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Garou: The MUSH is based on the game system created by White Wolf Game Studio.
In particular, _Werewolf: The Apocalypse_, _Vampire: The Masquerade_, and
_Mage: The Ascension_, are all Copyright 1993 by White Wolf.  We thank them
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Pack> Dillan says "I hear you're in trouble."
Long distance to Cari: Cutter snuggles. 90 minutes, huh?
Pack> Cutter says "I am? What now?"
Pack> Dillan is talking to Carma.
Pack> Cutter says "Oh. No, /she's/ the one in trouble."
Pack> Dillan says "And that's why you need back-up?"
Pack> Cutter says "Sounds good to me."
Pack> Dillan says "Oh. Um. Okay."

Julie Cutter!
Julie waves her manacles at Cutter. "Howdie."
Cutter calls the farmhouse with a message. If nobody's there, he's leaving a 
message and a messy bloody package.
You say "Ooo. Manacles. Kinky."
Carma greets Cutter.
Julie nods at Cutter!
Nargalsius says "Cutter!"
Cutter drags Julie back to his apartment, booting the cub out on the street. 
"Go play y'guitar."
Nargalsius says "Problems, Cutter>"
Julie is drug, and loves it.
Dillan says "You people."
Carma heys. That messy bloody package better not be what I think it is.
Dillan bets it is.
Cutter has no problems. Some of the rangers might have problems. Cutter 
/solves/ problems.
Julie |Cutter's on the rag? ;D
Cutter rattles Julie's chain. Behave.
Julie sniffles. "Okay."
John says "What messy package is this?"
You say "Okay. Since nobody is at the farm house right now, Cutter handles 
things his way."
Carma *gulp*
Cutter waves, dragging Dillan with him. "Pack. We gotta talk."
Cutter needs a car for this errand.
Julie sighs, and has to stay.
Carma pages: Hey boss, you want I should wait back at the apartment?
Julie was, like, falling in lu..er, love, with Cutter, chain, manacles and all.
Dillan says "Well, okay."

3923 Regan Avenue(#3923RFJ)

Long distance to Dillan, Cari, and Carma: Cutter is ready to start when you 
lot is. (:
Pack> Dillan says "Where at?"
Pack> Cutter says "My place. Cutter rings you and says 'Come over. I can't 
talk now.'"
Pack> Dillan says "D says okay, and I go, uh, where at?"

Cutter whips his phone and punches a key. "Yo. Pack. My place. I can't talk 
now," as he glowers at the furry lump behind the toilet.

Pack> Cutter says "Regan Avenue. West end."
Pack> Cutter says "Across the street from Sally. That might help."

Carma tries to wedge herself in farther in a better attempt to fortify her 
strategic location on the other side of the john. Her eyes remain glued to the 
bizarre punk and she continues to growl intermittently.

You paged Carma with 'Punk? Hrmph.'.
Long distance to Carma: Cutter is a thug.
Carma pages: Sorry. It's the hair.

Dillan pages to the room: Knock knock.

Cutter slips the phone back into his pocket so as to have both hands free to 
glower. "I hope this ain't y'birth form."

Cutter(#1443Pcq)
Six feet tall, wiry and lanky. His skin holds the pale pink hue of Irish 
descendants. Stuck in the brim of a brown felt fedora is a black feather. Under 
the hat, an orangey-red buzzcut peeps around the edges and emphasises the point 
of his fake elf ears. An oversized black leather dog collar with chromed spikes 
hangs about his neck. If you hear him speak you'd guess he was from New York 
City or Chicago.
Sharp blue eyes hide behind metal-rimmed Gargoyles, the needle-focus of his 
attention shielded by their dark screens.
Under the London Fog trenchcoat, he wears a black silk suit and black leather 
cowboy boots with silver heels and toecaps.

Carma watches and waits.

Cutter pushes to his feet. "Don't go anywhere," he advises the cub, then heads 
for the door. Throwing back the bolt and opening the door with what might be 
called brisk curtness, he says "Bathroom," and then turns to head down the hall.

Carma makes an attempt to lever the door of the bathroom closed with her head 
when she hears the sound of the front foor opening, abandoning her post behind 
the latrine.


A patchwork animal, this slate-gray wolf has an out-of-place white patch on the 
back of its neck and a network of black markings spreading over its back and 
down its left flank. The markings create patterns similar to the threads of a 
loom or the web of a spider in various places, and elsewhere jumble together to 
make patches of black. Its eyes are the color of wet gold.

Dillan sports a pair of new shades, "Yo, holmes, whaddup?" he asks, stepping 
into the apartment. /He cocks his head to one side. "Sounds, like, important 
bidness."

Cutter flips out his pistol, ejecting the magazine and inspecting it. "You 
remember Miss Spacey Weird Bitch, from the bridge?" he asks as he pops the 
magazine back into the gun and frowns at the closed door.

Carma turns around in circles a few times, clicking on the tile.

Dillan lifts the shades. "Oh, freaky-deaky? The one who ain't talk none? Yeah, 
I know what up." He eyes the peice curiously and reaches for the small of his 
back ."We gonna o crack some skulls?"

Cutter twists the door handle. "We might. Depends on how co-operative she plans 
on being." Pushing gently, he tests the give of the door.

Carma tries to head-butt the door to a fully closed position.

Dillan looks somewhat shocked by the rather sudden announcement that danger is 
closer at hand than expected. He quickly pulls the gun from under his jacket, 
and leans to get a better look at the situation. "You coulda mentioned we was, 
like, ten feet away."

Cutter nods as the door pushes easily closed and latched. "Yup. We might 
indeed." He glances at Dillan. "Either shift up and get some muscles or turn 
the doorknob for me. Okay?" He makes a kicking motion at the door.

Carma crouches at the ready behind the door, tail lashing.

Dillan dashes to the far side of the door, nearest the knob. Back to the wall, 
he rests one hand on the doorknob, and holds the glock with the other. "Ready?" 
he asks, and gives the knob a turn.

Cutter leans back and deals the door a savage, crushing kick, with a kiai shout 
just like Jackie Chan.

