Meeting Basil

4/8/2005

12:12 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning New Moon phase (4% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is partly sunny. The temperature is 47 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.68 and steady, and the relative humidity is 65 percent. The dewpoint is 36 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 11:49 Pacific Time on Fri Apr 8 2005.

Porch
A lathe-turned wooden railing runs the length of the porch save where the steps are, well-worn with use. To the right of the stairs, a wide swing is suspended from the overhang which shelters this area; to the left, a small table is the centerpiece for several chairs pulled around it, all of which face out to the front yard and the fields and trees beyond. The spring breezes which blow through hold the promise of new growth to come, filling the space with an openness that includes all of the farm. The low shrubs planted in the rich bed of earth beyond the railing hold new leaves and tiny buds which threaten to burst into color at any moment.
An aging screen door newly refurbished stands between the heavy inner door of the house and the outside air. Four steps lead down to the lane, a number of pots with small flower seedling carefully arranged alongside them.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Basil
Obvious exits:
Front Door  Lane  

The pale, and rather frail looking body of a young male is lain out in a chair near the edge of the porch, eyes closed as he soaks in the sun. It almost appears as though he's sleeping, infact, his shirt serving as a make shift pillow.

The crunch of shoes on gravel approaching from the lane should be enough to signal Yi's presence, and though she looks calm on the outside, the ragabash also is looking a /tad/ bit more tense and frazzled around the edges. The Gnawer is muttering under her breath to herself, in words that undoubtedly sound Asian. Once closer to the powerch steps, though, she slows her quick pace and looks up at the cub lying on the chair, and somehow that seems to cheer her. Even though she's likely given herself away already, the ragabash makes an effort to move quietly and silently (hard thing to do on gravel) as she makes her way up the steps and onto the porch, hopefully not waking Basil.

Basil 's ears detect the distinctive crunch, crunch, crunch of foot falls on the loose shattered stones. It's a sound he's become accustomed to since living there... But it doesn't sound like Brom. Or Gunnar. Or any of the other pissed off, heavy, firm stepping Garou he's come to keep an ear out for. Rather then open his eyes to see who it is, he decides to play a little, murmuring just loud enough to be heard as though speaking in his dreams. "They must know that it was the rats, the slithering, scurrying rats who's scampering will never let me sleep; the daemon rats.. " It dies off for a moment before continuing. "That race beyond the padding of this room and beckon me down to greater horrors then I have... Ever known, the rats they can never hear... The rats, the rats in the walls..."

[look Basil]
A strange sort of air hangs about this boy. At a mere height of 4'7" tall, he almost seems intimidating despite his shortness. Brown, straight and well washed hair has been combed in a simple fashion, reaching just past his chin. An blend of curiousity and hardness seems to pool in his blue-grey eyes, reflecting some of his nature. The boy isn't what one would call handsome but rather, pretty. Angular features, a small chin combined with a little nose don't exactly make him look manly. His build doesn't help this either. Saying he was lean would be generous, skinny would be more on target. A baggy grey sweat shirt and equally baggy matching pair of sweat pants with the strings tied tightly in front. Bare feet with long toenails move the boy here and there.

Yi pauses as she stands over and a bit off to the side of the cub, brows lifting as she makes out his words. A slight smile plays across her face, and a creak of the wood beneath her feet tells of her shifting weight. Basil may be 'asleep', but Yi doesn't mind. Thin finger reach out and over, and provided she is undeterred by a sudden waking, wiggles the very tips of her fingers over the cub's cheek to tickle-brush it light as a rat's whiskers would. The Gnawer utters a few squeaks, imitating her Rat totem's underlings rather well.

Basil grunts a little bit and wiggles his nose, his whispers now turning to something similar to Latin. "Manga, mater, manga, mater, atys, dia ad aghaidh's ad aodann..." After a moment he turns his head, opening his mouth to nip at the source of the tickling on his cheek, his body stretching out and showing signs of stirring.

Yi easily avoids her fingertips getting nipped, but as a returning gesture, draws her middle finger back, and lightly flicks at the end of the cub's nose once. "Wakey wakey, Fake-Sleeping-to-Avoid-Chores," the ragabash notes.

Basil yawns widely and doesn't seem to mind having his nose flicked, his eyes opening half way, immediately ticking up to the Asian woman. "I'm not avoidin' nothing, I already did the chores. Besides, nothing else to do around here but sleep and eat. Nature is nice, but not when I can't explore it. Might as well keep me in a glass box."

