Rotem is up against the wall, standing on his head, his legs up against the wall.

With a mild opening creak of the doors, Yi slips in, a plastic bag in hand that wafts with the smell of Chinese food from her workplace. Her eyes cast about the church in the dimness, slowly adjusting. Finally, she narrows her gaze towards a form next to the wall. "Hello?"

Rotem looks to the upside down Yi. "Hi." He sniffs the air and quickly rolls off the wall and doing a half flip is on his legs. "Just been practicing something." He handwaves and moves to her. "Food?"

Yi rubs the back of her neck with her free hand and nods. "Brought some late dinner, if you wanted some." She meets the cub halfway and gives the cub the bag. "I remember Sifu would make us do that, but it was for punishment." She gives him a wry, but amiable enough look. "Then again it's pretty useful for meditation. The blood rushing to your head, maybe makes one see weird things."

Rotem shrugs. "Just something I read in a book." He takes the bag. "You don't mind if I eat in lupus, do you?" He motions to the bag as he speaks. "Save's time."

Yi indicates with a short shrug and shake of her head. "Books can be very interesting in their ideas," she comments, sitting down into a pew.

Rotem looks at the large plastic bag and then grins. "No challenge." He puts it down, not opening it, and shifts to lupus. He places a paw upon the bag and grips it with his teeth, ripping the bag, he then shoves his muzzle into the bag and grabs whatever he happens upon, drawing it out onto the floor. Apparently someone has been practicing eating out of garbage cans lately.

Rotem contorts and blurs as he is transformed. Rotem shifts into Lupus form.

Yi rubs the back of her neck again, but only to give it a short self-massage as she watches the cub eat. "You haven't seen any strangers come by here, have you?" she queries him softly, her tone apparently carrying some inquisitive concern. Greenstreak looks up, shaking his head, then moving back to eat at the food, ripping apart one of the cardboard boxes and swallowing down the contents.

Yi draws up one leg in her habitual 'Gnawer sit' and simply watches him with occassional glances up at the rafters. "It may be a good thing you haven't gone outside too much of late. Things are getting... ugly." Her voice is murmured thoughtfully, calm under a cool exterior.

Greenstreak lifts his head for a moment, his fur now covered in chinese food and soy sauce. What's been going on?

Yi glances back down, reaching over to pick off a noodle from between the ahroun's ears and offers it back to him. "Trouble. Not you. The wyrmy kind." Her grip on the noodle tightens in the barest of ways.

Greenstreak snatches the noodle from her, swallowing it down quickly. Lets go kill then. I'm ready.

Yi shakes her head at the cub. "I'm all for it, but this takes more than just charging headlong. For one, the Get pack under Signe has taken care of most of the threat. Some of the fomori, though, escaped." Her fingers wipe absently on her cargo jeans.

Greenstreak's tail is now wagging as he looks to Yi. Come on, I'll track em d-down. Good sence of s-smell in lupus. He bounces slightly on his forepaws. I find, we kill.

Yi gives the cub a hard look. "I'm not one with a deathwish, ok? I'm not about to go tramping around the city with just another Garou, a cub, tailing me, looking for trouble. You ought to know picking fights with things bigger and badder only results in a hefty beating. Do you even /know/ what a fomor is?"

Greenstreak shakes his head from side to side. Wyrm thing, kill.

"Fomor are people. People who have been possessed by banes. They don't smell any different from you or me, unless they change to their natural form. You can't smell something is Wyrm, unless you have the gift for it. I don't. You don't. Simple, no?" The newmoon reclines back to lean on the pew. "I'm not even talking about vampires. I'm talking about real live people, who suddenly sprout acid throwing masses of tentacles from their eyes and tongues, grow spikes on their skin like porcupines, or any number of Gaia-forsaken uglies."

Greenstreak steps back slightly. Give clothing, follow smell. Get more garou. He seems to assume this is a pretty simple matter.

Yi shakes her head again, sighing. "I told you, they don't smell any different. You can't tell unless you know the gift that can show you. And even then, using it in the city would knock you over because the stench of the Wyrm would be so strong." The newmoon doesn't want to make it seem more complicated, but that's how it is. She shrugs again and minimally growls her own frustration. "Believe me, I don't like it any more than the other Garou, but this is how it is. I didn't let you go into the sewers that night on patrol, because there are bad things down there. Things that could probably snatch you up and eat you before you could bark in surprise." She bites her lip, and looks away from the cub towards the other side of the church.

Greenstreak shakes his head. Follow human smell. Like bloodhound. He nudges her with his head. Where last see?

"I didn't see any of it," Yi replies quietly, turning back to the cub and affecting her calmer posture. "Sepdet, Silent Strider elder, and my pack alpha... she told me about it yesterday. But it's all second hand information. I haven't seen any of it," the newmoon again confirms to herself, perhaps bitterly. "Makes me wonder what the hell I was doing these past few months." Her cold gaze goes to the pew in front of her.

