Scars Are Glorious

9/25/2005

02:41 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Half Moon phase (52% full).
It is currently 14:37 Pacific Time on Sun Sep 25 2005.

Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room
All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway, a J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front door hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room halfway up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen and dining room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor, and decorated with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on the wall to the right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under the print which serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the stairs serves as a place to hang coats or to toss shoes.
The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J, and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward, to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.
An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the base of the J lets out to the front porch.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
NOTE: Current Farmhouse Residents (Updated: Sep 22)
Obvious exits:
Kitchen/Dining Room  Front Door  STairs  

A hefty dictionary is laid out upon the floor, with the Gnawer fostern sitting hunched over and reading. In her hand, a much smaller and much more worn looking dictionary that translated English-Mandarin. She quietly mouths the words, looking them up in rather studious manner. Upon the coffee table, a plate with just bread crumbs left on it.

Basil steps in from the rather dreary, wet weather outside, looking as though he'd just gone for a swim. He puffs in an effort to blow a wet strand of hair from his face, but it's to no avail. "I feel like I just went through ten rounds of water polo." He smiles despite it, looking at his Elder on the floor.

The kitchen door may be heard to slam with more force than necessary just to close it, and shortly thereafter, Kevin steps in from the rear of the house. He's dressed in much older and shabbier clothes than his normal garb, and they appear to be liberally stained with red paint. That or blood. Let's hope it's just paint.

Yi glances up first with the entrance of the wet ahroun, and then just as she's about to say something the door from the kitchen slams. "Hey! What part of /glass/ door is not understandable to you?" she asks the unseen person, her gaze just getting a touch sharper as the other ragabash comes into view. The red paint, or blood, earns him an extra onceover of scrutiny.

Basil raises an eyebrow at Kevin walks in, his smile flattering briefly, but coming back just as quickly. "Hey Kevin! I haven't seen you in ages. How are you? You don't look too good. You've got red on you... " He half murmurs out the last part, reaching into his pocket for a piece of gum.

"I have a pounding headache," Kevin confirms. "I think it's paint fumes. Been working on the barn." He flops into a chair, looking both very tired and very discontent, and barely nodding to Yi.

Yi offers up, "There is Tylenol in the infirmary cupboard." She glances outside to the gloominess, and then also adds, "A brave newmoon is he who decides he can paint a barn in rainy weather." The dictionary in her hand is shut gently, then looking to Basil. "Did you walk all the way out here, Basil?" Her eye roves over the drenched clothing on the cub.

Basil gestures the 'one second' signal at Yi, and sprints ( lightly ) up the stairs. When he comes back down, he tosses the bottle of tylenol over to Kevin before reaching the base of the stairs. A quick trip into the kitchen later nets a glass of water for himself and for Kevin, which he passes to the boy when he comes to stand near his chair. "Not all the way. It was just kinda drizzling before, then it started pissing down."

Kevin gives Basil a grateful glance, throws the painkiller into his mouth and follows it up with a water chaser. "That's why I was painting the inside, not the outside," he comments to Yi. "The outside can wait for better weather. Well, if I hadn't learnt my lesson beforehand, I certainly have now," he adds ruefully. "I was not meant to be a painter and decorator."

Yi looks down at the dictionary, moving it into her lap. "Maybe not the lesson that was intended, but ragabash make their own rules," she replies. "You must have a fondness for making people mad." She glances back up to the Walker and cub, being vague on purpose.

Basil says "I think that it's sad that you got in more trouble for a drawing, than others did for maiming a cub. Respecting those beneath ye and all that, yadayada." He glances back at Yi, then over at Kevin. "But I appreciate it. I think the moral of the story is that if you want justice, you have to go out and get it yourself."

"Oddly enough, Yi, I don't. It just seems to happen anyway. Sometimes I think it's because I'm a new-moon, but then so are you and you don't seem to have this problem." Kevin's eyes catch Basil's one eye, and though he doesn't say anything to him in response to the ahroun's words, it's obvious from his expression that he both agrees and sympathises with him.