"Mmhm," Yi replies with teasing doubt inserted into her tone. "A cub's chores are never done." The ragabash moves to clap a hand on the cub's shoulder. "You think sleeping and eating is all there is to be done around here? Hm..." She glances around, deliberately looking for something it seems. "You could be the lucky cub who gets to play farmer."

Basil says "Mindless busy work. I don't mind training, or cleaning up messes in the farm house... But I hope they don't do something like that. Besides, the only thing I can grow is a headache." He stretches his shoulders broadly, taking a moment to roll and pop his neck. "No Tribe or nuttin', no real teacher. Brom and I 'Spar' though, if that counts. Mostly him just beating the shit out of me, but... Better then nothin'."

"No tribe does not mean you are not looking for one though?" Yi asks, motioning him to get up and walk with her. "For one, I am surprised you have not asked me yet. But perhaps since you have been talking to Forath-Ripper, your views of my tribe have already been... lessened." Yi glances back over her shoulder, a thoughtful upward turn sighted at the corner of her lips.

Basil shrugs his shoulders and sits up, then soon stands beside her. "I've been looking, kind of. At first I was thinking Get, 'cause Brom was all impressive. They seemed to have the warrior thing down. But they also seem to fight a lot. For no reason. And logic? No, never mind that. Things just are. And they also like brute force. Dillen for instance, was told that an enemy was poisonous and had a great reach, right? So Brom suggest guns. Then Dillen looks at him like he just say 'I have a confession, I'm in love with a Black Fury.'" He glances around to make sure none of the Get were around to catch that, or he'll be running for a good long while. "I don't even know what your Tribe is, lady. Ya haven't said."

Yi laughs at the Black Fury part, and the Gnawer shrugs a shoulder. "The Get have their own reasons, their own logic. They are great warriors in their own ways, but that could be said of every Garou. Even the Bone Gnawers," she says, "Which is what I am. My name is Yi, and I am a cliath ragabash of the Bone Gnawers, packsister to some of this sept's greatest under Stag's eyes." She tilts her head at the cub. "And you?"

Basil shrugs his shoulders again while glancing off to the side. "I guess I just don't get the tradition thing. I mean... We're part human, and they are some of the most adaptable creatures on earth. I'll get past this silly line of thought sooner or later, probably." He cast his eyes back to Yi. "Ah. Well... You aren't all like Joey, are you? She's sweet and all, but. Well. I wouldn't want her on my six, no offense." He gives Yi a bow before introducing himself. "Pleased to meet you, Yi-Rhya. I'm Basil, Ahroun of the No Tribe Losers. My cub name is apparently Talks-Too-Much, or Won't-Shut-The-Fuck-Up, whichever Brom and Kenneth decide."

Looking back up at Basil as he gives his intro, Yi simply smiles again, but her expression tends towards the wry. "I am not human, and neither are you, young Basil. We are part human, yes, but part wolf, also. But most of all, we are Garou. Come." She turns again, leading the cub towards the barnyard. "Joey is a nice girl," she replies after a few more paces. "But no, she is not a fighter in the ways that Brom or Dillen will be. Just as every human you knew before would say they have their own strengths and their own weaknesses, so would I say of the Garou. The Bone Gnawers, well, we are said to be weak, cowards, scum. We are looked at, as wolves look at their omegas. But that too, is a human ranking given to the wolf, is it not? Wolves do not know Greek, after all." For the cub's given deed names, Yi sure can talk a lot as well. "But we are the ones who survive. Garou who are outcast, rejected, or simply do not fit with the others, we Bone Gnawers would be glad to take in - if they can prove themselves." Here she pauses, turning to look over her shoulder. "To be a Bone Gnawer, is not to be considered best of anything. I hope you do understand what I am trying to say."

Basil smiles a little back in turn to her, not interrupting, but speaking when he has the chance. "We're also part death-incarna. I know I'm not human anymore, but I'm not a wolf either. For one, every since I've turned... I've noticed my gut instinct seems to kick in a little harder. Even if it's just late night paranoia induced by insomnia. Like 'Don't go to the bathroom, or something will eat you!'. I'm just glad I sleep alone, I get weird when I'm tired... " He runs a hand through his hair, closing his eyes as he walks along with her. "Yeah... I know. Joey was a nice girl, and I didn't feel so angry around her. She seemed kind of... Sad though. She had that same sort of nagging feeling, like the same I get around Kenneth sometimes. Weird vibes." He simply shakes his head as Yi reaches the end of her explanation. "It isn't being the best that matters. What matters is being stronger then whatever is trying to kill you. Stronger, or smarter."

