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flint_garouGlad Ky's okay. Wonder what the hell he fought.
The Vault: Auto Shop(#618RJ)
It is currently 18:50 Pacific Time on Fri May 25 2012.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent (Theurge) Moon phase (34% full).
Two texts had gone out late last night, one to Flint and the other to Lex. Ky's staying out at the Edgewood, back in the morning. Well, it wasn't morning before he made it back, nor lunch, though a vague message followed that things were okay. Finally, with evening rolling around and the day becoming dark with the onset of night, the Ragabash made it back to the Vault. He lets himself into the garage, moving stiffly and yet with great care, as if pained and with something bound around his torso. Despite that, there's also a sense of relief to finally be away from the unwanted eyes of humankind, and back behind walls to hide him.
Alexandra slides out from under Nik's Expedition as she hears Ky come in. She's still a far cry from an expert at anything regarding vehicles, but that doesn't mean she hasn't been practicing what Nik's been teaching her, and she hasn't managed to cause any damage yet, which is something. Whatever she was about to say, though, she reassesses as she sees the way Ky is moving. "Ran into something nasty out at Edgewood, I'm guessing?"
"Some metal bug thing," Ky confirms as he moves around the SUV. He leans against it, a little heavier than his usual tilt, in a way that implies a journey longer than wanted. "I should've called for a ride," he whines, though it lacks any serious complaint. "It was out, northwest I think. Some old farmhouse that's not Edgewood."
Alexandra says, "Huh." She sits up, taking a moment to put away the tools that she was using. "Can't say I know the place, but then, when I was staying at Edgewood, the bawn already had the vines, so I didn't do too much exploring. Who all was there with you?"
It takes more time for Flint to make his way over to the Vault, but eventually he's managed to make his way over, a knock at the public door to the auto shop before he lets himself in, pausing to look around. "Hey," he offers.
Alexandra waves to Flint, moving over to one of the sinks to wash her hands. "Hey, c'mon in. Just getting cleaned up and chatting with Ky…he fought some metal bug out at an old farmhouse near Edgewood."
Ky raises a hand to Flint, giving him a small wave. "Hey," he responds as well, offering a faintly tired grin. "Just two others. A Metis named Follows-the-Trade-Winds, and a Fury named Shifting Briar. Both Theurges and both Fostern."
Flint waves, moving a few steps in. "Joy," the galliard says, a faint sardonic hint in his tone as he remarks, "metal bugs." He shakes his head from side to side, and moves to find somewhere on the floor nearby to sit crosslegged.
"Sounds like something I'd normally assume was more up your alley," Alexandra tells Flint. "Or your tribe's, at least. Though given where it was, I'm guessing Wyld mutations rather than Weaver ones." Directing her attention more to Ky, she asks, "Did you learn anything about the thing that might be useful if we have to fight something else like it on down the line?"
"I'm not so sure it was a wyld mutation," Ky says. He sinks downward, easing himself to sit on the floor with his back against the Explorer still. "It was made of metal, it's joints were all gears. Even its tail was segmented and made of metal."
Flint furrows his brow slightly and nods, looking over at Ky. "Huh. Entirely metal," Flint repeats, thinking about it. "Not something, I. I've heard of, but. I think there have been, other metal fomor? Jacey mentioned something." He shakes his head, and shrugs. "Wonder if…" but that's not actually finished, more like Flint's thinking aloud about something to ask someone later.
Alexandra says, "Huh, interesting. Does sound more Weaver, then. That's kind of what Cheese Doodle Burns Chrome looks like when she goes all battle armor. Not sure what it would be doing all the way out there, though." She shrugs, and then speculates, "Maybe the Weaver spirits are just reacting to the strength of the Wyld in the area and trying to get things back under control?"
"I don't know," the Ragabash answers, shaking his head. "It's beyond anything I've ever experienced. We stopped it, though. I think the Metis might have been contacting your tribe, Flint. Because it seemed really Weaver-ish."
Flint nods again. "I'll keep, I'll listen and see what I find out, yes," Flint says. "And, I'll ask Ishmael-rhya, or Nieve-rhya. They might. They might know something. But. I should find, I should find Jacey and see what she knows, about these." Shoulders lift in another shrug.
Alexandra, Flint, and Ky are on the ground level of the Vault for once, rather than upstairs. The former is standing, and while she's washed her hands, the oil stains on her clothing suggest what she's been up to today. The latter two are both sitting on the floor. "Can't say that I've had much experience dealing with Weaver-things, either. I've seen them in the city Umbra, of course, but I've only fought against Wyrm creatures so far." The names from Flint's tribe don't surprise her, though it seems the third does. "Jacey? Just looking for another Galliard, or is there some reason she'd know anything about them?"
Val arrives at the front door of the Vault and after a brief moment of hesitation, the small woman knocks.
