Resonance Dissolves

2/6/2006

01:27 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Half Moon phase (56% full).
It is currently 13:19 Pacific Time on Mon Feb 6 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 47 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from variable directions at 5 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.24 and falling, and the relative humidity is 68 percent. The dewpoint is 37 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius.)

Odeon - Upstairs Lounge(#3729RAJ)
This is one of the few rooms in the theatre which gets enough light during the day not to trip over one's own feet. One whole wall has a wide bank of filthy windows which look out west onto the filthier street below. Across from the stairs are the washrooms, and the projectionist's booth is nestled in to the left of them. In a corner is a wooden construction that must once have been a wide, comfortable bench, but all the padding has been removed except for rare traces, and it's now just rough plywood and unsanded boards. The walls are a creamy yellow though they probably weren't painted that colour, and everything's grimy and dusty. The corner opposite the bench, near the stairs, seems to be serve as the garbage, which spills about a metre out from the wall at its deepest. It's a gruesome heap of organic and inorganic rot, needles, bottles, and styrofoam containers, to which a family of rats has staked its claim, which they defend with violent chittering at the slightest provocation. Open windows keep the place from stinking up too bad, but there's still an underlying, unpleasant funk.
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Contents:
Clemency
Obvious exits:
Projectionist's Booth  Downstairs  

Partly hidden in the shadows rests the Gnawer fostern, chest lifting and falling steadily in unconscious meditation. The only thing to note is her form - Glabro - and the fact that someone has taken the time to pull a blanket, however ratty, over her upper torso. Still, her hairer bare feet stick out from tight-ish, oversize grey sweats. A rat nibbles lightly on the ragabash's toenail, but she doesn't seem to notice in the slightest.

Various thumps, rattles, and bangs come from the downstairs area, as though someone is at the front door and has more energy than patience.

The sudden bang downstairs sends the nibbler off, squeaking alarm, and into the shadows. Yi wakes quite groggily, and it's a bit more than she had expected as she reluctantly rises. There's a pause as she notices the blanket, and then with a small smile to herself, puts it aside in a lump for any other rodents to make a temporary nest in. The ragabash starts down the stairs, and then notices her form. Again the shift down is as sluggish as her pace, but it picks up once she's downstairs. All efforts are made to appear somewhat presentable, before she stops at the other side of the door. "What do you want?" she calls through the locked entry, adopting an imitation of Olga's 'cheer' in greeting trespassers.

"What you want, baby, I got it," shouts Clemency through the door in an atrocious imitation of Aretha Franklin. "Let me in, for fuck's sake, I could freeze to death out here."

Yi laughs, though it's slightly impinged on by soreness in her throat. The fostern opens up the door, bidding the ahroun in. And then even in the dim lighting, it's obvious that Yi is not quite up to shipshape status. Her skin is much paler than it is, with a few halfcircles underneath the eyes. Her hair is rather bedraggled and in a few tangles, though that could be attributed to just waking up. But she appears cheerful enough. The door is closed, and she sniffs. If anyone had ever seen a Garou with the symptoms of the common cold and then some, it'd be right there embodied in Yi. "I did not expect to see you come here. Did Olga tell you, or something?"

"I've visited here a few times," Clemency says equably. "Like when I needed Basil to do something for me. Why, do you think I'm too snotty to hang out with Rat's children? Yi... a good ruler is as comfortable in the home of their poorest subject as in their own palace." From many people this might sound patronising but Clemency manages to make it sound at least vaguely in the direction of genuine.

Yi shakes her head, the motion sending her wobbling slightly. "You sound like Tobin in one way," she comments with a wry upward turn of her lipcorner. She then locks the door again, steps back to shift forms, bulking back up to the Glabro. ~Cursed Fomori,~ she mutters out with a thickly accented Garou Tongue, on just this side of understandable. The fostern waves the Fang in, leading her up the stairs. ~Come. We can talk upstairs.~

"I'll take that as a compliment, Yi-rhya," Clemency replies smoothly, stepping inside. "Lead the way." She follows the Bone Gnawer up.

Upstairs, the Gnawer pushes aside the holey blanket and makes space for the ahroun to sit. She's the guest, after all. One of the rats of the family living on the upstairs pokes out from around the bench leg, whisker twitching and sniffing for food. Yi herself takes a seat upon that same bench, having it protest like a grumpy old man with aged joints. ~I am glad you came. You must have felt the weakening too, didn't you?~

Clemency looks at the rat thoughtfully, like a fan of Old Masters regarding a surrealist painting and trying to decide whether it's Art. "Of course I did. How could I not? It... saddens me. I am trying," she adds, "not to feel angry at those who have left in these last few months."

