'Nothing'.
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flint_garouThat's not what nothing means. One shouldn't sulk over nothing.
31 March, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (60% full).
Stacey nods to Clarice's explanation. "Although there may be more where those came from. But I think we got rid of the grossest one." She wrinkles her nose at the memory before biting into the pizza.
Salem grunts. "There are always more banes," he says sourly as he limps over to grab a seat.
"But a few less for today," the Stargazer says placidly, cracking open the beer.
Javen looks about to say something, but forgets her mouth is full of pizza and beer. She changes her mind before most of it ends up in her lap.
Key's rattle in the lock of the front door, and Flint's visible on the security cameras for a long moment—almost hesitant—before he enters the lobby, glancing about and a nod of general greeting given. The cliath then puts one foot in front of the other, headed in the general direction of the stairwell. "Anyone seen Devon?"
Clarice sits with her pizza and beer in relative quiet.
"…So, staying out in the woods is getting weirder," comments Stacey. "Have you guys seen Silvertip lately?" She motions vaguely towards the top of her head. "Thinking I might crash at Jacob's place or something now." Looking towards Flint, she shakes her head. Nope, no Devon.
Salem shakes his head as well, though Flint gets a side of narrowed eyes with that negatory gesture.
Javen shifts a little uncomfortably as even more Glasswalkers pour in. Her eating slows, and her drinking quickens. To Stacey's question, the Get shakes her head.
"No Devon," Keir replies. "And yeah, I've heard that things used to be pretty different out there. But. No, I haven't seen the alpha since… well. A fight a week or two ago."
Flint grimaces a little bit, and looks down rather than meet Salem's gaze at all. "Thanks, then," is offered, hands shoving into his pockets as he glances between the couches, and the stairwell, unsure of where he's headed, and eventually heads for an empty seat. "Got your email, Salem-rhya," Flint adds, quietly, with a much deeper nod than the general greeting.
Clarice shakes her head a bit, though in reference to what, exactly, she doesn't say. Instead, she keeps on the pizza.
"He has horns, hopefully temporary," informs Stacey. "Side affect of some wild fruit. So, I guess if you see any strange fruit anywhere, probably best not to eat it. Want some pizza?" she adds to Flint, motioning towards what's left.
Salem nods curtly at Flint, then starts fishing in his jacket for his cigarettes. "Anyone who mucks about out there for too long is going to end up with worse than horns," he says sourly.
Javen lowers her pizza a little, giving Stacey a wide-eyed look at the news about the Alpha having horns. She gets up to have herself another beer.
Flint glances at the pizza, and considers, before shaking his head. "Thanks, Stacey-rhya, but no. I. I'm good." Though, judging by the overall tension, and the posture that the teen ends up, with knees drawn to chest, good might just be simplifying things.
Clarice nods emphatically, but seemingly at random. The lupus then downs the can and goes back for another slice of pizza. ~I think maybe if Mouse gives us more pizza money we can drive back the wyrm a little more.~ She reports, probably to Salem. Or not. ~And then maybe we could go to the Glade without banes in the way sometimes.~ She sounds rather optimistic.
Stacey chuckles as Clarice's words. "Maybe… Whose territory is the Glade now? Or is it being shared? I might offer to help patrol it, if someone's in charge of that. …I'm still catching up on all the city matters."
Salem has found his cigarettes and is now lighting one up. As usual, it smells like crap. "The Glade belongs to the Sept, not to any one pack," he says firmly.
Javen gnaws on the crust of her pizza, her eyes flicking to the balled-up Flint. She sets aside her food and beer for a moment and stalks up to the boy. "Vy do you sulk?" She demands, hands on her hips. Uh oh, the emo-police just arrived.
Flint blinks a few times, startled out of being only half-present, and there's a glance over to Salem, and then Stacey, and then Clarice, before he looks up at Javen. The young galliard chews his lower lip, a moment, and shrugs, wrapping his arms around his knees. "It. It's nothing really. Just," and the question that follows is posed more generally, "how the fuck am I. Supposed to settle things with Devon if he's not even herenothing. "Considering he mighta broke it when he threw it at my face."
"You can check email at a library," points out Stacey. "That's what I do, since I don't have my own computer. If I see him, I'll pass along word about where."
