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Chatted briefly with Val. She referred to me as One-Ups-The-Raven. Sort of like an Indian name or something. Is that something the Corax do? She gets pretty talkative sometimes. It makes me nervous that she's going to let something slip to the garou one day. She's clearly been talking about me with her mom in the past, and her mom apparently has been pressing for information, but Val's shut down on that now--or so she claims. She handed over a gold ring with some fake stones. Apparently she'd spotted it, attempted to pick it up, and it'd burned her. The ravens get burned by gold instead of silver. (Gold or cubic zirconium, but my money is on the gold.) I forwarded Val a copy of that hotheaded kid in the Mercedes, then told her I'd Jedi Mindtricked him. We had a good laugh over it, and she threatened to poop on him if she saw him. It was funny at the time, but now that I'm thinking about it. Ew. Still, as much as I need to watch what I say around Val, she's one of the few people I feel I can share my problems and concerns with. Sometimes I feel like I'm walking a tightrope, constantly trying to maintain a balance.
Met Emma in the park today. She's gotten herself a cellphone and has taken her first step out of the Dark Ages. We chatted briefly, then got to working on balance with some Parkour excercises with the board and cinderblocks I stashed in the park. She's.... kind of reckless and doesn't really think ahead much. I can see now why, when I asked Salem at Denny's why he wasn't packed with her, Salem thinks she's inappropriate for a pack focused on wisdom. (I'd guessed Chimera as being the pack's spirit to be and got it right. I think Salem was a little impressed/baffled by that, but it was just a damn lucky guess as that's the kind of spirit I tried shooing away from my houseboat earlier, and Val said it was a powerful and very well-respected spirit by the local garou.)
That evening, I met up with Mouse in the park. I offered to help try and fix others who'd been affected by the dragon-spirit-thing, and in such a way that it made Mouse look as if she were the one doing it--so she'd get the credit for it. She declined: apparently she already drew some flak/heat for having gotten substantially better very quickly and there are others who are cranky about how their deformities are not disappearing as swiftly as Mouse's--and they want to know how Mouse recovered so swiftly. Oops. I mentioned how I'd offered to help the Walkers in the upcoming fight at Plasticorp, but I'd need to know who the other Walkers were in order to differentiate them from the other garou. Mouse took that to mean I was requesting a list of all the Walkers, but I clarified I was interested not in knowing who all of the Walkers were--just the ones who would be in the fight. She seemed okay with that, as I might be saving/protecting one or more tribemates. Mouse cautioned that I needed to be subtle: no more lightening. I told her I planned to be very subtle in this instance, mainly trying to mentally shield the Walkers or unwork and mind-influencing effects the spirit directed towards the Walkers. In talking about Karuvar and the missing fetish, Mouse mentioned that Kaz (that garou Val mentioned the other day) was back in town and had talked to the tiger. Kaz is apparently very good at negotiations, used to be the leader of the local garou, is werewolf-born like Mouse, and Mouse thinks very, very highly of her--and thinks I'd like her. Apparently Kaz was also involved in that rescue operation earlier, where Salem'd brought her in to rescue one of their own. I guess she got treated to my Palpatine light show when I lit up one of those Black Spiral Dancers from afar years and years ago--before Mouse even knew I existed. Maybe I should meet Kaz at some point?
Salem called, following up on my request to go out to the Walker's property out in the woods to see if I could non-lethally defend myself from a garou's attack. We hiked out there and then he changed to the war wolf (crinos as Salem called it) form. He came at me and I reached out, grabbed and twisted the kinetic energies, fueled the effect with some quintessence, and flung a werewolf away and up into the air--where I held him there for a bit and then slowly lowered him back to the ground.
Mother of God, I flung and levitated a fucking werewolf. (Fortunately I didn't accidentally crush him, like I did that remote controlled car last week. Whew.)
Salem got excited and wanted a second go, but I was afraid to do that a second time for fear of the paradox. I told him using magic is like playing with fire. Minor effects are like playing with a small fire. Stronger and more blatant magic--like flinging werewolves across a meadow--are like playing with bigger and more dangerous fires, and I didn't want to get burned. We hiked back out and rode back to town. I've already noticed I'm paying a bit for the effect: apparently I'm exuding a low-level magnetic field: enough to stick a paper clip to. I'll have to be careful if I go out in public and stay away from offices and office supplies.
That afternoon, I gave Val a ride out to a pasture so she could go summon a spirit called a stormcrow in the spirit realm. It showed up after a ritual, all clouds and shadows and looking like a creepy crow-like thing. It looked like it went well. Val is apparently trying to use it to help track down this guy who is related to the two garou who brought this cold wave and spectral hounds out to the woods--pissing off a lot of the garou in the process. We'll see if it works. She got to talking about spirits and their personalities, which is something I'd like to know more about, but I was just exhausted and nervous about something metal sticking to my forehead and Val asking questions. So I dropped her off and headed home.