Yi returns the sentiment with a wry smirk. "Submission to those higher in station," she counters at Basil, "but the moral is here that if you are going to do something to achieve your 'justice'... have some standards of your own." She rolls a shoulder. "And do not get caught."

Basil sips from his water idly, staring back at Kevin for a minute before turning to look at Yi. "I've tried respecting him and it's gotten me nothing. I'm fine with respecting Elders. But not him. Has there been any news on my Rite? I've got things to do I can't really do as a cub."

"Yeah. You might even say," Kevin mutters darkly, "that 'don't get caught' could replace any or all rules of the Litany."

Yi arches her brows towards Kevin first, the smirk tempering itself. "True, but what an impossible task that would be. Even the Wyrm must have its own Litany." Then, looking to Basil, the fostern pushes the smirk away for a replacement of calm. "Not who? And what sorts of things?"

Basil raises an eyebrow at Kevin, smirking just a bit. "That can be said for all laws." He rolls his shoulders, then turns his attention back to Yi. "Brom. I'm civil with some of the other Get. I even like a few. But after he took my eye and got away with it? Yeah. I'm still kind of pissed about that." He rolls his shoulders again. "I've got a pack to form, then I'm going to get my Totem. Then I'm going to get territory. Then I'm going to just keep on training until I'm either dead, or really fuckin' strong."

Kevin sinks back in his chair and closes his eyes wearily. "Everything just sucks so right now," he sighs. "Your eye, my disgrace, Natalie and Megan skipping town... what next?"

Yi finally shuts the dictionary, the calm sweeping towards a frown. "'Got away with it'? What punishment would you have him undergo? What punishment would you have me, who told you to fight him in the crinos, take on?" She pushes up to her feet. "Have we not gone over this already, this many times? How much longer are you going to whine over it?"

Basil says "Well, Kevin, if it makes any difference you're still more honorable than me and you've damn well done more. What have I done? I've killed Wyrm tainted frogs. Oooo." He glances back over to Yi, and shrugs. "Part of me would like to say 'an eye for an eye' but that would be dumb. How about, I dunno, an apology? But I know I won't get that, nor will Tamara get anything. I've accepted it. But I'm still annoyed. Wouldn't you be upset if you were maimed and lost a major part of your body?"

Kevin sinks back further into the chair, giving the air of someone in an uncomfortable social position who doesn't know what to say so is pretending they aren't there at all.

"You fought him because /I/ told you to," Yi snaps. "He owes you nothing, and apparently it seems like no apology will fill you anyway." She closes her eyes, calming herself for a moment before opening them again. "Do you not understand that he is a Get of Fenris? They look upon scars from battles as stories of Glory, not of any dishonor or disability. Annoyed... the only annoying thing about this is that you continue to complain about your lost eye. Maybe you should take yourself to the land of the Children of Gaia. Go on, live in that paradise, drinking milk and honey from the bosom of Gaia! With yourself, and your two damn eyes!"

Basil says "I've got better things to do than sit around in candy land and chase butterflies. The place sounds like it would give me diabetes. Besides, doing something like that would be what almost everyone expects me to do. When I rite, I'm going to prove them wrong. I don't care if it costs me *both* eyes."

"Scars are cool," Kevin's voice comments from the depths of his chair. "Be proud of them, Basil. You're an ahroun, you're due to get a bunch more before long."

Yi turns away from the two, eyes closing as she fights down another barrage of emotion. With a laugh. "Ah, but I am such the fool," she murmurs to herself, though it is audible to those in the room. Stooping to pick up the dictionary, she moves to the bookshelf it was extracted from and replaces it. "A Bone Gnawer is not a Get of Fenris, after all. No, a Bone Gnawer is not anything like a Get of Fenris." She turns back around, seemingly composed. "Definitely. Definitely not, like a Get of Fenris." She leaves it at that, regarding the cub and cliath.

Basil says "I don't really care about scars either way. But I need my body to work in order to kill the enemy." He murmurs to Kevin, bowing his head a little. "No, they aren't alike. Yi, do you think that Bug could walk around in the city after some training without being too high of a risk, or not? I am not sure, and I haven't got enough experience to make an educated guess."

