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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 . . .
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Showing posts with label bartending. Show all posts
Thursday, November 20, 2008
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
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Strong Gal and Mr Britt
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Pencil note dated 20/9/08, with lyrics in blue ink
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I was DJin, doin my Toxic Breaky Show, from Haven this time, when i saw Snappypants wanderin about lookin well, as lost as someone as suave as him CAN look. Her Ladyship was there, and Spirit Gal. They were dancin tha dawn off. I like tha early morn, its quiet, and those i love are still about.
My solid mate Tobermory popped in and after havin a bit of a stalk and perch, kinda slid his way over ta Snappypants. Like goes ta like, to old predators havin a civil chat like. Tha waves of class could almost be seen. They were all "i must meet your tailor" and "do you prefer Egyptian cotton or Assyrian?" Was real bloody good ta see. It'd be a damn shame if Tob's impressions of tha Fangers of Tox all came from tha KA. Instead he charmed Snappypants, and made Her Ladyship smile and not a fur was ruffled. Times like this that make it clear ta me that tha figtin between Fangers and Furs is tradition, not instinct.
Then Strong Gal came in, and i knew i needed ta do somethin. Those two, Snappypants and Strong Gal, again, they break tha views about Fangers and Fleshies. Fer tha better. Its important to me ta see, because, well, how i've come ta feel about that kinda thing. It dont look like i'm gunna find a breedin mate in Tox, not that i was ever lookin, place like this, but that dont say nothin about tha heart. I've been blessed, three times now. Each time with someone who's not of my Kin. Its difficult, but, what isn't thats worth somethin?
Anyways, i saw tha two of em, and knew i had ta do somethin fer em. I dont have gentle words but i do got a good head fer song, so i cued this one up and played it fer em. Here's tha words, i copied down from a music-code book i asked tha Library fer. I left all tha squiggles out and just copied tha words.
Fer Strong Gal and Mr Britt . . . .
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Abney Park - The Only One
I wake each night into this nightmare
Only to find that the worst is clear
I have to spend each day without you
And spend each night dreamin'
that it's not true
Dreamin' that it's not true....
My life is one constant catastrophe
everything works but means nothin to me
All of my life I gave you my soul I lived for you,
but you had another goal
You had another goal...
There's only one thing you can't ask of me
It's not in my power to stop loving you can't you see?
I would give you the moon or the stars or the sun
But you hold my heart and you are the only one
You are the only one,
You are the only one...
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Pencil note dated 20/9/08, with lyrics in blue ink
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I was DJin, doin my Toxic Breaky Show, from Haven this time, when i saw Snappypants wanderin about lookin well, as lost as someone as suave as him CAN look. Her Ladyship was there, and Spirit Gal. They were dancin tha dawn off. I like tha early morn, its quiet, and those i love are still about.
My solid mate Tobermory popped in and after havin a bit of a stalk and perch, kinda slid his way over ta Snappypants. Like goes ta like, to old predators havin a civil chat like. Tha waves of class could almost be seen. They were all "i must meet your tailor" and "do you prefer Egyptian cotton or Assyrian?" Was real bloody good ta see. It'd be a damn shame if Tob's impressions of tha Fangers of Tox all came from tha KA. Instead he charmed Snappypants, and made Her Ladyship smile and not a fur was ruffled. Times like this that make it clear ta me that tha figtin between Fangers and Furs is tradition, not instinct.
Then Strong Gal came in, and i knew i needed ta do somethin. Those two, Snappypants and Strong Gal, again, they break tha views about Fangers and Fleshies. Fer tha better. Its important to me ta see, because, well, how i've come ta feel about that kinda thing. It dont look like i'm gunna find a breedin mate in Tox, not that i was ever lookin, place like this, but that dont say nothin about tha heart. I've been blessed, three times now. Each time with someone who's not of my Kin. Its difficult, but, what isn't thats worth somethin?
Anyways, i saw tha two of em, and knew i had ta do somethin fer em. I dont have gentle words but i do got a good head fer song, so i cued this one up and played it fer em. Here's tha words, i copied down from a music-code book i asked tha Library fer. I left all tha squiggles out and just copied tha words.
Fer Strong Gal and Mr Britt . . . .
*************************
Abney Park - The Only One
I wake each night into this nightmare
Only to find that the worst is clear
I have to spend each day without you
And spend each night dreamin'
that it's not true
Dreamin' that it's not true....
My life is one constant catastrophe
everything works but means nothin to me
All of my life I gave you my soul I lived for you,
but you had another goal
You had another goal...
There's only one thing you can't ask of me
It's not in my power to stop loving you can't you see?
I would give you the moon or the stars or the sun
But you hold my heart and you are the only one
You are the only one,
You are the only one...
*****************************
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Grr: soldier, healer, cocktail-maker. Pt2 OOC (not in the book)
His nose for magic manifested in several ways, he could draw on the spirits of a place to help him track or guide, to hide or obfuscate him or his fellows, and to heal casualties, slowing blood flow, binding wounds, reducing pain. It also kept him and his Snarl-mates out of magical ambushes, which in later actions became alarmingly more frequent.
Grr flowed easily to Goddess worship, a manifest belief that life, nature and its cycles were Her, that the Moon was a visual reminder of that. He took what aspects from established religions he felt matched what he knew was true and filled in the rest with the direct logic of the Wild. That may have been the time Grr first started questioning the rightness of the 7RAR-L, its mission and his part in it. Hunting and killing were natural and right. Defending and taking new territory is the same. What they had been doing was far beyond that. Humans were not normal prey. Rabbit, deer, goat, sheep these were normal. It suddenly seemed amazing that his Snarl-mates were only too happy to feed on that which they were part of. More so because so many of them were Fleshie-born themselves.
One way Grr looked to deal with this was to learn to cook. Field rations being what they where he often didn't have much to work with, but fast hands and deep pockets kept him supplied him with the little extras that made combined rations, and any prey or local flora handy into not only decent, but fairly tasty meals. There were always those who made a show of not caring and eating raw carrion, freshly killed prisoner or whatever, but it seemed to Grr that this was taking for granted the subtle heritage that being on the edge of Humanity gave them all, and overcompensating trying to be “more bestial” than nature needed. Fruits, root vegetables, shoots, insects, rodents, livestock and crops all made it into the bellies of the Snarls who either went into the field or stayed in camp with Grr. Their pelts were healthier, and their eyes clearer than those how took the other path. Grr was taking the first steps as Shaman, tending his Kin, offering wholesomeness in the midst of carnage and decay.
This took a more practical sense after the incident with the 90mm shell. Spending a lot of time traumatised, strapped and caged as he recovered his higher functions, then bed-ridden thinking of healing, his purpose and his nature. Calling on the deep instinctive feelings of connection to the flow of life, he was first able to sense deep within himself to "see" the damage that was holding him back from healing fully. He looked to the other casualties, some in better shape than him, some worse. He reached out to them and found he could heal some of their hurts. When he told the medics, they ran some tests and confirmed he did indeed have "The Touch". Field medics were rare in the 7RAR-L, few Lycans had the feel for healing, more interested in dealing out the damage than mending it. Perhaps for this or maybe because of it, the regenerative nature of most Lycans made first aid generally unnecessary. Yet modern warfare brought many dangers even famed Lycanthropic healing couldn't quickly cope with. Shrapnel, phosphorous, napalm, DPU spall and explosive dismemberment would all took their toll. So when Grr requested Combat Medic training over Advanced Firearms, the brass allowed it, always mindful of keeping the 7RAR-L as self sufficient as possible: a self supporting, self feeding, self healing killing machine, just like the individuals that made it up.
When Grr was returned to the field, a new leader had been brought in, from the rifle company that formed part of the Al Muthanna Task Group in southern Iraq. The feel of the unit had been changed. More "training" was carried out, on prisoner or to discipline Snarls themselves. This was exactly the behaviour that Wulf brought to The Pack during the "Alpha Struggles" when Pack Leadership was as changeable as the moon in Toxia. Grr waited, endured, and watched. He tended the fallen, as best he could, healing them, easing their passage or helping them recover. He never shirked his duties, but on more than one occasion, was reprimanded for un-warranted displays of mercy to non-combative targets. It was only his feral savagery to opposing forces, and field-craft that stopped his Officers demoting him, in favour of younger, more unilaterally brutal Snarls. When it was obvious that the corruption of the Unit had degraded it so far that they began to turn on each other, he acted. Only officers were ever issued the generally Lycan-toxic silver ammunition, but his time in the field and in the recovery hospital taught Grr how to kill his own kind convincingly without it.
