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jeremiah_garou) wrote2013-04-01 11:57 am
jeremiah_garou) wrote2013-04-01 11:57 am
Just another normal day.
1 April, 2013
The moon is in the waning Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (62% full).
Lefty and Tim are sitting at the kitchen table, drinking beer. A bowl of Spaghettios is left uneaten near the Gnawer, while she concentrates on her beer. She offers a nod to Tim in answer to something he's said. "I'll do some checking, so I'm as informed as I can be before sending her in. I think, though, this is a good idea."
"Also, you can send someone with her. Someone of higher Rank, even, but she has to be making all the decisions, and if they advise her to pull out, well, she has to not fuck that up." Tim tilts his head, considering his cigarette. "Feels like I've heard a story like that before." He shrugs. "Anyways."
Lefty nods yet again. "That's what I was thinking. Make her Skipper, but she can take a pack if she wants. Sending her in completely alone… well, on the one hand it has its advantages. but on most other hands, not." Her eyes settle on the Strider again, her perpetual grin fading a bit. "Yeah, anyways," she echoes, and then falls silent. It's a few moments before she speaks again. "I'm not sure what I'd want to learn."
There's the thumping of wood on the stairs followed by the shuffling of feet that marks Maddie's descent from above, but this time it's accompanied by the heavy footfalls of a large man in boots who will prove to be Jeremiah. "Maddie thanks him again for his help. She can do the work, but it goes much faster when she has help, and she enjoys it more as well. Plus, she thinks the pigeons will appreciate it being more than just her making their homes."
Tim twirls his cigarette back and forth, then sets it in the ashtray, as it's almost out. "Well, I know a few useful rituals. Passage, for all those cubs you have to deal with as Elder." He bobs his eyebrows in amusement. "The dreaming one—you're in a Sphinx Pack, right? Dreams are just a riddle we tell ourselves when we're not awake. The pain deferring ritual, which is ah, a little—well, a lot, dangerous…" His voice trails off as Maddie and Jeremiah appear, and he raises a beer to them in greeting. His expression changes, though, when he seems to recognize the other man, and he gives Lefty a sideways glance of, 'what?'.
The man who follows behind Maddie takes it easy and slow, but nonetheless moves with the implication of being a coiled mass of Rage, even at this moon. And he doesn't speak in return, just nods, and his gaze flicks from Lefty to Tim, to Lefty to Maddie, back to Tim again, teeth tugging nervously at his lower lip. And when he does speak to introduce himself, it's horridly squeaky and whiny. "Lives-On, called Bullfrog. Cliath ahroun, Gnawer."
Lefty blinks, perking up a bit. "Passage? Hmm." The sound of the others arriving distracts her, and she turns to greet them with a flashed grin. "Hey guys." She lets them do their introductions before commenting further.
"He speaks of rites, then? Maddie wonders if it is something that she might be able to help with, or if Lefty has already helped?" Cocking her head to the side slightly, the woman gives Tim a curious look, then. "She wonders if he has found enough people to hold with the Three? Maddie would fit poorly under most war totems in a permanent pack," Rat, presumably, being an exception, "but she hopes he will be able to."
Tim arches an eyebrow at Jeremiah, his expression as dry as his home Sept's surroundings. "Uh huh." He has a drink of his beer, gives Jeremiah a once-over, then shrugs an unvoiced 'I think you know who I am' greeting. Maddie, on the other hand, gets a friendly nod. "I was just offering to teach Lefty something, since I owe her. And we should be okay, but if not, it's not a problem. I'm not much of a war totem person myself—just a couple of minor exceptions." To the other Ragabash, he asides, "Some of the simpler ones, too—questing stone, the one for breaking with your past, the one for hoping you don't get lost in the Umbra."
Jeremiah nods to Tim and manages a hint of a smile. Then, the ahroun just listens, but doesn't seem to have much more to offer. Instead, he moves to take a seat somewhere on the floor, leaning back against the counter.
Lefty points at Maddie after the introductions are over. "She might be the better one to learn Passage. Unless you already know it, Mads?" The Gnawer ragabash shrugs. "Otherwise, yeah. That one would be handy. Either way, I'll teach you what you were asking about before."
Maddie replies, "Maddie knows it—she learned it from Jacob, so that she could perform it for Kitty." She gestures toward Tim with her walking stick. "She thinks he is correct, though, that it is always a good rite for the tribal elder to know. Maddie will try not to be off in the Umbra when Lefty needs her to perform it, if she decides to learn something else, instead."
