2/3/2004

10:23 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (87% full).

Big Red Barn
The barn is built in the old style, a vast three level structure that is greater in height than a mere three stories, actually closer to five. Great wooden posts support the weight of the upper levels and roof, sunk into the hard-packed dirt floor of the first level like a sparse forest of regularly spaced, naked trees. The stalls and flagstones which once were here have been torn out to leave a rather open area where even crinos Garou may roam freely without fear of running into anything but the supports or the walls or the ladder at the back which allows access to the other two levels.
The first two levels are relatively open to each other, the second being only little wider than a catwalk going around all the walls but the front one, which has massive, twenty foot tall doors set into it. The third level is a true second floor except for a place cut out that allowed hay to be tossed down to the ground floor when the farm was actually worked. Now, it is a hayloft where Garou can sleep outside of the house.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Faces-Rage
Guards-Flame
Olga(#4061PJceq)
Obvious exits:
BarnYard  

Olga sits on her hay-bale, lazily picking at now cold french fries, discarded McDonalds bags strewn about near her. She looks surprised at the sudden upset, and leans in a little, but makes no sound except from the munching of starchy potato between molars.

Feeling the cub moving in, Guards-The-Flame blurs quickly in motion as she uses a burst of strength to twist herself around, hoping to careen her fist into the side of Dakota's head and knock her away. She growls loudly in her throat, fueling herself with Luna's rage from above.

The cub's balance is throw off with the quick movement, sending her body sprawling awkwardly across that of the other Gaian, and the fist crashes into her muzzle. The jarring sound of teeth grating together can be heard, and the metallic scent of blood leaks into the air. Baring her red-stained fangs in a loud snarl, Faces-Rage once again goes for the other's neck before she looses the close quarters completly.

Despite the quiet outside the barn, the sounds of movement of two crinos fighting can't be that silent. That is what draws the no-moon to the barn, expecting some trouble. The scrape of the large barn door against the dirt as it opens heralds Yi's entry. The scene of course yields what she had thought.

Upon rolling, Guards-Flame jerks her arms up quickly and pushes backwards on your shoulders, trying to push you back so that she can take her feet again. She roars, digging her claws into the ground for support, trying to scramble upwards as she forces you back.

Olga looks away from the action for a brief moment at the sound of the creaking door, and gives a brief wave and nod to Yi, offering her some fries with a shake of their container, before turning quickly back to intently watch the scuffle.

The jaws of Faces-Rage snap together on air as the great arm of Alicia shoves itself against her chest, keeping the fangs away. Still on the ground and not seeming to want the battle to leave it, the cub once again tries to sieze the other's legs, this time with both hands, and pull her back down. Stubborn little bugger, ain't she?

With both hands directed towards her leg, Guards-Flame does what she does best, and follows through with an attack. She balls both of her hands together and tries to ram them over the back of Faces-Rage's neck as she bows forward to snag her ankle, roaring out in delicious rage.

Yi, cautious as she assesses the fight, briefly looks past to Olga and with a quick return nod edges around the wall to the haybales with her tribemate. Training, she assumes as she keeps her eyes on the two crinos. With a hand to politely refuse the offer of food, she takes a place at the left of Olga, head and eyes jumping up as Guards-Flame roars out.

Olga shifts her weight on her hay-bale, a little antsy perhaps, and drops the last of her french fries into her mouth. She pushes herself up with her hands, and lets herself drop back down.

The cracking jarr to the back of her neck sends a wide variety of colors through the cub's eyes and a heavy spattering of black. Her chin is ground into the floor, teeth once more shoved together so tightly her jaws sing with the pressure. She blinks blearily, disoriented, blood leaking from her mouth.

Following through, Guards-The-Flame reacts with a swift kick to the cub's side, hoping to put the fight out of her for good this night. She growls as her claws glitter in the darkness, unaware of the New Moon's arrival, ears splayed backwards.

Faces-Rage is far from offering any resistance. Flung over onto her back like a pancake being flipped, the thoroughly battered cub lies there and doesn't get up. A soft whine gurgles in her throat, if just to note she's still alive and awake. Her muzzle flops backwards against the ground to expose the bright white patch at her throat in a flag of defeat.

Yi winces at the injuries, but knows the crinos form's healing powers are quite up to the job. She does clear her throat loudly though, as if to further announce herself and to provide a subtle distraction for a possibly rising rage.

