Jay's Apartment
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Contents:
Nevada
Obvious exits:
Back Out

Yi steps into the apartment, closing the door gently behind her.

The sounds of a vacuum cleaner and a belting Galliard voice fill the apartment. "Call me a relic, call me what ya will! Say I'm old fashioned, say I'm ova th'hill! Today's music jus' ain't got th'same soul! I like dat old time rock n roll!" Wearing sweatpants, socks, and several tattoos, Nevada can make vacuuming dramatic. "Still like 'at old time rock n roll! Dat kinda music jus soothes th'soul! I reminisce about th'days of old, wi' dat old time rock n rol -- ro.. " A pause. Nevada has noticed Yi. "Well, I do," he remarks with a grin, then continues vacuuming.

Yi covers her mouth with a hand, giggling into the palm. She starts to take off her shoes, as was her habit when entering the living spaces of anyone. Her look is still a little wearied, a little dirty, perhaps from running around town.

"Where ya been, Mulan?" Nevada asks, his voice loud over the vacuum. The apartment is small, but comfortable, and looks a little cleaner than before. Cardboard boxes line the walls, and a bucket of soapy water sits on the kitchen fake tile.

Yi starts to reply in her usual quiet tone of voice, but realizes the vacuum is louder than a nexus crawler with a hernia. Instead she clears her throat softly, then belts out in a voice loud enough to rival Nevada's singing, only a little more stiltingly in her rocky English, "Walking in the city! Trying to find Shadow Eyes!"

"Shadow Eyes!?" Nevada yells, pushing the vacuum to devour dust along the wall. "Saw him last night!"

Yi moves over to the kitchen, where the bucket of soapy water stands, and stoops down for a moment to scoop some liquid into her hand, going over to the sink to wash off some dirt. "Ah!" she replies back, her Cantonese accent clearly more apparent in this loud a tone. "Where did you find him!?" she asks above the growling vacuum.

Nevada leans on the vacuum, surveying the room. Looks clean enough. For now. "In the church!" He turns off the vacuum. "Don't it stink in there!?" He shouts still, then looks a little sheepish at his loud tone.

Yi comes back out of the kitchen, her arms bit wet, her shirt a little damp. She flicks her head to whisk away the hair that had fallen in front of her face. "After sitting in a crate full of fish, for a month, I do not think anything could stink anymore. Except the sewer and the worm."

Jay wakes up in his bed room, yawning loudly as he pushes himself up. Heading out into the living room, he glances over to everyone, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

[You paged the room with 'Wow, he can sleep through Nevada's vacuuming and our shouting. ;)'.
Nevada pages to the room: He's Jay. I think that's self explanatory :)
Jay pages to the room: He sure as hell can, after last night lol Yup, he did get healed, Sepdet popped in the room.
From afar, to the room, Jay has slept through war :)]

Jay rubs at his face, shirtless, wearing just a pair of funky colored boxers. He looks dazed and confused, glancing to the two groggily.

Yi covers her mouth with her hand again, looking away and blushing. "Good morning, Jay," she says through her palm.

"Crate a' fish?" Nevada glances over his shoulder, picking up the vacuum. He winds the duct tape-patched cord around the handle, then carries it to a closet, stuffing it in there. "Oh -- is dat how ya got here?" He laughs at the cleverness, appreciatingly. As Jay lumbers in like, well, Jay, he looks him over and snorts. "Rise an shine, huh?"

Jay grumbles and almost instinctivly drops his eyes downwards at Nevada's comment, knowing it usually is a stab at 'morning wood.' Finding none, he groans inwardly and rubs his shoulder. "Yah... Yah.." Is all he really says, shuffling past them to the bathroom.

[Nevada pages to the room: Jay, never again use the words "morning wood", "stab", and "eyes" in the same sentence. Please ;)
Long distance to the room: Yi blinks...then dies.
From afar, to the room, Jay dies and did that on purpose.]

Yi coughs softly, though it probably sounds more like giggling as she turns back to Nevada. "Yes, a fish crate," the Asian gnawer affirms. Then, the thoughts of the sewer scouting and Jay's tainted wounds comes back and she looks worriedly to the bathroom.

Jay heads inside and closes the door behind him, going about his buisness. There's the 'usual' sound, the flushing of toilet, then the sink, brushing teeth, some more water.

"Ya'll feel like pancakes?" Nevada asks, loudly enough for Jay to hear, wandering into the kitchen. He picks up the bucket, and empties the soapy water glugging into the sink.

Yi quirks her head to a side, the term pancakes unfamiliar to her. Curiosity prods her forward and into the kitchen, moreso when she discovers Nevada cooks as well as cleans like Jay's housewife. Her eyebrows arch up in wonder when she steps onto the kitchen tile, taking care to keep out of Nevada's way.

Finally, after a few more minutes of bustling around in the bathroom. Jason finally opens the door, heading back into the living room. Drawing in a deep breath, he glances to his left shoulder, seeing the scarred claw marks finally reknitted, leaving only a faint, white reflection of last night's escapades. Sighing, he heads into the kitchen, his bare feet slapping upon the cold tile. "Pancakes?" He curiously quirps. "Sure... I guess...." He yawns, glancing to Yi, then to Nevada, finally flopping down into a chair at the table.

Yi looks over at Jay, those expressive eyebrows this time curved with a bit of worry and a tinge of guilt. "Jay," she starts, a little hesitant, glancing over the claw marks and healing wounds. "Are you...well... now?" Her hands clasp together, wringing slightly while she leans against the kitchen doorframe.