White Phosphorous incendiary grenades. Several of them. After that it was only the hardly trivial matter of eluding capture by motivated and dedicated, military trained Lycans, and finding lasting freedom. His keen senses, stealth, insurance and counter-insurance training and natural way with those he encountered along the way made that possible. Not a complex plan, just a deep set drive to be free, wild and part of something that felt right. Sneaking in to a regular Fleshie RAR base at a port town was only too easy, as was re-stocking on kit. It was just a matter of putting a word on his buddy in logistics to know which crates held gear ear-marked for the 7RAR-L, skimming off one set of what he needed, being a creature of habit, the only gear he had ever known was either standard issue kit, whatever they could get from the PX, or looting. When “off duty” Grr had taken to wearing shirts with slogans that meshed with his particular brand of humour. About as dry as a paper towel in a monsoon. Fleshie morals, and qualms amused Grr, taking delight in flaunting his feral nature at times, in the face of tradition, whilst at the same time, being quite shy about his own, and rigorously following them; Pack Hierarchy, Territory Protection, Matriarchal Mating Rites, Protection of the Young. Often Grr felt the need to educate his Snarl-mates on the ways of their Four-Legged Kin. In this, Grr was also acting as Shaman to what he considered his Pack.
It was also in these “off duty” times he took after that other grand old Australian tradition. Drinking. Beer never really appealed to Grr, to biter and bloating, but he revelled in the fruity combinations of fresh fruit and strong spirits. With whatever contraband or looted booze they could supply him with, Grr made drinks for his Snarl-mates, a battered Cocktail Guide made its way into his personal effects and Grr realised another aspect of his nature, He could combine scout and healer, cook and soldier, combine them and make them more than their parts. When he stood or crouched beside the makeshift bar in their Den, his fellows would sip at his creations, and start to talk to him, voicing their grievances, giving opinions they might not ever dare give otherwise. It was as if the Rank vanished, the Unit vanished, and all that was left were two beings, one with woes and trials, the other with open ears, and given the trust to judge and advise. Grr learnt his potions well, mixed his drinks, and tended the needs of his fellows. His bartop confessions never passed up the chain of command, save as general recommendations to his Alpha, when he thought the situation needed to be known, for the good of his Kin. In this way too, Grr took on the aspect of Shaman, as Bartender.
Grr flowed easily to Goddess worship, a manifest belief that life, nature and its cycles were Her, that the Moon was a visual reminder of that. He took what aspects from established religions he felt matched what he knew was true and filled in the rest with the direct logic of the Wild. That may have been the time Grr first started questioning the rightness of the 7RAR-L, its mission and his part in it. Hunting and killing were natural and right. Defending and taking new territory is the same. What they had been doing was far beyond that. Humans were not normal prey. Rabbit, deer, goat, sheep these were normal. It suddenly seemed amazing that his Snarl-mates were only too happy to feed on that which they were part of. More so because so many of them were Fleshie-born themselves.
One way Grr looked to deal with this was to learn to cook. Field rations being what they where he often didn't have much to work with, but fast hands and deep pockets kept him supplied him with the little extras that made combined rations, and any prey or local flora handy into not only decent, but fairly tasty meals. There were always those who made a show of not caring and eating raw carrion, freshly killed prisoner or whatever, but it seemed to Grr that this was taking for granted the subtle heritage that being on the edge of Humanity gave them all, and overcompensating trying to be “more bestial” than nature needed. Fruits, root vegetables, shoots, insects, rodents, livestock and crops all made it into the bellies of the Snarls who either went into the field or stayed in camp with Grr. Their pelts were healthier, and their eyes clearer than those how took the other path. Grr was taking the first steps as Shaman, tending his Kin, offering wholesomeness in the midst of carnage and decay.
This took a more practical sense after the incident with the 90mm shell. Spending a lot of time traumatised, strapped and caged as he recovered his higher functions, then bed-ridden thinking of healing, his purpose and his nature. Calling on the deep instinctive feelings of connection to the flow of life, he was first able to sense deep within himself to "see" the damage that was holding him back from healing fully. He looked to the other casualties, some in better shape than him, some worse. He reached out to them and found he could heal some of their hurts. When he told the medics, they ran some tests and confirmed he did indeed have "The Touch". Field medics were rare in the 7RAR-L, few Lycans had the feel for healing, more interested in dealing out the damage than mending it. Perhaps for this or maybe because of it, the regenerative nature of most Lycans made first aid generally unnecessary. Yet modern warfare brought many dangers even famed Lycanthropic healing couldn't quickly cope with. Shrapnel, phosphorous, napalm, DPU spall and explosive dismemberment would all took their toll. So when Grr requested Combat Medic training over Advanced Firearms, the brass allowed it, always mindful of keeping the 7RAR-L as self sufficient as possible: a self supporting, self feeding, self healing killing machine, just like the individuals that made it up.
When Grr was returned to the field, a new leader had been brought in, from the rifle company that formed part of the Al Muthanna Task Group in southern Iraq. The feel of the unit had been changed. More "training" was carried out, on prisoner or to discipline Snarls themselves. This was exactly the behaviour that Wulf brought to The Pack during the "Alpha Struggles" when Pack Leadership was as changeable as the moon in Toxia. Grr waited, endured, and watched. He tended the fallen, as best he could, healing them, easing their passage or helping them recover. He never shirked his duties, but on more than one occasion, was reprimanded for un-warranted displays of mercy to non-combative targets. It was only his feral savagery to opposing forces, and field-craft that stopped his Officers demoting him, in favour of younger, more unilaterally brutal Snarls. When it was obvious that the corruption of the Unit had degraded it so far that they began to turn on each other, he acted. Only officers were ever issued the generally Lycan-toxic silver ammunition, but his time in the field and in the recovery hospital taught Grr how to kill his own kind convincingly without it.
White Phosphorous incendiary grenades. Several of them. After that it was only the hardly trivial matter of eluding capture by motivated and dedicated, military trained Lycans, and finding lasting freedom. His keen senses, stealth, insurance and counter-insurance training and natural way with those he encountered along the way made that possible. Not a complex plan, just a deep set drive to be free, wild and part of something that felt right. Sneaking in to a regular Fleshie RAR base at a port town was only too easy, as was re-stocking on kit. It was just a matter of putting a word on his buddy in logistics to know which crates held gear ear-marked for the 7RAR-L, skimming off one set of what he needed, being a creature of habit, the only gear he had ever known was either standard issue kit, whatever they could get from the PX, or looting. When “off duty” Grr had taken to wearing shirts with slogans that meshed with his particular brand of humour. About as dry as a paper towel in a monsoon. Fleshie morals, and qualms amused Grr, taking delight in flaunting his feral nature at times, in the face of tradition, whilst at the same time, being quite shy about his own, and rigorously following them; Pack Hierarchy, Territory Protection, Matriarchal Mating Rites, Protection of the Young. Often Grr felt the need to educate his Snarl-mates on the ways of their Four-Legged Kin. In this, Grr was also acting as Shaman to what he considered his Pack.
It was also in these “off duty” times he took after that other grand old Australian tradition. Drinking. Beer never really appealed to Grr, to biter and bloating, but he revelled in the fruity combinations of fresh fruit and strong spirits. With whatever contraband or looted booze they could supply him with, Grr made drinks for his Snarl-mates, a battered Cocktail Guide made its way into his personal effects and Grr realised another aspect of his nature, He could combine scout and healer, cook and soldier, combine them and make them more than their parts. When he stood or crouched beside the makeshift bar in their Den, his fellows would sip at his creations, and start to talk to him, voicing their grievances, giving opinions they might not ever dare give otherwise. It was as if the Rank vanished, the Unit vanished, and all that was left were two beings, one with woes and trials, the other with open ears, and given the trust to judge and advise. Grr learnt his potions well, mixed his drinks, and tended the needs of his fellows. His bartop confessions never passed up the chain of command, save as general recommendations to his Alpha, when he thought the situation needed to be known, for the good of his Kin. In this way too, Grr took on the aspect of Shaman, as Bartender.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Haven Incident Report
The following is a report written on a Toxian General Hospital Incident Reporting Form, it is, creased and stained, as if it had been found in a semi-ruined filing cabinet, it is written in careful, but messy pencil. It looks like it has been folded, posted, filed, and returned. It is pasted into the journal.
