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Ran into Nieve at the tenement--I was dropping off some coffee and cokes for the Walkers' caffeine stash--the day after I'd run into Emma. Apparently these two are going to be packing together. Nieve was acting a little like a momma hen over Emma, saying she was vulnerable and needed a friend and didn't need to be hurt--all tying in with Emma apparently liking me and upset/confused as to why Salem and Mouse didn't tell her about me being kin. I reiterated that I was newly found, still a little spooked by the garou and what they can do, and that Salem and Mouse probably, at the time Emma asked, were likely still trying to teach/ease me into the whole garou thing. I vocalized the assumption that there's probably a huge difference and adjustment period for those who find out they're kin at 31 as opposed to those who find out they're kin when they've under 18 still. Nieve seemed to take all this fairly well. Although.... ugh. I kind of feel sorry for the garou. They've almost got it as bad as mages.

Met up with Val at her apartment last night to catch up on current events, plus it sounded like work was killing her and she didn't have time to look into something herself. She gave me fourteen--FOURTEEN--bramblefruits!!! She apparently tried one, her lungs quit working, and she grew gills. Also, she could smell through her fingertips--almost as powerfully as a wolf, she suspected. It seems like the bramblefruit causes chaotic, random changes--but tends to compensate for what it takes away. The effects don't seem to last as long as I thought--probaby just a couple days. Of course, that might be due in part to a garou's metabolism, BUT I suspect I could shorten the time even further by using Prime to disperse/lessen any effects.

Val then showed me two skin samples she'd taken from "The Golden Pheasant"--from the murder that happened there--and some crime scene total. The victim's body was all twisted up like Silly putty. I studied the skin for a bit, ruled out "mage" for Val, and learned that apparently some vampires can do a little flesh crafting stuff--because that's what the garou were talking about around Val.

After I left, I headed over to the Golden Pheasant and watched a lady (and I use this term loosely) attack, torture, and kill Carl--by puking maggots into his mouth so they are him from the inside. Gross. There were no security cameras in the store, but I got lucky: across the street is an Italian place that had a video camera lined up to catch some footage of people entering and leaving the Pheasant. I used a blend of Time, Mind, and Forces to craft an image onto unexposed Kodak film. Shake to process. Scan in and run through multiple photoshop filters to distory, fuzzy, and grain the image enough to make it look like it's from a bad video camera. Viola! An image of the only person to go in to the store when it was open and come out when it was closed.

I'll see about getting this info to the Walkers tomorrow. Wish I could also warn them about her poisoned claws, but... how the hell would I know, right? So, I can't.

In the meantime, I'm about to juice the fuck out of that bramblefruit Val got me and turn the juice into popsicles.