Stupid Garou Politics

3/6/2007

12:55 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (83% full).
It is currently 12:35 Pacific Time on Tue Mar 6 2007.
Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 55 degrees Fahrenheit (12 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the east at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.07 and falling, and the relative humidity is 59 percent. The dewpoint is 41 degrees Fahrenheit (5 degrees Celsius.)

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:
Basil
Song-of-Luna
Obvious exits:
Southwest  Highway 22  Overgrown Path  Sunrise Road  Farmhouse  Caern of the Hidden Walk  Creek  Central Bawn  Southern Bawn  Northern Bawn  

Seeing how the day is actually quite fair, Yi's taken to patrolling the area of the bawn by the farmhouse's barnyard. As though somewhat leashed, she paces from one tree to another, a little less patrolling and more just wandering in her own thoughts.

Fair indeed, but apparently that doesn't prevent a certain metis from wearing her old, ratty coat. Morgan is sitting against the trunk of a particularly old, fat tree, reading a book that looks as though it has been read so often it's about to fall apart. The very crumpled, crinkled cover still proclaims 'Maniac Magee' in faded letters. She's chewing idly at the joint of one finger, apparently engrossed in young adult text.

Basil walks through the woods with more of a casual gait and the occasional squinting glance around himself. The Gnawer looks a bit more tired, and a bit dirtier than usual. Stepping on twigs and knocking over debris generates a steady 'crunch crunch' to announce his approach, as does the mumbling under his breath.

It's unknown what time this is that Yi's passed by, but it'd seem her wanderings finally take her to a peripheral view of Morgan, sitting against one of the old trees. "Oh, hello Morgan," Yi greets her, almost startled out of her thoughts but barely visibly so. Her eyes travel down to the book, taking in the letters amidst light and shadow filtering through the leaves. "How are--" The sound of crunching twigs turns the fostern's head before she can finish her question, instead sounding the "you?" in Basil's area.

Morgan closes the book and looks up--she doesn't even bother to mark her place. "Hello, Yi-rhya," she replies, though the noise too distracts her, and she glances toward the other Gnawer with the faintest of frowns. The book she slides away into a voluminous pocket. She's probably got the damned thing memorized by now anyway.

Basil pauses in his tracks when he hears voices, looking around here and there. The Gnawer fiddles with his eye patch then heads towards the source of the voices, only calling out when he thinks he recognizes one. "Hey." Basil calls out lowly, stepping out from behind a pair of trees.

Yi lifts a hand in greeting Basil, waving it slightly to help delineate where she and Morgan are. As she waits for the ahroun to reach them, the fostern turns back to the metis. "How are you, Morgan?" she repeats again, assuming a more pleasant demeanor and dispelling any worrisome thoughts from making it to her expression.

Morgan seems to consider this a moment before she replies. "Okay. Just reading book." She stops chewing on her finger in order to point that hand upward. "Is not so cold today."

Basil steps up closer to the two of them with a lingering glance at Morgan, then a longer one directed at Yi. "Good to see you're both OK after the revel. Abraxas isn't, I was hoping you two didn't end up like him. Glad to not have'm dashed for a change."

Yi nods in agreement with the comment on the weather. "That it is not." Once Basil joins them, she gives her own long look at her tribemate. Studying, almost. "I was on guard to the south," she notes, though a confused expression fills in. "Dashed?" Her eyes turn back to Morgan, as if to ask if she understood.

"Didn't go on Revel," Morgan replies. Her hand lowers, and once again she begins chewing at the second joint in her index finger. At Yi's look, she shrugs. "Smushed." She even makes an appropriate smushy noise.

"I'm glad to not be disappointed for a change. Usually when I hope everyone makes it back from a revel ok, someone dies. Maybe I should start hoping you all off yourselves?" Basil proposes to Yi with a small smirk, then rolls his shoulders. "I've been spending a lot of time at the Caern, not patrolling as much as I should be."

Yi ahs quietly, definitions cleared and taken into account. The ahroun's dark humor is compliment with her own wry smile, though his mention of time at the caern makes her brows lift. "First I come to you to say you do not attend moot enough, and then you attend. And now you spend more time at the caern?" She steps up to Basil, a hand lifting to feel his forehead for a fever.