Yi takes in a long breath and sighs the sigh of a thousand souls. "I know," she replies this time with a deepened lilt of her form's tone. "I worry about Ciancarw. Resonance... cannot be kept alive by just us." Straight and to the point, Yi looks to the Fang. "And you know as well as I do, a Bone Gnawer ragabash is not meant to lead a pack of Honor."

Clemency gives Yi a slow look, and, almost reluctantly, she nods. "And my own honor may be less dinged than it was, but it still needs a helluva lot of polishing..." she adds in counterpoint. "I can lead -- it is what I was born to -- but for me, a cliath, to lead you, a fostern... people would talk."

Yi nods slowly, at this point regarding the Fang with an expression that affords more status to the ahroun than herself. "Which is why there needs to be change. Change is what keeps things fresh. I do not want to leave you hanging, Clemency, but we must keep in mind what serves the best for the sept. At this point, we need leaders. And you and me, we both can do that. I know you can." She breathes in deep again and closes her eyes, leaning with a thunk of her head against the wall. "Have you .. heard from Cole?"

Clemency shakes her head. "Not a word, though that may be because I spent some of today and all of yesterday here in town, trying to force myself to walk round without wanting to kill everyone I saw."

Yi furrows her thick brows at the Fang. "Why would you do something like that? Practice?"

"Let's talk turkey here," invites Clemency. "There's you, there's me, and there's possibly Cole, or possibly not. There has to be an excellent chance that Resonance has come to its end as a pack. Yes, I know it's fucking blunt, and I know it sucks, but there's no point not facing the truth. And if there's one thing being in Resonance /has/ taught me it's that I /need/ to be in a pack. The months I spent wandering round after leaving Oblivion... gah. Never going back there. I spoke to Emma about HAVOC," she concludes, "and she told me that if I wanted, she'd have space for me."

Yi blinks once, only just getting the gist of what turkey and talking would have to do with each other. "I know, Clemency, I know. This is why I feel there is an end to Resonance. But it should Not be the end of Honor. I should speak to Cole as well. Maybe Ciancarw has faith still - maybe Cole can join Magpie and Stag together with others. Or, something. Anything, to keep our sept with at least one pack to look to when they need inspiration." She purses her lips, redirecting her eyes towards the lone window with daylight streaming in via grimy rays. "Havoc is Wolverine's pack. Would you join knowing what Wolverine does for your Rage? And Emma?"

"And that is why I held back," Clemency says tightly. "I'm not sure at all that I trust myself. Emma does -- and Emma has suddenly blossomed from this nervous teenager into a young woman who looks like a born alpha, would you believe it? But she's young, younger than me... and could be wrong." She sighs. "I -- we -- need to find Cole and decide. We can't afford to sit and dither. That would be disrespectful of Ciancarw. If our Stag is to be freed, we should make a clean break and a quick one." She rubs her hands together, then folds her knuckles back with a crack. "I did wonder, too, whether an entirely new pack... maybe of my tribe... but I'm not sure I'm quite ready to run a pack and a tribe at once. Maybe if I ever make Fostern."

Yi laughs quietly at that. "Once, there was a Garou who felt she had been lost. Then Stag found her, and set her on a path. Though she could not see all the way to the end of the road, she kept on walking. Sometimes, she tripped and fell on her face. Sometimes, she hit her toe against the rocks on the road. But she kept walking. And eventually, she found where she was going." The ragabash ends her vague anecdote, wetting her lips. "And still there is more road ahead to travel. I agree with you. We should find Cole, and speak with him about the pack. However... I think it is also best that you act as the alpha. Clemency, this is the end of this particular road for me. Yours, though, might stretch on. I cannot tell you, because I do not see with your eyes. But if I have learned anything about my time with Stag, it is that this sept... truly needs those who can point the way."

Clemency's brow folds into creases as Yi tells this little tale, especially once she figures out who the subject of it is. At the mention of alphaship, she gives a jerk -- not just a kneejerk reaction, a whole-body jerk -- but she chokes off whatever words rise to her lips, and sits there looking very pensive indeed. "Every sept does," she finally says.

