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Pencil entry, messily scribbled, there are food stains on the pages, dated 12/4/2009
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Tha winds of change, they kinda stink, sometimes. This time, though, I got a wiff before tha real stink hit, and tha stink was of death. Time ta bug out. Time ta enact “Grr’s Evac plan #3”. Needed to get do some “shoppin” fer that. Why were we buggin out? Well, tha nasty critter that had gotten loose, run amuck and brought down tha heat from tha Septic Federal’s. Agent Men, wanderin about, huntin. Tha good citizens of Tox, well, they did what they do best, and after tha smoke cleared, and tha agents had been BBQ’d at tha stake, their helio shot down, and tha reprisal strike by ship ta ship missile on tha supply barge, I knew it was only a matter of time till they came back in force. I talked with some of tha Pack, who were determined ta stay, and fight fer their territory, angry pups who’ve never seen battlefield combat with a well trained and equipped military.
Between that, and the breakup of tha Institute, and everythin else that had been goin on there, tha waters were already lookin choppy, but like I say, tha wind brought tha scent of death, and even tha Messenger was absent. When tha Valkyrie depart, its time ta bug out. Didn’t have too much time, but enough ta do what needed ta be done. I collected tha tools of my trade, and set out shoppin. Huntin, is more accurate, though.
My first target was ta be tha easier of tha two, I just put my nose to tha ground, and sniffed about till I found tha right kind of scent. Male, Shifter, new to town. Alone. Spent a while till I tracked him down, then some more time observin. Stayin down wind, stayin outta sight, and sound. Casual, like, not makin it feel like a stalkin, in case his instincts were good. Turns out, though, he was just another turned Fleshie, stumbling about in his War-Form, like he was finding his paws. Poor bastard, well, him or me, I win out every time. I checked tha surrounds, didn’t want any witnesses for this, or tha whole jig was up. The look in his eyes was hardest, when tha first three round burst caught him in tha middle of tha pelvis. Silver hollow-points, make em myself. I keep a couple of 5.56 clips of them handy, just in case. Silver is a sacred metal, and is due tha respect my kin give it. I craft it with prayer and blessin, because there is only one reason for me ta use it. To take my own kind over tha Wide River.
Those three rounds hit him and shattered tha heavy bone of his pelvis, and hopefully, his spine too, I saw his legs bucklin even as tha second burst took him mid-chest, a little high and left of solar plexus, but, I wasn’t at too much distance, and tha MoA was only slight. Heart shot, rather than another spine hit, but, hollow-points make a mess, even subsonic 5.56’s. Tha trick is ta make a big hole, and not over-penetrate, leave that blood-metal in tha wound ta do its work. I kept whisperin my Prayer fer tha Departin, as he jerked and twitched, bodymass dropping him as his hips cracked wider, fallin in slow motion, impacts ta his chest, rib shards and silver mushrooms sproutin in his lungs and heart. His head turned to me, as he dropped, reflexes and canine hearin getting triangulation on tha second burst, even suppressed. That’s when tha third burst landed. His eyes landed on my position, in tha bushes by tha tattoo parlour, and he opened his mouth to try to howl for help.
Even lung-shot, my kin can let out a howl loud enough ta be heard by all those who would listen, fer quite a ways, and as it happens, I was ready, in case that happened, but, fallin as he was, mouth opening ta howl, my third burst found tha mark I gave them, mouth is as good as throat, and he ate at least two of tha three rounds. He crumpled, and lay still, back of his head a wet mess, where bone fragments and silver shards punched through tha back of his skull. I had ta move fast, in case I gotr spotted, but tha hours I keep, and picked, made that pretty easy, no one much is ever about when I am, so, I was in luck. I gathered my brass, slung my weapon, and double timed it over to him. I wondered what his name was, but, Coyote knows, and will add it to my tally. I reached him ,saw his tattered clothes and realised how young he must be, maybe his second moon as Kin, not even old enough ta know how ta deal with clothes. Too bad fer him. Dog eat Dog. I whipped out a poncho liner and rolled him onto it, tied him in, and threw him over my shoulder, and got my tail back to the Library.
I got him in, unseen again, I think, and stashed him in tha store room, before changing, and re-equippin myself fer my second item. A couple of hours had passed, not sure how much longer we had, and with tha time tickin away in my head. I got myself together, and headed back out. As I wandered, I got word that a supply ship had been spotted comin in, and we were expected ta make a show of gatherin intel. Well, that’s what we do, and it’d have raised more attention if I hadn’t. Her Ladyship was still out, makin her own arrangements. So, it was up to me. I passed tha crowd, squablin over booze and eats, as they stood about tha docks, all tha while, I was scanning bodies. Size and shape, needed ta be Fleshie, if this was gunna work. There were folks talking about tha critter, and that it had been loaded up ta be shipped off. I boarded tha barge, and poked about, myself, even whe nit pulled away, I kept lookin through what was left. Folks on tha shore yelled ta get back, that I’d get taken, but, I just waved cheerily, seemed ta me like them seein I was finding a way of tha island fer a holiday wasn’t a bad thing, would add to tha confusion, and if there were repercussions? Well, all tha better, blame tha Mainalnders fer what they were gunna find, later on.
I disembarked as tha barge turned tha corner near tha harbour, out of eye-line from tha docks. Double backed through tha sea wall, past tha Pit, and towards tha Park, tha fountain. Always one by tha fountain, or at least, in tha old days. I was in luck. All alone, again, bloody good fortune, pardon tha pun, and I set up quickly in tha rubble behind tha Vet Clinic, under tha toxic vat. I had my M-70 this time, and a different load. Folks think that bein in tha Institute is all about reading books, and filin reports. What they forget is that we larn everythin, we collect everythn, we never throw anything away. As Praetor, I had access, and knowledge.
I had tha anti-Fanger Serum, to de-Fanger folks, as used in tha Fanger-Lycan War, two strains, actually, because we had developed our own, too, a legacy of Shiny, Lyra tha Furf. I had taken that, and loaded it up into tranq darts, tha same kind that used ta get used on me, when I was in tha zoo, when I was learnin ta think like a Fleshie, in tha 7RAR-L. Tha same I’ve used on my own kin ta drop them when they go moon-struck. I had two of each strain, and had them on paw, just in case.
Tha female was not big, but she moved with tha fluid power that comes with tha Fangers, sex on a stick and as cool as a Melbourne eve. Her hair wasn’t dark, wasn’t light, so I was hopin it was tha right colour, but in tha end, that’s just icin on tha cake. I lined up as she fed from tha trough, tha fountain I helped build. At least she had tha grace ta use a cup, Her Ladyship would have been pleased ta know. I was pretty sure she didn’t have a clue I was there, again, I wasn’t that far off, and this could get messy if I bullocked it up.
Tha first dart hit her in tha back, about kidney height, she flinched, and spat her mouthful out and wheeled on tha spot and looked around fer what had hit her. Not seein anything, she reached back to grab at the dart, and struggled to reach it. I loaded up tha second kind, and drew another bead on her, and tagged her, upper right chest, above her teats, below collarbone. When she took that one, she staggered a little, off balance from reaching fer tha first dart.
When she plucked it and looked at it, tha look of contempt and spite that crossed her face was something outta tha movies. Classic Fanger rage face, fangs dropped, predator’s snarl, and she was on tha road ta revenge. She heard tha second shot, too, just like my kin had, and came at me, or at least, my way, a keening call made its way out of her mouth, as she ran towards tha vat I was under, I expect that she thought she’d zip under, and tear out tha throat of tha fool who tried to dart her, like some mortal. Well, I was hopin tha serum was fast actin, and that a mixed double dose would do tha trick, because tha next round I loaded was just a regular copper jacketed steel core. She had crossed tha park in good time, rounded tha tank, and was getting ready to vault tha chainlink fence I was behind, when she slowed. Makin tha jump, she only got half way up tha fence, and with a look of rage, and anger, had ta go hand over hand up it.
I took that as a sign my plan, and tha serums, had worked, and unloaded tha third round, mid-chest, iron sighted. Tha full military load cracked hard, kicked hard, and did it’s job. She was still goin up, but when that round punched through her chest, she just crumpled and sagged mid-air, and dropped off tha fence into a heap, behind tha vat. She wasn’t quite dead, makin that raspy, wheezy sound folks make when they are getting ready ta Cross, after takin one to tha lungs. I re-chambered, gathered my brass, and slipped around tha fence, at-shoulder, keeping her covered, in case tha serum wore off sudden-like whilst she was still kickin. I looked her in tha eyes as tha life went out of her, and whispered tha same prayer I had fer tha first target. She might have deserved ta die, but she wasn’t even my enemy, just needed her fer tha plan. Another name on Coyote’s list. Rolled her ta see that it was a through and through shot, then bagged her too, and after slingin my weapon, carried her as swift as i could without lookin like I was runnin with fresh meat, back to tha Library.
I got back, and again, as it often was, these days, found it empty, dumped tha almost-Fanger in tha store room, and got tha rest of what I needed. Clothes. Two sets, mine and Hers. I stripped tha two bodies, and changed them, hard work when ya think about it, harder ta do, even more so when they are all bloody and fucked up like these two were. I managed, I had to, time was tickin down on us something fierce. I dragged tha two bodies out, and Her Ladyship was there, ready, and lookin . . . grim. She nodded to me, and looks sadly at the two bodies, dressed like us, but, not us. Tha once-Fanger still had tha fangs, but tha thing that makes them be undead was dead in it, so, she was just in-between. She wasn’t even old enough ta go ta ash, just kinda looked dead and sickly. My kin had gone back to Fleshie form, reverted slowly after tha silver had done its work. I looked at them like so much meat, I had a job ta do, and I was gunna see my mission to tha end.
I reached up and yanked a pawfull of fur out, and tossed it at tha couches and look out my KA-BAR, and lookin away from Her Ladyship, stabbed myself through tha forearm. Whimpered, I did, it’s a hard thing ta do, without rage goadin ya, ta stab yerself, but I did it, and left tha blade in, and spun my arm about a bit, ta spray some blood about. Pulled it out again, and at tha same spot, sliced a chunk outta my arm, skinned a patch tha size of a dog food can lid, growlin as I sawed it off, and tossed it against tha fire place. Tha look in Her Ladyships eyes at me hurtin myself made me feel bad fer doin it, but, I could feel tha regeneration as I got to tha next stage, so, no harm done. Her Ladyship surprised me then, but, and said “I suppose I should offer the same evidence to our pursuers, don’t you think?” and before I could say anything, she bit her wrist and flicked it at tha wall and floor aways from tha bodies. I nodded, and bowed my head in thanks to her forwards thinking.
Last step. I got a metal canister out of my supplies, and slopped tha sticky, stinkin mess out of it, all over tha bodies, makin a mess of it, makin sure I didn’t spread it too far off them, but, its good stuff, made it myself, real thick and sticky. Napalm. Covered tha bodies but not tha Library. I had told tha Library Spirit our plan, and I got tha feelin it was just as unhappy as we were about tha situation, and I got tha feelin it was thinking tha same thing. It had dropped a book, for me when I had first told it about my evac plans, tha book was “You Only Live Twice” by Ian Fleming, a spook book, but I didn’t get ta read it, maybe next time . . .
We set tha bodies, and with our small bags of things, look out tha grimy windows into to that grimy city fer what was probably tha last time. I reached inta my pouch and fished out my mirror and asked Her Ladyship if she was ready. She smiled, a fierce, determined smile and nodded, I offered my paw, she took it in her smooth as stone hand. “See ya on tha flipside, Library, its been swell, but tha swelling’s gone down” and with that, we flashed outta that place, leavin mystery and misadventure in our wake, misery and muck in our past.
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Wednesday, March 25, 2009
The Lady Walks
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Pencil entry, dated 26/3/2009, there is a deep red smear in one corner
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Through the darkened streets She walked, crunching over the concrete gravel and spent casings. Standing tall and upright, but I could see Her shoulders were low, as if some weight were on Her, something, I couldn’t see what. But She walked on, and I followed. Knew I was there, I’m sure, I had made no secret of it, but, when She needs to stroll to think, I’m happier if I know there are extra friendly eyes Watchin. She don’t need much in tha way of protectin, there’s not much more I can do, that an Ancient Fanger, as She is, couldn’t handle. Still, makes me feel better knowin She aint wanderin all alone, and I think She finds it warmin that I tag along sometimes, either in arms reach, or like now, from across tha street.
I sing a little song to myself as we walk, Her where She would go, me, watching her “6”. It’s a song from home, called “Thorns”. One verse catches me, especially as She walks, and I think I understand what is happening.
No point complaining, I've been here before,
The same old same old you know the score,
Faces unfeeling, look down on me,
Eyes cut from stone shine with no sympathy,
This silent of silence, this river of pain,
And here I am walking down her streets again,
On thorns...
She walks through the city, not a straight line “walk with a mission”, just, walking. From tha Library I follow her to tha Garage, tha Ryders took off, just roared into tha night, and no one’s heard much from them since, there are still a couple of folks about, but they don’t wear the Colours, so I figure they’re strays. They don’t even look up from their scavengin as Her Ladyship passes, and pauses to look over the near empty stronghold. Its not till She is passed that they look up, and look to one another and nod at Her back. One stands, and they make to move on what looks to be an easy mark, a Lady, in fine clothes, walking in the dark, alone. Except, She aint. I saw them through the window, and as they step up ta make a move towards Her, I pad to tha open Garage doorway. Lookin in from my crouch, tall even with my paws close to the ground, I give a snarl to let them know She is not prey for them, they go silent, looked to the floor, and I move off.