Yi lifts her shoulders lightly, and drops them in a soft shrug. "Strength comes in as many forms as the stars in the sky. So my Sifu had said," she replies, her native tongue slipping through at mention of her teacher. "But funny you should mention bathrooms," she notes with a kind of underlying meaning that is unelaborated. Instead, she simply waves a hand in nonchalance. "Whatever you feel however, you must learn to embrace, and understand. You will not be a cub forever, but you will always be learning, no?" The ragabash crooks a finger to motion them towards the barn. "When time comes, you will realize you are never alone, whether you wish it or not. There will always be someone who will accept you, even if that someone is not who you think. Tell me, Basil. Brom has fought a little with you, correct? But has anyone actually made sure you /learned/ anything?"

Basil nods his head in agreement. "That much I know. It isn't just about brute force. It's the application of said force. Like comparing a knife to a punch. Or something else, like speed and agility, or sheer force of will against the whole 'Rar, fur, smash!' thing. I still need to learn though... And find something important. Something to fight for. You all look at me kind of funny when I say that, and tell me about Gaia. How I should fight for her. But it isn't that easy, you know? It's like suddenly telling an atheist there is a God, then giving him a shield and a mace and telling him to slay the pagan hordes. I was fired up in the beginnin', but I'm starting to think more now. Like... Why can we only change into the five forms, and not anything else?" He looks up at the barn, pausing for a moment and directing his eyes downwards. He doesn't reply to the to the part about not being alone, instead focusing on the later part of her words. "Kenneth made sure I knew the rules before letting me out to play."

Yi hms softly, turning back around to regard the cub. "He told you the Litany, but did he tell you /why/ the Litany?" she asks. "And that is a good question to ask as well. Why fight at all? Why not simply lie around in the farmhouse, and eat the good food, sleep the day away, and have fun punching another Garou down or getting punched down?" She leans forward a touch, eyes meeting the cub's intently. "But I ask you, Basil, before you knew you were Garou - what did you live for before?"

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.
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Contents:
Basil
Obvious exits:
BarnYard  

Basil says "Well, to be honest with you... Most of the Litany seems like common sense to me. Like not boning other Garou and making deformed Garou, or not screwing with the chain of command in the middle of a battle..." He puts his hands in his pockets, looking up and towards a distant woodline. "That isn't what I meant. To sit back and ignore what I was while others acted... That would be cowardly. It would be wrong. I mean, every warrior that accomplishes something great, he has somethin' that drives him. That gives him the edge. Belief in his country, defending his homeland, his family, fighting for the future of his squadmates. Something. I need to find *that*, and focus on it, cling to it for dear life. Make it part of me." The later question causes him to pause for a moment, a look of thought crossing his face. "I... I lived for my mother. I lived to make her proud. To be a good son, to grow up and make something of myself. To not be like the miserable fucking piece of shit human beings that I saw every day."

Yi nods once, opening the barn door and bidding the cub in before she too enters. "You lived for your mother. That is a good reason to live," she agrees, lightly ushering the cub further into the barn and bidding him stand at center. "The Litany seems like common sense, but is it really? After all, you might have met some metis already. And I knew great metis in this sept; they were as much capable, if not more capable, in their own strengths as well despite their deformities. Sepdet Hope-Star, she was a Silent Strider metis, but also an adren, once my pack alpha, and a great theurge whose wisdom I still hold within me to this day. Kaz Ears-to-the-Ground, my once tribe elder, fostern galliard when I knew her and quick to understand and act, more clever than I could ever hope to be. Roger the Dreamer. Glass Walker and galliard, metis was he too, but he knew more about technology with computers and guns, and how to get around security with such skill that I as a ragabash could only dream to match. So I ask you, why not metis? Metis can prove to be useful, and they have their strengths as much as any other Garou. And what more, the birth of a metis is a guarantee of a Garou, instead of having to wait for so long and guess if a human or a wolf is one blessed by Gaia."

