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Woke up yesterday to a couple texts from Charley. Sounded like he'd witnessed a garou attack and kill a vampire. I have to admit I had a "panicked mom" instant and was in my new(ish) Porsche Cayenne before I knew it, Skipped the breakfast of cigarettes, cherry pie, and coffee at the Twin Peak's diner just outside of Seattle, too. We met up at the park--it didn't sound as critical as I'd initially thought--and talked. He's safe: no one saw him, no one suspects anything, no one hurt him. Whew. Apparently the garou who killed the vampire was Kyler. Ky. One of the Shadow Lords. Charley and I got to talking,and he mentioned how Ky seemed to revel in the kill, then act as if it were an everyday event--and how that kind of shocked Charley. I mentioned how Charley--as Silver Fang kinfolk--could have easily turned out violent like the garou if fate hadn't intervened on his behalf and made him a warper instead. Charley seemed to think he'd have just made for a terrible garou, but I suspect that--caught early enough and indoctrinated--he might have drank the werewolves' kool-aid. Speaking of drinking, I ought to have a chat with Charley about drinking to excess in public, too. Get blasted in private if you must.
Speaking of private, we had a pair of kids interrupt our conversation and try and pick Charley's pocket. Charley caught the guy. Desperate kids, honestly. I traded them 60 bucks for the two boxes of Twinkies they had. (Ugh. I hate Twinkies.) They'd better find a place to get out of the cold before winter really sets in. I pointed them at the homeless shelter and the hostel, but they acted like they were unwanted there. Later, after they left, Charley said the one guy had the look of panic and rage about him--as if he might be a garou. I'd scanned the girl earlier--she'd been oogling the fountain and it reminded me of when Peter Kenward first discovered me, a little lost and unknowing mage, doing the same thing--but she was normal. Hadn't bothered with the guy, though. Of course, sometimes I miss things, too. Missed that black wolf that the Walkers took in as being a garou when she later turned out to be one. I suppose it's also possible that maybe garou don't show up until they've firsted? Like kin don't show up at all? Scary thought, that. Still, I gave the girl my PI card and told her to call me if they decided they needed help. Charley and I were nice to them once, so maybe, when things get more desperate, they'll ask for help and I can get them into a shelter. Until then, no point in shoving round pegs into square holes. Frankly, I doubt I'll ever see either of them again. Hope they move on instead of trying to make it on the streets in the winter here. Go south.
LOLcat was all over me last night: I think he missed me. Also, he puked on the futon. Lovely.
Speaking of private, we had a pair of kids interrupt our conversation and try and pick Charley's pocket. Charley caught the guy. Desperate kids, honestly. I traded them 60 bucks for the two boxes of Twinkies they had. (Ugh. I hate Twinkies.) They'd better find a place to get out of the cold before winter really sets in. I pointed them at the homeless shelter and the hostel, but they acted like they were unwanted there. Later, after they left, Charley said the one guy had the look of panic and rage about him--as if he might be a garou. I'd scanned the girl earlier--she'd been oogling the fountain and it reminded me of when Peter Kenward first discovered me, a little lost and unknowing mage, doing the same thing--but she was normal. Hadn't bothered with the guy, though. Of course, sometimes I miss things, too. Missed that black wolf that the Walkers took in as being a garou when she later turned out to be one. I suppose it's also possible that maybe garou don't show up until they've firsted? Like kin don't show up at all? Scary thought, that. Still, I gave the girl my PI card and told her to call me if they decided they needed help. Charley and I were nice to them once, so maybe, when things get more desperate, they'll ask for help and I can get them into a shelter. Until then, no point in shoving round pegs into square holes. Frankly, I doubt I'll ever see either of them again. Hope they move on instead of trying to make it on the streets in the winter here. Go south.
LOLcat was all over me last night: I think he missed me. Also, he puked on the futon. Lovely.
