly, "Who the fuck is making alla this noise? Damn near woke me /up/."

Three-Blades pauses, as she was about to say something, but then silences her thoughts and walks to edge of the pier. She reaches down and plucks an impaled sailor from the water. The captain of the crew.

Banecruncher rumbles in his chest and pads toward the mess. Dead twolegs on the docks. Like this is anything new. Maybe their boat caught fire, huh?

Three-Blades gets the idea, heaving the captain onto the boat's deck.

Max stops dragging some sailor-part or another to look over to Kaz with a small, tired grin. "Yo, Zee."

Jay grabs a body, lifting it up easily with one hand by the shirt, then glances over to Kaz. His Ahroun blood is not quite satiated yet, so he remains silent. Launching forward, he throws the body onto the boat, watching it bounce and slump to the side.

Banecruncher growls and hurls bits of twoleg, bane, broken stuff, whatever is handy. The twolegs can set the fire.

Three-Blades heaves a couple more sailors and slashed tentacles onto the pile on the decks and looks to the others.

"Yo, Max. What is this, All My Chilren gone horribly wrong?" Kaz gives the copious puncture slits in the cubs's clothing a worried look, but for the moment just helps toss things. After a thoughtful moment, she looks at Max. "Got that lighter?"

Three-Blades disappears up the runway onto the deck and into the boat for a moment, leaving banejaws on the docks. She reappears with a can of gas in her massive claws, and pops the top like a can of pop.

Max reaches into her shirt and pulls out a -- voila! -- lighter which she deftly tosses to Kaz. Kaz's arrival seems to assuage some of the cub's irritability and she helps toss a few more bits and pieces to the boat.

Jay continues to clean up until there is nothing left to throw on the dock, then heads over to them, crossing his bare arms over his chest, the sleeves of his jacket torn away from the shift.

Three-Blades pours the gas onto the pile, throws the can into it as well, and jumps off the boat onto the docks.

Three-Blades picks her souvenir back up from the docks, looking at the jaws. She can't seem to decide whether to add it to the pile, or keep it for posterity.

The metis gives the cub a wide happy sort of grin, and tosses it back. "Nuh-uh. 'Member me, human flamethrower? You get one side, I'll get the other, 'kay?"

Max grins at Kaz. "Wicked." She heads to the opposite side of the boat as Kaz.

Three-Blades decides on keeping the jaws for as long as possible. Her first material possession in America. Realizing she's still in Crinos, she shifts back down to near-human and watches the pyromania commence.

After a brief moment of concentration, Kaz gouts a small ball of fire at the boat. While this doesn't completely start the fire going, the metis' search for the gas tank, which she then rips open (shifting into glabro and back out to do so) and pours on Max's side of the boat, helps things considerably. After wiping her hands, she pauses to give Yi a curious look.

Jay draws his torn jacket about his body as he stays silent, fuming a bit as his smoldering eyes dampen a bit from the fresh rage of the nearing full moon. A night of glory, and still, he hungers. In more ways then one. Glancing over to Yi, he dips his head in a nod. "Welcome to America." Turning, he heads towards her on lumbering footsteps, his glabro form creating gentle creaks.

Max deftly lights her side of the boat with the lighter she wields in one hand.

*Fwoosh* By the light of the crackling fire, Kaz asks Yi, "So, like, you got a name, or something?"

Banecruncher pads toward the stranger and sniffs curiously. Bane gunk doesn't smell any better than that crate did.

Yi watches the flames rise up into the night sky, briefly thinking of the lights of Hong Kong before turning her gaze at Jay. With the hint of a smile, she nods in thanks for the welcome, and turns to Kaz. "My name is Song Yi Ling," she says with that classic Chinese accent akin to those of shopkeepers in Chinatown.

Max circles back around the flaming boat, watching it turn into a floating bonfire with sharp, avid eyes. She heads Kaz-ward without really ever looking away from the fire.

Banecruncher thinks we should find another place to talk.

Kaz's accent is fairly well unidentifiable, although certainly, it has nothing to do with correct grammar. "Kaz. Ears, t'Garou. An' Baney's right, let's get the hell outta here b'fore the fire department rains on us."