You paged Carma with 'He really hopes she's close by the door.'.
Carma pages: If there's enough room in the bathroom, she'll back up enough. Is 
there enough space to fit a wolf in the excess without squeezing behind the 
toilet again?
You paged Carma with 'It's a good sized room, with a full bath. She can scurry 
out of the way.'.
Carma pages: If it's that big, she will already have been crouching out of the 
way. She was expecting this sooner or later. What form were you meant to be in 
when you did that?
You paged Carma with 'Glabro. The form he was in earlier.'.
Carma pages: Tall enough for a good-sized wolf to run between the legs, or is 
that unreasonable?
Long distance to Carma: Cutter grins. Thus the comment to Dillan, 'Shift up and 
get some muscle.' (:
You paged Carma with 'Tall enough to try, if nothing else. But it probably 
won't be much of a surprise.'.
Carma pages: I'm counting on her higher dexterity. :) Dex 6 in this form.
Long distance to Carma: Cutter nods. It should at least get her past them.

Carma makes a silent leap forward, attempting to bound past her oppressor and 
into the hallway.

Dillan falls away from the door, into a crouch, 9mm at the ready.

Cutter spins about, slamming his shoulder into the bathroom doorframe solidly 
as he lifts the pistol and takes aim with both hands.

Carma,heedless of both weapons, ignores her attackers and tears down the 
hallway in the general direction of the front door, sniffing frantically for 
any trace of her stolen possessions.

You paged Carma with 'Stolen. Hah.'.
You paged Carma with 'Her 'stolen' shredded clothes are off to the left, in the 
kitchenette, and her stolen guitar is on the sofa, further on in the main 
room.'.
Carma pages: Any other apparent way to get to the main room except by reversing 
directions at coming back at Cutter and Junior there?
You paged Carma with 'Diagram. At the far end of the hall are the WC and the 
study. Farther on are two bedrooms. The hall then opens into the main room, the 
first third of which is the kitchen. The front door is down a small hall 
perpendicular to this hall at the far end of the main room.'.
Carma pages: So, by this definition, Cass is already heading for the main room.
You paged Carma with 'Yes. Probably at least a third of the way there. Maybe 
half.'.
Carma pages: Great. Then we'll let it rest at that. Thank you for giving me a 
clearer idea of the setting. I appreciate it. :) I apologize for the "stolen" 
thing, also. Bit of editorializing.
Long distance to Carma: Cutter grins. Editorialising at that level, is probably 
fine. It can get dangerous later, though.
Carma pages: How do you mean? And, just to check, we are waiting for Dillan, 
correct?
You paged Carma with 'We are. And things like... hypothetically: Carma glares 
up at the bloodthirsty tyrant from behind the toilet plunger, feeling lucky 
that he was too stupid to just lock the door and leave her in there to starve.'.
Carma pages: Because the editorializing allows too clear a window into the 
character's thoughts?
You paged Carma with 'Because it's an editorial rather than a co-operative 
storytelling, for starters.'.
Dillan pages to the room: Wakes after some business. Um. Sense wyrm. Anything?
Cutter pages the room: AFAIK not any wyrmier than usual.

Dillan holds off on any firepower related activities. Instead, he looks awful 
curiously at the scampering wolf and Cutter's poor John Woo action sequence.

Cutter finishes his aiming process and sends a single bullet speeding along its 
way toward the furry middle of his target.

Long distance to Carma: Cutter probably has six or seven dice on this.
Carma pages: Good enough. Good thing for her she has Stamina 6.
You paged Carma with 'It's silver.'.
Carma pages: Holy guacamole.
Long distance to Carma: Cutter nods. Cutter solves problems.

Carma takes the bullet in the side. It cuts a diagonal line through her left 
rear flank and continues through her small intestine and spleen. Her run splays 
out into a crashing tumble, but just as quickly she wrenches herself a few feet 
more forward and away before collapsing and twitching violently, dark blood 
spattering lightly on the floor. She does not make a sound throughout.

Carma pages: That Stamina might not help against the bullet damage, but it may 
realistically keep her conscious through the aftermath, yes?
You paged Carma with 'Oh yeah.'.
Carma pages: She's REALLY good with pain. And it's a good thing too, 
apparently. :)
Long distance to Carma: Cutter grins. The end result was never much in doubt. 
It was just the path there.

"Nice shootin'," Dillan mumbles, standing. "The fuck you shooting for? Cops're 
gonna show any second," he whips out, now talking quickly.

Cutter shakes his head. "The fuck they are. This is the Elder's old place. 
Soundproofed. S'why it's so small. Grab the blanket off the couch and wrap her 
ass up, while I get the cage." Matter-of-factly, as if he shoots cubs every day 
(Maybe he does...) he holsters his gun and ducks into his bedroom.

Carma pants desperately, still trying to drag herself farther away, but her 
feet, jerking and twitching, will not carry her any more than a few centimeters 
at a time. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth with the effort.

Dillan rolls his eyes. "Motherfuck," he mutters, moving to comply with Cutter's 
request. ~Keep movin' and I'll cap you myself,~ he warns, returning the gun to 
its holster.

Cutter rattles and bangs about in the semi-dark room.

Carma begins a low growl deep in her throat. She begins to slowly try to turn 
herself around, centimeter by centimeter, but quickly enough both her attempt 
and her growl are cut short by her throwing up a small mass of bloody vomit.

Dillan goes about his business, carefully ignoring the fact that there's a 
whack of blood all over the floor. He takes more care to keep his shoes clean 
than to ensure any comfort for Carma.

You say "Oh Christ. Did she just hork on my fuckin' carpet?" He emerges from 
his room, hauling a good-sized metal carrying cage. "Fuck. You can't explain 
blood on the carpet to the maids."

Carma has managed to turn herself most of the way around, towards the 
Untouchables. She bares her fangs, coated with blood and bile, and growls again 
in warning.

Pack> Dillan says "You're not packing silver rounds, are you?"
Pack> Cutter sure is.
Pack> Cutter says "The next bullet is phosphor."

Dillan shrugs to his packmate. "I'm not the one who opened up with the 
shootin'. Don't lookit me. Now help me roll the bitch up and we'll cart 'er 
off."

