Just Let Him Do His Job

1/29/2005

10:46 AM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous Moon phase (72% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 44 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.23 and rising, and the relative humidity is 96 percent. The dewpoint is 43 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius.)

Barnyard
The lane wends its way back and around the farmhouse to here, where it widens into a broad, grassy sward contained only by the woods which encircle it on three sides. Buildings break up the purity of the landscape: an open-sided structure which serves as a garage and the big barn, empty of livestock, to the east. A good-sized vegetable and herb garden furrows the land south of the barn, while a pyramid-like pile of rocks, of similar consistency to the gravel of the lane, rests a few yards south of the garage.
North of the buildings, the fields have long been fallow, hastening a conversion from farmland to natural prairie. A sliding glass door allows admittance to the farmhouse, the interior obscured by Levolor(tm) blinds in a wood-grain pattern. The lane leads out around the house to the southwest. The discerning can just barely pick out the beginnings of a faint path into the woods towards the southeast.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Tamara
Obvious exits:
FIelds  BArn  Farmhouse  Lane  Woods  

Tamara is standing outside the barn and its picking bits of hay from her clothes, occasionally glancing toward the woods.

From those woods, Yi breaks through the treeline and circles wide, eyes cast down at the dirt with hands in her pockets. The ragabash eyes the dirt rather intently, starting and stopping every some paces. Her reason for the odd pace flitters up suddenly, and flies away with a beating of its tiny gossamer wings beneath its shell. Then the Gnawer looks up, spotting Tamara in that characteristic white hat, and lifts her hand to wave.

Tamara lifts her hand in greeting as well and starts to walk toward the Gnawer. "Morning. I was wondering, am I supposed to search out the Warder on the Bawn, or will he be coming to me?"

Yi slips her exposed hand back into her pocket to keep it warm. "Mm," she muses, and though it certainly doesn't seem like she's sure of her answer, suggests, "I believe that it would be quicker for you to search for him. But if you find a galliard, or Guardian, and ask for them to perhaps pass the word along as well... that might help." The ragabash wets her lips. "The bawn is very wide and very long indeed. And with a Strider for a Warder, it is like trying to grasp an eel in an ocean."

Tamara inclines her head in a nod. "Then I have permission to enter your Bawn? Would you come with me? My appearance can be... Disturbing."

Yi then looks hesitant. For a fleeting second, it seems like she might refuse at first, but then her action of shaking her head is not of rejection but of getting something out of her head. She nods straightways after. "I'll go with you, yes. I don't think you could enter the bawn on My word alone." She chuckles at that suggestion of such power. "But I can certainly help you look for the Warder."

Tamara smiles. "I would like that. The last thing I want to do is cause trouble and I would certainly appriciate the help Yi-rhya."

Yi sticks her tonguetip out and wrinkles her nose with the honorific suffix. "Just Yi is fine," she replies, like this phrase has been used many many a time. "Shall we?" The ragabash turns and starts back towards the woods taking only a few steps at a time. Indeed, it's like she's strolling right back into the forboding wilderness.

Tamara's head bob up and down and she smiles, before following Yi into the woods. "Very well. My thanks, Yi."

Bawn: Western Forest(#3018RA)
Tall Sitka spruce and sequoia crowd around and above you. Many of the trees are old, their branches twisted into impossible shapes, trunks broad and draped with lichen, mosses and creepers. Tendrils of moss hand down from them like green spiderwebs, snaring the unwary with cold, ghostly fingers. The patches of younger growth are dense and pale, needles tinged with silver. Matted undergrowth huddles sullenly in the occasional small clearings, clutching with thorns and burrs at the legs of those who would pass. Deer seldom venture here, but the forest is full of rustlings, and tiny glints from wary, watchful eyes.
The forest spreads out to the east, bounded on the west by Sunrise Road. From farther to the west, one can occasionally hear the distant sounds of the town of Kent's Crossing.
Contents:
Tamara
Obvious exits:
Highway 22  Overgrown Path  Sunrise Road  Farmhouse  Caern of the Hidden Walk  Creek  Central Bawn  Southern Bawn  Northern Bawn  

Walking, no, strolling back the way she'd come, Yi looks to simply be enjoying the morning in the green. "So you are from Florida, right? Lots of commercials on the TV about Florida. Or... Disneyworld and Universal Studios," she remarks by way of making conversation.

Tamara nods. "Well, I'm not exactly from that area. The Sept is in the Everglades. Its a lot of swampland and crocodiles."

"Everglades!" Yi echoes again, curiosity evident as she turns and walks backwards through the woods. "I see many nature shows about it. It looks so very wet, yes. What was your Sept's name again?"

Tamara chuckles softly. "Green Waters."

Yi even steps over a root that is sticking out behind her - she must come down this path a lot. "Green Waters. Sounds like something Grandmother would look down her nose at, even if she too is Bone Gnawer." The ragabash bobs her head again. "So... do Striders always just wander without a reason?"

"Well, its been said that itchy feet are in the jeans." Tamara offers, smiling weakly. I finished my Rite and stayed around long enough to learn a few rites, then left to see the world. Or at the very lest, a small part of it."

Yi stops walking, quirking her head to one side. "'Itchy feet are in the jeans'?" Clearly she hasn't heard this phrase ever.

Tamara lightly shakes her head. "Sorry. Its a bad compairison. Call it a family tradition?"

Yi narrows an eye, the other brow arching up. "O...k..." she acquiesces, turning back around to walk again deeper into the woods. "I suppose St. Claire is one place to come, if you are Garou and want to see what it is like on this 'West Coast'." The Gnawer hunches slightly, eyes looking back down on the ground rather than ahead. "It is the last caern here - so I heard. Gaia's Tears fell not long ago, and so many have come to try and hold the Hidden Walk. But..." she lightens up. "I didn't come here for that reason originally. Hehe."

Tamara hmm-hmm. "I'll admit, thats the real reason why I came here. I've heard a lot about this place and some of the things that have happened here."

Tamara rubs at the back of her neck. "Maybe we should travel in lupus? You said that the Bawn in large and we might have a better chance of finding a Guardian or the Warder on four legs."

Yi almost wishes to feign ignorance, given her small smile. "Yes a lot. A lot has happened, but we still are here. We still are strong, and we still have cubs. Here at the Hidden Walk, we make the stand against the Centipede King. Until the Sixth Age comes." She glances back when the Strider makes mention of lupus and looks thoughtful. "Yes I suppose you are right," she nods, though she doesn't make the shift first.

Spider-Eyes shift down into lupus and shakes out her newly formed hair, overly large ears flopping around her head. Better. Feel naked, with no fur.

[look Tamara (Spider-Eyes, lupus)]
Spider-Eyes would be a beautiful eighty-pound wolf with a black coat and a white star on her chest, if it weren't for her obvious deformities.
The wolf's paws are too large, giving her an almost puppyish look, despite the fact that she is obviously full-grown. Her head is painfully unnatural, with an oversized skull and four eyes instead of two. The lower pair of eyes are normal, while the upper pair are enough to give one nightmares. The pupils are slitted like those of a cat, while the irises are a sickly and almost fluorescent yellow-green. The eyes' outer sclera are the red of freshly spilt blood.
Due to the wolf's overly large skull, Spider's ears rest on the side of her head. Much like her feet, the wolf's ears are overly large and almost (but not quite) bat-like in nature and droop under their own weight. As if that wasn't enough, the wolf's lower jaw is larger then it should be, giving her a nasty underbite.

