Not Touchy

4/25/2006

10:13 AM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning New Moon phase (17% full).
It is currently 10:03 Pacific Time on Tue Apr 25 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly sunny today. The temperature is 51 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the east at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.12 and steady, and the relative humidity is 71 percent. The dewpoint is 42 degrees Fahrenheit (5 degrees Celsius.)

The Sept Compound(#2075RAM)
Sweeping branches of trees form a sort of natural roof overshadowing most of this clearing, no more than an open space of grasses and beaten earth in the heart of the forest. Some pains have been taken to keep wear and tear on the area to a minimum, so the firepit tends to shift from time to time. The firepit, several sawn logs polished from use, and a stack of firewood discreetly piled up at the base of an old spruce under a tarp, are the only signs of constant occupation. However, a student of such things might think that some minimal landscaping or planning has been done, for the meadowlike profusion of grasses and other plants has an unusually high concentration of brilliant flowers, which attract a number of bees and butterflies.
A faint trail leads off to the east, and a bit north.
Contents:
Mathias
Kevin
Obvious exits:
Forest  

Hardly a sound heralds Yi's approach. At least, that would be in case of normal circumstances. This is far from it. Yi's footsteps towards the Sept Compound are quick and heavy, and her breath comes fairly fast to her. When she does appear within view, she's definitely not looking happy. She's also looking around for the two jailbirds.

Mathias also comes within view of the sept compound, the garou giving a growl as he moves to change guards with the person there. "Charach!" he calls out. "Show yourself!"

One of the two is there, all right; Kevin has gone into lupus form, apparently with the express intention of curling up into as small a lump of miserable wolf as he can manage, his nose to his tail. Mathias' command draws no more movement from him than an earflick. He is, to give him his due, in plain sight.

Yi thus goes right up to the Walker ragabash, not so much as giving a moment to greet Mathias. "I thought I told you to get out of here," she hisses. One of her feet swings out to kick the miserable newmoon.

Mathias growls at Yi. "Stop!" he demands. A guest cliath. "You will not touch that Charach. On pain of judgement from the half moons."

Power-Up doesn't flinch away from the kick any more than he did Yi's previous onslaught on the fateful night of the moot. I tried, he says, uncurling a little to be able to respond better in wolven body-language. I tried but the other changed his mind and I could not go on my own. He turns, then, and gives Mathias a very curious look, as though astonished that anyone would defend him even for the reason stated.

Yi utters a none too friendly Canton curse in reply to the Walker's whine. Her eyes turn towards Mathias only after, gaze as dark and burning as coal. "Let them judge!" she spits back at the Fang. "My one act of mercy brings nothing but pain and disgrace." From a pocket somewhere, out comes one of her knives. "Perhaps I should correct my mistake right now."

Mathias steps in between Yi and Power-Up, "You will /NOT/ touch the charach." he spreads his arms wide. "You can try to go past me, or through me, but it will only be after I can no longer move." He looks to Yi for a second more.

Power-Up yawns ostentatiously, as though he finds this all very dreary, and settles back down as though to rest again. One eye, however, remains not only open but fixed on Yi and Mathias.

Yi glares full on at Mathias as he steps between her and her supposedly intended target. The grip she has on her knife tightens. "I do not need to touch him to kill him," she growls in reply. It's followed by her taking a step back, and then hurling the knife quickly enough that the point buries itself in the dirt just in front of Kevin's nose. As if to prove her point. "I did not come here to kill him anyway. Unfortunately, my opportunity was lost that night." She glares back down at Walker, and then turns to walk away at least a few more paces.

Mathias growls for a moment towards Yi before he turns to look at Power-Up, "Pick yourself up Charach. I do not see what Dillen-Yuf sees in you, but I have made the agreement to seek to join his pack. I demand /more/ from my packmates, and I expect you to start behaving like it."

Even Power-Up isn't blase enough to show no reaction when the knife lands quivering in the ground by his face. He rises to his four feet, and shifts slowly through the forms as far as glabro, whereupon he pulls the knife out of the ground. "Shouldn't give litany-breakers weapons," he chides Yi as he holds it back out to her, handle towards the Fostern. "And as for Dillen and Requiem, can you really see me being welcome there any more? I think you get my space. Seat's still warm for you."

Yi turns back to eye the Walker ragabash, then her throwing knife. A few seconds pass on, before she shakes her head and retrieves the blade. None too friendly, but she doesn't turn it so the edge does any cutting of the other newmoon's hand. The knife is wiped off on her sleeve anyway, and returned to wherever it came from. "Tell me one thing, Kevin. How could you take a position of Honor as the Fool, and spoil an entire moot rite with your shame, declare yourself a charach in front of all who ever had a shred of respect for you and then not have guts to do as told when you were given the chance to live?"

Mathias stands silently, and listens.

Power-Up sits back down in a hunched position, not dissimilar to the one he was previously in as lupus. "Ask him," he says crossly, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to where, at the other side of the Sept Compound, Basil is ostentatiously ignoring all this. "He was my wheels... my ticket out of here. I said, let's get a move on. He decided it was more important to try and make me feel bad about what had happened... until Vera showed up. And, incidentally," he adds, not without a sly smile of satisfaction, "she knows about you and Masao. And no, I didn't tell her."

