The Gallant King
1/14/2005
01:05 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Big Red Barn(#3420RA)
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:
Tobin
Obvious exits:
BarnYard
[look Tobin]
This is a man in his early thirties, perhaps, to tell from his bearing and the look in his eyes. Though a closer look at his face suggests that he's a good deal younger than that, maybe he's in his mid-twenties. His features are sharp and aquiline, with high cheekbones and a noble profile. His blue eyes are clear and hard and his expression is generally grim. A short, scruffy black beard dusts his jaw, never coming in very thickly, no matter how seldom he shaves. His hair is long and unkempt, falling in blue-black waves to his mid-back. Usually it's tied into a ponytail with a length of scalloped black ribbon, but a few strands are always loose about his face. What skin shows around the edges of his clothing is very fine and very, very pale. His hands bear many small scars but are strong, with long, graceful fingers. At first glance, he looks tall. But no, he's only about 5'9" and is quite slim. There's just something about the way he carries himself that makes him /seem/ tall.
He is dressed like a wannabe Victorian goth, though with his stature, he could be a noble fallen on hard times. He wears a ruffly white poet shirt under a sweeping, cinch-waisted black opera coat, which is worn open. Both coat and shirt have been mended numerous times. The shirt is tucked into a pair of somewhat snug black pants, which, though faded with age, are still slightly shiny. He sometimes wears a rapier belted around his waist. Its hilt is less than ornate, but it and its leather scabbard shine from care. Oddly, there are a few small feathers tied around the top of the scabbard. They look to be from some small raptor, perhaps a kestrel or merlin.
When the barn first is entered, the floor is still dark with blood from last night, and seems unoccupied by anyone. It's after a few moments, the heavy breathing of something in the hay mountain in the corner indicates there is someone or something, sleeping.
Tobin, his arms filled with a bundle of shiny swords and hand-axes, stops halfway to the back of the barn. He stands still until he locates the source of the breathing and approaches it cautiously. "Who lies here?" he asks softly, almost like he's talking to himself. With every step he gets a little taller, a little bulkier, until he's in glabro. "What injured beast rests in this place," he says after catching the scent of the blood.
The beast inside the hay rumbles vaguely, and the shifting noise of the needles moving about reveals a dire wolf's ears beginning to poke out of the mound. The Gnawer's black nose sniffs heavily, and she lifts her head out. How much hay went into making a pile big enough to hide a hispo, well... A few bales were sacrificed. Once the hispo sets eye on the glabro'd Fang, her tongue leaks from between her jaws. ~Three-Blades,~ she replies to the theurge's question.
Tobin relaxes, shrinking back to homid in the last few steps it takes to reach the Gnawer. He kneels near her and lays the bundle of weapons aside. "Yi, what happened?" he says, starting to brush some of the hay aside. "Do you need healing?"
Three-Blades hasn't gotten cleaned up since the few hours of rest forced upon her by her packmates. Still, wiggling with a few grunts of effort out of the hay, the Gnawer drags herself out. ~Fine in a few days,~ she rumbles out tiredly. Covered with dried blood, the appearance wouldn't seem that way. ~The bawn was... attacked. But we got rid of the Wyrm Pigs.~ The moment she starts to sit down, the ragabash grimaces with pain, but manages to do so. Still, her tongue hangs out. ~Pathfinder and Guards-Flame-rhya healed me. It is ok. Must rest, is all.~ It is then, the ragabash notices all the weaponry. Her ears cock towards the blades and axes.
Tobin starts picking pieces of straw off of the hispo Gnawer, frowning at all the dried blood in her fur. "Wrym pigs? The ones that have the skull-like faces?" he asks absently. "I should drag you into the house and bathe you," he grunts, then notices her looking at the weapons. "Ahh, yes, I got the key to Brittany's old weapon cabinet. I've been cleaning them up so we can train Andy."