The Pit, that fucking place. Power and terror, fear and rage. I’ll be glad to see the back of that place, some of my Timor dreams are matched by the ones I have from that place. She walks up the long ramp and pauses, staring inwards and shakes her head, not a negative, but disappointed, and walks back down, and away. I Watch from the back of tha Shelter, ready as ever to go in for Her, as I have in tha past, when She was confronted by tha Shadows, seeking reparation for Nareth’s being ett. Not this time though, tha Pit was as silent as tha Graveyard, which was Her next destination. We walked, Her down the middle of the street, me, dartin from cover to cover, past the Shelter, past the hospital, to tha Church of tha Righteous, and tha Graveyard.
Still, silent. She moves into tha Church, and down tha aisles. I could hear her heels on tha boards, and tha echo was telling. Tha graves were as still and silent as ever, tha muck and mist givin no sign of bein disturbed for some time, no couples scrumpin, no Fangers, fangin, nothing. Dead. Ironic, that. I hang back as I hear Her return, lettin Her walk as She will. South again. Past Haven, past tha Diner, to tha Park.
Tha Park where we did a great Work. Where the willing bled and a great betrayal was struck. She stands by tha Pool, now clotted and leaf-blown, tha Alliance of Her kin seem to have never givin it care and neglect shows, its healing power is diminished, and it smells. Her Ladyship stopped and sighed. I saw her look up to the trees that grew right around it, trees planted from seeds of Her garden, Goddess knows how old they would have been. Fruit that is blood-rich, and good ta eat fer Fanger and Fleshie alike. Plums that taste kind of like salty melon. Deep red and hardy enough to even grow in Toxia. Untasted, it seems, because tha branches are full of fruit, maybe tha season change did them good. It was a hard winter. She sighs again, and walks back towards tha Library.
I pause, from across the street, and as She leaves the park, I enter it, and go to the trees. I stare at the fruit, and at the pool, and back over the city. Was it all wasted? Were all the efforts fer nothing? We’ve lost so much, so many of our people have already fled. Tha comin of Cthulhu and Dagon was tha turning point, I think. Even tha rats are hard to come by. At least my Kin in tha Pack are thrivin, but, fer how long?
I looked to the trees, and made up my mind. I picked half of tha fruit, every second one, and put them in my pouch, dozens of blood-plums, lucky my pouch is a lot bigger on tha inside than it is on tha outside, or at least, where it goes is. I harvested tha fruits, because, if this place falls, or if we go, this at least won’t be wasted. I headed back to tha Library, and stroked tha walls, letting tha Library Spirit know that I was home, fer now.
Pencil entry, dated 26/3/2009, there is a deep red smear in one corner
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Through the darkened streets She walked, crunching over the concrete gravel and spent casings. Standing tall and upright, but I could see Her shoulders were low, as if some weight were on Her, something, I couldn’t see what. But She walked on, and I followed. Knew I was there, I’m sure, I had made no secret of it, but, when She needs to stroll to think, I’m happier if I know there are extra friendly eyes Watchin. She don’t need much in tha way of protectin, there’s not much more I can do, that an Ancient Fanger, as She is, couldn’t handle. Still, makes me feel better knowin She aint wanderin all alone, and I think She finds it warmin that I tag along sometimes, either in arms reach, or like now, from across tha street.
I sing a little song to myself as we walk, Her where She would go, me, watching her “6”. It’s a song from home, called “Thorns”. One verse catches me, especially as She walks, and I think I understand what is happening.
No point complaining, I've been here before,
The same old same old you know the score,
Faces unfeeling, look down on me,
Eyes cut from stone shine with no sympathy,
This silent of silence, this river of pain,
And here I am walking down her streets again,
On thorns...
She walks through the city, not a straight line “walk with a mission”, just, walking. From tha Library I follow her to tha Garage, tha Ryders took off, just roared into tha night, and no one’s heard much from them since, there are still a couple of folks about, but they don’t wear the Colours, so I figure they’re strays. They don’t even look up from their scavengin as Her Ladyship passes, and pauses to look over the near empty stronghold. Its not till She is passed that they look up, and look to one another and nod at Her back. One stands, and they make to move on what looks to be an easy mark, a Lady, in fine clothes, walking in the dark, alone. Except, She aint. I saw them through the window, and as they step up ta make a move towards Her, I pad to tha open Garage doorway. Lookin in from my crouch, tall even with my paws close to the ground, I give a snarl to let them know She is not prey for them, they go silent, looked to the floor, and I move off.
The Pit, that fucking place. Power and terror, fear and rage. I’ll be glad to see the back of that place, some of my Timor dreams are matched by the ones I have from that place. She walks up the long ramp and pauses, staring inwards and shakes her head, not a negative, but disappointed, and walks back down, and away. I Watch from the back of tha Shelter, ready as ever to go in for Her, as I have in tha past, when She was confronted by tha Shadows, seeking reparation for Nareth’s being ett. Not this time though, tha Pit was as silent as tha Graveyard, which was Her next destination. We walked, Her down the middle of the street, me, dartin from cover to cover, past the Shelter, past the hospital, to tha Church of tha Righteous, and tha Graveyard.
Still, silent. She moves into tha Church, and down tha aisles. I could hear her heels on tha boards, and tha echo was telling. Tha graves were as still and silent as ever, tha muck and mist givin no sign of bein disturbed for some time, no couples scrumpin, no Fangers, fangin, nothing. Dead. Ironic, that. I hang back as I hear Her return, lettin Her walk as She will. South again. Past Haven, past tha Diner, to tha Park.
Tha Park where we did a great Work. Where the willing bled and a great betrayal was struck. She stands by tha Pool, now clotted and leaf-blown, tha Alliance of Her kin seem to have never givin it care and neglect shows, its healing power is diminished, and it smells. Her Ladyship stopped and sighed. I saw her look up to the trees that grew right around it, trees planted from seeds of Her garden, Goddess knows how old they would have been. Fruit that is blood-rich, and good ta eat fer Fanger and Fleshie alike. Plums that taste kind of like salty melon. Deep red and hardy enough to even grow in Toxia. Untasted, it seems, because tha branches are full of fruit, maybe tha season change did them good. It was a hard winter. She sighs again, and walks back towards tha Library.
I pause, from across the street, and as She leaves the park, I enter it, and go to the trees. I stare at the fruit, and at the pool, and back over the city. Was it all wasted? Were all the efforts fer nothing? We’ve lost so much, so many of our people have already fled. Tha comin of Cthulhu and Dagon was tha turning point, I think. Even tha rats are hard to come by. At least my Kin in tha Pack are thrivin, but, fer how long?
I looked to the trees, and made up my mind. I picked half of tha fruit, every second one, and put them in my pouch, dozens of blood-plums, lucky my pouch is a lot bigger on tha inside than it is on tha outside, or at least, where it goes is. I harvested tha fruits, because, if this place falls, or if we go, this at least won’t be wasted. I headed back to tha Library, and stroked tha walls, letting tha Library Spirit know that I was home, fer now.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
New Faces, Old hearts
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pencil entry, dated 28/1/2009
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Tha day i met with Strong Gal and Snappypants at tha Shelter, and we talked about redemption, i met some new meat. A cybernetic chick who looked half-done, and a Feather lady. They seemed real interested in tha Library when it got brought up, so i told em to come around and look me up. So look me up they did. Tha bot-girl didnt seem ta have any memories for anythin other than that week, and tha Feather was cheery but not to sure of herself, like she's been sent here fer bad behaviour. They both seemed nice enough.
Redd and Tonks. Both real polite, and eager. I got tha feelin that Dee, who Featherpants Named "Double" Dee, on account of how her name gets spelt. (That and she's not a nice rack, i think, Featherpants has always got an eye fer that kinda thing. ) Anyways, i think that she "woke up" before she was done, whether she got abandoned or not, i dotn think she was quite "done". She's fine, she dont seem ta be bothered much by it, except she worries about how she looks. That and she worried about what it meant that i called her a construct ta someone. Worried that she weren't real, or worth anythin, cause someone made her. Spent a long while tryin ta do herself harm, cause of it, and doubtin her feelins. All come back ta that.
Tonks, Tonky, is a cheerful Feather, real eager ta help out, and do stuff. Young. Do Feathers get made, or born? Do they know time like tha rest of us? She's sure younger seemin tha Featherpants, younger than Tobe. Nice kid, i guess thats kinda their job, but. Bein nice, at least, early on, it seems. Turnin people inta pillars of salt and layin waste ta cities dont come till later, apparently. Seems she's got a taste fer fur, too, as her mate, Pensive, Pennie, a cousin of mine. Another good kid. He had his First Change leadin up to tha Full Moon, and tha Hunt. Tonky got recruited, but i think Pen is holdin back ta run free, fair enough too, we run a strict house, and he's new. Bitten new, i think. I dont right remember.
Then there's Kryss tha Scale Lady, we only got to know each other recently, i think she musta arrives whilst i was bonkers, so, i missed out on tha meet and greet. She's some kinda nagha thingy, snake lady. Demon of some kind, but more like a Shifter. She's interestin, like a Fanger, but, like a Shifter too. She can change shapes, but, she aint a were. She was born, or, kinda yeah, born, but tested, they got a culture about it, which is interestin. If it weren't fer tha scales, you'd think they were lika a Pack. If it weren't fer tha bein alive, ya might think they are like Fangers, tha way their culture works, and, endures. Old. Not just lastin, but, old, their elders are, so Scale Gal says.
Just more recent was Doc Basalia. Formerly of tha Ryders, Fleshie Israeli trauma surgeon. She runs real close with Stilleto tha K.A. Fanger. They work on bloodlines and specialised in tha infective agents of tha Fanger Makin Embrace and tha Lycan Change Gift. This is gunna be tricky. One of her first lines was ta point out that she dug chicks and "was that an issue". Can't say as it was, I prefer females, so we got common ground. Spirit Gal had a giggle at her, askin if it mattered if she -did- mind. Seems tha Doc prefers to be on top. She learnt quick that our Matriarchy is already strong. Strong and stable. The Triumvirate is joined again.
Dee. She's a real person, she's more than just flanges and wires and meat and programs. And tha Maker proved that. I figured if she was, and she hit on him, he'd get all indignant and cat-bum faced. So I told her it was a test. He did, she passed. She's a person. Lucifer's soul detector can't lie. Not if it means he has ta point out how much he needs it and how much he suffers. He's too wrapped in it for that. Perfect tool for tha job.
pencil entry, dated 28/1/2009
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Tha day i met with Strong Gal and Snappypants at tha Shelter, and we talked about redemption, i met some new meat. A cybernetic chick who looked half-done, and a Feather lady. They seemed real interested in tha Library when it got brought up, so i told em to come around and look me up. So look me up they did. Tha bot-girl didnt seem ta have any memories for anythin other than that week, and tha Feather was cheery but not to sure of herself, like she's been sent here fer bad behaviour. They both seemed nice enough.
Redd and Tonks. Both real polite, and eager. I got tha feelin that Dee, who Featherpants Named "Double" Dee, on account of how her name gets spelt. (That and she's not a nice rack, i think, Featherpants has always got an eye fer that kinda thing. ) Anyways, i think that she "woke up" before she was done, whether she got abandoned or not, i dotn think she was quite "done". She's fine, she dont seem ta be bothered much by it, except she worries about how she looks. That and she worried about what it meant that i called her a construct ta someone. Worried that she weren't real, or worth anythin, cause someone made her. Spent a long while tryin ta do herself harm, cause of it, and doubtin her feelins. All come back ta that.
Tonks, Tonky, is a cheerful Feather, real eager ta help out, and do stuff. Young. Do Feathers get made, or born? Do they know time like tha rest of us? She's sure younger seemin tha Featherpants, younger than Tobe. Nice kid, i guess thats kinda their job, but. Bein nice, at least, early on, it seems. Turnin people inta pillars of salt and layin waste ta cities dont come till later, apparently. Seems she's got a taste fer fur, too, as her mate, Pensive, Pennie, a cousin of mine. Another good kid. He had his First Change leadin up to tha Full Moon, and tha Hunt. Tonky got recruited, but i think Pen is holdin back ta run free, fair enough too, we run a strict house, and he's new. Bitten new, i think. I dont right remember.
Then there's Kryss tha Scale Lady, we only got to know each other recently, i think she musta arrives whilst i was bonkers, so, i missed out on tha meet and greet. She's some kinda nagha thingy, snake lady. Demon of some kind, but more like a Shifter. She's interestin, like a Fanger, but, like a Shifter too. She can change shapes, but, she aint a were. She was born, or, kinda yeah, born, but tested, they got a culture about it, which is interestin. If it weren't fer tha scales, you'd think they were lika a Pack. If it weren't fer tha bein alive, ya might think they are like Fangers, tha way their culture works, and, endures. Old. Not just lastin, but, old, their elders are, so Scale Gal says.
