Fenrir cubs.
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flint_garouTwo Get cubs arrive at the tenement. There is no punchline.
19 January, 2013
The moon is in the waxing Half (Philodox) Moon phase (52% full).
There is a knock on the door! Looking out through the security camera shows two GetCubs and a Sewall lurking in the background, just waiting for them to be let in.
The buzzer lets them in, though no one emerges from the office just yet, and in fact, the office door remains closed.
With caution, Moxie pushes the door open, sliiiding into the lobby, holding it for Reed, then letting it close behind him. "Hello?"
There's sound and movement from within the office, waiting for the cubs to be all the way inside before Flint, wrapped in a sweatshirt and seeming to have most of his attention inward, emerges from the office, at least to lean on the wall outside it. "Moxie, Reed. Hi."
Reed leans back with the door as it closes, simultaneously taking in the lobby. That is until Flint appears. The cliath is greeted with a slight frown while the boycub steps away from the door to stand at Moxie's shoulder.
"Flint." Moxie seems inordinately relieved to find that the Walker is someone she knows, perhaps having been expecting monsters or cyborgs or whatnot. "Norman said we could come and ask for stories here, stories of things the Glass Walkers know. Can we stay a couple days?"
Flint nods, pursing his lips briefly. "Lots of empty rooms on the third, fourth floors," the cliath says. "Basement, except that's, being used, and." Flint silences, and eventually manages a more succinct answer. "Yes. Right now, pizza in the fridge in the laundry room. Also, there's coffee, if you. If you want." He points at the couch, then disappears back into the office, coming out with a large, 18"x20" sketchbook and a small pencil case and a water bottle, and making to sit down himself.
Reed glances at Moxie when Flint disappears into the office again, and mouths the word 'pizza'. His expression warps the word into a question, one that vanishes again once the Walker has returned.
The girlcub nods at Reed, then makes the universal 'drink' gesture at him as well, beginning to move towards the laundry room to investigate both.
Flint doesn't seem inclined to interfere with the investigations, though he does glance at Moxie. "Could you grab a second water bottle, they're in the left hand cabinet?" he asks, sitting cross-legged and opening the sketchbook to start working on a drawing, pencil moving steadily and lightly across the page.
Reed watches Moxie move off to investigate, until she's disappeared within the laundry room. Then he moves toward the seating area, a slightly frowning expression cast toward the cliath again. He continues to not speak, even though he does pick a seat for himself on a couch. He watches the galliard, the drawing actually, gaze following the pencil that etches against the paper.
Pottering around in the laundry room, Moxie puts the kettle on, then drags out four bits of cold pizza onto a plate. A second bottle of water is picked up, and she returns to the couch. Water to Flint, pizza placed between herself and Reed.
The drawing seems to be that of a dragon, not entirely right in shape but excellent in detail, and around it the shapes of several Garou, as if entirely drawn from the Walker's memory of his first Revel. One on the thing's tail, one underneath it's foot, another attacking, all in crinos, a vague background of trees and sky but the central feature is certainly the dragon. "Thanks," Flint offers, then nods to the drawing. "Revel. When I was a cub. Wyld-dragon."
Reed looks up at Moxie, offering her a faint grin before helping himself to a slice of pizza. He glances toward the drawing again, then shrugs slightly as though answering the galliard.
"Wyld dragon?" Moxie wonders, peering at the picture. "What's one of those?" She disappears into the laundry room again to make coffee when she hears the kettle click, bringing out three mugs. One for herself, one for Reed, and one apparently for Flint.
Flint takes a breath in, continuing to focus on the drawing for a period of time, and glances at Moxie then at Reed. "Revel is a. A thing, ask Norman more, but. We. Followed the Engling and found the dragon. And it was very Wyld, it. It turned a rabbit backwards-forwards," Flint says, though he doesn't seem inclined to explain this too much further, "and was Wyrm-tainted. And turned Devon younger, and Jacinta-rhya covered in bark, and Riley-rhya into a girl. When it exploded."
"Riley's not actually a girl," Reed asks, casting Moxie a skeptical glance. And a slight smirk. He shakes his head just a little, and turns his attention to tearing off a mouthful of pizza.
"Looks like a girl to me. Smells like one too," Moxie agrees doubtfully, peering at Flint. "You mean she wasn't, before?"