Basil says "It was... But now I can't go back to her anymore. She'll think something horrible has happened to me, and... " He lifts a hand to his face as he trails off, his palm hiding his eyes and expression. He's a warrior Werewolf, and the last thing he wants is for a girl to see the hints of tears welling in his eyes. Basil stays quiet until he trust his voice not to crack with emotion, his voice dropping a few notches as a precaution. "They risk the Veil. And you don't know what their deformity could be, from disfiguring to disabling... They can't make more Garou. And if you tried to adopt this tactic, the Garou around you would see you in an awful light. You'd be seen as breaking a taboo, which is very bad in a culture as unyielding and stubborn as this one. Especially when we're all furry death machines. Besides, I wouldn't wish that kind of life on anyone... Kenneth talked about Tamara like she wasn't even there. The Sins of the father shouldn't be placed on the child. It's *wrong*."

Yi is looking off too, her own words having seemed to ping a nostalgic sadness in her. But as Basil speaks, she turns back to the cub and gives him a slow nod. "Indeed. A metis is a danger from the moment she is born. But even so, I understand your words. The parents are special and so their punishments will be, though metis still were not meant to be complete. Gaia made it this way, maybe to remind the Garou that we cannot always simply rely on ourselves, but to take care and comfort out human and wolf kin as well. Wouldn't you say?" The question is rhetorical however, as she looks him up and down. "And you asked before - why only five forms, and no other? I ask you: why do we need more? Gaia made others to serve their purposes. The ravens change and watch carefully from the skies. The dragons change, and their wisdom has surpassed time even before there were wolves. Rats, cats... I have even heard that the snakes and the sharks in the sea serve Gaia, and they too can be blessed. It is not always so, and the Sunset People here in the west believe that their War of Rage drove the other changers away. I wouldn't blame them. Our own Corax, or ravenchanger, she is at best cautious around Garou. Birds, you know."

Basil's hand on his face clenches momentarily, his finger nails digging into the side of his skull just along his eye's edge, his jaw tightening : Then it passes, his hand falling limply away from his face. "Maybe... But it's also kind of cruel when you think about it. Even the Kin feel our... Burden. They couldn't really understand like we could each other. Even if I someday have children, which I doubt... They might look at me like a monster. My lover should I find one might feel the same. Or worse, the thought I might someday lose it over something stupid. Kill someone I love, and that I can never replace. I pray that never happens... " He goes quiet again, eyes drifting down to the dirt floor once more. "That isn't quite what I meant, but. I know that units need specialization, it makes sense. What are these ravens, and other people you speak of? Will I meet them? I've heard of the Corax."

Yi looks back, and a sympathetic smile adorns her face. "Believe me, Basil. It is better not to think too much of the future that cannot be predicted, and instead work on surviving for the right now. It is too much of a struggle, and you would tire quickly. Or drive yourself to the crazy you say you want to avoid." She walks over, a hand daring to lift, an attempt to pat him once on the shoulder and console him in a way. "But all things living feel a burden. That is our duty, and in a way... an honor. We Garou, we live for Gaia's sake. Because Life just happens to be worth living, as long as you can find anything to live for. Maybe it is even as silly as ... oh... a packmate bringing you a box of your favorite American chips... but still, it is something to look for. Indeed." She laughs again, softer. Then with a stretch of her arms up over her head, she turns and walks off a few paces in a long stretch. And in a louder voice, she says, "Ah! But the Corax are awfully talkative! A friend of mine in my homesept, he told me everything I wanted to know and even some that I didn't. Birds love to sing, and ravens love to even more." Her hands drop, and she turns around with a bigger smile. "But don't ever tell them their voices aren't very pretty. They get jealous."

Basil sighs quietly while he tries to push some of the thoughts from his head. "I'm trying not to. But I haven't got much else to do but think. About the future, the past, and what is. When you haven't got much to distract you, your mind always wanders to things you don't really want to think about too much." His shoulder's muscles grow tighter beneath her touch, but relax almost as quickly. "And then the world ends... And starts again, if our beliefs are correct. Eventually. Or we stop the apocalypse, somehow. Or I wake up and forget all about this, only to go back to school and my life of never ending sameness." He smiles a little at Yi all the same as she talks about her reasons for being, thinking about what that must feel like. "Doesn't sound too bad... And the Corax sound interesting. My God... To be able to fly. Could there be any greater of a gift?"