Ky, for his part, looks tired and achy, slumped against the SUV Lex had been working on earlier. "Who's Jacey," he asks, looking between his two pseudo-packmates. But at the knock on the door, he looks toward it, frowning slightly. "Who…?"
Flint tilts his head at the sound of knocking at the door, though he looks to Alexandra for her to get the door. "Jacey's another galliard. Was. Was Fianna. Ronin. I… Anyway, she. I think she fought a few, so."
Alexandra adds, "She renounced her tribe a little while back and is looking to join the Get." She lets out a little 'Ahh!' of understanding at Flint's explanation, not saying any more on the matter, though, as she goes to the door. "Sorry, we're…oh." With it proving to be Val, instead of being told they're closed, she offers, "Hey. C'mon in."
Val stands at the door as Alex opens it, a motorcycle helmet tucked under her left arm and a cloth bag hanging from her right hand. "Hey there. Will be here for just a minute," she says with a grin, as she steps inside. "Have something for Nik, but I'm certain he wouldn't mind if I just left it here. Said he wanted it for the girl called Hayden, anyway."
"Ronin," Ky echoes the word with more than just a touch of disdain. He shakes his head, putting whatever thoughts on that subject he might have aside and replacing it with a slight wave and even smaller grin for Val when she comes inside.
Flint waves at Val, when the Corax arrives, but the Walker doesn't say anything, and just nods.
Alexandra nods. "Yeah, I can take it upstairs and leave it for her. Or for Nik, if it's something that he wanted to give her himself. You're welcome to stick around for a bit, if you'd like. Ky can fill you in on the metal bug he and a couple of other Garou fought out near the bawn."
"Metal bug?" Val asks, as she sets the helmet down near the door and reaches in to the cloth bag. "You mean, on this side? You mean, like a pattern spider? Don't tend to see those around the Bawn much."
Ky shakes his head. "Wasn't a pattern spider. More like… a metal scorpion or something. But not really a scorpion. It was nearly all metal though, near some hollowed out old farmhouse."
Flint just listens quietly, and nods once or twice, before pulling out an iPhone from his pocket, and tapping at it a few times.
Alexandra says, "And it had gears for joints, apparently. So doesn't sound very likely to just be a random Wyld mutation, either."
Val huhs softly, as she pulls out a small latched box and hands it to Alexandra. "It's a Colt .45. I have no use for it. Was it tainted at all? The Scorpion thing? Was it a Spirit? Did it dissipate once it was dead?"
"No, it just died." Ky digs into one of his pockets, pulling out a baggie with some sludgy looking matter inside. "It was oozing this liquid," he explains, holding it up for Val. "There's dirt in that, too. We were trying to keep it from getting deep in the ground. Smells like rancid blood and metal and machine. And tastes worse."
Flint furrows his brows, and nods once. "Right," he says, quietly.
Alexandra says, "Guess she was serious about wanting to learn to shoot, if she asked Nik for a gun." Then, back on the subject of the metal bug, she considers this new info. "So it was a Weaver version of a fomor, then, it sounds like. Any idea what one would be doing out there?" This last to Val.
Val lifts her chin and scratches at her throat, as she considers. "Not a clue," she says, then she eyeballs the baggie that Ky is holding. "Mind if I take a sample of that? No idea if I'll be able to do anything with it, but I could give some things a try."
"Take all of it if you want," Ky offers. "I have no use for it, thought someone might be able to figure out if there's anything unique about it."
Alexandra nods to Val. "Worth a shot, at the very least." The Ahroun certainly can't do anything with it.
Flint looks a bit distant, and shakes his head. "Weaver doesn't make fomor. Weaver makes drones, people," he says, looking equally shocked that he actually knows this, and then shakes his head.
Val moves to take the baggie. "Thanks. I'll let you know if I come up with anything."
Ky nods as he climbs to his feet. Slow going, hand moving to grip his ribs. "No thanks necessary he says, to cover his near falter. "I'm going to head upstairs and resume that thing called rest. In Glabro."
Alexandra says, "Drones, eh? But only people, not animals?" Curiouser and curiouser, but still well outside of her area of expertise. To Ky, she says, "Probably a good idea, yeah. I'll head up with you, and drop off Hayden's present."
Flint pushes himself to his feet, and looks at Lex. "I. I don't know what else, but. What Ky fought was. Wasn't one of them," Flint says. "Sometimes I just, know things. Anyway. I should get home. Rest well." Ky gets a small smile, and then Flint shoulders his backpack to move for the door.
Val puts the baggie in the cloth bag that the gun came out off and collects her helmet. "Well, I'm off as well," Val announces, as she follows Flint out the door. "Hope you feel better soon, Ky. Toodles."
"See you around," Ky calls back to Flint and Val. He jokingly points at Lex. "Guard my door," he asks before heading into the lift to go upstairs.