Guards-Flame rolls her shoulders as she stares down at the cub, assessing the damage, then slowly reverts back to her breed form, allowing the fur to melt away and allow her clothing to swim back out over her form. She kneels down at the falling one's side, reaching out to stroke her fingers through the fur. "Just lay still, you'll be alright in less than a minute. Good fight. You were learning from mistakes and reacting just fine. I'm only quicker then you." She says, then looks over her shoulder towards Yi. ".. Sis."

Olga wears a frown on her face, looking down at the recuperating Cub, and then up at Alicia, forehead furrowed, looking slightly confused. Then she turns down her eyes and sets about picking at her fingernails. She glances up at Yi as Alicia addresses her, and then Olga turns back to her busy-work.

Faces-Rage cracks open an eye that's coming back into focus and grunts softly. It closes again, to relax and rest and let herself heal up. It's done in just a short amount of time. She lays there a moment, before rolling back up into a crouch. She sheds the war form for that of her breed, and it would seem to the normal viewer impossible that a small girl like her could get up after such a beating. But Dakota does, gingerly pressing her tongue against one of her teeth. "...damn, Alicia." She mutters as she wipes the blood from the corner of her mouth, "Leave me with some teeth next time."

Yi manages a quirk of a smile as her unease settles with downshifts. "Good evening," she eeks out before glancing at Dakota. "Training a cub in crinos during a full moon is something I could trust Alicia to do." She then turns her eyes to Olga. "I need to speak with you, Olga. I hope you do not mind."

Alicia reaches out and wraps an arm around Dakota's shoulder, pulling her close as she kisses the side of her forehead. "You did great and you got all your teeth." She smiles, then glances over towards Yi, curiously tilting her head. "You heard I took over pack leader of Rough and Tumble, right?"

Olga gets herself up off the hay-bale with a lazy roll, dusting off the hay which clings to her jacket and pants, and shoving her hands quickly into her pockets. She nods easily at Yi, andgrins at Dakota, and nods at her too.

Dakota offers the three a lopsided grin and rubs at the back of her neck. Yeup, all vertebrae in place. "M'gonna go get something to drink an' sit down for awhile. I'll be in the farmhouse, if you want me." The cub says in a way of parting, heading for the door.

Alicia nods her head to Dakota, squeezing her hand, then smiles. "I'll come get you before I head home. Tomorrow we'll work on it some more and I won't be so... crude."

"I thought you would take it, as Renee has decided she needs to do... whatever it is she wishes to do," Yi states carefully, her voice quivering from a practice in mediation. She then turns her attention back to Olga. "And the question of tribe leadership also comes to mind."

Olga looks off after the departing Cub, and waves. "G'night, 'Kota, y' did well, eh?" she calls after her. Then she turns her attention to Yi, looking into her face for a brief moment, before backing up and flopping down on her hay-bale. "Yep," she replies bluntly. Olga leans back on the hay, looking up at the barn's rafters, tucking her hands in behind her head, slowly exhales. "I been off in the Umbra a long time, lookin' for Chimera. In case y' didn't know, Layne, Helen, 'nd I, are lookin' t' pack up under the Lady of Mirros," Olga explains slowly. "So I'm not entirely up on what's goin' on down at the Zoo."

Nodding, Yi takes in the information. "A new pack will bring more support to the Sept. As for the Zoo... Renee is gone, the Satire Rite done. And, the last I told her, we needed change. I guess she took my words seriously."

Olga slides her elbows in underneath her head, tilting it high enough that she can look up at the other Gnawer. "Mm-hmm," she says slowly, "I's wonderin' when she'd get going myself." She watches Yi closely, eyes wandering over her face, searching her out.

There doesn't seem to be anything other than matter of fact in her tone and her posture. No cover-ups this time. Yi matches Olga gaze for searching gaze, before she dares to ask, "How do you feel about it?"

Olga returns her eyes to the rafters, drawing them slowly away from Yi. "I dunno," she says. "Like I said, I've not been around. Was lookin' to go see Craig today, but let myself get distracted. I'll go see 'im tonight, soon as I find my pack." Olga gives Yi another brief glance of appraisal before looking away again. "So, y' wanna be Elder, eh?" the Theurge asks her curiously.