Yi takes in a deep breath, looking upwards towards the roof as if she is truly pondering that question. Then she looks back to the cub, smiles, and answers, "There sure is. The gift of being alive." The smile quirks into a grin, and then tempers itself as the ragabash assumes a defensive martial arts like posture. "Now then, young ahroun. I think you have been talking a bit too much as well, and have yet to show me what you can do, or what you have learned. Come! Let's just see how much you have learned since your stay."

Basil raises an eyebrow and turns to look at Yi, studying her as she sets herself into a posture that doesn't seem very casual. "You want me to fight with you? Like... How hard? I'll probably lose, but if you really want me to, I'll fight. Just let me know the rules and all." He takes a few steps back from her on the dirt floor, using his feet to feel for areas where the soil is a little less firm.

Yi tsks aloud, gesturing with her fingers in an invitation. "Yes, fight me. You have been fighting Get all this time, and losing. But I shall prove to you just how much my words mean when I say strength is not always physical. Don't hold back. I might be smaller than you, but I am no less a threat than those big oafs for Fenris." She grins at the cub, teeth showing, and waits for an approach.

Basil waves a hand with a touch of a smile. "Ok, but I still don't think I'll do much other then get beat. Just give me a minute." The Cub rolls his shoulders and twist at the hips, popping joints and stretching. And when he bends down to touch his feet, he scoops some of the soil in a subtle motion into his finger tips. It isn't something he'd try with Brom, but she did say not to hold back. "I know that, trust me. Even if you are a girl, you've got more experience and probably more physical strength then me." He goes quiet and watches her for a few moments, starting to close in. He has to think of his next plan of attack, and soon decides on a simple one. He steps forward in a broad stride and throws the dirt in his hand at her face, lifting a foot on the same side to try and kick her in one of her legs. He's got some grace and natural agility : But he's not refined in the least, and he hasn't had much fighting experience at all.

Yi might be in a defensive posture, but that changes as fluidly as water around a river's bend. Her jacket comes off, and the dirt thrown in her face is caught neatly in the clothing. The sweeping kick down below is neatly hopped over, and with a sharp cry, her right leg is sweeping through the air aimed right for the side of the cub's head.

Basil has seen enough karate movies to know whats coming as soon as she jumps. Neither the less he's surprised by her natural grace and agility, and he tries to lift an arm to help dampen the blow from her kick. But he's too slow, and thanks to the kick he attempted, he can hardly turn or make a dive for the other leg. The blow lands squarely and sends the cub reeling, stumbling backwards and to the side only to be stopped by a supporting post in the barn, leaving him dazed and bent over.

Yi lands squarely and easily, with a twist so that her back is towards the cub, but she is nonetheless readied for a second blow in case. Seeing the cub stumble against the side post, she contains her laugh, shakes out her jacket of the dirt, and drapes the outer clothing on her arm. "Not so easy as you thought it would be, is it?" she asks calmly, her smile not disappearing. "I'm glad you use your head as well when you fight."

Basil says "No... I was still pretty sure I'd be beaten." He murmurs, rubbing at his head where the blow landed, grateful for the fact he doesn't feel any blood. "But you said to try. So I did. And since you aren't a true enemy, I knew you wouldn't kill me if I failed... But if you were an actual threat, I'd have run away. Only an idiot fights a battle he can't win, or doesn't use 'dirty fighting' out of pride or honor. The point is to win."

"Oh, I'm not a true enemy. But, you should never believe a Garou cannot kill you where you stand," Yi intones, approaching the cub now with her demeanor becoming outwardly serious. "An idiot is not one who fights a battle he cannot win, or one who chooses not to use tricks in his methods, Basil. An /idiot/, is a Garou who thinks he has already lost before the battle has even begun. And that idiot is also, a coward." She stops a good lunge-distance away, staring at him now with those eyes that mean her words are meant for him. Directed at him.

Basil says "Why do you think I didn't try that particular trick with Brom? Besides, if I 'fight like a pussy' with him, he'll probably quit teaching me." He can't help but grin and give a half snort, half chuckle at her words. "Hey, I'm still trying. I'm just saying." He continues as he gets closer to her, studying the way she moves, keeping his arms up higher this time with his fist pointed towards the ceiling. "I'm a conscript. You are the Waffen SS. I-" He starts as though he's going to talk, then suddenly lashes out a right hook towards her face, stepping forward to put more power behind it."