Jay nods his head as he slumps himself down across the table, laying his head upon his crossed arms, taking a deep breath. "Yah... I'm fine.. just tired.. I was up all night talking to Sepdet once she healed me. I'm fine now... it was just...a really long day..."

Nevada roots around in the kitchen, locating a pan to pour pancake mix into. He turns up the stove. "So, dey gonna be a big attack down in the sewas... somethin bout dis bomb shelta?" He glances questioningly over his shoulder.

[Jay pages to the room: Rarr.. Sepdet told the others that under the fountain used to be a bone gnawer shelter from an elder here long ago. Its a dead end. So...all we gotta do is run down there an kill the bad guy. It used to be a bome shelter of sorts.]

Jay looks over to Nevada slightly, pondering for a moment, thinking over what he and Kaz talked about. About letting go and taking chances. He nods his head, leaning back, then stretches out his strong arms, popping his back. "Yah... There is... At least by the next Full Moon... If..." He pauses for a moment. "Its ok with Bane.. I want you to come with me."

Yi leans against the doorframe a little more, relief washing over her features. Her moments pause taken to extract the meaning of Nevada's words, she shrugs slightly. "I scouted the fountain. Nothing up top. But I am worried, because it is surrounded by offices. Weaver webs. And, it is a circle shape fountain." She moves over to the table and sits down across from Jay, glancing at Nevada at work and then to the fullmoon. She smiles slightly, thinking. "I am not good in fighting like you, Jay. Banecruncher, probably thinks ill of me because I could not do my part of the mission."

Jay glances over to Yi and shakes his head. "You did your job just fine. We t in, we got out... we lived. We saw what needed and the information has been passed down to the Elders of the Sept. If anything...you could say we're hero's." He smirks slightly, then scratches his chest hair absently.

"I can go? Really?" Nevada's eyes light up. Not unlike a flashlight was shone in his ear. He grins, leaning back against the fridge. "Well, damn. Which fountain is it we talkin 'bout? Osprey one?"

Jay nods his head slowly. "Only... if Banecruncher allows it." He says sternly to him. "And don't you *dare* go there by yourself ok?" He says rather sharply, as if to drive the information home. Standing up, he goes to join the youth in helping create breakfast.

Yi nods at Nevada. "Osprey Circle Fountain." She looks back at Jay, doubt still in her features. "I would not consider it successful in that sense. We still do not know what is in there, and how many are in there..." her voice trails, losing herself in thought. "And this circle. I am not a reader of spirits, but the shape... a crescent from my sept would caution us of the flow of chi." She gazes up at the two pancake flippers. "With a line downward, the circle flow up top, could very well be directed into ... a spiral."

"Dude, I'm not stupid," Nevada says, but he can't hide a small grin. He begins getting plates from the cupboard, listening to Yi and her eastern voodoo.

Jay watches the two for a moment, then starts getting some milk out of the fridge, tryign to well.... be useful. He's still tired and he feels bad that Nevada does all the chores. Then again, the little muppet does it early in the morning before he wakes up.

Yi gets up and helps out, setting dishes and wares. She sniffs the scent of the all american breakfast material and peers over Nevada's shoulder curiously. Peers around, rather, considering her height.

Nevada flips pancakes, whistling a little. He seems to like very much the idea of being included in an attack. As he piles a few flapjacks on a plate for Yi, the top one shaped expertly like Mickey Mouse ( he's a Galliard, go figure ), the young Garou asks,"So, where ya come from, Mulan? Are ya from China?"

Yi sets the stacked plate down on the table and picks up another in a smooth motion. "From Hong Kong," she replies, doing a double take on the Dark Rat symbolism through buttermilky goodness. "It seems like a long time since I have been away," she says a little softer, reminiscent.

"'ats pretty far," Nevada says, crossing towards the fridge. He pokes his head in, locates some orange juice, butter, and syrup. He pours glasses of OJ for the both of them, then sets the syrup on the table. "What's it like, there?"

Yi sits again in her chair, glancing for a moment at a reduced stack of pancakes. She looks around, and realizes Jay must've chewed and ran back into the bedroom. Maybe to get a set of clothes, maybe to go back to sleep. She waits for the cub to sit as well eyeing the flapjacks. "It is... a place to grow up quickly in," she says, not exactly finding the words to describe her homeland. "There are a lot of dangers, a lot of tourists, and a lot of smoke." She adds afterwards, "but it is a lot of fun. Maybe someday I can take you and the others to see it."

"I'd like 'at," Nevada says, taking a seat. He butters up his own Dark Rat. "I always wanted t'see morra th'world, y'know? I grew up here in St Claire, lived here all my life. Always thought there 'ad t'be more -- well, there was, the whole Garou thing, but still."

Yi nods, pouring the syrup over the pancakes. "Like frogs in a well who have not seen the ocean," she translates, poking the pancake with her fork. "How did you find yourself as Garou?" she queries, curious about the cub.

"Well, I was in some trouble wi' otha gangs here," Nevada says around a mouthful of pancake, motioning absently with his fork. "An Jay let me stay here. We knew each otha from befo, a little. He knew some a' my boys. So, I found myself as a Garou when dis otha Gnawa cub -- " he can't help but a grin a little " -- went warform right in my face. I don' get scared easy, Mulan, but man, I about died scared right then." He forks a thumb over his shoulder. "Jay made me go Crinos, an I tried ta bite 'is head off, but ended up jus rippin up his carpet some. Just he wait though, I get to get 'em tonight." He grins, thinking of the sparring session to come.