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INCIDENT DESCRIPTION + REMEDIAL ACTION
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16-04-08
I got a note i picked up in a dead-letter drop-spot, a report of an incident at Haven, involving suspicious behavior of someone I know to be both a threat and capable of performing acts either in mischief or malice.
The note spoke of the marking of all common contact surfaces in the Haven by an individual matching the Shadow, Kishi, who, when asked by a witness was quoted as saying "just something to make people crazy". Given her Faction and relations in it, and the recent events of the anti-Lycan and Feline bio-weapon, the Drooling Disease, which lead to hyper-rabid behavior in its victims, as spread by infected body fluid contact, I thought it was a serious threat.
I treated a number of victims of this disease, and witnessed its spread both by the victims, and by “hosts” as a weapon. I believe I was targeted myself, I found a tear in my MOPS suit that smelt of Quiet's drool, after coming in contact with her during the epidemic.
Arriving in The Library, I met with Her Ladyship, and coincidentally she invited me to join her at Haven for a drink. I balked, which was jokingly mistaken as my fear of being turned into a couch, (actually I worry about ending my days as a rug) but instead I warned her that there was a problem, passed her over the note, and told her I'd “have her six” Her Ladyship read the note, brow furrowing and instructed me to go upstairs and grab the blue canisters, with the assurance that together we would sort the situation out.
We arrived in the Haven doorway. I held Her “six”, close behind, with a canister and a sprayer. I surveyed the current patrons, and recognized Benway, Dracken, Gabriele, and Hippi several other unknown patrons were also present.
Her Ladyship greeted the patrons, and asked them to remain where they were. She told them had been notified that the Haven may have been contaminated and that just to be on the safe side we were going to disinfect.
Dracken, Gabriele and Benway all asked what kind of contamination might have occurred, I suggested that it was the “nasty kind” Her Ladyship told them that I was going to spray the area. Hippi mentioned he has felt something unusual after sitting, and Draken took off his pants. Her Ladyship then told them there was nothing to worry about, that it was purely a precaution.
Gabriele asked what is in the spray, I had no idea, never having been told, but I was fairly sure that it was the combined antidote I had heard had been developed. I was also not in the mood for interrupting questions, so gave an answer of “ground unicorns and the cure to cancer, and that it was blue” hoping to stop further interruptions.
Benway demanded an explanation, and suggested he might take action, referring to his flamethrower, as means of removing the problem himself. HE was agitated but did not move to act. I continued my assessment of the area.
Mirah arrived at Haven, dressed in ceremonial clothes closed her eyes and whispered an incantation.
Jadienne approached Her Ladyship, she was distressed and spoke to Her asking if she could speak with Her. Her Ladyship greeted her kindly, but informed her of that we were dealing with a situation, and asked her patience.
Gabriele asked Benway if this was a new thing, he agreed. Dracken commented that iot was strange and he could not remember any contaminants being loosed in the Haven, before , jokingly adding “apart from the alcohol” Gabriele and Jadiene began reacting to the tension from the others. I could smell their fear response. Benway informed Gabriel of the recent Plagues, to which she replied that plague does not worry her. Benway then further added that as he put it the “crazy lycan, Jason Rockpup was dosing people with something that threw them into homicidal rages”
Being reminded of this set my teeth on edge, but I tried to keep my composure as I had a job to do, not a bone to chew and I tried to explain that it wasn't a plague, that it might have been a bioweapon, and that they should stay calm, as it was about to be neutralized. Her Ladyship affirmed that it was just a precaution, to remain calm and that we would be out of their hair in just a moment.
Seeing Mirah was in place, I asked her if she would start the Cleansing she had let me know she would work in parallel to our decontamination, with her starting, I commenced decontamination.
Again, Gabriele asked if the process would harm them, Mirah replied that no harm will come to those who mean no harm to the Haven. Her Ladyship reaffirmed this, adding that were there to help, not to harm. Benway then asked if we knew who might have put it here and how we knew about it to which She replied “We are the Omega Institute, it is our business to know these things.” Benway shrugged and countered that the “Talamasca” said something similar, to which Gabriele laughed and commented that they were a bunch of fakes. Hippi made a series of odd comments regarding his hair.
Mirah McGuire walked through the door of Haven, carrying a stone bowl from which came a cleansing, wafted by the feathers in her other hand, swirls throughout the bar, it seemed to touch and caress each and every surface. I began spraying in tandem with her Works.
Gabriele then asked who the Omega Institute were and Benway looked at Gabriele supprised at her comment on "the Talamasca?" Her Ladyship smiled at Gabriele and suggested she was new in town. Gabriele looked at her with a sideways glance and said nothing, and I catch her eye and simply pointed at Her Ladyship, not feeling the need to explain. Benway spoke up again, stating that Gabriele was indeed new and if Her Ladyship cared to answer her question, to which She simply said She'd like to ensure everyone's safety first if that was all right with him.
To keep him quiet and to take the edge his building frustration, which I could smell I told him we look after lost puppies, and keep the Library books from going missing, he seemed content with that quip.
Mirah continued through the bar, chanting a purification ritual, followed by words of protection, the smoke carried her words, her message, her invocations, upwards and returns with cleansing white light. I could feel the Working, smell its tang in the air.
Jadienne entered and stood looking for a moment until she spotted me and called out to me as I sprayed surfaces. Benway was confused as to who was doing what, and why. One of the unknown patrons began to pray, adding to the Power in the room. Another commented that the combined effects actually felt quite good. Gabriele was still uneasy, and a note of disquiet still rose from her.
Mirah spread the smoke which curled around the chairs, tables, candles. It traced the bar, slides softly over each seat, swirls around and in each tip jar, every bottle, every glass, each container, cup, mug, and goblet. The smoke touched all the cabinets, inside and out, the knobs, levers, the coffeemaker, teapot, blender, sink, lights, shades, fixtures, cleaning cloths, fountains, fridges and everything inside them. The sweet sage smoke caressed everything, every crevice, purifying it.
“ better be safe than sorry” commented Hippi, to which I heartily agreed as I started spraying near him. Dracken: sighed and said he might as well put his pants back on. Benway joked he always thought 'blowing smoke up your ass' was just an expression, which cheered me up as I worked, and replied “no no, pants are bad” and told him he would get double doses, just to be sure.
Gabriele finally smellt the thick cloying smoke, and relieved, commented it was just incense, and I told her that it was ALSO my blue spray. Mirah, still in her Working, told her it was sage and would case no harm The purifying smoke and the words of Mirah's ritual flowed through Haven, wafting over the pool table, balls and cue sticks, chalk, the windows, posters and pictures, floor, ceiling.
Hippi complained that he wouldn't breathe anything that was not air, Benway suggested he just refrain from breathing, Gabriele relaxed and commented laughing, that it was just like the holy men. I told Hippi he was a long way from pure air in Tox, and Dracken hoped aloud that it wasn't not red fire sage he said he was allergic to. Hippi said he liked the Toxian air, preferring it to strange chemicals that strangers were spraying around. I tild him it was too late now, having already sprayed him before he commented and that i wasn't a stranger, i worked in the Haven, and I wanted it to be a safe place to work.
Mirah continued her Work, wafting smoke over the dance stage, cleansing the floor, poles, and tip jars, each and every stool, chair, couch, and loveseat. The smoke rolls over and through the dj booth and all it's equipment, before smiling and moving up the stairs to the second floor, the smoke cleansing the stairway, its walls of rough brick touched by the wisps of sage.