The flickering array of shadows creates a soft ambiance about Jay as he rocks about on the balls of his feet, feeling the heat play behind him within the encompassing darkness. Glittering flickers of Lunas light portray within his opulent bright optics as he looks the girl over, then nods to Kaz. "Church sound cool? Or.. the junkyard?"

Yi shifts a little uncomfortably as well, though not because they are exposed, but rather because she's finally realized she's new to the whole American scene, and surrounded by strange Garou.

Banecruncher rumbles in approval. Church is good. Is open place for us.

Jay nods his head to Bane, then clears his throat. "The church it is." He glances to Yi once more and offers her a slight smile through the hardened features of his glabro state, then turns, motioning with a hand as he begins to saunter back to the city.

[Then, after travelling westward to Jermantown Ave.]

Forgotten Church(#1801RAJLM)
The old church is dark, dimly lit by outside light coming in through scum-encrusted windows during the day, and tomblike during the night. There is a coatroom in the back of the nave, with separate doors leading off to mens' and womens' restrooms, and two staircases, one going up to the balcony and bell-tower, and the other leading down to the basement. The double doors leading out to the street are at the back of the coatroom.
The hard wooden pews in the sanctuary are, for the most part, still intact. There are even Bibles and hymnals left in the shelves along the back of each row, although many of them look rather chewed on. The altar on a dais at the front of the church is empty, and the lectern that once stood next to it has been knocked over. Rotting red cloth hangs at the very front of the church; there might once have been a design on it, but it has long since faded or been eaten away.
Contents:
Obvious exits:
Street Basement

Yi enters somewhat hesitantly, peering into the darkness and clutching the bane jaws like it was something valuable.

Kaz, perhaps predictably, flops onto a pew as soon as she gets near one. "So yeah, hey, welcome t'St. Claire."

Jay slips through the doors, his eyes narrowed into a purposeful stare as he glances about the domain. The church has become a second home to him, and he's grown quite territorial lately. Shifting down to his homid form, his clothing relaxes as the last remains of thick muscle slips back to his broadend visage. Sliding onto a pew, he shoves a bible off and to the side, rumbling softly in his throat.

Banecruncher pads into the church and finds the largest open floor space to sprawl on. Hispos take up lots of room.

Yi sits atop a pew, her feet planted on the seat. "Thank you all...for the welcome. You fought well," she notes to the ones involved in the fight.

Jay nods his head towards Yi as he slides a knee up to his chest, leaning against it. "Your welcome Song Yi. We live to beat up a lil ass when it comes around." Reaching up with a hand, he pushes back the floppy mop of brown hair on his face, grumbling about going home to take a shower. "You got a place ta' stay at Yi?"

"Patrollin's borin'," mutters Kaz. "Miss fights that way. Anyways, I'm Ears t'Garou, a Galliard an' alla that. Metis, 'case it matters. S'why here?"

Yi looks blankly at Jay, not understanding his fast speech nor Kaz's.

Banecruncher looks up at the twoleg. Banecruncher. Ahroun. Mutt.

You say "Please call me Yi. I am a no-moon, from Hong Kong."

Jay blinks at Yi's blank stare, then blinks again. Glancing over, he says a lot slower. "I'm Jason.. or One-Rage. Ahroun of the Gnawers. Do you have a place to stay at here in the city?" Slooooowly this time, but not condescending.

Kaz grates, in the Mother Tongue, ~Kaz. Ears, t'garou. Galliard, Bone Gnawer, alla that. Why have you come so far, t'be here?~

Yi nods to Jay first, answering his question with a slight stumble in her grammar, "No place to stay." Then she turns to gaze at the metis, "I'm looking for Xia Doh, kinfolk, so Grandmother Rui told me. Supposed to say 'Hi.'

((From afar, to the room, Lenny says, grandiosely, that we sort of vaguely know who Xia is, but not where he lives.))

Yi sighs almost as she says the last sentence, as if unbelieving she went through all this just to send greetings to someone she doesn't even know. "Oh, and I also am Three-Blades," she comments, slightly with pride but more with a sad undertone.

Grating again, she says, ~Oh, sure, Xia -- we can find him, like, once you ain't dog tired and stuff. And you can stay here.~ A brief glance to Jay. ~Right?~

Banecruncher rumbles agreement. Church is open to any city garou.