Pack> Dillan says "I see."
Carma pages: Cutter put more blood on the carpet from that bullet wound than 
Carma did with her vomit.
You paged Carma with 'Cutter doesn't have to acknowledge this.'.

Cutter sets the cage at the end of the hallway, for easy access, and throws 
open the door. "Okay, first, wrap the thing around her head. I don't need to 
get bit." He holds out a hand for an end of the blanket.

Carma pages: Good point. :) I have an erroneous way of assuming the courtesy 
and truth of everyone. I need to learn to assume nastiness.
You paged Carma with 'Well, It's like the difference between Babylon Five and 
Star Trek. Characters have their own agenda.'.

Carma prepares for this by hauling herself up on her shaky forelegs into a 
half-standing position and growling more impressively. Her legs do not last 
more than a few seconds, but her growl gets progressively stronger as she lies, 
more blood spreading across the carpet.

Dillan follows instructions to the letter, for once.

Cutter and Dillan move from opposite sides, going to ensnare the head and then 
quickly wrap the rest of the body.

Carma pages: I'm not exactly sure about how this is going to work. How are you 
going to wrap up her head? She's lying on the floor. I can't imagine a maneuver 
that would wrap up just the head of an animal lying on the ground.
You paged Carma with 'Scoop from below, sliding it along the floor. Kind of 
like a dustpan.'.
You paged Carma with 'Does that make sense?'.
Carma pages: You mean, put the entire blanket under her, and lift her like a 
whale?
You paged Carma with 'First he's worried about the head. Wrap up the teeth. If 
he can get the rest of the blanket under her later by pushing and rolling her, 
that's fine. If he has to just wrap the head and then heave her into the cage, 
that's plan b.'.
Carma pages: I still can't visualize exactly what it is you want to do, but in 
the interest of general expediency I'll just say that you succeed, eventually. 
But the attempt will fail at least a couple of times due to her thrashing 
about. Go ahead and pose the result. Don't bother to wait for a pose from me.
You paged Carma with 'His first concern is to wrap her head up in the blanket. 
Once the teeth are no longer a big concern, he can push her and roll her and 
work the blanket around underneath. Or, if he can't, he'll just grab her up and 
toss her into the cage.'.
Carma pages: Do either. Either is fine with me. I just can't imagine HOW you 
wrap up just the head. If you have it figured out, go right ahead. I would 
rather just proceed with the plot than be comfortable with the logistics.
Long distance to Carma: Cutter nods. Sorry he can't be more clear.

With a grunt, and several snarls, the two shove the edge of the blanket under 
the lupe's head, and then quickly throw the ends of the fabric around her.

Carma thrashes about helplessly, growling a gurgling snarl as more blood rises 
in her throat.

Carma pages: Whose turn is it? I'm afraid I've lost track.
Cutter pages the room: I'm waiting for Dillan, I think.
Carma pages: Hmmm. I wonder if he knows. :)
From afar, to the room, Dillan um. I'm just going along at this point. Work is 
slowing me.
Cutter pages the room: Okay. I'm planning to latch the door, then get out the 
knife and do Mother's Touch on Carma.

"Now what?" Dillan asks, cautiously peeking through the curtains to the world 
outside. "I ain't so sure this is gonna fit in my car."

You say "Will it fit in the boot? We don't gotta close it. And that thing 
should fit a couple of dead bodies at least."

Carma makes some kind of muffled gurgling sound.

Dillan rubs the side of his nose, thinking. "Yeah, guess so. Boot's the trunk, 
right?"

Cutter nods absently. "Yeah. Yeah." Quickly, almost absently, he cuts open his 
palm and quickly reaches through the cage bars to smear his blood on Carma's 
side, jerking it out quickly in case she tries to snap at him.

Carma pages to the room: Assume from now on that Carma does nothing and makes 
no sound unless otherwise mentioned or a direct action is taken with her that 
obviously begs a response.

Carma does nothing.

Carma pages: So, let me get this straight -- she's in a cage. Is she wrapped 
up? If so, what is wrapped?
You paged Carma with 'Her head is swathed in a blanket. And he just healed up a 
bit of her damage.'.
You paged Carma with 'Does that make any sense?'.
Carma pages: How much damage?
You paged Carma with 'Um. Say half of what she took.'.
Carma pages: OK. She's still bleeding, then, but it's not as dark.
Cutter pages the room and offers to handwave everything until we arrive at the 
farmhouse.

Cutter pages all: Meet y'all on the porch then?
Carma pages: Hai.

Porch

You paged Dillan, Velia, Kasie, Carma, Casper, and Grace with 'There is a 
mighty thumping at the front door.'.
From afar, Casper answers the door.
You paged Casper with 'At the door are Cutter and Dillan with a wolf cub 
wrapped in a bloody blanket.'.
From afar, Casper ushers you in.
Cutter pages the room: Casper has opened the door and let us in.
Tugging hard on the heavy door opens it with a creak. You step through into the living room of the house.

Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room

Contents:
Kasie
Velia
Casper
Grace

Velia looks to the door, as Casper gets it. She turns back to Grace. "A caern 
is the center of Gaia's power, a well spring of her within the world. It is a 
rare and precious thing, and so should be protected with your very life." She 
turns to the newcomers, and watches.

Casper opens the door wide to let the visitors in. He peers at the lot of them, 
nodding and saying a quiet "Good evening." to Dillan and Cutter. Carma gets 
closer attention.

From afar, to the room, Velia Ah! Invasion of the Urrah!

Cutter and Dillan arrive, dragging a large metal travelling cage. Inside is a 
wolf cub with funny markings wrapped in a bloody blanket.

Standing slightly crouched, her feet spread a little wider than usual for 
balance, Kasie has a drawer open and one hand in it, her other holding tight to 
something solid as an aid to keep her upright. Her eyes are not on her hunt, 
however, she's watching the door as it is opened.

Grace's interest in the lesson drops dramatically at the arrival of Something 
Interesting. She stays quiet for a bit, though, and watches how the more 
clueful folk handle it.

Velia looks to the city Garou. "What is this?" she says, looking at the crate 
with some concern, not for the first time wishing she had the healing gift.