Yi is listening intently, though the lash out is noticed. The Gnawer doesn't dodge, but her body tilts and ducks as her own right hand reaches up and blocks the cub's hook at the wrist, batting it away. In nearly the same instant, her left hand shoots out low and strikes out palm open right for the rich spot of the solar plexus - a move designed to push back yet again.

Basil takes the blow just as he had taken the other, not able to dodge or counter block in the least. He takes a step back with a slight grimace on his face, then springs forward on his other leg, jumping at her and spreading his arms out in a shotgun-style physical attack. If he isn't going to win anyways, he might aswell try and put his body's natural mass to work

Yi is quite inclined to allow Basil leap at her... to a point. Right before he is able to tackle, she dodges to the side with a neat couple of steps, and both hands aid the cub with a hearty push down towards the ground. "You should fight anyway you can!" she tells him as their one-sided sparring goes on. "Play to your strengths, learn all sorts of ways of fighting, and find your own path to greatness. Your way is not Brom's way. Your way is not Yi's way. Your way is Basil's way."

Basil falls down on the ground pretty much like he expected to, grunting and taking a moment to right himself before getting up again. He picks a pebble out of the soft skin of his forearm, brushing off some dirt here and there. "I don't have much in the way of those, yet. There is only one way I could think to beat you, and it wouldn't work in a sparring match." Basil grunts out with a smirk, eying Yi intently, almost smiling even though he's in pain.

Yi tilts her head at the cub, brows arching. "And that is?" she asks, curious.

Basil says "I obviously can't hit you with my bare hands. And I couldn't hit you with a weapon either. You'd see both of those coming and dodge, or hit me before I hit you, taking the force out of my hits. But I know of something where you can store items in your body. Store a sawed off shotgun, side by side in me. Make like I was going to punch you, have it form in my hand, boom. Thats the only chance I'd have. You are fast, but bullets go at feet-per-second."

Basil says "It'd probably break my skinny little wrist like a twig, but you wouldn't be too happy after it either, I'd imagine."

Yi hms thoughtfully at the cubs words, her smile widening a touch. She reaches down to tighten her shoelace, and straightens up again. When she does, the ragabash cuts a fast sweep of her hand through the air, and a glint passes by the cub's face not more than an inch off. The metallic blade of a throwing knife embeds itself into a wooden barn support post behind him. "I see what you mean. But such things as guns, when dedicated, take much in the ways of convincing the spirits to combine with yours. And they do not always come at your beck and call. Spirits are different, and they too, have their own ways." She pushes back her jacket sleeves, revealing that there is nothing on her arms save for a multitude of thin scars made from knife cuts and other sharp implements. Around her wrists like fleshy bracelets, thin burn scars remind of rope burns. The ragabash smiles again, and moves to retrieve her throwing knife that seemed to appear from nowhere. "Let us stop here, for fighting at least. I would like to know more about you, Basil. Your interests, perhaps? Or maybe where you are from?"

Basil watches her move, thinking she's taking a break for a moment but keeping his eyes on her all the same. He has to bite his tongue to keep from gasping, however, when the object goes flying past his face. But his surprise still shows in his body posture and in a slight widening in his eyes. He glances back to the knife, then back at her and looks down at her feet. "So. Did you take that from your spirit, or did it come from your ankle?" "Guess I'll have to hope I find a reliable spirit then... " His gaze travels up to her arms when he sees the movement. He takes a step forward, but it isn't really an offensive movement. "What did that come from?" He ask quietly, looking back to her face, then away again when she ask about him. "I've got none really, other then movies, and reading... Learning. Maybe finding out what it's like to have someone thats a little more then a friend or somethin'. As for where I was born, I was born and raised in the city. I never even left until just recently. I'm glad I got out before summer time."

Yi wiggles the throwing knife a little bit and it slides out of the post, clutching it into her hand. Pushing her sleeves back down over her arms, the knife is shown to the cub, and then dropped down into the sleeve. Maybe a holster in the jacket? Mysteries of the Ragabash, on again at random times, Pacific. "Though most Garou will look down on you for using the so-called 'Weaver's toys', I for one, will not object. The gun's spirit might though. It is a matter of finding the right one, true. But then, how will you pick out the right bullet spirits as well?" She smiles enigmatically, and then motions for the two to head for a haybale to sit. "So you are from St. Claire. Aah, I have been here, hm. Maybe four and a half years? I came from Hong Kong, where my home sept is, the Rat's Tail." Bidding the cub to sit, she drops down on the bale herself with a short sigh of relief as she stretches out her legs. "It is also where I happened to... get all these scars. Most of them, anyway." The Gnawer sweeps the cap and bandanna from her head, which has started to regrow its hair already. But without her usual length to hide it, a thin scar similar to the ones on her wrists travels just at the top of her forehead and down the sides. Another thin chain or rope perhaps. "It comes with being foolish, and unlucky to be caught in the hands of a very clever ... vampire." The ragabash says the last word with a bit of rancor, not directed at the cub but at the past. "I think you might like your independence then, hm?"