The Vault: Auto Shop(#618RJ)
It is currently 18:50 Pacific Time on Fri May 25 2012.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent (Theurge) Moon phase (34% full).
Two texts had gone out late last night, one to Flint and the other to Lex. Ky's staying out at the Edgewood, back in the morning. Well, it wasn't morning before he made it back, nor lunch, though a vague message followed that things were okay. Finally, with evening rolling around and the day becoming dark with the onset of night, the Ragabash made it back to the Vault. He lets himself into the garage, moving stiffly and yet with great care, as if pained and with something bound around his torso. Despite that, there's also a sense of relief to finally be away from the unwanted eyes of humankind, and back behind walls to hide him.
Alexandra slides out from under Nik's Expedition as she hears Ky come in. She's still a far cry from an expert at anything regarding vehicles, but that doesn't mean she hasn't been practicing what Nik's been teaching her, and she hasn't managed to cause any damage yet, which is something. Whatever she was about to say, though, she reassesses as she sees the way Ky is moving. "Ran into something nasty out at Edgewood, I'm guessing?"
"Some metal bug thing," Ky confirms as he moves around the SUV. He leans against it, a little heavier than his usual tilt, in a way that implies a journey longer than wanted. "I should've called for a ride," he whines, though it lacks any serious complaint. "It was out, northwest I think. Some old farmhouse that's not Edgewood."
Alexandra says, "Huh." She sits up, taking a moment to put away the tools that she was using. "Can't say I know the place, but then, when I was staying at Edgewood, the bawn already had the vines, so I didn't do too much exploring. Who all was there with you?"
It takes more time for Flint to make his way over to the Vault, but eventually he's managed to make his way over, a knock at the public door to the auto shop before he lets himself in, pausing to look around. "Hey," he offers.
Alexandra waves to Flint, moving over to one of the sinks to wash her hands. "Hey, c'mon in. Just getting cleaned up and chatting with Ky…he fought some metal bug out at an old farmhouse near Edgewood."
Ky raises a hand to Flint, giving him a small wave. "Hey," he responds as well, offering a faintly tired grin. "Just two others. A Metis named Follows-the-Trade-Winds, and a Fury named Shifting Briar. Both Theurges and both Fostern."
Flint waves, moving a few steps in. "Joy," the galliard says, a faint sardonic hint in his tone as he remarks, "metal bugs." He shakes his head from side to side, and moves to find somewhere on the floor nearby to sit crosslegged.
"Sounds like something I'd normally assume was more up your alley," Alexandra tells Flint. "Or your tribe's, at least. Though given where it was, I'm guessing Wyld mutations rather than Weaver ones." Directing her attention more to Ky, she asks, "Did you learn anything about the thing that might be useful if we have to fight something else like it on down the line?"
"I'm not so sure it was a wyld mutation," Ky says. He sinks downward, easing himself to sit on the floor with his back against the Explorer still. "It was made of metal, it's joints were all gears. Even its tail was segmented and made of metal."
Flint furrows his brow slightly and nods, looking over at Ky. "Huh. Entirely metal," Flint repeats, thinking about it. "Not something, I. I've heard of, but. I think there have been, other metal fomor? Jacey mentioned something." He shakes his head, and shrugs. "Wonder if…" but that's not actually finished, more like Flint's thinking aloud about something to ask someone later.
Alexandra says, "Huh, interesting. Does sound more Weaver, then. That's kind of what Cheese Doodle Burns Chrome looks like when she goes all battle armor. Not sure what it would be doing all the way out there, though." She shrugs, and then speculates, "Maybe the Weaver spirits are just reacting to the strength of the Wyld in the area and trying to get things back under control?"
"I don't know," the Ragabash answers, shaking his head. "It's beyond anything I've ever experienced. We stopped it, though. I think the Metis might have been contacting your tribe, Flint. Because it seemed really Weaver-ish."
Flint nods again. "I'll keep, I'll listen and see what I find out, yes," Flint says. "And, I'll ask Ishmael-rhya, or Nieve-rhya. They might. They might know something. But. I should find, I should find Jacey and see what she knows, about these." Shoulders lift in another shrug.
Alexandra, Flint, and Ky are on the ground level of the Vault for once, rather than upstairs. The former is standing, and while she's washed her hands, the oil stains on her clothing suggest what she's been up to today. The latter two are both sitting on the floor. "Can't say that I've had much experience dealing with Weaver-things, either. I've seen them in the city Umbra, of course, but I've only fought against Wyrm creatures so far." The names from Flint's tribe don't surprise her, though it seems the third does. "Jacey? Just looking for another Galliard, or is there some reason she'd know anything about them?"
Val arrives at the front door of the Vault and after a brief moment of hesitation, the small woman knocks.