Dillan extends a hand to Casper. "Yo, yo. What up, holmes? Boo inna house - 
s'all good, yeah. We gots a present or somethin." He strides past, following 
Cutter.

In the back of the house, Nico steps into the dining room through the sliding 
glass door.

Cutter sets down his end of the cage. "Hi. You guys missing one of these? Found 
her on Regan Avenue trying t'kill herself."

Casper shakes Dillan's hand and is left behind in confusion. He shakes his head 
to regain some clarity and crouches down to examine the wolf in the cage. 
Furrowing his brow he considers the cub and shakes his head, "She doesn't seem 
familiar to me... I, well at least I don't think..."

In the back of the house, Nico passes through the open doorway for the front 
part of the house.

From afar, to the room, Velia assumes this is Carma in lupus?
Cutter pages the room and assumes this too.

Kasie snorts as she watches, head cocking sharply to one side, the action one 
which would perk lupine ears if, well, she had them at the moment. The girl 
extends her head forward some, scenting the air as best she can through 
seemingly deadened homid senses. She chuffs softly to the wolf, and though 
coming from a human throat, sounds just too much like it came from a wolf's.

Nico meanders in through the kitchen, pausing at the doorway to the living room 
once she sees the crowd. She peers at the wolf in the cage, a scowl creeping 
over her features, but stays where she is.

Velia frowns as she looks at the bloodied wolf. "Yes, I think so. Come on out 
to the barn with her."

Carma's head is wrapped up in the blanket and invisible to the onlookers. A 
bullet wound oozes blood low un the left flank of the animal, and the body 
makes no movement.

Cutter's shoulders slump, but he does not argue. He takes up the cage again. 
"I gave her the touch, but I was kinda rushed. Didn't finish the job quite."

"It wasn't my idea to cap her," Dillan clarifies, following Cutter and Velia. 
"But y'know how things get."

Kasie's head swings back and forth at the scent of blood - strong enough that 
even a human nose cannot miss it. Her hunt for string seems forgotten as she 
watches the scene.

Velia looks to Dillan as she prepares to lead the way back to the barn. "You 
did this? Why is that?"

Dillan blinks. "Me?" He almost laughs. Almost ."Hell no. I was busy playin' it 
all chilly-chill. I don't even got no rounds that'l drop a homeboy, y'get me?"

Grace offers, "Should I get the first aid kit? It's in the kitchen, I've seen 
it."

Carma pages: This reminds me, just for future reference, objects dropped in 
Cutter's apartment were the guitar, the sheet music, the shredded clothes 
(containing nothing), and the amber arrowhead necklace, the latter of which is 
resting behind the toilet.

Nico's mouth gapes like a fish. "You /shot/ her?" the cub mutters incredulously.

Casper shakes his head to Grace. "No..." He mumbles distractedly, "Let's get 
her to the barn."

You paged Carma with 'They should make their way to the farmhouse soon.'.

Leaving the drawer open, Kasie turns from it. Though it looks like she'll be 
falling behind quickly, she seems set to follow the little parade.

Cutter says nothing, just starts toward the door with the cage.

Big Red Barn(#3420RA)

Contents:
Carma
Casper
Kasie
Velia
Stormcloud
Megan
Gabriel

From afar, to the room, Megan lets Gabe go, then waits to see the arrival poses 
before posing herself. Megan's standing in the middle of the barn, Scud's 
curled up in a dark corner.

Grace slips in quietly, hoping nobody notices she's followed along.

Casper holds the barn door open for the group following, a concerned look 
resting on his face.

Velia leads the group into the barn, Velia opening the doors as Cutter and 
Dillan drag into the cage with the bleeding cub. She gives a quiet nod to the 
formost Philodox in the area, and turns to look at the others.

Kasie brings up the tail end of the line of people, well behind the others. The 
girl wears no coat despite the freezing weather, and in fact what clothing she 
does have on looks in danger of being torn off by the slightest of breezes. 
Once inside, the Fianna shifts down without pause, shaking out her fur to 
resettle her pelt into place.

Nico moves away from the rest of the group as soon as she's inside the barn, 
and leans against a nearby pillar. Her gaze rests on the wounded wolf in the 
cage, and the expression on her face is not a nice one.

Carma pages: Good Gravyboats. We've managed to draw quite a crowd here, sir.

"Seeya," Megan says after Gabriel, standing in a place near the middle of the 
barn. Whatever further conversation she might have been about to pursue is 
suddenly lost by the influx of the deluge of people. Uneasiness flashes through 
her, replaced by shock, then a grin, as she spies a homid Kasie amidst the 
others, some familiar, some not. Mostly, she just stands there and tries to 
grok what she's seeing.

Stormcloud watches the grand entry with only mild curiosity, flicking an ear at 
the scent of blood not his own.

You paged Carma with 'We've passed the RP event horizon. (:'.

Only once she has retaken lupine form does Walks-Far-Alone chuff a greeting to 
Megan; the younger Fianna does not approach her for a more hands-on greeting, 
however.

From afar, to the room, Velia looks at the time. Sees a Fostern here. Leaves 
the shot cub to Megan :)

"Mom!" Dillan shouts out upon catching sight of Megan, his voice bright and 
cheerful amid the otherwise sour atmosphere being presented by all else. "Me 'n 
Cutter gotcha somethin' for Christmas, look!"

You say "Hope y'ain't already got one."

Megan pages to the room: Hey, I gave this job up, remember? :)
From afar, to the room, Velia runs out, and waves. Night.

Grace cannot supress a bit of a snicker at the city Garou, despite her best 
attempts to remain inconspicuous.

Kasie pages to the room: Nenner! See what happens when you Challenge up? :)

The look Megan levels Dillan could freeze helium, and it's probably a good 
thing that Kasie shifted given how the temperature of the barn just dropped a 
factor of ten. Rage suddenly surfaces, seething under her expression but, 
perhaps oddly, she says nothing. Nothing at all.

Casper ignores the comment, the look, the cold. He reaches a hand down and 
unlatches the cage (providing there's no lock). Kneeling he peers at the cub 
inside and urges her out.