Hippi blurted out with a comment about his trusty gasmask which he had been wearing since I had mentioned the spray, I reassured him that it should be ok, as long as he didn't touch anything in there before he put it on, to which he quipped “or anyone, since i don't have a long stick with me”
Mirah McGuire continues to chant her invocation, fanning the smoke with the feathers. Smoke swirls around the walls, floor, ceiling, the paintings, booths, tables and seats upstairs. Each candle.. each lapdance chair is touched and cleansed by the smoke and the Power being called down.
I kept spraying long and wide upstairs, covering each area after Mirha. From downstairs I heard Her Ladyship tell Draken he should be fine to go now and to have a pleasant evening. She thanked everyone for their cooperation,
Mirah moved back down the stairs.. the smoke flowing everywhere.. the words of her ancient chant filling the space, making my tail tingle, she moved into the back room, tending every cloth, seat, light, mirror, locker and countertop is cleansed as well as all the stored cases of alcohol and people's belongings.
I met Her Ladyship at the door, where she stood speaking to Jadienne, thanking her for waiting, asking her if she would like to talk there, or in The Library. Jadienne said The Library because the incense was getting to her. I padded up to Her Ladyship and handed Herself a swab, capped, in a biohazard bag, telling her it was from before we started. With that we should be able to tell if there really was a contamination or if it was all a sick joke to drive us nuts.
The smoke cleansed the inside and the outside of the Haven, from foundation to roof
Mirah walked to the door of the Haven, whispering "purify and cleanse this place, Sweet Mother, Blessed Father.. return the poison three times three times three from whence it came." I could sense the strain to Mirah so gave her something to lean on, me.
Mirah raised her arms, looked upward, her eyes glowing .. "thus have i prayed in Perfect Love and in Perfect Trust, Sweet Mother. So Mote It Be!" to which I added my own Call to the Mother. Her Ladyship, before leaving with Jadienne, turned to Mirah and thanked her too.
Mirah lowerd her arms, closed her eyes, deeply fatigued, and releases the Power back to the Universe, with a soft word of thanks. The air lost its tang. Mirah stumbled against in her fatigue. Pix arrived and greeted both Mirah and me as we readied to wander over The Library and asks whats going on. I told her we had just decontaminated Haven, Mirah, exhausted, replied "we think Kishi might have poisoned the Haven last night, we just cleansed it..."
Pix raised a brow and asked a bunch of questions. "Kishi did what?, Was that when she was behind the bar? is the whiskey ok?" This raised some eyes and ears in the Haven, and Benway asked me directly who did it and to try to defuse the situation I tell him "the Green Demoness" counting on him not to know who i meant. It works, but he went on to ask me if anywhere else might be affected. I made motions to escort Mirah out, avoiding any more speculation about who did it or why. Pix had already been set off though, but had axes enough of her own to grind, so I didn't need to contain much. I took Mirah over The Library, she wanted to thank Her Ladyship and I wanted to get her off the streets. For several reasons, retaliation not the least.
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FINAL SUMMARY OF EVENT
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Tipoff that Kishi of the Shadows may have been lacing the Haven with poison and/or bioweapon.
Collected sample for assesment of actual threat.
Took precautionary decontamination action both conventional and themeturgical
SPECIAL NOTE: only hours later, personally observed Kishi repeating the reported actions, glibly in full sight of both Mirah and me.
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INCIDENT DESCRIPTION + REMEDIAL ACTION
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16-04-08
I got a note i picked up in a dead-letter drop-spot, a report of an incident at Haven, involving suspicious behavior of someone I know to be both a threat and capable of performing acts either in mischief or malice.
The note spoke of the marking of all common contact surfaces in the Haven by an individual matching the Shadow, Kishi, who, when asked by a witness was quoted as saying "just something to make people crazy". Given her Faction and relations in it, and the recent events of the anti-Lycan and Feline bio-weapon, the Drooling Disease, which lead to hyper-rabid behavior in its victims, as spread by infected body fluid contact, I thought it was a serious threat.
I treated a number of victims of this disease, and witnessed its spread both by the victims, and by “hosts” as a weapon. I believe I was targeted myself, I found a tear in my MOPS suit that smelt of Quiet's drool, after coming in contact with her during the epidemic.
Arriving in The Library, I met with Her Ladyship, and coincidentally she invited me to join her at Haven for a drink. I balked, which was jokingly mistaken as my fear of being turned into a couch, (actually I worry about ending my days as a rug) but instead I warned her that there was a problem, passed her over the note, and told her I'd “have her six” Her Ladyship read the note, brow furrowing and instructed me to go upstairs and grab the blue canisters, with the assurance that together we would sort the situation out.
We arrived in the Haven doorway. I held Her “six”, close behind, with a canister and a sprayer. I surveyed the current patrons, and recognized Benway, Dracken, Gabriele, and Hippi several other unknown patrons were also present.
Her Ladyship greeted the patrons, and asked them to remain where they were. She told them had been notified that the Haven may have been contaminated and that just to be on the safe side we were going to disinfect.
Dracken, Gabriele and Benway all asked what kind of contamination might have occurred, I suggested that it was the “nasty kind” Her Ladyship told them that I was going to spray the area. Hippi mentioned he has felt something unusual after sitting, and Draken took off his pants. Her Ladyship then told them there was nothing to worry about, that it was purely a precaution.
Gabriele asked what is in the spray, I had no idea, never having been told, but I was fairly sure that it was the combined antidote I had heard had been developed. I was also not in the mood for interrupting questions, so gave an answer of “ground unicorns and the cure to cancer, and that it was blue” hoping to stop further interruptions.
Benway demanded an explanation, and suggested he might take action, referring to his flamethrower, as means of removing the problem himself. HE was agitated but did not move to act. I continued my assessment of the area.
Mirah arrived at Haven, dressed in ceremonial clothes closed her eyes and whispered an incantation.
Jadienne approached Her Ladyship, she was distressed and spoke to Her asking if she could speak with Her. Her Ladyship greeted her kindly, but informed her of that we were dealing with a situation, and asked her patience.
Gabriele asked Benway if this was a new thing, he agreed. Dracken commented that iot was strange and he could not remember any contaminants being loosed in the Haven, before , jokingly adding “apart from the alcohol” Gabriele and Jadiene began reacting to the tension from the others. I could smell their fear response. Benway informed Gabriel of the recent Plagues, to which she replied that plague does not worry her. Benway then further added that as he put it the “crazy lycan, Jason Rockpup was dosing people with something that threw them into homicidal rages”
Being reminded of this set my teeth on edge, but I tried to keep my composure as I had a job to do, not a bone to chew and I tried to explain that it wasn't a plague, that it might have been a bioweapon, and that they should stay calm, as it was about to be neutralized. Her Ladyship affirmed that it was just a precaution, to remain calm and that we would be out of their hair in just a moment.
Seeing Mirah was in place, I asked her if she would start the Cleansing she had let me know she would work in parallel to our decontamination, with her starting, I commenced decontamination.
Again, Gabriele asked if the process would harm them, Mirah replied that no harm will come to those who mean no harm to the Haven. Her Ladyship reaffirmed this, adding that were there to help, not to harm. Benway then asked if we knew who might have put it here and how we knew about it to which She replied “We are the Omega Institute, it is our business to know these things.” Benway shrugged and countered that the “Talamasca” said something similar, to which Gabriele laughed and commented that they were a bunch of fakes. Hippi made a series of odd comments regarding his hair.
Mirah McGuire walked through the door of Haven, carrying a stone bowl from which came a cleansing, wafted by the feathers in her other hand, swirls throughout the bar, it seemed to touch and caress each and every surface. I began spraying in tandem with her Works.
Gabriele then asked who the Omega Institute were and Benway looked at Gabriele supprised at her comment on "the Talamasca?" Her Ladyship smiled at Gabriele and suggested she was new in town. Gabriele looked at her with a sideways glance and said nothing, and I catch her eye and simply pointed at Her Ladyship, not feeling the need to explain. Benway spoke up again, stating that Gabriele was indeed new and if Her Ladyship cared to answer her question, to which She simply said She'd like to ensure everyone's safety first if that was all right with him.
To keep him quiet and to take the edge his building frustration, which I could smell I told him we look after lost puppies, and keep the Library books from going missing, he seemed content with that quip.
