[post yourselves in while i unpack! you have 10 min. let's be at this quad area: http://reneeashleybaker.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/university-of-denver.jpg]
Radiant HonorMs. Avery Chase is visiting her brother, currently matriculating at the University of Denver. She has just left the earnest freshman after a brief conversation with one of the executives of the school, discussing Oakley's future as well as her family's investment -- in him, of course, as well as, perhaps, the school itself. She walks across the green, while most students and faculty keep to the sidewalks and paths, wearing a soft pink blouse and a pale grey pencil skirt. It is cold tonight but she has removed the cardigan she wore in the meeting, if not the pearls. Her feet are in heels, but the ground is hardening, and supports her well. Her hair is done up. Her earrings are gold.
FirebrandShe's never seen Denver University's campus before. In truth, there's a hell of a lot of places that Morgan's never set foot on or even knows exist in Colorado yet. But -- she's eighteen, barely out of high school and her education had been interrupted at best -- there's (probably) time for that. Assuming she doesn't get herself killed in a fight one of these nights, that is. Since she's come to the Sept, she's been nothing if not a regular visitor to the dusty earth of Forgotten Questions.
She likes it there. Prefers the simplicity of her life as a Garou to attempting navigation of the perils of being human. Except -- sometimes there are benefits. Twilight tours of a campus for one, though she's less of a tourist at present and more of a hooded figure seated on a stone bench, watching dusk turn to twilight and contemplating her next move. The whole world prickles around Morgan Roche tonight -- it's the cusp of her moon.
She's a ball of crackling energy. At times like this, you can feel the cause of that deedname, like the air around her is kindling. Just waiting.
Javed
Javed wanders. That's just what he does. Where he wanders doesn't necessarily matter, and while he does visit some places more than others his feet bring him to unfamiliar places from time to time. It's probably not best, all things considered, that he is here on his own, wandering along the side of the quad in his army surplus jacket and cargo pants. Someone would likely assume--since he comes off as a very scary bastard--that he was lurking around campus about to do something horrible to someone.
But no, just wandering.
-damon the green-BOOM.
Construction? Thunder? No; A MONSTER. Bursting up out of the well-manicured green, sending clods of dirt and chunks of concrete flying every which way. It's late enough that at least no person goes flying. Students coming out of the library from some late-night session shriek and scatter.
We should describe the monster:
it is big. It is very big, and it is scaly, and it is segmented, and it has eyes absolutely everywhere. It's pretty gross.
Radiant HonorAvery
nearly
jumps out of her skin.
She even gives a little yelp, her hand flying up to touch at her pearls over the pretty bow on her chest.
--
A second later, she does jump out of her skin. She lets out a roar as she snaps into her direwolf skin, her most dangerous. She thinks of the veil but that can't be helped right now: her warform doesn't incite the mad panic and foggy memory in humans anyway. She is too much like them. She remembers too well what it is to be human.
Think yourself human.
Silk and linen shred off of her, gold falls away, but surprisingly no pearls scatter. They gleam down into the ruff of her fur, vanishing with the rest of her. As she runs, loping furiously across the ground, she calls on gift after gift, opening her throat to roar, and roar, warning this monster of what comes its way.
[-1R: snapshift to hispo!
-1WP: resist pain!
-1R: eagle's beak!
-1WP: lambent flame! DAMON REMEMBER THAT MAKES HER +1 HARDER TO HIT yay]
JavedHe hears the explosion of sod and concrete, hears the yelp of his packmate, and turns to see the creature. He's already in mid-growl before he lays his one eye on it. The jacket shed, he bursts into War Form as he charges in, claws raking the ground.
[[Shift to Crinos, Razor Claws]]
Radiant Honor[well all right then. damon says I can.
-1G: luna's armor. not so much meditating as GLORYING IN THE LIGHT OF THE WAXING MOON BEFORE BATTLE.
survival + stamina]
Dice: 8 d10 TN7 (2, 3, 3, 4, 8, 10, 10, 10) ( success x 4 )
FirebrandI mean, she'd seen some stuff before. She's a Full Moon, that's just sort of what you expect. The No Moons sneak around, the Theurges hang out and swap tips with the spirits and go Umbral jaunting, the Half Moons ... well, she knows they talk a lot and most of them are smarter than she is and the Galliards, well, they talk a lot too.