Tim nods at Maddie in agreement. "And hey, since I've got three Gnawers here—I happen to know a ritual of yours, and I'm bound to teach it to any of you without any compensation, if you need to know it." He explicitly includes Jeremiah in that with a glance. "So if you don't know the Cardboard Palace, or if one of your Tribe is lacking, feel free to send them my way."
Lefty slaps her forehead. "Duh, of course. Right," she say, shaking her head at her bad memory. Her gesture to Tim lets him know she already knows Cardboard Palace, in case that isn't obvious. Her beer is tipped back and her sip swallowed before she answers vocally. "Ok. I'll learn Passage then."
Jeremiah's brows furrow a moment and he glances at Tim, almost questioning, but then says, that same squeaky Jackal-voice. "I'd like to, if'n that's okay." He takes a breath and then seems to think of something else, addressing the Strider still. "D'you know who speaks for your Tribe as elder, right now, Golden-rhya?"
Maddie's brows raise at Tim's offer, a touch surprised. "The children of Owl do go far from den or home, but Maddie has heard that few have learned the Cardboard Palace, despite its utility. She is glad to see firsthand that it is not all." To Jeremiah, she adds, "She thinks it will serve him well."
"Sounds good," Tim tells Lefty. "If you have a cub to Rite soon, that's the best way to learn, but if not, it's not a huge problem. And you can Rite another Tribe's cubs with their blessing and some preparation." He grins at Maddie. "That's because it belongs to your Tribe. I only learned it because the fine lady who taught me loved the idea of one of Owl's spreading a ritual of Rat's around." Then his gaze settles on Jeremiah. "Well. Soon as I'm done teaching Lefty I'll look you up. And since there's all of three of us in town that I know of, we don't have an Elder. It's just three of us, in town."
Lefty nods to Tim, but her thoughts seem suddenly far form the current topic. Nonetheless, something Tim says makes her smile. "Kaz?" she guesses.
Jeremiah smiles slightly at Lefty's mention of the other Gnawer, and then he nods to Tim. "'kay, thanks," he says, the squeaking no less awful when he's quiet, but he speaks quietly nonetheless, explaining, "I need to get permission from th' Tribal Elders t' stay here as anruth 's what Salem-rhya said, 's why I asked."
Maddie looks between Tim and Jeremiah, leaning on the table leg she uses as a walking stick, obviously interested in Tim's reply, but remaining silent until he's had a chance to speak, given the importance of the topic.
"Actually no—though I'm sure Sally and Kaz would get along fabulously. Sings-for-Supper, down at the Hollywood Bowl. Probably an Athro by now, if she's still around." Despite the morbid nature of such speculation, his demeanor is more hopeful for 'Sally' than not. He snorts at Jeremiah's explanation. "The irony of asking a Strider for permission to stay somewhere is enough to run a dry cleaning outfit for a century." He lets that hang in the air a moment, then goes on. "I don't have an intention of claiming Eldership, but as the one of us whose Pack was effected by what went down, sure. You can stay." He pauses, and adds, "And of course if you have a small Gift or Rite to teach me—I'd love the Fire mastery one, for example—that'd be nice too." It's definitely not a polite suggestion. He drains his bottle of Sammy and sets it aside.
Lefty's chin lifts. "I wouldn't mind learning that, myself," she interjects.
Jeremiah nods briefly, glancing to Lefty and back to Tim, "I'd be glad to," he says, and nods to Lefty as well. And then the ahroun seems to decide to go back to silence. Blessed, blessed silence.
Maddie doesn't bother to conceal her relief that Tim proved to be amenable to the Ahroun staying, though it's more the difference between hoping for an outcome and actually getting it as opposed to any strong expectation that he'd refuse. "Maddie wonders how many tribes have agreed, now?" she asks the Ahroun.
Jeremiah glances at Maddie, and his hand forms into the signed number for three. Which is followed by more words. "I haven't gotten t' meet with others, yet," he says. "An' didn' want t' impose all before the things w' the Caern. People're busy."
Lefty is curious, too, and she turns to see what Jeremiah has to say in answer to the question. When it's given, she turns back to the Strider and asks, "When did you want to start?"
Maddie bobs her head. "Ten to go, then, ten to go. If he would like talens to offer to any of them, he should let Maddie know."
The cliath smiles again, slightly, and the sign he makes in response to Maddie's words is easily recognisable, although careful. Thank you.
Tim watches Jeremiah and Maddie converse, and says to Lefty, "As soon as you like. The Caern's a good spot, or we can use the Oak Grove—I like to do some Feed the Earth to kick things off."
Lefty nods to Tim. Her Spaghettios are a lost cause right now, but she nonetheless gets up and brings them to the fridge to put away. "Sounds like a plan. I should do a little more exploring on the new bawn, anyway." The Gnawer finds her shoes and begins putting them on, the ratty old slippers tucked away carefully by the couch.
