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Bumped into Mr. Lee, the Fox shifter, a few days ago. Told him I'd heard he was sheltering Duke, the new--and TRULY lost--cub I met earlier at Edgewood, and we discussed his prospects. I told him that if Duke wasn't so eager to do violence, and if I were less ethical, I'd be tempted to take him in and mold him into sort of a werewolf familiar-slash(ha ha)-bodyguard. Having my own personal Were-Thug(tm) at my beck and call would be nice. If it were remotely practical or ethical. I don't think it is. I did tell Mr. Lee though that even though I doubt that the garou would just turn Duke over to him to raise and train, I thought he'd be more than capable of doing so. He took that as a grand compliment. I guess it kind of is, isn't it?
I bumped into that Becky character in the park later. She picked a McDonald's bag out of the trash and started eating it. Gross. Offered me some. Double gross. She said she hated food being wasted. I can understand that, but are we personally responsible for the behaviors of others? No. I suspect that's what she tells herself to feel better about not having the means of getting fresh food instead of "recycling" leftovers for free. I don't know what it is about Becky, but.... I just do not trust her one bit.
Last night I ran into Val and Riley in the park. I could tell that they were not talking to each other. Riley? She'd bitched about Val the whole ride back to St. Claire. Truth be told, I was a little pissed off at her, too. Anger isn't so /central/ to my life, though. Not like it seems to be for the garou, at least. Riley was about to walk off, avoiding Val, and I got her to agree to stash her bags (she'd had a /serious/ shopping splurge recently--retail therapy?) in my Porsche, then convinced her to go talk with Val. She did. Grievances aired out. She was pissed at Val for being reckless, not sharing information, nearly getting Rai killed, and.... then it spilled out over onto me. I got accused of simply not telling Riley what I could do and for keeping secrets. (Told her I'd have a sit-down with her when the moon got a little fuller. I think it might have been Riley's moon.) It seemed like a good, needed vent for Riley. Why the garou have to vent at people like that rather than, say, a video game?
Hell. In hindsight? Come to think of it? They /do/ vent at video games all the time up on the 5th floor of the tenement. The rage just bubbles all over and gets on everything. Jesus. All the more reason for me to be calm and balance things out.
Which, frankly, I then failed at.
With Riley having said her piece to Val before storming off, I laid into Val. She risked herself--and that's fine. I do the same thing all the time. But then, when she got in over her head and called for help, she withheld information when she called for help. The stormcrow spirit she sent to get aid? Didn't give details as to the number of fomori. Or humans. Or tainted humans. Or their weapons. Or Val's condition. Rai took a bullet to the brain right off the bat. Hell, I nearly got mauled by a fomor. Lack of information hurt us, and it could have gotten one or more of us killed in trying to help Val.
Val made excuses for her spirit buddy, and then I lost it. I told her that if she ever sends out a call for help again and uses that spirit, it'd better spill its guts or I'd rip the information out of its body or mind--whatever it took. Spirit "protocols" be damned. Val looked positively mortified. Probably because she knows I could do precisely that.
I left to go cool off and tend to a work-related emergency, then swung by the park again later that evening. Val was there and Clarice showed up, too. Clarice then started blaming Val for Rai having gotten shot and me having nearly gotten "splatted." I claimed that my nearly getting splatted was my own fault for paying too much attention to the fight and not my immediate surroundings. (Which is pretty close to the truth. Technically speaking.) So... I think I got Val off the hook for me, but not Rai.
I bumped into that Becky character in the park later. She picked a McDonald's bag out of the trash and started eating it. Gross. Offered me some. Double gross. She said she hated food being wasted. I can understand that, but are we personally responsible for the behaviors of others? No. I suspect that's what she tells herself to feel better about not having the means of getting fresh food instead of "recycling" leftovers for free. I don't know what it is about Becky, but.... I just do not trust her one bit.
Last night I ran into Val and Riley in the park. I could tell that they were not talking to each other. Riley? She'd bitched about Val the whole ride back to St. Claire. Truth be told, I was a little pissed off at her, too. Anger isn't so /central/ to my life, though. Not like it seems to be for the garou, at least. Riley was about to walk off, avoiding Val, and I got her to agree to stash her bags (she'd had a /serious/ shopping splurge recently--retail therapy?) in my Porsche, then convinced her to go talk with Val. She did. Grievances aired out. She was pissed at Val for being reckless, not sharing information, nearly getting Rai killed, and.... then it spilled out over onto me. I got accused of simply not telling Riley what I could do and for keeping secrets. (Told her I'd have a sit-down with her when the moon got a little fuller. I think it might have been Riley's moon.) It seemed like a good, needed vent for Riley. Why the garou have to vent at people like that rather than, say, a video game?
Hell. In hindsight? Come to think of it? They /do/ vent at video games all the time up on the 5th floor of the tenement. The rage just bubbles all over and gets on everything. Jesus. All the more reason for me to be calm and balance things out.
Which, frankly, I then failed at.
With Riley having said her piece to Val before storming off, I laid into Val. She risked herself--and that's fine. I do the same thing all the time. But then, when she got in over her head and called for help, she withheld information when she called for help. The stormcrow spirit she sent to get aid? Didn't give details as to the number of fomori. Or humans. Or tainted humans. Or their weapons. Or Val's condition. Rai took a bullet to the brain right off the bat. Hell, I nearly got mauled by a fomor. Lack of information hurt us, and it could have gotten one or more of us killed in trying to help Val.
Val made excuses for her spirit buddy, and then I lost it. I told her that if she ever sends out a call for help again and uses that spirit, it'd better spill its guts or I'd rip the information out of its body or mind--whatever it took. Spirit "protocols" be damned. Val looked positively mortified. Probably because she knows I could do precisely that.
I left to go cool off and tend to a work-related emergency, then swung by the park again later that evening. Val was there and Clarice showed up, too. Clarice then started blaming Val for Rai having gotten shot and me having nearly gotten "splatted." I claimed that my nearly getting splatted was my own fault for paying too much attention to the fight and not my immediate surroundings. (Which is pretty close to the truth. Technically speaking.) So... I think I got Val off the hook for me, but not Rai.