But from what her experience has shown her, there's an art to making storytime cool. But when you get right down to it, this is what she knows. She's been trying to make her brother understand it for years. This -- on her feet, running, running, shifting. Heavy paws slam into the ground and there's a brilliant red wolf there on the quad where minutes ago there'd been a pretty girl.
She snarls.
[I'm gonna go ahead and roll WP since Morgan isn't great with patience and MONSTER all up on her. Impatience Flaw.]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (3, 4, 4, 6, 8, 10) ( success x 3 )
-damon the green-While out heroes come running, the Monster just
keeps
emerging.
There's so much length. It pours out and out and out, like vomit after a night of drinking gone horribly wrong. Because gross. Ten feet, twenty, thirty... the size of a school bus, the size of a city bus, the size of a two-stage city bus. People are shrieking, people are running, wolves are closing the distance with snarls in their throats.
The Monster breaches, whale-like. It rolls lazily to its back and comes crashing down hard, sending park benches flying, sending a visible ripple through the very earth. It's the trippiest thing: lawn rippling like pondwater. And then it's literally a trippy thing, because unless they're damn lucky, the Garou go flying too.
[everyone roll dex+ath diff 9 to stay afoot! and then roll inits! here's eyemonster init. +10]
Dice: 1 d10 TN6 (9) ( success x 1 )
Radiant Honor[dex (athletic) + athletics]
Dice: 8 d10 TN9 (1, 2, 2, 5, 5, 6, 6, 8, 10) ( success x 1 ) Re-rolls: 1
Firebrand[Ack! Dex + Ath]
Dice: 8 d10 TN9 (2, 2, 3, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9) ( success x 1 )
Javed[[Dex+Ath, Spec Lightning Reflexes]]
Dice: 8 d10 TN9 (1, 1, 3, 3, 3, 6, 9, 9, 10) ( success x 3 ) Re-rolls: 1
Radiant Honor[init: +10]
Dice: 1 d10 TN6 (6) ( success x 1 )
Javed[[Init +18 (Spirit of Fray]]
Dice: 1 d10 TN9 (1) ( fail )
Firebrand[Inits! +8]
Dice: 1 d10 TN6 (8) ( success x 1 )
-damon the green-No one goes sprawling. Well. No one important to our story, anyway. Our heroes charge in, and the Monster rolls back to its belly, enormous, serpentine, a million and one eyes rolling, saccading, fixing on the three wolves.
In its eyes, they look so small.
[Declare in reverse order:
Javed 19
Monster 19
Avery 16
Firebrand 16!]
Firebrand[1a. Claw one ... I mean there just a LOT of eyes ... one of the eyes!
1b. Bite it.
R1 + 2 Biting again.]
Radiant Honor[1a. lunge in and bite its stomach out!
1b. YUM ORGANS
R1. rip tear rar nom]
Javed2 Rage:
[[1a: Block Attack on Avery
1b: Block Attack on Morgan
R1: Block potential other attack
R2: Claw Strike]]
-damon the green-[monster: pretty simple.
2 attacks on Javed
2 attacks on Avery
2 attacks on Firebrand
slam the ground again!]
-damon the green-[first round of attacks! attack vs Javed. don't worry it has low soak. but high HP. MAHAHHAHA.]
Dice: 8 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 9) ( success x 1 )
-damon the green-[really? ONE?]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 4, 4, 6, 7, 8) ( success x 3 )
Javed[[Soak]]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8) ( success x 3 )
-damon the green-[attack on avery!]
Dice: 8 d10 TN6 (1, 3, 4, 4, 8, 8, 8, 10) ( success x 4 )
-damon the green-[roll your block, javed]
Javed[[Block!]]
Dice: 9 d10 TN6 (1, 3, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10) ( success x 5 )
-damon the green-[attack on morgan!]
Dice: 8 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 3, 4, 7, 7, 8, 8) ( success x 4 )
-damon the green-[block #2! don't forget to subtract dice for splitting.]
