Philosophy for Fighting

Logfile from GarouMU.
Currently the moon is in the waning Half Moon phase (58% full).
It is currently 13:59 Pacific Time on Wed Jul 27 2005.
Currently in Saint Claire, N/A N/A. The temperature is N/A degrees Fahrenheit (-17 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the at 30 mph. The barometric pressure reading is and steady, and the relative humidity is MISG percent. The dewpoint is N/A degrees Fahrenheit (-17 degrees Celsius.)

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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Aaron
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Upstairs  THeatre  Street  

[look Aaron]
Aaron has a fairly Caucasian appearance, with an exception of his almond-shaped eyes that show off an Asian decent. His raven-black hair is cut short and spiked with cheap hair-gel and from his chin is a clean-shaven goatee. He has a muscular, gangly form. The young man appears to be in his teens and his appearance is riddled with a sense of inner-sovereignty. A spicy smell of cheap aftershave rises from off of him. He is currently wearing a tee-shirt that fits a little snuggly to his chest, presenting his muscular chest from the taunt fabric. Also he has on a pair of grey sweatpants and sandals on his feet.
Carrying:
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[look Yi]
Though petite at about 5'4" with a slim, boyish figure, Yi hardly gives off the impression of a helpless, fragile woman. Peculiarly, she has a short hairstyle, and the way she dresses serve to nearly pass her off as a youthful boy rather than a grown woman, but the perceptive can tell the subtle differences in her body and manner up until she is speaks. When she does speak, her voice carries a Canton-British flavor.
As it were, Yi is one who bears the signs and manner of a hard life on the streets. Thin, light scars inflicted by some sharp implement cut along parts of her exposed skin, while other particular scars mark and encircle her forehead, wrist and neck to propose some deeper, hidden scars beneath. Most of the marks are hidden beneath her clothing that is deliberately picked to be covering. A thin, light grey longsleeve shirt clings to her thin frame, overaid by a black shortsleeved hoodie. Worn brown colored jeans are accompanied by worn black sneakers. The ensemble is finished with a brown leather belt. On some occassion, she also sports a black bandanna wrapped over her head, and a dog's chokechain loops around her neck loosely, tagged on the bottom with a metallic label proclaiming the name 'Ghost'. (+details available)

Aaron has the oil lamp turned on and is seated hunched over it as he has a rag in one hand and a switch blade in the other. He wasn't quite as stealthy as Basil, but he managed to somehow keep the knife that the other Ahroun had handed to him. His cheeks are covered in dirt and there is a faint odor rising from him, smelling as though he hasn't had to bath is days.

The sound of Yi's footsteps carry down the empty lobby from the front, accompanied by the slight crackle of old wallpapered posters being moved out of the way. Like a moth to flame, out of the flickering shadows steps the Gnawer ragabash. A black bag slung over her shoulder is set down heavily, with what sounds like metal and glass inside it. In her other hand, a black cloth of something that is stuffed halfway into her pocket. She sniffs. "I hope I'm not interrupting..."

Imediately the cub shakes his head and answers, "No, ma'am." He rises to his feet brushing his hands on his pant leg, "Tis been awhile since ah've seen you." He sets his switch blade on a nearby counter.

Yi, hands freed, puts one to the back of her neck and rubs lightly. A smile flits over her face as she agrees with her tone of voice. "It has been a busy few weeks, yes. "But that is not to say I have not been completely out of touch." Her hand drops back to her side, accompanied with a query. "Have you been well?"

Aaron nods his head, "Sure." The boy manages a light smile. "The other cubs have been stickin' it out at t'farmhouse, while ah've been around 'ere. Been sort of on m'own." The Ahroun doesn't look too happy, but he tries his best not to show it. "Oh, hey... ah t'was wonderin' if ye might be able to teach me yer fightin' style, whatever it is... what is it? Karate?"

"Karate?" Yi echoes, as if at first she hadn't heard of the word before now. Then, with a slight gesture, the ragabash sits down beside the firelight. "My 'style' is not karate. It is not kung fu. It is not fighting." From her spot, she looks over to the cub. "Does that make any sense?"

Aaron frowns at Yi. "Not really," the Ahroun answers in a confused tone. "What is it if its not fightin' or defense, then?"

Yi offers a short smile. "It is Experience," she answers. Her hand gestures back to a spot on the floor, inviting the ahroun to sit. "If you think it is just fighting, and just defending, then you have seen only the very top of the mountain."

Aaron walks over to Yi and sits down beside her. The cub has nothing else to do and time is something that is important to the young Garou. "An experience?" he questions, quirking his eyebrow.

"Think about fighting," Yi continues quietly, her voice calm yet holding back. "There is tension, stress, and then..." Quick as a striking snake, her fist shoots out to come within millimeters of the ahroun's shoulder and stops. She's fast. "Suddenly, a strike. Energy. Life." The hand retracts back to her side. "Then it is over. Things go back to peace and quiet. Sometimes, it starts over. Sometimes, things move to something else. It is not just learning how to fight, but understanding Why you are to fight."

Aaron nods his head slowly to Yi, slowly understanding what she is saying. "Ah've never really have thought about it that way before."

Yi smiles, small but genuine. "I have met a few ahrouns who I think understand the sayings of a ragabash." Then, she points up towards the knife on the counter. "Where did you get the knife?"

