Am I Cursed?

4/23/2006

11:47 AM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (31% full).
It is currently 11:37 Pacific Time on Sun Apr 23 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 59 degrees Fahrenheit (15 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 12 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.15 and falling, and the relative humidity is 44 percent. The dewpoint is 37 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius.)

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 A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall.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.
Contents:
Mathias
Dillen
NOTE: Current Farmhouse Residents (Updated: Feb 26)
Obvious exits:
Kitchen/Dining Room  Front Door  STairs  

[look Mathias (homid)]
Nearly five and a half feet tall, Mathias seems to be in his mid-teens. Rich blue eyes and blond hair cover his head, while a button nose and thin lips round out his face before ending in a strong jutting chin. He seems to be rather thin, with a slight build to his body, wearing a navy blue tee-shirt, with a brown leather vest over it. He also wears a pair of khaki cargo pants that end at his feet in worn hiking boots. His hair also has a small lock of metallic blue dye off to the right side, over his eye.

[look Dillen (homid)]
A thick layer of hair grows on Dillen's head, shaggy now and bleached blonde for some reason. It hangs in his eyes and is often pushed out of the way with his hand. His attire is that of one who is eclectic and likes his own style. He wears a white t-shirt and a pair of black pants, tucked into knee high combat boots. Around his upper half is a leather biker jacket, complete with blue flames coming up the sleeves. Grey eyes that are just about clear are the only really stunning thing about him. Around his neck is a thick leather collar, made up of several contoured leather plates, bound with bone or horn, and strapped together with what appears to be waxed sinew. It's either some kind of new fashion statement, or Midwestern bondage gear. His build has improved since he came to St. Claire as a skinny kid, he now has broad shoulders and good muscle definition. His looks would place him in his mid to late teens and he would seem to be about six feet tall. A newly healing scar is across his jaw as well as several scars that are raked down his arm. He wears a wedding band on his right hand.

Dillen is sitting on the couch. In front of him is a sketchpad, usually full of sketches and drawings, but now shows an empty page. A bottle of mead is in Dillen's hand, half empty. He stares at the empty page, hand propped to draw but no movement comes.

Mathias comes on in through the front door. No knocking, no pounding, or ringing of bells. Nope, just a twist open and the silver fang is in. He looks decently healthy, except there's some nicks and cuts along the right side of his face. He gives a simple look over towards Dillen as he gives a simple huff and a "Well met."

On the opposing end, Yi arrives through the kitchen and subsequent hallway. It's after she's opened and shut the fridge door, picking out a bottle of water and a bottle of beer respectively. Her figure passes by the opening to the living room, but pauses as she spots Dillen there. There's also another brief pause when she hears and sees Mathias. "Good morning," she greets them. But by the tone of her voice, and the slight scratchiness to it, it's anything but good.

Dillen looks up and shakes his head, "Not well... But met nonetheless." His eyes scan over the nicks and cuts before he lifts his bottle in a deep drink of it. Thank goodness it's a big bottle. "Yi. It's morning. That's all." The hand is still perched over the paper... Motionless. He turns back to look at it, shaking his head.

Mathias looks at Dillen. "There was a moot from what I understand, as well as a good revel, full of energy." he looks to Yi and gives a semi-formal bow to the other. "It is a good enough morning."

Yi shoots a bit of a look at Mathias. Her lips tighten for a few passing moments before she takes a deep breath and nods. "I was, unlucky for me, having to leave in between. I missed the Inner Sky, and the Cracking of the Bone." The ragabash looks back at the Get galliard. "Maybe someone will be gracious enough to tell us what happened, during the time in between."

Dillen drops the pencil to the paper and then looks to Yi and in an very un-galliard way, "Kevin is a Charach, Emma challenged, CK is Fostern, Laura is new Fury Alpha, and there are still people stuck in the fucking umbra that we don't know where they are." He then takes another draught from the bottle and thinks. "Is it possible to be cursed? Could some wyrm taint have me cursed?" It's said to the floor in a low and uncertain voice.

Mathias hears the first part, then /snarls/. He's in human, and it sounds bad. "Kevin is a fucking Charach?!?" he growls about that. "There was a cub that I took under my care, from Kevin. Derek. Derek must be checked to make sure he does not learn some twisted litany." he seems unhappy enough about that, "Those missing in the umbra cannot be helped. Luna Guide them and Gaia guard them, and for wyrm taint..." he trails off before he sniffs the air, trying to pick it out.