Javed[[Block #1 with proper # of dice]]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 2, 3, 6, 7, 10) ( success x 3 )
Javed[[Block #2]]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4) ( success x 1 ) [WP]
-damon the green-[whup. going back a bit. damage #1 on avery, mitigated somewhat by block.]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9) ( success x 3 )
Radiant HonorAvery sees it coming. She bares her teeth, glowing like the moon, illuminating the whole green with Luna's dual blessing on her. She sets her feet and waits for the strike, as Javed lunges forward and knocks the monster's vengeance aside -- a bit.
She endures the remaining punishment, fearless, trusting in one of the three gods she holds highest. And when it is done, she turns, barking at her packmate. Not to shame, not to chastise, but to command.
You waste your strength! ATTACK!
This is battle.
[soak!]
Dice: 10 d10 TN6 (1, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10) ( success x 6 )
-damon the green-[damage #2 on morgan! mitigated somewhat again. dam+2]
Dice: 8 d10 TN6 (1, 3, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8) ( success x 3 )
Firebrand[Soaking it in]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (1, 4, 4, 7, 7, 8, 9) ( success x 4 )
Radiant Honor[1a. NOMF]
Dice: 6 d10 TN5 (1, 4, 5, 8, 9, 9, 10) ( success x 5 ) Re-rolls: 1
Radiant Honor[RAR]
Dice: 13 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9) ( success x 4 )
-damon the green-[soak!]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (4, 4, 4, 6, 8, 10) ( success x 3 )
Radiant Honor[1b. NOMF again!]
Dice: 5 d10 TN5 (1, 1, 1, 3, 9) ( success x 1 )
Radiant Honor[RAR!]
Dice: 9 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 8, 9) ( success x 2 )
-damon the green-[WTF kahseeno]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9) ( success x 3 )
Firebrand[1a. Claw dat eye. -2 Split.]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (2, 3, 3, 6, 9, 10) ( success x 3 )
Firebrand[Damage + 2]
Dice: 10 d10 TN6 (2, 2, 2, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9) ( success x 6 )
-damon the green-[soak!! will apply -1 die pain mod if any dmg left over]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (2, 3, 7, 8, 9, 10) ( success x 4 )
Firebrand[1b. Biting! I'm pretty sure you're gonna taste disgusting, wyrmy dude. -3 Split.]
Dice: 5 d10 TN5 (3, 4, 4, 10, 10) ( success x 2 )
Firebrand[Damage + 1]
Dice: 9 d10 TN6 (4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9) ( success x 5 )
-damon the green-[soak!]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 4, 7, 9, 10) ( success x 3 )
-damon the green-[attacking javed!]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (2, 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 10) ( success x 3 )
-damon the green-[dam +2]
Dice: 8 d10 TN6 (5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10, 10) ( success x 7 )
Javed[[Soak]]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (2, 3, 4, 8, 9, 9) ( success x 3 )
-damon the green-[attacking avery! is javed blocking, or saving action for attack? no diff penalty either way.]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (2, 2, 2, 5, 8, 8, 9) ( success x 3 )
-damon the green-[dam +2]
Dice: 8 d10 TN6 (1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 8, 9, 10) ( success x 3 )
Radiant Honor[Soak!]
Dice: 10 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10) ( success x 5 )
-damon the green-[attacking morgan!]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (4, 4, 4, 7, 7, 8, 10) ( success x 4 )
Javed[[Block, Spec Muy Thai]]
Dice: 9 d10 TN6 (2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 10) ( success x 4 ) Re-rolls: 1
Javed[[Claw rarr! -1 for Razor Claws]]
Dice: 9 d10 TN5 (3, 3, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10) ( success x 7 )
Javed[[Damage]]
Dice: 15 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9) ( success x 9 )
-damon the green-[ack! soak!]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 3, 4, 4, 9, 9) ( success x 2 )
Radiant Honor[R1!]
Dice: 8 d10 TN5 (1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 9) ( success x 3 )
Radiant Honor[ffs. HAIL!!!]
Dice: 11 d10 TN6 (2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9) ( success x 6 )
-damon the green-[soak!]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 2, 8, 9, 9) ( success x 3 )
Firebrand[RAGE TIME ALL OVER THIS PLACE. Biting.]
