Jona
Cliath
Fire in the Junkyard
Feuer Frei!
Posts: 146
|
Post by Jona on Nov 4, 2009 13:32:04 GMT 1
"A bunch of people taking a taxi is suspicious?" Jona asked. "No, we stick together. We don't split up. Not now, not when we reach the sewers. Keep the money with you. We still have to step sideways."
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Zachary, and looked at the Galliards.
"Any of you know how to talk to rats?" he asked. "Keep it simple. They're not going to go for big speeches or threats, so don't even try explain our cause. Strike a deal, and expect to be on the losing end. With a little luck, we won't be selling away our souls for this Silver Moon, but keep it as a valid option. If we piss them off for some reason, we retreat quickly and painlessly. We do not fight them on their turf. We cannot win."
He looked at Simeon. "And do not, under any circumstances, tell them you are a Silent Strider."
That was it. He looked at Jess. "All clear on the other side?" he asked. "Ready to pull us through?"
|
|
Emelie
Cliath
White Crow
Posts: 83
|
Post by Emelie on Nov 4, 2009 13:50:12 GMT 1
Em was glad they were finally going to actually start moving and doing something. Now they had not one but two things of interest to recover, a pity they couldn't keep either. She looked over at the "boys' as they kept playing their games of dominence and wonder if female wolves ever felt such exasperation at male for this stuff. Then a slight glance at jess, and she smiled. Hell even the females had to decide who was alpha, things were hardly settled in this pack.
So rather than comment on the behavior and still snipping back and forth she nodded. "Right, I assume we are ready to get moving then?" She wasn't worried about a ride, with Mr "oh so glib of tongue Simeon about schmoozing a ride would be easy. Hell if they could get a bus with a mixed gender they could all get a ride easily...and maybe some dates as well. A thought that made her roll her eyes.
|
|
|
Post by Shehrazad on Nov 4, 2009 14:25:31 GMT 1
It took the pack a few seconds to pull through. Simeon met the gauntlet with some resistance at first, but followed them through without any trouble. Hands of Mercy and Zachary arrived across the gauntlet a good five minutes later.
It was a thirty minute walk to the nearest bus station, and Zachary had some trouble finding enough change to buy them all tickets. In the end, an old lady ended up breaking a ten mark note for him, and they all headed into town.
>>To The Sewers<<
|
|
|
Post by Shehrazad on Feb 28, 2010 15:10:32 GMT 1
With Edward giving them all a ride in the van, it took the group a lot less time to get back to the weeping willow. There Edward left them to find their own way back and drove off. There were legal issues to sort out, even in the case of an 'accidental death', and he really needed to change his suit.
Morning turned into day, and it was a sunny day, if a cold one. It would have been cheerful weather if not for the sense of gloom that hung over the group. But it still wasn't too gloomy. After all, they had succeeded. All they had to do was stop from messing this up again.
|
|
Jona
Cliath
Fire in the Junkyard
Feuer Frei!
Posts: 146
|
Post by Jona on Mar 1, 2010 14:17:45 GMT 1
Jona took the time he had in the van to dedicate the shiny globe to himself. He needed to take it across the gauntlet and there was really no other way. When they reached the weeping willow, he stepped towards in and fastened the disco globe to one of the branches. It hung there, reflecting the umbra's light in all directions.
Then he stepped back and waited for the raven. "do you think we need to call it again?" he asked his pack mates.
|
|
|
Post by Hands of Mercy on Mar 1, 2010 17:48:27 GMT 1
By the time the group arrives at the tree, Hands of Mercy is finally flagging. He lags a little behind the rest of the group as he limps on. Once they arrive at the tree, he catches up, and says nothing as he tries to focus his mind through the pain. It wouldn't do to show weakness now.
|
|
Jessika
Cliath
Blood in the Rubble
Posts: 157
|
Post by Jessika on Mar 1, 2010 17:58:14 GMT 1
As the group approach the tree, a thought occurs to Jess, and she prods Em somewhere that doesn't appear to be currently bleeding. "You got the juice to heal him?" she asks, jabbing a thumb in the direction of Hands of Mercy. "We're supposed to be acting as a Pack, after all."