Mirah continued through the bar, chanting a purification ritual, followed by words of protection, the smoke carried her words, her message, her invocations, upwards and returns with cleansing white light. I could feel the Working, smell its tang in the air.
Jadienne entered and stood looking for a moment until she spotted me and called out to me as I sprayed surfaces. Benway was confused as to who was doing what, and why. One of the unknown patrons began to pray, adding to the Power in the room. Another commented that the combined effects actually felt quite good. Gabriele was still uneasy, and a note of disquiet still rose from her.
Mirah spread the smoke which curled around the chairs, tables, candles. It traced the bar, slides softly over each seat, swirls around and in each tip jar, every bottle, every glass, each container, cup, mug, and goblet. The smoke touched all the cabinets, inside and out, the knobs, levers, the coffeemaker, teapot, blender, sink, lights, shades, fixtures, cleaning cloths, fountains, fridges and everything inside them. The sweet sage smoke caressed everything, every crevice, purifying it.
“ better be safe than sorry” commented Hippi, to which I heartily agreed as I started spraying near him. Dracken: sighed and said he might as well put his pants back on. Benway joked he always thought 'blowing smoke up your ass' was just an expression, which cheered me up as I worked, and replied “no no, pants are bad” and told him he would get double doses, just to be sure.
Gabriele finally smellt the thick cloying smoke, and relieved, commented it was just incense, and I told her that it was ALSO my blue spray. Mirah, still in her Working, told her it was sage and would case no harm The purifying smoke and the words of Mirah's ritual flowed through Haven, wafting over the pool table, balls and cue sticks, chalk, the windows, posters and pictures, floor, ceiling.
Hippi complained that he wouldn't breathe anything that was not air, Benway suggested he just refrain from breathing, Gabriele relaxed and commented laughing, that it was just like the holy men. I told Hippi he was a long way from pure air in Tox, and Dracken hoped aloud that it wasn't not red fire sage he said he was allergic to. Hippi said he liked the Toxian air, preferring it to strange chemicals that strangers were spraying around. I tild him it was too late now, having already sprayed him before he commented and that i wasn't a stranger, i worked in the Haven, and I wanted it to be a safe place to work.
Mirah continued her Work, wafting smoke over the dance stage, cleansing the floor, poles, and tip jars, each and every stool, chair, couch, and loveseat. The smoke rolls over and through the dj booth and all it's equipment, before smiling and moving up the stairs to the second floor, the smoke cleansing the stairway, its walls of rough brick touched by the wisps of sage.
Hippi blurted out with a comment about his trusty gasmask which he had been wearing since I had mentioned the spray, I reassured him that it should be ok, as long as he didn't touch anything in there before he put it on, to which he quipped “or anyone, since i don't have a long stick with me”
Mirah McGuire continues to chant her invocation, fanning the smoke with the feathers. Smoke swirls around the walls, floor, ceiling, the paintings, booths, tables and seats upstairs. Each candle.. each lapdance chair is touched and cleansed by the smoke and the Power being called down.
I kept spraying long and wide upstairs, covering each area after Mirha. From downstairs I heard Her Ladyship tell Draken he should be fine to go now and to have a pleasant evening. She thanked everyone for their cooperation,
Mirah moved back down the stairs.. the smoke flowing everywhere.. the words of her ancient chant filling the space, making my tail tingle, she moved into the back room, tending every cloth, seat, light, mirror, locker and countertop is cleansed as well as all the stored cases of alcohol and people's belongings.
I met Her Ladyship at the door, where she stood speaking to Jadienne, thanking her for waiting, asking her if she would like to talk there, or in The Library. Jadienne said The Library because the incense was getting to her. I padded up to Her Ladyship and handed Herself a swab, capped, in a biohazard bag, telling her it was from before we started. With that we should be able to tell if there really was a contamination or if it was all a sick joke to drive us nuts.
The smoke cleansed the inside and the outside of the Haven, from foundation to roof
Mirah walked to the door of the Haven, whispering "purify and cleanse this place, Sweet Mother, Blessed Father.. return the poison three times three times three from whence it came." I could sense the strain to Mirah so gave her something to lean on, me.
Mirah raised her arms, looked upward, her eyes glowing .. "thus have i prayed in Perfect Love and in Perfect Trust, Sweet Mother. So Mote It Be!" to which I added my own Call to the Mother. Her Ladyship, before leaving with Jadienne, turned to Mirah and thanked her too.
Mirah lowerd her arms, closed her eyes, deeply fatigued, and releases the Power back to the Universe, with a soft word of thanks. The air lost its tang. Mirah stumbled against in her fatigue. Pix arrived and greeted both Mirah and me as we readied to wander over The Library and asks whats going on. I told her we had just decontaminated Haven, Mirah, exhausted, replied "we think Kishi might have poisoned the Haven last night, we just cleansed it..."
Pix raised a brow and asked a bunch of questions. "Kishi did what?, Was that when she was behind the bar? is the whiskey ok?" This raised some eyes and ears in the Haven, and Benway asked me directly who did it and to try to defuse the situation I tell him "the Green Demoness" counting on him not to know who i meant. It works, but he went on to ask me if anywhere else might be affected. I made motions to escort Mirah out, avoiding any more speculation about who did it or why. Pix had already been set off though, but had axes enough of her own to grind, so I didn't need to contain much. I took Mirah over The Library, she wanted to thank Her Ladyship and I wanted to get her off the streets. For several reasons, retaliation not the least.
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FINAL SUMMARY OF EVENT
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Tipoff that Kishi of the Shadows may have been lacing the Haven with poison and/or bioweapon.
Collected sample for assesment of actual threat.
Took precautionary decontamination action both conventional and themeturgical
SPECIAL NOTE: only hours later, personally observed Kishi repeating the reported actions, glibly in full sight of both Mirah and me.
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Monday, April 14, 2008
Tha Green Demoness
Haven: my body clock tells me its late, not far from sack-time. I been doin my rounds, had another of my verbal spars with Nareth. "One is Three, Three are One", her usual line. I think I get it, more than she gives me credit fer, at least. Some new kid came in and I was given her tha low down on tha Library, includin a safety brief, when Nareth pipes up and corrects me when I say tha Library caused tha Tenguska Blast. I'm three in one as well, but I ain't gonna bring that up with her neither. Same reason.
She said it were her, but when I pressed her she said she'd directed it, cause it was a part of her. I'm fine with that, tha place is alive, its got a mind and Spirit. Well, she didn't like that analogy, called me some more names "supersticious". So I hit her with another- that she was tha targeting and guidance system of tha weapon system that was tha Library.
That didn't go over too good neither, but I think I reached her a bit more. She said weapon systems aught not have thinking minds. I had ta disagree with that one. See, I been trained ta see myself as a thinkin weapon. Don't get me wrong, I ain't a GOOD weapon, actually i'm pretty crap, more like a Combat-Ready Reccy Package. I didn't bring that up again, last time ended up with Tenguska.
She don't like me near, but I don't realy get why. Strangest mermaid i'il ever know, I swear. Yeh, shes one of Calypso's thatís fer sure. Nic came on in, so I scooted. I get it, about Nareth bein part of tha Library, she's a Pesonification. An Elemental, some folks might call her an Avatar of tha Library. That I can understand. I seen her bond with tha place, seen her movin with tha energies flowin over her, smelt where it came from. I think I know what she means by Three too: Her, transient flesh. Tha Library, lasting monument. Knowledge, tha Aetherial aspect of tha other two. Or maybe i'm talking out of my tail hole.
Haven, thatís where I ended after makin my exit. Haven, where I needed ta check last fer news on Choi and Pix. I had seen Pix in tha street, ad she was all "i'm fine, Choi is a little messed up, i'm fine." thatís typical Post Traumatic Stress. I seen that before. Hell, I been there before. Takes a while fer a bold and brash hard-case like Pix ta come ta terms with getting worked over by professionals like tha Shadows. Takes a while till anybody moves on from somethin like that.
Haven: I get in and there she is. Tha paw of tha Shadows, tha Green Demoness. I been trackin her through Tox fer tha last few days, ever since tha attack on Pix and Choi. From tha sounds of it tha Shadows were reactin ta a violation of their territory, and doled out their brand of punishment. Tha bastards always take things too far is all, and I can't abide that. There's a big difference between harsh and cruel, and tha Shaows always chose on thm side of cruel.