"Riley-rhya is a girl now," Flint agrees, then shakes his head. "Wasn't, though. Not when I was a cub, Riley was. A guy. The dragon exploded and changed people, and some people changed back, got changed back when. Nieve-rhya talked to a spirit, that. That helped them. It. It turned Kevin-rhya's eyes to. Bug-eyes," Flint adds. "But it, couldn't help Riley."
"Nice," Reed says around a mouthful of pizza. He glances toward Moxie, then takes a longer look around the lobby. "Why don't you have optical scanners or… like high tech stuff around? Isn't your tribe techno-savvy?"
Moxie nods as Reed asks the question she was wondering about, now taking up a slice of pizza for her own enjoyment. Nom.
Flint frowns at Reed a moment, and takes the cup of coffee and takes a few slow, careful sips. "We have stuff, some." He points vaguely at the monitor, and while the monitor itself is older and at the lower end of things, the software running on it is clearly sophisticated. "We are. Just, also practical.. And, things, the. Fifth floor is tribal territory. The door and elevator has, a code, entry controlled."
Reed's brows arch upward in what could be translated as 'Oh', even if he doesn't say as much. He shrugs again, however, and takes another bite of his pizza.
"I need to ask your Tribe for stories. From your forseti and your skal— … um. From your half and gibbous moons. About judgements they've made, or heard of. Do you know any?" Moxie asks the Cliath hesitantly.
"Forseti, skalds," Flint repeats, and grins, clearly comfortable with the Fenrir tribal terms for the auspices. "You should talk to Salem-rhya, and to Kavi-rhya. I can. I can email, both of them. Let them know, that. You're here, that you're looking for, stories." The cliath then shakes his head. "Not, personally. I. There are songs, a few, but. Not right now, I… not right now. All the things I know, are, that. I draw, or, make things to show."
"Okay. If you could, that'd be great," Moxie nods, reaching for a second bit of pizza now, and slumping back in her seat.
Flint adds a bit more definition to the face of the dragon in the picture, and then reaches to get his phone from his pocket. It's an iPhone, clearly older and such, but nonetheless functional and perhaps even treasured by how carefully Flint handles it. There's a message tapped out across the screen and then he puts it back way, silent.
"Thanks. So—um. Is there anything we need to do here? Or not do?" Moxie asks forthrightly.
Flint watches the two cubs for a moment. "Clean up after yourselves," Flint states. "Contribute, for. There's, food, in the laundry room, but. Ask people if you can, can help out. To, make up for it. Be careful, do not," the galliard emphasises, "not step on cockroaches. Feed them, crumbs, or what. Do not let people in the door, that's for. Whomever is on duty." There's a gesture to the office.
Reed shares a look with Moxie as Flint starts in with the rules of the house. His shoulders lift and fall slightly, he could be shifting in his seat as the galliard goes on, instead of shrugging. But when all is said and done, he offers a nod of understanding to the cliath.
"Feed them?" Moxie sounds curious now, though doesn't pursue the question, finishing her second bit of pizza and chasing it down with coffee that is now cooled enough to drink.
Flint reaches at the bottom of the couch for a moment and in fact, comes out with a cockroach that crawls on his hand, until he takes a few crumbs from one pocket of his sweatshirt and shares them with the insect. "They like it," Flint explains. "Don't have to, but. And. If they bother you too much there are. Cans of, of, cat food, in the basement? Take one, put it on a plate, and it will, distract them for a while."
Reed watches the roach with dubious interest. As if he's not sure if he should be worried, intrigued, or slightly disgusted. Slowly, he tears half his remaining pizza crust in half with his teeth and chews.
The same blend of emotions run through Moxie, though she doesn't say anything. Just finishes the second bit of pizza.
It's just a normal cockroach, as much as any of the insects that commonly scurry around the tenement are, and Flint lets it stay on his arm as he picks up his pencil again, returning his attention to the drawing. "I can, tell you. Other stories, songs, of. More, historical things, regarding my tribe, and things, that. Might. Might not help. If you want," he offers Moxie.
Reed shoves the remainder of the crust in his mouth and picks up a second slice of pizza. Armed with that slice of pizza, he stands to take his turn at exploring the lobby.
Flint shrugs his shoulders at Moxie's answer and turns, vaguely watching Reed, before gathering his few things and getting up. "I'll be in the office," he informs the cubs. "Show you, the. The room. Later. Oh. And don't go out without someone." Curt but not impolite, Flint retreats to the rest of monitor duty in silence.