"Uh..." Aaron says in more of a sigh as he begins to answer Yi's question. "Basil and ah'd a shirmish with some o'em gang-kids in t'city, Olga twas there too. He gave me this one, but ah'd seen him pockpocketin' from t'ones we killed that night. Ah didn't take nothin', guess ah still am in the frame o'mind that killin' an' stealin' ain't right."

Yi nods, her head tilting slightly. "I thought as much. The city has its own eyes and ears, and mouth that whispers." For a moment, she glances off towards the theater, squinting through the dark. "I am not one to say if killing and stealing is right, or wrong." The ragabash looks back after, a guilty smile disappearing from her lips. "How are you feeling, then, after that?"

"Ah'm not sure," Aaron answers. "Right after ah felt good, ah thought that ah'd done somethin' right by killin' them and savin' the innocent but now ah'm wonderin' if ah'm goin' to have to spend the rest of m'life killin' anythin' that breaths the wrong air-- y'know?"

Yi nods again, shifting weight from one side to the other and easing off her right leg. "The bigger question is, does anything better come from it?" The question seems rhetorical, as she leaves a space of time to mull it over before adding, "But at least you are thinking." A finger taps the side of her head as she smiles to tha cub. "Always a good sign." The finger then flips over, inviting an answer. "What else has Olga been teaching you?"

Aaron grins as Yi changes the subject. "She's been teachin' us lots of boring stuff," he replies with a chuckle. "Y'know, all the basic stuff."

"Such as?" Yi encourages, her dark eyes glittering with a bit of examination in them.

"About cosmology, history, garou society, an' other stuff." Aaron replies to Yi. "She's quite lengthy but ah still remember most of it."

Yi squints an eye as she observes the ahroun closely for a second or two, and then reaches up to stretch her hands. "And other stuff. I suppose you know all the basics then." As her hands come back down, the ragabash smirks. "So, you think you can beat Basil?"

"Beat Basil?" Aaron replies, hmming. "Ah don't really know," he replies after a few moments of silence. "We're kinda at t'same level."

Yi shrugs a shoulder and leans back onto her hands. "I did not say /what/ you might beat him at though," she adds with a smirk. "Do you truly think you are the same level as him? In all things?"

"That's something Ah'm unsure of," Aaron answers and combs his fingers through his hair. "If it were talkin' or debatin', Basil would win, but ah'm no half-moon an' tha last time ah check'd he wasn't one either."

Yi dips her head down once in a nod. "He isn't," she affirms, "but he can certainly talk like a galliard. There is a reason why his cubname is Long-Wind." The no-moon laughs lightly, before glancing back. "Have you gone hunting yet?"

Aaron tilts his head, "Huntin'?" he asks, then shakes his head. "Naw, ah ain't been past the farmhouse, if yer speakin' about that kinda huntin'."

"Yes, that kind of hunting," Yi elaborates, her eyes sliding away in thoughtfulness before slipping back. "I suppose you can blame a few old packmates of mine for such thoughts. You see, my first pack, was one called Salmon's Leap. I ran with a great Silent Strider theurge, Sepdet Hope-Star, along with Wendigo and Uktena packmates. Soulcatcher, Little Bear, Duane... Mitch..." She trails off. "But anyway, we would go hunting. All that time in the woods." She nods to herself. "But, remind me to bring you out past the farmhouse some time."

Aaron nods his head in agreement. "Alright," he replies. Then he smiles a little, "So, do you know Touch Deer too?"

Yi glances up again, reverie broken. "Touch Deer?" The ragabash blinks a couple of times, and then wiggles her head. "Not really. Well, I have heard of him. He was part of a great pack in our sept before - Ouroboros. He has been to the great silver river, Erebus, and returned alive. I have fought the Wyrm with him, recently in the Great Hunt and in the past when we took control of our caern back from the Spiral Dancers." She pauses a beat, her tone momentarily gone hostile with the mere mention of the Wyrm's Garou. It fades quickly, replaced with better pleasantry. "But I cannot say I /know/ him. Why do you ask?"

"Ah'd met him at t'farmhouse," answers Aaron with a shrug of his shoulders. "He was very unjudgemental... y'know?"

"I do not think he is the type to judge," Yi replies with a small smile. "But yes, he is a good Garou. A fostern as well, so Rhya to you and me." She pauses again before adding in an afterthought, "Perhaps I should ask him to teach you a little about fighting."

"But he's a Fostern, an' ah've seen Cliaths bein' judgemental." Aaron replies, although not mentioning any names. "Ah will when ah get to t'farmhouse."

Yi glances at the ahroun curiously, but refrains from asking further. "Well, fostern are not supposed to be stuck on the little things," she does venture. "But, a pot with no lid spills water from all sides." She stretches again and then glances back. "How are you getting to the farmhouse?"

Aaron reaches into his pocket, pulling out a crinkled dollar bill that looks like it has been run through the wash a few times and some change. "Public transit," he answers. He refolds the dollar bill and slides it safely back into his pocket.

Yi puts a hand to her chin, finger tapping thoughtfully. "You should try running there some time." Her eyes trail downward towards his stomach. "It's good exercise."

"Ah could," Aaron answers, then follows Yi's eyes on down his shirt. He stares at his clothing for a moment before looking back up at Yi blankily. "What?" he asks.

Yi meets eyes with Aaron's, but only shakes her head slightly with a smile. "Nothing," she diverts. "I haven't gone to the farmhouse in quite some time either." The digression accompanies a glance away. "Perhaps we should go together?"

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