Greenstreak returns his head into the bag, going back to the buisness of getting as much of his head covered in food as possible, oh, and eating.

"And you have things to worry about that aren't Wyrm-related. Any other teachers gotten to you with training?" Yi glances down, wondering briefly if it's possible for a lupus to accidentally suffocate in a plastic bag the way small children sometimes do.

Greenstreak lifts his head, looking to her, although not taking it out of the plastic bag, the entire bag with the cardboard boxes within hanging from his head, spilling food all over the floor. No other teachers, been teaching myself.

Yi tsks softly, then moves to pick up some of the boxes. "Probably been busy, most of them," she affects in a quiet manner. "You're going to clean up the floor, right?" Her gaze goes down to the mushroom chicken and chow mein strewn in bits and pieces. "Don't think Big Dog would take kindly to having ants in his church."

Greenstreak looks to Yi. Feeding the Rats. He states, although possibly joking, then returns to licking up the floor and swallowing down the food.

Yi chuckles and nods. "Well, we can leave out some things for them even if they can find most of it without our help. Then, she looks back down at Rotem. "Feel like walking?"

Greenstreak nods his head, turning to face her. Lupus or twoleg?

Yi gives the cub a short pat on his head, brushing off a couple of noodles laying between his ears. "Stay in lupus. Where we're going, I won't chance being caught." With that, she rises and moves to the center aisle before slipping down into her own wolfdog shape. Her ears twitch at the cub. Come on. She pads towards the doors, gives the knob a blatant stare, and with a tight twitch of her tail the door opens with a click.

You have shifted to Lupus form.

Long distance to Greenstreak: Three-Blades is taking you to the dirtier side of town. Whuff.

Elson Avenue, Downtown
On the western edge of this stretch of road, Eleventh and Twelfth Streets, the neighborhoods are quiet, a quiet of fear more than calm, to judge by the occasional broken glass of a window and other signs of crime or violence. A street or two eastwards, movie theaters, restaurants, and more stores begin, and much further, stretching from Ninth most of the way to Fourth, are bars with rooms above them with stairways to the street, movie theaters of dubious repute, and women in red lace or fishnet strolling along the sidewalks, near the stairways. On occasion, a man is seen, too, flashily dressed with too much jewelry.
Obvious exits:
Flat East West South

Greenstreak follows behing Yi, having lost most of his chinese food decorations along the way.

The two lupus stick close to the shadows, the newmoon accustomed to lurking around it would seem. She gives the softest of chuffs to the cub as they duck into an alleyway unoccupied by anyone, so far. In the shadows, she make a motion with her head. You been here before?

Greenstreak shakes his head. No, haven't been around here. I stick to uptown, less chance of people fighting back when you take their food.

This side of town, is one that would be called the more 'red light district' of cities. Here, Yi's fur is puffed slightly in agitation of just being here, but she wanted to show the cub something. If only she could remember what that was. The acrid scent of strong perfume mixed with sweat wafts to the two of them, coming from one of the regular 'corner girls' as she walks by sporting a way too short miniskirt, lace, and all the trappings of your prostitute. However, she's covered over her shoulders with a long black, furcollared jacket to button up just in case of patrollers.

Greenstreak looks at the prostitute, then back to Yi. So what are we here for? First law, so I know thats not what you want me for.

Three-Blades snaps her snout right in front of Rotem's muzzle. Obviously, cub. With one ear kept towards the outer entrances of the alley, she replies with a mixture of movement and low sounds that make up the lupus language. This is the side of twolegs you should see. Not all are weak, easy to take food from. But sometimes they have to turn to other things to survive. That one there with the bad smell, comes nightly and leaves with males. There were more before, but she is one of few that came back. Others have not. Probably dead. The newmoon turns her gaze to watch. In the Shadow, she might have a bane on her, or she might not. What is important here, is you cannot see the enemy from here. You cannot smell it. You cannot hear it.

Greenstreak shakes his head. So kill them all. That kind of twoleg not worth trouble. I know. My trouble because of that kind of twoleg.

Greenstreak pages to the room: Rotem's mother was a crack addicted prostitute.

Three-Blades flickers her ears, sensing perhaps some bitterness from the cub. This is war, yes, but not open war. Even if these twolegs are bad, if we kill them, others will notice. When the others notice, they will be more alert. Then we cannot run so freely in the city. You saw and heard what happened to Banecruncher. Attacking anything in the city will have consequence unless you can cover it with no trace.

Greenstreak stalks out towards the edge of the alley. I won't leave anything behind. He moves into position to pounce, waiting for someone to pass.

Three-Blades snaps her teeth again and snarls warningly. Get back here! The newmoon gets up and hurries to block the cub. I did not bring you here to kill things.

