Brom's Interrogation

9/6/2005

09:20 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

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:
Brom
Obvious exits:
Highway 22  Overgrown Path  Sunrise Road  Farmhouse  Caern of the Hidden Walk  Creek  Central Bawn  Southern Bawn  Northern Bawn  

Storming into the thick forests, Brom roars out in his homid voice. "Where are you at, Basil!?" The hammer on his back is strapped tightly as usual in fashion. There is a ripple of rage on his schooled, calm face.

Runner breaks through the forest at the location of where the cub is, easily tracking with wolf sense. At the Get's roar, it is the ragabash who howls back, ~Here, by the pines.~ She has a hispo form, bigger to lean against perhaps. The ragabash looks over her cub again, with concern and flattened ears.

Resists-Dance is in the woods somewhere, right in the same exact spot where Yi had lain him. He's sleeping with a mostly eaten sandwich on his belly and a notepad plus pencil beside him, along with a bottle of water. Despite the bellowing of the Phildox, he's still sleeping.

Upon catching sight of the Fostern Gnawer, Brom stops before the sleeping Gnawer cub and then crosses his arms. "Wake up. *Now*." He says with a rather loud growl under his throat, then glances over to Gauntlet Runner.

Runner, if but to sense the rage that emits from the philodox, responds instinctively with her own. ~What do you want, Forath-Ripper? My cub needs rest.~ Her hackles spike out, the fostern putting herself between the Get and the cub.

Resists-Dance cracks open a single eye when the Fenrir speaks so closely to him, looking very much to be tired and weak for such an otherwise fearsome form. Though his right eye twitches, it does not open. He nods his large head as lowly as he can without leaning, which isn't far.

"I am here as the Master of the Challenge, Gauntlet Runner and I have questions to ask him, and if I don't get the answers, he will have all the rest he will ever want." Brom says as he crosses his arms over his chest. "First of all, what happened with you and Tamara and Grey?" He says pointedly, eyes narrowed tightly.

Runner curls her lips in defensive baring of teeth. ~Questions for what? You will not harm my cub, or get answers, until /you/ explain. Master of the Challenge should at least make the challenge known.~

Blurring upwards into the Crinos form, Forath-Ripper explodes in anger into the Ragabash Gnawer's face. ~I have initiated an investigation and you will be wise to keep your mouth shut, because I have some questions for you also. Do not make this any harder, for your cubs sake. If you do not like the situation, then challenge me and I will set terms, finish it quickly, and then get back to getting what I need to continue on with the shit storm.~

Runner stands firmly, withholding a growl but clearly irritated herself. ~I only ask for Respect, Forath-Ripper, by way of telling us what in the world is wrong and has you so angry. What need is there to challenge?

Resists-Dance turns his head to nose at the ankle of the Crinos Elder beside him. She knows what happened, the Gnawer starts with a great effort on his part, trying his best to lean up against a tree. The small act of effort draws multiple grimaces and grimaces from him, but no whines.

~I can not for it will compromise my position.~ Forath-Ripper rumbles back, standing tall and rigid as a statue. ~I need the next series of questions answered simply and in order.~

Runner flares her nostrils, rumbling deep in her chest as she turns back to the cub. ~Answer him, Resists-the-Dance. And do not fear.~ She takes a step closer to her cub and sits. Stiffly.

Brom turns his head once more after nodding to the Fostern, then stares at the cub, arms crossing over his thick, barrel chest. ~What happened between you, Tamara, and Grey?~ He asks once more.

Resists-Dance hunches himself over to give him room from the tree, regaining his breath, he nods at Yi. I do not fear with you hear. The Garou's language is slow and drawn out and requires obviously causes him some deal of pain, but he continues. Tamara-Rhya removed my tongue. Grey-Rhya held me down.

Brom blinks his eyes once, then grows rigid. ".. What?" He shakes his head quickly. ".. They what?"

Runner repeats, for the cub's sake, ~Spider-Eyes ripped his tongue out.~ She glances back to the cub, clearly displeased not at him but at the statement, before looking back to the Challenge-master. ~Grey held him down as she did so.~

Resists-Dance regards Brom for a minute, then turns to look at Yi and chuffs softly. Did she tell you she made me eat it?

To the cub, Forath-Ripper asks after taking a deep breath. ~She made you eat your tongue? Why?~

Runner looks back to the cub, eyes widening at first in surprise, and then narrowing. The fostern answers with a wordless growl.

Resists-Dance turns back to Brom and bows his head again. I tried to be respectful and follow her orders. I did not do well enough. I tried to explain things. She thought it was excuses. She did it as punishment.

Forath-Ripper nods his head once more slowly, quietly rumbling in his throat. ~Did Fat-Ripper give you to Spider Eyes to train under?~

Runner is still looking at the cub when the next question is asked.

Resists-Dance simply nods. This was Olga's command, and I could not fulfill it. I have failed my Elder.