The cliath Galliard is still almost seething. A curled up ball of rage. The teenager nods to Stacey. "S'pose I could text him." Though it sounds like any contact with Devon's just about the last thing Flint wants to do.
More gurgling is heard as the Get downs another full can of PBR, following it up with another manly belch. Javen rifles through the pizza boxes, hunting down leftovers.
Salem scowls at Flint, then gets up and limps for the stairwell, grumbling something under his breath in Serbian.
Stacey scoots forward and reaches out to place her hand on Flint's leg, wherever's closest to her spot on the floor. Once in contact, she uses her gift to encourage him to be Calm. Just in case. "Hey. It will work out. Give it time, communicate with him when you are able. Garou can get upset easily, unfortunately. But it is important that we sort it out, so that we can work together when the need arises. We can't let the enemy be ourselves."
Javen collects her findings in one place. "Thank you for these greasy foods," she says. "I will leave now." She manages to fit a large bit of crust in between her teeth while she occupies her hands with another PBR and more pizza, heading for the door.
Flint flinches a little at the contact, his gaze having followed Salem as the acting Walker Elder stalks off to the stairwell. But, his breathing evens out and he nods, tension easing from his shoulders too. "I. Yeah, that makes sense," he says, quietly. "Devon keeps making a fuss over. Little tiny things I do, and, then I get angry and he does, and." Knowing Garou, that's the end of that. "Goodbye, Javen-rhya," he offers.
Stacey smirks a little. "Sounds like a typical Garou friendship. …I'm guessing this Devon is a higher rage, too? I think that, next time you feel yourself getting angry with him, you should try to break the cycle. Maybe try counting. Taking deep breaths. Perhaps change the subject… It is okay to say 'Let's talk about this when we're in a better mood'."
Flint nods. "Devon's ahroun," the boy states. "And, I'm a galliard. And, sometimes, once I start. Getting angry, then all the little things get. Bigger and such," he says.
"Rage is not easy to handle," agrees Stacey. "I think what you need to do is explore ways to manage it. …Devon probably does, too, but that's his issue and not something you can fix." She gives him a light smile, then adds, "I know a Rite that might help get you started. It's called Breathe of Gaia. It helps to clear your senses and with healing."
Flint nods, and his grip on his knees relaxes some too. "I'd like that," he says. "I. If you want, I've been making cutting boards, and small boxes, and such, for people, and. I could make you one," he offers.
Stacey considers that. "A box might be useful," she decides. "Something small I could keep in my backpack. This Rite is actually very simple. It's a wonder that more Garou don't use it. Lack of patience, perhaps?" She chuckles. "It's best if you perform it outside, best if on some dirt, connected to the earth. Then, you meditate on Gaia and her beauty, breathing in deeply thirteen times. One breath for each living tribe."
Flint nods, gaze settling on the Gaian. "And secure enough it. Wouldn't open in your bag," he muses, but his attention is clearly on Stacey and what she's saying, and he nods. "Right," he says, quiet. "Thirteen times." One finger idly sketches the pattern of the glyph for gaia, on the arm of the chair.
"You have to do this every day," Stacey further explains. "It takes a full cycle of the moon for it to become really effective. And if you miss a day, you pretty much have to start over. It's not a hard thing to find time for, though. Thirteen seconds about, right?"
Flint grins. "Doesn't sound so much to find time for, really. And, it. Isn't like I don't have some minutes to spare. I," and Flint settles crosslegged now, "I've been finding time to do Feed the Earth, every day, too, since I learned it." A brief flicker of a grin. "Though mostly, in the garden we have. Up, on the roof." The galliard starts to hum a few bars of the tune by that nam, and abruptly cuts off, some tension evident again.
"Hey, that garden would probably be perfect for this," says Stacey with a light smile. "Perhaps Devon can be taught this later, if he wishes. Why don't you give it a try, while I finish this pizza slice?"
Flint grins and nods, easing to his feet. "I will, yeah. Thank… thank you, Stacey-rhya," he adds. "And, yeah. And, I'll text Devon eventually and. Get settling things like Salem-rhya said we need to, started." Then, with steps far less hesitant than before, the cliath moves towards the stairwell.