Kevin leans back forward, frowning at Yi as though puzzled. "Wrap her in a trenchcoat, maybe," he suggests in answer to Basil's question.

Yi rolls a shoulder, glancing back behind her to the various books on the shelf, browsing over titles. "Bug will never be able to walk around the city normally," she says in simple answer. Significantly calmer from her previous outburst, the fostern pauses on a title, drawing it out. Swiss Family Robinson.

Basil says "That means I can probably recruit Christine... But that still isn't everyone." Basil turns his attention back down to Kevin, giving him a brief glance before looking towards a window. "I still want you in my pack. But I guess I was too late. There is no one else I want to recruit though... What a pain in the ass."

"Not normally, no, but maybe in an emergency..." Kevin offers before Basil interrupts his train of thought. "Why'd you want me so badly anyway, Basil? I don't have much of a track record so far. One near-death from stupidity, one burial up to the waist on mud, one dishonourable deed and due punishment, and at least one garou can't stand the sight of me now."

Yi glances up from the first page of the book, looking to the two. Her gaze settles upon Basil for a long stretch of a few seconds before she settles back down upon the floor, perusing the novel. "Bug has years of training before she would be able to pass for a human. And even then," she notes, flipping a page, "she will never fit in. You ask much of her."

Basil says "Don't give me false hopes. The only reason you'd leave that pack is if Brom did something really really dumb, or if he died." He snorts a little. "Because you're a good friend, you're loyal, and my pack will need two eyes. Swords are useless to a blind man." He looks over at Yi, then back over to the window. "Probably. But she should still hope for something. Damn it. The only other people I know are Silver Fangs, and there is no way in *hell*..."

"You aren't blind," Kevin points out to Basil. "You have one eye left. Seeker got to sept rank with only one eye. That bastard Thomas Grey, much though I detest him, did a great many glorious deeds with only one eye... Yi, was he sept elder then, or did he lose it after that?"

Yi looks up again, just her eyes shifting, from the book. "Clearly, you have not seen a blind swordsman fight," she notes. "There are many who have done much with scars worse than just an eye missing." Her brow lifts at 'that bastard'. "Grey lost his eye long before I met him, long before I came here. He was an ahroun before he decided he was better as a philodox. He was Jack Salem before he was Thomas Walker, and now Thomas Grey. He may not have much honor, but he was much to offer in experience."

Basil lifts a hand up to his forehead, closing his eye. "It was a metaphor." He groans. "The Ragabash being the eyes of the pack, and the Galliards and the Ahrouns being the swords. Subtly lost on Ragabashes. Jesus Christ." He smiles a little though, his tone lightning up towards the end.

Kevin chuckles a little. "One doesn't expect metaphors from a full-moon, though I should know by now to expect the unexpected where you're concerned, Basil. Yes, I don't deny that one can learn a lot from Thomas Grey," he confirms, in a tone of voice designed to point up how double-edged that remark is.

Yi isn't really reading the book she's exchanged, though her eyes are upon the lettering and moving. "I still say, with that, you have not seen a blind swordsman fight," the Gnawer ragabash mentions, making her own metaphor. "And he is still your tribemate, Kevin. Family you can love to hate."

Basil reaches out and fuzzles Kevin's hair, just a little though, less the Ragabash punch him. "That you should. I'd offer to help you with the painting, but I know you'd never take it." He shrugs again. "Speaking of which, Aaron is still as moody as ever. He's living up to his name."

"The punishment was for me alone to do," Kevin confirms. "Else I'd already have been out there doing a Tom Sawyer. Don't worry, Basil, the thought is appreciated." He turns back to Yi, verbally ping-ponging. "It's a bit much to expect someone to like the whole rest of their tribe. Brom and Dillen are always bickering."

The mention of Aaron brings her attention back towards Basil briefly. "Whatever you said about Maggie that time did anger him, but he has more to settle with you than simply that." The newmoon lifts a shoulder in a shrug, gazing back to Kevin. "I would not expect any less, but I am sure they have their own quiet moments as well. Though I would not want to see them in the same waiting room at the dentist."