Yi chuckles at the mental images forming in her head. "Tonight?" the girl blinks. "What is happening tonight?"

"Jay an me are gonna spar some," Nevada says. "He says he gonna teach me how t'fight like Garou." He chews a little contemplatively. "Don' know if 'at a good idea, though. I mean, afta all he been through lately."

Yi chews meditatively on her syrup laden pancake. "Ahrouns," she laughs. "Always willing to beat themselves up for others. "I don't know of a Garou way of fighting, except kailindo from the Gazers that passed by in HK. Maybe I can join you two, in hopes of getting some training done as well. Sifu would beat my tail if he found I had not been practicing katas." She chuckles as the image of her teacher forms in her mind, the stern features on the man's face cutting a comical Jackie Chan look as she distorts the image.

"That'd be great. We could have a big ol Gnawa sparrin session." Nevada grins at the idea. "Jay says the church. But I tink we oughta take it ta church basement. Man, dat smell deliva a mo powerful blow than the toughest Get. Ugh." He drains some of his orange juice. "What's kaledo?"

Yi grins, chomping down on the last of her first pancake. She nods when she finds out the sparring will be done in the church, and giggles around the pancake when the galliard comments about the smell she's grown used to. Clearly enjoying the sweet flavors mixing together, she swallows the chunk before replying, "Kailindo. It is an old form of martial arts, like kung fu. Except it uses the Garou's shapeshifting abilities to twist and grow, or dodge and shrink, around the strikes."

"Hmm, I neva thought about that befo," Nevada says. He grins slowly. "Like, dancin, almost?"

The no-moon pauses in mid-chew, remembering Jay and his free dancing lesson. She swallows and grins. "Yes... like dancing. Jay has taught me a little bit of the...'techno' dancing ways." She laughs, then looks at the galliard cub. "You know how to dance as well?"

Nevada laughs at this. "Jaywalk can dance, huh?" He looks amused by the idea. "I had no idea. I can. I mean, I'm a Galliard. It'd be like wrong if I couldn'."

Jay heads back into the living room with his empty plate, crossing to the kitchen. He looks a lot better now that he's had the chance to eat Mickey Mouse's head.

Yi giggles. "Yes, Jay can dance. He said there were many 'clubs' around in this city."

"Ya, dey is a lotta clubs roun here," Nevada says, feeling a smirk coming on. He glances up from his plate, spotting Jay. "Dey y'are. So, Yi say she wanna kung fu wi'us t'night. At cool, yeah? She gonna go all Jackie Chan."

Jay nods his head as he glances over to the cub, grinning. "Yup, cuz she's ganna teach me how ta' use it." He chuckles, his eyes turning to regard Yi, leveling them to stare back into her pools.

Yi laughs and eyes Jay back, staring at him with her own dark coffee brown eyes. "Maybe you two can teach me the ways of the streets.

"Hmm... I'm sure we can arrange something between us." He says with an impish grin, letting his eyes stare back into hers for a moment, brushing away a few tendrils of hair from his face. Jason wets his lips for a moment, then slips down onto the couch.

Yi sets down her fork with a musical ting, finishing her last pancake while still eyeing Jay. Then she turns to Nevada and smiles. "Breakfast was delicious. Thank you."

Nevada'll just bet Jay wants to arrange something. He grins at the both of them, sidelong, then nods at Yi. "Hey, ya welcome. So, Jay, what otha Gnawa haunts is around here? 'Sides Junkyard, an th'church."

Jay hmms slightly to himself, leaning back in the couch to draw out the remote control from the cushions. "Gnawer Haunts? Um... my apartment?" He grins, chuckling slightly. "I don't know.. You may gotta ask Elan or Baney that... there's a few places in the city I guess...but I'm really looking forward to going clubbing again."

Yi stands up and gathers up her dishes, moving over to the sink to wash them. "What are 'haunts'?" she asks, turning on the faucet and breaking out some dishsoap.

"Yanno.. Hang outs." He says with a chuckle. "Lil Romping places for our tribes." Jason grins.

"Ya, where people han out," Nevada says, getting up to put away the cooking foo. "So far I know, f'Gnawas it's the church, and the Junkyard where Cruncha live."

"I see." The dishes are washed quickly, and Yi turns around, wiping her hands on the sides of her shirt. "They are the only two places I know of as well. I'm surprised, though, I have not run into a Walker yet." She brushes a hand through her hair, combing it behind her. "Is your house still here, Nevada?" she asks as the thought comes to mind.

"Y'could, wit'out knowin it, I think," Nevada remarks, restocking the fridge with syrup and butter and the box of orange juice. "My house?" He glances over his shoulder. "Na, don't have one."

Yi quirks her head, watching the cub. "Well, moving around is the way of some gnawers, eh?" she comments, picking up the rest of the dishes and washing them in the sink.

"Homelessness too," Nevada adds, leaning on the fridge door. He smiles. "Glad I'm here wi' Jay -- an you, now."

Yi smiles at the gibbous moon. "The feeling is shared," she says in return. Then with a slight yawn, she gives a slight bowing notion with her head. "I think, I will go use the shower," she grins.

[Insert a few hours waiting time]

Yi sits on the couch, perusing through a few magazines she swiped from the drugstore not too long ago. A towel on her head and dressed in a dark shirt (and lower body essentials) she swiped from the local K-Mart with equal ease, she quietly mouths the words to herself, though it seems she is more interested in the pictures than the articles.

Nevada is on the floor by the corner, near where heavy clawmarks have slashed the carpet. He is doing crunches, and has stopped counting aloud several minutes ago.

