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The three climbing ropes I'd ordered came in the other night, so Tuesday morning I took them over to the Walker safehouse, put knots in them, tied them off on the roof, and coiled them up so they're ready to just throw over the side and go down. I figure it might be a welcome alternative to the leap-and-splat plan. That might work for garou (assuming they have the time to shift and heal), but not so much for kinfolk who might be in the apartment complex--assuming there's no means of evacuating from the ground floor. I posted signs about the new rooftop escape route on the elevator and the ground floor stairwell. Done and done.
While I was posting up signs in the lobby, Flint, Thomas, and Slug were there. Flint was pissed at Thomas for having messed with Riley. (See? I knew that'd come back to haunt him.) As the two continued talking, I slowly realized that Thomas and Riley had gotten into it AGAIN. This time at the pool hall / bar, and Thomas had done something to her that made her sick and weak (but she recovered eventually). Sounded like Riley might have started it this time around, but Thomas certainly finished it. Flint got flustered, walked off, and eventually came back--but isolated himself by staring at the security feed and having headphones on.
Slug got to asking Thomas about the Kitsune's take on how it all started and what came before wolves and foxes and humans. Thomas pretty much said no one knew. Slug had a clever suggestion: asking a /thing/ that'd been there before. (Kind of like dendrochronology being a way of reconstruting what the larger weather patters were like in a given area long ago when there was no one there to observe/record it.) Thomas claimed that there were new ages that happened every so often, and that there'd be more. It's all about change. Entropy. And people--and I guess Garou as well--fear it. Even though it's the most natural of things. Systems become unbalanced, fail, collapse, and restart with a catalyst. The Garou's Apocalypse? They're making a mountain of a molehill. The universe keeps spinning. (That's not to say that we ought to charge recklessly into the future doing things we know will fuck things up, though.)
That evening, I got a call from Riley that she had a tip on Naomi's whereabouts, so I went off to join her. After walking the streets for a while, we ran across Naomi, the great unknown, and I fired off a text to Val--who'd also joined in the hunt. Had a sit down chit-chat with her. Nothing terribly exciting, though Val showed up in raven form and got a little too close--then I realized why she had when her gift went off again as she tried sensing Naomi again to see what she was. She still came up empty. I hadn't wanted to do it, not in public and not in front of Riley, but I opened up my senses and ever so gently scanned Naomi. She didn't register as a mage, per se, but there was definitely some True Magick about her: Life, Mind, and Spirit. (Maybe I'd flubbed sensing her? It wouldn't be the first time that kind of thing had happened.) Maybe someone put a spell on her? Or she's being affected by a potent combination of magick that touches on Life, Spirit, and Mind? Past resonance? Maybe she'd been badly injured on a recent tour, near death, and a mage went vulgar, put her back together with some powerful magic, and wiped her memory of it? That'd be some powerful ju-ju from a powerful mage.
Working the effect... Coincidental and subtle as it was, it clearly wasn't my day. Paradox hit me and twisted me up inside. I blamed it on stomach problems from undercooked pork for breakfast--as good an excuse as any--and exited to the nearest bathroom to go vomit and ride out the sudden pain and nausea. I'm really starting to appreciate both my sanctum and the spirit world: best places to work magic. Too bad they can't simply be carried with me in my pocket. By the the paradox had burned off (the cool tiles in the bathroom would have been tempting if it had not been a public restroom--gross), Naomi'd left and Val and Riley were just leaving. Apparently they got nowhere with her and still knew about as much as I did--which was not a whole lot. However, I'd managed to slip her my card and recommend meeting up at the Oriental Regency for lunch tomorrow. Riley cautioned me, saying that there were lots of supernatural things out there.
Yes, Riley. I know. :/
God, I hate lying. But it's for the best.
While I was posting up signs in the lobby, Flint, Thomas, and Slug were there. Flint was pissed at Thomas for having messed with Riley. (See? I knew that'd come back to haunt him.) As the two continued talking, I slowly realized that Thomas and Riley had gotten into it AGAIN. This time at the pool hall / bar, and Thomas had done something to her that made her sick and weak (but she recovered eventually). Sounded like Riley might have started it this time around, but Thomas certainly finished it. Flint got flustered, walked off, and eventually came back--but isolated himself by staring at the security feed and having headphones on.
Slug got to asking Thomas about the Kitsune's take on how it all started and what came before wolves and foxes and humans. Thomas pretty much said no one knew. Slug had a clever suggestion: asking a /thing/ that'd been there before. (Kind of like dendrochronology being a way of reconstruting what the larger weather patters were like in a given area long ago when there was no one there to observe/record it.) Thomas claimed that there were new ages that happened every so often, and that there'd be more. It's all about change. Entropy. And people--and I guess Garou as well--fear it. Even though it's the most natural of things. Systems become unbalanced, fail, collapse, and restart with a catalyst. The Garou's Apocalypse? They're making a mountain of a molehill. The universe keeps spinning. (That's not to say that we ought to charge recklessly into the future doing things we know will fuck things up, though.)
That evening, I got a call from Riley that she had a tip on Naomi's whereabouts, so I went off to join her. After walking the streets for a while, we ran across Naomi, the great unknown, and I fired off a text to Val--who'd also joined in the hunt. Had a sit down chit-chat with her. Nothing terribly exciting, though Val showed up in raven form and got a little too close--then I realized why she had when her gift went off again as she tried sensing Naomi again to see what she was. She still came up empty. I hadn't wanted to do it, not in public and not in front of Riley, but I opened up my senses and ever so gently scanned Naomi. She didn't register as a mage, per se, but there was definitely some True Magick about her: Life, Mind, and Spirit. (Maybe I'd flubbed sensing her? It wouldn't be the first time that kind of thing had happened.) Maybe someone put a spell on her? Or she's being affected by a potent combination of magick that touches on Life, Spirit, and Mind? Past resonance? Maybe she'd been badly injured on a recent tour, near death, and a mage went vulgar, put her back together with some powerful magic, and wiped her memory of it? That'd be some powerful ju-ju from a powerful mage.
Working the effect... Coincidental and subtle as it was, it clearly wasn't my day. Paradox hit me and twisted me up inside. I blamed it on stomach problems from undercooked pork for breakfast--as good an excuse as any--and exited to the nearest bathroom to go vomit and ride out the sudden pain and nausea. I'm really starting to appreciate both my sanctum and the spirit world: best places to work magic. Too bad they can't simply be carried with me in my pocket. By the the paradox had burned off (the cool tiles in the bathroom would have been tempting if it had not been a public restroom--gross), Naomi'd left and Val and Riley were just leaving. Apparently they got nowhere with her and still knew about as much as I did--which was not a whole lot. However, I'd managed to slip her my card and recommend meeting up at the Oriental Regency for lunch tomorrow. Riley cautioned me, saying that there were lots of supernatural things out there.
Yes, Riley. I know. :/
God, I hate lying. But it's for the best.