Basil says "I have no interest in fighting him. And if he challenges me, the terms he'll get are not ones of combat." He turns back to Kevin, chuckling. "I could picture Bug wearing overalls, with a paintbrush in each hand. She'd probably kick ass at that. Anyways, I got a little bit of cash again if you want to do something after you finish the barn sometime."

"I wouldn't like to be within a mile of Brom with a toothache," Kevin says wryly, "and he's my friend and alpha." He turns back to Basil. "Maybe after I finish the painting, and if the tasks I have to perform for Thomas and Tamara don't take me out of circulation for weeks."

Yi seems content not to comment upon the situation between cub hierarchies, instead turning back to Kevin. "You know, while I appreciate the loyalty you showed in expression displeasure towards your tribemate and Tamara, I have been wondering - what gave you the idea to do such a thing as that? That drawing on the barn wall, that is."

Basil half winces at Kevin. "*And* you have to perform tasks for them? Man, that sucks ass. I'll probably be a Cliath before you're free to do something fun again. Who else am I supposed to hang out with?" He looks up at the ceiling, shaking his head. "What a bummer."

"I wasn't set a deadline," Kevin confirms, "but the sooner I get it out of the way the happier I'll be. Why, Yi? In general, because I thought Tamara and Thomas's treatment of Basil went way beyond any kind of justifiable punishment or education, and into the realm of sheer bullying. More specifically... because Thomas Grey once falsely accused me of writing rude words on his bedroom wall, and beat me up for it. So I thought, let's see how he responds when I actually do do some graffiti. I didn't expect it would be Brom who got involved."

"Your actions would reflect back to your packmates, even if you do not think it will do so," Yi says quietly. "Perhaps you were saved from further humiliations." She looks directly to the Walker. "I do not see how the drawing taught anything, though."

Basil says "I wouldn't want to have something like that looming over my head either. Must be a huge pain in the ass owing something like that to someone." He shrugs again. "I'd have to agree with you on that. I'm going to take a wild guess here, Kevin." Basil thinly smiles at the Ragabash. "Thomas didn't get punished for falsely accusing and punishing you, but you got punished for doing almost the same to him."

"I wanted to teach those two," Kevin says sourly, "that they couldn't just go throwing their damn weight around without some consequences, without people getting annoyed at them. I was too mad to be thinking clearly, and I admit I went about things in a very wrong-headed way." He glances at Basil. "Yes, exactly. But I was only a cub at the time, and cubs can be treated like dirt without anyone caring. Still and all, two wrongs don't make a right."

Yi shifts her gaze up to the ceiling then, breathing in deeply. "Ah how the breeze blows in such a different direction these days," she comments, waxing nostalgic almost. Then she looks back to the two. "Well first of all, you will find the reasons for why some Garou treat cubs the way they do. Just as there are reasons why I do not lift my hand to strike you, Basil, though I could." Her eyes look to the cub, flashing a split second's worth of seriousness. "But then there are still others who do such things to get their cubs to think beyond the pain, and to think about the reasons behind it all. Sure, we can excuse ourselves with 'The Wyrm will not show you mercy!'" She lifts her hand up, fist shaking in the air emphatically. "But, we do not allow cubs to fight in the war directly because they are not yet ready. Not /here/ at the Hidden Walk, anyway. And then the cubs question, 'Why can I not go too, and fight?'" She shrugs again. "It is a strange cycle."

Basil says "Kind of sucks... I mean, if Nat is gone, couldn't he end up your Elder? Man that would really bite. Unless Tu or Ela or someone goes for it... Man. That'd be like Aaron becoming the leader of the Bone Gnawers. I'd go drive off a cliff." He lifts his hands, then drops them. "I just think it's bothersome sometimes that we aren't kids, but we're still treated like it. I'm fourteen now even. I've even killed some Wyrm things."