Nico startles at Dillan's joke, the humor completely lost on her. Her 
attention, though, for the most part, is on the injured wolf. "You /shot/ her, 
and put her in a cage?" she asks quietly, her eyes never leaving the captive.

Pack mentality, ain't it grand? Dillan copies Cutter's reaction to Megan's 
heartwarming reception. "MC Scud, too? Man, it all be jiggy up in here now."

Dillan pages to the room: Ack, that was -Casper-?
Dillan pages to the room: Um, well ignore the pack bit, then. I'll be quiet now.

Cutter turns and eyes Nico. "Ayup. That's exactly what I did." Then he turns to 
Megan. "Permission to speak?" he asks quietly, demeanour changing markedly.

From afar, to the room, Casper puts out his burning ears.

Megan's expression hasn't changed much during all that, as if none of it has 
yet had affect--except Cutter's question. Anger still preeminent, still, she 
tilts her head a fraction to the side, looking at the metis theurge through 
slitted eyes which manage to convey interest and attention anyway. She gives a 
slight shrug of her shoulder, clearly a 'go ahead' gesture.

Nico scowls fiercely, and she shakes her head. However, the cub clenches her 
jaws tight, and keeps quiet.

Walks-Far-Alone's dark fur blends well with the shadows along the side of the 
barn. She watches the playing out of the scene, yes, but more of her attention 
remains on the wolf. Stepping forward, she heads for the cage.

Casper reaches his hand in to unravel the cloth around the wounded cub's head.

Cutter takes a deep breath. "Found this one busking in a pool of slush on a 
freezing winter night. Seemed to remember her belonging here. Tried to convince 
her that she didn't want to stay there, waiting for GenTech or the FBI to come 
by and take her home with them. We had.... a difference of opinions. I had the 
meaner opinion, so I won." He glances back over his shoulder. "Healed her some, 
but it didn't get finished. I was in kind of a hurry."

Dillan does Cutter a big favor, which will require repayment at some point, and 
stays shut up.

Megan lets Cutter finish, and then when it's clear after a few moments pause 
that he's done, she says, "And?" Noticing Casper's attention, she cracks out 
authoritatively, "Don't heal her, Stargazer."

Carma's muzzle is stained a dirty crimson with blood. Idle strands of red 
phlegm and yellow bile crust on the edges of her mouth. Her eyes are open, 
gold faded to the color of frozen urine. She stares blankly ahead, focusing on 
nothing. She blinks once.

Casper's grimy hand freezes above the cub's messy head. He sways on his heels 
in pause.

Walks-Far-Alone sits next to the cage, watching the cub within. One ear remains 
cant towards the Fosterns' conversation, however. Her tongue appears, running 
across her nose as if to help wash away the scent of blood.

Nico blinks at the story, though her hard expression does not fade. She looks 
at the wounded wolf again.

Cutter shakes his head. "Brought her back here, hoping to make contact with 
whoever's responsible for her." A beat. "Really didn't know what the fuck else 
t'do, and had t'do /something/."

Stormcloud remains silent with the shadows, watching curiously and letting the 
elders sort this out.

Megan looks to the doorway which Velia walked back out of, a scowl, a silent 
snarl twsiting the lower half of her face. "I don't know who her elder is. 
Otherwise, it's Velia, with Kris gone." Thoughts chase each other visibly 
across her expression in a heartbeat, and she adds, "Does anyone else know her?"

Carma's eyes remain glassy and detached as her body spasms lightly to emit a 
broken expression in the lupine language. KkkiIiiIllLlLl.

Walks-Far-Alone indicates she has not seen the cub before, nor scented her 
within the lands her pack watches over.

Pack> Dillan says "Notices the location of this cash machine. A bar in Montreal 
called 'Les Amazones'. What odds am I given on this being a very dykish 
establishment?"

Casper regretfully retracts his hand and rests it on a bony knee. "I, I might 
recognise her in homid, but I'm not sure..."

Cutter clears his throat. "Joseph and Sepdet brought her out of the City."

Casper slowly looks back to Megan and asks flatly, "What would you have done to 
her, Megan-rhya?"

Carma wracks out two more expressions, sending a fresh drop of blood down her 
flank from the bullet wound. F-f-forgive. Kkkiiiillllll.

Cutter blinks in mild surprise as he notices Carma's movements. "Oh. She does 
talk." He purses his lips. "And yeah, she seems hell bent on dying slow, one 
way or another. I didn't feel it was my place t'make the decision."

Megan slews her narrow-eyed, seething gaze onto Casper. A moment's 
consideration, then she says, "Since Velia left...Let her out of the cage. How 
much responsibility are you willing to take for her, Casper?" she asks, her own 
tone mildly challenging in its faint antagonism.

Walks-Far-Alone does not answer the cub in words, instead lets out a soft, 
reassuring whine to her as the others talk.

Casper blanches at Megan's ire and whips his head back to the cub, looking at 
her a moment. He glances up at Cutter and asks, "Is this the mute Uktena cub?"

Nico watches quietly, although her expression turns to a pained one at the 
injured cub's words.

Stormcloud licks his chops idly.

Carma reacts to Walks-Far-Alone's kind whine with a gesture of happiness and 
appreciation, moving her tail appropriately, but her glassy eyes do not change 
or focus.

Cutter nods his head minimally. "I think so, yeah. Got her clothes, guitar back 
at my place."

Casper nods to this, and regards Megan again, eyes down. "I will... take 
responsibility for her until someone of her tribe takes my place."

Walks-Far-Alone remains by the cage, reassuring the cub in the way of the wolf 
until/unless Casper sees fit to move her. If her services become no longer 
needed, the lupe will leave the barn, cocking her head slightly as she walks. 
~String,~ she undertones to herself, then shakes out her ruff, dismissing the 
thought.

Megan nods curtly. "Fine. Don't heal her, though. You can dig the bullet out if 
Cutter hasn't already, but no more. She's in lupus, so it's not as if she's 
going to die on us, and if she is, in fact, a runaway, then she deserves the 
lesson. Just make sure she doesn't escape again. Cutter," she says, switching 
her attention to the Shadow Lord theurge. "If she's a Uktena, it means 
Patrick's her elder. Last I heard, he was off in the hinterlands, but he may be 
back by now. He should be told. Otherwise, I think Reggie's next on the list."