Yi blinks, a bit taken aback at the suggestion. "I wasn't suggesting that. I asked to see if you would. I... couldn't say if I deserve such honor, nor should I be given the responsibility. Not after what I had done."

Olga blinks, once, and then her eyes remain open for a long time, looking straight up at the ceiling. Finally she sits up, staring at Yi, eyes wide. She closes them momentarily, and then blinks a few more times, looking down. "I was gonna challenge Renee, she wasn't fit anymore, was waitin' for the Totem Quest to be over, wanted my pack behind me first. When I'd heard she'd left, I's thrilled, meant somebody else could do it. I'd rather advise than order people, Yi," she mumbles, voice low, eyes moving around, over the barn's floor.

Alicia clears her throat from a haybale where she sits. "You could do it Yi, you know you could, if you just buck up some and show some backbone."

Yi rakes a hand through her hair, completely missing that there is now a strand of hay mingling in. Her feelings of ambivalence show plainly, but also a defiant streak. "If no one will take place, then nothing will happen. No matter who is the tribe's leader, there needs to be change. I think the Gnawers need to come together again and figure it out."

Olga slouches forward, playing with the front lip of her shoe. "Yeah, well," she says simply, the tone meaning `easier said than done`. "Yeah, y're right though. We need to hold a Moot and see what everybody thinks 'f this. Everythin' in the open," Olga concludes. "Not much use in talkin' about stuff until then. Lesse 'f we can get it done 'fore Tuesday, eh?" Olga asks, looking up at her. "So we've someone t' show the Sept."

Alicia rolls her shoulders slightly with a grin. "A Gnawer moot, huh? Thats cool." She slips off the bale and starts for the door. "Going to take my cub home. Good night guys. G'luck with your dealings."

Yi nods to Alicia, another faint smile working her way through the seriousness. "That sounds like an idea worth chasing down," she answers Olga, eyes gaining a tint of brightness. "Then, I ask if you see Craig, to let him know as well?"

Olga offers Alicia a departing wave. "G'night, Ali, thanks f'r lettin' me watch you guys," she says, loudly enough for the leaving Child of Gaia to hear, but obviously a little distracted by the matter at hand. "Yeah, I'll be down at the Zoo, goin' there now," she says, "'nd I'll tell 'im. God, poor Craig. He must've been stuck down there with Squeaks while I've been playin' Rip van Olga. Oh, ah, by the way, sendin' Kay back to her home Sept t'morrow," Olga adds, quietly, her voice turned up into a grin, though it's clear enough she's not very happy.

"Perhaps the best course, for now," Yi replies with a nod, her own tone moderated with thought. "Then, I suppose we have a plan. When will you set off to find Chimera?"

Olga shakes her head. "Won't," she murmurs. "I mean, we found 'er. She tested us. `Don' call us, we'll call you,` she said. Gonna contact us in our dreams, one 'f these days. I hope," Olga says, as she grimaces, looking around. She's quiet for a moment, and then looks up at her. "I'll bug Raul about it too, 'f y' like, you can knock on Lyra's door, eh?" she suggests.

Yi thinks on that, and nods fervently this time. "I'll speak with Lyra when I see her next. Meiran has gone back to teach, so she has left Yellow River to us to care for."

Olga slowly gets up to her feet, rolling off the hay-bale. She bats off her clothes once again, and goes to fetch her bag. "Yeah, a'right," Olga says, "what're we lookin' at? Friday or Saturday, maybe?" she asks. Her great orange bag is heaved up and slung over one shoulder, and she turns once more to look at Yi. "Well, someday, at least, soon. Good havin' y' back, Yi," Olga says, taking a few backward steps.

Yi peers back, a hand rubbing at her chin. "Sounds good to me. And, thank you." She bows her head down, lower than need be, to act as her bid of good night to the theurge.

Olga stops in her movement for a moment, a little unsure of how to take that, finally deciding a polite nod is best. "G'night," she wishes her, turning around and moving on out of the barn. She takes a few steps before she swears to herself and turns around with a shake of her head and a bit of a grin. "F'rgot to clean up after myself," she admits, turning back to the paper bags of greasy McDonald's she left behind. "'Course, Ali 'nd 'Kota should help, but, seein' as they treated..." she mumbles, trailing off, setting about cleaning up.

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