Yi looks up from her magazine after coming out of her delving of English immersion, gazing at 'crunchy' Nevada.

Jay heads back into the apartment, letting the door thunk behind him as he stretches out his arms in a tired yawn, glancing over to Nevada, then to Yi.

Nevada's chokechain collar jangles with each repetition. Sweat slicks his body. He finally stops, laying panting, letting the "crunch" leave his abdomen. He isn't about to tire himself out before the main event, though. "Hey, Jay," he calls, catching his breath.

Yi closes her magazine, setting it in her cross-legged lap while she quirks her head to one side when Jay enters, the towel wrapped around her head tilting perilously.

Jay glances over to him and raises a brow upwards with a grin, glancing over to Yi. "Hey Rocky, you warming up or something for your ass beating?" A soft laugh echos in his throat as he playfully slips down next to the female.

Her hand lifts the towel off her head and the night-colored, slightly damp hair falls around her shoulders before her hand moves to slick it backwards. She nudges Jay softly before standing up and heading to the bedroom to put on her jeans. "Don't get 'cocky'," she warns him playfully.

"Yeah," Nevada huffs with a laugh. "Zactly what I doin." He sits up, rubs the washboard muscles of his stomach. "So, are theme songs gonna be allowed?" He cracks a grin.

Jay yawns slightly and rubs his stomach, looking over to him with a grin. "What do you mean? Why, you got some kinda witty lil retort for me? Ok, give it to me.. what theme song do you have in mind Nevada?"

Nevada says "Hit Me Baby One More Time."

Jay grins slightly. "Cute.... Well, I have one of my own." He wiggles his eyebrows upwards slightly.

Nevada says "Dude Looks Like a Lady?"

Nevada grins impishly.

Yi steps back in from the bedroom, dressed in the slightly damp, dark blue shirt and jeans. Her hair is a little more groomed, and drier. Her eyes switch from one to the other as the two discuss a topic she has no clue about.

Jay swats him right in the side of the head. "Countdown to Extinction, and guess what? Your a species of One. I'm about to eliminate your ass." Quoting Megadeth.

Nevada laughs, cuffing at his knee in reply. Megadeth huh. He gets to his feet, stretches. "I'm in trouble f' th'things I haven't got t'yet," he sings beneath his breath,"I'm chompin at the bit, an my palms are getting wet, sweating bullets." He air guitars.

Yi looks all the more like a bewildered rabbit of sorts, not understanding that they are speaking in song lyrics. Her eyebrow arches even more as Nevada suddenly breaks out into a strange scratching motion that doesn't even look like he's scratching anything.

Jay groans inwardly as he watches him, throwing a pillow over at the cub. "You are just too cute Nevada. No wonder all the girls are knocking on your door."

Jay groans inwardly as he watches him, throwing a pillow over at the cub. "You are just too cute Nevada. No wonder all the girls are knocking on your door."

Nevada neglects his "guitar" to catch the pillow, easily. "Har, har," he says, zinging the pillow at Jay's head. "When we goin?"

Jay catches the pillow easily and smiles. "Now."

Yi smiles at this, zipping back into the bedroom and retrieving her towel before coming back out. "Let's go." She states her thoughts plainly, refreshed by a long shower and an hour or so of meditation.

Nevada scoops up his battered Goodwill denim jacket, shouldering it on as Yi returns. He wipes a hand through hair damp by sweat and water, then heads to the door, humming to himself.

Jay follows after Nevada, yawning a bit as he softly chuckles to himself, knowing this will be definitly fun.

Forgotten Church Basement(#1279RJLM)
This basement is only partly below ground level, and there are windows evenly spaced on the walls, right below the ceiling level. The main part of it is a large open area with a small kitchen in one corner and a large, ratty carpet in the center, covering the cement floor. There is a rather large window in the kitchen; it looks as though it might actually open onto the street. On the wall opposite the kitchen is a large bin, and there are folding tables along the wall perpendicular to it. On the other wall there are a few folding chairs, many fewer than one would expect from the number of tables.
A hallway next to the kitchen leads off to two offices and what once might have been a classroom.
Obvious exits:
Sanctuary

Yi hops off the last two of the stairs, limbering up muscles in anticipation of the workout.

Jay heads down and stretches out his arms, glancing over to Nevada with a slight, sickening grin as his eyes sparkle. "You ready for this?"

Nevada slides down the banister. He flips on the light switch, and weak illumination fills the large open room. There are windows here, but soaped up and grimed over, the light making them glow. The young Galliard grins right on back at One Rage, pulling on the lapels of his jacket. "When you are."

Jay nods his head and gives him a serious look. "Don't think this is going to be a beat up fest. I'm here to show you how to fight the Garou way. Once we get into it... do 'not' use your claws or teeth. We don't want to run the risk of killing each other."

Yi sits at the bottom of the stairs, where the two of them hopefully won't crash into her while she watches the teachings.

Nevada nods once. "I hear ya. No head shots eitha."

Jay grins at him a bit, then nods, slowly shifting into his war form.

Nevada shrugs off his jacket, tossing it to the bottom of the stairs. He pulls off his shirt. He has a tattoo on one shoulder, a red image of the state he takes his name from. His back is entirely a tattoo, the outline of a card -- the blond Jack of Clubs. He kicks off his socks, shoes, and strips the rest. He leaves the choke chain collar on. It jangles around his neck as he changes, rippling to eight feet of Crinos. He does not look to be a wolfman, like One-Rage, but a dog. A very big dog. A very big, yellow dog.

Sheeps-Clothing barks once.

