How Hard It Is

7/31/2007

02:08 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (87% full).
It is currently 14:03 Pacific Time on Tue Jul 31 2007.
Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 75 degrees Fahrenheit (23 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the northeast at 10 mph, with gusts up to 21 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.13 and steady, and the relative humidity is 38 percent. The dewpoint is 48 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius.)

Porch
A lathe-turned wooden railing runs the length of the porch save where the steps are, well-worn with use. To the right of the stairs, a wide swing is suspended from the overhang which shelters this area; to the left, a small table is the centerpiece for several chairs pulled around it, all of which face out to the front yard and the fields and trees beyond. The entire area holds an atmosphere of peace and comfort during these summer days, lending itself well to evening reading, small talk, or just watching the stars. Low shrubs snuggle up to the porch held back by the railing, their flowers filling the air with the sweet scent of greenery.
An aging screen door newly refurbished stands between the heavy inner door of the house and the outside air. Four steps lead down to the lane, a number of pots with small flower seedling carefully arranged alongside them.
Contents:
Basil
Obvious exits:
Front Door  Lane  

Sitting upon the wide swing on the porch, Yi has her left leg curled up beneath her, her right leg dangling with its toes lightly pushing her back and forth, and a book cracked open in her lap. Lips moving slightly as she reads, the ragabash runs her fingers over each word and pauses frequently. No patrols yet today, it seems.

Basil steps out from the front door, running a hand through his ruby red hair with a sigh. "Oh well. At least I've got... Chicken." On that note, the boy lifts a fried chicken leg up to his mouth and takes a big greasy bite. Crunching and chewing away, the Gnawer swallows and remarks. "Mmmm... Warm dead bird."

Yi glances up as the front door swings open, looking over at the ahroun. "Hello Basil," she greets him, sticking a small twig in the spot she'd stopped before flipping _Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH_ closed. Her head tilts slightly to a side, her gaze eyeing the door behind him. "There was chicken?"

"Was. I fry some every so often." Basil replies, looking sidelong at the Ragabash. He walks over and offers her the drumstick, which is still hot and has half it's remaining meat. "Fresh out of the fry. Have some, it's not like I'm starving or anything. What're you reading there?" He asks, glancing at her book.

Yi holds up the book in question. "I finished Charlotte's Web some time ago," she replies, "but this one has rats. I thought I would read it after." The offered drumstick is gladly taken, along with a bite. The CantoGnawer nods her head appreciatively. "You received my message, last night?"

"Yeah. I was in the city to check on my Kin and see how the pups were coming. She's really starting to show and all. Won't be long before we've got to keep a constant eye on her so we know what night my pups are born on." Basil sits down beside Yi and pulls his hands behind his head for support, kicking his legs to set them swinging along.

"How is she?" Yi asks, adjusting her leg so that her own foot doesn't impede the swing. "I called using this one Walker cub's phone. Michael," she explains, "or Mick as he says others call him."

"She's fine. Getting fat." Basil tells Yi, grinning just a little bit. "I swear I think I might have felt one of the pups kick or something. Mick, huh? He's the one that thinks I'm hot."

Yi, to her credit, doesn't drop the fried chicken drum in her hand. She does however, pause quite significantly and remembers to swallow before eyeing the ahroun. "What?" she inquires again, blinking at him.

"He thinks I look cute. That's all. I'm not interested in any more law breaking escapades so it doesn't really matter." Basil yawns and fans his mouth, turning his head to look at Yi. "Now, what did you want? I had to wok a long way to meet you."

The screen door creeks, as it is pushed open from the inside and Vera steps into view. "Good afternoon," she greets pleasantly enough, Russian accent colouring her words as always.

Yi is about to answer Basil. "I meant to speak to you about your pack idea," she begins, but pauses again to look towards the screen door when it opens again. The fostern dips her head to the Sept Alpha. "Afternoon, Sept Alpha," returns Yi. The book in her hand is slipped to her side, and she glances towards the adren's general belly area. "How are you feeling?"

Basil looks up at Vera, waving briefly at her. The Gnawer nudges Yi in the side and tells her. "Start talking then. I have ways of making you talk, but I'm too lazy to actually use them. So I'll just elbow you in the ribs until you start talking instead."

Vera smiles easily. "I'm well. Thankyou for asking." The Adren sits down on the porch steps, eyes turned towards the end of the driveway.

Flinching to a side with the nudge and eyeing Basil again, Yi waves the drumstick mock-threateningly at him. "In a moment, you crazy ahroun, I just wanted to know how far you have progressed on that front," she replies at first before turning to look towards the adren just sitting there on the steps. The fostern's head tilts. "Expecting someone?" she queries after Vera.

"About as far as a fart in an elevator. What do you think?" Basil sticks his tongue out at his Tribemate. "It's hard to find another person that's willing to, y'know. Go with me. Most want to start their own packs, or pack with the cubs they grew up with or blah blah blah."

Vera hmms, briefly looking up at the Gnawers. "My husband is bringing someone here from the airport. They should be here shortly."

"I understand," Yi says with a nod to Basil. "But it doesn't mean you should give up just yet. And I was talking to Mick earlier yesterday, about the sewers in the city. Maybe there is some potential ideas you both could explore." She does sigh softly after mentioning that, looking back towards the driveway and Vera. Her brows arch. "Husband...?"

