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Wed morning I dropped off a bunch of stuff Flint wanted. I left the goods in the Tenement lobby, then phoned Flint to know his things were downstairs and that I didn't feel comfortable interacting with anyone or loitering in the tenement on a full moon. Also, I told him I wouldn't be going to Edgewood to collect dream-visions for him until the moon was smaller. Done and done. Or so I thought.
Wed afternoon I dropped by the park to collect some tass--provided the place was empty. It was. I scored. I went to sit on the merry-go-round to read a Star Wars novel on my Kindle Fire (gotta love that name) and keep tabs on the park for a bit. Thomas showed up, and it was not as awkward a meeting as I thought it might be, what with him having outed himself to Kavi and me a few nights earlier. We got to talking about Riley, how her pack had learned she was alive and in this umbral realm called Wolf Home, and they were taking a "wait and see" approach. Thomas said that you can't rescue anyone from Wolf Home anyway: they have to find their own way out. And so, basically, Thomas revealed who he was for -absolutely- -nothing-! I bet he's kicking himself over that. I told him I hadn't told anyone as I'm a low man on the totem pole and that Kavi, as a garou and a galliard, would be the one to spread the news--if he chose to spread it at all. I hadn't seen any e-mails from him or anything, so.... (But I bet he tells Rina.) Thomas seemed relieved his secret wasn't spreading through the sept like wildfire.
We started talking about the visions the garou seem to be having and trying to make sense of them. I shared Flint's vision with him, then I theorized that perhaps the dreams were the wasps indicating that they needed the garou to tell them where to stop. Thomas said he was debating picking the nests up and dropping them over the forest--a prompt for them to "stay here." That's when Nieve and Flint showed up.
I asked Nieve if she'd thought about Flint's vision, heard of others, and proposed that maybe the dreams were the wasps were basically being asked where they needed to stop when they expanded--and that there may be significant problems in a few months as hunting season starts up, people start going out to the woods, seeing weird crap and wasps and psychedelic, made-me-change-shape fruits.... and if the garou had some idea of what to do. Nieve hadn't even heard of Flint's vision yet, but when he relayed it to her, she added to it--as if she had a different piece of the puzzle. Thomas jumped on the bandwagon, suggesting the garou needed to find some way to make it stop. Nieve said it was the woodsy garou's problem and that the city garou had enough to do already--and that Thomas should go bug them, because she doesn't see them doing anything about the wasps. Then.... I wished there'd been a table there so I could have kicked Thomas underneath it. He just kept poking and poking and the moon was full and....
Nieve then tasked me with running down all the visions for the city garou (HOLY SHIT!!!!). Thomas kept verbally poking the two garou with a stick, and then Flint--who I'd not been watching so much as he was largely not engaged in the conversation--suddenly looked like he was about to utterly lose it. Nieve told us to go and I backed up a bit and ran for it, leaving her to deal with a mentally unstable garou on the verge of frenzy in the middle of the park. Jesus mother of Mary, I think that kid might have almost killed Thomas. Or me. Or half the park. Shit, shit, shit. Nick? You are rubbing shoulders with them too goddamn much. They will /kill/ you--even by accident.
I think the shakes disappeared before I crashed really late that night. The next morning, I sent out e-mail to the Walkers requesting they e-mail me their dreams, that Nieve asked me to do this while the tribe's galliards were preoccupied with a vampire (I lied a bit to save Flint embarrassment), and that I'd ask them in person but the moon was full and I didn't feel comfortable around them then. And then a follow-up e-mail requesting that someone feed, water, and walk that momma hybrid wolf-dog (wow, someone needs to name it--but that's just going to lead to emotional attachment when she gets re-homed or shipped off somewhere or whatever the garou do with wolf hybrid dogs with puppies) while I was avoiding the tenement.
Thursday evening I popped over to the park on the way back from checking that Val's apartment was still intact, collecting the mail, running the taps (rust-water is gross), rotating which lights were on, and changing two lightbulbs that'd burned out. Aaron was in the park, sloshed a bit--apparently something he does during the full moon to control his anger. I asked him about visions and he shared the one he'd had with me. New one to me. He soon left (thank god), and Thomas arrived.
