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Friday morning I went out to Harbor Park to meditate, eyeball the umbra there (so tempted to just cross over into the glade when no garou is present so I can examine the node from that side), and keep an eye on the park. Emma showed up, griped about cubs, and we commiserated about how we'd both been less-than-ideal teenagers--but grew out of it. (Well, I like to think I grew out of it.) Emma told me to keep this quiet, but she's apparently talked to Topsy about challenging for rank, and Topsy is poking around to see what people think. Emma seems to think she has the experience and deeds, but when she left here to go to the Amazon, a lot of the local people here left, so not many of those remaining know of her past deeds. And all the stuff she did in the Amazon? They know about it down there, but pretty much no one here knows about it. Her only hope is that the garou communicate well.
She's so fucked.
Emma was chilled by the cold weather, so we parkoured our way from the park to the tenement lobby, where we ran into Thomas, Sewall, and a new guy--John. John.... Yeah. Dressed in 17th Century attire? And a Silver Fang? And an ahroun? And talking about Mario Cart? I don't trust his mental stability. Definitely keep my distance from him, especially on fuller moons. From the conversation, it sounded like John had been around for nearly two weeks and.... The Silver Fangs were clearly in a state of flux and had a leadership vacuum. Sewall more or less just said that he's the new elder and that was that. (Yeah. The garou have a /monumental/ communication problem.)
At one point, John mentioned how he'd been sent here because the sept has a reputation of being non-traditional--or perhaps a place for rejects and misfits. Emma and I ended up defending the sept and... Dear god, I think I actually have a little bit of "hometown pride" in the local garou.
She's so fucked.
Emma was chilled by the cold weather, so we parkoured our way from the park to the tenement lobby, where we ran into Thomas, Sewall, and a new guy--John. John.... Yeah. Dressed in 17th Century attire? And a Silver Fang? And an ahroun? And talking about Mario Cart? I don't trust his mental stability. Definitely keep my distance from him, especially on fuller moons. From the conversation, it sounded like John had been around for nearly two weeks and.... The Silver Fangs were clearly in a state of flux and had a leadership vacuum. Sewall more or less just said that he's the new elder and that was that. (Yeah. The garou have a /monumental/ communication problem.)
At one point, John mentioned how he'd been sent here because the sept has a reputation of being non-traditional--or perhaps a place for rejects and misfits. Emma and I ended up defending the sept and... Dear god, I think I actually have a little bit of "hometown pride" in the local garou.