On the way back to the houseboat, Mouse texted. It appears that one of her tribemates is claiming the bramblefruit is addictive. The ones I had were not, but I told Mouse if she could bring me a sample, I'd check it out--maybe the ones he had were different? But sometime tomorrow. Bushed. I'm turning in early--with Return of the Jedi lulling me to sleep.
Met Emma in the park today. She's gotten herself a cellphone and has taken her first step out of the Dark Ages. We chatted briefly, then got to working on balance with some Parkour excercises with the board and cinderblocks I stashed in the park. She's.... kind of reckless and doesn't really think ahead much. I can see now why, when I asked Salem at Denny's why he wasn't packed with her, Salem thinks she's inappropriate for a pack focused on wisdom. (I'd guessed Chimera as being the pack's spirit to be and got it right. I think Salem was a little impressed/baffled by that, but it was just a damn lucky guess as that's the kind of spirit I tried shooing away from my houseboat earlier, and Val said it was a powerful and very well-respected spirit by the local garou.)
That evening, I met up with Mouse in the park. I offered to help try and fix others who'd been affected by the dragon-spirit-thing, and in such a way that it made Mouse look as if she were the one doing it--so she'd get the credit for it. She declined: apparently she already drew some flak/heat for having gotten substantially better very quickly and there are others who are cranky about how their deformities are not disappearing as swiftly as Mouse's--and they want to know how Mouse recovered so swiftly. Oops. I mentioned how I'd offered to help the Walkers in the upcoming fight at Plasticorp, but I'd need to know who the other Walkers were in order to differentiate them from the other garou. Mouse took that to mean I was requesting a list of all the Walkers, but I clarified I was interested not in knowing who all of the Walkers were--just the ones who would be in the fight. She seemed okay with that, as I might be saving/protecting one or more tribemates. Mouse cautioned that I needed to be subtle: no more lightening. I told her I planned to be very subtle in this instance, mainly trying to mentally shield the Walkers or unwork and mind-influencing effects the spirit directed towards the Walkers. In talking about Karuvar and the missing fetish, Mouse mentioned that Kaz (that garou Val mentioned the other day) was back in town and had talked to the tiger. Kaz is apparently very good at negotiations, used to be the leader of the local garou, is werewolf-born like Mouse, and Mouse thinks very, very highly of her--and thinks I'd like her. Apparently Kaz was also involved in that rescue operation earlier, where Salem'd brought her in to rescue one of their own. I guess she got treated to my Palpatine light show when I lit up one of those Black Spiral Dancers from afar years and years ago--before Mouse even knew I existed. Maybe I should meet Kaz at some point?
Salem called, following up on my request to go out to the Walker's property out in the woods to see if I could non-lethally defend myself from a garou's attack. We hiked out there and then he changed to the war wolf (crinos as Salem called it) form. He came at me and I reached out, grabbed and twisted the kinetic energies, fueled the effect with some quintessence, and flung a werewolf away and up into the air--where I held him there for a bit and then slowly lowered him back to the ground.
Mother of God, I flung and levitated a fucking werewolf. (Fortunately I didn't accidentally crush him, like I did that remote controlled car last week. Whew.)
Salem got excited and wanted a second go, but I was afraid to do that a second time for fear of the paradox. I told him using magic is like playing with fire. Minor effects are like playing with a small fire. Stronger and more blatant magic--like flinging werewolves across a meadow--are like playing with bigger and more dangerous fires, and I didn't want to get burned. We hiked back out and rode back to town. I've already noticed I'm paying a bit for the effect: apparently I'm exuding a low-level magnetic field: enough to stick a paper clip to. I'll have to be careful if I go out in public and stay away from offices and office supplies.
That afternoon, I gave Val a ride out to a pasture so she could go summon a spirit called a stormcrow in the spirit realm. It showed up after a ritual, all clouds and shadows and looking like a creepy crow-like thing. It looked like it went well. Val is apparently trying to use it to help track down this guy who is related to the two garou who brought this cold wave and spectral hounds out to the woods--pissing off a lot of the garou in the process. We'll see if it works. She got to talking about spirits and their personalities, which is something I'd like to know more about, but I was just exhausted and nervous about something metal sticking to my forehead and Val asking questions. So I dropped her off and headed home.
On the way back to the houseboat, Mouse texted. It appears that one of her tribemates is claiming the bramblefruit is addictive. The ones I had were not, but I told Mouse if she could bring me a sample, I'd check it out--maybe the ones he had were different? But sometime tomorrow. Bushed. I'm turning in early--with Return of the Jedi lulling me to sleep.