"And ahrouns are our leaders in times of war," Yi continues softly, rolling the notion up with verbal blankets. "We will need the fullmoon strategies soon. -Your- strategies. I need to be in the city, and gather others to take back what is being taken here. Resonance is fading, but I hope that the echoes are renewed with strong howls." She looks to the ahroun, eyes settling on the Fang. ~You know what I mean?~

"You think the war is about to hot up here?" Clemency says, leaning forward. A rat jumps down from above, lands on the exact spot midway between the two packmates, and scurries away. As though prompted by it, Clemency shifts up to glabro and then to crinos, standing up like a noble warrior, one hand raised with clenched fist. ~They say that no echo ever dies away,~ she declares, ~only that it becomes too faint for ears to detect after a while. While you and I are inspired by Ciancarw, so will Resonance never die away until its last member does.~

The appearance of the Crinos, startling white and highlighted even by the late afternoon sun, shines radiantly. It's enough to send the rats squeaking and skittering into the far corners of the room in surprise. Yi takes in the ahroun's glorious warform with an instinctive, fierce appreciation. Slowly pushing up to her feet, she nods once. "Tomorrow I go to scout the tirefire yard with Helen and Rusty. I have a feeling," she says quietly, "that Yes, this war is about to get very hot. There is one thing, though, that I think you and Cole should look into." The ragabash looks up to the crinos as much as she can to find a fuller view of the Fang's face. "It is about the Nexus Crawler."

Fire-Burns's huge wedgeshaped head inclines downwards to look at Yi, not threateningly, and yet there's menace in her eyes nonetheless. ~The one which dwelt atop the hospital, until it was destroyed, and now has gone elsewhere?~

Yi nods once again, raking a hand through her hair. "Circle Keeper told me he had spoken to Touch Deer and others about it. He had visions - it was weak before. The hospital was its source of power. Now it has moved to the financial district in the city, he said. That is Cole's.. Birdseye's grounds. He said, also, it was weak to the Weaver's spiders. It fought hard against them, and they against it. That was some time ago. Maybe, though, it is still weakened. When Tobin first saw it, the report was that the Crawler was bigger than our sept could handle." She lets this sink in, and then draws a grim line on her lips. "This is an opportunity given us by Gaia, maybe. We need to find this Wyrmspawn and destroy it if we can. Or put it to slumber again."

~A Nexus Crawler.~ Fire-Burns speaks those words as though in awe. ~Only once have I met a garou who claimed to have been part of a battle with one and survived. But if we were to fight it and win,~ she goes on, ~what glory would be ours! And if we fell, how better than to fall to one of the Wyrm's greatest evils?~

Yi wets her lips, not quite so confident but willing to be game about it. "Circle Keeper seems convinced it was weak enough to battle. If we find a way to do such a thing, we could..." She trails, and gets back on track her digression, eyes snapping back up. "This is something we should no longer ignore. Call it a Fool's dream, but I believe we can fight it as well. The Hidden Walk is not a pup to roll over when a big threat comes. Once the tirefire yard has been scouted, I will turn my eyes and scouts to the Crawler. Escapes-From-Money was, last I had heard, going to lead the strike against whatever Wyrmthing was poisoning the tire yard. Perhaps you should consider the Crawler?"

~Circle Keeper? How would he know? He never leaves the Bawn. And surely you are not telling me the Crawler is on the edge of our very Caern?~ The white crinos growls at the very thought. ~Nonetheless, irksome though he is in many ways, as a fighter he is no idiot. I shall, indeed, consider it. Carefully.~

Yi shrugs at the first question, and nods to the second commentary. "Touch Deer did not seem to believe Circle Keeper either," Yi considers aloud, a thick finger scratching along the remnants of a skin condition it seems. "But I do not question the Uktena's honor - he would not lie about such dangers. And Uktena... or maybe Chimera, the Mirror Lady, granted him with dreams and visions to see these things. If we wanted, we could ask Jamethon about it."

~We should tread with careful feet,~ Clemency agrees. ~But if we have a chance to take it while it is weakened, we should not lose it.~

"Yes," Yi agrees heartily, taking and releasing a quick breath. "I guess you could say it is our final act as packmates together, deciding this." She wets her lips, then smiles hesitantly. "It will be different from now on. Not always back, but no doubt, there are many rocks in the road ahead."

~That,~ the Silver Fang responds with firmness, ~is why there are steamrollers.~ And she folds her muscular arms firmly.

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