Cutter dips his head. "I'll put myself to the task, then," he says quietly.

Casper nods meekly but adds, "Uh... the wound would have healed by now if it 
were a normal one..."

Stormcloud gives Casper a sharp look, still remaining quiet, however, in the 
presence of his elders.

Megan flashes a sharp look at Cutter at this observation, but then says, "And 
she's not dead, so she'll eventually recover. Save your gift from Gaia for 
someone who truly *needs* it, instead of wasting it on someone who *will* heal."

Dillan quickly grows tired of watching Cutter speak to Megan. He meanders to 
the side of the cage, watching over Casper's shoulder. "Great scoop, Cas. I 
figured that one too," he mumbles, quietly. "Cutter got a few special rounds, 
catch my drift?"

Cutter takes half a step back at the look, confused, but speaks not.

Carma pages: Megan is also obviously not familiar with the concept of internal 
injury. Oh, well, I'm not about to die just to prove her wrong. :)

Casper bows his head low and his mien grows humble quickly. He sits down 
cross-legged next to the cage and rests his hands on his lap.

From afar, to the room, Megan slaps herself. I forgot something in my next to 
last pose. Dammit.

Carma closes her red-rimmed yellow eyes. Die. All. Die. Away.

Megan pauses, then says with chagrin, "You can take her out of the cage, too, 
for Heaven's sake. Just make sure she doesn't run off." Sighing, she abruptly 
shifts down to lupus, standing in the middle of the barn, then stalks over to 
the corner in which Stormcloud is lurking, nosing him roughly but not 
unfriendly-like before turning back to look at the tableau.

Carma pages to the room: OOC, I'm sorry for keeping you all up like this.

Casper reaches in the cage and gently tugs on a handful of Carma's fur. He 
urges quietly, "Out... come now..."

Ravenfeeder pages to the room: 'S okay, Carma, I'd be up anyway. Although, as 
a note to everyone, I have to disconn in 20 minutes. *sigh* I miss my dedicated 
connection at home. :)

Nico sinks onto the ground to sit, her back sliding down the post she was 
leaning against. The Fury's eyes stay on the scene around the Uktena cub, her 
frowning mouth twitching slightly.

Carma does not budge or open her eyes.

Grace is very quiet, taking in this very educational lesson in Garou Society 
in Action.

Cutter looks around uncomfortably. "Anything else you'd like? Aside from me out 
from underfoot?" he says, trying to sound light hearted about it.

Ravenfeeder flicks an ear at Cutter noncommitally--the Fianna seems to have no 
opinion on the subject--then suddenly focuses on Grace, realizing this is a 
homid she doesn't know. She whuffs a trifle sharply for attention, looking at 
the cub keenly. I do not know you.

Louisa slips into the barn and takes in the scene, her attention finally moving 
from the caged Carma to Casper. She rolls up to the balls of her feet and then 
back to her heels, a determined stoicism settling across her expression, 
countered by the tension across her shoulders.

Stormcloud waits until Ravenfeeder's attention is elsewhere before giving her a 
bump in return.

Grace suddenly gets more nervous, noticing the wolf's gaze at her. She does 
not, however, respond.

Ravenfeeder quickly barks a greeting at Louisa when she spies her, wagging her 
tail a little in greeting, a break in her tension. She is further distracted by 
Stormcloud's bump, nipping at the big Talon's ear, before looking back at Grace 
expectantly.

Casper sighs heavily and with more force, tugs on Carma's ruff, trying to coax 
her out.

Grace glances to her left, and to her right, but there's nobody else that 
Ravenfeeder could possibly be focusing on. She sighs. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I 
don't speak wolf just yet. Someone will have to translate."

Cutter frowns at Grace. "Step up and introduce y'self."

Louisa flicks a strained smile to Ravenfeeder, then overcomes her inertia and 
heads to Casper, Carma and the cage. She stops beside him and to one side, 
murmuring, "Anything I can do to help?"

Carma is hauled forward a few inches in the cage, but still does not move.

Ravenfeeder pages: Thanks, hun. :)
Long distance to Ravenfeeder: Cutter grins. He's just happy to have the 
attention focused somewhere else.

Grace appreciates the advice immensely. "Oh! Thanks." She takes a step forward. 
"Grace Jackson, Strider cub." She stands at attention, expecting inspection.

Casper falls back on his arse, letting go of Carma. He flicks a pained grin up 
to Louisa and says, "You could help me extract this cub from her receptacle."

Louisa pages to the room: How big is this cage?
Cutter pages the room: About 3' tall 4' long and 2' wide.

Dillan slouches purposefully more, just to oppose Grace's stiff posture. 
"C'mon, Cutter. Let's pass on the word and high-tail it. S'all, y'know, airy 
out here."

Ravenfeeder snorts with dark amusement, looking to the progress of Carma's 
extraction, but then re-focuses back on Grace. Dark green eyes take in the cub 
in a glance, then she whuffs. I am Ravenfeeder, halfmoon of the Fianna, member 
of Blackwatch pack. You have been told to introduce yourself?

Nico scoots forward a few inches, and calls out toward Casper awkwardly. "Um, 
I could help too. If you wanted."

Louisa mutters something under her breath about cubs and cages while eyeing the 
cub, then nods and shifts to lupus. She insinuates herself into the cage with 
the patchy black wolf and nips at her hind quarters encouragingly. Come out. 
With us. To a nice, warm den.

Cutter glances at Dillan. "Gimme a sec, see if I can get this thing back. God 
knows, I may need it again some day."

Grace watches, trying to pick up what the wolf must mean. She waits patiently 
for instructions in English, though, as everyone else seems busy.

Casper nods to Nico, watching Louisa, "Let's see how this goes first..."

Carma's eyes flutter open at Louisa's prodding. No.

Nico nods back at Casper, and gets to her feet. She walks slowly, tentatively, 
towards the cub's cage, and crouches down to peer at her through the bars. 
"Huh."