31 March, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (60% full).
Stacey nods to Clarice's explanation. "Although there may be more where those came from. But I think we got rid of the grossest one." She wrinkles her nose at the memory before biting into the pizza.
Salem grunts. "There are always more banes," he says sourly as he limps over to grab a seat.
"But a few less for today," the Stargazer says placidly, cracking open the beer.
Javen looks about to say something, but forgets her mouth is full of pizza and beer. She changes her mind before most of it ends up in her lap.
Key's rattle in the lock of the front door, and Flint's visible on the security cameras for a long moment—almost hesitant—before he enters the lobby, glancing about and a nod of general greeting given. The cliath then puts one foot in front of the other, headed in the general direction of the stairwell. "Anyone seen Devon?"
Clarice sits with her pizza and beer in relative quiet.
"…So, staying out in the woods is getting weirder," comments Stacey. "Have you guys seen Silvertip lately?" She motions vaguely towards the top of her head. "Thinking I might crash at Jacob's place or something now." Looking towards Flint, she shakes her head. Nope, no Devon.
Salem shakes his head as well, though Flint gets a side of narrowed eyes with that negatory gesture.
Javen shifts a little uncomfortably as even more Glasswalkers pour in. Her eating slows, and her drinking quickens. To Stacey's question, the Get shakes her head.
"No Devon," Keir replies. "And yeah, I've heard that things used to be pretty different out there. But. No, I haven't seen the alpha since… well. A fight a week or two ago."
Flint grimaces a little bit, and looks down rather than meet Salem's gaze at all. "Thanks, then," is offered, hands shoving into his pockets as he glances between the couches, and the stairwell, unsure of where he's headed, and eventually heads for an empty seat. "Got your email, Salem-rhya," Flint adds, quietly, with a much deeper nod than the general greeting.
Clarice shakes her head a bit, though in reference to what, exactly, she doesn't say. Instead, she keeps on the pizza.
"He has horns, hopefully temporary," informs Stacey. "Side affect of some wild fruit. So, I guess if you see any strange fruit anywhere, probably best not to eat it. Want some pizza?" she adds to Flint, motioning towards what's left.
Salem nods curtly at Flint, then starts fishing in his jacket for his cigarettes. "Anyone who mucks about out there for too long is going to end up with worse than horns," he says sourly.
Javen lowers her pizza a little, giving Stacey a wide-eyed look at the news about the Alpha having horns. She gets up to have herself another beer.
Flint glances at the pizza, and considers, before shaking his head. "Thanks, Stacey-rhya, but no. I. I'm good." Though, judging by the overall tension, and the posture that the teen ends up, with knees drawn to chest, good might just be simplifying things.
Clarice nods emphatically, but seemingly at random. The lupus then downs the can and goes back for another slice of pizza. ~I think maybe if Mouse gives us more pizza money we can drive back the wyrm a little more.~ She reports, probably to Salem. Or not. ~And then maybe we could go to the Glade without banes in the way sometimes.~ She sounds rather optimistic.
Stacey chuckles as Clarice's words. "Maybe… Whose territory is the Glade now? Or is it being shared? I might offer to help patrol it, if someone's in charge of that. …I'm still catching up on all the city matters."
Salem has found his cigarettes and is now lighting one up. As usual, it smells like crap. "The Glade belongs to the Sept, not to any one pack," he says firmly.
Javen gnaws on the crust of her pizza, her eyes flicking to the balled-up Flint. She sets aside her food and beer for a moment and stalks up to the boy. "Vy do you sulk?" She demands, hands on her hips. Uh oh, the emo-police just arrived.
Flint blinks a few times, startled out of being only half-present, and there's a glance over to Salem, and then Stacey, and then Clarice, before he looks up at Javen. The young galliard chews his lower lip, a moment, and shrugs, wrapping his arms around his knees. "It. It's nothing really. Just," and the question that follows is posed more generally, "how the fuck am I. Supposed to settle things with Devon if he's not even herenothing. "Considering he mighta broke it when he threw it at my face."
"You can check email at a library," points out Stacey. "That's what I do, since I don't have my own computer. If I see him, I'll pass along word about where."