Chalk it up to keen senses, blame it on being in the area, or attribute it to an instinctual understanding of the way things are on this half of his territory, but a Guardian seems to have already found them. Slinking his way through the scrub, White Bear watches the two from a distance, squinting with abject suspicion at the stranger on the bawn.
It's about two ticks after she shifts to lupus that he surges up to Crinos, thundering over to the wyrm looking thing with his weapon levelled at her centre.

Yi watches the Strider change, and with no amount of feeling of revulsion seating itself deep in her stomach, eclipsing the solar plexus too. That is, until White Bear bursts out of some unknown area with weapons leveled. "White Bear, no!" she cries out, snapping upwards into warform as well only a second too late. ~She is Metis, but not Wyrm!~

All four eyes widen, the slittle upper pair narrowing in shock. The monster startles, bracing against the ground and prepairing to bolt, tail firmly clamped between its legs.

[look White Bear (crinos)]
Looking like something straight out of the collective imagination of a psych ward, this Garou stands eight feet tall, and is every inch of it built to fight. His hide is a clean grey near-white, stretched over a sharp and quite stocky frame. Coiled muscles lurk beneath his skin, sliding along visibly as he moves. The coat is marked with a ever so slightly darker masking on his face over his shorter muzzle, as well as the tip of his tail. His thick white mane has been gathered up into a braid which hangs down his back, and a number of smaller braids gather up the remainder around his head. Among his coat are a myriad of scars from past conflicts. (+details set)

[look Yi (Three-Blades, crinos)]
Dangerous, feral golden amber eyes echo the Rage that flows just inside the veins. Earthen red and brown fur covers the monstrous werewolf's body, lightening to a blaze of light brown and white upon her front side and inside her limbs. Her large black ears and tail flick and lash in restless energy. Curving yellow-white claws and dagger-like fangs curve and point in a deadly arsenal of the Gaian warrior, ready to rend and tear at a moment's whim. Sets of scars faded with fur riddles the beast's body. Two particular scars stands out as a symbols; upon her right shoulderblade - an ankh with an elongated stem, twisting in an 'S' shape to end in a small spiral and the tribal glyph of the Glass Walkers carved into her lower left abdomen. Both look like they were carved in to last as a brand, a territorial marking. An addition scar travels down the inside of her right thigh to the knee, where it seems she carries herself there with the slightest limp. (+details Three-Blades's scars)

The weapon doesn't stop, the serrated burring itself through the lupus shaped Metis without slowing. White Bear puts his weight on the shaft to secure it's head into the earth in the same thrust, going down on the skewered metis. ~Weaver thing!~ he barks in warning to Yi without looking at her.

Dillen comes down through the forest, basically checking things out on a route around the area or maybe just wanting time to himself. He hears the yelling and immediately shifts into Crinos, running into the area and seeing the sight. He skids in coming to rest near the scene. ~What is happening here?~

As the Ahroun grapples for the Metis, the first thing he goes for is the throat, wrapping his claws around them.

Shock first, then unadulterated anger ripples itself through the Gnawer ragabash as she storms right up to White Bear with a large fist leveled for his face. ~You thundering tribeless dog of an idiot!~ She doesn't really see Dillen first - all intentions are on knocking the ahroun a good one.

Spider-Eyes screams in pain, as the spear scrapes across one shoulder, before puncturing her rib cage and finally pinning her to the ground as it bursts through the other side of her body. The creature scrambles uselessly against the ground and freezes when White Bear grabs at her throat. She whines softly, wetting herself submissivly.

Dillen pauses just long enough to see that someone seems to think WB is doing something wrong. He grunts and launches at WB as well, trying to get him off the Metis.

White Bear doesn't see Dillen arrive either a little busy with the Metis as he shifts his weight to keep her pinned with his knees and hand. Yi's swing connects with his head, cracking across his muzzle and causing some blood fly out his mouth. This gets his attention just in time to see Dillen coming for him, twisting to lash his foot out at the other in a very solid kick. He's not going to be dislodged so easily: not without Tamara's throat coming with him. ~She is weaver thing!~ He barks again. ~Eyes like spider!~

Spider-Eyes's eyes are closed, overly large ears clamped against her skull. Her body remains rigid and unmoving, as she whines softly. ~Submitting. No kill,~ she manages too whimper.

Three-Blades takes the foot to her gut with a short Oomph of air, though her other hand snaps down quick to catch the ahroun's foot and leg. ~She is Strider, Metis, and so help me you /Will/ Let Go of her or I will beat you down so hard, your tail will be growing from the space that is vacant between your ears!~ The ragabash digs her claws into the ahroun's leg, not quite puncturing just yet. Still, she hasn't seen Dillen.
From afar, to the room, White Bear didn't kick Yi, the kick was for dillen. Sorry about not being clear.

Bloods-Bane sees the eyes and stumbles back at the kick to him. He stops for a moment, looking at Tamara, confused. His eyes simply go to the other wolf, Three-Blades. ~What is it?~ When Tamara speaks and then Three-Blades concurs in his head, he comes around behind and aims a fist at WB's head, hard.

Three-Blades isn't kicked, but she reaches down to grab ahold of the white-furred ahroun nonetheless. And repeats her threat of cultivating rear ends through brainspace. Not 'til the Get also aims a punch does she see him, and ducks to avoid getting caught between fist and furred head.

It's like punching a rock: eventually, your fist is going to hurt. Well, in this case the rock probably has some pretty solid ringing in his head, but the White Ahroun is more then just thick mentally. He snarls for the first time after Dillen gives him one over the noggin, and his free fist swings back at the other in sharp uppercut. ~Get back or even if she isn't I'll tear out your throat next moot for /keeping me from doing my job!/~ His claws remain firmly attached to the Metis's throat.

Spider-Eyes is starting to seriously smell of fear now, whole body shivering. ~Litany. Accept surrender. Law.~

Three-Blades bares her teeth, flattened ears smeared back on her skull as she lets go and gets back. Breath coming hard as she fights down the urge to just smack the white ahroun, she sucks in hard and howls out long and loud. ~Hear me Hidden Walk! White Bear tests the Litany's worth! A fool is he, striking at those who follow the Emerald Mother! A fool is he, dishonoring a guest of the Warder's Tribe! A fool is he, he who wishes to follow the Wise One, but has no wits of his own, only bloodlust and hate!~

Bloods-Bane dodges the punch with an ease that not many garou have. ~Let it go, White Bear. It surrendered!~ Dillen grabs at WB's arms, trying to pull him back, calling on Fenris to aid him. His strength grows as he pulls. ~LET GO!~

Bloods-Bane dodges the punch with an ease that not many garou have. ~Let it go, White Bear. It surrendered!~ Dillen grabs at WB's neck, letting his claws sink just barely into flesh, calling on Fenris to aid him. ~You rip. I will rip. LET GO.~

~Shut _UP_. And -let go-. She still has her throat on her, so I have broken no litany.~ He snarls at Yi and Dillen sharply, no mistaking his tone. ~I am guardian. /Let/ me /do my job/.~

Three-Blades snorts back, her howl fading. ~Bloods-Bane, Let go of the idiot.~ The ragabash's tone, though she is cliath, carries with it one that implies Her dominance in this situation. ~You are a Guardian who will face judgement of a philodox next, if you do not let go of her,~ she replies to White Bear with arms folding over her chest. ~Accept Honorable Surrender.~

Bloods-Bane pulls back and release. ~Yes. The bully will face a philodox.~ Dillen's jaw sets and he steps back from the fight. ~Accept the surrender.~ He growls out, staring at WB. His hands reach down and he drags his claws against a rock, a silent threat.