Ky, for his part, looks tired and achy, slumped against the SUV Lex had been working on earlier. "Who's Jacey," he asks, looking between his two pseudo-packmates. But at the knock on the door, he looks toward it, frowning slightly. "Who…?"
Flint tilts his head at the sound of knocking at the door, though he looks to Alexandra for her to get the door. "Jacey's another galliard. Was. Was Fianna. Ronin. I… Anyway, she. I think she fought a few, so."
Alexandra adds, "She renounced her tribe a little while back and is looking to join the Get." She lets out a little 'Ahh!' of understanding at Flint's explanation, not saying any more on the matter, though, as she goes to the door. "Sorry, we're…oh." With it proving to be Val, instead of being told they're closed, she offers, "Hey. C'mon in."
Val stands at the door as Alex opens it, a motorcycle helmet tucked under her left arm and a cloth bag hanging from her right hand. "Hey there. Will be here for just a minute," she says with a grin, as she steps inside. "Have something for Nik, but I'm certain he wouldn't mind if I just left it here. Said he wanted it for the girl called Hayden, anyway."
"Ronin," Ky echoes the word with more than just a touch of disdain. He shakes his head, putting whatever thoughts on that subject he might have aside and replacing it with a slight wave and even smaller grin for Val when she comes inside.
Flint waves at Val, when the Corax arrives, but the Walker doesn't say anything, and just nods.
Alexandra nods. "Yeah, I can take it upstairs and leave it for her. Or for Nik, if it's something that he wanted to give her himself. You're welcome to stick around for a bit, if you'd like. Ky can fill you in on the metal bug he and a couple of other Garou fought out near the bawn."
"Metal bug?" Val asks, as she sets the helmet down near the door and reaches in to the cloth bag. "You mean, on this side? You mean, like a pattern spider? Don't tend to see those around the Bawn much."
Ky shakes his head. "Wasn't a pattern spider. More like… a metal scorpion or something. But not really a scorpion. It was nearly all metal though, near some hollowed out old farmhouse."
Flint just listens quietly, and nods once or twice, before pulling out an iPhone from his pocket, and tapping at it a few times.
Alexandra says, "And it had gears for joints, apparently. So doesn't sound very likely to just be a random Wyld mutation, either."
Val huhs softly, as she pulls out a small latched box and hands it to Alexandra. "It's a Colt .45. I have no use for it. Was it tainted at all? The Scorpion thing? Was it a Spirit? Did it dissipate once it was dead?"
"No, it just died." Ky digs into one of his pockets, pulling out a baggie with some sludgy looking matter inside. "It was oozing this liquid," he explains, holding it up for Val. "There's dirt in that, too. We were trying to keep it from getting deep in the ground. Smells like rancid blood and metal and machine. And tastes worse."
Flint furrows his brows, and nods once. "Right," he says, quietly.
Alexandra says, "Guess she was serious about wanting to learn to shoot, if she asked Nik for a gun." Then, back on the subject of the metal bug, she considers this new info. "So it was a Weaver version of a fomor, then, it sounds like. Any idea what one would be doing out there?" This last to Val.
Val lifts her chin and scratches at her throat, as she considers. "Not a clue," she says, then she eyeballs the baggie that Ky is holding. "Mind if I take a sample of that? No idea if I'll be able to do anything with it, but I could give some things a try."
"Take all of it if you want," Ky offers. "I have no use for it, thought someone might be able to figure out if there's anything unique about it."
Alexandra nods to Val. "Worth a shot, at the very least." The Ahroun certainly can't do anything with it.
Flint looks a bit distant, and shakes his head. "Weaver doesn't make fomor. Weaver makes drones, people," he says, looking equally shocked that he actually knows this, and then shakes his head.
Val moves to take the baggie. "Thanks. I'll let you know if I come up with anything."
Ky nods as he climbs to his feet. Slow going, hand moving to grip his ribs. "No thanks necessary he says, to cover his near falter. "I'm going to head upstairs and resume that thing called rest. In Glabro."
Alexandra says, "Drones, eh? But only people, not animals?" Curiouser and curiouser, but still well outside of her area of expertise. To Ky, she says, "Probably a good idea, yeah. I'll head up with you, and drop off Hayden's present."
Flint pushes himself to his feet, and looks at Lex. "I. I don't know what else, but. What Ky fought was. Wasn't one of them," Flint says. "Sometimes I just, know things. Anyway. I should get home. Rest well." Ky gets a small smile, and then Flint shoulders his backpack to move for the door.
Val puts the baggie in the cloth bag that the gun came out off and collects her helmet. "Well, I'm off as well," Val announces, as she follows Flint out the door. "Hope you feel better soon, Ky. Toodles."
"See you around," Ky calls back to Flint and Val. He jokingly points at Lex. "Guard my door," he asks before heading into the lift to go upstairs.