Yi looks around at the old church, its Christian type material just slightly less foreign to her than the whole culture clash. Thoughts tumble like waterfalls in her head. "Are you only Garou in this city?" she inquires, the flow of communicable English coming back to her as if she were talking to tourists of sorts.

Banecruncher grunts. Not. Only parts of packs in this part of city.

As Yi's ease with English increases, Kaz falls back into it -- although clearly trying to speak slowly. "We got some Walkers around. And a lot of Get. And more Gnawers, too.~

Yi nods, soaking up the information like a dry sponge in dishwater. She scratches at her arm, the banejaws that were set alongside her having faded away, leaving her with nothing. Then, she laughs as a thought passes through her mind. A sort of 'Haha, I'm such an idiot' laugh.

Kaz goes on, "The theurge that fought with you, Elan, he's Uncle here -- In charge. You can give him chiminage, once you've settled in." At the Ragabash's laugh, she sits up, looking at her curiously. "What?"

Yi continues laughing, a soft chuckle to herself. "I have brought no gifts..." she says, smiling at the metis. Unnerving in a strange way, to say the least. "And, I tossed my clothes into the bane like bones into a trashcan."

Kaz blinks. "Well, that sucks. I mean, we can get you more, but still."

Yi shrugs slightly, before sniffing just a little. She blushes, realizing...that stench is coming from her.

Banecruncher yawns. Twoleg clothes can be gotten.

"You... have a shower or bath, in this church?" Yi asks, quite visibly embarrassed. As said, when even the Gnawers think you stink, you -know- you have a problem.

Kaz either has no sense of smell or is incredibly polite. Pick one. "Huh? Shower? Um, I dunno, Baney? I know we got one down in the Rialto...?"

Banecruncher rumbles uncertainly. Shower is twoleg thing. Ask twolegs. He looks up to see if Jay is still awake. If is one, would be downstairs.

Yi decides to forego the English for a while and slip into Garou since they all could understand it. ~I'll check at a more convenient time for you all. And I have a question... why did you all come to the docks? How did you know I was coming on the boat?~

Jay heads back over to the group as he slings a tattered backpack over his shoulder, lumbering as his eyes glance to each in turn. "I got a shower at my place. Its not much, but your welcome to stay there with me."

Kaz says, ~I just followed the howling,~ grinning slightly. ~But I ran into Xia on the way over -- while he was getting out of the fighting. He said he told Banecruncher you were coming.~

Banecruncher heard about it from old twoleg.

Yi blinks at Jay. Stay with a guy? The thought brings back memories of her past, and she blanches slightly. Turning her mind off the intruding memories, she nods to Kaz. ~I was not expecting such a large welcoming party, though I'm grateful for it. That bane may have been more that I could handle.~ She grins with a quirk of her lip.

Kaz mutters, "Juuust a bit," and then adds, louder and more comprehensibly, "I gotta shower, at a place I used to live. It's not very warm, but you're welcome to it."

Jay scratches the back of his head, then shrugs his shoulders slightly at not getting a reply, then goes about roothing through his back pack. "Hmm... I know I gotta few candy bars in here somewhere.... dammit Nevada...if you snatched my butterfinger I'm ganna shove my foot so far up your ass you choke on my shoe laces."

Banecruncher rumbles in amusement.

Yi smiles at Jay and Kaz. ~I'm thankful for your offers. Though, it would not be too much trouble on your part?~ She slowly sinks down to sit properly on the pew, leaning against the wooden row on the front. ~I wonder...what Grandmother Rui wants me to do after I find Xia Doh and say 'Hi' to him,~ she muses more to herself than the others.

((Jay pages to the room: oooh..so close to the full moon. Jay: "GOD DAMMIT NEVADA! MY DAMN CANDY BAR IS GONE! *CRINOS* Rarrr!!!
Long distance to the room: Yi | Yi: Calm down. Here, have a moon cake. ;) ))

Kaz offers, ~Get to know him? Get to know this place? Make alliances for her? I bet, anyway.~

Kaz adds, after a moment, ~And it is no trouble at all to put you up. Truly.~

Jay shrugs shoulders slightly. ~Whatever is clever Song, *I* at least have a heater....somewhere...~ He casts a friendly grin to Kaz as he pulls out his candy bars, grumbling. "Ooh..thats it.. Nevada is so dead..screw his rite of passage.. He's ganna get killed tonight.."

