Moon Otter looks to Quick to see if he understood what Dillan said.

Shane has arrived.

Shane has left.

Shane has arrived.

Quick circles about to view the Theurge arrival, and to be puzzled in his
trying to determine what language the Theurge speaks in.

Shane saunters in, hands in his slacks and looking unperturbed.

Dillan rolls his eyes. "Nevermind," he mumbles, burying his hands in his
trenchcoat pockets and finding a smooth patch of wall to lean against.

Moon Otter watches Quick's reaction to Dillan, then addresses the gangsta Lord.
~This one thinks it is best if you used a language common to all here.~

Quick snorts at the Theurge. It is good to speak clearly. Quick's attention is
then taken by the fourth arrival, and goes over to curiously check him out.
This one is ~Quick, Ragabash of the Lords, from the Sept of the Shattered Oak.~

Shane looks around at all gathered, Alexander's absence seems to leave an
gaping hole in the cave. "Hello everyone," he says, voice low - almost quiet.
At the wolf's approach and speech, Shane responds to him in the same language,
struggling with it due to his homid form. ~And they call me Finds-Secrets, a
galliard.~

Dillan follows Shane's lead, struggling along with the mother tongue in homid.
"Dillan," he says, lifting a hand in greeting to the newest present. ~Theurge
of the House, Sleek Black.~

Quick circles around Shane's legs, his attention on the scent of the Galliard,
and incidentally leaving wet fur on the Galliard's trousers, before unwinding
and pacing in the spacious cave.

Moon Otter starts the meeting, pushing to all fours. ~There will not be any
great changes in the way things are. The thing that most disturbs this one is
the lack of communication among our tribe. We are in need of a way to spread
information within a day or two to all members and assure that everyone gets
word. What ideas do we have for accomplishing this in a regular and formal
fashion?~

Dillan pushes off his chosen spot against the cavern wall, digging through the
inner pockets. "Where the..." he tries the other side, and finally pulls a
cellphone from the folds of his coat. "My whole pack got these."

Quick stops to look in surprise at the Theurge. He can speak clearly after all?

Quick's next reaction is to pace up to the Theurge to find what the small boxes
smell like. Not edible. What are they?

Shane seems not to notice the wetness on his slacks. After walking through
brush and vegetation just to get here, his pants already need a good washing.
~Sleek Black speaks well. Those weaver-toys are easily attained, used. But
those wolf-born will need teaching~

Moon Otter wrinkles his muzzle in distaste at the cellphone. ~Those may be
finefor those who live in the scabs, but what of those who live in the woods or
caern? And this one has heard the Alpha say that such devices of the Weaver can
be listened in on. It would be very unwise to let the Weaver know what the
Garou do.~

Dillan flips the box in question halfway open, and kneels down in front of
Quick. He hits a button and holds it to his head. "Yo, JJ? Yeah. No, nothin'.
Jus' tryin' somethin' out. Hold on." He lifts a brow at Moon Otter. ~I don't
hear any other ideas.~

~That is why we are working on this problem," Otter comments to Dillan. ~It
must be corrected. Your way of talking is fine for those in the city, but not
for those in the forest.~

Shane shifts uneasily. ~Have galliards speak to all - like in the ancient
times.~

Dillan turns to the cellphone again. "Later, JJ. Catch you later." The voice on
the other end scowls loud enough to be heard by Quick.

Quick adds the heavy noises of his sniffing to the transmission across the
cellular phone. After catching Shane's words, he chuffs. The old way will not
break as much as--that. It is a Galliard's job, and the Theurge should also
visit Gaia out here often.

Moon Otter seems to like Shane's idea much more than Dillan's. ~This would mean
a Garou would need to come out to a designated spot once a day to relay
messages both too and from. You will do this?~

Shane loosens his tie a bit for comfortability. He only got off work a couple
of hours ago. ~I live among the apes, and can go only so far in so much time.
The bridge over the river - I can go to each sunset - is that ...~ he struggles
for the word, which is difficult to say for a homid in the Garou tongue.
~acceptable?~

Moon Otter wrinkles his muzzle slightly, obviously loathe to travel even that
far towards the scab. ~Can you make it to the woods every other day instead?~

Shane looks upwards a bit, in thought. He's going through his schedule - which
he sadly hasn't written down in any daytimer. ~I can. But I must return to the
scab by mid-night those nights.~

Moon Otter's body language indicates that will be acceptable. ~And now that we
can communicate among the tribe, we should do so more frequently.~

Shane looks at Moon Otter. ~I have not been here long, nor does any know me
*that* well. I ask all, to please trust in me for this important task.~

Moon Otter moves to a different topic. ~What do you think we should do about
the Get?~

Dillan steps back, taking a decidedly no-comment sort of look.