Greenstreak turns to look at Yi, shaking his head and sitting down. Then why? I hate these kind of twolegs. They cause too much trouble.

The newmoon snorts gruffly, eyes and ears turning momentarily to scan the alley entrance and around to make sure no one would get the idea of coming down into the alley. This was to show you the enemy is not always right in front of you, but always around you. She motions with a sweep of her head towards the alley entrance. We go out there, and enter the twolegs world, where it is fact that they are masters of this place. Our war, though, is not always with them. Some of them do this to get by. Others do it for pleasure. We have no way to tell unless we watch them. And that one... is not bad. She is here because she needs the money to pay for her child's health.

Greenstreak shakes his head. She not care, if she cared about child, she not be here in first place. I know, I know best. Don't argue.

Three-Blades growls lowly at the cub. What do you know? Your way is not always the best way, cub. She cares for her child by sacrificing her body to feed the twoleg cub. The hackles along her fur rise in annoyance, tail lashing behind her. But we fight over a twoleg... the newmoon gives her fur a shake, snapping at air to release some of the tension. I think it is time to go back. I don't want any scene here. There are enough twoleg packs looking for stories. Don't need to give them another one.

Greenstreak shakes his head, moving down and out of the alley. All these twolegs not worth it, none of them.

As the cub moves out of the alleyway, a portly looking man covered in fake gold jewelery walks out of the movie theater, sandwiched between two women. They spot the cub, and one of the ladies remarks, "Hey, looks like the dogpatrol didn't get all of us, eh?" The lady on the other side laughs. "Shauna you know you're such a bitch." The trio laugh, and the prostitute the Garou had been watching deliberately keeps towards the side of the sidewalk. Yi crouches from the alleyway, jaws clenched. Damn.

Greenstreak growls for half a moment, then a calm look comes over his features, making with the cute little dog look and yelping playfully. He wags his tail and looks to the group, sitting down like an obedient dog, then rising up to beg, forepaws in the air.

The lady on the right, Shauna, breaks off a moment from her future 'employer' and bends down to give the cub a soft scritch over his head between his ears and the twin fading green stripes. "Aww, he's such a flirt," she giggles, the smell of margaritas present in her breath, the lupus nose far better than any breathalizer. The man scowls slightly, the feeling of being outdone in womanly attentions by a dog is a good blow to his ego. "Hey! Leave the mutt alone. You got a different dog to play with tonight, and that one ain't gonna give you no greens even if it is comin' from his head."

Greenstreak actually does give her some green, even if it is on her palm from the fading dye. He turns and scampers off back into the alley, the moment he is out of sight he looks to Yi. God, I hate playing the cute little dog.

The last strains of the conversation pass by the lupine ears, "Mm, but if the amount is right, we'll give you some more than just a little head..." The statement is followed by a rank stench of a cigar being lit, and the trio of them walk by. Yi is sitting quietly in the shadows of the alley entrance, ears turning as the trio pass down the street for a motel. Her snort goes to the cub. Saw you almost growl. Good cover. Her eyes turn towards the woman who had stuck towards the side of the street, her appearance a little frazzled by the ordeal. The newmoon then turns back to the cub. Have to be careful when out in dog. The alert for dog catchers is not as tight, but people are still wary in some parts. She rises to her paws again, tail swishing off some of the dirt left on her hind legs as she looks to the cub. Feel like going back?

Greenstreak shakes his head. No, but lets go anyway. I wish I wasn't stuck in the church.

Three-Blades checks around again then chuffs for the cub to follow her again. Except, she takes a more roundabout route to head back to the church instead of a direct route. Along the way, she pauses occassionally to point out some things, like shortcuts made to slip through out of sight that only lupus and smaller creatures can pass through.

Forgotten Church(#1801RAJLM)
Contents:
Greenstreak
Mural
Obvious exits:
Street Basement

Greenstreak pads in behind Yi, some metallic object in his teeth as he grunts to try and get her attention.

The door was left partly ajar, as the two lupus step in Yi shifts in the shadows back to her breed form to close up the door. After doing that, she glances down at Rotem. "Hm?"

Greenstreak drops down the small metal circle he picked up off the sidewalk, he nudges it with his nose then looks to Yi. What's that?

Yi stoops down and picks up the metal ring to examine it. It's kind of hard to tell what it is in the dim light, but after some shining on her jeans, it gleams dully. "Scrap metal?" She shrugs, and offers it back to Rotem. "Could be anything. I should be going, have work early tomorrow." Her hand goes to tap the cub on the muzzle. "You're not going to slip out and kill anyone now, I hope." Her expression, though vaguely humoured, is a little concerned of possible actions the cub might be thinking of.

Greenstreak shakes his head and picks up the metal in his teeth. Not tonight. Maybe tommorow. He turns and walks off down towards the basement. One can only wonder if he is kidding.

Yi's chuckle, though low, can be heard as she reopens the church doors and closes them behind her.