Meeting Icetrap

1/4/2009

01:36 AM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

[TIMEWARP: Because of this log, this log is a bit fluid in timespace.]
Currently the moon is in the waxing Half Moon phase (52% full).
It is currently 01:34 Pacific Time on Sun Jan 4 2009.
Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 34 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.82 and rising, and the relative humidity is 82 percent. The dewpoint is 29 degrees Fahrenheit (-1 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:
Jude
Icetrap
Obvious exits:
Narrow Path  Southwest  Highway 22  Overgrown Path  Sunrise Road  Farmhouse  Caern of the Hidden Walk  Creek  Central Bawn  Southern Bawn  Northern Bawn

[look Icetrap (homid)]
There's a deer-like air to this young teen, as if he's ready at any moment to leap away- or, if cornered, to fight with the viciousness of a wild animal. His face is too thin, making his brown eyes look large, and his tangle of dark brown hair needs a wash and a cut. He's around five foot five with little flesh under his clothes, and he could be fourteen, although his pinched face and tumble of hair give him a more youthful air. His clothes are enveloping and baggy with layers of sweaters, a bomber jacket and several woolen scarves. Grey combat pants hang shapelessly around his legs above a pair of scuffed boots. He smells quite strongly- of stale sweat, pine and woodsmoke, and the metallic tang of blood.

"The Sept of the Slaughtered Bull," the boy replies, taking the offered hand after a moment's hesitation. The grip starts a little weak, then grows firmer with a slight start, as if he were reminded that that is what was generally considered appropriate. His palm is rough and crossed with lines of scar tissue, the back of his hand also marked with curves and straight lines in the thin skin.

"Ahhh, Oklahoma." There is a slight pause before she adds, "Where the wind comes sweeping down the plain." A smile comes to her lips, but she settles her hands onto her hips. "What in the /world/ brings you all the way out here? And in the middle of winter, no less."

The boy stands up stiffly, thrusting his hand back into his coat pocket. "The Jarl s-said there m-might be a place for me here." There's a moment's pause as he takes a breath. "I never met a W-wendigo before. Only Get."

In the middle of that winter comes an answer to the howl for one to sniff the Wyrm, as the yipping howl of Runs-the-Gauntlet changes to that of footsteps crunching on leaf and dirt and twig. By the time the Gnawer fostern gets there, she's in her homid form though. And, she's using a lighter to find her way. When she spots the others, the metal top clinks back lightly into place and the ragabash asks, "Hello. What's all this, now?"

"Well, the Jarl was likely right," Jude says, although her tone sounds considering. "I'm honored to be the first, and I doubt I'll be the least. There are a few of my tribemates around this sept. Many of them serving a turn as Guardians just now." Her head turns at the familiar yips, and her smile widens at Yi's voice. "Yi-rhya, this is the new Get in town. He's given chimmy and everything, but needs to be sniffed before he can run around on the bawn. You still able to give me a hand here?"

The Get's large brown eyes glance over the Gnawer, widening slightly when Jude gives her the appelation 'rhya'. He nods shortly. "Y-rhya, ma'am."

Yi looks upon the Get (as he's described) with an evaluating air. "I am Yi Runs-the-Gauntlet, fostern ragabash of the Bone Gnawers, and recently Guardian of the Hidden Walk with the Stronghold pack under Bear," she introduces with a mild nod. There's an air of expectation in reciprocation, complete with verbal eliciting. "Who are you and what are you doing on 'my' bawn?" The possessive wavers in tone between jest and seriousness. Additionally, the Gnawer fingers at a long curving, carved animal tooth hung by a thong about her neck idly.

Long distance to Icetrap: Yi is activating a Fang of the Wyrm fetish upon you/general area, effectively a sensor for Wyrm taint.

Jude looks somewhat amused at the possessive, but doesn't say anything to contradict. Instead, she offers up, "As you can see, we Guardians learn to take our jobs /seriously/."

Icetrap looks momentarily taken aback at Yi's Tribe, but says nothing to it. "Guardians sh-should /start/ b-by taking their jobs seriously," he replies after Jude has spoken, both solemnly and with a faint surprise that they would have to learn /after/ starting. He squares his shoulders and stares at Yi's left ear. "Norman Holds-Back-the-Ice. Cliath Godi of the Get of Fenris. Pleased to m-meet you, Yi-rhya, ma'am."

Yi listens with interest to the introduction, but also looks to be intensely gazing at the Get in as much of an unnerving manner as possible throughout it, like a drill sergeant to a new recruit. She doesn't say anything just yet, but continues to watch and wait as if expecting more. A brow arches as she checks, flicking her gaze down to the tip of the fang slung around her neck and then back to the boy.

"It was a joke, Norm. Ya know, a little levity to lighten the mood?" Jude sighs lightly, a hand moving over to seek out Yi's shoulder to rest on. She doesn't further prompt the Get, and while her face is turned toward Yi, her head is tilted as if positioned to hear him better.