~Who have you told about this?~ Comes Forath-Ripper's next question. ~Who here on the Bawn, between the time of you getting your tongue ripped out, and the time we sparred.~

Runner continues to listen to question and answer in silence now, though her ears and tail are in constant, restless movement.

Resists-Dance pauses for a few moments before answering Brom. Kevin. I think it was just him. I can't remember anyone else, besides him. And you, obviously.

The Forseti grows tense. So tense that his jaw goes rigid. Calmly, he asks. ~How did the conversation go?~

Runner at this point, looks a little more perturbed, but holds back her own questions.

He did not take the news well, but after his anger passed, he acted like a good friend and tried to comfort me. The Gnawer speaks, smiling just a little.

Forath-Ripper nods his head slowly, then says. ~Thank you. That is all.~ He says, then turns his eyes upon Gauntlet Runner. ~Take a walk with me.~ He says, then starts off further into the bawn.

Runner looks back at Resists, offering a sympathetic nose against a more or less uninjured part of his face. ~Rest now,~ she rumbles, turning to follow after the Get.

Resists-Dance nods at Brom, and at his Elder, giving her a brief nosing in return before closing his eye again. His body leans back heavily against the tree behind him, and by all indications he is asleep.

Bawn: Southern Forest(#3017RAJ)
Evergreen trees spread their overhead branches wide across the forest floor. Each tree limb interlinks with its neighbor, forming a thick overhead canopy of pine needles that leaves the forest floor dim even at noon. An apparent tenseness seems to permeate the air here, and there is a somewhat less than subtle feeling that perhaps something is watching. The behavior of the wildlife in the area betrays a certain wariness that suggests the presence of predators nearby.
The southern edge of the bawn is marked here by the railroad tracks which run from St. Claire and Kent's Crossing to the west, towards the mountains to the east.
Contents:
Forath-Ripper
Obvious exits:
Ash Grove  Railroad  South  Into the Caern  Sept Compound  Half Moon Pool  Western Bawn  Central Bawn  Eastern Bawn  

Forath-Ripper goes further into the Bawn and turns around, arms crossing over his large chest, waiting.

Runner is not long, stopping a few feet from the Get when he stops. What was sympathy towards her cub, turns to flatline calm as she sits, looking expectant.
~Does Fat Ripper know about Spider-Eye's punishment for the cub?~ Forath Ripper asks simply as he narrows his eyes slightly.

Runner sniffs, replying, ~Fat-Ripper has been in the city looking after our sick wolfkin. She does not know yet, but I will tell her.~

~Do you have the ability to cover your scent?~ Brom asks the next question, right after her answer.

Runner splays an ear, looking up at the philodox with a querying eye. ~Yes,~ she answers with a tone of obviousness. ~You have seen me use it, when we scouted the tainted animal farm.~

~Are you able to use the gift while preforming a task, then leave the scene without leaving your scent afterwards?~ Forath-Ripper asks.

Runner leaves her ear splayed, rumbling, ~Of course. It is an advantage, and I am grateful to know it.~

~Have you used this gift in the past fourty eight hours?~ Forath-Ripper asks.

Runner blinks a few times, and has to think about that. Her ears twitch as she does, finally answering the halfmoon with a simple, straightforward, ~Yes.~

Forath-Ripper lifts his ears up slightly. ~When and where?~

Runner muzzlewrinkles, but it is with a sense of humor as she describes, ~While I was testing Resists-the-Dance to see if he was able to fight with more than just his claws. He ran all around the forest, trying to look for me, but I surprised him anyway.~ The Gnawer's tail thumps in satisfaction. ~But, he was good. Shouldn't try to make himself vulnerable on all sides, but a good idea at the time.~

~When was the last time you were at the red barn on the farm?~ Another question as the Forseti settles his stance a bit, tense.

Runner glances back at the Get, looking over his tense stance, herself wondering. ~During the new moon, some time ago.~ The ragabash's eyes drift here and there as she thinks aloud. ~When I was training Mad-Dog. We fought with long sticks, in the field, and later I went to train myself with the bag in the red barn.~

~Thank you for your time, Gauntlet Runner.~ Forath Ripper says soon as you finish, then turns and starts off through the woods once more, his expression tight and tense.

Runner's furred brows crinkle as she watches the Get leave. ~Wait,~ the ragabash barks after him, getting up to her paws.

Forath-Ripper pauses and turns around to face her, eyes focused and staring straight back at the Gnawer.

Runner cocks her head, concern at least, coloring what expression there might be in her posture. ~It is rude to just come and disturb us with no reason. What is this all about?~

~You will soon find out, Gauntlet Runner. Until then, I am honor bound to keep the details to myself, at least until my investigation is complete.~ Forath-Ripper says with a tilt of his head. ~At the moment, comfort is the least of my worries. The rest of the night belongs to you.~ With that, he starts off once more.

Runner blinks again, but asks no more questions. ~Well. Gaia grant you good hunting, Forath-Ripper.~ After her departing note, she too turns, and starts back towards the spot where she left the cub.

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