Basil watches the knife carefully as the Ragabash squirrels it away once more, wondering where it got to. Some mysteries are better left that way. "What is a Weaver Toy, as you put it? Or why is it called that? Heh... " He shrugs again. "I'll use whatever I have to to win, so long as it doesn't kill or corrupt me. I don't care how others see me, because if I'm dead, it doesn't matter much. At least not in my opinion. Heh... I guess I'll just have to hope. But why wouldn't a gun spirit and a bullet spirit want to help? Isn't a gun's reason for being to fire a bullet, who's reason for being is to fire?" He thinks about that. "This whole deal is pretty confusing sometimes. So... Why did the Vampire catch you, anyways? Just to kill you? Or because he could? Eh. My independence? I don't have any. I eat someone else's food. I live in a barn that isn't mine. I have to listen and obey to virtually everything that everyone says. I'm just an ant's length away from dirt status."

Yi lifts a finger, and pokes it towards the cub's forehead. "You, Basil, are a Garou. A cub, perhaps, but a Garou and an ahroun. Never forget that in the end, you are a warrior of the Chosen of Gaia." The ragabash smiles again, and then this time takes off her jacket to reveal the further extent of her scarrings. Not to mention, the disappeared throwing knife is still nowhere to be seen. "The vampire... to be honest, I don't know what happened except by the stories I was told after my rescue. By the time I understood my surroundings once more, well. I was... not the same, and looking like this. To my understanding, he tried to move in, and for a time was able. But, he did not respect the territory of others, if you understand what I mean." She turns her arms over, examining the scars that run up the thin, but leanly muscled lengths. There's a reason why the ragabash seemed to have so much power in her small body. "As for independence, Basil, I mean that you like being able to think for yourself, do you not? That doesn't mean you say everything that comes to mind. But it does mean that you certainly know how to use this," she notes with a tap of her finger to her head, "/before/ you speak or act. As an ahroun, others will be looking to you for guidance during times of battle, or even simply times of tension. It is the ahroun who is a master of tactics. For Bone Gnawer ahrouns... I had a great friend in a tribe brother, Jay One-Rage-in-Shadows. He excelled at street fighting, sabotage, and the little tricks in fighting that could wear down the enemies rather than expect to punch them out in one hit. He died fighting against a strong pack of Black Spiral Dancers, however. Long ago." The ragabash again smiles in that nostalgic, sad manner before brightening. "Weaver's toys." Subject change? "Has any galliard told you about the Triat?"

Basil doesn't seem to mind the girl touching him on the forehead, simply watching her with great interest. He smiles a little as he looks across the markings across her flesh, and the cub lifts a hand to pat her on the shoulder lightly. "Somehow, I think they suit you. You wear them well, and somehow, they look a lot less nasty then the ones Brom has. I hope I don't get too torn up, to be honest with you. I already look like a girl. Looking like a girl that had been dragged by a pick up truck over forty bad miles of road would really suck... " He eyes glance across the muscles then around to her face. "Heh, yeah. I value that. I don't want to be told what my opinion 'should' be. Like the Get think it should be." Basil ifts his hand and draws a small cross before them as Yi mentions a fallen friend. "May his soul find rest on the other side, he died bravely...." He bows his head for a moment of respect. "Yes. I know the Triat. Substance, Order, and Destruction."

Her hand sets back down on the haybale. "Such is the fate of ahrouns, really," Yi replies quietly, trying not to smile at the looking like a girl comment. "You're still young yet," she replies. "But if you are afraid of being torn up, well, then we will have to work on your confidence there. An ahroun can have fear, but an ahroun with courage can overcome." Back to the Triat, "That is something more along the line of the theurges knowledge, but you have the basics. And what about why we fight against the Wyrm... you know what has happened at the Wyrm."

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