One-Rage dips his head in a nod as he takes a deep breath, then walks over to him, rumbling in the mother's tongue. ~Remember, that when in this form, you are as strong as ten other men. You can destroy things by accident without knowing. And if your in a fight, just know that you can easily do a lot of damage. If you are not skilled in this form, you can hurt yourself even worse.~

Sheeps nods, flicking an ear. His tail wags lightly, and his brown nose glistens as he sniffs the air.

As One-Rage-In-The-Shadows shifts to his war form, he stretches to at least ten feet of pure muscle. Brown and gray fur weaves through his pelt, his tail swishing back and forth along his legs. Those brown eyes of his narrow into fierce pools as they glisten with opaque rage, his maw opening to reveal a snarl.

One-Rage reaches out and touches Sheep's throat lightly with his paw. "This right here.. is a critical place to strike your enemy. The most softest. Someone can't attack you if they can not breathe."

[From afar, to the room, Nevada is the evil twin of Hunter, from Road Rovers. ;)]

Yi watches silently, nodding as even she learns from watching.

Sheeps' fur bristles slightly at the touch. ~Understand -- kills,~ he rumbles, not yet having mastered the Garou tongue.

One-Rage nods and runs his fingers lightly down the throat, to Sheep's broad chest, tracing the tips slowly and gently upon the fur. He can feel the cub's heart pound within the confines of his chest, his claws dragging barely over the flesh.

Sheeps watches him expectantly. His is the expression of a dog waiting for his human to throw the ball.

One-Rage joins his hand with the other, letting it trickle and trace about the powerful curves of Nevada's body, almost seductivly, closing his eyes, listening. The steady rhythm of two heart beats join within his ears as he tastes the air, inhaling for a moment, then from left to right, he spreads both hands apart, letting them trail to the cub's arm pits, gently stroking the joints. ~Here.. you can paralyze a foe by snapping your jaws upon the balls of its shoulder~

Yi arches an eyebrow at this method of teaching, her eyes intensly curious. Sifu would either just show her, or throw her. It was pretty simple.

Sheeps listens. His pointed parabola ears swivel forward, and his tongue appears over his nose for a moment.

[Long distance to the room: Yi | OOC: So, how was it? Yi: Oh...like... watching doggy porn. *dies*
Nevada pages to the room: Doggy porn?? LOL!!!]

The black talons begin to draw down his sides slowly as he seemingly counts each rib he finds, lowering himself to his knees. Curling to the middle, both hands rest gently upon his stomach, listening, feeling. ~Here, is where you can truly hurt someone. Ripping out their guts, sinking your claws into their meat, tearing out to the side with a flex of your hands. This is where the most important organs are hid.~

[You paged the room with 'C'mon, you got to admit, he's feelin' you up. *hides from Jay*.'
From afar, to the room, One-Rage grins slightly. "Jay is just being Jay, this is how he learned in the Sept from a coggie Ahroun :)"
Nevada pages to the room: One Rage says,"Rarr rarr" ( Somebody order a pizza? ) Sheeps-Clothing says,"RRR rarr grarr snort" ( It's it hot and ready to be served, I want it! Yeah, baby! ) One-Rage says "Rarr rarr sniff sniff rarrrrgh" (Got your extra sausage right here!)
Long distance to the room: Yi snerks her dumpling, chokes.]

Sheeps cranes his head, listening. His fur ruffles.

One-Rage draws one claw from each hand down along the thickness of his hips, tapping slightly upon the soft flesh, near the furry sheathe which houses Nevada's jewel's. ~I Do not think I have to explain much about attacking /this/ spot. But there is a few techniques which you can use to your advantage.~ His claws slip along the hamstring as they trace around behind Nevada's legs, touching the tender muscle. ~Just like in the arms, you can cripple your foe here. You can render them unable to walk....if possible... forever.~

Sheeps'll be sure to take notes later. ~You going hit me, or feel up?~ he finally asks, folding his arms over his massive chest.

Yi giggles, clamping a hand over her mouth as her body nearly falls off the stair she sits on.

One-Rage draws himself upwards, his claws trailing over Sheep's hips, almost dangerously as they dig in for a moment, but doesn't break the surface. Standing, he meets his gaze levely, stanidng perhaps a foot taller to him. ~Do you want to learn? Or ask questions?~

Sheeps doesn't flinch. ~Learn,~ he says, ears pressing back.

Yi quits her giggling and settles back down, clearing her throat. "It might be better, if you just showed him, Jay," she says, rather sensing the cub may be a wolf of action, rather than standing and listening to a lecture.

One-Rage begins to slowly circle him as his claws draw up along the younger one's spine. ~He'll get his chance, but he has to know first, of how to kill effectivly. I do not want to be embarrassed when he trips over his paws trying to fight a Spiral Dancer. They will know the same techniques, and this is 'crucial' to his training.~

Sheeps circles as he does, not about to let him get out of his sight. He relinquishes just a bit, but doesn't seem to enjoy having the Ahroun behind him.

Yi simply nods in agreement. Her sensei had extolled these points as well, though in a much more direct way. Her throat utters a low, soft albeit human growl at the mention of the Dancers. ~And not just they, but even the lowliest of fishbait,~ she utters.

One-Rage grabs him by the shoulders, pushing him back around. ~Sit~ He says in a harsh command. A hard tone he hardly ever takes. ~The spine, is another important spot to hit. Here..~ He says, tapping the lower spot, about six inches high of Nevada's rump. ~Is where you can paralyze a man by simply punching. With your crinos strength, you can drop even a Get of Fenris if lucky. Using your claws, you can rip it straight out. The meat circling it is quite plump~

The giant animal begrudgingly sits, as told.