White Bear says, ~Go stick things in your butt, Three Blades.~ Those words don't sound like he came up with them, but like White Bear is repeating someone else. Someone about the age of 12. ~I am guardian. I am dominant in this situation. I have accepted her surrender. I have not harmed her further, nor have I torn out her throat after she has surrendered. -After- I do, you may talk about me breaking the litany.~

~_You_~ he gives the Metis a slight shake. ~Do not have permission to be on the bawn from Seeker-Warder or Firewatcher-Alpha. I can attack you, even /if/ you are not a weaver thing, for violating this territory. It is my _duty_. To do this to enforce our territory from those not yet welcome and those unwelcome. My /duty./~ At this Yi and Dillen get a stare each, the Ahroun clearly pissed. The weapon is yanked out of Tamara almost as an after thought, being dropped a sort distance away. ~That is -if- you are not a weaver thing. /Which/, without word from either Seeker-Warder or Firewatcher-Alpha, I have no proof that you are not.~~

Now that the spear has been removed from her body, the wound starts to heal. Fur soaked in her own blood, the mule belly-crawls toward Three-Blades and cowers behind the Gnawers legs. Whimpering softly. Not make trouble. Not make trouble.

Three-Blades snarls again. ~As far as I am concerned, Ronin, you are a guest of the Hidden Walk as well, only earning your keep by helping to guard. Yours is not a place to say whether she is allowed here or not. /I/ am escorting her to find the Warder, since he cannot be bothered to even show up when he is needed by his own tribemate,~ the Gnawer rattles out. ~She has been checked for the Wyrm-scent and has none. We do not combat the Weaver, no matter what you think. If you question my guest's presence here, you challenge /my/ honor and judgement as a Garou of the Hidden Walk. You challenge Calls-the-Spirits-to-Battle's wisdom in seeing that this Garou is no threat to us.~ And here, the ragabash steps further forward. ~Well? Do You?~

Bloods-Bane stands, growling. He then seats himself, claws still grinding across a rock. His breath is fast in his chest, still holding back his own rage and letting the words between Yi and WB go on.

~I do not challenge your honour. But last Groundskeeper made a Weaver ban on all the bawn, and Guards-The-Flame-Groundskeeper has not told us that the ban has been lifted.~ White Bear lifts his bloodied weapon off the ground, tipping it at the Metis and Gnawer. ~The rules are they can go no further then the farmhouse without the Warder or Firewatcher-Alpha's permission. I do not -care- if she must wait a long time. If she cannot find Seeker-Warder, or cannot wait, she can ask Firewatcher-Alpha. She -cannot- come onto the bawn to look for Seeker-Warder. -You- do not have Seeker-Warder's permission to take anyone you please onto the bawn. If you do not like the rules, then challenge Seeker-Warder for Warder.~

~Do you have the gift that senses the Weaver? I didn't think so.~ Three-Blades spits back at the ahroun. ~And as for whether or not I had permission or not... You did not even stop to ask me, you fool. Your fullmoon mind is always set at kill first, and think after of whether or not it is regrettable.~

~Do you have permission from the warder to take anyone one you please onto the bawn?~ White Bear barks at her sharply, pushing face forward as he does. The squat white and red crinos stares directly Yi, hand trembling in restrained violence.

Three-Blades unfolds her arms from her chest, and snorts. ~No, but in fact I was just going to ask Seeker-rhya as soon as I saw him.~ Oh, the ragabash is testing the ahroun's temper for sure with her sarcasm - even if she indirectly refers to Tamara as the 'Can I keep it?' stray she found.

~Then you have broken the rules, Three-Blades.~ He snarls, taking a step forward and bearing his teeth. ~Metis: You will leave this bawn immediately. You may stay at the two-legger place of the other tribes if Sings-to-the-Spirits-Rite Master says you can. But you will respect our territory and will not return to the bawn until you have permission from those who can give it.~ There is no question about the tone and posture, the statement clearly being an order.

Spider-Eyes continues to 'hide' behind Three-Blades, having stopped shaking as her wounds healed. Ears as upright as she can manage, the mutated wolf watches the unfolding drama. The monstrosity licks at a dry and bloodied nose, then looks over her shoulder and growls sharply. Shaking her head, Spider looks up at her protector and whines. I go. Not make trouble.

Three-Blades snorts, turning to go with a rather dismissive flick of her ear at the guardian. ~Come on Spider-Eyes. We will seek out the Warder another time. Never mind that the farmhouse is part of the bawn as well, according to the Warder.~ The ragabash's tail lashes behind her, disappearing as she shifts down to her birthform.
Bloods-Bane still remains over to one side. His head shakes and he makes it to his feet, shifting down to lupus and looking at WB, giving a shake of his whole body before he heads for the tree line.

Spider-Eyes follows after Yi, keeping her body low to the ground. As they near the edge of the Bawn, the bloodied metis shifts into homid and follows the Gnawer out of the woods.

White Bear plods forward. ~If two-legger place is on bawn, she cannot be there.~ He growls after them.

Spider-Eyes follows after Yi, keeping her body low to the ground. As White Bear comes closer, she whines and presses herself against the ground. ~Tobin-Rhya said I could stay there. So did Alicia-Rhya.~

Three-Blades turns around as White Bear comes after them. She looks to Spider-Eyes, then back to the Guardian again, waiting for what he has to say about permission granted by the Groundskeeper as well.

White Bear plods forward, the Crino's eyes rounding out as he nears the other two. ~Calls-Spirits-to-Battle cannot give permission.~ He grumbles, mulling Alicia around in his head.

Three-Blades takes a few steps so that she puts herself between Tamara and the guardian. ~Fine, but the Fostern Groundskeeper... she can't either?~ Tense, but calm, the Gnawer inclines her head slightly.

Pierces Ice arrives minutes after Yi's howl went up. Her hackles are raised, while the rest of her posture is one of pure dominance. Her nose and ears have carried her here, and as she finds the group she crosses protectively in front of her crinos packmate before bulging up into the war form herself. She casts a baleful glare at Three Blades, before she even notices Bloods-Bane or the Strider. That last gets a second look, one of distaste and a reflexive flexing of the claws.

Spider-Eyes presses herself even closer to the ground, face turned away from the group. Every line of her body screaming submission.

White Bear's attention is drawn to the Alpha, posture only now dropping from that of the top dog around here. His spear is bloodied, as is parts of his coat, though he bears no wounds. His tail droops, and no longer stands so strait. ~Sister-Alpha. Three-Blades has broken the rules and brought one without permission onto the bawn.~ He pauses at tick, bearing his teeth at the other two. ~She -claims- it is not of the weaver, and that it is just metis.~

Spider-Eyes's coat and side is bloodied, butg it appears that her wounds have healed.
Yi isn't about to challenge the Alpha of the Guardian Pack, but she looks up at Pierces Ice, expecting the Wendigo to say her piece.