Just more recent was Doc Basalia. Formerly of tha Ryders, Fleshie Israeli trauma surgeon. She runs real close with Stilleto tha K.A. Fanger. They work on bloodlines and specialised in tha infective agents of tha Fanger Makin Embrace and tha Lycan Change Gift. This is gunna be tricky. One of her first lines was ta point out that she dug chicks and "was that an issue". Can't say as it was, I prefer females, so we got common ground. Spirit Gal had a giggle at her, askin if it mattered if she -did- mind. Seems tha Doc prefers to be on top. She learnt quick that our Matriarchy is already strong. Strong and stable. The Triumvirate is joined again.
Dee. She's a real person, she's more than just flanges and wires and meat and programs. And tha Maker proved that. I figured if she was, and she hit on him, he'd get all indignant and cat-bum faced. So I told her it was a test. He did, she passed. She's a person. Lucifer's soul detector can't lie. Not if it means he has ta point out how much he needs it and how much he suffers. He's too wrapped in it for that. Perfect tool for tha job.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Disciplinin tha Alchemist
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Pencil note, dated 17/1/2009
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We had just been dealin with one of Featherpants' meltdowns, and low and behold, tha Shadow-Wives were in attendance. In fact, we had a whole gaggle of Shadows come callin. Spirit Gal had been talkin to Featherpants before he blew and and stomped off yellin somethin like ""Fuck This Institute and fuck Toxian City, I think I'll tender my resignation to Omega next time she is here". Not happy, but, thats been tha way of things for a while. Since he went ta Hell ta fetch back Blue-Wife. Bad trade if ya ask me, but, love is a funny thing, it seems. I'd have gone into it, or looked after him, but we had a situation brewing, more like about to boil over, that i needed to see to.
Blue-Wife snaps aloud "quit that, I will sting you in the ass... I am warning you" I look over and see Blake, standin about like a lump, grinnin. Blue-Shadow reacts, and tells Spirit Gal she's goin ta back up her sister-wife. Blake is oblivious to tha trouble "oh lookie here imma shadow . . ." Blue-Wife frowns, then grins wide and asked "hows the skin rot?" Spirit Gal leans up against me and groans. Blake got the Shadow-Wives in a foul mood, and they cursed him with some kinda flesh eatin bug, gave him a right cankerous wound. We sorted it, tricky in a Fanger, but he just dont learn. "oh much better, i thought it was sexy how you spit in the wound" great, just what we need.
I saw Blue-Wife flick her tail out, lashin at him trying to jab him in the ass, he just chuckled "hey hey heeyyy now" So i get involved tellin him "Blake, dont antagonise our guests, or you'll be in tha same shit yer always fallin in" Tha Shadow, Mei pipes in askin Spirit Gal "isn't your lot supposed to be non-violent? And non-irritating?" Don't know where she got that idea. With all tha crap goin on in tha city, we've stepped up our security, and close quarters battle trainin, and its been one of our long standin operatin procedures to NOT be irritatin. Better intel gathered that way. Blue-Shadow steps up to Blake and talks to her wife. "How about we deal with him easily?"
Blake tries to squirm his way outta it nowm he sees tha trap hes stumbled towards "im just joking...i know who not to provoke.." Bollocks he does. Tha drongo couldn't negotiate his way outta a wet paper bag with both hands. Blue-Wife ain't mollified none "he's too dumb to be taught... just like a retarted puppy... all you can do is drown it in the bathtub" Blue-Shadow follows up with "make him drown himself its easy" What did tha dumb as say to that? Did he back off, shug it off no, more fuel to the fire. "i love it when you talk dirty, not that i need to breathe.."
Now Shadow Kytara decided to get involved "Hey Blue, is that dinner?" she smirked as she headed out. Blue Shadow was firin on all four cylinders by now, "Fill your body with cement so you can't ever come up you can just rot under the ocean" Doesnt sound like a fun plan ta me, but Blake just goads them along "give yall something to do huh?" Spirit Gal sighed heavy like and took my paw in her hand. "How are you, beloved?" She looked up at Double Dee and smiled. Blue-Wife shrugged "I already cursed his skin to rot off once... didn't seem to detur him. I don't actually mind... he's just another loudmouth like the rest of this city. No manners, no brains, no balls"
Figured i needed to call fer some order, so i told them "Shadows, behave, we'll look to ours, awright? Blake, shut the FUCK up" as he was comin out with "ya'll seem to have the balls" he grabbed at his crotch lookin between her legs
Kytara hadn't left after all, "Aww, that's a shame. Probably doesn't taste very good then." She chuckled as she heard me startin ta give Blake a dressin down. HE just wandered up to the window and looked out. Blue-Wife smirked and shook her head "like I said... retarted puppy", "Needs a brain transplant" said her Sister-Wife. He must have been feelin lyrical, casue he just started philosophisin "this city is humourless ..no wonder everyones so bitter..." grins, and walks off. Right into my trap.
"Blake, you start this kind of shit with them every time you cross their path. do you require me ta get tha chain of command involved? you will NOT keep provoking tha Shadows, as a member of tha Institute, do ya understand?" he gives me a "yes Praetor" as Blue-Wife calls back at me "should have let me leave the curse on" but i'm startin ta see red at his lack of sense. "you grinnin at me, boy? or do ya think ya'll enjoy what tha "or else" is? Spirit Gal and Double Dee ar etalkin, but stop about then. a still settled on tha Library.looks down momentarily. Blake looked at tha floor.
Blue-Wife looked at her sister-wife and fretted a tad "lets go hmmm? this place has too many memories" she nodded and said "I need to sleep" but i was on Blake like a pup on a bone. "because this is exactly tha kind of fucked up shit that tha other Factions spend their whole fuckin lives wadin through, and we got plenty better things ta do than puttin out tha fires that tha people who are meant ta be workin, but aint, are lightin in tha magazine, Do. You. Understand. Me?" i can smell blood as Blake bit his own tongue, eyes still to the floor, frownin. "and if ya intend to stay in tha Institute then you will put this shit behind you. Am. I. Understood?" He mumbled "i understand Praetor"
I kept on it, because lettin a bloodied deer go aint right. Finish tha job. "because as Coyote is my witness, if -i- can, after all tha fucked up shit that i have gone through with tha House of Fuckin Shadows, then you can pull yer fuckin head in, and toe tha line. Do we have an understandin?" He said we did, so i decided it was done "Good, dismissed. get out of my sight, and do somethin useful for Her ladyship." He scuttled off. Tha Shadow females had all pissed off too, leavin just me, Spirit Gal, and Double Dee. Spirit Gal wandered over and stroked my arm soothin me. Double Dee winked. I relaxed some, and unlocked my posture. I bleew a raspberry, with if ya never seen or heard is somethin else, from a Shifter in War-Form.
Spirit Gal smiled "One should never think that you are tame, Beloved. It would be a serious mistake." Aint that tha truth. I gave her a big, sloppy kiss, makin Double Dee squirm and blush in shock, and head out for a run, to go stomp some snow. Dickhead.
Pencil note, dated 17/1/2009
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We had just been dealin with one of Featherpants' meltdowns, and low and behold, tha Shadow-Wives were in attendance. In fact, we had a whole gaggle of Shadows come callin. Spirit Gal had been talkin to Featherpants before he blew and and stomped off yellin somethin like ""Fuck This Institute and fuck Toxian City, I think I'll tender my resignation to Omega next time she is here". Not happy, but, thats been tha way of things for a while. Since he went ta Hell ta fetch back Blue-Wife. Bad trade if ya ask me, but, love is a funny thing, it seems. I'd have gone into it, or looked after him, but we had a situation brewing, more like about to boil over, that i needed to see to.
Blue-Wife snaps aloud "quit that, I will sting you in the ass... I am warning you" I look over and see Blake, standin about like a lump, grinnin. Blue-Shadow reacts, and tells Spirit Gal she's goin ta back up her sister-wife. Blake is oblivious to tha trouble "oh lookie here imma shadow . . ." Blue-Wife frowns, then grins wide and asked "hows the skin rot?" Spirit Gal leans up against me and groans. Blake got the Shadow-Wives in a foul mood, and they cursed him with some kinda flesh eatin bug, gave him a right cankerous wound. We sorted it, tricky in a Fanger, but he just dont learn. "oh much better, i thought it was sexy how you spit in the wound" great, just what we need.
I saw Blue-Wife flick her tail out, lashin at him trying to jab him in the ass, he just chuckled "hey hey heeyyy now" So i get involved tellin him "Blake, dont antagonise our guests, or you'll be in tha same shit yer always fallin in" Tha Shadow, Mei pipes in askin Spirit Gal "isn't your lot supposed to be non-violent? And non-irritating?" Don't know where she got that idea. With all tha crap goin on in tha city, we've stepped up our security, and close quarters battle trainin, and its been one of our long standin operatin procedures to NOT be irritatin. Better intel gathered that way. Blue-Shadow steps up to Blake and talks to her wife. "How about we deal with him easily?"
Blake tries to squirm his way outta it nowm he sees tha trap hes stumbled towards "im just joking...i know who not to provoke.." Bollocks he does. Tha drongo couldn't negotiate his way outta a wet paper bag with both hands. Blue-Wife ain't mollified none "he's too dumb to be taught... just like a retarted puppy... all you can do is drown it in the bathtub" Blue-Shadow follows up with "make him drown himself its easy" What did tha dumb as say to that? Did he back off, shug it off no, more fuel to the fire. "i love it when you talk dirty, not that i need to breathe.."
Now Shadow Kytara decided to get involved "Hey Blue, is that dinner?" she smirked as she headed out. Blue Shadow was firin on all four cylinders by now, "Fill your body with cement so you can't ever come up you can just rot under the ocean" Doesnt sound like a fun plan ta me, but Blake just goads them along "give yall something to do huh?" Spirit Gal sighed heavy like and took my paw in her hand. "How are you, beloved?" She looked up at Double Dee and smiled. Blue-Wife shrugged "I already cursed his skin to rot off once... didn't seem to detur him. I don't actually mind... he's just another loudmouth like the rest of this city. No manners, no brains, no balls"
Figured i needed to call fer some order, so i told them "Shadows, behave, we'll look to ours, awright? Blake, shut the FUCK up" as he was comin out with "ya'll seem to have the balls" he grabbed at his crotch lookin between her legs
Kytara hadn't left after all, "Aww, that's a shame. Probably doesn't taste very good then." She chuckled as she heard me startin ta give Blake a dressin down. HE just wandered up to the window and looked out. Blue-Wife smirked and shook her head "like I said... retarted puppy", "Needs a brain transplant" said her Sister-Wife. He must have been feelin lyrical, casue he just started philosophisin "this city is humourless ..no wonder everyones so bitter..." grins, and walks off. Right into my trap.
"Blake, you start this kind of shit with them every time you cross their path. do you require me ta get tha chain of command involved? you will NOT keep provoking tha Shadows, as a member of tha Institute, do ya understand?" he gives me a "yes Praetor" as Blue-Wife calls back at me "should have let me leave the curse on" but i'm startin ta see red at his lack of sense. "you grinnin at me, boy? or do ya think ya'll enjoy what tha "or else" is? Spirit Gal and Double Dee ar etalkin, but stop about then. a still settled on tha Library.looks down momentarily. Blake looked at tha floor.
Blue-Wife looked at her sister-wife and fretted a tad "lets go hmmm? this place has too many memories" she nodded and said "I need to sleep" but i was on Blake like a pup on a bone. "because this is exactly tha kind of fucked up shit that tha other Factions spend their whole fuckin lives wadin through, and we got plenty better things ta do than puttin out tha fires that tha people who are meant ta be workin, but aint, are lightin in tha magazine, Do. You. Understand. Me?" i can smell blood as Blake bit his own tongue, eyes still to the floor, frownin. "and if ya intend to stay in tha Institute then you will put this shit behind you. Am. I. Understood?" He mumbled "i understand Praetor"
I kept on it, because lettin a bloodied deer go aint right. Finish tha job. "because as Coyote is my witness, if -i- can, after all tha fucked up shit that i have gone through with tha House of Fuckin Shadows, then you can pull yer fuckin head in, and toe tha line. Do we have an understandin?" He said we did, so i decided it was done "Good, dismissed. get out of my sight, and do somethin useful for Her ladyship." He scuttled off. Tha Shadow females had all pissed off too, leavin just me, Spirit Gal, and Double Dee. Spirit Gal wandered over and stroked my arm soothin me. Double Dee winked. I relaxed some, and unlocked my posture. I bleew a raspberry, with if ya never seen or heard is somethin else, from a Shifter in War-Form.
Spirit Gal smiled "One should never think that you are tame, Beloved. It would be a serious mistake." Aint that tha truth. I gave her a big, sloppy kiss, makin Double Dee squirm and blush in shock, and head out for a run, to go stomp some snow. Dickhead.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Athos and the JAFFY Fangers
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Pencil note in a messy hand, as if written whilst walking, dated 19/11/2008
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Stacy of tha Righteous nodded solemnly and spoke "Pix, you always make me proud dear." I padded up, and looked first to Stacey, and bowed, as befitted her station, then to Pix. Tha Covenite door-warden Seven smiled, "Seem's he has come back, Pix" We’d spoken earlier, I’d let them know I needed ta talk with Athos, but not why. Her Ladyship prefers we’re covert. So She gets covert. Stacy nodded respectfully to me. I appreciate that. Some folks can actually see past tha fur and claws. Athos smiled at me "Hey fellow musketeer" then tipped her head to Stacy "thank you ". Athos used ta report ta Stacey, when she was servin tha Righteous cause. I said g'day ta her and told her I was there on official business... Family stuff ... Stacy’s eyes went wide then slowly softened "well official business I will leave you to it.. Good Day Pix, Mr GrrBrool, and all.” I guess she wasn’t expectin that tha Institute ever did much trade with tha Coven, or something ... least nothing serious. I suppose we don’t, at least, not serious like this.