Haven: there she was, tendin bar, where me and my-She usually tend. I dunno if she's caught wind of me trackin her, I almost got busted tha night before last scopin out Vulcan's home comin. I slip on in and keep my head and tail down. I see Drak in, and remember my-She tellin me by Comms that Drak got done over too, so I head fer him, ta see what I can learn.
Tha Green Demoness glances between Emmy and the other at tha bar "either of you two?". She's doin tha tendin deal, askin fer drink orders. I pad up to Drak and tap him on the side of the knee plates of his exo-suit ta get his attention. "Grr!" he comes out with, "Goggy!" pipes up his mini-bot. "how ya doin? heard ya might have had some troubles" I ask him, tryin fer a neutral intro, "a bit" he follows. "mmhmmm" says I. Tha Green Demonesc waves to me, all friendly like, and tha sound of her voice gives me visions. I see Choi crucified, scalped, de-eared. I see tha wild look in Pix's eyes. My fur all fluffs up and I flatten my ears instinctive like. I grit my teath and breathe ta relax. I keep talkin ta Drak. "so, how are ya feelin?" I look him in tha eye, lookin fer signs. Windows of tha souls, eyes are.
Drak tells me he needs a scotch, I tell him i can do that. He grumlbes at the current bar keep and mutters "She is among them" I can hear tha Green Demoness perk at hearing the "i need scotch" and is already setting to work pulling out a well aged single malt "ice?" she asks. "I wasn't talking to you, Fucking Shadow scum" mouths off Drak. I take my cue and wander casually to the bar and snatch a bottle, drop a fistful of notes on the bar, and pad back over to where Drak is sittin on tha long couch.
Malayka tha Ryder walks over with a concerned look on her face, "scotch fer two, right here matey" I say ta Drak but he grabs Mal's hand, a little too hard as she come on over "Sorry" he says at her look. Drak's Mini Bot pipes up " Drak doesn't like shadow.
Tha other folks at tha bar are chattin ta Green Demoness, more Shadows, or their pals, at least. Drak thanks me fer tha drink and tries ta pay me back, but I make a show of refusin, "pfft, keep it man" says I ta which Drak says "Dammit Grr take it" I don't want him ta pay tha Green Demoness, via me, and I want him ta know it. At tha bar she shrugs dumping the ice she had for his scotch set up reaching back for a glass whiping up a chilled rose and adding an umbrella before brining it to her pal. They keep chattin one of em laughs "But hopefully no more blood will be spilt....until our home is ready" So, i know they are of tha same kind, tha lot of em.
Mal listens to the background chatter and mumbles under breath,,,"what the fuck?". Tha Green Demon hops back behind the bar pouring a vodka into a chilled glass and pops over to Vic's table for delivery. I turn back ta Drak reaching over to clink glasses "So, Drak, mate, like, what gives?" Hey says "Fighting shadow, as always" I press him, throwing in a curve, his old mates, tha Cybers "is that on tha agenda fer you lot is it?" Drak looked up to the bar where tha Green Demoness kept glibly servin drinks, i look under under my arm at the bar as well, followin his gaze as easy as a paintin laser "or just personal?" i ask him. His reply is kinda what i expected "I am not lot Grr, I am as they say a GDI" He looks shifty fer a minute "The bar has ears". I kinda work it out and pipe up "Goddess Dammed Individual?" ta which he comes back "God Damn Independent I owe nothing to noone but all shadow will die ALL OF THEM " he looks ta tha bar again. She doesn't react, just smiles turning back to the bar to make up another before putting it back out beside her friend a new coctail umbrella, a blue one this time, peeking its little paper head. "but not tanight, i'm guessin?" i prompt which he follows up with "One day at a time Grr, When they will buck up and fight." I can se where this is goin, i think, so i try ta get it definite in my mind, and his "and, err, would this be bacause of say, some recent events with some friends of ours?" I look at him, tryin ta get him ta come out with what happened, but before i do, something happens to drive all my investigation out tha bloody window.
Tha Green Demoness sighs ignoring Drak "get you anything Grr hun?" she smiled at me. Drak Jefferson looks to the bar again "WHORE!"
I stop mid sentence, stand, turn and walk to the bar. Each pad-fall i see Choi flinchin away from me, I see tha blank look in her eyes when she looks at her friends. Each pad-fall i see Pix, crazed, each pad-fall, i tha bandages on Choi's head, and tha wad of Choi's hair offerd by tha Demoness to my-She, as a tip, in this very bar. I walk up, standin ta my full height and looks her in her eyes. Eyes i'd seen a friend in fer a long time, since before she's gone ta tha Shadows, since before she'd given up her Form ta take tha skin of a Demon. I wait a moment, and then i talk to her. "yeah, Kishi, i do." Drak's Mini Bot whispered "Drak I don't like her" and Drak replied to it in the silence "Nor I mini bot"
She just stood there, smiling, watching me. "i want Choi's sanity back, her ears healed, and a goddess damned explanation, but i dont think i got any thing ta offer so, all i can say is that i'm bloody pissed it came tha that" there are so many memories all floodin back ta me, tha First and Second Pack-Shadow wars, all tha betrayals, torture, lies, poisonings, kidnappings, and just recently, tha Droolin Disease. Tha disease they spread, tha disease that they tried ta jab me with. I found a needle hole in my MOPS gear, and had remembered back ta Quiet tryin ta hug me, and tha smell of her drool on tha spot. Never try ta sneak somethin past a SNARL, we'r egood at that crap. All this came back ta me as i stood starin at her. Yet, she used ta be my kin, and its in her nature ta do this. It was a prt of it then, and now, bein a Demon, its just all too easy, i guess, ta ride tha wave, and even start yer own waves.
"ya are who, and what ya are, and who am i ta tell ya ta change, or stop, or be anything else than who and what ya are" i say ta her, all level, more sad than angry, revolted, rather than wrathful. Drak butts in "Fucking Shadow scum balls" so i try ta shut him up with a finger. She looks at me tilts her head watching me with this look of utter nievaty on her face. Drak's Mini Bot butts in too "I bet she wonders why she doesn't get tips, Drak" Funny little bugger, not tha time fer jokes though, i ain't in tha mood. Drak laughs under his mask but starts over towards me. "Grr you are a good guy but never hush me, I will call scum scum " i totally ain't in tha mood fer this, neither. I rotate the shushing finger to the bird, and back, keeping my eyes on her, expectin some surprise attack. I look her over again, most of her Green is gone, these days, tha green that she wore so proud, back in tha Pack.
"yer spalttered in tha blood of folks i care about, and green suited ya better than red, is all i can say, and i'm sorry it ended up this way, i dont know what i expected . . . but. . . just know that, it aint right, but ya are what ya are, thats all" I turn ta Drak, who's come up behind me, still lookin unhinged. "later man, i gotta be elsewhere than here" he nods, and i make my move out, as i turn, i hear tha Demoness crawl up onta tha bar, and i can see from tha reflection, she had her arms outstretched ta try ta hug me, not sayin a word. Maybe she wanted reassurance, maybe she wanted comfort for all we'd known tagether. Maybe she was gonna stab me in tha back of tha neck with a shark-stick and blow my fuckin head off, bar-rules be damned.
I left her hangin.
I feel like crap. Time ta go kill mutie fishes. Tha cordite always hides tha smell of my tears.
She said it were her, but when I pressed her she said she'd directed it, cause it was a part of her. I'm fine with that, tha place is alive, its got a mind and Spirit. Well, she didn't like that analogy, called me some more names "supersticious". So I hit her with another- that she was tha targeting and guidance system of tha weapon system that was tha Library.
That didn't go over too good neither, but I think I reached her a bit more. She said weapon systems aught not have thinking minds. I had ta disagree with that one. See, I been trained ta see myself as a thinkin weapon. Don't get me wrong, I ain't a GOOD weapon, actually i'm pretty crap, more like a Combat-Ready Reccy Package. I didn't bring that up again, last time ended up with Tenguska.