From afar, to Cutter and Stormcloud, Ravenfeeder becomes tempted to shift to 
crinos and dumping Carma out of the cage like one empties a glass into the sink.

Casper rubs his nose and shrugs, "We'll have to dump her out."

Ravenfeeder pages to Cutter and Stormcloud: Weird. :)

From afar, Ravenfeeder needs you to translate for me for Grace so I can log off 
and appease my brother. :)

Walks-the-Past growls low in her throat though the sound is too scoping to be 
directed simply at the cub. She repeats Casper's comment to her, offering a 
choice (if one could call it that). It does not look as if you have had a good 
time of it. Let it be easier. Come out and away from so many eyes on your own. 
Or with help.

You paged Ravenfeeder and Stormcloud with 'If Cutter hadn't been the one to 
shoot her, he would have by now.'.
Stormcloud pages to Cutter and Ravenfeeder: Problem cubs. Gotta love 'em.

Cutter nudges Grace. "She didn't like the way y'did it. Try again."

Carma coughs a little blood and emits a lupine expression of mirth. Mustering 
up her willpower, she struggles to raise herself up. So that The Meddler can 
put more silver in me? No. I will rot here. If you cannot free me, take The 
Meddler's weapon and kill me now. It will save you silver in time, in time. One 
piece for every time I go? Not enough in the world, oh my dear.

From afar, to Cutter and Grace, Ravenfeeder can't delay this out-I'm 7 minutes 
overdue. That's not what Megan said (although if Cutter translated it that way, 
that's something different entirely). It was meant to be the 'reminder' of how 
cubs are supposed to introduce themselves to strangers.

Grace frowns. "Um, okay." She pulls herself up, and says in her best Army 
Private voice, "Grace Jackson, Silent Strider Cub, Ma'am! Reporting for 
inspection, ma'am!"

Ravenfeeder looks over at Carma, and growls heavy disapproval. Take care of 
her, Eyes-like-a-Child. The Fianna's 'tone' is heavy with irony. With a final 
nose to Stormcloud, and a whuff of thanks to Cutter, she heads out of the barn.

Nico blinks at the caged cub's expression. "Um." The young ahroun stands, and 
moves to the other side of the cage.

Grace looks relieved. "I guess that worked."

Casper takes a deep breath and stands up, shifting to Glabro and nodding 
solemnly to Nico, indicating that she should pick up the cage as he starts to. 
"Louisa... out please."

Walks-the-Past's ears prick at the mention of silver. Casper's request sets her 
to backing out of the cage. She backs a few feet from it so as not to be in the 
way of any tipping and settles back on her haunches. Waiting.

Stormcloud watches Ravenfeeder leave before returning his attention to the cage 
and those around it.

Nico takes Glabro form also, following Casper's lead. She gets a good grip on 
the cage on her side, waiting for the Stargazer's signal to lift.

Grace keeps a nervous eye on Stormcloud, while trying to seem like she's not 
watching him. It's probably pretty obvious to everyone, despite her attempts.

Casper, with Nico, lifts the cage with a quick heave and turns it on end, 
giving it a shake.

Carma tumbles out of the cage, and lies there on her side, twitching slightly. 
Where is the free place, and the deep water? I am in the hands of our enemies. 
Swim down. Swim down low.

Dillan backs off, and returns to where Cutter's waiting. "That is one fucked-up 
lupe. It is a lupe, right?" He turns to face the cage again, watching with 
muted interest.

Cutter shrugs. "She was wearin' clothes when we found her on the bridge." He 
steps forward, quickly and precisely folding up the cage, and then steps back 
with it.

Stormcloud snorts, but says nothing still.

Grace offers, in an attempt to be helpful, "Should I fetch some clothes, or is 
she not gonna, um, transform just yet?"

Nico furrows her brow, and mutters something about another crazy cub. Once she 
and Casper set the cage down, she moves to the injured Uktena's side and 
studies her wounds cooly.

Casper sets the cage down and promptly shifts down to homid. He sits down by 
the quivering cub. Shrugging to the urrah, he says in a hollow voice, "I 
believe she is born of woman and not wolf... but her mind is another story..."

Walks-the-Past moves forward while Carma twitches and sniffs at her. She is a 
quick judge. But the guess is that One has given her cause. The Gaian is 
careful not to look at anyone in particular.

Carma stays on her side. The tumble has caused the bullet wound to reopen 
slightly, a few small pieces of straw matting to the red fur. She cranes her 
neck, catching sight and scent of Stormcloud. Say something. Or are you too 
wise?

Cutter mutters quietly to Dillan.
You whisper "Maybe she's part Stargazer." to Dillan.

Dillan sorta shrugs and returns a whisper to his packmate.
Dillan whispers "I was thinkin' she's part crackbaby."

Cutter purses his lips firmly and shakes his head. Then he clears his throat. 
"I'll bring her stuff by in the mornin'."

Walks-the-Past chuffs to Casper. There is ~silver~ still?

Carma pages: Can you really whisper so softly that wolves can't hear you?

Nico sniffs, and moves a few steps away. The cub doesn't shift down, probably 
because she forgot, or doesn't think it necessary. "Mabye we should try and 
take that bullet out?"

Long distance to Carma: Cutter has no idea. Maybe not, if they were paying 
attention to him.

Casper nods to Cutter, clearly uneasy around the man. "Yes, yes... thank you 
Cutter-rhya... I appreciate it."

Stormcloud peers over at Carma from where he sits. The wise speak and act when 
appropriate. A lesson you still need to learn.

Carma rests her head back onto the straw. Fool. You know nothing of me.

Walks-the-Past rolls forward, shifting back to homid and ending on her knees 
beside Carma's middle. "It's got to come out." With a light finger she probes 
the entry wound.

Dillan starts to add something to his whispered message to Cutter, but breaks 
it off. "Look at it this way: I'd be pretty pissed too if someone just capped 
me in the ass. The ass is probably a painful place to take a slug."

Casper stares down at the bullet hole, his hand rolling up his pantleg and 
pulling out a long, thin knife from a sheath strapped to his leg. The blade 
hovers over the wound and he stares down at it, lost in heavy thought for a 
moment.