Athos sighed and turns around "guess we'd better go inside then" smiles once again at Stacy "please call back when you have the time" Tha Warden excused herself too, and scooted away on an errandand I followed Athos inta tha Shop. I padded in and looks about. Always good ta check yer entrances and exits, cubs . . . especially when ya’ve had Family threatened with dismemberment in tha place. That was tha cock-tard, Arcann, once one of Ours, but he sodded off in a dick-size debate and took sloppy control over tha Coven, that’s when they got tha name Housewives, ‘cause of how he “ruled with a pink rod” HE also threatened Spirit Gal with a sword, which is when I knew he’d flipped his lid. Poor bastard, stress of command aint fer everybody. That’s why I never took up tha Beta nor Alpha roles in tha Pack, when I coulda taken a shot at em. Knew my limits. Athos mumbled an incantation and lifts the wards, walking behind the curtain "come inside Grr" I felt tha prickles of tha magics part, but were still there, on tha edges of feelin, ready ta come down if I misbehaved. Fair bloody enough too.
As I crossed tha threshold it reminded me “don’t fuck-up, or I’ll snot ya” more a feelin than words, but, good enough, so I said “i so pledge” formal like. Never hurts ta be formal with tha Spirits. Athos chuckled "take a seat Grr, I've often used yours" I do got a seat. Tha cushion nearest Her Ladyship. Close but out of tha way. Makes me look a little less big, which puts some folks at ease, I found. Im real tall if I stand up like a Fleshie, but that usually puts my head too far from tha ground. I looked at tha cushions and sat on one “this one seems nice, covers tha doors.. .” Athos nods "no fire though, What's the official business hon?” I got as comfy as icould, I knew it could go bad, so I took my time. Diplomacy, its tha job I took up, and it might come pretty natural fer me, fer a Shifter, but that don’t necessarily mean I’m actually any good t it, when ya think fo tha rest of tha world.
“well, heres tha intel we got. One of our junior members recently stopped bein human. not really by his own choice or at least, not enough of his own choice, Blake ” I said, but I saw Athos bitin her lip and noddin, she knew already. "I met him outside the church” she paused “not by his own choice? I was told....... no please go on Yes, Blake”. SO I went on. “yep, Blake tha brand spankin new Fanger. yeah, thats tha grey bit. Anyways, it seems his Sire, didn’t really explain tha deal, or maybe he was too thick in tha head or tha pants ta realise” Athos asked “What particular part of it?” I told her that he didn't seem ta realise he wasnt bein asked ta be fed on, but ta get Embraced. Athos frowney "I suspect pants were involved" I gave a huff and agreed that pants were involved awright. Then Athos asked "You mean....she didn't tell him? She swears he asked for it" I tell her that thats what he said, that he may have said yes, but it seemed he was a little hazy on what that meant, like tha eternity bit, and tha no more solid food bit, and tha sun. I asked her "ya see where im goin here?" Athos growled at tha room and nodded. I went on sayin "anyways, it seems his Sire is one of yers, 'Cinn from tha Coven', he said." Athos frowned some more "She's new to the whole thing herself, but.... there's no excuse. We know her as Lex" I just shook my head "cubs . . . Her Ladyship was . . .. cranky" Athos agreey "I'd be cranky to say the least if I thought one of mine had been changed without requesting it"
I told her that we'd see ta his trainin, and welfare, leaven it hangin fer a minute. Athos thought fer a moment and said “Omega is certainly the best as far as his new circumstances are concerned, if it were another time and if Tony.....well anyway. I did visit the library on Sunday with Lex as I heard you were looking for her, sadly no-one was present.” I told Athos that Her Ladyship would like ta meet with her, when it suits both their times. So I said to her “She aint tha vengeful type, fer . . .accidents . . .but i think ya'd agree, somethin needs be done . . .” Athos nodded again "I do indeed. This needs sorting. I will certainly talk to Lex about it and demand an explanation, also tell her that this isn't something I approve of at all. How do you think we can resolve this Grr?”
Well, I told her as best I could “err, im not rightly sure . . .
I said im usually in favour of a good beatin . . . .but, im not tha most civilized creatures on tha planet” Athos nodded some more "Can certainly punish her, but I suspect she hasn't been rightly taught herself.” I suggested that Her Ladyship was probably tha best trainer of JAFFY Fangers that we had ta hand and put it ta Athos that she could bring her one to us, “that’s probably tha best solution of all, Athos . . . She will make Her displeasure known, and at tha same time, spread tha learnin too . . .” Athos sighed and agreed "Unfortunately I'm not all that good at teaching people how to be vampires" I shrugged ta her, I don’t, neither. Athos thumped tha cushion she was on "some of them as we both know are stubborn as hell and don't share stuff." Fuckin KA backstabbin pus-suckers. I told her we know some of them awright, and laughed.
Athos said “I do hope that you will not hold the Coven personally responsible for this?” I shook my muzzle at her and said “and look, neither of us had ta threaten anybody, or tear arms and leg off or nothing. Naw, Athos, i know yer under a strain here, and crazy pups will always be crazy pups” Athos shrugs "I try my best, but I'm afraid with two of my elders kidnapped, perhaps I wasn't caring for the rest as well as I should have been" We had gotten reports of this, some one had snatched their movers and shakers. Athos smiled "Everyone is home safe and well" It all sounded too much like that what happened ta min the tha Zoo, when I first Changed, so I asked “tats terrific news I said err . . .was it tha Military?” Athos shook her head "business, wanted to use them as a power source. Oh well, it's all dealt with now” I made a face and said “thats good, ya sick a pox on their stock options?” Athos laughed "did some stuff with their employees"
I told her thats it was a start, but Athos grimaced "I'm sorry to say an end as well. I got my folks, but the company didn't get their folks back"
I could see tha strain on her now, clear as day. Pix was not tha kind of leader ta take life lightly, even fer her own people. Principled. That’s a rare thing, even more so in a place like Tox. I said “ahh, i see, heavy prices we paid, and . . .lives ... . even of those that wronged ya . .” Athos sighed "you know I'm not the agressive type. This time it sent out a message to those that wronged us though" I put up my guns a long time ago, I see where she is comin from, so I told her “I’m glad our two Families get along like we do.” Athos said “Well we used to, I hope this little, uh how can I phrase it, incident? won't stop that. I think I need to have a talk with my lot about agression and needless killing.” I laughed, telling her sometimes its all we can do.
Athos smiles warmly "you know I hope you and I will always get on" I said “can't see us not, Athos, all fer one” Athos said “and one for whiskey?” I sighed sadly and stared at my paws a minute before sayin “yah, one fer whiskey! shall we?” Athos said “Aw Grr, always one for all, you know that.” Athos stood up "I'm afraid that I should go find my vamp maker" but I was in my funk, and just looked up at Athos and said “i miss My-She still, Pix” My-She, Aramis ta my Porthos and her Athos. She asked gentle like as I stood and touched tha Ward on my way out " It's down Grr, you're safe. Any news on her?" and I told her what I knew “she aint comin back” as I padded away I heard Athos say “Take care out there”
I already have. Diplomacy. Keepin tha claret in tha bottle. I felt good about that, at least . . .
Pencil note in a messy hand, as if written whilst walking, dated 19/11/2008
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Stacy of tha Righteous nodded solemnly and spoke "Pix, you always make me proud dear." I padded up, and looked first to Stacey, and bowed, as befitted her station, then to Pix. Tha Covenite door-warden Seven smiled, "Seem's he has come back, Pix" We’d spoken earlier, I’d let them know I needed ta talk with Athos, but not why. Her Ladyship prefers we’re covert. So She gets covert. Stacy nodded respectfully to me. I appreciate that. Some folks can actually see past tha fur and claws. Athos smiled at me "Hey fellow musketeer" then tipped her head to Stacy "thank you ". Athos used ta report ta Stacey, when she was servin tha Righteous cause. I said g'day ta her and told her I was there on official business... Family stuff ... Stacy’s eyes went wide then slowly softened "well official business I will leave you to it.. Good Day Pix, Mr GrrBrool, and all.” I guess she wasn’t expectin that tha Institute ever did much trade with tha Coven, or something ... least nothing serious. I suppose we don’t, at least, not serious like this.
Athos sighed and turns around "guess we'd better go inside then" smiles once again at Stacy "please call back when you have the time" Tha Warden excused herself too, and scooted away on an errandand I followed Athos inta tha Shop. I padded in and looks about. Always good ta check yer entrances and exits, cubs . . . especially when ya’ve had Family threatened with dismemberment in tha place. That was tha cock-tard, Arcann, once one of Ours, but he sodded off in a dick-size debate and took sloppy control over tha Coven, that’s when they got tha name Housewives, ‘cause of how he “ruled with a pink rod” HE also threatened Spirit Gal with a sword, which is when I knew he’d flipped his lid. Poor bastard, stress of command aint fer everybody. That’s why I never took up tha Beta nor Alpha roles in tha Pack, when I coulda taken a shot at em. Knew my limits. Athos mumbled an incantation and lifts the wards, walking behind the curtain "come inside Grr" I felt tha prickles of tha magics part, but were still there, on tha edges of feelin, ready ta come down if I misbehaved. Fair bloody enough too.
As I crossed tha threshold it reminded me “don’t fuck-up, or I’ll snot ya” more a feelin than words, but, good enough, so I said “i so pledge” formal like. Never hurts ta be formal with tha Spirits. Athos chuckled "take a seat Grr, I've often used yours" I do got a seat. Tha cushion nearest Her Ladyship. Close but out of tha way. Makes me look a little less big, which puts some folks at ease, I found. Im real tall if I stand up like a Fleshie, but that usually puts my head too far from tha ground. I looked at tha cushions and sat on one “this one seems nice, covers tha doors.. .” Athos nods "no fire though, What's the official business hon?” I got as comfy as icould, I knew it could go bad, so I took my time. Diplomacy, its tha job I took up, and it might come pretty natural fer me, fer a Shifter, but that don’t necessarily mean I’m actually any good t it, when ya think fo tha rest of tha world.
“well, heres tha intel we got. One of our junior members recently stopped bein human. not really by his own choice or at least, not enough of his own choice, Blake ” I said, but I saw Athos bitin her lip and noddin, she knew already. "I met him outside the church” she paused “not by his own choice? I was told....... no please go on Yes, Blake”. SO I went on. “yep, Blake tha brand spankin new Fanger. yeah, thats tha grey bit. Anyways, it seems his Sire, didn’t really explain tha deal, or maybe he was too thick in tha head or tha pants ta realise” Athos asked “What particular part of it?” I told her that he didn't seem ta realise he wasnt bein asked ta be fed on, but ta get Embraced. Athos frowney "I suspect pants were involved" I gave a huff and agreed that pants were involved awright. Then Athos asked "You mean....she didn't tell him? She swears he asked for it" I tell her that thats what he said, that he may have said yes, but it seemed he was a little hazy on what that meant, like tha eternity bit, and tha no more solid food bit, and tha sun. I asked her "ya see where im goin here?" Athos growled at tha room and nodded. I went on sayin "anyways, it seems his Sire is one of yers, 'Cinn from tha Coven', he said." Athos frowned some more "She's new to the whole thing herself, but.... there's no excuse. We know her as Lex" I just shook my head "cubs . . . Her Ladyship was . . .. cranky" Athos agreey "I'd be cranky to say the least if I thought one of mine had been changed without requesting it"
I told her that we'd see ta his trainin, and welfare, leaven it hangin fer a minute. Athos thought fer a moment and said “Omega is certainly the best as far as his new circumstances are concerned, if it were another time and if Tony.....well anyway. I did visit the library on Sunday with Lex as I heard you were looking for her, sadly no-one was present.” I told Athos that Her Ladyship would like ta meet with her, when it suits both their times. So I said to her “She aint tha vengeful type, fer . . .accidents . . .but i think ya'd agree, somethin needs be done . . .” Athos nodded again "I do indeed. This needs sorting. I will certainly talk to Lex about it and demand an explanation, also tell her that this isn't something I approve of at all. How do you think we can resolve this Grr?”
Well, I told her as best I could “err, im not rightly sure . . .
I said im usually in favour of a good beatin . . . .but, im not tha most civilized creatures on tha planet” Athos nodded some more "Can certainly punish her, but I suspect she hasn't been rightly taught herself.” I suggested that Her Ladyship was probably tha best trainer of JAFFY Fangers that we had ta hand and put it ta Athos that she could bring her one to us, “that’s probably tha best solution of all, Athos . . . She will make Her displeasure known, and at tha same time, spread tha learnin too . . .” Athos sighed and agreed "Unfortunately I'm not all that good at teaching people how to be vampires" I shrugged ta her, I don’t, neither. Athos thumped tha cushion she was on "some of them as we both know are stubborn as hell and don't share stuff." Fuckin KA backstabbin pus-suckers. I told her we know some of them awright, and laughed.
