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kiananlogsMonday, 1 July 2013
The moon is in the waning Half (Philodox) Moon phase (45% full).
Sue doesn't seem to have gone anywhere this morning, yet. The metis is in the living room, laying back along the covered couch, not even bothering to read the book that he's gotten from his bookshelf. Brooding, apparently.
Well, last night WAS interesting, and it took a long time to get Sue calmed down appropriately enough to have Charlene feel okay enough with leaving him by himself. The Fury does come and check on the metis this morning, knocking on the door to herald her arrival if the motorcycle wasn't warning enough. "Sue? You decent?" she calls, poking her head in.
"Yeah," Sue responds. "Door's open." There's a certain thoughtfulness, followed by, "Come on in."
Charlene pushes the door open and waves, stepping in, and closing it behind her. "Hey there, Sue. Doing okay?" she asks quietly, leaning against the door.
Sue folds his hands behind his head, and makes his way to halfway sitting up, but still sprawled. "No," he answers, and there's a huff that follows, shoulders falling, and Sue continues, "It was stupid. Getting provoked like that. Irresponsible."
"It was your moon." Charlene says by way of an answer, wandering into the room itself and settling down on one of the many cushioned chairs scattered about. "I know it's not an explanation, but it was, and Duke was… hell, someone needs to claim the kid before he hacks off the wrong garou. He's already gotten threatened with death, and his solution is to harden up and try to look tougher than the other person. Sad to say, he meets the wrong garou, they will show him how soft he really is."
The metis nods. "Kid doesn't really seem interested in anything his dad didn't teach him other than fighting," Sue says. "And setting things on fire. I don't like it." He shakes his head. "And that's the thing. It's not an explanation. It was my moon. But I haven't nearly lost my shit over a trigger like that in… since the rite. The triggers are still there, the shit is still there, but I deal better."
"There's always the chance— a very good one— that he's going to get culled. But damn, he's on the same short trigger that you were when you got here, it seems. I mean, it's nothing like your upbringing was, but it seems that the guy is fully expecting each and every one of us to be at his throat within seconds of seeing him." Charlene sighs. "He's caustic. I hope that, whatever tribe gets lucky enough to snag him gets that out of him pront."
Sue pulls his lips back from his teeth, and then reaches and pulls a water bottle from the couch, taking a sip. "He's not entirely wrong. I know a pack of Bacchantes that doesn't believe in bringing ronin like him into the Nation," Sue points out. Followed by, "They kill them if they have no tribal heritage rather than let them make trouble for the Nation. I think they're stupid. Kid's clean, seems to have at least some idea of wrong and right, could be something." He shakes his head. "Except, he responds to that hair trigger with hostility and a very visible display of his anger even when he controls himself. And that doesn't bode well."
Charlene shakes her head in agreement. "He's got the hair trigger of a full moon, that's for certain. It's like when he was raised, he wasn't given any kind of limits, and then, when he discovered— by his father's help, mind you— that he was Garou? It was like a license to do whatever the heck he wanted, as long as 'killing monsters' was the final outcome." She lets out a breath. "I have no idea what to do with him, and since he's male, I'm not going to be able to have anything to do with him until his tribe claims him."
The metis nods, and finally sits up, leaning elbows on his knees. "I don't deal with homid cubs well to start with," he admits. "I mean. Garou? It's all I've ever known."
"Pretty much the same, I'd guess, if you discount the whole 'teeth and claws' bit that metis kids can sometimes do." Charlene says softly, looking to the kitchen for a moment, getting up, and returning a few seconds later with a glass of water. "And he's not a cub in his eyes, even if he is. He sees himself as already blooded, already equal to any of us in battle, just because he's died twice and killed a couple of leeches." Charlene sighs, taking a drink of her water. "I mean, hell, we're having to spread the word for someone to claim him. That should do lots for his self-esteem, bein' as wanted as he is."
Sue shakes his head at Charlene. "We have to adjust to the human world outside whatever we grow up with," he says, "not to structure, not to the hierarchy of the Nation. It's adjustment. But not the same." And then the metis nods. "Yeah. That's the problem, too." There's a pause and Sue continues. "I think he sees it the opposite," Sue says. "That we have to spread the word means no one wants him. He'd rather go back out there on his own, but that's not our way and we won't let him do that."