Cutter shakes his head. "If you were tryin' t'make me feel better, it didn't 
work." He picks up the cage and heads for the barn door.

Nico's eyes widen at the injured cub's blatant disrespect. "Crazy," is her 
one-worded judgement. She watches Casper and Louisa tend to the cub's wound, 
not offering her help this time.

Louisa draws back as Casper unsheaths the knife. She edges her way around, 
settling behind Carma's neck, ready to restrain if necessary. She watches the 
Stargazer.

Dillan treks off after Cutter, issuing peace signss to Casper and Stormcloud on 
his way out. "Peace out, kids."

Stormcloud shifts into Crinos form.

You paged Dillan with 'Whoa. Time to go.'.

A distracted "Good night." is given to the Lords as they leave. He says without 
looking up. "Yes, she will need to be held down... and firmly, since she may 
shift to Crinos."

Dillan pages: Yipe.

Grace slips out for a few minutes as the procedure is about to begin. She 
returns, however, carrying a bucket half-full of water, and sets it nearby. She 
then steps back, in a direction opposite that of Stormcloud.

Carma's eyes flash panic as Wolf-Bear's true form unfolds before her, which 
soon changes to frightened laughter of a kind.

Louisa swallows, nods, and shifts yet again. This time to Crinos. To be safe, 
paradoxically. Strong hands settle -- lightly for now -- upon Carma's neck and 
front shoulder joint, respectively.

Long distance to Dillan: Cutter thinks not to talk trash to Stormcloud.
Dillan pages: Me and MC Stormy C are down. Don't sweat it.
You paged Dillan with 'We weren't the ones talking trash to him, tho.'.

Wolf-Bear lumbers forward to the bleeding cub, caring not for the others around 
her. He does not respond in words, instead placing a heavy taloned forepaw on
her muzzle, pinning her head down with more weight than probably necessary.

Dillan pages: Just stand behind me. I'll protect your weenie ass.
Long distance to Dillan: Cutter is reminded to shoot you too.

Walks-the-Past casts a sidelong glance up at the beyond-huge Talon beside her 
before looking back to Casper.

Carma's insane body language communicates more and more glee, tail flipping 
back and forth and eyes glimmering as she is held down by the monsters.

Casper spins the knife around in his hand once and then crouches, weaving the 
blade amongst hairy limbs to the wound. A steady hand guides the knife into the 
wound as he probes around to find the bullet.

Dillan pages: Bring it, tough guy, and then I'll tell on you to MOtter for 
wasting such a valuable resource.
You paged Dillan with 'True. I shouldn't use the phosphor round on you. A 
regular slug will do.'.
Dillan pages: Exactly my thoughts.

Nico takes a few steps forward, looking at the crinos Stormcloud with wide, 
wary eyes. "She would probably give proper respect when she... wasn't so... 
crazy," she offers in the cub's defense.

Cutter grunts, then leaves.

Dillan too.

You paged Wolf-Bear with 'Pop it like a zit?'.
Wolf-Bear pages: I might.

Carma's body spasms as the knife enters her body, but only lightly, and her 
happy body language does not change in the least. If anything, she seems even 
more joyful, although her legs are flailing in obvious pain and her head 
thrashes about.

Wolf-Bear pages to the room: Doubt the thrashing head part.
You paged Wolf-Bear with 'One sick puppy. I'm going back to the scab where 
it's sane.'.

Pack> Dillan says "Another job well done by the mighty !T."
Pack> Cutter says "We solve problems."
Wolf-Bear pages: Splitter!
Pack> Dillan says "Normally, I woulda spouted off lots, but I figured I'd be 
nice to you and not piss Megan off despite any wishes to the contrary."
You paged Wolf-Bear with 'Fuckin' A. This is a Ranger job. Us Urrah types got a 
city to patrol. Cavall says we don't patrol the park enough as it is.'.
Pack> Cutter says "She would've had you for lunch."
Pack> Dillan says "But I would have been sticking to my morals."
Pack> Dillan says "And that's what's important."
Pack> Cutter says "Do morals go best with red or white wine?"
Pack> Dillan says "Not to mention my standing orders from Randall to 'piss 
Megan off'."
Wolf-Bear pages: And this is an ucky urrah. Don't worry, I'll get you back. ;)
You paged Wolf-Bear with 'Hey. She's a PureSomething. They can't be Urrah. 
Only Wyrmcomers like you can.'.

For even the very unperceptive, the scruffy-looking girl emerging from the 
farmhouse smells of pine and sequoia. Her eyes narrow slightly in a searching 
glance of the two unfamiliar Garou for a moment.

Cutter drags his cage across the lawn toward the front of the house, ignoring 
nearly everything else.

Raeye eyes Cutter fiercely before she proceeds to walk toward the barn without 
a glance back. Strange night.

"I'm feelin generous," Dillan starts. "I won't ask for you to cover the 
cleaning bills on the car." He grins sidelong at his packmate, teasing. 
"'sides, I ain't been busted yet for all the times I come in with strange shit 
crusted to my seats yet, ain't no more risks, so there's no sweatin' it."

Wolf-Bear pages: I'm not a Wyrmcomer. Joe said so. :)

Cutter sighs, not looking very humoured. "Thanks." He drags the cage to the 
back of the car. "Thanks for helping."

Dillan beams. "Hey, what're pack for, right?"

Cutter puts on a smile for Dillan. "Dog eat dog world out there."

Pack> Dillan says "Vroom."
Pack> Cutter gets the kicker closing line again. (:
Pack> Dillan says "You're too suave for me, Rico!"
Pack> Cutter says "Race you to the Lounge?"
Pack> Dillan says "Ready, set, go!"

Innsmouth and OOC Lounge
Contents:
Dillan
Nargalsius
InleRah
Aspen
Drew

Cutter arrives, winded.
Dillan huffs and puffs, but beats Cutter here.
Drew grabs Dill & Cutter. Tell me you logged that scene!
You say "Um. I know I didn't log the first half."
Cutter could retro log from where she foxed and hid behind his toilet.
You say "Why?"
Drew is curious about Carma.
---- Recall end ----

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