Athos said “I do hope that you will not hold the Coven personally responsible for this?” I shook my muzzle at her and said “and look, neither of us had ta threaten anybody, or tear arms and leg off or nothing. Naw, Athos, i know yer under a strain here, and crazy pups will always be crazy pups” Athos shrugs "I try my best, but I'm afraid with two of my elders kidnapped, perhaps I wasn't caring for the rest as well as I should have been" We had gotten reports of this, some one had snatched their movers and shakers. Athos smiled "Everyone is home safe and well" It all sounded too much like that what happened ta min the tha Zoo, when I first Changed, so I asked “tats terrific news I said err . . .was it tha Military?” Athos shook her head "business, wanted to use them as a power source. Oh well, it's all dealt with now” I made a face and said “thats good, ya sick a pox on their stock options?” Athos laughed "did some stuff with their employees"
I told her thats it was a start, but Athos grimaced "I'm sorry to say an end as well. I got my folks, but the company didn't get their folks back"
I could see tha strain on her now, clear as day. Pix was not tha kind of leader ta take life lightly, even fer her own people. Principled. That’s a rare thing, even more so in a place like Tox. I said “ahh, i see, heavy prices we paid, and . . .lives ... . even of those that wronged ya . .” Athos sighed "you know I'm not the agressive type. This time it sent out a message to those that wronged us though" I put up my guns a long time ago, I see where she is comin from, so I told her “I’m glad our two Families get along like we do.” Athos said “Well we used to, I hope this little, uh how can I phrase it, incident? won't stop that. I think I need to have a talk with my lot about agression and needless killing.” I laughed, telling her sometimes its all we can do.
Athos smiles warmly "you know I hope you and I will always get on" I said “can't see us not, Athos, all fer one” Athos said “and one for whiskey?” I sighed sadly and stared at my paws a minute before sayin “yah, one fer whiskey! shall we?” Athos said “Aw Grr, always one for all, you know that.” Athos stood up "I'm afraid that I should go find my vamp maker" but I was in my funk, and just looked up at Athos and said “i miss My-She still, Pix” My-She, Aramis ta my Porthos and her Athos. She asked gentle like as I stood and touched tha Ward on my way out " It's down Grr, you're safe. Any news on her?" and I told her what I knew “she aint comin back” as I padded away I heard Athos say “Take care out there”
I already have. Diplomacy. Keepin tha claret in tha bottle. I felt good about that, at least . . .
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Spirit Gal, Maker, Cookie, Messenger. who we are, what we are
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scratchy pencil note, dated 20/10/2008
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I came in on a conversation in tha Library. Spirit Gal was givin tha Maker a dressin down. "She was in a horrible accident . . . age 9. Who knows what it did ta her mind. She was a lab rat, Severus. In a coma fer years . . . her father managed ta save her life, rebuild her body . . . but was captured. She's got the mind of a child, in a woman's bod. And an innocent tomboy at that. She doesn't even know what sex is. No sex drive really. She just glares at tha Maker.
He just glower and muttered "i didnt do anythin to her. i'll stay away from her as well if thats what you're afraid of" he was pissed, as usual.
Spirit Gal is matchin him but. "No. That's exactly what I don't want you to do. As your Praetor, you *will* excercise control around her. Not only that . . . you *will* be her friend. Watch over her. And protect her. Am I clear?"
Tha Maker had one of his faces on, all clenched pearly whites and lightning eyes "of course i will...but i will NOT be subjected to being forced into some rediculous 'friendship'...she dosnt need something like me around and is better off without". That's when I padded back in, payin my respects to tha Library. I had beat a retreat ta lick my wounds and get some food. Frish supplies were thin on tha ground at tha Diner, so I made do with Chum and kibble. No heart fer more excitin grub.
Spirit Gal is still strikin when tha target is painted "Obligations to fulfill.
You have a duty to this Institute, Severus." he comes back "yes and its not to play nursemaid to some overgrown kindergartener" but she wont have a bar of it. "You *will* be her friend. If she wants to color . . . or make paper airplanes or skip rope, I expect you to do so." I ask if they talkin about Strong Gal, but tha Maker answers indirectly. "i dont care to do such things...she can do them well enough on her own or with someone ...better suited...like brit or some such" Del had made a comment about Tha Maker but Spirit Gal came ta his back with "Surely someone with Severus' vast experience can perofrm such a simple task, Del. After all, at one time . . . he had a family of his own." I did tha maths. Adult Fleshie who had a pups brain, not Strong Gal "ahh, FiFi . . ." Spirit Gal nodded to me, got it. Tha Maker flinched slighly he got slapped before fixin Spirit Gal with a scathin glare "my child, never made it ta his first year, i am not suited ta this..."
Dev turned ta Spirit Gal "but are you a fiendish being yourself? id like to think you are not Joah..." she answered him "ya have no idea, Del." then turned again ta Tha Maker "Then you'll get some practice, won't you?"
After getting my crazy vision from Coyote, and a lesson I fell I gotta try a different tactic on tha Maker. "we all learn ta be new things, Maker, each in our own way." Del has a go too, poor bastard must not know how much a hard ass tha Maker can be "Joah.. . perhaps i could help him in that concern" she just tilted her head considerin Del fer a moment. "Perhaps . . . but for now, Severus should be handle one young woman alone, I think." then, almost as if ta make a point, she put one hand on his arm. "I'm sure you'll do your best."
Big move from Spirit Gal, I guess Lornes gift does work "Maker, ya keep tellin us yer not appreciated, i think this is somethin that would be appreciated." he just gritted his teeth, a muscle goin mental and he made fists gougin himself. I could smell tha blood before I saw it. "i dont want nor need practice, i'd rather remain alone and tending to the cotracts which are STILL in place, or shall i simply take the punishment for those as well" he growled and jerked his bleedin arm away from Spirit Gal. She don't get cowed though "We will see to those contracts, Severus. Your preferences aside . . . surely this is, as you say, a minor thing . . . like drying my clothes . . . no contract needed. And from this point forward, it is your job. Your . . . responsibility.”
Tha Makers' eyes kinda glowed fer a minute then he actually agreed “very well then...as you wish, but i wouldn't expect too much” Tha Messenger and me just watched em fer a bit. “I expect that she will become the young woman she is meant to be under your tutelege.”
Spirit Gal stepped back, smilin. "As I said, I'm sure you'll do your best." THa Maker aint happy at all, not that he ever is, but this seems ta tick him off a fair bit. More than mopin. “some how...i think not” he mutterd darkly My turn. “we can only expect anyone ta try and if i'm not wrong, she will come ta like ya fer who ya are, Maker, not what ya are. tha two are NOT tha same. Look at me fer instance. Tha gap between who i am and what i am can be pretty wide at times, all ya need do is look at my Kin on the street ta see that. there's a reason i came to tha Institute, and left tha Den, Maker, just like you left tha Pit and came to tha Library. yer an incubus. we all know that. and we know ya suffer what ya are harsh like. its plain and evident ta all of us. we KNOW you know.” Tha Maker made a face at me. “then you know im unsuited for this task” but I had more ta say before I took his line.
I'm a Lycan, big surprise. and ya know what that means? i'm a killer. i devourer of flesh. a baby eater. i am tha thing that made tha first Men build fires in tha night. i'm tha monster that walks in their shape until tha time of tha Hunt is on. I'm a Dog of War. taken and MADE inta a weapon, beyond even my nature. i'm a tool. i'm tha blade on tha end of tha pole that others use ta bring down tha food-beast. there's not a race in Toxia that i haven't killed and feasted on, with my Pack, with tha Snarl's. I've eaten my own kind. i've put whole provinces ta tha claw. and you look at me and tell me that that is WHO i am. it is what i am. that and more. i'm a shaman, i'm tha Guide of tha Dead. I'm tha Trickster Teacher. Tha Crop Dancer, Tha Corn Bringer and tha giver of tha Last Smile. I caught Spirit Gal lookin at me, I guess some of this was fer her too. I cuts me up inside when I see tha way she looks at me when she realizes what I am, time ta time, tha far-away look, tha fear, shame. I don't know what more ta expect though. Its what I am.
Cookie came squeekin in, she got sneakers too big, baggy clothes on, fer a fella bigger than she is. She's also got stuff on her face. Lika someone's drawn Fleshie face fur on her. She's been cryin too. She dragged her bag behind her and let it thump on tha stairs behind her. Spirit Gal waved her over and I just pointed at her with a claw. “if i were only what i am. THAT would have never made it onto tha steps outta tha flood, except under my nails and stuck in my back teeth” i shut up fer a sec, calmin myself, and looked right at Cookie, tryin ta catch her eye and show her I weren't mad at her. "but that's not how we met, was it Fi?" she looked up at me and tried ta give a smile but couldn't. "Nuus... Grr was nice to Fifi... took care of her burns.." something was off with her, but I was too pissed at tha Maker, to pissed at Spirit Gal, and I needed ta get it out.
Tha Maker shruged slightly “ya are still half human and even an animal is equipped with tha instinctual knowledge of how ta take care of its own young...i was never given such...i wasn't even meant to have young as you well know...and especially not now...who in their right mind would give a child over to something like me” Spirit Gal smiles at me, maybe she finally got it, maybe, I sure hope so. I want so bad ta walk by her side. On tha Path. Then she turned ta Cookie. "Yes, Fifi. . . I want to introduce you to someone. You got off to a rather bad start, but he's had a . . . . change of heart. Fifi . . . meet Severus. He*wants* to be your friend. He'll show you the ropes. Watch out for you. And teach you *everything* you need to know. He can hardly wait to begin.”
Cookie slowly looked around as like Spirit Gal was gunna introduce her ta someone else. Her eyes go wide when tha penny drops. She dropped her bag ta tha ground completely and squeeks "REALLY! " lookin up at Tha Maker with glowin excited eyes. She didn't even seem ta care about tha look in his. She started clappin as she bounced up and down in her baggy hoody." yay!"
I talked over Cookie ta Tha Maker, tryin ta get my point across ta his thick horny head "yer a Fallen. ya got all eternity ta lean how. and see, thing is? we trust ya. because of WHO, ya are, not WHAT ya are. Thats what bein part of this IS. Grow, Maker, grow beyond what ya were given"
Tha Maker's large clawed fists clenched so tight his hefty arms bulged and he started leakin more blood from his hands. That's one pissed off incubus. But he agreed. "Perhaps, Severus, Fifi would enjoy a picnic? Ya could take her by the shore and explain ta her tha benefits and dangers of tha Toxian sea?" Spirit Gal turned her head slightly along with me as we heard tha Messenger speak.
Cookie's smile faded as she saw the Makers blood on tha ground. She crouched down near her bag and dug through it. Chuckin random stuff out of it till she got to a bandanna. Goin back over ta him she held it out."you.. hurt yourself.... " blinks looking up at him and then the others lookin lost. I didn't have tha heart ta say why. He glared down at joah, then flicks his gaze over ta Cookie ignorin tha bandanna, then back to Spirit Gal and me "if i didnt think you despised me before...my doubts have been erased, you'd best hope she can keep up."
I watched them go and Spirit Gal sighed. Tha new guy looked thoughtful fer a minute then quoted "When to eat draws near, truth is not truth. A boundary mark of the world of fire is noticed." I wondered what he was talkin about I was thinkin about tha Maker's last stab. "if this is me dispisin, i wonder what he thought it'd be like if i really hated him?" that’s when tha Messenger hit tha deck.
Tha Spirit Gal got there first, runnin over to kneel by Faye on the floor and took her hand. tha Messenger's voice cracked, whispering, "I'm.. scared..." Spirit Gal glanced over ta me, then back to Faye and I was there. We , workig in synergy with her, a synergy obvious to practiced eyes "What happened?" she asks her. I chip in "and yer safe, Messenger. protected by walls of stone and spirit and flesh and fur" tha Messenger is shakin, but doin a bit better "Ah.. so many.. voices I can't make out.. so much.. movement.. like static.. its all around.". Spirit Gal offers AC some answes. "She means something is coming, the devourer. The boundaries preventing it . . . will not hold." Spirit Gal leans over to stroke him. "take care of Faye'Li"
tha Messenger blinked a few times, somewhat regaining her senses from her dreamlike state, "I..I'm sorry.. she says softly." I give AC a bit more intel, "tha Messenger is a Seer . . .thats why i call her that. She brings Messages from Raven . . .." she rubbed her cheek where she'd hit the floor and I helped AC move her to tha couch as she smiles looking down a little embarassed, "Not da most graceful messenger.." she says softly.
, "Merci. I'm sorry.." she bit her lip lookin emrarassed. AC reached out ta comfort her as I said "there ya go, couch time fer little Fleshie people..."
Tha Messenger glanced up at AC and smiled shyly. I like tha way they get on. Good fer tha Family. "You have a gift. No need to be embarrassed. Without you the message would go undelivered."
I wonder where Captain Featherpants has gotten to?
scratchy pencil note, dated 20/10/2008
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I came in on a conversation in tha Library. Spirit Gal was givin tha Maker a dressin down. "She was in a horrible accident . . . age 9. Who knows what it did ta her mind. She was a lab rat, Severus. In a coma fer years . . . her father managed ta save her life, rebuild her body . . . but was captured. She's got the mind of a child, in a woman's bod. And an innocent tomboy at that. She doesn't even know what sex is. No sex drive really. She just glares at tha Maker.
