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I intended to spend two days and one night at the caern, camping in a hammock/tent in the woods a hundred yards or so north of it. I ended up staying three days and two nights. I've been enthralled, spending a lot of time just feeling, sensing, and observing the energies and the flow of energies within it. It's curious--though not unsurprising--how Prime and Spirit very closely overlap in the caern. Sometimes the patterns flow together, and sometimes they diverge. I'm curious as to why the divergences happen. God, it has been good to take a little time away from that tedious warding work at the tenement. I needed that. And irritating that I can't cross over into the umbra to get a better look at things.
The first night I was there, a swarm of people turned up: Bad-Boy, Felix, Justin, Nolan, Salem, Thane, and Thomas (who seems to have just got back into town after getting his kids raised and settled elsewhere). Mostly we just talked about stuff in general, but it was good to have a friendly conversation with a range of people. I think I'm just craving social interactions.
The next night, Nolan and I had an... interesting conversation. He's a ragabash and clearly of the "questioner" aspect of that auspice. I--well, Brings-the-Pack--have already seen through his optical illusion. The illusion goes beyond the physical, though. There's a wisdom in him that, I suspect, many garou might find borders on heresy--or enlightenment. Definitely someone to keep an eye on, but for good reasons instead of the usual reasons one keeps an eye on a werewolf.
I spent a crap-ton of time over the past week and change working on shielding that room in the Walkers' tenement complex in preparation for shielding against scrying attempts or retaliatory magicks. I've had more time to work on it than I thought I would, so... It's sturdy. Damn sturdy. I hope it's enough to fend off a Nephandus mage.
I've been bring my new bass guitar--I bought it used from The Underground a couple weeks ago--to the ritual area and playing it in my downtime. I remember, nearly two decades ago, when I first started playing bass guitar. Cheating with Dreaming and Mind and Time magicks until I was able to stand on my own. I know so much more about magick now. About bending sound. And picking the bass guitar up again has indeed been like re-learning how to ride a bike. It's easy. I feel the music flowing through me and into the air and penetrating into the solids in the room, vibrating. There's beauty here in these energies. These tones. These rhythms. There's magick too, when I weave it in. Vibrating to the strum of a low bass chord. The spine tingles, hair stands on end, the mind energizes and lulls simultaneously. I can see why so many Cult of Ecstasy mages play musical instruments. There's an allure here.
Felix, who was at The Underground when I was buying the bass guitar, wanted me to play in his band. It's been a long while, but I might give it a shot--time permitting.
The other night I pretended to be Brings-the-Pack, extended my presence out to the caern, and spent some time observing this holy place. The young Uktena, Three-Mountains, emerged from the woods with the Get, Brom, hot on his tail. A prank gone wrong. I attempted a distraction, warping light and sound over the flames in the fire pit to show a giant hovering coyote's head while redirecting a snippet of coyote howls from an internet audio file. That distracted the Get from disemboweling the Uktena, and the two actually ended up working together to try and resolve what had just transpired within the caern. Naturally, I shared my own misleading input to help throw them off the scent--my own scent--as to what caused the event.
I've had some really, really, really interesting ideas about a new lightsaber design. Because, yeah, I apparently need a third one. I think it's time to stop putting all my projects on hold so I can help the garou. I have a number of other things I need to be doing that do not include waiting around for them.
The first night I was there, a swarm of people turned up: Bad-Boy, Felix, Justin, Nolan, Salem, Thane, and Thomas (who seems to have just got back into town after getting his kids raised and settled elsewhere). Mostly we just talked about stuff in general, but it was good to have a friendly conversation with a range of people. I think I'm just craving social interactions.
The next night, Nolan and I had an... interesting conversation. He's a ragabash and clearly of the "questioner" aspect of that auspice. I--well, Brings-the-Pack--have already seen through his optical illusion. The illusion goes beyond the physical, though. There's a wisdom in him that, I suspect, many garou might find borders on heresy--or enlightenment. Definitely someone to keep an eye on, but for good reasons instead of the usual reasons one keeps an eye on a werewolf.
I spent a crap-ton of time over the past week and change working on shielding that room in the Walkers' tenement complex in preparation for shielding against scrying attempts or retaliatory magicks. I've had more time to work on it than I thought I would, so... It's sturdy. Damn sturdy. I hope it's enough to fend off a Nephandus mage.
I've been bring my new bass guitar--I bought it used from The Underground a couple weeks ago--to the ritual area and playing it in my downtime. I remember, nearly two decades ago, when I first started playing bass guitar. Cheating with Dreaming and Mind and Time magicks until I was able to stand on my own. I know so much more about magick now. About bending sound. And picking the bass guitar up again has indeed been like re-learning how to ride a bike. It's easy. I feel the music flowing through me and into the air and penetrating into the solids in the room, vibrating. There's beauty here in these energies. These tones. These rhythms. There's magick too, when I weave it in. Vibrating to the strum of a low bass chord. The spine tingles, hair stands on end, the mind energizes and lulls simultaneously. I can see why so many Cult of Ecstasy mages play musical instruments. There's an allure here.
Felix, who was at The Underground when I was buying the bass guitar, wanted me to play in his band. It's been a long while, but I might give it a shot--time permitting.
The other night I pretended to be Brings-the-Pack, extended my presence out to the caern, and spent some time observing this holy place. The young Uktena, Three-Mountains, emerged from the woods with the Get, Brom, hot on his tail. A prank gone wrong. I attempted a distraction, warping light and sound over the flames in the fire pit to show a giant hovering coyote's head while redirecting a snippet of coyote howls from an internet audio file. That distracted the Get from disemboweling the Uktena, and the two actually ended up working together to try and resolve what had just transpired within the caern. Naturally, I shared my own misleading input to help throw them off the scent--my own scent--as to what caused the event.
I've had some really, really, really interesting ideas about a new lightsaber design. Because, yeah, I apparently need a third one. I think it's time to stop putting all my projects on hold so I can help the garou. I have a number of other things I need to be doing that do not include waiting around for them.
