Nick "Nicodemus" Dalton (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nick_garou) wrote2012-08-29 06:43 pm
nick_garou) wrote2012-08-29 06:43 pm
What do I stand for? Most nights, I don't know anymore.
I met up with Carmen at a coffee shop this past weekend. Scanned her. (She's clean and not a fake-kin vampiric were-mongoose or anything oddball like Thomas is. Or, come to think of it, me.) Took her to the tenement so she'd know where the Walker base of operations was. And Mouse was there. I gave her the nickle-priced update on what she missed: tribe's in shambles, vampire, bawn's still a mess, Flint's utterly dysfunctional, pack of domestic wolves on the 1st floor that've shit all over the apartment, and welcome back!
Had to cut it short because I needed to get out to the woods and, really, we couldn't /talk/ talk with Carmen standing there. I think Carmen's a great addition. I should pick her brain for security ideas. She seems a little awkward around people, though. I hope they didn't do something crazy like raise her in a kennel or something. God knows with the garou.
Dragging the plastic tub to the cave in the Walker's wilderness territory was a bitch. It took three times longer to make the hike and I was pretty exhausted when I finally made it that evening. So exhausted I just pulled the sleeping bag and pillow out of the tub, laid it on the cave's floor, and went to sleep.
Note to self: next time, before going to sleep, remember to apply DEET. Goddamn mosquitoes ate me alive.
I spent the next morning hiking the full perimeter of the valley, getting to know the terrain better, and looking for anything out of the ordinary. Everything looked fine, honestly. Then I took a loooooong nap in the cave (with deet on this time) until just before sunset. (It's nice how I can always wake up when I want to--courtesy of Time magic.) So when night fell, I was ready and excited. I used my talisman (should I name that thing?) to cross over to the astral plane, set a brush pile alight, and worked on flying--specifically adding finesse and speed. After about an hour's practice, I was feeling pretty comfortable. I even ventured up higher--up to about 100'--though I kept over the tops of the pine trees in case I flubbed something. Fortunately I didn't. The rest of the night I spent working with subtle Forces magic--telekinesis mostly--moving small objects to and fro while spirit watching. One started paying attention to me. A deer spirit, I think. And I tried that mental "shoo" technique, involving Mind magic, and it shooed off without my mind exploding like what happened when I tried the same thing on a Chimera spirit. (Note to self: be cautious using Mind magick on Chimeras.)
For a finale, I set one last fire ablaze, got it good and hot, and then tried to use Forces to lift a big-ass boulder. Like the size of a truck boulder. It didn't budge. Yoda lied: Size does matter. In fact, Yoda was having great difficulties using Forces on large, heavy objects. The scene in Episode II where he prevents a pillar from crushing himself? He was sweating that. Size matters not? My ass it doesn't. After I put the fire out, I crossed back over, caught a few z's, then hiked out. I left the plastic tote full of camping gear in the cave so I don't have to pack all kinds of crap in and out--especially with winter coming where the gear gets heavier.
Later that day I was running an errand and wasn't too far from the Bone Gnawers' hangout. I picked up a bag full of egg rolls from a Chinese restaurant and dropped by in the hope of catching someone else who'd had visions. Emma was there, so I got her account. Maddie, Lefty, and Topsy were there, too. There seemed to be talk about maybe some kind of raid going on between Topsy and Emma. I'll ask her about it later. (If she drops what's going on when and where, maybe they'll get a little unexpected luck/help.) We all talked visions. Topsy shared hers and another from a former member of the sept here: Rat-Tale. (Gross name.) She also loaned me a notebook.
The notebook... It's going to take me a few days to go through all this information with a close read. First glance? This is a complex series of musings on the waxing and waning (swing-like anyone?) of mystical places of power. First order of business is to scan the whole thing in, then teach an OCR reader to translate the letters to text so I can produce a much more legible copy. That'll take me a good day to accomplish. Looks like this was written by someone called Follows-Falcon-on-Shadow's-Wings. If that's not a garou deed name, someone should smack me on the ass and call me Susan. This is definitely sanctum business. Topsy is probably going to want this notebook back, too. I wouldn't be shocked if there were mages out there who wouldn kill to have this notebook's contents--and a garou just handed it to me.