Morgan glances between the two of them. That vague frown is still present, but she's apparently content to stay out of the conversation at the moment and simply listen. Most of her attention is still clearly on Basil.

Basil lifts his hands up then drops them at his side with a small grin still worn on his face. "Yeah, well. You wouldn't have had to ask me to come if you'd just told me Morgan was going to be doing a special part." He glances over at the Metis, then looks at Yi again. "I was waiting for something, but nothing came. Besides, the Caern is the least borin' spot on the whole Bawn."

Finding no feverish temperatures, Yi blinks at Basil as he explains and then glances back to Morgan briefly. "Ah, yes. Good job with the Calling of the Litany," she says to the metis, a nod honoring the deed and its doer. Then back to Basil she turns. "Waiting for something?"

"Second time I do that," Morgan mumbles. Her cheeks redden faintly at the praise from Yi, and she bites down a little harder on her finger. Her other hand reaches back into her coat pocket, fishing around for the book she just put away.

"Ya obviously good at it if they keep asking you to. They don't let shitty people do important things." Basil glances over at Yi and lifts his hands with a shrug. "Yeah well, Chimera is supposed to be about knowledge and visions and stuff, isn't she?"

Yi folds her arms across her chest, head tilting in question at the ahroun. "Yes, that is one understanding of Chimera. Has the totem sent you a vision of some kind?" The question isn't in jest - as if the ragabash truly believed this were possible. "Perhaps one where we will see you as Wyrmfoe." A smile tugs at the corners of her lips. /That/ comment was in light jest.

Morgan cracks open the poor, tattered book again. Her ruse isn't terribly believable, given she ends up looking up more than down at the pages, and she doesn't bother to look for her previous spot--she simply starts reading right where she happened to open it up.

"I've had visions before." Basil murmurs back as his grin slowly falls away into neutrality. "It wouldn't be the first time. But never one from her." Basil glances up at the sky and snorts a bit. "I don't believe in revels, I already told you that. But I do believe in protecting the Bawn while those that do believe in them participate."

Yi's gaze drops to the earth, considering her response to such words. "Not every Revel finds the Wyrm at our borders," she says quietly, looking up when she has composed herself again. A glance is turned towards Morgan. "Right, galliard?" The smile returns, though this one with a fair amount of mischief in it for her impromptu quiz.

"Is sometimes Weaver," Morgan replies. "Is sometimes just humans." She scratches her chin for a moment. "Is sometimes inside Bawn too. And sometimes not find anything." She's avoids looking at either of them now, eyes pasting themselves firmly onto the book pages. "Revel very important."

"Humans that get away due to petty infighting by children who can't set aside their differences for one night to fight." Basil replies, tossing his head back towards the woods behind him. "At least if I die alone defending the Caern, it's my own fault. Anyways, I'm going to need you." He points at Yi. "To help me dig when Reggie gives the go ahead for the Guardian's new building."

Yi nods back at Morgan, so agreeing with the comments about the Revel. Basil though, draws her back to him and her brows jump up. "Building? What building?" A pause. "For the Guardians?"

Morgan's vague frown becomes significantly more defined. For a moment, it looks like she's going to let it go, but then: "You die alone defending Caern," Morgan murmurs, "Then no one there defend after you dead. Revel is defending Caern. Is important also 'cause feeds Caern. Also is fight with Garou maybe not ever fight with otherwise. Is bring closer. Is get out lots Rage Moot and Luna cause, so maybe not frenzy after."

"Yeah, yeah. A building... Sort of. You'll see. James has approved of it, but I need Reggie's permission. I already ran the math and drew up all the plans, then checked the math again." Basil snorts again when Morgan says that. "Yeah, right. Garou getting closer when they fight together. Clemency died over stupid Garou bullshit. Those humans dumping on the Bawn did too. Gaia don't need no blood to live on, Gaia needs love. Love will bring Gaia more fuel for her fires than anything we could ever kill."