The moon is in the waning Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (62% full).
Lefty and Tim are sitting at the kitchen table, drinking beer. A bowl of Spaghettios is left uneaten near the Gnawer, while she concentrates on her beer. She offers a nod to Tim in answer to something he's said. "I'll do some checking, so I'm as informed as I can be before sending her in. I think, though, this is a good idea."
"Also, you can send someone with her. Someone of higher Rank, even, but she has to be making all the decisions, and if they advise her to pull out, well, she has to not fuck that up." Tim tilts his head, considering his cigarette. "Feels like I've heard a story like that before." He shrugs. "Anyways."
Lefty nods yet again. "That's what I was thinking. Make her Skipper, but she can take a pack if she wants. Sending her in completely alone… well, on the one hand it has its advantages. but on most other hands, not." Her eyes settle on the Strider again, her perpetual grin fading a bit. "Yeah, anyways," she echoes, and then falls silent. It's a few moments before she speaks again. "I'm not sure what I'd want to learn."
There's the thumping of wood on the stairs followed by the shuffling of feet that marks Maddie's descent from above, but this time it's accompanied by the heavy footfalls of a large man in boots who will prove to be Jeremiah. "Maddie thanks him again for his help. She can do the work, but it goes much faster when she has help, and she enjoys it more as well. Plus, she thinks the pigeons will appreciate it being more than just her making their homes."
Tim twirls his cigarette back and forth, then sets it in the ashtray, as it's almost out. "Well, I know a few useful rituals. Passage, for all those cubs you have to deal with as Elder." He bobs his eyebrows in amusement. "The dreaming one—you're in a Sphinx Pack, right? Dreams are just a riddle we tell ourselves when we're not awake. The pain deferring ritual, which is ah, a little—well, a lot, dangerous…" His voice trails off as Maddie and Jeremiah appear, and he raises a beer to them in greeting. His expression changes, though, when he seems to recognize the other man, and he gives Lefty a sideways glance of, 'what?'.
The man who follows behind Maddie takes it easy and slow, but nonetheless moves with the implication of being a coiled mass of Rage, even at this moon. And he doesn't speak in return, just nods, and his gaze flicks from Lefty to Tim, to Lefty to Maddie, back to Tim again, teeth tugging nervously at his lower lip. And when he does speak to introduce himself, it's horridly squeaky and whiny. "Lives-On, called Bullfrog. Cliath ahroun, Gnawer."
Lefty blinks, perking up a bit. "Passage? Hmm." The sound of the others arriving distracts her, and she turns to greet them with a flashed grin. "Hey guys." She lets them do their introductions before commenting further.
"He speaks of rites, then? Maddie wonders if it is something that she might be able to help with, or if Lefty has already helped?" Cocking her head to the side slightly, the woman gives Tim a curious look, then. "She wonders if he has found enough people to hold with the Three? Maddie would fit poorly under most war totems in a permanent pack," Rat, presumably, being an exception, "but she hopes he will be able to."
Tim arches an eyebrow at Jeremiah, his expression as dry as his home Sept's surroundings. "Uh huh." He has a drink of his beer, gives Jeremiah a once-over, then shrugs an unvoiced 'I think you know who I am' greeting. Maddie, on the other hand, gets a friendly nod. "I was just offering to teach Lefty something, since I owe her. And we should be okay, but if not, it's not a problem. I'm not much of a war totem person myself—just a couple of minor exceptions." To the other Ragabash, he asides, "Some of the simpler ones, too—questing stone, the one for breaking with your past, the one for hoping you don't get lost in the Umbra."
Jeremiah nods to Tim and manages a hint of a smile. Then, the ahroun just listens, but doesn't seem to have much more to offer. Instead, he moves to take a seat somewhere on the floor, leaning back against the counter.
Lefty points at Maddie after the introductions are over. "She might be the better one to learn Passage. Unless you already know it, Mads?" The Gnawer ragabash shrugs. "Otherwise, yeah. That one would be handy. Either way, I'll teach you what you were asking about before."
Maddie replies, "Maddie knows it—she learned it from Jacob, so that she could perform it for Kitty." She gestures toward Tim with her walking stick. "She thinks he is correct, though, that it is always a good rite for the tribal elder to know. Maddie will try not to be off in the Umbra when Lefty needs her to perform it, if she decides to learn something else, instead."
Tim nods at Maddie in agreement. "And hey, since I've got three Gnawers here—I happen to know a ritual of yours, and I'm bound to teach it to any of you without any compensation, if you need to know it." He explicitly includes Jeremiah in that with a glance. "So if you don't know the Cardboard Palace, or if one of your Tribe is lacking, feel free to send them my way."