Thomas looked smug and complimented me on my brilliance, to which I had to ask how I'd been brilliant. He explained that he'd gone out to Kent Crossing, talked to the wasps, and successfully relocated a bunch of the smaller hives back into the forest. In a nutshell, what I'd theorized about the visions yesterday--right before Flint inadvertently nearly exploded and tried to kill me--appeared to be correct. I suggested to Thomas that he tell Nieve about his finding. He thought Kavi might be better as he and Nieve didn't seem to be getting along well. (Imagine that!) And then I mentioned Ciuraq as a possibility. (Thomas said Ciuraq already knew what Thomas was.) I also recommended that he not do any more, let the garou handle it (as it's their territory and they might take offense at Thomas doing things that might directly or indirectly affect their caern), and downplay things so he didn't hurt their egos. Thomas then talked about how Foxes are egotistical by default, how they weren't around until /after/ the War of Rage, and that they had a purpose for Gaia--though he didn't actually explain what that purpose was. I was tempted to loiter longer, but I had things to do that coming night.
It'd been a week, so it was safe to use my talisman again. I headed back to the Walker's territory in the woods, crossed over to the spirit world after checking to see that the coast was clear, and fire to a brush pile so I could practice defensive magics--creating kinetic shields and dispersing and redirecting kinetic energies. (Force pushes, more or less.) I used the energy from the fire, converted it to kinetic energy to lift rocks high up in the air, dropped the effect to let the rock fall, then tried shielding and redirecting the kinetic energy before impact with the ground. That gave me some good experience, and I feel a little more comfortable that I /might/ be able to defend myself from someone who might, say, frenzy and come flying at me with murderous intent. I practiced until I'd gone through two more brush piles. I need to practice this more. Maybe I can get good enough to hold back or push back multiple attackers eventually? Not likely anytime soon, though. I think that level of complexity is beyond me.
Crossed back over. Camped out in the cave again as there was a sprinkle of rain that was falling at the time. Slept fitfully. Kept waking up thinking there was a crinos at the cave's entrance. Managed to walk the perimeter of the valley--no signs of anything unusual thereabouts. And headed for home. I think I'll take the rest of the day off to catch up on my sleep and reading. I wish I had a bathtub. Today would be a good day to soak in a hot, full tub.
Wed afternoon I dropped by the park to collect some tass--provided the place was empty. It was. I scored. I went to sit on the merry-go-round to read a Star Wars novel on my Kindle Fire (gotta love that name) and keep tabs on the park for a bit. Thomas showed up, and it was not as awkward a meeting as I thought it might be, what with him having outed himself to Kavi and me a few nights earlier. We got to talking about Riley, how her pack had learned she was alive and in this umbral realm called Wolf Home, and they were taking a "wait and see" approach. Thomas said that you can't rescue anyone from Wolf Home anyway: they have to find their own way out. And so, basically, Thomas revealed who he was for -absolutely- -nothing-! I bet he's kicking himself over that. I told him I hadn't told anyone as I'm a low man on the totem pole and that Kavi, as a garou and a galliard, would be the one to spread the news--if he chose to spread it at all. I hadn't seen any e-mails from him or anything, so.... (But I bet he tells Rina.) Thomas seemed relieved his secret wasn't spreading through the sept like wildfire.
We started talking about the visions the garou seem to be having and trying to make sense of them. I shared Flint's vision with him, then I theorized that perhaps the dreams were the wasps indicating that they needed the garou to tell them where to stop. Thomas said he was debating picking the nests up and dropping them over the forest--a prompt for them to "stay here." That's when Nieve and Flint showed up.
I asked Nieve if she'd thought about Flint's vision, heard of others, and proposed that maybe the dreams were the wasps were basically being asked where they needed to stop when they expanded--and that there may be significant problems in a few months as hunting season starts up, people start going out to the woods, seeing weird crap and wasps and psychedelic, made-me-change-shape fruits.... and if the garou had some idea of what to do. Nieve hadn't even heard of Flint's vision yet, but when he relayed it to her, she added to it--as if she had a different piece of the puzzle. Thomas jumped on the bandwagon, suggesting the garou needed to find some way to make it stop. Nieve said it was the woodsy garou's problem and that the city garou had enough to do already--and that Thomas should go bug them, because she doesn't see them doing anything about the wasps. Then.... I wished there'd been a table there so I could have kicked Thomas underneath it. He just kept poking and poking and the moon was full and....