The Wendigo's piercing gaze remains on the metis for a short while, a snarl pulling black lips away from sharp white teeth. Then she turns to Yi, and her shoulders roll forward as her head comes down to gaze almost levelly at the Ragabash. ~What Warder scented it, allowed it entry? What Alpha gave it rest? You dishonor my packmate, my pack! Do you challenge us as guardians? Know better than we?~ Her voice increases in volume and grows harsher as each word is spoken.

White Bear's ears scoop back as Jacinta gets worked up, hunching his head slightly as she snarls at Yi. He doesn't add anything, silent and fairly still.

Yi distinctly doesn't meet the Wendigo's gaze - easier to do underneath her baseball cap's brim. "Had he killed Spider-Eyes, he would have killed a good Garou who was submitting to him. She was allowed to stay at the farmhouse by Alicia-rhya, and Tobin found no scent of Wyrm on her. As the farmhouse is also considered bawn,..." Shrugging once now, the Gnawer lets the logic trail off.

Bloods-Bane shifts to homid and walks a little closer, listening and looking between them all, in case someone wishes to ask him what he saw. He remains quiet for the time being, though.

White Bear's temper flairs abruptly once more, baring his teeth and snarling at the Gnawer Homid. ~You moon calf! If I was going to kill her, I would have done it the moment I HAD HER THROAT. You _Stupid_, _Smelly_, Urrah APE!~ The bloodied Ahroun is positively Livid, slavering slightly as he bellows at her.

Pierces Ice's jaws open to let out a wordless roar, her hot breath and spittle flung toward the Bone Gnawer's face. ~You accuse my packmate of breaking the Litany! You wish to challenge, so be it!~ She steps back, one arm thrust out to gesture at White Bear. ~Name your terms, brother! She challenges your honor!~

Dillen steps up and looks between them all. "May I speak for a moment?" he looks to Jacinta. "Jacinta-Rhya. If you will allow." His arms folded across his chest.

Yi grits her teeth under the onslaught of insults, but here is where she shakes her head. "I do not challenge his honor," she states firmly, with a quick look to Dillen. "No Dillen, let me handle it." The ragabash turns back to Pierces Ice. "I will admit to my mistakes when they are pointed out."

Spider-Eyes's tongue runs over her nose. I go. Not make trouble. The mule briefly looks up at the group with those strage eyes, before looking away again. Sorry. I go.

Dillen steps back and nods his head. "As you wish."

Pierces Ice doesn't even seem to hear Dillen as her attention swings back down to Yi. Her teeth are bared as she grunts and huffs at the Ragabash, finally forming words. ~You do. Your words are challenge.~ She takes in a deep breath, slowing herself before continuing. ~If you did not intend challenge, make contrition before all eyes.~ Spider gets another whithering glance as she begins to move.

White Bear snarls at Yi, his scarred chest rising repeatedly as he stares at her. His hand clenching his weapon starts to shake again as if he wants to run over there and tear her to pieces. Little flecks gather at the edge of his muzzle. ~You say I have no honour and would break the litany!~

Yi takes off her cap and inserts it into her jacket pocket, so that her eyes are not shadowed when she looks over to White Bear - or what parts of him she can see behind Pierces Ice. "I apologize for my rash and foolish behavior," she concedes, throat tight with full intent on riding through this wave of embarrassment. "I admit I am in the wrong for bringing one who has not given Chiminage or gained permission to enter the woods-bawn, onto it. I am wrong for not having howled for the Guardians to come and inspect the newcomer. And... and it is I who do not have the honor, and break the Litany by not respecting the territory guarded here." The Gnawer swallows down, sinking to her knees and doing a full kow-tow to both Guardians. "Please allow me to humbly request some time, so that this dishonorable urrah may find one who knows of the Rite of Contrition, and pay her debt back in full."

Dillen lets out a deep breath and watches Yi as she does so. He shoves his hands into his pockets, shaking his head.

This gesture from Dillen does not go unnoticed. To Yi she gives a final snort of acceptance, stepping back from her and allowing her ears to turn outward briefly with a grunted, ~I accept,~ though her movements are intented to carry her out from between her packmate and the Bone Gnawer. Now, though, her attention swings to the Galliard, eyes narrowed and ears pulled forward, questioning his meaning.

Dillen raises a brow. "Yes, Jacinta-Rhya?" As she turns to look at him.

White Bear seems to have a hard time working his way through the apology. In fact, it seems to confuse him more then it calms him down, but when Jacinta doesn't get worked up over the apology, he seems to accept that it was sinecure, whatever it was. Dillen, likewise, gets as sharp look as he catches her attention shifting to the Get.

Yi doesn't lift her eyes from the dirt she's staring at. In fact, she remains very, very still, expecting some invisible guillotine to come down on her regardless of her apology and the acceptance of her request.

Pierces Ice now puts voice to the posture as she steps even closer to the Get. ~What? What do you say?~

Dillen looks up to Jacinta. "Apologies. I have nothing to say. I only regret that I was a part of it." His face is serene in what he says and no lie to it. He bows his head to the elder. "Will that be all, Jacinta-Rhya?"

Spider-Eyes remains pressed against the forest floor, unmoving and just as still as Yi.

White Bear brow furrows, growling for a moment as he glowers over to Dillen. ~He kept me from doing my duty by attacking me. He should not do it again.~ He grumbles.

Pierces Ice grudgingly accepts Dillen's words and steps back until she can take in all three of the others, Dillen, Yi, and the metis. ~If the Groundskeeper said to keep it at the Farmhouse, then that is where it should stay. Return it there.~ Her voice carries the authority of her position, and her posture, though calmer, reads still of anger.

Yi keeps her head bowed, but dips it low once in silent acknowledgement of the Guardian Alpha's words. Rising stiffly to stand, she turns without further speech and walks on back the way she and Tamara had gone. The Gnawer says nothing even to the lupus, drawing out her cap and refitting it back on her head as she goes.

Dillen bows his head once more and nods. He says nothing else, walking out and into the forest.

Spider-Eyes slinks after Yi, dogging the Gnawer's heels. She shifts into homid as the pair nears the tree-line.

Barnyard
The lane wends its way back and around the farmhouse to here, where it widens into a broad, grassy sward contained only by the woods which encircle it on three sides. Buildings break up the purity of the landscape: an open-sided structure which serves as a garage and the big barn, empty of livestock, to the east. A good-sized vegetable and herb garden furrows the land south of the barn, while a pyramid-like pile of rocks, of similar consistency to the gravel of the lane, rests a few yards south of the garage.
North of the buildings, the fields have long been fallow, hastening a conversion from farmland to natural prairie. A sliding glass door allows admittance to the farmhouse, the interior obscured by Levolor(tm) blinds in a wood-grain pattern. The lane leads out around the house to the southwest. The discerning can just barely pick out the beginnings of a faint path into the woods towards the southeast.
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FIelds  BArn  Farmhouse  Lane  Woods  

"I'm sorry," Tamara voices quietly, as the pair leave the treeline. "I did not mean to get you into trouble."

Yi continues back towards the farmhouse in silence, well until the pair are far beyond earshot of the guardians, lupus or otherwise. The Gnawer's face is blank, and for a time being she makes no reply even to the metis' apology. Not until they are over halfway into the barnyard does she quietly speak. "It is not your fault. I forget, sometimes, that though America is a free country, there are still tolls to pass in the Sunset Garou's lands." She clears her throat once, not exactly adding much more to it. "You can... go where you like on the farmhouse lands. As Pierces Ice has said. She is the Alpha of the Guardian pack, and so I will not argue with her." The ragabash sighs out, soft and subdued.

