Confronting Jacob

7/2/2007

11:01 AM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (85% full).
It is currently 10:58 Pacific Time on Mon Jul 2 2007.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly sunny today. The temperature is 64 degrees Fahrenheit (17 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the east at 8 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.11 and steady, and the relative humidity is 57 percent. The dewpoint is 49 degrees Fahrenheit (9 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:
Jacob
Obvious exits:
Southwest  Highway 22  Overgrown Path  Sunrise Road  Farmhouse  Caern of the Hidden Walk  Creek  Central Bawn  Southern Bawn  Northern Bawn  

On her way to the Farmhouse for a now almost weekly ritual of checking the refridgerator door for post-its, Yi travels through the forest on a smallish animal trail that eventually leads towards Sunrise Road. She doesn't follow it all the way, but instead breaks off at a point when the directions of either landmark diverge, taking instead the route towards the farmhouse's large barnyard.

Jacob is on the same trail this afternoon. He's got a sandwich in hand and a plastic bottle of water with him as he moves through the area. There's an intent look to his features, and the faint scent of marijuana clings to him as well. Just as he looks up from his lunch, he spots the other on the trail and slows down a pace.

[look Jacob (homid)]
A man of slightly above average height, Jacob stands at six feet tall and is built in a rather non-descript way. There's an obvious level of fitness about him that suggests he is no sluggard, but there is also no show of obnoxious bicep, pec or shoulders. Dark brown hair, worn just long enough to shag across his brow and curl around his ears frames a face that is both youthful and aged. It's hard to discern his age by looks alone, and depending on his mood he can quickly gain or shed a few years in appearance.
Green-grey eyes look at the world with a guarded clarity and apprehension; the kind of calculating look that makes one wonder if he can see beyond them, or through them. He often walks with his hands loosely in his pockets and his shoulders slumped, giving him a rather lackadaisical nature to his gait. Everyday clothes are his typical wardrobe; jeans, tee's and gymshoes.

Yi, by coincidence, also spots Jacob the same time the galliard spots her. Blinking past the foliage to study him from afar, the ragabash eventually breaks away from her trail divergence to intercept. When she gets close enough, the Gnawer gives him a quick wave of hello.

Jacob gives the other a faint nod. "Hey." The moon wears heavy on this one, but his focus is sharp on the other. "I'm sure you've heard already, but you know the details on the Dancers right?"

Yi looks the galliard up and down with a onceover kind of glance. "That is funny, that you mention Those as the first thing to speak of," observes the no-moon. "But no. I have not heard in detail much of what has been going on, only that there is an alert." To show this, she straightens up even further, by all attempts trying to appear taller next to the much taller young man before her.

Jacob groans at this, and at the onceover, narrows his brows to study her. "I mention it first, because it's the most important thing on the table right now. The night of the Great Hunt, the rite failed- but we got our claws wet anyway. A pack of spirals were in wait for us, no doubt to pounce upon those left behind from the Hunt. We killed them, and I trailed after the scent that night. It was a definite and precalculated path, that veers off into wandering only far north of the bawn. The way that trail moves? It suggests they knew exactly where to go to find our most defenseless, and when. I've been trying to spread that word around but lately it feels like I am the only damn Galliard in the sept." He pauses to take a calming breath, "And for that matter, I've been looking for a theurge to go sniff out Basil. The guy don't act right and he sure had a whole lot of ideas about how they should or shouldn't set their attacks."

Yi listens carefully, but it's clear that she looks more and more displeased with each piece of news dropped in the pond. "He is ahroun. The warriors know tactics, and the Enemy's." A beat skips. "You insult me, Jacob Stills-the-Dance. Basil is my brother. My tribemate. I trained him. And you /dare/ suggest to me that he has gone to the Wyrm?"

Jacob is taken back by this, the lines in his forehead creasing more. "Listen, I don't claim to know him personally. I only know that what I saw and heard didn't sit right with me." Muscles twitch and tense as he stands there facing the Gnawer. "Just better safe than sorry, alright? Trust me on that one."

The tension level cranks up another half a notch. Yi's eyes gain a dangerous glint as she takes a step forward towards the galliard. "/I/ know my brother. He is not the shining, pure bred example of what a Garou should be. He is not the strongest, most fierce of fighters. And I know that he is NOT... of the Wyrm!" Punctuating the end of her sentence thickly, Yi goes to far as to shift to Glabro. The added height brings her face to face with the galliard, the added muscle fleshing out her otherwise smallish build.