Lefty slaps her forehead. "Duh, of course. Right," she say, shaking her head at her bad memory. Her gesture to Tim lets him know she already knows Cardboard Palace, in case that isn't obvious. Her beer is tipped back and her sip swallowed before she answers vocally. "Ok. I'll learn Passage then."
Jeremiah's brows furrow a moment and he glances at Tim, almost questioning, but then says, that same squeaky Jackal-voice. "I'd like to, if'n that's okay." He takes a breath and then seems to think of something else, addressing the Strider still. "D'you know who speaks for your Tribe as elder, right now, Golden-rhya?"
Maddie's brows raise at Tim's offer, a touch surprised. "The children of Owl do go far from den or home, but Maddie has heard that few have learned the Cardboard Palace, despite its utility. She is glad to see firsthand that it is not all." To Jeremiah, she adds, "She thinks it will serve him well."
"Sounds good," Tim tells Lefty. "If you have a cub to Rite soon, that's the best way to learn, but if not, it's not a huge problem. And you can Rite another Tribe's cubs with their blessing and some preparation." He grins at Maddie. "That's because it belongs to your Tribe. I only learned it because the fine lady who taught me loved the idea of one of Owl's spreading a ritual of Rat's around." Then his gaze settles on Jeremiah. "Well. Soon as I'm done teaching Lefty I'll look you up. And since there's all of three of us in town that I know of, we don't have an Elder. It's just three of us, in town."
Lefty nods to Tim, but her thoughts seem suddenly far form the current topic. Nonetheless, something Tim says makes her smile. "Kaz?" she guesses.
Jeremiah smiles slightly at Lefty's mention of the other Gnawer, and then he nods to Tim. "'kay, thanks," he says, the squeaking no less awful when he's quiet, but he speaks quietly nonetheless, explaining, "I need to get permission from th' Tribal Elders t' stay here as anruth 's what Salem-rhya said, 's why I asked."
Maddie looks between Tim and Jeremiah, leaning on the table leg she uses as a walking stick, obviously interested in Tim's reply, but remaining silent until he's had a chance to speak, given the importance of the topic.
"Actually no—though I'm sure Sally and Kaz would get along fabulously. Sings-for-Supper, down at the Hollywood Bowl. Probably an Athro by now, if she's still around." Despite the morbid nature of such speculation, his demeanor is more hopeful for 'Sally' than not. He snorts at Jeremiah's explanation. "The irony of asking a Strider for permission to stay somewhere is enough to run a dry cleaning outfit for a century." He lets that hang in the air a moment, then goes on. "I don't have an intention of claiming Eldership, but as the one of us whose Pack was effected by what went down, sure. You can stay." He pauses, and adds, "And of course if you have a small Gift or Rite to teach me—I'd love the Fire mastery one, for example—that'd be nice too." It's definitely not a polite suggestion. He drains his bottle of Sammy and sets it aside.
Lefty's chin lifts. "I wouldn't mind learning that, myself," she interjects.
Jeremiah nods briefly, glancing to Lefty and back to Tim, "I'd be glad to," he says, and nods to Lefty as well. And then the ahroun seems to decide to go back to silence. Blessed, blessed silence.
Maddie doesn't bother to conceal her relief that Tim proved to be amenable to the Ahroun staying, though it's more the difference between hoping for an outcome and actually getting it as opposed to any strong expectation that he'd refuse. "Maddie wonders how many tribes have agreed, now?" she asks the Ahroun.
Jeremiah glances at Maddie, and his hand forms into the signed number for three. Which is followed by more words. "I haven't gotten t' meet with others, yet," he says. "An' didn' want t' impose all before the things w' the Caern. People're busy."
Lefty is curious, too, and she turns to see what Jeremiah has to say in answer to the question. When it's given, she turns back to the Strider and asks, "When did you want to start?"
Maddie bobs her head. "Ten to go, then, ten to go. If he would like talens to offer to any of them, he should let Maddie know."
The cliath smiles again, slightly, and the sign he makes in response to Maddie's words is easily recognisable, although careful. Thank you.
Tim watches Jeremiah and Maddie converse, and says to Lefty, "As soon as you like. The Caern's a good spot, or we can use the Oak Grove—I like to do some Feed the Earth to kick things off."
Lefty nods to Tim. Her Spaghettios are a lost cause right now, but she nonetheless gets up and brings them to the fridge to put away. "Sounds like a plan. I should do a little more exploring on the new bawn, anyway." The Gnawer finds her shoes and begins putting them on, the ratty old slippers tucked away carefully by the couch.