"I can teach you Contrition," Tamara blurts out, clearly trying to make amends.
From afar, to Yi and White Bear, Pierces Ice nods. Yep. I think it's safe to say: It's not Bawn, but it's Sept property.

Yi pauses in her steps, though she doesn't immediately turn around. "I would gladly accept," she starts, "Except that until Seeker and Megan-rhya return, and you have not given Chiminage, then I am not sure if the Guardians will accept my performing a rite taught by an outsider." She turns around, a very thin, forced smile on her lips but grateful appreciation of the offer in her eyes. "I am sorry that you were hurt... almost killed, because of my unwise decision."

"I have experience worse," Tamara replies with a shrug. "And I am a Mule. Such things are to be esxpected, espically with my appearance. The only reason I am here today, if that the Children of Gaia at the Sept of Green Waters promised my mother that they would allow me to live."

Tamara says "Death will claim me eventually."

"That is the circle," Yi agrees, turning around again as she starts to pace once more towards the far end of the barn yard, beside the barn. "If Leonard could see me now..." she mumbles, a shake of her head followed by a sad sigh. "He'd drop me in a hole out in the mountains somewhere and let the vultures feed on my eyes for a few days, or something." Coming to a stop beside the barn, she slumps against the wood and slides down to a sit, arms hanging over her knees.

Tamara watches the Gnawer for a moment, then walks away and disapear into the barn. She returns a short time later, a knapsack in tow. "I would like to thankyou, for showing me kindness. There are few that would be willing to do so."

Yi doesn't look up all that quickly, but lifts her gaze eventually. It's one that is weary, but without malice towards the Strider. "It is only what I can do. Yours is not an existence that is your fault. Call it karma from a previous life, or whatever."

Tamara shrugs and sits down beside the Gnawer. "I am a Mule. Gaia's displeasure at my existance is written on my features. I have been permitted to live. I do not ask for anything else." Reaching into her bag, the Strider digs around a little bit before finding a small plastic figure of a coyboy on a bucking bull. "Here. I found this when I was passing through Calgary."

Yi peers at the curious figurine, looking to the metis before she lifts a hand to take it. Fingertips and eyes explore the figure, and she dips her head again. "I thank you for the gift," she replies after another moment. "Though I have never heard of Calgary..."

Tamara smiles a bit. "Its a City, in Canada. They were holding something called the Calgary Stampede when I was there. Someone else called it a rodeo."

Yi wets her lips, gaze going from cowboy on bull to Strider and back. "I saw one of those, on the television. I remember thinking, 'The man is very brave - and very foolish.'" The ragabash shifts her weight a bit to the side. "And afterwards I thought, 'This is what Garou do all the time. Only we are the cowboy, and the bull is our Rage.'"

Tamara's expression falls somewhat. "Yes. Our Rage is something that we are always fighting to control."

Yi shrugs once, still examining the cowboy with a long, slow examination. "For those moments, those few seconds, we are that cowboy. And we try to ride it. To control it. But in the end, we fall." The dire words aren't meant to be so grim. "But as it is a way of the cowboy's life, so it is with us, no? I sat upon the wrong bull, back there on the bawn."

Tamara smiles faintly. "Sometimes, we all fall down. I do my best not to..."
Tamara runs her fingers under the rim of her hat. "For me, loosing control can be worse then normal."

The Gnawer nods slightly, rubbing a fingertip along the blunt points of the bull's horns. "Indeed. I wonder if I've fallen too many times, this time." But the statement follows with a shrug. "For one who is supposed to be in a pack under the honorable Stag."

Tamara gives her head a light shake. "I would not worry too much. There is only so far one can fall and you will always have the chance to do better next time, so long as you are still breathing."

Yi sighs again. "I only fear I have dishonored not only myself and you, but my pack as well." She looks over at the Strider. "You see... Megan-rhya, the Sept Alpha. She is also my pack alpha. Alicia-rhya, also my pack mate." Eyes turning back to the figurine in hand, her hands prod and almost play with it, kept busy. "How will I explain to them..."

Tamara removes her hat, she is wearing a headscarf underneath, and drops the hat onto Yi's head. "You tell them the truth. Thats all you can do."

Yi blinks up at the hat, sitting atop her cap. She turns her eyes from the figurine. "The truth..." she echoes. "The truth is that I've made another mistake. Another one." The cowboy hat is lifted off, glanced at, before being offered back. "Maybe even dumber than getting pregnant by a human... who wore hats just like these."

"There is no same in being pregnant," Tamara notes, taking the hat back. "If the child is not a Mule. You can have children. Thank Gaia for the gifts that she does give you."
Yi shakes her head. "The child is no more," she notes softly. "Lost when I took too much injury from battle." The ragabash is saddened by her statement, but somehow manages to be unattached. Only when she realizes her conversation with the metis, does she clear her throat and remember the metis' birth curse. "I'm sorry - that is not a subject I should have brought up." Her gaze drops back down to the figure. "But nevermind."

Tamara smiles and shakes her head. "I came to terms with what I am and my place a long time ago, Yi-rhya, do not trouble yourself. You sound sad, but you still breath and you will until you stop, you will always have another chance."

Yi sounds sad, certainly. And with effort, she tries to mediate it so that it's not like she's about to spiral down further in the presence of the ahroun. "I know," she replies, sucking in a breath and sighing it out before visibly curling her lip corners up. "Another chance, yes." Glancing about the barnyard, she looks skywards after and starts to push back up to her feet. "I should return to the city soon. Some things to be done, and patrols..." The ragabash pats off some of the dirt clinging to her bottom, and looks to the figure in her other hand. There is a slight hesitation, as she wonders whether or not it was intended to be given to her, or if it was simply an object for temporary distraction.

Tamara's hat is dropped back onto her head and she nods. "Very well. Take care, Yi-rhya. Mother watch your path."

Yi then assumes, with a small bit of caution, to take the figure with her. "Like I said before," she says with a slightly bigger and wry. "Just Yi is fine." Then she bows her head once in a 'goodbye', and starts off towards the gravel lane, crunching down the road.

[Later, as Yi headed back to St. Claire with her tail between her legs...]

Odeon - Lobby(#4049RJ)
The Odeon's lobby is testament to a faded and perverted glory. The deep crimson carpet is thick in places but in others stubbly as velveteen, and the rich pattern of tangling flowers is everywhere marred by dark stains. The walls are clothed in kingly purple tatters of wallpaper, and covered with faded posters featuring women and men in various states of undress, posing with various degrees of tastelessness, and screaming out titles like "Male Service", "Bang Bang: a Sexual Explosion", and "A Slip of Her Tongue" in garish lettering. There's no light in the room but what comes in from the street, and during the day the actresses look grey and ghoulish, and the bright reds and purples of the room faded and dusky; and at night, the place might as well be covered in thick black paint.
Immediately in front of the entrance is dull matte turnstyle which no longer turns, where once tickets were taken. To the right are a pair of doors which some joker has labelled "Pimps" and "Hos" with red spraypaint: these are the washrooms. To the left are a pair of doorways which lack actual doors, and opposite is a grand set of boarded doors which lead into the theatre proper.
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Olga(#4061PJceq)
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Upstairs  THeatre  Street  

It's a cloudy day and quite warm for the end of January, though the weather's wet and threatening, and though the streets seem relatively full everyone wears a scowl, and they hunch up in their coats like turtles hiding in their shells. The Odeon is dark, as it ever is, and barely a degree warmer than outside; it does however promise to keep out the rain, and perhaps that's the reason the woman inside isn't scowling, but instead snoozing against a wall, her snore like the sound that a lawnmower makes as it tries to grind up a fist-sized rock.