Three-Blades wrinkles her muzzle, looking much like she would like a bath, but really doesn't want to move anywhere. That, coupled with the thought of the small homid Tobin dragging hispos and stuffing them in bath tubs produces a touch of amusement to the pained Gnawer's eyes. Back to the matter of the skull pigs though: ~Big, ugly pigs. Very big. Very ugly.~ The ragabash tips her ears back, as sort of an apology for not getting a closer look at them. ~White Bear and Guards-Flame were fighting, and then... then Howls-for-Glory, and then I joined. Too much, too fast.~ She lays down, sighing out with the relief. ~A new cub for your tribe?~ There is a short pause, and the hispo asks, ~Male or Female?~
Tobin nods at Yi's description. "Cameron got his name fighting one of those." He manages to keep most of the bitterness out of his voice at mentioning his old packmate. "Andy, as in Andrew," he says, summoning up a half-smile. He looks Yi over and then stands up, folding his arms across his chest. "Shift thyself to homid, my lady, and I shall bear thee to the baths." He says this last with only half-mocked seriousness.
Three-Blades sweeps her tail at mention of Cameron, as the mention of the name brings wondering to where the Fianna went. Then, though, after the cub clarification she blinks twice at the Fang, tongue slipping back into her muzzle. Her quizzical expression is followed by a look of 'you're not serious?' when he wants her to shift. ~Why?~ she rumbles out, sending not too furtive a glance to her dirty, bloody coat. ~It is only some blood.~ Understatement made, the Gnawer splays an ear.
Tobin wrinkles his nose. "Because you're filthy, and there is nothing quite so satisfying to a Fang as making a Gnawer take a bath." He grins briefly again. "You'll feel better when you're clean. That's my prescription as a healer. Now shift."
Three-Blades would stick her tongue out at him in homid, but settles for a short muzzle wrinkle-twitch instead- a lupine equivalent. ~What you say is true,~ she rumbles in agreement, still eyeing him in a touch of wariness to his intentions, but rises up to a sit. A bit later, she is up on all fours, and shifting. The change is slow - slower than usual - but she gets there. And then there is another reason why the Gnawer hadn't chosen to be resting in Glabro instead of Hispo. The clothes she does wear are tattered and almost as bloody as her previous coat of fur. The pants are barely hanging on, on the right side. It's even possible at the right angle, to be able to see her underwear at that point. At the right angle of course. It's also obvious she isn't putting much weight on that leg either. Her hand moves down to try and hold the shredded pant leg together.
Tobin tuts in disapproval at the condition of Yi and her clothes. "Ruined. No matter, I'm sure I can convince Jana to help get you some new clothes." He shifts to glabro again and, with utmost care, lifts Yi into his arms and heads towards the barn doors. "I'll put the weapons away later," he says as an afterthought.
Yi opens her mouth to reply, but instead sucks in a breath as she gets lifted up, more from the pain that shuttles its way up and down her nerve. "I.. have other clothes," she breathes out after the initial sharp stab subsides. Each step the Fang takes makes the wound pulse, but the healing it received holds. The Gnawer remains quiet to the doors, her jaw clenching every few moments to make sure she keeps down the nauseous feeling in her head. "Just need to drive back to get them." Like that's possible at the moment.
Tobin grunts at Yi, showing how little he thinks of the idea of driving back to get her other clothes. "We'll find you something out of the cub-clothes until we can get you something else." He takes care to set his feet softly when he notices how sensitive the Gnawer's wounds are. He makes his way into the farmhouse and up the stairs to the infirmary. He sets Yi on the table there. "I'll go draw the bath," he says, then leaves to do so.
Yi has her eyes closed up the stairwell, but when they reach the infirmary she gasps. Not because she's in pain again, but because her packmate lies on one of the beds sleeping. "Alicia," she murmurs out, but the galliard doesn't wake. When she is set down, Yi nods to Tobin and lips out a short 'thank you' before looking back to the sleeping Coggie. Once he disappears, she has a proper look at herself and the state of her clothes.
Tobin frowns when he sees Alicia but tends to his original patient first. The sound of running water is loud in the otherwise quiet house. He returns a few minutes later with a tattered bathrobe that he hands to Yi. "It's ready. The water is nice and hot. Call me if you need anything. I'm going to do what I can for Alicia."
Yi takes the robe gratefully and nods in regards to Alicia, hauling herself back up to her feet. "She'll feel a lot better when she wakes up, I'm sure. Thank you Tobin," she whispers softly. Luckily all the bleeding has stopped, and it is simply a matter of flesh repairs, but it seems like the large wound on her leg will be there for awhile. The Gnawer limps her way out to the tub, closing the door behind her.
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