He just glower and muttered "i didnt do anythin to her. i'll stay away from her as well if thats what you're afraid of" he was pissed, as usual.
Spirit Gal is matchin him but. "No. That's exactly what I don't want you to do. As your Praetor, you *will* excercise control around her. Not only that . . . you *will* be her friend. Watch over her. And protect her. Am I clear?"
Tha Maker had one of his faces on, all clenched pearly whites and lightning eyes "of course i will...but i will NOT be subjected to being forced into some rediculous 'friendship'...she dosnt need something like me around and is better off without". That's when I padded back in, payin my respects to tha Library. I had beat a retreat ta lick my wounds and get some food. Frish supplies were thin on tha ground at tha Diner, so I made do with Chum and kibble. No heart fer more excitin grub.
Spirit Gal is still strikin when tha target is painted "Obligations to fulfill.
You have a duty to this Institute, Severus." he comes back "yes and its not to play nursemaid to some overgrown kindergartener" but she wont have a bar of it. "You *will* be her friend. If she wants to color . . . or make paper airplanes or skip rope, I expect you to do so." I ask if they talkin about Strong Gal, but tha Maker answers indirectly. "i dont care to do such things...she can do them well enough on her own or with someone ...better suited...like brit or some such" Del had made a comment about Tha Maker but Spirit Gal came ta his back with "Surely someone with Severus' vast experience can perofrm such a simple task, Del. After all, at one time . . . he had a family of his own." I did tha maths. Adult Fleshie who had a pups brain, not Strong Gal "ahh, FiFi . . ." Spirit Gal nodded to me, got it. Tha Maker flinched slighly he got slapped before fixin Spirit Gal with a scathin glare "my child, never made it ta his first year, i am not suited ta this..."
Dev turned ta Spirit Gal "but are you a fiendish being yourself? id like to think you are not Joah..." she answered him "ya have no idea, Del." then turned again ta Tha Maker "Then you'll get some practice, won't you?"
After getting my crazy vision from Coyote, and a lesson I fell I gotta try a different tactic on tha Maker. "we all learn ta be new things, Maker, each in our own way." Del has a go too, poor bastard must not know how much a hard ass tha Maker can be "Joah.. . perhaps i could help him in that concern" she just tilted her head considerin Del fer a moment. "Perhaps . . . but for now, Severus should be handle one young woman alone, I think." then, almost as if ta make a point, she put one hand on his arm. "I'm sure you'll do your best."
Big move from Spirit Gal, I guess Lornes gift does work "Maker, ya keep tellin us yer not appreciated, i think this is somethin that would be appreciated." he just gritted his teeth, a muscle goin mental and he made fists gougin himself. I could smell tha blood before I saw it. "i dont want nor need practice, i'd rather remain alone and tending to the cotracts which are STILL in place, or shall i simply take the punishment for those as well" he growled and jerked his bleedin arm away from Spirit Gal. She don't get cowed though "We will see to those contracts, Severus. Your preferences aside . . . surely this is, as you say, a minor thing . . . like drying my clothes . . . no contract needed. And from this point forward, it is your job. Your . . . responsibility.”
Tha Makers' eyes kinda glowed fer a minute then he actually agreed “very well then...as you wish, but i wouldn't expect too much” Tha Messenger and me just watched em fer a bit. “I expect that she will become the young woman she is meant to be under your tutelege.”
Spirit Gal stepped back, smilin. "As I said, I'm sure you'll do your best." THa Maker aint happy at all, not that he ever is, but this seems ta tick him off a fair bit. More than mopin. “some how...i think not” he mutterd darkly My turn. “we can only expect anyone ta try and if i'm not wrong, she will come ta like ya fer who ya are, Maker, not what ya are. tha two are NOT tha same. Look at me fer instance. Tha gap between who i am and what i am can be pretty wide at times, all ya need do is look at my Kin on the street ta see that. there's a reason i came to tha Institute, and left tha Den, Maker, just like you left tha Pit and came to tha Library. yer an incubus. we all know that. and we know ya suffer what ya are harsh like. its plain and evident ta all of us. we KNOW you know.” Tha Maker made a face at me. “then you know im unsuited for this task” but I had more ta say before I took his line.
I'm a Lycan, big surprise. and ya know what that means? i'm a killer. i devourer of flesh. a baby eater. i am tha thing that made tha first Men build fires in tha night. i'm tha monster that walks in their shape until tha time of tha Hunt is on. I'm a Dog of War. taken and MADE inta a weapon, beyond even my nature. i'm a tool. i'm tha blade on tha end of tha pole that others use ta bring down tha food-beast. there's not a race in Toxia that i haven't killed and feasted on, with my Pack, with tha Snarl's. I've eaten my own kind. i've put whole provinces ta tha claw. and you look at me and tell me that that is WHO i am. it is what i am. that and more. i'm a shaman, i'm tha Guide of tha Dead. I'm tha Trickster Teacher. Tha Crop Dancer, Tha Corn Bringer and tha giver of tha Last Smile. I caught Spirit Gal lookin at me, I guess some of this was fer her too. I cuts me up inside when I see tha way she looks at me when she realizes what I am, time ta time, tha far-away look, tha fear, shame. I don't know what more ta expect though. Its what I am.
Cookie came squeekin in, she got sneakers too big, baggy clothes on, fer a fella bigger than she is. She's also got stuff on her face. Lika someone's drawn Fleshie face fur on her. She's been cryin too. She dragged her bag behind her and let it thump on tha stairs behind her. Spirit Gal waved her over and I just pointed at her with a claw. “if i were only what i am. THAT would have never made it onto tha steps outta tha flood, except under my nails and stuck in my back teeth” i shut up fer a sec, calmin myself, and looked right at Cookie, tryin ta catch her eye and show her I weren't mad at her. "but that's not how we met, was it Fi?" she looked up at me and tried ta give a smile but couldn't. "Nuus... Grr was nice to Fifi... took care of her burns.." something was off with her, but I was too pissed at tha Maker, to pissed at Spirit Gal, and I needed ta get it out.
Tha Maker shruged slightly “ya are still half human and even an animal is equipped with tha instinctual knowledge of how ta take care of its own young...i was never given such...i wasn't even meant to have young as you well know...and especially not now...who in their right mind would give a child over to something like me” Spirit Gal smiles at me, maybe she finally got it, maybe, I sure hope so. I want so bad ta walk by her side. On tha Path. Then she turned ta Cookie. "Yes, Fifi. . . I want to introduce you to someone. You got off to a rather bad start, but he's had a . . . . change of heart. Fifi . . . meet Severus. He*wants* to be your friend. He'll show you the ropes. Watch out for you. And teach you *everything* you need to know. He can hardly wait to begin.”
Cookie slowly looked around as like Spirit Gal was gunna introduce her ta someone else. Her eyes go wide when tha penny drops. She dropped her bag ta tha ground completely and squeeks "REALLY! " lookin up at Tha Maker with glowin excited eyes. She didn't even seem ta care about tha look in his. She started clappin as she bounced up and down in her baggy hoody." yay!"
I talked over Cookie ta Tha Maker, tryin ta get my point across ta his thick horny head "yer a Fallen. ya got all eternity ta lean how. and see, thing is? we trust ya. because of WHO, ya are, not WHAT ya are. Thats what bein part of this IS. Grow, Maker, grow beyond what ya were given"
Tha Maker's large clawed fists clenched so tight his hefty arms bulged and he started leakin more blood from his hands. That's one pissed off incubus. But he agreed. "Perhaps, Severus, Fifi would enjoy a picnic? Ya could take her by the shore and explain ta her tha benefits and dangers of tha Toxian sea?" Spirit Gal turned her head slightly along with me as we heard tha Messenger speak.
Cookie's smile faded as she saw the Makers blood on tha ground. She crouched down near her bag and dug through it. Chuckin random stuff out of it till she got to a bandanna. Goin back over ta him she held it out."you.. hurt yourself.... " blinks looking up at him and then the others lookin lost. I didn't have tha heart ta say why. He glared down at joah, then flicks his gaze over ta Cookie ignorin tha bandanna, then back to Spirit Gal and me "if i didnt think you despised me before...my doubts have been erased, you'd best hope she can keep up."
I watched them go and Spirit Gal sighed. Tha new guy looked thoughtful fer a minute then quoted "When to eat draws near, truth is not truth. A boundary mark of the world of fire is noticed." I wondered what he was talkin about I was thinkin about tha Maker's last stab. "if this is me dispisin, i wonder what he thought it'd be like if i really hated him?" that’s when tha Messenger hit tha deck.
Tha Spirit Gal got there first, runnin over to kneel by Faye on the floor and took her hand. tha Messenger's voice cracked, whispering, "I'm.. scared..." Spirit Gal glanced over ta me, then back to Faye and I was there. We , workig in synergy with her, a synergy obvious to practiced eyes "What happened?" she asks her. I chip in "and yer safe, Messenger. protected by walls of stone and spirit and flesh and fur" tha Messenger is shakin, but doin a bit better "Ah.. so many.. voices I can't make out.. so much.. movement.. like static.. its all around.". Spirit Gal offers AC some answes. "She means something is coming, the devourer. The boundaries preventing it . . . will not hold." Spirit Gal leans over to stroke him. "take care of Faye'Li"
tha Messenger blinked a few times, somewhat regaining her senses from her dreamlike state, "I..I'm sorry.. she says softly." I give AC a bit more intel, "tha Messenger is a Seer . . .thats why i call her that. She brings Messages from Raven . . .." she rubbed her cheek where she'd hit the floor and I helped AC move her to tha couch as she smiles looking down a little embarassed, "Not da most graceful messenger.." she says softly.
, "Merci. I'm sorry.." she bit her lip lookin emrarassed. AC reached out ta comfort her as I said "there ya go, couch time fer little Fleshie people..."
Tha Messenger glanced up at AC and smiled shyly. I like tha way they get on. Good fer tha Family. "You have a gift. No need to be embarrassed. Without you the message would go undelivered."
I wonder where Captain Featherpants has gotten to?
Monday, October 20, 2008
Song fer tha present
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album cover, torn, and stuck in the journal with tape
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On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
never ever coming back
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand
album cover, torn, and stuck in the journal with tape
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On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you're
never ever coming back
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Cookbook 2
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more pencil scribblings, splattered with "sauce" dated 27/9/08
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"cazuela del tamal de la rata"
400g shredded city-meat,
beans
salsa
sword sliced tomato
half a block of cheese, hacked into pieces
old, dried up tortilla
cook the meat, mixed it with the beans, put it in tha tortillas, layered them in a frying pan, dump in the salsa and some water, top it with tha tomato.
bring tha whole thing to a boil, then cut up tiny strips of cheese to melt on top after it had reduced a bit.
(( with thanks to Joah, how she learnt to make it escapes me, she don't eat solids . . .))
Grr's Amazing Choc-Chip Can-Cookies
2 cups and 2 tablespoons spelt flour
2/3 cup almond meal
3/4 tsp baking powder
3/4 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup white sugar
2/3 cup butter
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp cardamom
1 egg
mush up this lot in a bowl, then add this stuff
1 cup rough chopped dark chocolate
2/3 cup dried cranberries
bake in hottish oven, have a cup of tea, don't let it burn
-note: when makin cookies, go Fleshie, or wear gloves, its fuckin hard ta get it outta fur . . .
more pencil scribblings, splattered with "sauce" dated 27/9/08
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"cazuela del tamal de la rata"
400g shredded city-meat,
beans
salsa
sword sliced tomato
half a block of cheese, hacked into pieces
old, dried up tortilla
cook the meat, mixed it with the beans, put it in tha tortillas, layered them in a frying pan, dump in the salsa and some water, top it with tha tomato.
bring tha whole thing to a boil, then cut up tiny strips of cheese to melt on top after it had reduced a bit.
(( with thanks to Joah, how she learnt to make it escapes me, she don't eat solids . . .))
Grr's Amazing Choc-Chip Can-Cookies
2 cups and 2 tablespoons spelt flour
2/3 cup almond meal
3/4 tsp baking powder
3/4 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup white sugar
2/3 cup butter
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp cardamom
1 egg
mush up this lot in a bowl, then add this stuff
1 cup rough chopped dark chocolate
2/3 cup dried cranberries
bake in hottish oven, have a cup of tea, don't let it burn
-note: when makin cookies, go Fleshie, or wear gloves, its fuckin hard ta get it outta fur . . .