Yi slips into the Odeon rather quietly, not quite announcing her presence within just yet. Cap brim pulled far down and shadowing the ragabash's eyes, she lifts her chin a bit to scan the dark theater. Not much to see, no, but the snoring has the no-moon's ear. Rather than disturb the theurge though, she slinks over towards the theater. In her supposed efforts to not disturb, though, she rams her shoulder into the doorway between theatre and lobby, and curses aloud in the native tongue, half in surprise, half in annoyed pain.

Olga grumbles out a surly, surprised, "I can see you, Squeaks, I know what y're up to. You put that _down_!" and then she rolls back over, apparently intent on going back to sleep. It doesn't seem to take though, perhaps the nagging concern of what new plaything the mule may have found is too much for her, perhaps she's just sated; but anyway the snoring doesn't resume and soon she's sitting up, rubbing her eyes roughly with the back of her dirty hand and yawning out a sound not unlike that a yak makes when it's calling to a mate.

Yi shuts up with Olga's pronouncement, looking between theater and lobby. Given that there's no reply of a mini-Crinos, it might be safe to assume that the young metis is asleep, or otherwise occupied. Yi instead, clears her throat with head dipped down. "I'm sorry Olga. I didn't mean to wake you."

"Huh?" Olga asks blearily, moving her head rapidly back and forth across the dark room, like she can't quite figure out what's making noise. "Oh, I, uh," she mumbles, rubbing again at her face, "no, I wasn' asleep. I was standing guard. I mean lying guard." She rubs again, making strange noises that seem absurdly loud in the big still room. "Oh, hey Yi," she greets her, looking at the Ragabash now like she only just realized it was her. "How you been and all, eh?"

Yi is lucky the theater is dark, and she can get away with not giving away too much expression wise. "It has been... ok," she replies with a long pause at the end. "I was just, dropping by. I'm welcome here, right?"

Olga can't read any expression but the words and tone are enough to raise her stumblingly to her feet, still rubbing at her face with one hand while the other strikes out to try and find some balance against the lobby wall. Olga tries to orient herself more-or-less in the Ragabash' direction, though in the darkness it's hard to pin it precisely down. "Jesus Christ," she says slowly, voice rumbling, worried but also slightly exasperated, "of course you are. Always will be, whenever 'r for whatever. Y'know that. Why, wha's the matter? You want to go upstairs, talk about it, eh?

Yi decides this method of running around the bush is only tiring. "Yes. Yes, I need to ask of you a favor... if possible." She's already made note of Olga's whereabouts, so she approaches the theurge herself. "It does require some privacy."

"Le's go upstairs," Olga offers, moving towards the winding, creaky metal staircase with wobbly knees, keeping one hand against the wall as she makes her groggy way up them. "I's quiet, and only one who'd come up there is Jo. It's cool if Jo hears, eh?" she clarifies, the question also almost suspicious, like she'd hope it would be.

Yi nods slowly, not answering the theurge but following up anyway.

Odeon - Upstairs Lounge(#3729RA)
This is one of the few rooms in the theatre which gets enough light during the day not to trip over one's own feet. One whole wall has a wide bank of filthy windows which look out west onto the filthier street below. Across from the stairs are the washrooms, and the projectionist's booth is nestled in to the left of them. In a corner is a wooden construction that must once have been a wide, comfortable bench, but all the padding has been removed except for rare traces, and it's now just rough plywood and unsanded boards. The walls are a creamy yellow though they probably weren't painted that colour, and everything's grimy and dusty. The corner opposite the bench, near the stairs, seems to be serve as the garbage, which spills about a metre out from the wall at its deepest. It's a gruesome heap of organic and inorganic rot, needles, bottles, and styrofoam containers, to which a family of rats has staked its claim, which they defend with violent chittering at the slightest provocation. Open windows keep the place from stinking up too bad, but there's still an underlying, unpleasant funk.
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Olga(#4061PJceq)
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As soon as she's climbed the rickety stairs and been ejected into the upstairs lounge, Olga shambles over towards the big bench which lines one wall and stretches herself out over it with a deeply satisfied sigh to once again be lying down. She thumps a flat palm down on the bench behind her head, in indication that Yi should sit down with her, almost like a bizarre juxtaposition of a shabby psychoanalyst's couch.

Yi, once they are up in the lounge, steps over to the wide bench where she sits down. Slumps, rather. "I made a rather terrible mistake," she begins without prompt. "I dishonored the Guardians of the caern, and... and took a stranger onto the bawn without permission from Sept Alpha or Warder." Yi looks over to the theurge. "And I apologized, but I need to find some other way to make it up."

"Yeah?" Olga asks curiously, a bit of exasperated lethargy in her voice, but still somehow not seeming too horribly concerned. "What the hell'd you do, eh?" Despite the harsh words of the inquisition the tone is much more curious than angry, almost like she's hoping there might be an amusing story in it.

Yi smiles, but it is humorless. The ragabash sweeps her cap off her head, running her hair back with her hand. "There is a new Strider at the farmhouse. A metis, ahroun, named Tamara Spider-Eyes." Her hand slips into her pocket, fingering some object contained within. "Since she was a Strider, she had to seek out Seeker-rhya for chiminage, correct? As Seeker is Warder as well, though, he remains on the bawn and does not come often to the farmhouse. I knew this. But I forgot... I thought the farmhouse was part of the bawn, in a sense. And thus thought to escort Tamara to find the Warder." She pauses then continues. "White Bear found us instead."

Olga cranes her neck so that her head's supporting a fair bit of her weight and she's able to look up at Yi, the light coming in from the window providing enough illumination to see the Ragabash' expression. "The farmhouse isn' part of the Bawn?" she asks her, surprise evident in her voice. Apparently it's news to her. The smile disappears just as quickly with mention of White Bear.

"I don't know," Yi replies in sudden frustration, Rage creeping through the background of her tone from the humiliation and embarrassment. "I assumed Tamara had been given permission by someone to seek out Seeker, as it was she was staying at the farmhouse already. But as she and I were travelling, she'd made a suggestion of possibly faster searching by way of lupus. I agreed, and when she shifted..." The ragabash swallows down. Her voice continues on, softened but not any less tense. "White Bear saw her lupus, and attacked from who knows where. He simply... Speared her with that bloody weapon of his and leapt upon her like he would tear her throat out without a second thought." She grips the end of the bench tightly.

"White Bear's a retard," Olga says dismissively and without anything else, like that's all she's got to say and that'll do of itself. Concern suddenly enters her face though, a vague and thin worry; again she tilts her head so that she can look up at Yi, and she asks her quick, "Is the mule okay? I guess she must've looked pretty rough, eh - but God damn it, you were walking with 'er. Fuckin' retard."