Kevin sits up in his chair angrily. "We are not the Wyrm," he snaps, as though Yi has touched a sore point. "We are /better/ than the Wyrm, and we must live as though we actually /believe/ that. Thomas Grey doesn't, and that's why I shall never see him as elder. If he claims it... I'll challenge him. I will. Damn Charach." He launches himself to his feet. "It's time I finished that painting," he mutters. The painkillers may or may not have worked, but he's certainly still acting like he has a sore head. He takes a couple of paces towards the exit, then halts for a moment to look at Basil. "Happy birthday, by the way," he mutters ungraciously.

Yi looks up, definitely noticing she's touched on a sore point. "So we want ourselves to believe," she replies softly, Zen-like. "I doubt Grey will want the position, when there are others around who could handle it. Even if they are younger than he." She looks towards Kevin with a particular, almost expectant expression, and then back to Basil. "Maybe Aaron will one day be the elder of the Gnawers. That is not without possibility."

Basil says "You show conviction, such conviction. You know the rules and really believe in what it is to be a Garou. You're loyal, intelligent, and you're deadly with a frying pan. Even if Grey *doesn't* challenge for Elder... Do it anyways, Kevin. Do it. As a leader I'd certainly believe in you. Besides, soldiering is in your blood." He smiles at the Walker, then turns to look over at Yi. "If that happens, I'll leave the Odeon without a question."

Kevin stomps on out of the room without saying any more or acknowledging Basil's compliments, and once more the farm's back door slams.

Yi opens the book again, not looking up as the backdoor slams shut. "Or maybe you would challenge him for that eldership."

Basil lifts his hands, making a face and shaking his head. "Being a leader of a Tribe, it would be too bothersome. I'd rather go stare at the clouds."

Yi creases her brow. "So you would run away," she states.

Basil says "If I don't like the current leader, what am I supposed to do? Lead myself? Defeat him, and install a leader I like, only to be challenged again and again by him? I'd rather spend my time fighting the Wyrm than with politics."

"That," Yi says pointedly, "is why you will fail as a leader." She shuts the book, laying it in her lap.

Basil says "I'm not a person to like politics, but I'll lead my pack just fine. If being a leader is such a desirable thing, why don't you challenge Olga?"

Yi shakes her head slowly. "Your pack will break quickly, if you think that way. And the reason I do not challenge Olga, is because I believe she is best as the tribe's elder, not me." When she looks back at the cub, the ragabash is calm as a windless lake. "This is not about politics. This is about caring about others. About considering who they are and what they do. If you are a poor leader, no doubt another will come and challenge you and replace you - no matter what you think about politics."

Basil lifts his hands up and lets them fall again, shaking his head at his Tribemate. "It's a bit early for me to be worrying about that sort of thing anyways. If Olga left, you would be best to lead the Tribe, or Kaz. And I'm not even a *Cliath* yet. Do you even have any idea what the Rite is going to be? When? What? Not even a hiiiiiiiint? C'mon, I wanna hear someone call me 'Rhya', so I can tell them not to."

"You do not seem to understand what I am saying," Yi replies, hands folding atop the book. "This is not about me, or Olga, or Kaz. I am talking about you, Basil. Every word that you say, every action that you do. People listen. People watch. What will they see? What will they hear? And not simply the people, but the spirits as well. You go ahead and think about your plans for a pack. When you are ready for your Rite, then it will happen."

Basil shakes his head at Yi and leans on the armrest of the chair Kevin was previously sitting on. "I'm a contradiction. Maybe I'm just saying something I don't mean. Maybe I'm even just saying I don't want things like that to make it easier after I Cliath to take it. Anyways, I'm tired of all this serious stuff. Can't we do something fun once and a while?"

Yi is sitting upon the living room floor, cross-legged, with a book in her lap. The ragabash is speaking with Basil, and about to reply before she turns her head to look towards the kitchen. "Hm," the Gnawer utters softly. "'I sense a disturbance in the Force.'"

