The sound of soft singing may be heard from within the old church. Nevada sits back on a pew, going through "California Dreamin'" as he cuts his hair. He's using a wicked butterfly knife to do so. Unruly blond locks are scattered on the floor. He appears to be more than slightly wet, and there's blood all over his shirt. It does not appear to be his.

Yi opens up the church door with a bag in hand, a distinctly oriental scented meal wafting in with the breeze. It mixes with that scent of blood around the church that seems to hang around everytime things get ugly, like last night. Her nose sniffs, and she growls almost too ferally before glancing around. Spotting Nevada, she tilts her head at the blood on him. "Kay," she states matter-of-factly. "Where's the cub?" It's almost instinctual.

"Hey, Mulan," Nevada calls, sawing off another piece of hair. "He's downstairs. Got the crap kicked out him, but he's OK." It makes sense. "Aw, don't tell me you ate already?" he says, lowering the knife as he eyes the bag. His hair, oddly, looks better with the knife treatment.

Yi glances curiously around, still sniffing occassionally, then turns back to the galliard. "Not yet no... this was for him." The perks of having a job at a restaurant are many. "Downstairs? Who did it this time?" She comes down the aisle, gazing down and stooping to pick up some of the blond hair on the floor with a smirk on her face.

"Good, good." Nevada nods his head. "Kid's probably starved. Some knuckle sandwich he got, though." An admiring smile winds across the Galliard's face. "By some guy called Tim, or somethin'. Timmy." He juts his chin once. "About time I got a hair cut. Gotta look halfway civilized, anyways. Say, you got a dress yet, chica?"

Yi looks from the hair to the gibbous and a warm, small smile indicates that she hasn't. Least not in such a short span of time. "Not yet," she says, the hair being laid back down on the floor as if reverently. "I had work until now, no time yet to go shopping." She grins and straightens back up. "Be back in a moment." With that, she disappears to leave the chinese chow down below. A minute or so passes by, and she comes back up in a clumping on the stairs. "That cub'll never really learn," she says with a snort, evidently having seen his condition. "Tim got him? Well." She moves back down the aisle, and stops to lean against the pew in front of Nev. Her thoughts slide to her own long hair, by now slipping well past the middle of her shoulders and approaching the small of her back. "Whose knife?" she queries, admiring the blade.

From afar, to the room, Nevada cuts Yi's hair, too, with all that dramatic Mulan music.

From afar, to the room, Max laughs.

Long distance to the room: Yi DIES.

Long distance to the room: Yi changes her name to Ping, and gets Nevada to be Mushu.

From afar, to the room, Nevada facepalms.

"Rotem's," Nevada answers, stroking his thumb across the blade. "He gave it to me. He was showin' me his Stuff, right here. We had us a little bonding goin' on, I like to think." He taps his thumb on the blade, then moves his fingers to the hilt. He knifes a few imaginary Wyrmspawn before he continues,"I think he'll learn. He needs the chance -- needs to /take/ that chance. He's just a kid, y'know. Kid with his own insecurities and fears and vulnerabilities. But he's a kid that can turn into a killing machine. He needs to accept he isn't a human anymore, that he never was, and in the world of what he is -- there's rules that need to be followed. He needs to understand. I am trying to help him.. trying to be his friend. Gaia knows he needs them." If there's irony in a street thug dispensing wisdom, it may or may not have something to do with the somewhat awkward pause from Nevada that follows.

"Then help him understand who we Gnawers protect," Yi replies with a sigh as she leans even more against the pew. "I brought him to downtown Elson, to show him that there are some people who can't help it they've been down on their luck for their whole lives. He hates them. All of them. He'd like to kill every single one of them, but knows he can't because we're watching. And..." she pauses, then shrugs in a roll of her shoulders. "He's bitter. That's all." Her eyes, darkened by not just color, turn to Nevada. "He's a Garou, Nev. He has to understand it's not the same anymore. No one wants to teach him because no one wants to deal with his attitude of hate, of intolerance." She exhales softly, falling into the pew in front. "He needs friends, yeah, but who's going to be a friend to someone who causes everyone around him to want to gut him everytime he makes a smart remark?"

"I can think of somebody," Nevada says. "He's about this high, has a wicked haircut." The Galliard flicks the butterfly knife, folds it with a click. "I'll teach him. Until he's Rited. Until he's killed. I don't want him to die. The Garou Nation, our people... we have survived centuries of war and death and plagues and slaughters. For thousands of years we've fought creatures from countless unimaginable hells. I think we can handle one childish cub." He smiles slowly, wanly. "He learns, or he dies. That is the way it's been, the way it'll be. I can handle him. It's my duty, I think. He's so young and.. -- " he gestures vaguely " -- impressionable, it's like he doesn't know who he is. We treat him like a dumb shit all the time, that's what he's going to be. He got off on the wrong foot, and we got him pigeonholed ever since. I think he can be good. I want him to be."

Yi gives a short, final sigh. "I hope you know what you are getting yourself into." Then, with a smirk, she adds, "And I hope he knows who he's going to have to deal with." She laughs softly, reaching over to snag a wispy lock of blond. Twirling it in her fingers, she grins to the galliard. "You're not going to shave your head are you?" Eyes twinkle with good humour.

"I'm going to be the best friend he's ever had," Nevada announces proudly, in utter certainty. "Or I'll end up killing him... either way." He smiles his little-boy smile. Boundless optimism. The knife is still in his hand. A glance goes to Yi. "Shaved head? No f'in way. Not this hair." He grins. "Needed some off the top. Now it's all spiky. Makes me look like a badboy. Look at me, I'm a badboy!" He makes her look.