She don't like me near, but I don't realy get why. Strangest mermaid i'il ever know, I swear. Yeh, shes one of Calypso's thatís fer sure. Nic came on in, so I scooted. I get it, about Nareth bein part of tha Library, she's a Pesonification. An Elemental, some folks might call her an Avatar of tha Library. That I can understand. I seen her bond with tha place, seen her movin with tha energies flowin over her, smelt where it came from. I think I know what she means by Three too: Her, transient flesh. Tha Library, lasting monument. Knowledge, tha Aetherial aspect of tha other two. Or maybe i'm talking out of my tail hole.
Haven, thatís where I ended after makin my exit. Haven, where I needed ta check last fer news on Choi and Pix. I had seen Pix in tha street, ad she was all "i'm fine, Choi is a little messed up, i'm fine." thatís typical Post Traumatic Stress. I seen that before. Hell, I been there before. Takes a while fer a bold and brash hard-case like Pix ta come ta terms with getting worked over by professionals like tha Shadows. Takes a while till anybody moves on from somethin like that.
Haven: I get in and there she is. Tha paw of tha Shadows, tha Green Demoness. I been trackin her through Tox fer tha last few days, ever since tha attack on Pix and Choi. From tha sounds of it tha Shadows were reactin ta a violation of their territory, and doled out their brand of punishment. Tha bastards always take things too far is all, and I can't abide that. There's a big difference between harsh and cruel, and tha Shaows always chose on thm side of cruel.
Haven: there she was, tendin bar, where me and my-She usually tend. I dunno if she's caught wind of me trackin her, I almost got busted tha night before last scopin out Vulcan's home comin. I slip on in and keep my head and tail down. I see Drak in, and remember my-She tellin me by Comms that Drak got done over too, so I head fer him, ta see what I can learn.
Tha Green Demoness glances between Emmy and the other at tha bar "either of you two?". She's doin tha tendin deal, askin fer drink orders. I pad up to Drak and tap him on the side of the knee plates of his exo-suit ta get his attention. "Grr!" he comes out with, "Goggy!" pipes up his mini-bot. "how ya doin? heard ya might have had some troubles" I ask him, tryin fer a neutral intro, "a bit" he follows. "mmhmmm" says I. Tha Green Demonesc waves to me, all friendly like, and tha sound of her voice gives me visions. I see Choi crucified, scalped, de-eared. I see tha wild look in Pix's eyes. My fur all fluffs up and I flatten my ears instinctive like. I grit my teath and breathe ta relax. I keep talkin ta Drak. "so, how are ya feelin?" I look him in tha eye, lookin fer signs. Windows of tha souls, eyes are.
Drak tells me he needs a scotch, I tell him i can do that. He grumlbes at the current bar keep and mutters "She is among them" I can hear tha Green Demoness perk at hearing the "i need scotch" and is already setting to work pulling out a well aged single malt "ice?" she asks. "I wasn't talking to you, Fucking Shadow scum" mouths off Drak. I take my cue and wander casually to the bar and snatch a bottle, drop a fistful of notes on the bar, and pad back over to where Drak is sittin on tha long couch.
Malayka tha Ryder walks over with a concerned look on her face, "scotch fer two, right here matey" I say ta Drak but he grabs Mal's hand, a little too hard as she come on over "Sorry" he says at her look. Drak's Mini Bot pipes up " Drak doesn't like shadow.
Tha other folks at tha bar are chattin ta Green Demoness, more Shadows, or their pals, at least. Drak thanks me fer tha drink and tries ta pay me back, but I make a show of refusin, "pfft, keep it man" says I ta which Drak says "Dammit Grr take it" I don't want him ta pay tha Green Demoness, via me, and I want him ta know it. At tha bar she shrugs dumping the ice she had for his scotch set up reaching back for a glass whiping up a chilled rose and adding an umbrella before brining it to her pal. They keep chattin one of em laughs "But hopefully no more blood will be spilt....until our home is ready" So, i know they are of tha same kind, tha lot of em.
Mal listens to the background chatter and mumbles under breath,,,"what the fuck?". Tha Green Demon hops back behind the bar pouring a vodka into a chilled glass and pops over to Vic's table for delivery. I turn back ta Drak reaching over to clink glasses "So, Drak, mate, like, what gives?" Hey says "Fighting shadow, as always" I press him, throwing in a curve, his old mates, tha Cybers "is that on tha agenda fer you lot is it?" Drak looked up to the bar where tha Green Demoness kept glibly servin drinks, i look under under my arm at the bar as well, followin his gaze as easy as a paintin laser "or just personal?" i ask him. His reply is kinda what i expected "I am not lot Grr, I am as they say a GDI" He looks shifty fer a minute "The bar has ears". I kinda work it out and pipe up "Goddess Dammed Individual?" ta which he comes back "God Damn Independent I owe nothing to noone but all shadow will die ALL OF THEM " he looks ta tha bar again. She doesn't react, just smiles turning back to the bar to make up another before putting it back out beside her friend a new coctail umbrella, a blue one this time, peeking its little paper head. "but not tanight, i'm guessin?" i prompt which he follows up with "One day at a time Grr, When they will buck up and fight." I can se where this is goin, i think, so i try ta get it definite in my mind, and his "and, err, would this be bacause of say, some recent events with some friends of ours?" I look at him, tryin ta get him ta come out with what happened, but before i do, something happens to drive all my investigation out tha bloody window.
Tha Green Demoness sighs ignoring Drak "get you anything Grr hun?" she smiled at me. Drak Jefferson looks to the bar again "WHORE!"
I stop mid sentence, stand, turn and walk to the bar. Each pad-fall i see Choi flinchin away from me, I see tha blank look in her eyes when she looks at her friends. Each pad-fall i see Pix, crazed, each pad-fall, i tha bandages on Choi's head, and tha wad of Choi's hair offerd by tha Demoness to my-She, as a tip, in this very bar. I walk up, standin ta my full height and looks her in her eyes. Eyes i'd seen a friend in fer a long time, since before she's gone ta tha Shadows, since before she'd given up her Form ta take tha skin of a Demon. I wait a moment, and then i talk to her. "yeah, Kishi, i do." Drak's Mini Bot whispered "Drak I don't like her" and Drak replied to it in the silence "Nor I mini bot"
She just stood there, smiling, watching me. "i want Choi's sanity back, her ears healed, and a goddess damned explanation, but i dont think i got any thing ta offer so, all i can say is that i'm bloody pissed it came tha that" there are so many memories all floodin back ta me, tha First and Second Pack-Shadow wars, all tha betrayals, torture, lies, poisonings, kidnappings, and just recently, tha Droolin Disease. Tha disease they spread, tha disease that they tried ta jab me with. I found a needle hole in my MOPS gear, and had remembered back ta Quiet tryin ta hug me, and tha smell of her drool on tha spot. Never try ta sneak somethin past a SNARL, we'r egood at that crap. All this came back ta me as i stood starin at her. Yet, she used ta be my kin, and its in her nature ta do this. It was a prt of it then, and now, bein a Demon, its just all too easy, i guess, ta ride tha wave, and even start yer own waves.
"ya are who, and what ya are, and who am i ta tell ya ta change, or stop, or be anything else than who and what ya are" i say ta her, all level, more sad than angry, revolted, rather than wrathful. Drak butts in "Fucking Shadow scum balls" so i try ta shut him up with a finger. She looks at me tilts her head watching me with this look of utter nievaty on her face. Drak's Mini Bot butts in too "I bet she wonders why she doesn't get tips, Drak" Funny little bugger, not tha time fer jokes though, i ain't in tha mood. Drak laughs under his mask but starts over towards me. "Grr you are a good guy but never hush me, I will call scum scum " i totally ain't in tha mood fer this, neither. I rotate the shushing finger to the bird, and back, keeping my eyes on her, expectin some surprise attack. I look her over again, most of her Green is gone, these days, tha green that she wore so proud, back in tha Pack.