She stands next to Jona as he stands back having hung up the ball. "Mightn't be a bad idea for one of you two," she says quietly, gesturing to Jona and Hands of Mercy, "to say hello, but we didn't use any Rite to call him up last time."
|
|
|
Post by Simeon on Mar 2, 2010 15:43:21 GMT 1
Following along with the others, he was still reflecting a bit on what had happened in the sewers. Normally he wasn't one to dwell on what could happen, but with everything that had been going on the last few days it seems his future was about to get very busy. And as such, with the obligations he had set, he had pretty much taken himself out of the running for carrying the fetish anyway.
Standing a bit behind the group, and to one side he nodded at what Jess said and prepared to wait. After all the Spirit would come when it was ready.
|
|
Emelie
Cliath
White Crow
Posts: 83
|
Post by Emelie on Mar 2, 2010 15:53:10 GMT 1
Em gave Jess a nod. With everything that had happened she hadn't been aware that Hands was still in need of healing. After all, he had endured so stoically and had already had a smaller healing. Walking over to him " She is right....but it is your call as to how deep a healing you want." She knew the Fenrir were about scars, and wasn't sure if he would appreciate it if she healed that as well.
|
|
|
Post by Hands of Mercy on Mar 3, 2010 18:47:48 GMT 1
Hands of Mercy looks down at Emelie as she approaches him. He pauses a moment first to understand what she meant, and secondly to think about her offer. "Close the wounds," he replies quietly. "My voice shows that this was a fight worth the name." And that I was not at the back of this battle, he adds to himself. He doubts Slit-Throat will miss the opportunity to point out Hands of Mercy's record with packmates even if it doesn't yet come close to the Athro's. At least this time the old warrior can't accuse him of hiding behind the lines.
|
|
Jona
Cliath
Fire in the Junkyard
Feuer Frei!
Posts: 146
|
Post by Jona on Mar 4, 2010 12:35:55 GMT 1
Jona gave Jess a nod and then looked at Hands of Mercy. "You should call him then," he said. "This is your moment."
The uncertainty in his voice was clear. He still didn't know whether or not he was doing the right thing, but there was no more time to argue or fight over this.
|
|
Emelie
Cliath
White Crow
Posts: 83
|
Post by Emelie on Mar 5, 2010 14:35:00 GMT 1
Nodding Em lightly touched Hands of Mecry's shoulder and sent some healing energy through him. Doing exactly as he asked and no more. Though part of her was shaking her head over Fenrir and their pride in battlescars...and their pride in general.
|
|
|
Post by Hands of Mercy on Mar 5, 2010 18:48:38 GMT 1
Hands of Mercy nods to Emelie as his wounds begin to knit back together. "Thank you." Then he turns back to the tree and takes a step forwards.
"Hrafnhild, we have reclaimed your treasure and we have returned, lesser in number, but unified. Should we now be worthy of your gift, I shall carry Hrafnsmerki into battle." He waits for a reply.
|
|
|
Post by Shehrazad on Mar 6, 2010 12:59:02 GMT 1
"Then step closer, son of Shadow and the Storm, and take it."
And if Hands of Mercy had any more doubts about the banner, they were taken away now. As he stepped closer, he could finally see the raven in the tree. It began to shine brightly, and the globe that Jona had hung on the branch reflected the lights in every direction. They danced on his clothes and his face, and he had to blink, because they almost blinded him.
And then he felt a sharp painful burning sensation in his chest, as if someone had pressed silver against it. He felt the rage rise inside him again, and for a moment, he and the raven were one. He found himself with memories that weren't his, scores of great battles, and even greater victories. He was in them, but he was a large white flag with a raven woven into it. Then he was Hands of Mercy again, standing under the willow tree, the burning sensation in his chest fading slightly. And it was suddenly as clear to him as the night itself. He wasn't carrying Hrafnsmerki. He was Hrafnsmerki.
(Hands of Mercy had to make a rage roll but you're fine. You also gain a point of temporary rage. And there's a PM for you.)
EDIT: Mother's Touch heals 4 levels of damage.
|
|
|
Post by Hands of Mercy on Mar 6, 2010 13:56:47 GMT 1
((Read and replied))
As the visions and revelations wash over himm, Hands of Mercy places a hand on the tree for support. As they pass, he straightens, one hand on his chest where the pain had burned hottest, the other straying back to the pack containing Forest's Hunger, silently affirming his commitment to both spirits.
Finally, he turns his back on the tree and steps out from under its branches, resuming his breed for as he does. Tipping his head back, he howls. Though his voice does not sound so well from his shredded throat, it is still clear to the gathered Garou it is a howl of victory, promising death to Gaia's foes.
((Call of the Wyld, because... well, it just fits.))
|
|