"She is fine. The spear at least, not silver tipped. In my anger, and desperation to get White Bear off before he really did kill her or frenzy and then kill her," Yi rattles harshly, "I said - I howled - some rather .. harsh insults. It was only my intention to distract him... but I also struck White Bear. I punched him in the head. Dillen... Bloods-Bane, he was there as well. Tried to help me, but... eventually White Bear did let go of Tamara. And he and I were in argument before Pierces Ice came. And... and basically, I made a grave mistake. My insults, she heard and took offense. I had offended her packmate, prevented him from doing his duties as a Guardian, and broken the rules of the bawn." Each misdeed is spoken with less and less volume, and the ragabash slumps so far that her head is put in her hands.

Olga seems positively incensed, shoving down with her hand and launching herself to sit upright, teeth ground down against each other. "Well fuck them," she says sharply, bitterly. "If you'd've `let him do his duties as a Guardian` as he saw 'em that mule'd have been dead already, eh? And I take it somebody already checked her out and all that shit - so _fuck_ them. Fuck 'em! Don't owe them no God damn apology."

"Tobin. Tamara had met Tobin," Yi utters softly, but there is to effect surprise in that utterance at Olga's livid response. "I made a mistake, Olga. I didn't... didn't actually check if what Tamara had said is true. She is still not one of our sept. Even... even Tobin, supposedly, is not. I- I don't know." It's hard to swallow down. She had herself convinced of apologies, but here with her tribe elder being the complete opposite of opinion, there's no amount of confusion in Yi's demeanor now. "I told Jacinta I would find someone who could teach me the Rite of Contrition, so that I may sincerely show my apologies for insulting and dishonoring her and her packmate."

Olga's mouth twists and turns like she's still working everything over, she rubs at her chin and drums heavy hard fingers against the wood of the bench, so that it echoes across the room. "What'd you say?" she asks suddenly, turning her head to glance at Yi. "How bad was it, what'd you call him?"

Yi doesn't look to her tribe elder. "Amongst other things... a tribeless dog, Ronin who was only here because he was earning his keep by staying on the bawn as a guard. A fool, who would dishonor a guest of the Hidden Walk of the Warder's tribe. An idiot who would kill first and then ask if it was a regrettable action later... a Guardian who would break the Litany." No, that's not all but it's certainly some of the worser things that she'd called White Bear. Her next in-drawn breath is a ragged one. "But he was only doing his duties. He was right... to end the possible threat as quickly as possible. I was the fool, for forgetting. Forgetting that one time, someone we thought who was friendly, turned on us and led the Spiral Dancers right to our caern..."

Olga breathes slowly and effortfully, like she's trying to clear her head and think clearly, dismissing rage or bias, though how far she gets with it who knows. She draws in and reaches out a long heavy hand across Yi's back, somewhere between a friendly shoulderclap and a half, uncertain one-handed hug. She leaves her hand there, though; she asks then, pointedly, "If you hadn' been there, do you think that mule'd be dead now? We sure now that she's clean, too? Been checked out and all?"

Yi just shakes her head, not letting herself go on this one. "If I hadn't been there, she wouldn't have gone into the woods. She was told to stay at the farmhouse, but... but I didn't think about it. I just... assumed..." Her voice is soft still, colored with tension and shame. "I did wrong, Olga. That she was already checked for Wyrmscent and found clean by Tobin and Alicia... doesn't matter." She looks over at the theurge. "It doesn't matter, because next to the Warder and the Alpha, the next Garou who is the one to allow visitors on the bawn is the Alpha of the Guardian pack, is it not?" There, a certain surge of frustrated anger tinges the Ragabash's tone.

Olga works on that slowly, silent for a long time, teeth gritted together; the hand around the other's shoulder grips tighter, trying to give some bit of reassurance or comfort even while her words mostly confirm what the Ragabash is saying. "Yeah," she accords slowly, "maybe y' did. But so did he and I'm not gonna let you go thinkin' this's all you're fault and you're a fuckup. 'Cause you're not. But if you agreed to do a Contrition there's no way out of it, I guess, not without goin' back on your word. But still, you got every right to call that Tribeless bastard just what he is, even if you did wrong in taking out the mule."

Yi shuts her eyes tightly, working away an urge to just yell out a stream of frustration. The wrinkling disappears as she rubs it away, her Rage pulsing like an unwanted headache. "He's not to be tribeless for much longer," she finally says. "He's chosen which tribe he will look to seek favor of... and then. And then, there is no going back on my insults. I must find someone who can teach me that rite, so that I may give Jacinta and White Bear my apologies."

Olga draws Yi closer, roughly rubbing her arm like she's trying to work some of the furstration that's obviously building up inside of her out. "S'alright," she says dismissively, like she really believes it. "I know Contrition, I'll teach it to you, no worries. Though y'know, he's still going to be a bastard even if he does manage to grab himself a Tribe. Which one's he finally settlin' for now, eh?"

Yi turns her head, gazing sidelong to the theurge. "Uktena," she answers her first. "And thank you. I needed to tell this to someone... but I will still have to go to Alicia. Or Trevor." Again, that headache comes back, and the ragabash hisses out softly. "I am so confused now, though I know it is somewhere deep I know these manners. I was taught before I came... the Sunset Garou have ways different from... from 'Us.'" The quotation's there.

Olga's lips quirk fiercely up, the amusement which plays across them is obvious. "Poor fuckin' Reggie," the woman says, half serious and half pleased at whatever frustration will ensue for the bedragged Ahroun. "S'alright, Yi," she says again, giving her another quick squeeze. "I sure as hell don' know what all their manners are. But s'long as all they want from us when they think we fuck up is a `gee, I'm sorry`, we'll be a'right. I've had to use Contrition a time or two myself since I got here, eh?"

Yi nods slowly, though there is a certain lack of amusement on her end of the spectrum. "I definitely should learn it. The many mistakes I keep making... I will be surprised if Megan doesn't get frustrated enough with me to kick me out of Resonance."

"Yi," Olga says chidingly, "she's not goin' to do that, if only 'cause doing that would mean she'd have to admit she made a mistake letting you in in the first place, and Megan's sure as hell not going to do _that_." However it comes across it sounds like it was intended to lighten the mood a little, to make her feel a little better. "But's a good thing to learn, y'know. 'Cause everybody fucks up. Everybody."

Yi nods again, but as she wets her lips, looks up again. "I feel like I must repay you as well. For your support, and for the teaching. If there is anything I would know that you might like to learn... "

Olga waves her free hand dismissively, tossing off the offer with a scrunched face that shows she doesn't think it's necessary. "Don' worry about it Yi," she says offhandedly. "Hell, what're Tribemates for, eh? Jus' do me a favour and look after yourself, and try not to need it too much, eh? Oh and don' pick a fight with Josh unless you got a Get nearby, like you did, eh? Don't want to lose you." She grins then, again, though the gesture is a little twisted and forced.

Yi eventually curls up a smile, the theurge's light nonchalance penetrating her dour cloud. "I'm sure I could handle White Bear," she remarks softly but definitely with a certain confidence - foolhardy perhaps. "And I will try not to need the rite too much." The ragabash then slips out what was in her pocket: a figurine of a cowboy riding a bucking bull. She offers this to the Gnawer elder. "This was from Tamara. She said she had gotten it when she was in Calgary. Some place in Canada."

Olga lets out a long, drawled, uncertain "Uhhhh," at Yi's assertion that she could handle White Bear, but she leaves it at that, glancing out the window at the various forms milling below. She looks back from the window when Yi produces the little figurine, leaning over and giving it a scrutionous glance, stretching out her hand to take it. "Oh yeah?" she asks, not certain what to make of it. "Yeah, they have a big rodeo there, sometimes," she confirms easily.