"Does not a pack grow closer when they hunt together?" Yi refutes, looking between Vendetta's members. When Basil speaks of Clemency however, the ragabash's composure breaks again, twisting into an angered expression, and she turns quickly to snag Basil's jacket in her hand and pull him close.

Morgan stands up so fast, it's a wonder she doesn't faint from the headrush. She catches the book in one hand as it slides off her lap, but it's otherwise gripped tightly and forgotten. She seems oblivious to Yi right now. "Clemency-rhya," she says very, very tightly, "Die fighting Wyrm. Die fighting Black Spiral. Die defending Caern. She NOT die because stupid Garou bullshit. If not stupid Garou bullshit, maybe she still be alive, but stupid Garou bullshit not WHY she die." She pauses a moment to wrangle with her obviously reeling emotions, and then continues on furiously. "When Garou go Moot, we feed Caern, make it stronger. When we go Revel, feed Caern, make it stronger, make it /safer/. When we fight together ONLY time we maybe not fighting EACH OTHER, so that stupid Basil bullshit, 'cause you never GO."

"Packs are friends with goals, not strangers who hate each other forced together." Basil tilts his head down towards Yi when she grabs his jacket, but doesn't move to stop her. "Remember the moon." He half breathes out with a slight scowl, reaching up to flip his patch upwards to reveal a new, shiny yellow eye that's more at home on a wolf than a person. "Ask Emma. Jacinta only let 'certain people' come on her little gig, didn't consult the pack leader, bad ju-ju. Clemency was my friend as much as your's." Basi glances sidelong at Morgan. "I gave her a lot of things that she gave to you. I also told her that giving you a human name was a good idea, and that it would be meaningful coming from her." Basil looks back towards Yi then down at her hand. "She's the main reason I didn't tell anyone aside from you lot the thing that would get Mathias killed. Because she was what a Silver Fang should be. Not like Blackriver and Clean-Claws."

"The entire /sept/ is one pack. We hunt our enemies together. Clemency died /honorably/ and with /Glory/, no matter the reason behind it. I will not stand here and listen to you piss on her memory because of politics!" Yi's grip tightens on the ahroun's shirt for another second, and then she lets him go with a hard shove, turning away to stalk off a few paces. The ragabash passes Morgan, barely affording the metis a side glance. "Neither will I listen to you stand here and look down on Jacinta or the others. Pierces-the-Ice made her decisions to take those she felt would fight the best against them. Blackriver acts with only the caern's honor in mind." She continues on for another foot, headed north, before she half-turns again. "Unless you can find a way to match them with your own deeds, Basil, then all you say will be outweighed. That is Garou politics."

Morgan doesn't seem in the slightest bit, not the slightest slightest bit, eased by these revelations. In fact, they seem to upset her even further, and the poor, poor book gets fairly crushed by clenching fingers. "You. Not. Say that," she says with obvious difficulty. "Clemency-rhya not friend. Not...FRIEND. She die fighting Wyrm. She die right. She not die because Jacinta not do something. She not die because...because mistake!" Yi momentarily distracts her as she passes, and something in what the Fostern Ragabash says seems to cause her mood to dip even further, as the book gets crunched a bit more.

Basil snorts and lets his back foot jut backwards to keep himself from falling, snapping yet another twig in doing so. "I ain't pissin' on her memory. I'd never piss on the memory of someone that cried on my shoulder." Basil reaches into one of his pockets on his jacket with two fingers, but stops with another snort. "I'm not here to gain honor, brag and abandon my Tribemates. I'm here to fight, and I'm here to win for the Caern an for Rat, an to make sure all the ones I love live another day." Basil turns to look at Morgan, then dips his head to look at her book. "Stop destroying that helpless lil' book, it didn't do anything to you." The Gnawer looks at Bug with a touch of sympathy, but moreso frustration and runs a hand through his hair. "I'll never understand why I fight the most with the people I love."

Yi opens her mouth again, but promptly shuts it into a tight, thin line. A hard stare is directed at Basil, and then she simply shakes her head and turns back to leave. With her back turned, she speaks once more. "Sean is at the farmhouse," is all she states, shifting through forms to end in the lupus. There's no good bye, as the fostern simply takes off at a quick, ground eating canter away from the pair.

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