Dice: 8 d10 TN5 (1, 3, 5, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10) ( success x 6 )
Firebrand[Damage + 5]
Dice: 13 d10 TN6 (1, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 9, 9) ( success x 4 )
-damon the green-[soak!]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (3, 4, 8, 8, 9, 10) ( success x 4 )
Firebrand[Listen, you have to go. Don't make it awkward. Biting!]
Dice: 8 d10 TN5 (1, 2, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10) ( success x 6 )
Firebrand[Damage + 5]
Dice: 13 d10 TN6 (1, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8) ( success x 9 )
-damon the green-[ACK AM I DEAD?]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8) ( success x 1 )
-damon the green-[KABOOM.]
Dice: 10 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10) ( success x 6 )
-damon the green-[everyone soak 6agg!]
Radiant Honor[soak! HAIL!]
Dice: 10 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 10) ( success x 6 )
Firebrand[It's not you it's me! Don't squash me.]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (2, 2, 6, 6, 9, 9, 10) ( success x 5 )
Javed[[Soak]]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10) ( success x 4 )
-damon the green-Those fleeing undergrads haven't even made it to the safety of their dorms by the time the three wolves tear the Monster down.
It's slow, messy work. A lot of crunching and tearing. A lot of wet pops. Hot splashy liquids. Might make lobster dinners an unpleasant prospect for a while -- or maybe not. Point is: they make their dents. Some larger than others. They wear it down, bit by bit by chunk by bit, and in the end it's the youngest of them, the wettest-behind-the-ears, who sinks her teeth in and decides:
enough.
--
KABOOM!
Monster explodes. Rudity! Monster guts flying everywhere. Some fling as high as the rooftops. Some fling as far as the far end of the quad. Helluva story come morning. Students will forget the lion's share of what they saw. They'll concoct some story about a kegger gone wrong, or an exploded sewage pipe, or something.
In the meantime, the wolves, showered with caustic gore, stand victorious. If a bit smelly.
Radiant Honor[Avery is at full HP!]
Javed[[2 Agg, 4 L!]]
FirebrandFunnily enough, the reason for Morgan's deedname came in much a similar fashion. A young, impetuous wolf who took one long look at her enemy and decided, just like that, that she'd had enough. It was time to end things and with a leap, gaping jaws and a surprising degree of agility for a cub, she'd done precisely what she somehow manages tonight.
Put a stop to the Wyrm's ministrations of evil. It's sheer, dumb luck, many would say. A moon born talent, others. The exact reason she was always in the thick of trouble, the Kinfolk at her home Sept often muttered. Red furred and gore splattered, the child of Stag rides the thrashing beast down until with a terrific dying throw, she's cast off and lands, whuffing as she hits the grass of the quad and begins to shake herself off, big flecks of guts flinging left and right.
[Morgan is at 1agg.]
JavedTorn once, viciously, and them covered in caustic gore is almost enough to send the Anubis-headed wolfman to the point of being gone. Almost, but not quite. He snarls as the toxic stuff splashes over his wound, but he doesn't back away. There is a moment when his knees buckle and he drops to one of them, but the knee has barely touched earth before he forces himself back into a stand.
He stands there a moment, watching where the thing came from balefully. He's waiting to see if another might come out. When it doesn't, he finally looks around and acknowledges the two other Garou. Avery, of course, gets the more familiar nod. He can identify her at his point even if they weren't packbonded.
Radiant HonorFor something so big, it falls quickly. Quick enough. Avery is almost choking on whatever it is that composes the thing's internal gore. She does not gag, though, but bites, and lunges, and bites again. She glows so brightly that those who look upon them can see a wide shine, a silvery light fighting on the green. Heaven knows what they will think.
Exploded sewage pipe. That will be something they can handle. There will be no explanation for the light they saw but the moon shining down. That's all they have to hold onto, the only thing that makes more sense than a giant white wolf fighting alongside a dark one, a red-gold one, illuminating yards and yards around her with her light.
Avery is startled by Morgan. She's heard of her before, and seen her fight one other time, but tonight she is plainly shocked: the young Cliath Ahroun just tears the thing apart. Rips a hole through its enormous body, comes out the other side drenched in its mess.
The first thought she has after the body explodes, which she may or may not be ashamed of later, is that the cliath might not live to hear her tales sung at the next moot. She runs toward the Fianna and starts sniffing at her, pawing, nudging, checking her over to see if she's all right. She's all right. She's injured, but not terribly. She'll walk it off in a day or so.