Shane holds back a human laugh. Though he didn't know Alexander that well, he
was the Shadow Lord he knew best. ~Sadly, we've no Philodox, or I'd demand he
stand trial with our judge.~

Quick casually paces in the cave, shaking his ruff, and casts as little
interest in speaking as the Theurge.

Moon Otter looks from Dillan, to Shane, to Quick, and then pointedly back to
Dillan. Apparently, no-comments are not being accepted today. ~And what do you
think should be done?~ he asks of the theurge pointedly.

Dillan gestures vaguely, stalling and speaking slowly. "Geeze, well, I ain't
sure I know. It ain't my place to be sayin' nothin', anyhow. I dunno nothin'."

Moon Otter doesn't seem to find this acceptable. ~This one would imagine the
Get's packmate would, at the very least, have some opinion on the matter.~

Shane hmphs softly, crossing his arms and watching as Moon Otter decides to
interrogate Dillan.

Gimpy has arrived.

Gimpy slinks in as silently as a wolf that lists severely to starboard can do.

Dillan points at himself with both hands? ~Who, me?~ he says, remembering to
use something a litle more comprehensable. ~I got no idea.~

Moon Otter tips an ear back. ~So, if this one were to decide simply to kill the
Get for killing the elder and eating him, you would say nothing?~

Gimpy sniffs at the entrance to the cave, and steps a little farther in, ears
pricked forward.

Shane looks curiously at Dillan. ~This one understands you saw it happen. Did
you not like Thunder's Claws, or wish to avenge his death?~ He looks at Moon
Otter, ~Apologies for speaking out of my turn.~

~Uh.~ Dillan blinks. ~If the Half-Moons say he is innocent, there ain't
nothingto be done...~ He squints at Shane. "Hell no, gee. Kyle done called me
after all the shit flew. I just sorta saw what was, uh, left."

Quick watches attentively the tension raising in the room, before he breaks off
his stare to take in the fifth arrival, and turns his pace in the cave to more
of a stalk. To the odd-legged wolf, he offers his name. ~I am Quick, ragabash
from the Sept of the Shattered Oak.~

Gimpy yips softly. ~Lightning-Crashes. Piotr Semyonovich Esaliev, a Theurge
from Mount Ararat Sept in Armenia.~ He turns to indicate his leg with his
muzzle. ~Mule. They call me 'Gimpy'.~

~See?~ Moon Otter points out to Dillan. ~You do have an opinion. You think we
should follow the decision of the half moon Fianna.~

Shane snorts slightly, ~We need not accept the ruling of any other tribe,~ he
says, meaningfully. He turns his head to glance at the new arrival.

Moon Otter huffs a greeting to the newcomer, then addresses the tribe as a
whole. ~We will accept the ruling of the Fianna philodox. This one asked her to
judge the Get and she did so. The matter is done and over with, and the Get
will simply live with the dishonor he has brought down upon himself. The Shadow
Lords will not take any actions against the Get. Is this understood?~

Quick's attitude is cool, as he steps back from the entrance of the cave, as
though to avoid contamination. Then, mule, enter.

Dillan nods quickly in response to Moon Otter, staying quiet.

Gimpy hobbles a little ways forward, but not very far; he needs room to shift.

Gimpy contorts and blurs as he is transformed.

Gimpy shifts into Homid form.

Shane looks definetly unhappy, but nods.

Piotr wipes his hand on the front of his shirt and murmurs a polite apology
before stepping back, out of the way.

Moon Otter waits a moment for his words to sink in, then turns a highly
perturbed gaze upon Dillan. ~What is truly horrible about the situation is the
way that a /certain/ Shadow Lord, when he knew of the elder's death and another
Lord was asking about it, tried to avoid saying what the Get had done. The
Get--who was right there--at least had more of a spine to admit what he had
done than the Shadow Lord did.~

"I was bein' diplomatic," retorts Dillan, his voice raised. ~I was gonna get to
it,~ he explains, voice no more quiet. ~Thunder-Eater just beat me to it.~

Quick twitches, flattening his ears at the nomiker of the Get.

Piotr listens silently, leaning a little against the side of the cave.