Yi looks to the Fang theurge in askance, as if expecting him to reply to the notion of curses and Wyrm taint. "Curses are possible in this world of magic," she says with a slow, exploring manner. "Those with the Taint would not know it. And neither would they want to stand in caern's heart and feel at home." The fostern breathes in sharply after speaking that. "Kevin is gone. If there is a Walker cub, that Derek, then his elder should be contacted." And speaking of Laura... "The New Fury Alpha, she was brought back from the Revel the most injured. I was taking these," she indicates the water and the beer, "up to the infirmary, in case she was there."

Dillen growls and is so close to shifting as his eyes flash to Mathias. "Kevin would not have corrupted a cub with a 'twisted litany'." It's a fine line to walk, defend a friend and packmate who has damned himself. He calms quickly, rage way too close to the surface on him. He snorts and nods his head to the two as it lowers again for another drink. "Gunnar makes some good shit. The last bottle left over from my wedding. Saved it for a rainy day... Guess what? It's raining."

Mathias growls for a moment more as he looks towards Dillen. "As far as curses go, there is more to this world then what I know about, but as far as the wyrm goes...I do not feel the taint upon you." he still shows his teeth for a moment more, before closing his lips over them. "The bawn patrol is taking far longer then expected. But the job is being done correctly. Every nook and cranny is checked for the wyrm, so that it may not find a spot to breed in darkness away from our eyes. But, at this rate, expectations are for the patrol to continue for almost a year."

"Raining?" Yi looks for an available window. Not that the blinds are ever really opened. "It was sunny outside," she says. "As for twisting litany, there is none of that here. He may have been a charach, but he was /not/ of the Enemy's brood." The fostern bristles a bit, even just at the mention. Then she turns back to Dillen. "What becomes of Requiem? You are the Alpha of it, are you not?"

"I am." Dillen's words come out soft. "I refuse to believe that Kenneth is dead. He's not the dying kind. He doesn't give up. If I feel cursed then Kenneth does tenfold. He's a helluva good fighter and a great packmate. He will come back." he shakes his head, "A pack of two cannot live. We have been a pack of two before... There will be others." A slight glance goes toward Mathias.

Mathias looks to Dillen for a moment, before he closes his eyes and seems to breathe. "Dillen-Yuf..." he starts out. "A guest to the sept cannot be part of a pack that belongs to the sept. But, if it will bring some of Gaia's glory back into your heart, and some of Luna's fury back to your veins, then I promise to seek to join your pack when my Chimiage is accepted."

Yi sucks on an upper canine, glancing at the bottle of beer in her hand. "I would not speak so soon about it," the fostern notes with a less than hopeful tone, even regarding the packmate Dillen mentions. "Spirit patrons do not wait for very long themselves."

Dillen looks over and bows his head, "I only hope that Kenneth will be back to great you as well. Be warned, he is a moody sort... But I'd want nothing more at my side than Kenneth." A slight irritated look at Yi. "Kenneth will come back." He says with no wavering of his convictions. "He will return, as will the others. Somehow..."

Mathias nods simply. "It would be unwise to allow the wyrm into our hearts to steal our hope of a brighter future. Without hope, we are lost." he pauses for a second, "We of the Silver Fangs also await our elder Clemency-Rhya to return. It would be foolish to kill her in our hearts, for if we did, it would be as serious as if we had actually used our claws and killed her."

"Did I say kill?" Yi retorts. "No. I said I would not speak so soon about it. Because for some packs it took /years/ before they returned. And they did not return unchanged. But while they are gone away, we cannot be sitting here wondering about them. There is a Nexus Crawler in our city. There are banes and Blights down below in the sewers. There is a yard full of tires burning with tainted fire. There is a monster living in the river, down the way. The Enemy surrounds us, and even those we trust decide to turn charach and break the litany. These /are/ the End Times. I can feel the Sixth Age coming. But I will not just stand here and cry. That is not how we won back the Hidden Walk when the Black Spiral Dancers swarmed us. That is not how I made it to Fostern, when Walks-Thin-Ice and Chaser-Never-Rests were killed and their bodies never recovered." Her eyes are hard as stone, but behind them lies inner, stubborn fire. "Excuse me," she huffs, turning for the stairs to head for the infirmary with the drinks in hand.

Dillen rises to his feet. "Then call on those who fight! Call on me. We take it to them and we take back our sept. NOW! We fight and die and bring them back. We do not waver and hide. We do what we were put here to do. I'm ready. I want the blood on my claws. Call on me. I WANT PEACE!" His jaw is clenched and a fist slowly relaxes. "Just say when."