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Cookbook
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Pencil notes dated 24/9/08
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I'm gunna be cookin in tha Shelter, fer Strong Gal and Snappypants.
thought i'd write some of them down
Grr's ANZAC biscuts
1 cup plain flour
1 cup rolled oats
1 cup desiccated coconut
1 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup butter
2 tbsp golden syrup
2 tbsp ground ginger
1 tsp bicarbonate of soda
2 tbsp boiling water
Grr's City Burger
500g shredded city-meat
1 half onion finely chopped with sword
4 pinches ground coriander
4 pinches paprika powder
a little pepper,
a little salt
1 paw fresh bread crumbs
1 egg lightly shook up
Grr's City Laksa
300g shredded city-meat
1 splash peanut oil
1/2 cup laksa paste
-6-8 long dried red chilies
-8 purple shallots, coarsely chopped
-5 macadamia nuts
-3cm-piece fresh galangal, peeled swordchopped
-2 stems lemon grass, sword chopped
-2 tbs peanut oil
-½ tsp ground turmeric
-1 tsp shrimp paste
-2 tsp fresh ginger
2 x cans coconut milk
3 cups chicken stock
Pinch of salt
500g hokkien noodles
2 paws bean sprouts
2/3 paaw loosely packed Vietnamese mint leaves
2 tbs fried shallots
Grr's Damper
4 cups self-raising flour
3/4 - 1 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons sugar
2 tablespoons butter at room temperature
1 cup milk
1/2 cup water
paw full of raisins
Pencil notes dated 24/9/08
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I'm gunna be cookin in tha Shelter, fer Strong Gal and Snappypants.
thought i'd write some of them down
Grr's ANZAC biscuts
1 cup plain flour
1 cup rolled oats
1 cup desiccated coconut
1 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup butter
2 tbsp golden syrup
2 tbsp ground ginger
1 tsp bicarbonate of soda
2 tbsp boiling water
Grr's City Burger
500g shredded city-meat
1 half onion finely chopped with sword
4 pinches ground coriander
4 pinches paprika powder
a little pepper,
a little salt
1 paw fresh bread crumbs
1 egg lightly shook up
Grr's City Laksa
300g shredded city-meat
1 splash peanut oil
1/2 cup laksa paste
-6-8 long dried red chilies
-8 purple shallots, coarsely chopped
-5 macadamia nuts
-3cm-piece fresh galangal, peeled swordchopped
-2 stems lemon grass, sword chopped
-2 tbs peanut oil
-½ tsp ground turmeric
-1 tsp shrimp paste
-2 tsp fresh ginger
2 x cans coconut milk
3 cups chicken stock
Pinch of salt
500g hokkien noodles
2 paws bean sprouts
2/3 paaw loosely packed Vietnamese mint leaves
2 tbs fried shallots
Grr's Damper
4 cups self-raising flour
3/4 - 1 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons sugar
2 tablespoons butter at room temperature
1 cup milk
1/2 cup water
paw full of raisins
Friday, September 12, 2008
Diplomacy at the end of a weapon
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Pencil note, dated 11/9/08, a large smear is in the middle of the entry, as if a tropical bug was splatted there
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A few weeks ago I was wanderin about, bein, Diplomatic, and came across Razzi tha Top Kat talking with Pix down by tha Voodoo Shop. I padded up as they were talking. Pix smiled and sighed "yeah lots of nice Tony bits" Razzi sighed and shook her head "I don't wanna know about his bit" Gal talk, but I can hardly let that one slide “how ARE Tony's bits, Pix? i ant seen tha fella fer ages it seems” Pix looks across to her left "Grr!!! uhhh I meant his hair" There is a bunch of winkin, gigglin and blushin, and Pix ran over an gave me be big hug, or as big as her little arms could manage. “How ya doin Athos?” I asked her, Athos, one of the three musketeers, that's Pix, tha drunk and angry one. My-She was tha sexy spiritual one, Aramis, and me? Well, i'm Porthos. Half good guy, half pirate, get it? I asked em both about their Families. Diplomacy, see? Bein on good terms with the Faction Heads, its kinda my job.
All seems well with them all, Pix waves some kinda doll at me and tells me ta guess who. A bit abstract fer me. It's a Fleshie Plushie. It smells of Pix. I tell her I can't tell, (they all kinda look tha same, ya know?) she frowned at me and then looked back at tha plushie " umm he kinda looks the same" then Razzi joins in “It's me Grr” crazy Fleshies and their colour specific eyes. “erm . . i dunno, it just smells like you, and .. ahh, i dont see colours in this form too good” but when Razzi speaks up I get thrown. She's female, and Athos said “he”. She goes on, gigglin “She misses me all the time... and made a doll of me” Athos' had enough of tha game and frowned and poked me "it's meant to be my Tony you weird Aussie prat" heh. She called me a pratt, that's great. I miss hearin slang I know, she's from Wales, or somewhere, real like Aussie talk, more so than tha Pomms. She even gets my accent.
So, she's got a Tony doll, and she works in tha Voodoo Shop . . .i tell her ta be careful of it, not ta drop it or stick it with pins or nothing, Sympathetic Magic and stuff . . ."once tagether, always tagether" and "if it looks tha same, it IS tha same" she frowned and gave that some thought "well I won't alter it in any way except....perhaps make some things bigger" seein where's she's goin, I deflect her a bit with “like fingers, it needs fingers” . . . . and she seems ta focus a bit. Screws loose when it comes ta Tony, but she nodded with determination "absolutely" when along strolls Elroy tha Kit, mewlin a greetin ta us. All fine, right up until she pointed at Athos and asked "Fairy?" Big fuckin mistake. Now we'd have ta diffuse this fast, or . . . .
Me and Razzi jump on it right away “erm, no” and "no fairies around here, Elroy" and I stage whispered ta Elroy "dont mention the fairy . . . " Too late though and Athos is all glare and snarl. Elroy just seems too damn thick ta grasp tha drama here. Bloody Felines, always poking. "Well she looks like one.." Goddess! What does it take ta get through ta some folks? “lookit her, shes huge, fairies are like this big” and I spread finger and thumb, makin like that fairies are Coke-can sized. NOT person sized like Athos is. Fer tha record, I don't know what she is, but if I got asked, and DIDN”T know she'd fly off tha handle and go inta a murderous rage? I'd say she was a fairy. Elroy just keeps ploughin deeper “Can't fairies be huge?” Like I said, too late . . .and Athos launched in raisin her voice “and you look like a stupid, stupid unintelligent pussy" Wotan was boundin past, but pulled up at that last comment. Elroy just giggled "Well what ever suits you to call me..." Athos raised her hand as if to push Elroy away "say that again" Like tha daft slapper she is, Elroy just does. “Fairy?” I just pinch my muzzle, I can feel a headache commin on, and I expect blood ta start fallin soon.
Razzi tries ta head off her subordinate off with a word “Elroy knock it off” but gets no where. “What?, Just look at her” Razzi glanced between them "This is my best friend, and she doesnt like that ... so shut up" but its all too late, Athos is riled “What suits me is to call you is a stupid, brainless, " and pauses ta sneer at her pants" stupidly dressed crappy rubbish feline" Time ta try diversion tactics “erm, so, Pix, err, can ya show me a selection of tarot card fer a friend's err . . . name day?” No dice, Elroy's got her back up now. "See that she is calling me names..." groans from all around as Athos leaned over and snarled "with good reason". Maybe Top-Kit can reach Elroy, shakin her head tellin her they'd talk later. Not tha most inspired piece of leadership I've ever seen but it ain't my family.
It don't stop Elroy's mouth from flappin though. "I'm just saying you look like an Fairy what is wrong with that?" thing is there IS. My turn ta try "Elroy, isit? now, if i came up ta ya and asked "wow, lookit tha moggie, want some kitty litter . . ." but my analogy just slid right off her “ Athos growled "I do not look like a fairy and I am not a fairy. You look like a slut... are you one?” Ever see lava roll inta tha sea? Tha sea boils, and spits, but isn't going anywhere, tha lava? It flares, and crackles, but just keeps ploughing on. That's what this was like, I swear, we need stupid-police with snipers to sort this shit out. “Well in my eyes you do sorry can't change that to me you look like one. I said look like not are one.” Elroy was just labouring. I couldn't tell if she was spoilin fer a fight and wouldn't back down, or just dumb. I turned ta Athos again, tryin ta trick or reason her outta this, give her an out, ta save face. “err, um, Pix, can we g inside and lookit some tarot cards now?” still no dice. Pix smirks "and to me you look like a stupid slut who sells their body..sorry but hey ...that's the way you look" befor she turned ta me and tried ta brush me off “later Grr, kinda busy” but I wasn;t gunna let it go, so I told her “i see ya are, but, also, see, i got this urgent need . . . .” all tha while, Wotan stood there gapin, as useful as ever. I swear, he's tha epitome of Feline maleness; pretty, buff and good at standin in fire exits.
"That is just the way you look at me but doesn't have to be so." tha Feline counters ta which Athos replied "exactly, so to you I might look a certain way but I'm not, however, I don't wander Toxia shouting that you are a slut, although I'm sure I could” My fur began to rise. This was gunna lead ta blood soon, I could tell. “and i'm not shouting you are an fairy.” Said Elroy, and I tried ta get in befor tha inevitable and sighed . . ."no one's shoutin nothin . . . ." just in time for Athos ta yell “Elroy will do you for nothing - prices negotiable” and rised her foot and pushed towards Elroy "you have a problem with me?" Elroy is startin ta understand what she's gotten herself into. Athos gets crazy about this shit. “Wow... you are taking things way out of it proportions.” Athos shook her head "you offended me" and started ta draw her sword. I looked sidelong at Razzi and said “maybe some distance, hey? Razzi?” as
Elroy kept prattling on “I was just saying what i saw and you are making a big problem of it are you sick or something?” Razzi glances at Grr "yeh?" as Athos just growled louder "I'm not the sick one here" and pulled her sword "what did you call me again?" I addressed tha small crowd “lovely day NOT ta get splattered with blood in tha street dontcha think?” Elroy just laughed and said “I said you look like and fairy.” Wotan made room and Razzi glanced at me, keepen eyes on tha two now armin up "You wanna get in the middle of those two hot heads?" which I do.
Pix glared across at Elroy and smirked "you really have no intelligence" but befer she answered that one, Elroy has a goa at her own Faction Head “I'm an hot head? She is the one making threats not me.” Who NOW tried ta cool em off “Alright ... enough already .... both of you I like having both of you in one piece I will talk to her... but I don't think a n insult like that is worth blood”, she said Athos just stamped her foot, wavin her big assed sword at Elroy "she called me a fairy, she deserves to be in a thousand pieces...and I'm the one to do it " I have another go “Pix, lluv, let it go, ya cant turn tha tide by yellin at it, its just tha sea, ya know?” just in time for that rusty tosspot Zoltar to pipe up dispensing wisdom like tha backside of a cholera victim “There is an evil tendency underlying all our technology - the tendency to do what is reasonable even when it isn't any good.” I give it a good glare “its just . . . .Athos, c'mon, ya dont wanta risk gettin yer new Tony Doll splattered, now do ya?” She cuddles her doll and kisses it "nope, but I could give it to you for safe keeping"
I put a paw on her sword, just in time for Elroy ta shout “Pix is an Fairy...” so of course Athos growls "that's it" I give my self a moment to "harden tha fuck up, snowflake", with a prayer to tha goddess mutterin aloud "oh fer fucks sake" as Athos states "Prepare yourself Kitten - you are under attack" Here is where tha line between drinkin buddies and real mates comes in. I stood up, all tha way up, and I know how tall I am, that’s one reason why I crouch so much, and I step between them as they square off on tha street Elroy unslings her guns "hold tha fuck up Pix" I told her. Not askin anymore. growlin close and low "now, do ya think ya wanna let tha Kit have tha braggin rights that they taunted ya inta a street brawl fer THIS?" Athos snarled "she asked for it" as Razzi hung her head and sighed and Elroy tried ta say it was ok "You started with the insults you brought it on youre self if you just explained calmy you where not an fairy this would never have to happen." Athos looked around my shoulder "I can take her" maybe she could, if she was in her right mind. She wasn't. So I half turned and pointed a claw at Elroy and held it up signialing to pause. She had tha piece of mind at least not cross me. That woulda pissed me off bigtime. "this is fuckin dumbassed, Pix" Zoltar coughed and rattled and spoke some more, now, THAT pissed me off "shut . . .tha .. . .fuck . . up . . . Zoltar" Athos snarled and tried ta maneuver around me, but I kept her in check. She was snarlin sayin "lemme at her". As if. "no. Its stupid."
I looked over my shoulder ta Elroy"you shoot me in tha back and i'll be pissed, right?" she's daft, did I mention that? "why would i shoot you in the back?" Athos gets it though, loopy as she is. "you get outta the way and I won't shoot you Grr go sleep" she kew I was tired. It hadn's slept since Her Ladyship had been cursed at tha Blood Ritual. Four days. I aint leavin though i'm pissed off at how dumb this is, i told them ta put up their fuckin weapons Athos growls "She called me a fairy" Elroy pipes up, still wavin her piece, "not until she lowers hers.." i told her that she had called Elroy a slut back, and that it was all just words. Athos just shook her head "she looks like one" and Elroy, like a bobble-toy, bounces back with "And you look like an fairy..." and that was it tha fightin started.