Shut up, conscience. Just. Shut. The. Hell. Up.
Had to cut it short because I needed to get out to the woods and, really, we couldn't /talk/ talk with Carmen standing there. I think Carmen's a great addition. I should pick her brain for security ideas. She seems a little awkward around people, though. I hope they didn't do something crazy like raise her in a kennel or something. God knows with the garou.
Dragging the plastic tub to the cave in the Walker's wilderness territory was a bitch. It took three times longer to make the hike and I was pretty exhausted when I finally made it that evening. So exhausted I just pulled the sleeping bag and pillow out of the tub, laid it on the cave's floor, and went to sleep.
Note to self: next time, before going to sleep, remember to apply DEET. Goddamn mosquitoes ate me alive.
I spent the next morning hiking the full perimeter of the valley, getting to know the terrain better, and looking for anything out of the ordinary. Everything looked fine, honestly. Then I took a loooooong nap in the cave (with deet on this time) until just before sunset. (It's nice how I can always wake up when I want to--courtesy of Time magic.) So when night fell, I was ready and excited. I used my talisman (should I name that thing?) to cross over to the astral plane, set a brush pile alight, and worked on flying--specifically adding finesse and speed. After about an hour's practice, I was feeling pretty comfortable. I even ventured up higher--up to about 100'--though I kept over the tops of the pine trees in case I flubbed something. Fortunately I didn't. The rest of the night I spent working with subtle Forces magic--telekinesis mostly--moving small objects to and fro while spirit watching. One started paying attention to me. A deer spirit, I think. And I tried that mental "shoo" technique, involving Mind magic, and it shooed off without my mind exploding like what happened when I tried the same thing on a Chimera spirit. (Note to self: be cautious using Mind magick on Chimeras.)
For a finale, I set one last fire ablaze, got it good and hot, and then tried to use Forces to lift a big-ass boulder. Like the size of a truck boulder. It didn't budge. Yoda lied: Size does matter. In fact, Yoda was having great difficulties using Forces on large, heavy objects. The scene in Episode II where he prevents a pillar from crushing himself? He was sweating that. Size matters not? My ass it doesn't. After I put the fire out, I crossed back over, caught a few z's, then hiked out. I left the plastic tote full of camping gear in the cave so I don't have to pack all kinds of crap in and out--especially with winter coming where the gear gets heavier.
Later that day I was running an errand and wasn't too far from the Bone Gnawers' hangout. I picked up a bag full of egg rolls from a Chinese restaurant and dropped by in the hope of catching someone else who'd had visions. Emma was there, so I got her account. Maddie, Lefty, and Topsy were there, too. There seemed to be talk about maybe some kind of raid going on between Topsy and Emma. I'll ask her about it later. (If she drops what's going on when and where, maybe they'll get a little unexpected luck/help.) We all talked visions. Topsy shared hers and another from a former member of the sept here: Rat-Tale. (Gross name.) She also loaned me a notebook.
The notebook... It's going to take me a few days to go through all this information with a close read. First glance? This is a complex series of musings on the waxing and waning (swing-like anyone?) of mystical places of power. First order of business is to scan the whole thing in, then teach an OCR reader to translate the letters to text so I can produce a much more legible copy. That'll take me a good day to accomplish. Looks like this was written by someone called Follows-Falcon-on-Shadow's-Wings. If that's not a garou deed name, someone should smack me on the ass and call me Susan. This is definitely sanctum business. Topsy is probably going to want this notebook back, too. I wouldn't be shocked if there were mages out there who wouldn kill to have this notebook's contents--and a garou just handed it to me.
Shut up, conscience. Just. Shut. The. Hell. Up.