Mathias just gives a growl for a moment, "This true?" he snarls, "There are multiple places where the wyrm is known to exist and breed it's corrupted influence, and I was sent to scout the bawn here for possible encrouchment?" he seems snarly unhappy at this. "This is insulting. To be ignored, and to ignore the wyrm where we know it exists."

Yi stops with a foot on the base of the stairs. "Your Chiminage is set as such - we were ambushed by the Wyrm's forces in the woods before. The Scab has always been a power for the Wyrm and Weaver - that is not new." She looks at Dillen. "If you want to fight, then go to those who lead the these fights. You heard at moot who they are, I am sure. And for you, Mathias, a theurge can do more than simply scout. I would call for talen makers, but you are a guest. Culls-the-Herd-rhya could tell you more about your position here, I am sure."

Dillen blows out a long breath. "I will step up. We can at least take out some other things while we await the return of others." He sits back down, picks up his drawing pencil and makes a line across the paper, beginning to draw.

Mathias looks over towards Yi. "I do not lament my duty towards this sept and Gaia for the work I perform in the Chiminage. Nor do I cut corners in my duty, allowing the wyrm to seep between lazy cracks. It is my duty to perform the scouting, and it will be the best done scouting in the history of this sept." he shows teeth for a moment, "There is much that must be done, and no time that is free."

"The story of every Garou alive," Yi sympathizes. "In the meantime, we must do what we can to help our own stand up. Whether it it is by singing many stories..." She glances at Dillen, now that he's started to draw, "Or by healing the hurt and soothing the spirits. Speaking of that, do you know the Mother's healing Gift?" Her eyes return to the Fang.

Dillen is now absorbed in his drawing, a good thing. One hand finally releases the bottle and sets it on the floor.

Mathias draws himself up like a perfect statue, and only gives the slightest of nods. "When one had become an adult in the eyes of our nation and in the eyes of the spirits, one of the memories that the spirits allowed me to remember was that of the Mothers Touch, yes."

Yi nods. "Then, will you come, and heal the Fury Alpha? Normally I would not ask unless she asked. But, I feel this is not a time that we can spare anyone being trapped to a bed."

Dillen takes a long and deep breath. "There is much to heal and in many ways. This is indeed a good morning. We shall heal this sept. It is what must happen." A satisfied nod is given. "My thanks, to you both."

Mathias looks to Yi, and seems unhappy for the set of his jaw and lips. He then gives another nod. "It is not a choice when asked by an elder of the sept, Yi-Rhya. I will heal Laura-Rhya, and consider it a debt repaid." as he moves to the stairs.

Yi smirks back at the Get. "I did not have a galliard of a packbrother and packsister for nothing." Then with a nod, she bids the Fang to come with her and ascends the stairs.

Infirmary
The gentle sunlight of spring illuminates the room in a fresh yellow glow. Thin white curtains keep the glare out while allowing enough light in to dispel shadows. A small ceramic heater sits on the floor near the bed, available for use when needed. A wide bed stands in the center of the south wall, white linens carefully tucked in around its mattress. A low table stands beside the bed, a small basin and pitcher perched atop it. Two large chairs sit facing the bed, and a small wooden chair sits against the south wall opposite the table. A tall cabinet occupies the northeast corner of the room, its glass door revealing a well-stocked medicine cabinet, various medical implements and supplies carefully arranged within.
The only exit from the room is a single door on the eastern wall.
Contents:
Laura
Obvious exits:
HAllway  

Mathias enters from the hallway, a soft click issuing from the lock as the door closes.

After voices are heard downstairs, followed by footsteps up and past the landing, a knock is made at the infirmary door shortly before it opens. There's Yi, peeking in. "Laura? Are you in?"

Mathias follows Yi up the stairs, though he stays quiet. Really nothing for him to say at this point in time.

The Fury is laid out on the bed on the south wall, blankets tucked in around her. She's pale, lending a strange cast to her usually darker skin. At the sound of people arriving, she rouses a bit, turning her head towards the door. "Here," she rasps very quietly, immediately breaking into a short, hacking cough.

Bidding Mathias to enter in first as she holds the door, Yi cants her head towards the laid-up Fury. "I brought a healer, to get you back on your feet," she notes to the theurge on the bed, trying to keep the raspy grate out of her own voice. "Also I brought some beer. And water. I was not sure if you drink the first kind..."

Mathias nods as he walks over towards Laura. "We meet again Laura-Rhya. In a reverse of the way we had met last time. Instead of finding my broken body and pulling the parts together, instead I find you as broken as I had been. Allow me to close your wounds and let the strength of Gaia flow through your veins once more, to repay the debt to you."