"Oh yes, she mentioned that," Yi adds. "Something about a Calgary Stampede." The ragabash nods again to something else, before gazing off. "So, what should I bring to the teaching?"

Olga sits on the long bench just next to Yi, heavy arm still wrapped around the Ragabash's shoulders, face red in the neon light that reaches in from the street outside. She still looks a little groggy from her early sleep, but she's mostly over it, and she answers Yi's question while still regarding the cowboy on his horse with an intent, solemn sort of curiosity. "Oh, um," she manages slowly. "For a Contrition you have to give something up, as a gift. It doesn' have to be valuable, but it has to be something you'll miss when it's gone, and you can't run out and replace it. It's got to be something you'll think for months after, `Man, I wish I still had my - whatever.` That's the point, so that you'll always remember. But you don't need to figure out what it should be yet, we can just use a dummy item to begin with."

Yi sits a bit slumped under the theurge's arm, eyes alternating between looking at the floor and looking at Olga. "Something I will miss, and cannot simply replace." The Gnawer ragabash echoes quietly this requirement, and looks thoughtful.

From downstairs comes the clip-clopping of tired shoes. A few barks are quickly shushed back into silence, and the staircase soon begins to creak. Joey appears at the top, a tired, drowsy look on her face. She stops, squints, then lifts a hand. "Sup."

Olga gives Yi's repetition a sympathetic grimace, like she knows just how rough the requirement is. At the creak of footsteps on the stairs she looks up, and when Joey arrives at the top that grimace turns just as quickly into an easy, welcoming smile, simply and quietly glad to see the girl. Her hand almost immediately leaves Yi's shoulder, though there's a casualness about it, and it gives a squeeze before it goes. "Hey Jo," she greets her, happily. "Come sit down, eh?"

Yi glances up at the barks from downstairs, and as Joey appears the thoughtful look disappears to be replaced by a small, and warm smile for the other ragabash. "Joey. It is good to see you again." She doesn't seem to notice the lack of theurge arm, or rather doesn't mind that it departs. "How are you doing?"

Joey give an easy enough grin in return to both of theirs, "A'ight I guess. You guys need me to bugger off for a bit? I don' wanna interrupt or nothing." Her hands slip into her pockets as a loose shoulder shrug rises and falls.

Olga gives her head a shake which sends her 'kerchief dribbling down the side of her face, though she doesn't seem to notice. "Hell, no, I don' care. You care, Yi? Yi doesn' care. What you been up to, kid?" Olga says, rumbling the words out as she pats the bench beside her in indication of where Joey should sit herself down.

Yi quirks a half of her smile up some more. "Even if you were, you are family and I wouldn't mind." The ragabash scoots to one side, opening up a second space for the choosing. "You left a word on going to investigate the streets. So, how is that going?"

Joey gives another look to them both then moves to sit down where she was instructed. Her hands never come out of her pockets as she sits, and another shrug goes up. "A'right so far. Got in good with Jake. He's just a runner, but he talks about what he hears the talk about. Nothing much really." Sniff. "What're ya'll up to?"

"No werewolves?" Olga asks curiously, obviously hoping the answer is no and pleased in advance as she thinks it will be. Olga stretches her arm out and draws the girl in, giving her shoulder a rub. "You got a cold, Jo?" the Theurge asks, curious, though she lets Yi answer the girl's question.

Yi passes over a quick glance at Olga, and then explains with a more solemn note, "I had told Olga about Tamara, a newcomer to the sept. And I mistakenly thought to escort her to the bawn in search of the Warder, but... we were stopped." Her eyes glance away, as she figures it is best to sum up. "I will need to apologize. With the Rite of Contrition, for my rudeness towards the Guardians and my mistake for breaking the bawn rules." Though there is a slight tightening of her throat, the ragabash bears through it as calmly as she can.

Joey shakes her head at Olga's second question first, but doesn't offer anything else in reply to her sniffle. "Naw, jus' a while back he was laughing about it. Saying that they all musta fucked up what they were baking and overdid it or some shit. He won't touch their hard stuff now." Yi's predicament is given more focused attention, "Betcha it's that fuckin' White Bear... he probably had a hissy fit and ended up with his own tail up his ass."

Olga almost laughs at Joey's assertion, a strange coughing sound that comes airily from her throat, and she gives the girl's back a slap. "Bingo," she confirms with more amusement, herself, than anger. "Probably right about the tail part, too. Guy needs a new name: White Bear Brown Tail."

Yi again, moves her gaze from the two other Gnawers. It's a gaze that would say, 'funny that you say that,' but she doesn't voice anything after it. "He did his duty. There was nothing I could argue against it..." she murmurs. Then with a glance back, "Yet I can't say I feel too terrible. I worry about White Bear's mind, some times."

Joey snorts, "What's left of it? Wolf mind. That's all. And we're not creatures of just wolf. Should be White Talon is his name..." She sniffs again and leans back, taking her hands from her pockets to fold over her chest. "Sorry ya gotta deal with that shit Yi. Ya want me to like, leave some unfamiliar dog shit around the bawn or something? Give him something to keep him busy for a while?"

Yi shakes her head. "No, I don't think we should do that," she replies to Joey with a glance up to her. A smallish ragabash smile creeps over her features. "At least, not until I have made up my apologies."

Olga grins at them both, and she stretches out against the back of the bench, letting out a satisfied sigh and complaining loudly, "Y'know sometimes I think we should enforce a new tradition where all the Ahroun got to go through obedience training. Crazy fucks. Anyway Jo," she says, rolling her head slowly over to regard the girl, "how long you gonna keep on with Jake? Think he's about dry, so far as information goes, eh? I mean you done good so far and all, but 'm wondering how much further you go."

Joey shrugs a bit, "I dunno. I guess things are cooling down a bit, but I dun' wanna get scarce now and make it seem like some weird come and go chick. Prolly better to keep consistant, ya know? 'sides, Jake isn't like most of the others I seen. He's a'right overall." Her hand dips back into her pocket and then she pulls out a bag of M&M's, "Want some guys?"

"I couldn't turn down chocolate," Yi admits. "And it will be good, that you can slip in with Jake and keep an eye out." She looks back to Olga briefly. "Our territory being the streets, we need to keep our eyes out, but if we also can, make ourselves quiet watchers from within."

"Yeah," Olga superficially concurs with Yi; though she doesn't look at the old Cliath, her attention is all absorbed on the young one, watching her almost suspiciously like there may be some worry there hidden beneath the girl's youthful skin. She looks down at the bag when it's offered but gives her head a tight shake; "No thanks," she dismisses it, turning her head to look down at the street below, and the neon which lights it.

Joey gives a nod to Yi and dumps some M&M's into her palm. "Yah, I mean, gotta do something useful. So, I guess this works." She chomps a few of her own candies down and lets out a short yawn. "God I'm all hella tired and stuff. I think I'ma head down for the night." She looks between the two of them with a smile, "Here Yi, have the rest, Jake'll buy me more shit tomorrow."

Yi takes the back with a bit of surprise, but then bobs her head once. "Ok. Have a good night's sleep, Joey." With that, she leans back a bit and lounges with the theurge for a bit, popping down M&Ms.

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