~The ears..~ He says, placing both of his clawed hands ontop of Nevada's head. ~Is very effective.. You can tear these off. If you do a good enough job, you can make one deaf.~ Stepping back a bit, his powerful strides lumber as he circles him once more, staring down at his sitting form. ~Now... I will teach you how to fight dirty~

Yi gets up and moves over to a corner of the large room, watching the two hulking crinos from a better angle. She grins at Jay's last line.

Sheeps shifts position, watching warily.

One-Rage says, ~Stand up.~

Sheeps stands, muscles rippling as he lifts to his full height.

One-Rage takes a step back from him, then gives him a dark grin. Reaching out, he takes ahold of Nevada's paws, rising them up, helping him form a defensive position. ~Most Martial Arts require that you use your foe's strength against you. Fighting dirty is much the same. The most important rule of combat is 'protect your throat.' Keep one hand up when in battle.~

[Long distance to the room: Yi rrowrr, Jay bein' so dominant. *dies*
Nevada pages to the room: ~You're my daddy! You're my daddy!~
From afar, to the room, One-Rage wiggles brow. "You'll get yer turn"
Long distance to the room: Yi eyes her finger, part of the fingernail a little darker red than the rest. Ouch. ~Charach-ish~]

Sheeps dips his head in a nod.

One-Rage takes another step back, then stumbles backwards as he steps on his tail, thumping painfully to the floor in front of him, a grunt coming forth from his mouth at the clumsy move.

Yi stifles her giggles, but hides her face in her palm as the crinos crashes on the floor. She peers out of a couple of fingers at him as her body is wracked with mirth.

Sheeps leaps backwards as if shot, taking a moment to balance himself. He gets out of the way because he knows that trick, has done it countless times before. Act stoned, act drunk, and they let their guard down..

One-Rage rolls to his side, pushing himself up as his tail whips out, wagging back and forth, gently brushing along Nevada's ankle, a soft carress, nothing more then a feathery twitch.

The big Crinos goes down with a slam.

One-Rage hops to his feet, glancing over to Nevada as he hits the ground, scratching his chest gently, his eyes gleaming.

Sheeps rolls back in one somersault, climbing to his feet. He blows out a snort, peels back his lips.

Yi blinks as the blond crinos hits the floor. Her head quirks, eyes going from Sheeps, to One-Rage, and twice back and forth. "Eh?"

One-Rage grins a bit, flicking an ear back and forth. "You were expecting a trick, I gave you one. I am going to see if I can teach you my warrior's gift. It would do you good."

Sheeps presses his ears back, licks the length of his muzzle. His tail stirs slightly.

One-Rage watches him for a moment, then shrugs his shoulders. ~Do you think fighting against me, will help you improve? Honestly?~

Sheeps beats both paws against his chest, sci-fi monster style. His chokechain jangles.

One-Rage watches him for a moment, crossing his arms over the thick confines of his chest. ~Thats not an answer~

Sheeps snorts. He speaks in the Garou tongue with difficulty, his voice deep and rhythmic. ~You are change head? Why so?~ His fur ruffles. ~You am not believe of me?~

One-Rage blinks slightly. Talk like this instead. I still haven't taught you all the mother's tongue yet.

Sheeps wants to fight.

One-Rage takes a deep breath, then lets it all out. I don't want to fight. There's something lost in Jay's eyes as he glances down for a moment.

Sheeps looks disappointed, but understanding. After all, the Ahroun returned shortly from near death.

One-Rage reaches out, placing both of his paws on the cub's shoulders, lightly squeezing as he looks back to his eyes. ~I Have to confess something to you.~

Yi lowers her head, but her eyes look upward at the brown fullmoon. That isn't the ahroun way of thinking, but she keeps quiet, watching both warformed Garou's reactions.

Sheeps looks uncertain.

[Long distance to the room: Yi clamps a hand over her mouth, getting an image of shoujo bubbles and starry lights. One-Rage: Nevada.... aishiteiru. *falls over giggling*
From afar, to the room, Nevada facepalms]

One-Rage takes another deep breath from his powerful chest. ~ I will be honest with you Nevada, you are all that I have for family, and I am scared to lose you in my life. You have become such a strong part of me that it will certaintly kill me if you were hurt badly even by a simple spar, or even by the Wyrm. I guess in a way, I can't bring myself to well.... hit you. I am not a Get of Fenris, I'd rather teach you how to fight by example~

[Don't ask... just don't...
Long distance to the room: Yi forgot to mention to Nevada that Jay is Tuxedo Mask.
From afar, to the room, One-Rage grumbles and puts on his top hat.
Long distance to the room: Yi grins, offers to spar with Nevada while Jay watches.
From afar, to the room, Nevada wedges his huge furry Crinos ass into a Sailor skirt.
Long distance to the room: Yi gahs! and falls over clawing at her eyes.
From afar, to the room, One-Rage DIES LAUGHING!!!!! "Sailor Sheeps-Clothing"
Nevada pages to the room: Sailor Sheeps, frolick! ~On behalf of the Gibbous moon, I punish you!~ *n.n*
From afar, to the room, One-Rage just ROARS laughing!
Long distance to the room: Yi gags and chokes, dying a slow, painful death by Sailor Garou justice.
From afar, to the room, One-Rage wants to become Sailor Yak.
From afar, to the room, One-Rage softly whispers. "Sailor-Muppets! UNITE! Rarrr!"
From afar, to the room, Nevada laughs!!]