Laura smiles and moves (with no small amount of difficulty) to make her carved-up torso more accessible for her fellow healer. "Thank you, Mathias," she replies, wincing as her injuries pull and reopen. "Beer would be so nice right now," she says to Yi, still very quiet and mindful of her wounds.

Yi steps in close on the other side of the bed, setting the beer and water bottle both, fresh from the cool fridge, down on the bedside table. She winces at the sight of the wounds. "No matter what, even if the Umbra makes things more real, there is something of seeing things here on this side that make it so much worse."

Mathias steps over and places his hands on the wound, closing his eyes as he begins a simple chant. If you listen closely, the words seem to be that of reminding the flesh of the way it had once been, and that with the wyld, that it could pull itself together.

What had been a fairly gruesome impalement reknits itself. At least, somewhat. There is still a gash, and Laura still has her cough, but muscle and gut regenerate with Gaia-aided swiftness. Laura holds still as the process adds what will eventually be another faint scar to a collection of faded marks on her stomach. When the spirit-healing is finished, she reaches for the beer. "You don't expect the red to stay so red," she raspily comments to Yi.

Yi nods, uttering something under her breath that sounds like 'Strawberry Jell-O', but never really clarifies itself. Instead, she affords a grateful smile to the Fang. "Thank you," she tells him with a low dip of her head. "At least now, I feel like things are slowly being made right again. The moot was... exciting to make it sound pretty." The fostern then glances over to Laura. "I heard you are the new elder of the Furies?"

Mathias looks to Laura for a moment. Opening his eyes, "It is the best I can do. Nothing except the strength of Gaia can continue healing your wounds now." he gives a slight smile. "The debt is repaid, and I wish to see you well soon."

Laura inspects the wound further, hands familiar with such injuries inspecting first her belly, then her back. "Thank you for your healing, Mathias," she repeats, her voice stronger now, but no less harsh. "I'm glad you regained your strength as well." With that said, she turns her attention to Yi again, taking a swig of her chosen beverage. "I am the elder of my tribe now, yes." She adjusts her position, wincing as her back muscles pull.

Yi nods with a short 'Congratulations', then regards Mathias. "And the Fangs, with Clemency in the Shadow... who is the elder now?"

Mathias looks to Yi. "Justin-Rhya is the offical acting elder until Clemency-Rhya returns. I have promised to work with Justin-Rhya, and had planned to eventually challenge him for eldership if Clemency had not returned by the time my Chiminage was done. But, Blackriver-Yuf was challenged instead, which left me broken for when Laura-Rhya found me. So, for now, it will be awhile before I can consider challenging for Eldership again."

"Mm. Have you found any more of those cameras?" Laura asks, glancing from Yi to Mathias. "Or any other little spy-installations along the edge of the Bawn?"

Yi blinks a couple of times, and looks back and forth between the two theurges. Her eyes narrow. "Cameras? Spy installations?"

Mathias tilts, "Spy installations? No...I don't think so. And no more cameras as far as I could find. But, the way they blend in, it could have been hidden and I would have never noticed."

"Two humans have set up automatic cameras along the south Bawn," Laura explains to Yi, though now she's looking at the cabinet opposite her. With a bit of effort, she sits up, then walks over to the supplies and starts helping herself. "They are digital, no film. They are activated by movement, I think. The charach and his elder told me that much. I still have the...disk? I think that's what it's called. They have seen the charach twice, and I have spoken with them in my human form. They gave me a card, which I left with Tu. They are investigators."

Yi frowns some more. "Investigators of what? Where was this?" She continues to flicker her gaze from one face to another. "Was this spoken about at the moot? The others, they know that the area is not safe to shift in?"

Mathias gives a look towards Yi. "I have known, but I expected the Charach to pass the information onwards. I have been careful in not allowing others to see me in anything except my lupus form."

"I have told the Guardians, the Glass Walkers, and left word in the Farmhouse. Cole is aware, as are the cubs. I have told my own tribe as well. But," Laura admits, lowering her head as she starts to bind up her own injuries, "I did not speak of it at the moot. I do not know if Vera-rhya is aware of these people. They are investigating...ley lines, with weaver tools. They have marked out the edge of the South Bawn, believing that the railroad is haunted."

Yi nods a few times more, and then takes in a long breath. "We should all be vigilant, then. It is about time /someone/ paid the price for poking their nose into the business of the sept too much." With a brief farewell wave, she turns to the door of the infirmary and departs, her face looking a bit grim.

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