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Ran into Naomi this past Friday in Target. She was shopping for apartment stuff--looks like she's getting stationed here instead of getting transferred elsewhere. Naturally I had a cart full of frozen pizza and cases of Coke (for the garou) and about 5 gallons of lighter fluid (for me to play with fire later). You know, the usual purchases. :/ She ran into another Army buddy--Jon--while we were talking. She seems pretty normal, despite being in Spec Ops doing classified stuff. Apparently her nickname is "Glitch." Ha. I know that feeling oh-so-well. We'd bumped into each other on three separate occasions, so we finally got around to trading phone numbers. Seems like the world wants our paths to cross. That or she's bad news and stalking me. I wonder if the Army Spec Ops folks have groups of Hunters working for the neo-Inquisition? Now there's a scary thought. Still have no idea what she is--and I didn't even Look(tm) at her to see what was up with her magical essence--or the magical essence placed upon her.
Got a weird text from Mouse Friday night. Something about Riley and Edgewood. It wasn't particularly coherent and I'd been soaking in the hot tub reading my Kindle at the time, so missed seeing the text by about 12 hours (because I went to bed afterwards and noticed the text on Saturday morning--oops). Went to talk with Mouse Sunday in the park--moon's way too full for going to the Tenement unless the place is on fire or there's BSDs trying to eat me outside. It turns out that Riley'd fermented some bawn fruit to make alcohol (and here I'd just made popsicles) to get the wasps drunk. (Actually, a couple police officers had done that back in the spring last year. Val and I covered that up.) It'd worked. So she then experimented with awakening the stuff and giving it to the wasps. They went ape-shit and stung the fire out of her. It was at the point where she seemed to be violently shifting her body between boy and girl (and maybe other things). Mouse got called in, tried to stabilize her at 'male' by performing a rite of cleansing, but manage to just negate the 'rubber banding' effect. Honestly? With the stuff Riley was playing with? She's lucky she didn't end up as some kind of hybridized chicken-rabbit.
Mouse gave me a vial of the wasps' venom (apparently combined a little with Riley-spit) to see what I could make of it. I'm excited about poking around with the stuff: I hope Mouse doesn't want this back. This'll be going in the "special collection" in the sanctum.
Brad showed up then, and there was some idle chatter. (Good idea about finding a large deserted parking lot and having some offensive/defensive/evasive driving lessons for the kin--and possibly some garou, too.) Then Mouse got a call.
Flint's dead. God dammit. Drove Mouse out to Edgewood, and I stayed by the car. There were several garou loitering around the meadow area, and Ky blew a gasket when Mouse arrived, screaming about how she couldn't take Flint just because Mouse didn't approve of his Shadow Lord packmates. (Because Flint's death is all about you?) I think Ky's going to get rejected from the PI job running. Mouse and him started doing that staredown thing, then Alexandra went to crinos, charged in, and... I fired up some Forces magic to help strengthen and fortify Mouse should things come to blows--I figured I could pull that off coincidentally and subtly. (It worked!) Not about to lose two tribemates in the same night. Mouse and Elliot got Alexandra to the ground and calmed down. I got back into the relative safety of the car and kept watch from there.
Eventually, Mouse came back to the car with Flint's body wrapped up and ready for transport. She directed me to a bunker instead of the Tenement--don't show the vampires that we lost one. And we put his body in a freezer that Mouse'd had installed there. Drove Mouse back to the tenement then and dropped her off.
Autopilot mode. I don't want to think about this. Not yet. Mouse, I think, was doing the same thing.
The next day, Val shared with my her memories of what happened via Mind Speaking. She didn't see Flint die, but the carnage and afterwards....It was worse than the worst homicide I'd ever worked in the SCPD.
This. This is the stuff of nightmares.
Got a weird text from Mouse Friday night. Something about Riley and Edgewood. It wasn't particularly coherent and I'd been soaking in the hot tub reading my Kindle at the time, so missed seeing the text by about 12 hours (because I went to bed afterwards and noticed the text on Saturday morning--oops). Went to talk with Mouse Sunday in the park--moon's way too full for going to the Tenement unless the place is on fire or there's BSDs trying to eat me outside. It turns out that Riley'd fermented some bawn fruit to make alcohol (and here I'd just made popsicles) to get the wasps drunk. (Actually, a couple police officers had done that back in the spring last year. Val and I covered that up.) It'd worked. So she then experimented with awakening the stuff and giving it to the wasps. They went ape-shit and stung the fire out of her. It was at the point where she seemed to be violently shifting her body between boy and girl (and maybe other things). Mouse got called in, tried to stabilize her at 'male' by performing a rite of cleansing, but manage to just negate the 'rubber banding' effect. Honestly? With the stuff Riley was playing with? She's lucky she didn't end up as some kind of hybridized chicken-rabbit.
Mouse gave me a vial of the wasps' venom (apparently combined a little with Riley-spit) to see what I could make of it. I'm excited about poking around with the stuff: I hope Mouse doesn't want this back. This'll be going in the "special collection" in the sanctum.
Brad showed up then, and there was some idle chatter. (Good idea about finding a large deserted parking lot and having some offensive/defensive/evasive driving lessons for the kin--and possibly some garou, too.) Then Mouse got a call.
Flint's dead. God dammit. Drove Mouse out to Edgewood, and I stayed by the car. There were several garou loitering around the meadow area, and Ky blew a gasket when Mouse arrived, screaming about how she couldn't take Flint just because Mouse didn't approve of his Shadow Lord packmates. (Because Flint's death is all about you?) I think Ky's going to get rejected from the PI job running. Mouse and him started doing that staredown thing, then Alexandra went to crinos, charged in, and... I fired up some Forces magic to help strengthen and fortify Mouse should things come to blows--I figured I could pull that off coincidentally and subtly. (It worked!) Not about to lose two tribemates in the same night. Mouse and Elliot got Alexandra to the ground and calmed down. I got back into the relative safety of the car and kept watch from there.
Eventually, Mouse came back to the car with Flint's body wrapped up and ready for transport. She directed me to a bunker instead of the Tenement--don't show the vampires that we lost one. And we put his body in a freezer that Mouse'd had installed there. Drove Mouse back to the tenement then and dropped her off.
Autopilot mode. I don't want to think about this. Not yet. Mouse, I think, was doing the same thing.
The next day, Val shared with my her memories of what happened via Mind Speaking. She didn't see Flint die, but the carnage and afterwards....It was worse than the worst homicide I'd ever worked in the SCPD.
This. This is the stuff of nightmares.