"Therein lies the rub, I guess… no-one's going to take him if he's that belligerent, and anyone that does take him, first time he talks back and gets corrected, then tries to escalate it, means he'll be reincarnated next time around, if he's so lucky." Charlene nods. "And we can't let him go back on his own. He screws up once and that group that originally caught Ex might get their hands on him. Or a leech, or a mage. Or someone more powerful than him that bends his will."
"Not to mention, he knows where we are," Sue says. "He's been here. He went to moot. He goes and tries to go it alone and what you said are the better options. He's killed Dancers, they still want him just as much." The metis gets up and shakes his head and heads for the kitchen. "Doesn't excuse my actions yesterday either. Kid isn't an ahroun, I don't think. But since he doesn't seem to know or give a fuck about his birthday," Sue digs into the freezer and comes out with a pint of ice cream, and two spoons, coming back across the cabin to the living room, "how the hell do we find out auspice?"
"Rite. Ritual. Track down his dad or his dad's spirit. Ask the Corax. Ask a spirit. Something. Dunno." Charlene perks up at the sight of ice cream, scooting over so there's a spot next to her so the treat can be shared.
Sue considers those options. "Guess someone ought to see if Val knows anything she might be able to do," he says. "I was getting the picture that his dad's out of the picture, or dead." Sue sits back down next to Charlene, handing over one of the spoons and opening the pint of ice cream, which looks to be some flavor of Ben & Jerry's. "Dunno. Ain't like we can do much about it anyway, I just want to see the kid claimed, and sooner than later."
"Before he's eaten by creatures. Or runs into Moros. Or Ex. Or any one of the Get." Charlene chuckles. "Reed and Moxie'd wipe the floor with him." The spoon is taken, the container poked as the lid is removed, a small sliver of ice cream dished out and savored. "Probably dead if they were 'monster hunters'. I'd ask him, but I'm afraid he'd yell at me for thinking he's stupid." She shakes her head. "He's a cub. Cubs generally don't know wolf… and I'm the jerk for translating."
Sue nods, digging into the ice cream for a fe bites before speaking. "And every time we tell him something he already knows? He gets pissed." Sue shakes his head. "Come on," he says, with a sudden, fierce grin. "Ice cream and a board game? I don't feel like going to Edgewood and I don't feel like running and I'm still kinda pissed."
"Sure." Charlene says with a grin. "Risk it is, then."
The moon is in the waning Half (Philodox) Moon phase (45% full).
Sue doesn't seem to have gone anywhere this morning, yet. The metis is in the living room, laying back along the covered couch, not even bothering to read the book that he's gotten from his bookshelf. Brooding, apparently.
Well, last night WAS interesting, and it took a long time to get Sue calmed down appropriately enough to have Charlene feel okay enough with leaving him by himself. The Fury does come and check on the metis this morning, knocking on the door to herald her arrival if the motorcycle wasn't warning enough. "Sue? You decent?" she calls, poking her head in.
"Yeah," Sue responds. "Door's open." There's a certain thoughtfulness, followed by, "Come on in."
Charlene pushes the door open and waves, stepping in, and closing it behind her. "Hey there, Sue. Doing okay?" she asks quietly, leaning against the door.
Sue folds his hands behind his head, and makes his way to halfway sitting up, but still sprawled. "No," he answers, and there's a huff that follows, shoulders falling, and Sue continues, "It was stupid. Getting provoked like that. Irresponsible."
"It was your moon." Charlene says by way of an answer, wandering into the room itself and settling down on one of the many cushioned chairs scattered about. "I know it's not an explanation, but it was, and Duke was… hell, someone needs to claim the kid before he hacks off the wrong garou. He's already gotten threatened with death, and his solution is to harden up and try to look tougher than the other person. Sad to say, he meets the wrong garou, they will show him how soft he really is."
The metis nods. "Kid doesn't really seem interested in anything his dad didn't teach him other than fighting," Sue says. "And setting things on fire. I don't like it." He shakes his head. "And that's the thing. It's not an explanation. It was my moon. But I haven't nearly lost my shit over a trigger like that in… since the rite. The triggers are still there, the shit is still there, but I deal better."
"There's always the chance— a very good one— that he's going to get culled. But damn, he's on the same short trigger that you were when you got here, it seems. I mean, it's nothing like your upbringing was, but it seems that the guy is fully expecting each and every one of us to be at his throat within seconds of seeing him." Charlene sighs. "He's caustic. I hope that, whatever tribe gets lucky enough to snag him gets that out of him pront."