The front door opens up to reveal the other half of the Stag pack, Alicia singing at the top of her lungs, Dakota in tow quietly listening to the Galliard dance on her feet. It seems that the Alpha of the group is in a good mood for a change, growling out the lyrics. "Well I'm sorry that he called me, and that I answered the phone. Don't be woried, I'm not with him. An when I go out tonight, I'm going home alone. Just got back, from my tour, I'm a mess girl thats for sure! All I want is some fun, guess that I'd better run. Hollywood sucks you in but it won't spit me out. Woah.. Woah... Ha!" She cheers out, thrumming the pop tune lyrics, legs and hips moving in perfect time with each step.

Basil glances at Eamon, then back to Yi. "Alright then, Obi-Wan-Two-Three." He glances over his shoulder at the commotion going on, then back to Yi, folding his hands simply with one ontop of the other in his lap. "It's getting crowded all of a sudden."

Eamon blinks at Alicia. "What the fuck is that crap?"

"...hm, so much for spending the weekend at home." Murmurs the still sleepy-looking Dakota as she gets three feet in the door before aiming for the closest, cushy seat she can find. Her hair is uncharacteristically pulled back and pinned at the back of her head, probably to keep it out of the way.

Yi smirks at the arrival of her packmates, all of them greeted with nods around. "This can hardly be called crowded," the Gnawer newmoon says in reply to her cub.

"You ganna question my taste in music when you're drinking that shit, Eamon?" Alicia asks with a quick fire grin back at the New Moon. "Waddup Yi?" She drawls to her other pack mate. "I got stuff to bring up now that the whole pack is sitting in one spot."

Eamon raises the bottle and winks. "It's good for you." He takes a swig.

"Well, it is for me. Too many people. I like quiet more than I like noise." Basil lifts and drops his hands, then rises from the chair and walks off into the kitchen.

Dakota flops herself into chair, watching the cub get up to leave before turning her eyes towards her cousin. "Well, what's up?"

"If this is noise, then you must feel horrible in the city on a Friday evening," Yi comments back to her cub, "But go on then, if you wish. Or stay, if you would like to hear how a good pack works together." She turns back to the Stagpackmates, "This is occassion to drink indeed. What has brought us all together tonight?"

"Good for you? It tastes like cement." Alicia says as she flops down into the couch next to Dakota, draping her arm across her cousin's shoulders. "Well, now that Megan is gone, I'm stepping up as Alpha of the pack, and if anyone has an issue with that, I'm right here on the couch and more than willing to challenge for it." She says, her voice dropping away seriously. "Beyond that, Clemency approached me yesterday and says she still wants to join our ranks, and I'm Ok with it. I want your opinions."

Basil slips out the back door in his response to Yi, leaving much quieter than Kevin had earlier.

Dakota gives her hand a wave. "I'm not out to be a pack leader right now, I have enough to keep busy with." The Ritemistress leans back in the chair, looking around at her packmates. "Well, I've already spoken to Clemency about joining, and I'm fine with her. For all the instabilities she may have, she is still a good Garou and willing to work hard, and none of us are without our own problems."

Eamon arches an eyebrow at Alicia, but shrugs. "Job's yours. I ain't a leader, never been one, never will be. Too much fuckin' responsibility. But I think Clem'd make a good addition. I'd prefer another Fianna, as this is a Stag pack, but Clem's good."

Yi considers quietly. Her opinion doesn't voice immediately, and she only looks up when she's decided on what to say. "What did she say about why she wants to join?"

Eamon looks at Dakota. "What instabilities?"

"She's a Silver Fang, Eamon. She has... a severe case of manic depression mixed with a bit of paranoia, very testy, high rage, but good at heart." Alicia says with a nod of her head slowly. "She has sharp claws, a great deal of passion and the will to make things right that have been wronged."

Eamon says "Oh, right. You coulda stopped after the first sentence."

"This may be a good chance for her to try and mellow some, as much as she might ever be able to being an Ahroun of the Fangs." Dakota says. "Afterall, being in a pack of honor means learning some self control."

Yi chuckles at Eamon, but looks back to Alicia. "Did she tell you about her thought about Megan wanting to conspire against her?"