Avery chuffs, relieved. She laps her tongue over the nearest mostly-clean spot she can find on the young Ahroun, letting the light of Luna fade around her. She, untouched by evil, lets her body melt back down to its birth form. She is naked. She is wearing a double-string of pearls. Somewhere on the green there are scraps of pink silk, gray linen, a pair of shoes, a set of gold earrings. Avery herself is a bit sticky with gore, but unharmed. She does not hide her body when she rises, looking toward her packmate.
When it's clear no more is coming out of the hole the monster left in the earth, and Javed nods at her, she just --
does not lose it. Does not shout, not naked and covered in gore or wearing pearls. She tamps down. Her rage is spent, or she might be shouting.
"In the future," Avery says evenly, remembering the presence of a Cliath alongside them, "I think your strength would be better spent not attempting to mitigate harm that a named Ahroun and an armored packmate can well withstand, but actively attacking that which seeks to do harm."
Her words are, as ever, so prim. So carefully chosen. Even if her blue eyes flash and her tone is level as a board, sharp as a knife.
"If you disagree, perhaps in other battles you will take charge, and instruct your allies as to how you would have them fight."
It is, for Avery, the kindest way to tell her packmate to lead, follow, or get out of the way.
Radiant Honor[Addendum!]
That said, Avery exhales through her nose. She walks forward, over to Javed, removing something from -- her ribs, it seems. It is a small, white velvet bag. Drawstring. She opens it, removing a tiny white pumpkin covered in black glyphs painted onto it. She got the pumpkins at Trader Joe's. They were on sale!
She also got some chocolate-covered potato chips but that's because she had PMS that night and just really wanted some, okay.
With one hand, she crushes the dried tiny gourd atop her packmate's shoulder. Clear water, sparkling as silver, floods over his body. She meets his eyes as she does this. He will not limp off this field tonight. After all: they have trophies to collect.
Radiant Honor[GB, +4HP!]
JavedThe one eye that is not milked through flashes, and his shoulders knot. There is a moment where he looks like he is about to respond.
But he doesn't. Because that is not a conversation that he has in front of other people. So he merely turns to silently collect the trophies, which he leaves for Avery, and then will make his way away. Perhaps they will discuss it later.
Radiant HonorJaved does not respond, not to the -- admittedly public -- chastisement, nor the healing. Avery squares her shoulders and straightens her back, searching over the green back to her little bag left somewhere. She digs out her phone and, leaving prints and slime on it, summons her staff.
Colin, the young man with a delight for cleaning out skulls and occasionally tanning the skin of fomori into leather, is woken from his sleep with one of the most exciting assignments she's had for him yet. He, and others, will be on their way. She advises them to coordinate with the kin of Cold Crescent to come help with cleanup, but for her own part, she rips out one of the monster's eyes and offers it over to Morgan.
"You know, it's entirely possible that we could turn this into a very intriguing lamp," she tells the Fianna. Then: "I know someone you should meet. A kinsman of your tribe is of my acquaintance. I would be honored if you would meet him."
FirebrandFirebrand goes very still at first when the Fostern approaches. It's instinctive, one might assume. The same way she visibly fought to restrain herself around Erich that night at the haunted house. Her superior in rank is clearly something the Fianna understands. She can smell it, sense it. She does wag her heavy tail when Avery licks her, though.
Hey, the Fostern licked me. I did something right. She snuffs, turns, whines at the stench of the monster laying there and pads away from it. Also from the sounds of the pack talking. It's not her business, but she knows the sounds of an argument well enough to put some distance between her and the scene of one. Uses the time to shift back into her human skin. Jeans, sneakers, a young woman with impressive stature and height and startlingly clear eyes.
There's a reason she smells like verdant rolling hills and celtic heroes of old. It's in her blood and oh, does that blood sing. It's a different song to the glory of Avery's, but it's equally as present. Even if Morgan might lack the charm the other woman has. She smiles when the Half Moon rips an eyeball out and hands it to her.
It's a bloody smile, she's got gore on her lower lip. "Thank you, rhya." A slightly bashful Ahroun, who would have thought it. She waves at Javed with it and it flops all over the place. "Hey, tell him thanks for me. For the --" she mimes hitting the carcass beside them with a fist.