19 January, 2013
The moon is in the waxing Half (Philodox) Moon phase (52% full).
There is a knock on the door! Looking out through the security camera shows two GetCubs and a Sewall lurking in the background, just waiting for them to be let in.
The buzzer lets them in, though no one emerges from the office just yet, and in fact, the office door remains closed.
With caution, Moxie pushes the door open, sliiiding into the lobby, holding it for Reed, then letting it close behind him. "Hello?"
There's sound and movement from within the office, waiting for the cubs to be all the way inside before Flint, wrapped in a sweatshirt and seeming to have most of his attention inward, emerges from the office, at least to lean on the wall outside it. "Moxie, Reed. Hi."
Reed leans back with the door as it closes, simultaneously taking in the lobby. That is until Flint appears. The cliath is greeted with a slight frown while the boycub steps away from the door to stand at Moxie's shoulder.
"Flint." Moxie seems inordinately relieved to find that the Walker is someone she knows, perhaps having been expecting monsters or cyborgs or whatnot. "Norman said we could come and ask for stories here, stories of things the Glass Walkers know. Can we stay a couple days?"
Flint nods, pursing his lips briefly. "Lots of empty rooms on the third, fourth floors," the cliath says. "Basement, except that's, being used, and." Flint silences, and eventually manages a more succinct answer. "Yes. Right now, pizza in the fridge in the laundry room. Also, there's coffee, if you. If you want." He points at the couch, then disappears back into the office, coming out with a large, 18"x20" sketchbook and a small pencil case and a water bottle, and making to sit down himself.
Reed glances at Moxie when Flint disappears into the office again, and mouths the word 'pizza'. His expression warps the word into a question, one that vanishes again once the Walker has returned.
The girlcub nods at Reed, then makes the universal 'drink' gesture at him as well, beginning to move towards the laundry room to investigate both.
Flint doesn't seem inclined to interfere with the investigations, though he does glance at Moxie. "Could you grab a second water bottle, they're in the left hand cabinet?" he asks, sitting cross-legged and opening the sketchbook to start working on a drawing, pencil moving steadily and lightly across the page.
Reed watches Moxie move off to investigate, until she's disappeared within the laundry room. Then he moves toward the seating area, a slightly frowning expression cast toward the cliath again. He continues to not speak, even though he does pick a seat for himself on a couch. He watches the galliard, the drawing actually, gaze following the pencil that etches against the paper.
Pottering around in the laundry room, Moxie puts the kettle on, then drags out four bits of cold pizza onto a plate. A second bottle of water is picked up, and she returns to the couch. Water to Flint, pizza placed between herself and Reed.
The drawing seems to be that of a dragon, not entirely right in shape but excellent in detail, and around it the shapes of several Garou, as if entirely drawn from the Walker's memory of his first Revel. One on the thing's tail, one underneath it's foot, another attacking, all in crinos, a vague background of trees and sky but the central feature is certainly the dragon. "Thanks," Flint offers, then nods to the drawing. "Revel. When I was a cub. Wyld-dragon."
Reed looks up at Moxie, offering her a faint grin before helping himself to a slice of pizza. He glances toward the drawing again, then shrugs slightly as though answering the galliard.
"Wyld dragon?" Moxie wonders, peering at the picture. "What's one of those?" She disappears into the laundry room again to make coffee when she hears the kettle click, bringing out three mugs. One for herself, one for Reed, and one apparently for Flint.
Flint takes a breath in, continuing to focus on the drawing for a period of time, and glances at Moxie then at Reed. "Revel is a. A thing, ask Norman more, but. We. Followed the Engling and found the dragon. And it was very Wyld, it. It turned a rabbit backwards-forwards," Flint says, though he doesn't seem inclined to explain this too much further, "and was Wyrm-tainted. And turned Devon younger, and Jacinta-rhya covered in bark, and Riley-rhya into a girl. When it exploded."
"Riley's not actually a girl," Reed asks, casting Moxie a skeptical glance. And a slight smirk. He shakes his head just a little, and turns his attention to tearing off a mouthful of pizza.
"Looks like a girl to me. Smells like one too," Moxie agrees doubtfully, peering at Flint. "You mean she wasn't, before?"