"S-sept security is not a joking m-matter," the Get notes, firmly aside from the faint stutter. He turns his head towards Jude. "M-may I have permission to enter the Bawn, Calls-Her Brothers To The Fight?"

Yi glances to her shoulder under Jude's touch, and turns back to the Get. "Who said I was joking?" The Gnawer's gaze is quick to pin on the theurge much more firmly this time, accompanied with a subtle shift of her weight and stance in a preparation. "You may be clean of the Corrupter's touch, young one, but that doesn't clear you for anything - chiminage or no. I asked what you were doing here, and I want an answer."

Jude lets out another sigh, possibly at the both of them, and her smile fades to be replaced with a more neutral expression. She nods once when Yi pronounces him clean. "See... we don't know you, right? And since sept security isn't a joke, we just want to know what your purpose is here today. Just poking around? Getting familiar?"

The whites of the Get's eyes show for a moment and he stiffens further at Yi's demand. Jude's gentler response only seems to confuse him. He gulps, voice taking on a parade-ground manner. "The Jarl sent me here, Yi-rhya ma'am, from the Sept of the Slaughtered Bull. He said he thought there would be a p-place for me here."

"I know no Jarl of the Slaughtered Bull," Yi barks back with a snappish response. "Who is he to know what place we have for you? How do we know you're telling the truth? Did I mention you stutter? How does a boy like you with a stutter like that even make it on to Fenris' list?" She sounds tough and Bad Cop now.

"Yi..." Jude sounds shocked at the other's words, an her head turns toward the Get, sympathy in her expression and posture. "He doesn't have a reason to lie. And he is /not/ under the touch of Horned Serpent. He's given chiminage to the Hidden Walk. Not to /mention/, a stutter doesn't mean he can't be a good Angalkuq. Right, Norm?"

Icetrap meets Yi's eyes now, a faint snarl on his pinched face. "I can fight my own battles," he growls. "Do you question Great Fenrir's choice?" he asks of Yi, anger starting to bubble beneath the surface. "Would you /dare/ travel with me to his homeland and question him to his face?"

Yi sniffs as their eyes meet. "I'm questioning /you/ right now, Get Godi. Don't try to scare me with Fenrir. My pack alpha was Fenrir's son, Godi just like you, Jarl to the Get of the Hidden Walk, Warder for /years/. I made friends with those of the Get blood time and again. I have fought alongside and with plenty of your sort and I would dare to show you my scars to prove it, had I the need!" Her demeanor turns dominant and she takes a step forth. "So, if you think you have what it takes to join us here, Holds-Back-the-Ice, then come on in. The line you cross tonight will be the first step to your glorious destiny." Despite facing him down, Yi gains a bit of a smile to her features as she responds.

Eyebrows raise above her blindfold, but this time Jude has nothing to add, letting Yi's words and movement stand on their own. She only stands back a few paces from them, arms folded, listening.

The young Godi remains silent as he sorts through the Gnawers words and weighs them up. He holds her gaze for most of that time, though it is a visible struggle for him to do so. His eyes drop a little down and to one side, and then, with a defiant air that is almost comical, he takes a step forward beyond the Bawn's delimiting markings.

And Yi does no action to stop him from doing so. "There. That wasn't so hard now, was it?" she asks once he's taken the step. "And now that your business is over, I should get mine over with as well," she notes aloud. "Jude? I've something that I hope I could ask you to take back to Jacinta for me."

Jude does smile then, turning toward the Gnawer's voice, "Yi, sometimes I wonder just how twisted you are underneath it all." There is a moment when she turns to face toward the bawn, addressing the Get, "Welcome to the Hidden Walk, I hope you're prepared for diversity." There is something wry in her tone, but she turns back toward Yi, more serious this time. "Of course, Yi."

"Don't patronize me, Yi-rhya," Icetrap growls into his scarves.

Yi unloops the Fang of the Wyrm fetish that's strapped around her neck, and into the Wendigo's hand she delivers the object. Presses it there, even. "This needs to be returned to the Warder. And tell her it was an honor to carry it as a Guardian. I hope she will find the next one as worthy as I was honored to be its wielder." Icetrap's growl gets him a glance, and she shakes her head slightly. "It was not personal, Norman. Only business."

Jude's fingers curl around the fetish, gripping onto it. "I will get it to her right away. And don't worry, she'll get the message, too." She tilts her head a little before she adds, "There is something I'd like to ask you for, Yi, if you can find some time for the two of us to have a chat sometime soon." She moves to hang the Fang around her own neck, "When I don't have things to deliver to the Warder. Don't stay away too long, Yi!" She smiles, then shifts down into lupus, moving back toward the bawn. There is a quick, friendly bark for Icetrap, but then she's off to find the Warder.

Icetrap drops his head, keeping his thoughts to himself. "If that is all, Yi-rhya, I w-will look around."

Yi nods to them both in turn. "I will return soon, Jude. Until then, Gaia grant you both good hunting." She lingers a gaze on Icetrap for a little longer, but also keeping her thoughts to herself turns to go her own separate way.

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