Yi scrunches her face and 'ooh's at the gibbous, following it up with a laugh. "You're such a baaaad boy. At least you don't streak your hair green." She pauses at that, trying to imagine Nev with a green head. "Although blue might go well."

"I don't go for that 1000 Flushes Look, sorry," Nevada says with a grin. "So. You don't got a dress. That's too bad."

From afar, to the room, Max chortles. What's the dress for?

Long distance to the room: Yi whistles innocently.

Nevada pages to the room: Well... Nevada's starting to go through a "different stage" in his life.... and Yi's clothes make him feel pretty, all right!

From afar, to the room, Max laughs.

Nevada pages to the room: Actually, the real reason is a lot less fun. Nev' is taking Yi out for chow. :)

From afar, to the room, Max awwws.

Yi chuckles and reaches over to delicately pluck a stray cutoff lock from the galliard's cheek. "Not yet. Give me a day or so. I'll find out where you're taking me first." She grins mischieviously, and waggles his own hairs at him. "Just as long as you leave the kids at home." She snerks. "What about your own suit?"

"It's a French place. I been eating outta their trash for two years now... still don't know their name." Nevada gives a shrug. "Maze-on do soul-ay or something like that. Something really Fraaaannnzzch. Something with class. Something, that under normal circumstances, street rabble like us could only chip in to buy a napkin from, or something, at best. But the circumstances are not here hormal. Near normal. Even."

Yi nods slowly, the smile still hovering around her features as she files the name away. "But we aren't quite the normal Gnawers either, are we," she chuckles. "We have a place to stay, food to eat, clothes to wear, even an answering machine! How's that for Gnawer life." The Canto-nomoon leans against the pew backing, leaning her head on her elbow. "Almost sounds like we're living the high life." Nevada quiets, though he smiles. "'Cause Jay was once a Glass Walker."

Yi lowers her voice in a tender moment of thanks. "Yeah. I wonder why he changed tribes, but I'm grateful he was one of us." She smiles wanly, in rememberance of the third Gnawketeer. "His parents never wrote back. Maybe I sent it to the wrong address?" She thinks about that. "No, I don't think so..." Then she waggles the lock of hair at the galliard again. "Hey, you never told us how you got those heart-shaped handcuffs on you." Her head comes up and she blinks at Nevada.

"Wish I knew," Nevada says, arms folding behind his head.

Yi tilts her head a little. "Are you just saying that, or do you really not know?" The dubious twinkle in her eye shows her curious probing.

Nevada fights valiantly to control a grin from appearing. "Littla' column A, littla' column B," he says, and laughs. "With a dash of None Ya Gawdamn Bidness, Mulan!"

Yi laughs and holds up her hands in retreat. "Alright, alright," she chuckles, shaking her head. "Las Vegas must be quite an interesting place to see, if a guy like you can come back like you did." She grins, musing over a trip to the City of Sin, if she knew where it was and how to get there, that is.

"Las Vegas... " Nevada smiles. "Yeah, it was some place. But I come back from everywhere like that. I can't even make it back from Safeway without somebody trying to make me their love slave. Yup." He huffs on his knuckles, buffs his chest.

"You're such a baaaad boy," Yi echoes, grinning and giggling. "I think I'm glad I don't have those things to deal with. Love slaves..." Her expression goes from humored to a little troubled. "Speaking of which, there's still those mafia guys and fomori to deal with."

Nevada seems about to make a comment before he pauses, asks instead,"Mafia? Which one?"

"You heard yesterday about our problems in the city right? We've been having a lot of them. One of them is some Russian mafia has been moving in. They're quite Wyrmy from what I heard," Yi affects a more serious manner as she tells Nevada. "Chaser and the Get pack found a fomori nest under a sex club." The Gnawer newmoon grimaces slightly in distaste. "They torched most of it, but there were some fomori that got away. What's more urgent now, is that they had a list of names. Kinfolk who live around here. Some of the names were crossed off." Yi glances at Nevada. "This is a problem, but Signe's pack is going to clean it up. We're supposed to keep on the look out though...and watch out for the kin."

Nevada listens with a frown, nodding absently. "That's what Kaz were talkin' about, then. Get kin. Chris. Right... what was the club called, d'jou know?"

Yi shakes her head. "I hadn't heard of a name, but rest assured the club building itself is long gone. The fomori that escaped though, escaped into the sewers, or by boat across the river." She thinks, then lists the names she can remember. "George Harrison, Dru Ash, Aidan... William Doyle, Chris Fisher... " She gazes back to the galliard. "Those are all names that were on their list. William Doyle is dead. Heard about it on the news." She chews on her lip some. "There may have been more names, but the list was half burned."

"Kinda fucked-up thing to just let lyin' around, don't you think?" Nevada frowns. "Why would they even have a list like that? Sounds like James Bond Villain shit. Maybe Wyrmspawn is just stupid.. "

Shrugging, the newmoon shakes her head. "Lists are common," she says softly, standing up slowly. "They do it in the movies, but it's real. I would know..." she gives him a wry grin. "I used to be on quite a few." She rounds over to the center aisle. "I'm gonna head out. Maybe find a dress or something to eat. I'll see you round, na?" She dips her head to the galliard.

Nevada shakes his head. "Yeah, see you around, Mulan. See you later." He smiles.

Yi grins, and waves to the galliard one last time before heading out of the church.