"Riley-rhya is a girl now," Flint agrees, then shakes his head. "Wasn't, though. Not when I was a cub, Riley was. A guy. The dragon exploded and changed people, and some people changed back, got changed back when. Nieve-rhya talked to a spirit, that. That helped them. It. It turned Kevin-rhya's eyes to. Bug-eyes," Flint adds. "But it, couldn't help Riley."
"Nice," Reed says around a mouthful of pizza. He glances toward Moxie, then takes a longer look around the lobby. "Why don't you have optical scanners or… like high tech stuff around? Isn't your tribe techno-savvy?"
Moxie nods as Reed asks the question she was wondering about, now taking up a slice of pizza for her own enjoyment. Nom.
Flint frowns at Reed a moment, and takes the cup of coffee and takes a few slow, careful sips. "We have stuff, some." He points vaguely at the monitor, and while the monitor itself is older and at the lower end of things, the software running on it is clearly sophisticated. "We are. Just, also practical.. And, things, the. Fifth floor is tribal territory. The door and elevator has, a code, entry controlled."
Reed's brows arch upward in what could be translated as 'Oh', even if he doesn't say as much. He shrugs again, however, and takes another bite of his pizza.
"I need to ask your Tribe for stories. From your forseti and your skal— … um. From your half and gibbous moons. About judgements they've made, or heard of. Do you know any?" Moxie asks the Cliath hesitantly.
"Forseti, skalds," Flint repeats, and grins, clearly comfortable with the Fenrir tribal terms for the auspices. "You should talk to Salem-rhya, and to Kavi-rhya. I can. I can email, both of them. Let them know, that. You're here, that you're looking for, stories." The cliath then shakes his head. "Not, personally. I. There are songs, a few, but. Not right now, I… not right now. All the things I know, are, that. I draw, or, make things to show."
"Okay. If you could, that'd be great," Moxie nods, reaching for a second bit of pizza now, and slumping back in her seat.
Flint adds a bit more definition to the face of the dragon in the picture, and then reaches to get his phone from his pocket. It's an iPhone, clearly older and such, but nonetheless functional and perhaps even treasured by how carefully Flint handles it. There's a message tapped out across the screen and then he puts it back way, silent.
"Thanks. So—um. Is there anything we need to do here? Or not do?" Moxie asks forthrightly.
Flint watches the two cubs for a moment. "Clean up after yourselves," Flint states. "Contribute, for. There's, food, in the laundry room, but. Ask people if you can, can help out. To, make up for it. Be careful, do not," the galliard emphasises, "not step on cockroaches. Feed them, crumbs, or what. Do not let people in the door, that's for. Whomever is on duty." There's a gesture to the office.
Reed shares a look with Moxie as Flint starts in with the rules of the house. His shoulders lift and fall slightly, he could be shifting in his seat as the galliard goes on, instead of shrugging. But when all is said and done, he offers a nod of understanding to the cliath.
"Feed them?" Moxie sounds curious now, though doesn't pursue the question, finishing her second bit of pizza and chasing it down with coffee that is now cooled enough to drink.
Flint reaches at the bottom of the couch for a moment and in fact, comes out with a cockroach that crawls on his hand, until he takes a few crumbs from one pocket of his sweatshirt and shares them with the insect. "They like it," Flint explains. "Don't have to, but. And. If they bother you too much there are. Cans of, of, cat food, in the basement? Take one, put it on a plate, and it will, distract them for a while."
Reed watches the roach with dubious interest. As if he's not sure if he should be worried, intrigued, or slightly disgusted. Slowly, he tears half his remaining pizza crust in half with his teeth and chews.
The same blend of emotions run through Moxie, though she doesn't say anything. Just finishes the second bit of pizza.
It's just a normal cockroach, as much as any of the insects that commonly scurry around the tenement are, and Flint lets it stay on his arm as he picks up his pencil again, returning his attention to the drawing. "I can, tell you. Other stories, songs, of. More, historical things, regarding my tribe, and things, that. Might. Might not help. If you want," he offers Moxie.
Reed shoves the remainder of the crust in his mouth and picks up a second slice of pizza. Armed with that slice of pizza, he stands to take his turn at exploring the lobby.
Flint shrugs his shoulders at Moxie's answer and turns, vaguely watching Reed, before gathering his few things and getting up. "I'll be in the office," he informs the cubs. "Show you, the. The room. Later. Oh. And don't go out without someone." Curt but not impolite, Flint retreats to the rest of monitor duty in silence.