Sue pulls his lips back from his teeth, and then reaches and pulls a water bottle from the couch, taking a sip. "He's not entirely wrong. I know a pack of Bacchantes that doesn't believe in bringing ronin like him into the Nation," Sue points out. Followed by, "They kill them if they have no tribal heritage rather than let them make trouble for the Nation. I think they're stupid. Kid's clean, seems to have at least some idea of wrong and right, could be something." He shakes his head. "Except, he responds to that hair trigger with hostility and a very visible display of his anger even when he controls himself. And that doesn't bode well."
Charlene shakes her head in agreement. "He's got the hair trigger of a full moon, that's for certain. It's like when he was raised, he wasn't given any kind of limits, and then, when he discovered— by his father's help, mind you— that he was Garou? It was like a license to do whatever the heck he wanted, as long as 'killing monsters' was the final outcome." She lets out a breath. "I have no idea what to do with him, and since he's male, I'm not going to be able to have anything to do with him until his tribe claims him."
The metis nods, and finally sits up, leaning elbows on his knees. "I don't deal with homid cubs well to start with," he admits. "I mean. Garou? It's all I've ever known."
"Pretty much the same, I'd guess, if you discount the whole 'teeth and claws' bit that metis kids can sometimes do." Charlene says softly, looking to the kitchen for a moment, getting up, and returning a few seconds later with a glass of water. "And he's not a cub in his eyes, even if he is. He sees himself as already blooded, already equal to any of us in battle, just because he's died twice and killed a couple of leeches." Charlene sighs, taking a drink of her water. "I mean, hell, we're having to spread the word for someone to claim him. That should do lots for his self-esteem, bein' as wanted as he is."
Sue shakes his head at Charlene. "We have to adjust to the human world outside whatever we grow up with," he says, "not to structure, not to the hierarchy of the Nation. It's adjustment. But not the same." And then the metis nods. "Yeah. That's the problem, too." There's a pause and Sue continues. "I think he sees it the opposite," Sue says. "That we have to spread the word means no one wants him. He'd rather go back out there on his own, but that's not our way and we won't let him do that."
"Therein lies the rub, I guess… no-one's going to take him if he's that belligerent, and anyone that does take him, first time he talks back and gets corrected, then tries to escalate it, means he'll be reincarnated next time around, if he's so lucky." Charlene nods. "And we can't let him go back on his own. He screws up once and that group that originally caught Ex might get their hands on him. Or a leech, or a mage. Or someone more powerful than him that bends his will."
"Not to mention, he knows where we are," Sue says. "He's been here. He went to moot. He goes and tries to go it alone and what you said are the better options. He's killed Dancers, they still want him just as much." The metis gets up and shakes his head and heads for the kitchen. "Doesn't excuse my actions yesterday either. Kid isn't an ahroun, I don't think. But since he doesn't seem to know or give a fuck about his birthday," Sue digs into the freezer and comes out with a pint of ice cream, and two spoons, coming back across the cabin to the living room, "how the hell do we find out auspice?"
"Rite. Ritual. Track down his dad or his dad's spirit. Ask the Corax. Ask a spirit. Something. Dunno." Charlene perks up at the sight of ice cream, scooting over so there's a spot next to her so the treat can be shared.
Sue considers those options. "Guess someone ought to see if Val knows anything she might be able to do," he says. "I was getting the picture that his dad's out of the picture, or dead." Sue sits back down next to Charlene, handing over one of the spoons and opening the pint of ice cream, which looks to be some flavor of Ben & Jerry's. "Dunno. Ain't like we can do much about it anyway, I just want to see the kid claimed, and sooner than later."
"Before he's eaten by creatures. Or runs into Moros. Or Ex. Or any one of the Get." Charlene chuckles. "Reed and Moxie'd wipe the floor with him." The spoon is taken, the container poked as the lid is removed, a small sliver of ice cream dished out and savored. "Probably dead if they were 'monster hunters'. I'd ask him, but I'm afraid he'd yell at me for thinking he's stupid." She shakes her head. "He's a cub. Cubs generally don't know wolf… and I'm the jerk for translating."
Sue nods, digging into the ice cream for a fe bites before speaking. "And every time we tell him something he already knows? He gets pissed." Sue shakes his head. "Come on," he says, with a sudden, fierce grin. "Ice cream and a board game? I don't feel like going to Edgewood and I don't feel like running and I'm still kinda pissed."
"Sure." Charlene says with a grin. "Risk it is, then."