Alicia lifts up a brow at Yi. "Yah.. she mentioned it in a off hand way. She seemed apologetic for her thought process. Stress, tension... you know. She um.. has a past. Do you guys know it?"

Eamon shakes his head.

"I've gotten hints she has a story, but she did not tell me and I felt it better not to ask until she was comfortable telling me." Responds Dakota in a quiet voice.

Yi shrugs. "I only heard she had a pack before, but left after something bad had happened to them."

"Yah.. the whole story is that she was forced to marry some asshole kinfolk who was a pack mate's brother or cousin or something. He was supposed to be pure bred, rich, noble, you know.." Alicia trails off a bit. "Well, she got pregnant, put up with his shit and in the end, shot out a kin. She snapped and frenzied, thinking Gaia played her for a fool to not birth her a Garou and well.. she thralled on her husband." She says, letting the . . . hang at the end of her sentence.

Eamon grimaces. "Yeesh. Did she, uh, eat him?"

Yi swallows down a comment, but her tightened jaw is all that needs to be shown in regards to it. "And?"

Dakota frowns at the story, letting out a breath but otherwise seems to be listening as she thinks to herself.

"Its what her Sept said, and so...they forced her to leave." Alicia says as she rocks her shoulders backwards slowly. "So.. along the same time, her entire pack died save like one member or something and she felt unfit to live, seeing how she commited such a crime and they all gave up their lives to Gaia. Kind of why she's really messed up, but.. she's coming around. I've been giving her counsling sessions and what not, sorta."

Dakota shakes her head. "Bad enough we have to fight the Wyrm, let alone abuse at home. Our one chance at being happy and normal, but her's was far from it... what about her child?"

Eamon makes a face. "Well, let's hope that doesn't happen again."

Yi looks over to Dakota a moment, and then back to Alicia. The child question hangs out from her eyes as well.

"I don't know, around that time she broke down and started crying and the best thing I did was just hug her and let it out." Alicia says with a nod of her head. "So... she's still iffy on joining us. Afraid that maybe we wouldn't want her knowing her past."

Eamon nods. "Well, we can at least see what Stag says on the subject. Stag finds the lost and leads them back home. That doesn't always mean physically lost."

"She's suffered enough, without being denied a pack. We can't punish her more for being a Garou, one who was under a great deal of stress." Dakota says. "As Eamon says, Ciancarw has the final decision, but the very fact she is willing to join with a pack of honor shows she is willing to make up for the damage she did."

Yi shakes her head, looking a little more disturbed. Her hand runs through her hair as she considers aloud, "If Stag can take in one like me and help her rise, then he could also help Clemency." She looks to Eamon, then Dakota, and finally Alicia. "And I agree. She is on her first step back to a path worth a Silver Fang. I think Stag would understand. But..." The ragabash gives pause, "What does this bring for us? As a pack? Our goals were communication between woods and city. Will an ahroun fit?"

Eamon shrugs. "Well, not really, but it'll give us some muscle."

Yi glances back at Eamon. "And three fostern and the Master of the Rite does not have muscle?"

"The Ahroun has as much place as any pack as it does in its role and auspice." Alicia says with a bob of her head. "Silver Fang's are the voice of the Garou, at least they are in the old world. If it came to it, Yi. With the need to spread communication and 'get' results, she'd be perfect as her blood line simply demands respect. The rest of the Garou nation does not /need/ to know about her past. We all have demons." She says, glancing over to the Gnawer. "So... I say at least give her a try. Its not like she is Thomas Grey.. you know? She doesn't have a laundry list of shit."

Dakota nods her head in agreement with her cousin. "I will do what I can to find Ciancarw and tell him in advance, so we know we will be seeking him when it comes time to introduce Clemency. When will she be ready? The moon is getting small."

"And she is not like me either," Yi admits guiltily. Then she nods. "It will be up to Ciancarw then. I think she is doing what she can."

Alicia glances over to the quiet Eamon, then back to the other two girls. "Alright then, Thursday we'll get together. The moon will still be around the half and enough light to deal with it all. Make sure he comes to the Caern."

Eamon nods. "Sounds good to me."