"yer spalttered in tha blood of folks i care about, and green suited ya better than red, is all i can say, and i'm sorry it ended up this way, i dont know what i expected . . . but. . . just know that, it aint right, but ya are what ya are, thats all" I turn ta Drak, who's come up behind me, still lookin unhinged. "later man, i gotta be elsewhere than here" he nods, and i make my move out, as i turn, i hear tha Demoness crawl up onta tha bar, and i can see from tha reflection, she had her arms outstretched ta try ta hug me, not sayin a word. Maybe she wanted reassurance, maybe she wanted comfort for all we'd known tagether. Maybe she was gonna stab me in tha back of tha neck with a shark-stick and blow my fuckin head off, bar-rules be damned.
I left her hangin.
I feel like crap. Time ta go kill mutie fishes. Tha cordite always hides tha smell of my tears.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Her
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Pen entry on damp loose paper, the ink has bleed somewhat during the writing process, but only smudged occasionally, numerous sections have been crossed out into oblivion.
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been wonderin if i should write somethin here about Her. Her tha person, not Her tha Goddess, although, i suppose tha two could be exchanged, from time ta time. Been wonderin, rather than just doin, because i wonder if i'd be puttin her at risk, by writin about Her here. SO i guess i'll call Her, well Her, and leave it at that.
where ta begin? i wonder. Well, i guess it all begins in tha Haven, when i was doin a lot of tendin there, well before i left Tha Pack, just ta pass tha time, and scope out tha scene, and She was there, on and off, time ta time, sometimes in front of tha bar, sometimes behind it. We had some chat, knew some of tha same peoples, and basically, that was it. I was runnin fairly average in those days, feelin a bit lonely fer company, as tha lass i had had my eye on, and paws from time to tiem, had up and scooted, kinda leavin me hangin. So i wasn't really lookin around fer prospective partners, just kinda mopin and keepin my fur on, day ta day.
Dunno if She had made eyes back then, or not, i was kinda inward and at tha same time, all outward, ya know? Anyways, things were flowin on pretty normal like, tha usual Tox bollocks, and i was keepin my eyes peeled and ears swivlin. Spring came around, and i was hit pretty hard by tha love bug, all mopin and huffin, which, i can tell ya, weren't faked, when tha Season calls, we follow . . . Thing was, i guess, bein a bartender, i get ta talkin and empathisin with folks, and She had had a pretty down experience herself in tha matters of tha heart, and pants.
So there i was, mopin, watchin all these couples gettin tagether, moonin all over each other, havin a grand old time, and just gettin deeper and deeper in a funk, and She was real nice, and hcatted with me, and told me it would all work out. Real Priestess-like, ya know? got ta tha heart of tha thing. Well, it was hard goin fer me, but, at least no one was gunner fer my head or anything, so, i shrugged, and got back ta the Scoutin buisness. Then Tha Pack all went over ta tha way of tha war-beast and i made myself even more alone. Nice one Grr, ya tool, just when ya need company the most, ya make yerself an outcast ta boot . . .
My friends at tha Haven were all real good ta me, lettin me know that i'd made a call fer good, not just because i was poutin, or anythin. She was one of tha stronger voices, healin my burnt heart like any good Den-Mother would, she has tha touch of tha Goddess to her, like i told ya awready. We had some good long talks then, even took her out mutie-fishin, when my temper got ta me. Got a couple of good ones that time too, had ta unload a few clips from tha M4, and a few from tha Sniper too, but it was a good fishin day. We got ta talkin again and sharin some outlooks. I caught some hints, but though it was all just good bar-side flirtin, and her friends and mine started givin us both tha hard word.
I guess i still didn't get it, must have wool in my ears, i tell ya. Anyways, after quite a few of these chats, well, and some pokin from tha other bar-flys, this one time, when we happened ta be closin up, all alone and She all of a sudden, well, she lent over and kissed me. I guess it kinda snuck up on me, who'd have thought. All of a sudden i saw Her as more than just a hot friend who seemed ta understand where i was comin from, what i was runnin from, and where i was headin. I saw her as someone who might want ta share more than just time at tha bar.
She's got tha cutest swishing butt too . . .
Pen entry on damp loose paper, the ink has bleed somewhat during the writing process, but only smudged occasionally, numerous sections have been crossed out into oblivion.
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been wonderin if i should write somethin here about Her. Her tha person, not Her tha Goddess, although, i suppose tha two could be exchanged, from time ta time. Been wonderin, rather than just doin, because i wonder if i'd be puttin her at risk, by writin about Her here. SO i guess i'll call Her, well Her, and leave it at that.
where ta begin? i wonder. Well, i guess it all begins in tha Haven, when i was doin a lot of tendin there, well before i left Tha Pack, just ta pass tha time, and scope out tha scene, and She was there, on and off, time ta time, sometimes in front of tha bar, sometimes behind it. We had some chat, knew some of tha same peoples, and basically, that was it. I was runnin fairly average in those days, feelin a bit lonely fer company, as tha lass i had had my eye on, and paws from time to tiem, had up and scooted, kinda leavin me hangin. So i wasn't really lookin around fer prospective partners, just kinda mopin and keepin my fur on, day ta day.
Dunno if She had made eyes back then, or not, i was kinda inward and at tha same time, all outward, ya know? Anyways, things were flowin on pretty normal like, tha usual Tox bollocks, and i was keepin my eyes peeled and ears swivlin. Spring came around, and i was hit pretty hard by tha love bug, all mopin and huffin, which, i can tell ya, weren't faked, when tha Season calls, we follow . . . Thing was, i guess, bein a bartender, i get ta talkin and empathisin with folks, and She had had a pretty down experience herself in tha matters of tha heart, and pants.
So there i was, mopin, watchin all these couples gettin tagether, moonin all over each other, havin a grand old time, and just gettin deeper and deeper in a funk, and She was real nice, and hcatted with me, and told me it would all work out. Real Priestess-like, ya know? got ta tha heart of tha thing. Well, it was hard goin fer me, but, at least no one was gunner fer my head or anything, so, i shrugged, and got back ta the Scoutin buisness. Then Tha Pack all went over ta tha way of tha war-beast and i made myself even more alone. Nice one Grr, ya tool, just when ya need company the most, ya make yerself an outcast ta boot . . .
My friends at tha Haven were all real good ta me, lettin me know that i'd made a call fer good, not just because i was poutin, or anythin. She was one of tha stronger voices, healin my burnt heart like any good Den-Mother would, she has tha touch of tha Goddess to her, like i told ya awready. We had some good long talks then, even took her out mutie-fishin, when my temper got ta me. Got a couple of good ones that time too, had ta unload a few clips from tha M4, and a few from tha Sniper too, but it was a good fishin day. We got ta talkin again and sharin some outlooks. I caught some hints, but though it was all just good bar-side flirtin, and her friends and mine started givin us both tha hard word.
I guess i still didn't get it, must have wool in my ears, i tell ya. Anyways, after quite a few of these chats, well, and some pokin from tha other bar-flys, this one time, when we happened ta be closin up, all alone and She all of a sudden, well, she lent over and kissed me. I guess it kinda snuck up on me, who'd have thought. All of a sudden i saw Her as more than just a hot friend who seemed ta understand where i was comin from, what i was runnin from, and where i was headin. I saw her as someone who might want ta share more than just time at tha bar.
She's got tha cutest swishing butt too . . .
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Grr's Magic Hair Attracting Potion
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a page in pencil, annotated on one side in marker "never fails"
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40% Capt Morgan Dark Jamacian Rum - 3 to 4 shots
Fresh, pulped, Lime juice - 2 limes
Ginger Syrup - 2 shots
dash of water
Muddle limes in a highball glass (or to be even more authentic, an old jam jar), pour in ginger syrup, the rum, and serve. When finished, eat the limes.
Ice is optional but recommended for tropical and desert conditions.
Children and those recovering from injury should add some water, to cut the syrup a little . . .
a page in pencil, annotated on one side in marker "never fails"
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40% Capt Morgan Dark Jamacian Rum - 3 to 4 shots
Fresh, pulped, Lime juice - 2 limes
Ginger Syrup - 2 shots
dash of water
Muddle limes in a highball glass (or to be even more authentic, an old jam jar), pour in ginger syrup, the rum, and serve. When finished, eat the limes.
Ice is optional but recommended for tropical and desert conditions.
Children and those recovering from injury should add some water, to cut the syrup a little . . .
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