Yi gets up and walks over, hanging at the fringes of the carpet in the center. She walks over so she can get a good look at Jay's face while he says this, rather unbelieving of his unwillingness to smack the cub around. After all the times she's seen him take a swipe at the cub, she's dubious.

Sheeps looks like he was expecting a punch to the head, having fallen for tricks like that so many times before. He presses a cold nose at the Ahroun's paw on his shoulder, then rumbles a strained attempt at human speech. He forms two words, each low and rough. They sound suspiciously like "Hall" and "Mark."

One-Rage blinks slightly and tips his head. Huh? He says softly, drawing his hands away from Nevada's shoulders, letting them drop down to his sides. Yi can definitly tell that Jay was being sincere in his words, not one much in the way of manipulation or subterfuge.

[Long distance to the room: Yi chokes on the water she is drinking as she reads Nevada's pose.
From afar, to the room, One-Rage doesn't get it....
Nevada pages to the room: Hallmark cards. :)
One-Rage pages to the room: lol why'd he say that for?
Nevada pages to the room: He always takes shots at Jay being emotional and sappy. ;)]

Sheeps folds his arms lightly, before posturing lupus. He isn't a baby, he conveys. He won't break.

Yi sighs, shaking her head. Going to a corner briefly, she takes off her shirt in the darkness, and shifts up to crinos, her form blurring upwards and filling out. With another growl, she walks back over and faces the two semi-hugging crinos. ~Then you can teach both of us,~ she rumbles, her Asian accent even coming out in this form and tongue. ~Nevada and I can try the moves, and you can dictate to us how.~ She pauses in this, and adds, ~I promise I won't hurt him.~ She grins toothily, her fangs shining.

One-Rage groans inwardly and now seriously ponders WHY he turned down the Children of Gaia when they offered him a place. Kaz is the only one on the planet 'alive' who knows that. I Know you won't break Nevada, but I mean, it'd be like punching your little brother, it just doesn't feel right. Glancing to Yi, he raises a brow slightly, then smirks. ~Um...~ Good answer...

Three-Blades looks to Sheeps, her light golden brown eyes questioning the red eyes. ~Are you game?~ she says, taking the phrase from something she heard on TV.

Sheeps wags his tail.

Three-Blades looks to the brown sappy crinos, her blackish furred ears pricked slightly off center. ~Are you willing to teach us?~ she asks the ahroun. ~Because I think we are both willing to learn.~

One-Rage groans inwardly to himself, shaking his head with a chuff. ~ I think you already know how to fight Mulan, but fine... why don't you both take me on?~ He quirps, taking a few steps back from them.

Sheeps looks to Three-Blades, affording a nod before he turns his eyes redly to One-Rage.

Three-Blades opens her jaws and clacks them back together with a short click of teeth. Without another word, she lowers into a slightly swaying, shifting position between defense and offense. Her eyes lock onto One-Rage, senses suddenly very in tune to her environment.

One-Rage takes another step back, rolling from left to right on the balls of his feet. He flicks his hands out, showing the array of black glittering talons, poised and at the ready. Crouching slightly in his knees, he pulls his muzzle back to reveal the long, jagged white teeth as his fur bristles on end, looking 'quite' dangerous.

The blond Crinos approaches One-Rage at a wide angle, slowly easing to all fours. His shoulderblades undulate as he begins to circle the Ahroun, tail held high like a battleflag.

Suddenly, the black-streaked crinos clenches her fist and throws a punch at the ahroun, her other clawed hand low and ready to block a counter.

The Street Smart Ahroun rushes quickly 'into' Three-Blades fist. Pumping rage through his body, he becomes nothing more then a quick blur as the fist finds itself caught in what seems to be an arm lock. His massive body rolls to the side as she feels a hip press into her body, then quickly lifted up, being launched towards the blonde crinos through the air. Only the soft rumbling of his growl echoing in the room.

Three-Blades has proven her skill in the air before, and this is what she was expecting in a sense. Like a cat falling through the air, she twists and plants that free hand on Sheep's back, using the broad but shifty form to steady herself as she lands on her feet next to the gibbous. She gives the blond one a shove, pushing the big guy forward. ~Now!~ she barks out.

Sheeps charges at One-Rage from the side, keeping low-slung to the ground. He attempts to ram into him at the hip.

One-Rage gets knocked back by the charge to his hip, stumbling to the side as pain wells up in his side. His own feet is quick and well timed, but that doesn't stop the sudden limp which causes him to nearly trip.

With speed born from controlled rage, One-Rage's second opponent is quickly behind and a little to the side of the ahroun, the other side Sheeps charged, and leaps with a medium height kick to Jay's gut.

One-Rage roars out as he glances to the side, bringing his hand down to block the foot quickly, planting his weight back onto the good foot, then throws out a quick punch, head high towards the New Moon, his knuckles curled back into a massive fist.

Sheeps skids along the floor, braking from his charge. His shoulder throbs from impact, and he backs up and to the side, fur bristling over jutting shoulderblades.

Three-Blades spots the punch quickly coming right for her head and dips her head back as her foot goes down with the block. The fist whirls over her head as she reaches up with her arms, grabs ahold of the ahroun's arm and twists into him, taking her shoulder to meet his armpit and pulling down in an over-the-shoulder throw.

The Ahroun's own strength is turned against him and he finds himself sprawling forward, slamming into the ground with a quick tumble. He slams into the wall, crumpling for a moment as the place begins to shake from his weight. The echoing of his growl becomes louder with both embarrassment and growing rage.