"I /know/ she knows," Yi retorts, of course irked about it by the invisible black stormcloud that continues to hover over her head. "Had I killed you and hunted down my own tribemate like a dog, would it have made me look any better? Would killing two still young, still healthy warriors have made any change for the good in the Hidden Walk and on Gaia?" She spits out another barbed phrase in Cantonese, although by tone it's quite unflattering. "Of all the bloody idiots to go screw, you choose /him/! Enough to make an elder wonder how in fucking hell he survived his Rite of Passage." She glares off in the ahroun's direction, fighting for control.

Mathias growls for a second as he looks at Yi. He seems surprised for a moment by this. "It is no wonder Falcon told me to come to this sept. It is without honor in every direction I look. No Charach, there is still a spot in the pack for you, Dillen will not give it up so easily. Renounce your errors and come back to the glory of Gaia. Before you hurt more of your friends."

In an instant, Kevin changes from sardonic to furious. Seemingly it's okay for him to criticise Basil, but not for anyone else to. "Some tribemate you were to him," he snaps, jerking himself to his feet in a surprisingly swift move for this bulky form. "Not one of you Gnawers ever bothered to try and figure him out. Not one of you ever cared a damn for him." His face twists into a sneer and he turns away from her to Mathias. "Hurting people is all I'm good for," he says in a more subdued tone. "Dillen is going places. Dillen is a good garou. He'll be Fostern soon. He won't want me like a millstone round his neck dragging him back."

"Dillen is your Alpha! Tu is your elder!" Yi's voice rings out, hardly controlled. "My so-called tribemate wanted to leave his tribe for /yours/, so what loyalty is there in /him/? Figure him out? Had he even tried to 'figure /us/ out'? Dillen was going nowhere but down. He thought himself to be /cursed/ because his packmates around him do nothing but dishonor him by their actions."

Mathias takes a step forward towards Kevin, and just backhands him. It's nothing surely like something from a crinos or an ahroun, but still, it is a backhanding. "Charach. You listen now. Stop acting like a foolish cub." He speaks in statements, commands, to order Kevin to do this. "Dillen is alpha of a pack. He is one of many in the pack, and this pack includes you. He is a good Garou, you are right, but being a good garou is not enough. He needs good friends, good friends like you. Because if /you/ don't shape up. And shape up /now/, atone for your errors...then you will cause Dillen to fail. He will take you being Charach as his own fault. And it will be because of your selfish actions. You are to stop being a cub, and to act like a proper Garou. NOW."

Power-Up dabs at his nose, wiping away a trickle of blood on the back of his hand. "Dillen knew nothing," he says firmly. "Get that straight right now. Dillen is in no way to blame for my wrongdoings. It was my idea to take the Litany in reverse... I told him it was to make everyone think about it. Which it was, kind of. And don't you tell me, Yi/rhya/, that he's going down. I'm the only bad apple in Requiem."

"I would beg to differ, but I would not beg to you," Yi utters out icily. "Dillen knew nothing, and it will be his ignorance of his own packmate's actions that brings his reputation down, as will Basil's actions do to mine, as will yours do to Tu's. The Garou are not one and one, Kevin, we are us. Nothing we do is not connected to another. Do you not see that?" She shakes her head, her storm blowing itself out. "If you speak of bad apples, there is also a saying of how one bad apple spoils the bunch, is there not?"

Mathias gives a simple growl. "Charach. Your actions will reflect on me. Do not be the shamed puppy who tries to hide what has happened. Instead, be the garou who has done wrong and admitted it, seeking atonement. You will be forgiven and you will be able to prove to the nation that you are a person of honor, instead of what they see now."

"I'm not hiding anything," Kevin protests a little hotly. "And I don't suppose I'll have the opportunity to even if I wanted, once they've carved my arms up like Thomas Grey's." He pulls his sleeves down as though not relishing the thought. "And as for spoiling the barrel of apples... why do you think I confessed at moot instead of just slipping away quietly? Because I couldn't have lived with the guilt." He looks away from the other two garou. "I'm not like Basil. I'm not so cynical I can't believe in anything even if I try. I... love this sept. I... just..." And running out of words, he jerks a thumb at Basil again.

"Know this Kevin. It's not about the 'I'." Yi swallows down the rest, once again turning, this time to leave. "If I suffer the Voice of the Jackal, or the Stone of Scorn, or if I am even cast out or killed... at least I would like to do so knowing that I spared the lives of two who could still redeem themselves, even if it is with their deaths." She makes a motion of wiping her hand off on herself, and walks off back into the forest slower than she had before.

Mathias gives a simple huff as Yi leaves, looking at Kevin. "Well..." he sighs for a moment, "About Derek, I can only hope that he does not take your influence and Charach himself." The Fang looks up towards the sky, "I will defend you with my last breath Kevin, but you must be willing to come back to the glory of Gaia."

"Mathias," Kevin says regretfully, "why do you think I was so keen to pass him onto you? I didn't want him catching my cooties, once I'd fallen and..." Once more he fails to complete a sentence, and glances in Basil's direction again as a substitute for words. "Look here," he goes on, more slowly as though thinking hard while he speaks, "Mathias, I don't know you... I appreciate you taking the time to try to help me. But I'm not a Silver Fang like you. I'm just a lost cub mutt who got taken in by the Glass Walkers because he was too much of a wuss for the Get. Glory doesn't come to me the way it does you noble blokes. And I don't have a hotline to Gaia. If I did, maybe things wouldn've been different."

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