Nieve then tasked me with running down all the visions for the city garou (HOLY SHIT!!!!). Thomas kept verbally poking the two garou with a stick, and then Flint--who I'd not been watching so much as he was largely not engaged in the conversation--suddenly looked like he was about to utterly lose it. Nieve told us to go and I backed up a bit and ran for it, leaving her to deal with a mentally unstable garou on the verge of frenzy in the middle of the park. Jesus mother of Mary, I think that kid might have almost killed Thomas. Or me. Or half the park. Shit, shit, shit. Nick? You are rubbing shoulders with them too goddamn much. They will /kill/ you--even by accident.
I think the shakes disappeared before I crashed really late that night. The next morning, I sent out e-mail to the Walkers requesting they e-mail me their dreams, that Nieve asked me to do this while the tribe's galliards were preoccupied with a vampire (I lied a bit to save Flint embarrassment), and that I'd ask them in person but the moon was full and I didn't feel comfortable around them then. And then a follow-up e-mail requesting that someone feed, water, and walk that momma hybrid wolf-dog (wow, someone needs to name it--but that's just going to lead to emotional attachment when she gets re-homed or shipped off somewhere or whatever the garou do with wolf hybrid dogs with puppies) while I was avoiding the tenement.
Thursday evening I popped over to the park on the way back from checking that Val's apartment was still intact, collecting the mail, running the taps (rust-water is gross), rotating which lights were on, and changing two lightbulbs that'd burned out. Aaron was in the park, sloshed a bit--apparently something he does during the full moon to control his anger. I asked him about visions and he shared the one he'd had with me. New one to me. He soon left (thank god), and Thomas arrived.
Thomas looked smug and complimented me on my brilliance, to which I had to ask how I'd been brilliant. He explained that he'd gone out to Kent Crossing, talked to the wasps, and successfully relocated a bunch of the smaller hives back into the forest. In a nutshell, what I'd theorized about the visions yesterday--right before Flint inadvertently nearly exploded and tried to kill me--appeared to be correct. I suggested to Thomas that he tell Nieve about his finding. He thought Kavi might be better as he and Nieve didn't seem to be getting along well. (Imagine that!) And then I mentioned Ciuraq as a possibility. (Thomas said Ciuraq already knew what Thomas was.) I also recommended that he not do any more, let the garou handle it (as it's their territory and they might take offense at Thomas doing things that might directly or indirectly affect their caern), and downplay things so he didn't hurt their egos. Thomas then talked about how Foxes are egotistical by default, how they weren't around until /after/ the War of Rage, and that they had a purpose for Gaia--though he didn't actually explain what that purpose was. I was tempted to loiter longer, but I had things to do that coming night.
It'd been a week, so it was safe to use my talisman again. I headed back to the Walker's territory in the woods, crossed over to the spirit world after checking to see that the coast was clear, and fire to a brush pile so I could practice defensive magics--creating kinetic shields and dispersing and redirecting kinetic energies. (Force pushes, more or less.) I used the energy from the fire, converted it to kinetic energy to lift rocks high up in the air, dropped the effect to let the rock fall, then tried shielding and redirecting the kinetic energy before impact with the ground. That gave me some good experience, and I feel a little more comfortable that I /might/ be able to defend myself from someone who might, say, frenzy and come flying at me with murderous intent. I practiced until I'd gone through two more brush piles. I need to practice this more. Maybe I can get good enough to hold back or push back multiple attackers eventually? Not likely anytime soon, though. I think that level of complexity is beyond me.
Crossed back over. Camped out in the cave again as there was a sprinkle of rain that was falling at the time. Slept fitfully. Kept waking up thinking there was a crinos at the cave's entrance. Managed to walk the perimeter of the valley--no signs of anything unusual thereabouts. And headed for home. I think I'll take the rest of the day off to catch up on my sleep and reading. I wish I had a bathtub. Today would be a good day to soak in a hot, full tub.
