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Nick "Nicodemus" Dalton ([personal profile] nick_garou) wrote2012-11-14 04:30 am
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A new garou, glass doors, secret houses, the Greek House, a lupus cub, and some mind rape.

Tuesday evening I dropped by Edgewood with a bag of groceries and ran into Ky and Charlene--the latter I hadn't met before. She's a Galliard Black Fury who apparently plays the guitar, was Rited at the sept earlier, left for Texas, and came back in the past week or two. Ky... seemed to be having a conversation with himself at times. Ancestor spirits or dementation? (Honestly, I shouldn't cast stones given my own past.) Charlene offered to act as bodyguard for me at the Greek House while I fixed the door there (which apparently gets broken a lot), We headed out, me giving her a lift in my yellow 2003 Toyota MR2, which I just decided to name "Old Yeller."

On the drive over, Charlene asked about how I'd gone about getting the van registered to a shell company, and then she asked if I could do the same for her in registering a house--and to not tell any garou about the house because she wanted to keep it a secret. Naturally, I had to ask for more details. She said it was for sheltering abandoned women. I then (perhaps a little pointedly) asked if the other Furies would know about it, and she said no. At that point, I knew something was up. I made a note to poke about in Charlene's head later to tease out the real reason for what she's wanting to do. I mean, really, what was I supposed to do? Tell the garou sitting in the passenger seat right next to me that she was full of shit and hope for the best? No. Effin'. Way.

We made it to the Greek House and I got to work putting the door back together again. Right  as I was about to finish, April and another garou cub--Twitch--came in. Twitch went to human form and poked at me while I worked. Annoying, but... let the curious Fury cub poke the male Walker kin (slash warper) while he's working inside the Furies' house. Thankfully, no one fired off their annoying dog-magic at me: that was refreshing, even though I was braced for it. After I finished up, Twitch and I interacted a little bit under April's supervision. Then Ex showed up.

Ex is still a wreck, still wearing the gloves I gave her, but she seems a little more coherent. She's full of accusations--and it sounds like the werewolves used some kind of mind magic on her and weren't terribly subtle about it. I didn't think it was possible to simultaneously fear and pity someone  as much as I fear and pity Ex. They're going to kill her. Eventually. Unless something gets better. Her time is running out. Things were heated between April and Ex, so I left. I drove to the tenement to drop off Mouse's spinal brace and head home. During the drive, I decided I might as well poke around in Ex's head to see if there's any insights I could pass along to the garou. That night, I pulled up in a McDonald's restaurant parking lot in KC that wasn't terribly far off from the Fury House. I reached out with Correspondence and Mind and Entropy to poke at both Charlene and Ex's minds. I couldn't find Charlene's--maybe she stepped out?--but I did find Ex's. She's--obviously--mentally ill from the torment (dear god the shit and pain she's been through). Deep-rooted paranoia, so the garou making it obvious that they've mind-probed her really set her back and created more trust issues. (Note to self: ask someone about what kind of mind-probe they used on Ex in the event they want to use it on me in the future. The "tough love" training she's getting seems to be sticking, but the "tough love" approach to dealing with her mental/social shortcomings is definitely, definitely, definitely not the way to go. She needs a gentle approach there, or, like a snail, she'll suck herself back into her protective shell and go nowhere. If I had more skill at Mind magick, I bet I could fix her. But... I don't. God, I feel so bad for her. And so helpless to do anything. Maybe I could share my insights with Riley, as she seems to be doing a lot of work with her. Maybe one of the things I can do for Ex is convince Riley to give her more time to heal, recover, and trust.

Seriously, seriously, seriously FUCKED UP dreams tonight. I keep waking up from nightmares where I'm being imprisoned and tortured by people and things. I'm totally knackered, but knackered--honestly--is better than sleeping if that's what's waiting for me in my dreams. God. Damn.