"I ain't messing with no sewers and I don't want either of those cubs in my pack. Besides, that means *waiting* for them. And I hate waiting." Basil tells Yi, digging around in one of his pockets until he comes up with a stick of gum. The Gnawer promptly pops it into his mouth, and blows a bubble soon after.

"Ja," Vera replies, an amused smirk on her features. "I have had a husband for some time now."

Yi blows out a wry snort, chewing on the end of the cartilage of the chicken drum. "I would not have expected less, Vera-rhya," she replies to the Shadow Lord. "Only I have never seen him. The mate of our esteemed Sept Alpha, is someone who should be respected as much as she." The Gnawer ragabash glances back to Basil then, giving him a small shrug. "This pack you want to form then, sounds like a pack on a one-mission deal."

A low humming in the distance announces the presence of an approaching automobile. As the humming grows louder it becomes obvious that the vehicle is approaching the farmhouse, not merely driving by. Eventually the vehicle enters the driveway and comes to a halt, engine idling as it shifts into park. The passenger side door opens with a creak and a familiar face emerges from inside.

"No, that's dumb. I just don't have any other missions yet other than the general 'Right wrongs, vanquish evil, run over jay walkers' thing. There are a lot of things a Roach pack or any other type of pack I may form can do. Imagine all the information or such a pack looking for info could root out. It's almost exciting, that many secrets." Basil grins at the Gnawer beside him on the swing. "Admit it. You're intrigued."

Yi sighs softly, gnawing on the chicken bone to stall on her answer. The car approaching also helps, and she looks thataway. Rather than looking at the passenger coming out, though, she squints towards the driver side.

The man in the driver's side is slavic in origin, roughly Vera's age, and has black hair. Anything else is impossible to tell. Vera waves to the man and he waves back with a smile, then says something to the departing passenger before driving away. Vera stands, offering a welcoming hand to the new arrival. "Welcome back."

Basil glances off towards the truck and his eye lingers on Saul, but it soon turns back to Yi. "You know I'm not really going to be pissed if you say no, but you obviously brought me out here to give me an answer or something."

The harsh light from the porch fills Saul's face, illuminating a slightly hardened set of features. He seems to have gained a few inches over the last several months, as well as a few pounds. He raises a hand in response to the Alpha and begins walking towards the porch.

Saul pages to the room: I'll have a slightly modified desc updated shortly, he's carrying a plain green cloth backpack over his left shoulder for the record.

Yi looks back at Basil from peering in Saul's direction, plucking the bone from her mouth. "My answer for now Basil, is no. I won't bother you with my 'excuses' as you have heard them already. But I follow that with, as I offered before, my help if you need it. Every good ahroun needs a good ragabash, you know?" And speaking of ahrouns, she turns her gaze again towards the incoming Saul.

Vera smiles easily, as Saul draws closer to the porch. "I hope that your flight went well. There have been many changes since you were here last. Including two other cubs."

"Boring. I need a pack not a temp, they have agencies for temps." Basil looks back out over the porch rail at the far end, kicking his feet to propel them along with another yawn. "Whatever your reasons I don't really care anyways, since it's not like they matter as to what I'm gonna do. Only your actions matter to me."

If the cub is surprised by the abrupt greeting he shows no sign of it. He gives a brief nod of acknowledgement to the Cliath and Fostern as he steps up to the porch then bows slightly to Vera. "The flight was fine. And it's good to hear there's fresh blood in the Sept."

Yi drops both her legs down to stop the swing, standing and frowning thinly at her tribemate. Though her lips part as if she were going to say something more, the words don't come immediately. Instead the fostern grabs her book from the swing, turns and heads down the porch away from the farmhouse. She steps around Vera, sparing but a glance at the freshly arrived cub before stalking off.

Vera watches the other Ragabash leave with a raised eyebrow, then ushers Saul into the farmhouse.

"Can't take a joke, can you?" Basil asks Yi as she leaves, standing up himself. "Welp, if you're leaving I sure as hell haven't got a reason to stay." Basil jumps over the railing and starts to walk off, heading over towards his motorbike.

Saul glances only momentarily at the exiting Garou before following Vera inside.

Yi stops as she's a few steps from the porch, turning to eye Basil. "The Guardians," she replies, "need Guardians. Not a temp. Unfortunately they don't have agencies for that. Maybe words don't matter as much to you, but every word comes with its own actions. And those actions, they matter. To me." She breathes out sharply, and turns again to head towards the woods.

"Whatever. I *was* a Guardian, I pulled a couple months, I *built* the house you live in from the ground up by *hand*, so you ain't gotta preach to me. But I ain't happy to not have a pack, and always be on my own or having to scrape up help every time something's gotta be done. I kind of think it's shit that the city's gonna suffer 'cause the Indians had a hissy fit or whatever, but hey, that's me."

Yi turns back around, frustration wrapping her tone. "Then at least you know how hard it is. The /Wendigo/ have returned and they gave their apologies for leaving. I do not place blame on /them/ for the city's suffering, and neither should you."

"Then why don't /they/ do it again since they love the friggin' woods and hate the city. There are at least pack's worth of them with that attitude and the only reason they aren't Guardians is to spite whitey." Basil shakes his head and starts to walk over towards his bike. "Whatever, doesn't matter, nothing is going to change."

Her hand clenching her book tighter, Yi bites back an initial retort. "It's that kind of reply that makes me wonder why they /wouldn't/ do so." Turning around finally, the ragabash shakes her head and continues on.

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