The hairs at the back of his neck stand up now as Jacob's hackles raise. His mouth clenches tight as he holds the gaze of the other. "Yeah? You know without doubt he isn't huh? I know how that goes, I was certain too." The shirt he wears comes up now, exposing that crinos-sized claw lines of a vicious scar. "So certain, I didn't even see it coming when it hit me. You know who gave me that? My fucking alpha. The woman who trained /me/ up from cubhood. So don't go telling me I've hurt your feelings with suggesting he get checked out. Once bitten, twice shy Yi-rhya. I'm sorry it sucks, but /I/ want a clear conscious."

Yi's nose ridge wrinkles as she grimaces in a most unpleasant manner. The revelation of the scars yank her gaze down to stare at the old evidence of wounds. And for the longest time, she doesn't say a word. When her eyes lift, they are less angry and more just hardened. "I will not say there is never doubt. But I will also say I have faith. Faith that my family is not as weak as that." She turns away to revert back to breed form, finishing the shift and running a hand through her hair with a sigh. "You said you followed them north."

The Galliard seems content to drop that conversation where it is, and move back to the other one. "Three days north is where I lost the trail. Lefty, Aja and I were going to go after it again, but I've been spread thin trying to get these other ends tied up. I can show you what route they travelled if you want." Jaws still tight, he looks past the bawn for a moment before returning his attention on the Gnawer.

Yi also looks in the same direction, nostrils flaring with a snort. "The Hidden Walk is an exposed target," she grudgingly utters. "Our enemies lie all around us. Our only comfort is that hopefully, they do not lie within us either." The ragabash scratches a spot at the back of her neck, thinking aloud. "And you found where they are hidden? Did it have anything to do with that bat spirit I was told of?"

"I didn't find a hive, no. Once I lost the trail it was scattered and meandering. Like they weren't travelling a path so much as they were wandering. I couldn't pick it up after that. But it was well north." Jacob lets out a frustrated sigh, "I don't know if it's the same source that's harassing that bat spirit, but I'd heard just recently that this caern fell to them before, and that it -was- because of an insider turning. People don't seem to want to take it seriously when I tell them we have to be more alert; especially when it comes to cubs, metis and any Garou that's been .. through some shit and feeling disenchanted."

Yi turns her gaze away and down, head bowing with a tinge of sadness. That sadness soon turns to a low, simmering anger once more. "If you only just heard that news, then someone is not doing their job." The Gnawer fostern moves off a ways, her hand at her side clenched to a fist. "They used one of the lost cubs as bait, I was told. Slit his throat. One of us lead them to the bawn, and they attacked from all sides. It was all we could do to run to the city, but then they were there too. One of the kin had been turned. We didn't know. And they almost caught our Sept Alpha that way, off guard, in the city. I can still remember the smell as I lit that fire in her house to make sure the Veil was kept."

"You were around then." Jacob listens to the story in a way that only a Galliard could; as if each detail were being momentarily relived. Then again, perhaps in some odd way, that is exactly what is happening for the Gaian. "Then you understand where I'm coming from in a way. I wish I weren't as paranoid as I am, but I can't live through that kind of regret again. Whatever you need me to do, to help safeguard this place now? Ask. It will be done."

Yi turns around after a silent minute. "Of course they would come when the sept is weak with infighting," she notes, tone thick with restraint. "The Spiral Dancers you fought during the Great Hunt. Tell me about them. How many were there? Did they use fetishes? How did they attack? Was it organized? Did they use silver? Guns? Or just claws and teeth?"

Jacob takes a breath, and for a moment looks very distracted. When he answers, there is shame in his voice. "Four or five, I think. It seemed organize. There was a pup that was there, and we trailed it back to see if we could find the others, which we did. One had a gun, with silver. Vera knows first hand about that one. I was hoping to find one of the Uktena that were there, and talk more about what happened during the clean up."

"How many others?" Yi whispers, her demeanor having gone very quiet at the galliard's recount. "They just walked in to where the rite was held?"

Jacob shakes his head, now focusing more intently to try and recall it with better detail. "No, five, altogether. Four in the group, and the fifth was the one with the gun- out of immediate sight. And, they arrived- no, it. It was one, the lone pup looking creature. It slinked in to where we stood waiting on the rite. We saw it's shadow, then it came closer. It's fur was a a mass of moss and worms, and it's tail turned into a snapping serpent as it ran from us. When it got to the pack, it... sort of erupted and shattered into the ground. Or it looked like it did. So.. maybe six in total. But that pup cut straight into the heart of the bawn."

[And after informing, Yi quickly went to check the bawn's borders...]

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