Yi wets her lips. "What if Ciancarw does not like her?" she asks, just tossing in the possibility.

Dakota nods her head. "I will. I will also see if he has been told by Megan why she is gone. If not, Alicia, don't you know what has happened? I would need you then to tell him. ...and if he does not approve, then perhaps she could perform a greater test to earn his acceptance. If not, there is not much to be done."

Yi laughs softly then, nodding. "I remember. Kind of like when he decided to test me, hm? Maybe it will be something similar."

Alicia shifts her shoulders a bit and looks slightly uncomfortable with that. "Mm. Megan is... just...well.. its hard to explain really. She's in the area still, just not.. available.. to the Garou nation."

Yi glances over to the galliard, head tilting in obvious question. "Not available to the Garou Nation?"

Dakota frowns once more, eyes narrowing as she turns to look questioningly at Alicia.

Eamon says "She's an old one now, like Arjun Fletcher. She's around and can be consulted, but she's retired from active duty."

"Lets just say that she had... a number of complications with her pregnancy.." Alicia says. "And so.. instead of.. letting others tend to thy sickness.. she just... left it all behind." Wettening her lips, she rocks her shoulders back. "Sorry, I ... really can't say more."

Dakota lets out a long sigh, leaning back into the chair. "So we lose more knowledge and the experience of those who have survived that long."

Yi looks from Alicia to Eamon, then over to Dakota. The Gnawer shrugs lightly. "Well, we will have to work harder then. Pull more, and not depend so much on ourselves by ourselves, but on each other. Maybe there is knowledge and experience lost, but at least knowledge can be found again, and experiences made new."

Eamon frowns and nods. "And on that note, I'm outta here. I'll see you later, okay?"

Alicia lets out a huff. "Its hardly past your bedtime Eamon." She says lightly as her eyes glance over to him, then wiggles her fingers. "Thursday, remember that."

Dakota gives Eamon a brief wave of her hand before it is raised to rub at the back of her neck. "...now I feel like going for a run. Hmf."

Yi waves to the departing Fianna. "Do not drink and drive," she offers as a friendly, sisterly warning.

Alicia glances back to the other two and shrugs her shoulders a bit. "So, I think Matt dumped me." She admits with a soft huff.

Dakota blinks, looking up from the ground and to Alicia. "He broke up with you? Why?"

Yi looks quickly back to Alicia. "He did?" She frowns a little, but more taken up by concern.

".. Yah.. he came over and proposed to me and I said... No." Alicia admits with a slow nod of her head. "He got upset."

Yi casts down her gaze, sighing softly. "Did you tell him why?"

The Theurge's eyebrow raise up about as high as they'll go, even if her eyes don't get any wider. She gives a quick glance to Yi and then back to Alicia at the question.

"Yeah. I told him that I can't bring myself to get married again. I haven't seen Tom or Andrea since he left me in Feburary, and that Garou and kin or human relationships hardly work out." Alicia admits with a rock of her shoulders. "So, he started yelling at me, telling me that Tom left me because I never give myself fully to anyone and that all I do is hide things."

Yi frowns a touch, but the expression doesn't last. "What now, then? Is he going to move out?"

Dakota grimaces faintly, but still says nothing as her expression grows a bit distant and thoughtful.

"He doesn't live with me as it is. He just comes over once in awhile." Alicia says with a shrug of her shoulders. "Sides, his dog doesn't like me, it'd never work out."

Yi looks puzzled, but then slowly, softly, chuckles. "Well if his /dog/ does not like you, then the relationship is doomed," she intones. "I think you made a good choice, though. It is too soon. And for Garou to marry Kin, even so... it is a difficult life. So Grandmother said."

"Shit does happen." Murmurs Dakota from her seat, tilting her head back against the cushion. "...besides, you got a busy life without another family to deal with."

"Yeah, well.. if he can't deal with it, plenty of more dick in the sea." Alicia says with a shrug. "Though to be honest, I've been a bit of a prude lately anyways and haven't been putting out. Just not in the mood."

Yi rubs the back of her neck at that, not inclined to comment.

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