The blond Crinos makes his approach from the side, lips peeling blackly away from white teeth. He maintains a distance between them, careful not to corner the fullmoon.

Three-Blades backs up a few steps and glances over at Sheeps, to see if he was watching, then turns her attention back to Jay. ~So, this is showing that even one who is smaller can flip her opponent.~ Her tail hangs loosely between her legs as she waits for One-Rage to rise.

One-Rage pushes himself back up as he narrows his eyes, the throbbing in his hip long gone from his healing. Falling to all fours, he begins to stalk towards Three-Blades quickly, digging his claws in, crouching, waiting, ready to dive at her. Instead, his haunches shift as he springs, this time to the side, throwing his weight towards Nevada, aiming for a take down tackle.

Sheeps, taken by surprise, rolls to minimize the damage from the impact. His jaw strikes the ground sharply. He attempts to pull a leg up high enough to strike the Ahroun in the gut, to kick him away.

Three-Blades moves in to extract the two in case either one gets a little rough, especially wary of One-Rage's growing growl.

One-Rage keeps his weight pinned down upon him as he takes the kick hard in the gut. He ooof's loudly, but his grip still remains the same. Drawing back one hand, he sends his fist down, hoping to slam it into the cub's head from his position, his eyes black and empty.

Three-Blades sees the headshot from her position and dives, howling and headlong towards the ahroun. She blurs from the rage spent to add to her speed and tackles into One-Rage's fist, feeling the knuckle against her jawline as the two connect and all three of them are sent rolling.

Sheeps barely has time to blink before catching Three-Blades' rescue. The momentum shoves him to the side, but he moves the least of all three of them, having been pinned. He climbs to his feet, tail lashing at his ankles.

One-Rage connects with Three-Blade's jaws ruefully, pushing himself back up on his own quick feet. She is sure to feel that for the rest of the night. Growling, his eyes look like twin orbs of pure fury as he crouches down again, watching the two of them as he begins to circle, keeping them both in front of him.

Three-Blades rises to her feet though a bit woozy from the headshot. She blinks a few times, then looks at the ahroun warily. ~Jay...~ she calls, willing the urge to wince as she moves her jaw down. She looks at Sheeps as well, glancing to see if the cub is also on the urge of a frenzy, her ear still trained on One-Rage. Her fist unclenches.

Sheeps counters One-Rage's circling, the blades of his shoulders shifting. He lunges forward a step, aiming a kick to take out one of One-Rage's back legs from under him.

One-Rage moves along perfectly in synch with Nevada as the rage takes over, his eyes sparkling to red, intense flames. He lashes out at the foot aimed for him, already on all fours. His muzzle parts and the maw snaps, trying to bite the foot which hopes to kick him.

Three-Blades lunges in a blur, her demeanor very calm despite being in warform. Her arm comes forward and over Nevada's leg allowing the ahroun's muzzle to bite down on her left arm. Her second hand comes up to wrap around the ahroun's neck, her legs around his waist and she clings before howling into the ahroun's ear. ~STOP! NOW!~

Sheeps yelps at the sudden turn of events, drawing back, teeth bared. The taste of blood fills his throat as the teeth clamp down upon Three-Blade's arm. She can feel the pain rise into her body as he releases, roaring out as he finds himself clamped down by her body. ~KILL YOU!~ He's not all there folks, please, take a number.

The pain rips up her arm and into her head but she's still here, and she's not letting go. Her claws dig into his fur but not yet breaking flesh, the whole time growling the same command over and over into his ear, trying to persuade the ahroun back to reality, ~Stop it Jay. Control yourself.~

The effect of Yi's gift barely, BARELY gets through as the beast flickers in his eyes, then dies down as his body shudders, releasing it all in one quick breath. He slumps to the ground, shaking as he squeezes his eyes shut.

Sheeps hesitates, opting on keeping his distance. He whines, and a trickle of blood colors his lolling tongue.

Three-Blades, clinging on with her claws wrapped around Jay's fur, heaves a short sigh as she lets go and lays on the ground next to Jay. Her eyes look up at the church basement's ceiling, then to Sheeps. ~How the Get can keep from killing their cubs, I will not know,~ she pants out before lifting her arm and examining the bite wounds briefly before turning her furry head to look at Jay. A small growl of question utters from her throat.

One-Rage keeps his eyes closed, humiliation filling his features, his body twisting and shifting down to its Lupus form. With that, he darts away from them, through the door and back out onto the church, without even so much of a word.

Three-Blades sits up and motions for Sheeps to pursue. ~After him!~

Sheeps hesitates, unsure whether to leave Three-Blades alone, or to follow after Jay. He growls, and bounds after the Ahroun, blurring into Lupus as he mounts the steps.

The black-streaked crinos clambers to her feet and shifts to hispo.

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:
Nevada, One-Rage, Elan
Obvious exits:
Street Basement

The Asian Gnawer charges up from the stairwell as swiftly as she can though favoring her bloody left foreleg. ~Jay! Nevada!~ she barks out in the mother tongue as she makes for the door.

The yellow dog bounds up the stairs, chokechain jangling. He looks toward the doubledoors, trotting towards them, sniffing, then turns, a paw lifted slightly as he glances about. It takes him a moment to catch sight of One-Rage. He approaches him with some hesitation, muzzle low.

One-Rage flickers his tail back and forths, his ears flattened upon his skull, drinking in a deep breath. Hearing Yi in the distance, his fur relaxes, yet, chills run up his back, still having the taste of blood in his mouth.

[Bad Idea: Sparring with ahrouns on full moons.]