Banecruncher snorts. Got into your candy stash?

Jay HUFFS. "Yes! I told him.. he can touch the 3 musketeers and Snickers..but if he touches my butterfinger, I'm going to kick his ass from here to there, then pick up the frequent fliar miles." Grumbles and runs a hand through his hair.

"Shit, Jay, relax. I been buskin' t'day -- I'll go /buy/ a few, whaddya say?" The metis grins, eyebrow raised. "Or," she adds, looking at Yi, ~Want to come, uh, lift some stuff with me?~

Banecruncher does not understand. Chocolate, yes. But the crunchy stuff they make butterfingers out of?

Jay snorts at Kaz and kicks his bag slightly with his worn sneaker, then starts to unwrap a snickers. "Its ok Earsy, I'll just munch on these and steal the kid's jingle bells socks he keeps wearing." Grinning, he looks to Crunch. "I don't understand it either.. I don't ask what goes in the meat of taco's as well...or hot dogs..some things in life is best unknown."

Yi looks at Kaz, and a smile spreads over her face. The actual word of 'lift' is not familiar to her, but the connotation Kaz says it in, she does. ~I have no better way of getting to know the city.~

Kaz shrugs. "Well, /I/ want some..." She grins at Yi, and rises to her feet. ~We'll... explore t'gether, then, huh?~

Yi nods and gets up from her spot in the pews. ~Lead on.~

Kaz does so, with glee.

Jay waves to them and yawns. "Later guys! Don't say good bye or anything, punks."

Yi pauses just before she exits, turning around to Jay. "Candy will rot your teeth, but that is no problem for Gnawers, eh?" She laughs and disappears before Jay can say any more.

Jay grumbles slightly and takes a bite off the snickers, then offers the rest down to Baney, leaning back in the bench, closing his eyes to thin slits as his chest rises and falls with each breath he takes. "Great...there goes the party."

[And after a bit of time... allowance for stealing stuff. KleptoYi]

Yi decides to return at this time, appearing again with a smile and a few pockets full of candybars. She pulls out a couple of Butterfingers, and tosses them down to Jay.

Jay blinks and catches the candy bars, glancing up at her with a slight grin. "Heh... Um... thanks.. I wasn't really that upset.. but... that was really cool of you." He's not sure if she's used to american slang, but being a full blooded californian, it comes natural. "Kaz take off for the night?"

Yi's expression goes from smile to a raised eyebrow as she interprets what he's saying. "Ah... yes, Kaz is... home now."

Yi jumps over a couple of pews and sits atop one in the same fashion she did the first time she came in the church, her spirit rather lightened by the rush of robbery. ~Would you know, where I could cleanse myself? I have been stuck in a fish box for a while.~ She smiles sweetly, not mentioning that 'a while' is nearly a whole 3 weeks.

Jay nods his head and pushes himself up, shrugging. "Hey... you can shower at my place if you want. I can drop you off there, then.. I guess I'll go on patrol for the rest of the night. Then come by in the morning. That ok?" He says, sliding his hands into his pockets after tucking the candy bars into his bag.

Yi nods, pulling out a couple of frozen burritos as well from her pockets and giving one to Banecruncher. ~Great. I thank you.~

Banecruncher yawns hugely, closes his jaws down around the burrito, and thumps his tail. You're going to fit in just fine around here.

Jay nods his head with a shrug. "Its not much, but its a roof over the head. No problem at all. Your family, its the least I can do."

Yi stands up from her spot, ready to depart again. She waits for Jay to bring her out, nodding at Baney in a 'you're welcome' way.

Jay shoulders the back pack with a fluid motion, flipping the straps easily. Yawning softly, he waves to Bane. "I'll be back in an hour or so after I show her how to get there. If ya need anything, put a bark on the chain an I'll come'a'running."

Banecruncher rumbles approval. No worries.

Jay turns and heads to the door, pushing them open, taking a deep breath of the cold, urban air of st'claire.

Yi follows Jay out, the hints of a couple more bags of Skittles and whatnot sticking out from her back jeans pockets.