Avery wants her to meet someone. She looks intrigued. "There are more o'my Kinfolk here? I've only met one so far." She turns, limping a little beside the Fang. "He runs a bar."
Radiant Honor"I will certainly pass it along," Avery says, but also: "though you could also stand for him at the Stories and Songs at the next full moon and thank him in front of our people."
Subtle, but there: a firm reminder that personal thanks, while heartfelt, mean so much more when a story is told before the gathered Garou. She may be displeased with Javed's behavior tonight, enough so that she would confront him immediately, and in front of a veritable stranger, but he is still her packmate. And her auspice is dedicated, if nothing else, to defending their ways. Their orders. Their laws and their culture.
She smiles. She is delighted by this young Ahroun, by her fervor in battle, her familiar scent. "The kinsman's name is Calden White. He lives on family land, far north of here. A cattleman, and my mate."
She has never called him thus to anyone else. It sends a thrill down her spine. She exhales. "Dear, if you would be so kind as to lend me your sweatshirt --" she means the hoodie, "I certainly do feel the chill, and my clothes were left behind. I would owe you a debt for the assistance."
Radiant Honor[Devon: perception + empathy. WAT.]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 6, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10) ( success x 6 ) Re-rolls: 1
FirebrandThere's a strange sort of pride in Morgan when she tells Avery what Matthew does and alright, so she may have exaggerated slightly when it came to who really owned said bar but it's only a white lie and those really didn't count so much in the scheme of things, right? The Philodox gently reminds her of where true thanks belong and Morgan's eyes light up a little.
"Yeah! Oh, I can do that, totally. I was at the last one. I didn't really know wha' to say, though. I mean, it's weird. Being new to a place." She frowns, wiping down the edge of her mouth with her sleeve and then pausing mid wipe when Avery asks if she can borrow her hoodie. She unzips it amicably enough and bundles it over. It's a dark navy and aside from the sleeve, smells comfortably like the Fianna and some detergent she's laundered it with.
"Calden White." She repeats to herself, commanding the name to memory and biting on her lower lip as she stares at the giant beast they've just felled. "I'd be happy to meet him, rhya. Though, I mean -- " she tangles a hand in her hair, it's a quite fierce shade of red. "I'm not the best at makin' impressions. I can try though," she rocks a little in her sneakers.
Radiant Honor"It is," she agrees simply, when it comes to being new. "But you won't be new forever." Which is also true. She won't be a Cliath forever. She won't be a newcomer forever. It just takes time. Everything does. She exhales, gratefully, when handed the hoodie, slipping it on over her naked body and the gore, tugging it down a bit. She picks through some of the thing's body, and smiles at Morgan as they talk. "You've made perfectly fine impressions on me, Firebrand,"
OMG SHE KNOWS HER NAME
"and Calden is one of the finest men your tribe has ever given to this nation. You will get along swimmingly. Oh, there's the van,"
and so it is. Coming down the road, a dark van with no windows. The kinsmen driving and riding shotgun and hanging out in the back all have the refined jawlines and sharp eyes and hawklike noses of Avery's tribe, each one of them a little too pretty, a little too delicate-seeming. But there is nothing delicate about the way they approach cleanup duty. Avery just smiles at Morgan. Javed has wandered off on his own.
"Come. You'll wash up at my family's home and have some bread and beer. There's a room for you if you'd like to rest, of course."
FirebrandHer Rage is somewhat banked now, post battle, but it's a strange juxtaposition to imagine this girl standing with some degree of grateful wonderment beside a Silver Fang Fostern is the same one who just tore a hole through a giant worm monster. That's the heartbreak and inspiration of the Garou Nation, however. They are many of them young.
Many beautiful, many battle weary. Many as seemingly docile as a spring morning until wound up and then -- death, destruction. Radiant Honor says her name, her chosen one, that is to say, and splotches of color appear on the Ahroun's cheeks. She ducks her head, grins and plays with her severed eye for several moments as she tries to figure out what to say to that.
Thank you seemed paltry, but what else sufficed. "I like beer." She says it a touch too readily, but nevermind. It's likely Avery doesn't even catch it as she follows after her and they head out to meet the van.