The cliath Galliard is still almost seething. A curled up ball of rage. The teenager nods to Stacey. "S'pose I could text him." Though it sounds like any contact with Devon's just about the last thing Flint wants to do.
More gurgling is heard as the Get downs another full can of PBR, following it up with another manly belch. Javen rifles through the pizza boxes, hunting down leftovers.
Salem scowls at Flint, then gets up and limps for the stairwell, grumbling something under his breath in Serbian.
Stacey scoots forward and reaches out to place her hand on Flint's leg, wherever's closest to her spot on the floor. Once in contact, she uses her gift to encourage him to be Calm. Just in case. "Hey. It will work out. Give it time, communicate with him when you are able. Garou can get upset easily, unfortunately. But it is important that we sort it out, so that we can work together when the need arises. We can't let the enemy be ourselves."
Javen collects her findings in one place. "Thank you for these greasy foods," she says. "I will leave now." She manages to fit a large bit of crust in between her teeth while she occupies her hands with another PBR and more pizza, heading for the door.
Flint flinches a little at the contact, his gaze having followed Salem as the acting Walker Elder stalks off to the stairwell. But, his breathing evens out and he nods, tension easing from his shoulders too. "I. Yeah, that makes sense," he says, quietly. "Devon keeps making a fuss over. Little tiny things I do, and, then I get angry and he does, and." Knowing Garou, that's the end of that. "Goodbye, Javen-rhya," he offers.
Stacey smirks a little. "Sounds like a typical Garou friendship. …I'm guessing this Devon is a higher rage, too? I think that, next time you feel yourself getting angry with him, you should try to break the cycle. Maybe try counting. Taking deep breaths. Perhaps change the subject… It is okay to say 'Let's talk about this when we're in a better mood'."
Flint nods. "Devon's ahroun," the boy states. "And, I'm a galliard. And, sometimes, once I start. Getting angry, then all the little things get. Bigger and such," he says.
"Rage is not easy to handle," agrees Stacey. "I think what you need to do is explore ways to manage it. …Devon probably does, too, but that's his issue and not something you can fix." She gives him a light smile, then adds, "I know a Rite that might help get you started. It's called Breathe of Gaia. It helps to clear your senses and with healing."
Flint nods, and his grip on his knees relaxes some too. "I'd like that," he says. "I. If you want, I've been making cutting boards, and small boxes, and such, for people, and. I could make you one," he offers.
Stacey considers that. "A box might be useful," she decides. "Something small I could keep in my backpack. This Rite is actually very simple. It's a wonder that more Garou don't use it. Lack of patience, perhaps?" She chuckles. "It's best if you perform it outside, best if on some dirt, connected to the earth. Then, you meditate on Gaia and her beauty, breathing in deeply thirteen times. One breath for each living tribe."
Flint nods, gaze settling on the Gaian. "And secure enough it. Wouldn't open in your bag," he muses, but his attention is clearly on Stacey and what she's saying, and he nods. "Right," he says, quiet. "Thirteen times." One finger idly sketches the pattern of the glyph for gaia, on the arm of the chair.
"You have to do this every day," Stacey further explains. "It takes a full cycle of the moon for it to become really effective. And if you miss a day, you pretty much have to start over. It's not a hard thing to find time for, though. Thirteen seconds about, right?"
Flint grins. "Doesn't sound so much to find time for, really. And, it. Isn't like I don't have some minutes to spare. I," and Flint settles crosslegged now, "I've been finding time to do Feed the Earth, every day, too, since I learned it." A brief flicker of a grin. "Though mostly, in the garden we have. Up, on the roof." The galliard starts to hum a few bars of the tune by that nam, and abruptly cuts off, some tension evident again.
"Hey, that garden would probably be perfect for this," says Stacey with a light smile. "Perhaps Devon can be taught this later, if he wishes. Why don't you give it a try, while I finish this pizza slice?"
Flint grins and nods, easing to his feet. "I will, yeah. Thank… thank you, Stacey-rhya," he adds. "And, yeah. And, I'll text Devon eventually and. Get settling things like Salem-rhya said we need to, started." Then, with steps far less hesitant than before, the cliath moves towards the stairwell.