I kept between em as best i could, i wore rounds from both, i took blade cuts from both. I felt tha burn and blast of magics. One of then stunned mec good, and i dropped to a knee. By tha time i shook my head, Athos was layin in tha gutter, and Elroy was staggerin off, mouthin how hard done by she was. Athos laid there groanin as i stumbled over. I'd caught a lot of lead, steel and hex. Truth be told, that was pretty close ta droppin me, closer than i been fer a while. Calleigh tha Covenite glanced over ta Athos and sighed hopelessly then back to Elroy. "Alright guys, seriously this needs to stop. Can't have each other being torn appart just due to name calling. We're not in elementrary school here." Athos looked up and slaped tha floor she was bleedin everwhere, but she wasn't broken "I'm not a fairy" i had managed ta scramble over and lays paws on her, willing her ta mend. Elroy looked at Razzi a little sad "You call that an friend?", Calleigh frowned. "Pix, stop already..." as Razzi just shook her head "You taunted her, Elroy and you know it" at least Athos rested under my paws as i called forth Coyote's healin Athos smiled up at me, "I'm sorry " then looks to Calleigh "I guess that it's an old thing" she sighed again as she rose up then wraped her little arms around me "mmm you care" Calleigh smiled weakly. "I know, I've seen it a million times Pix..." She crosses her arms and looks to me, noddin in thanks. Athos just pulled back a little and looked at me, waiting, so i summed it all up with "course i fuckin care, ya cared fer me just as good when i had nothin, think nothin of it, Athos and hell, i been shot and stabbed plenty of times by folks i liked less" she snuggled me again "love ya Grr"
you too, Athos, you too
ya hear that Coyote? ha, tick another one off my list, healed in yer name, felt good ta put my body in harms way for somethin worthwhile.
Pencil note, dated 11/9/08, a large smear is in the middle of the entry, as if a tropical bug was splatted there
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A few weeks ago I was wanderin about, bein, Diplomatic, and came across Razzi tha Top Kat talking with Pix down by tha Voodoo Shop. I padded up as they were talking. Pix smiled and sighed "yeah lots of nice Tony bits" Razzi sighed and shook her head "I don't wanna know about his bit" Gal talk, but I can hardly let that one slide “how ARE Tony's bits, Pix? i ant seen tha fella fer ages it seems” Pix looks across to her left "Grr!!! uhhh I meant his hair" There is a bunch of winkin, gigglin and blushin, and Pix ran over an gave me be big hug, or as big as her little arms could manage. “How ya doin Athos?” I asked her, Athos, one of the three musketeers, that's Pix, tha drunk and angry one. My-She was tha sexy spiritual one, Aramis, and me? Well, i'm Porthos. Half good guy, half pirate, get it? I asked em both about their Families. Diplomacy, see? Bein on good terms with the Faction Heads, its kinda my job.
All seems well with them all, Pix waves some kinda doll at me and tells me ta guess who. A bit abstract fer me. It's a Fleshie Plushie. It smells of Pix. I tell her I can't tell, (they all kinda look tha same, ya know?) she frowned at me and then looked back at tha plushie " umm he kinda looks the same" then Razzi joins in “It's me Grr” crazy Fleshies and their colour specific eyes. “erm . . i dunno, it just smells like you, and .. ahh, i dont see colours in this form too good” but when Razzi speaks up I get thrown. She's female, and Athos said “he”. She goes on, gigglin “She misses me all the time... and made a doll of me” Athos' had enough of tha game and frowned and poked me "it's meant to be my Tony you weird Aussie prat" heh. She called me a pratt, that's great. I miss hearin slang I know, she's from Wales, or somewhere, real like Aussie talk, more so than tha Pomms. She even gets my accent.
So, she's got a Tony doll, and she works in tha Voodoo Shop . . .i tell her ta be careful of it, not ta drop it or stick it with pins or nothing, Sympathetic Magic and stuff . . ."once tagether, always tagether" and "if it looks tha same, it IS tha same" she frowned and gave that some thought "well I won't alter it in any way except....perhaps make some things bigger" seein where's she's goin, I deflect her a bit with “like fingers, it needs fingers” . . . . and she seems ta focus a bit. Screws loose when it comes ta Tony, but she nodded with determination "absolutely" when along strolls Elroy tha Kit, mewlin a greetin ta us. All fine, right up until she pointed at Athos and asked "Fairy?" Big fuckin mistake. Now we'd have ta diffuse this fast, or . . . .
Me and Razzi jump on it right away “erm, no” and "no fairies around here, Elroy" and I stage whispered ta Elroy "dont mention the fairy . . . " Too late though and Athos is all glare and snarl. Elroy just seems too damn thick ta grasp tha drama here. Bloody Felines, always poking. "Well she looks like one.." Goddess! What does it take ta get through ta some folks? “lookit her, shes huge, fairies are like this big” and I spread finger and thumb, makin like that fairies are Coke-can sized. NOT person sized like Athos is. Fer tha record, I don't know what she is, but if I got asked, and DIDN”T know she'd fly off tha handle and go inta a murderous rage? I'd say she was a fairy. Elroy just keeps ploughin deeper “Can't fairies be huge?” Like I said, too late . . .and Athos launched in raisin her voice “and you look like a stupid, stupid unintelligent pussy" Wotan was boundin past, but pulled up at that last comment. Elroy just giggled "Well what ever suits you to call me..." Athos raised her hand as if to push Elroy away "say that again" Like tha daft slapper she is, Elroy just does. “Fairy?” I just pinch my muzzle, I can feel a headache commin on, and I expect blood ta start fallin soon.
Razzi tries ta head off her subordinate off with a word “Elroy knock it off” but gets no where. “What?, Just look at her” Razzi glanced between them "This is my best friend, and she doesnt like that ... so shut up" but its all too late, Athos is riled “What suits me is to call you is a stupid, brainless, " and pauses ta sneer at her pants" stupidly dressed crappy rubbish feline" Time ta try diversion tactics “erm, so, Pix, err, can ya show me a selection of tarot card fer a friend's err . . . name day?” No dice, Elroy's got her back up now. "See that she is calling me names..." groans from all around as Athos leaned over and snarled "with good reason". Maybe Top-Kit can reach Elroy, shakin her head tellin her they'd talk later. Not tha most inspired piece of leadership I've ever seen but it ain't my family.
It don't stop Elroy's mouth from flappin though. "I'm just saying you look like an Fairy what is wrong with that?" thing is there IS. My turn ta try "Elroy, isit? now, if i came up ta ya and asked "wow, lookit tha moggie, want some kitty litter . . ." but my analogy just slid right off her “ Athos growled "I do not look like a fairy and I am not a fairy. You look like a slut... are you one?” Ever see lava roll inta tha sea? Tha sea boils, and spits, but isn't going anywhere, tha lava? It flares, and crackles, but just keeps ploughing on. That's what this was like, I swear, we need stupid-police with snipers to sort this shit out. “Well in my eyes you do sorry can't change that to me you look like one. I said look like not are one.” Elroy was just labouring. I couldn't tell if she was spoilin fer a fight and wouldn't back down, or just dumb. I turned ta Athos again, tryin ta trick or reason her outta this, give her an out, ta save face. “err, um, Pix, can we g inside and lookit some tarot cards now?” still no dice. Pix smirks "and to me you look like a stupid slut who sells their body..sorry but hey ...that's the way you look" befor she turned ta me and tried ta brush me off “later Grr, kinda busy” but I wasn;t gunna let it go, so I told her “i see ya are, but, also, see, i got this urgent need . . . .” all tha while, Wotan stood there gapin, as useful as ever. I swear, he's tha epitome of Feline maleness; pretty, buff and good at standin in fire exits.
"That is just the way you look at me but doesn't have to be so." tha Feline counters ta which Athos replied "exactly, so to you I might look a certain way but I'm not, however, I don't wander Toxia shouting that you are a slut, although I'm sure I could” My fur began to rise. This was gunna lead ta blood soon, I could tell. “and i'm not shouting you are an fairy.” Said Elroy, and I tried ta get in befor tha inevitable and sighed . . ."no one's shoutin nothin . . . ." just in time for Athos ta yell “Elroy will do you for nothing - prices negotiable” and rised her foot and pushed towards Elroy "you have a problem with me?" Elroy is startin ta understand what she's gotten herself into. Athos gets crazy about this shit. “Wow... you are taking things way out of it proportions.” Athos shook her head "you offended me" and started ta draw her sword. I looked sidelong at Razzi and said “maybe some distance, hey? Razzi?” as
Elroy kept prattling on “I was just saying what i saw and you are making a big problem of it are you sick or something?” Razzi glances at Grr "yeh?" as Athos just growled louder "I'm not the sick one here" and pulled her sword "what did you call me again?" I addressed tha small crowd “lovely day NOT ta get splattered with blood in tha street dontcha think?” Elroy just laughed and said “I said you look like and fairy.” Wotan made room and Razzi glanced at me, keepen eyes on tha two now armin up "You wanna get in the middle of those two hot heads?" which I do.
Pix glared across at Elroy and smirked "you really have no intelligence" but befer she answered that one, Elroy has a goa at her own Faction Head “I'm an hot head? She is the one making threats not me.” Who NOW tried ta cool em off “Alright ... enough already .... both of you I like having both of you in one piece I will talk to her... but I don't think a n insult like that is worth blood”, she said Athos just stamped her foot, wavin her big assed sword at Elroy "she called me a fairy, she deserves to be in a thousand pieces...and I'm the one to do it " I have another go “Pix, lluv, let it go, ya cant turn tha tide by yellin at it, its just tha sea, ya know?” just in time for that rusty tosspot Zoltar to pipe up dispensing wisdom like tha backside of a cholera victim “There is an evil tendency underlying all our technology - the tendency to do what is reasonable even when it isn't any good.” I give it a good glare “its just . . . .Athos, c'mon, ya dont wanta risk gettin yer new Tony Doll splattered, now do ya?” She cuddles her doll and kisses it "nope, but I could give it to you for safe keeping"
I put a paw on her sword, just in time for Elroy ta shout “Pix is an Fairy...” so of course Athos growls "that's it" I give my self a moment to "harden tha fuck up, snowflake", with a prayer to tha goddess mutterin aloud "oh fer fucks sake" as Athos states "Prepare yourself Kitten - you are under attack" Here is where tha line between drinkin buddies and real mates comes in. I stood up, all tha way up, and I know how tall I am, that’s one reason why I crouch so much, and I step between them as they square off on tha street Elroy unslings her guns "hold tha fuck up Pix" I told her. Not askin anymore. growlin close and low "now, do ya think ya wanna let tha Kit have tha braggin rights that they taunted ya inta a street brawl fer THIS?" Athos snarled "she asked for it" as Razzi hung her head and sighed and Elroy tried ta say it was ok "You started with the insults you brought it on youre self if you just explained calmy you where not an fairy this would never have to happen." Athos looked around my shoulder "I can take her" maybe she could, if she was in her right mind. She wasn't. So I half turned and pointed a claw at Elroy and held it up signialing to pause. She had tha piece of mind at least not cross me. That woulda pissed me off bigtime. "this is fuckin dumbassed, Pix" Zoltar coughed and rattled and spoke some more, now, THAT pissed me off "shut . . .tha .. . .fuck . . up . . . Zoltar" Athos snarled and tried ta maneuver around me, but I kept her in check. She was snarlin sayin "lemme at her". As if. "no. Its stupid."
I looked over my shoulder ta Elroy"you shoot me in tha back and i'll be pissed, right?" she's daft, did I mention that? "why would i shoot you in the back?" Athos gets it though, loopy as she is. "you get outta the way and I won't shoot you Grr go sleep" she kew I was tired. It hadn's slept since Her Ladyship had been cursed at tha Blood Ritual. Four days. I aint leavin though i'm pissed off at how dumb this is, i told them ta put up their fuckin weapons Athos growls "She called me a fairy" Elroy pipes up, still wavin her piece, "not until she lowers hers.." i told her that she had called Elroy a slut back, and that it was all just words. Athos just shook her head "she looks like one" and Elroy, like a bobble-toy, bounces back with "And you look like an fairy..." and that was it tha fightin started.
I kept between em as best i could, i wore rounds from both, i took blade cuts from both. I felt tha burn and blast of magics. One of then stunned mec good, and i dropped to a knee. By tha time i shook my head, Athos was layin in tha gutter, and Elroy was staggerin off, mouthin how hard done by she was. Athos laid there groanin as i stumbled over. I'd caught a lot of lead, steel and hex. Truth be told, that was pretty close ta droppin me, closer than i been fer a while. Calleigh tha Covenite glanced over ta Athos and sighed hopelessly then back to Elroy. "Alright guys, seriously this needs to stop. Can't have each other being torn appart just due to name calling. We're not in elementrary school here." Athos looked up and slaped tha floor she was bleedin everwhere, but she wasn't broken "I'm not a fairy" i had managed ta scramble over and lays paws on her, willing her ta mend. Elroy looked at Razzi a little sad "You call that an friend?", Calleigh frowned. "Pix, stop already..." as Razzi just shook her head "You taunted her, Elroy and you know it" at least Athos rested under my paws as i called forth Coyote's healin Athos smiled up at me, "I'm sorry " then looks to Calleigh "I guess that it's an old thing" she sighed again as she rose up then wraped her little arms around me "mmm you care" Calleigh smiled weakly. "I know, I've seen it a million times Pix..." She crosses her arms and looks to me, noddin in thanks. Athos just pulled back a little and looked at me, waiting, so i summed it all up with "course i fuckin care, ya cared fer me just as good when i had nothin, think nothin of it, Athos and hell, i been shot and stabbed plenty of times by folks i liked less" she snuggled me again "love ya Grr"
you too, Athos, you too
ya hear that Coyote? ha, tick another one off my list, healed in yer name, felt good ta put my body in harms way for somethin worthwhile.
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