Moon Otter snorts. ~This one had to ask you repeatedly for specifics. If you
were going to get to it, how long did you truly intend to take? Do it again,~
Moon Otter says, ~and you will bleed. Do you understand?~

Dillan rolls his eyes and nods. "Yeah, yeah." He folds his arms over his chest
and sinks back against the wall once more.

~We will communicate important information to one another,~ Moon Otter repeats
to the gathering. ~We have a system for doing so in place. There is no excuse
to not do so now. Any questions?~

Quick regards Shane, before offering a question to the other Ragabash. We are
all to meet with this one every other day?

Shane clears his throat. ~Tell me where and I will be there, starting two days
from this day.~

Piotr listens silently.

Shane thinks of something, and regards Moon Otter. ~And also, are we to still
shun the~... ~Hakken?~

Piotr blinks, looking to Shane and silently mouthing the word as if he'd never
heard it before.

Moon Otter considers this a moment. ~This one will show you the spot to meet
every other night after we are finished here. Those in the scab who use the
weaver-things to talk from a distance can get in touch with one another more
frequently.~ A pause. ~This one has not seen it. It is not of this tribe. It is
Ronin. Shadow Lords follow the Litany.~

Piotr still looks awfully blank, but turns his attention to Moon Otter.

Shane nods in understanding, falling silent once more.

Dillan pokes into the conversation again. ~Speaking of the Hakken.
Thunder's-Claws had made a promise. He would break the Ronin's sword over his
dead body if he set foot on the bawn again...~

Piotr holds up his right hand, one finger crooked curiously, and looks back and
forth from Dillan to Moon Otter.

~A Garou who does not follow the Litany is not a Garou. It might as well be a
Dancer,~ Otter says. ~This one will inform the Alpha nad the guardians of its
beliefs so they can deal with it should it attempt to enter the bawn. Yes?~ he
directs at Piotr.

Piotr says "Forgive, please- what means 'Hakken'?"

Moon Otter flicks an ear, indicating he is unsure. ~Garou who do not follow the
Litany.~

Piotr purses his lips thoughtfully, and nods.

Moon Otter moves on to other matters. ~Those who were able to attend the
Gathering last night, did you notice something that was repeated by almost all
the Garou who spoke?~

Shane appears mildly interested. He was not at that gathering.

Quick expresses an idea. There were many unusual things there.

Moon Otter huffs, ~Most of the Garou who spoke said that Thunder's-Claws was
honorable, faithful, and completely unlike the Lords of Shadow. This,~ Moon
Otter says, ~is something we, as a tribe, should work at correcting. When honor
is expected, provide more than is needed. Perhaps, in time, we might do
something to debunk this bad image we have been given.~

Piotr nods silently.

Dillan echoes Piotr, nodding as well.

Quick's hackles rise, and he also huffs. Our tribe knows honor well. It is what
the others believe that we have to change.

~We must work harder than the other tribes to change this image. Shadow Lords
do have Honor, and we will prove it.~ Otter paces a moment. ~There are two more
things. Should you come across a lost cub with potential, do not hesitate to
claim it for the Shadow Lords. We should try to expand our numbers here and if
it falls short of our expectations... we can pass it off to the Gnawers of
Bone.~

Piotr nods again. He was late, he knows that; this is not the place to intrude.

Dillan looks somewhat confused. ~Finding lost cubs is pretty hard. How are we
gonna 'claim' one, let alone find it?~

Shane sees no problem with this, although he already believes we know honor
well - its the other tribes that are the wrong ones. Nevertheless, he nods
silently.

Moon Otter huffs,~ If you find a cub that does not know what tribe it is, claim
it. We will deal with it later.~ He changes the subject. ~We need to
re-establish contact with our kin.~ He turns again to Dillan. ~Since you
consider yourself such a 'diplomat', you may make contact with the one called
'Buick'.~

Dillan lifts a brow. "Buick? Who dat?"

~Buick is knowledgeable Shadow Lord kin,~ Moon Otter states. ~He is alpha of a
place in the scab that supports the apes with no home and no way to find food.
This should make him a valuable source of information for some of the dealings
in the scab.~

Piotr settles himself down quietly, cross-legged on the floor.

Dillan shrugs and nods, looking around at the other garou for a moment. ~I'll
see what I can find out,~ he answers, noding to the elder 'Lord.

Moon Otter finds Dillan's response satisfactory and looks over the others
gathered. ~Anything else that needs to be taken care of or clarified? Or can we
end the moot now?~

Shane looks around at everyone else. He has nothing to add.

Piotr shakes his head.

Moon Otter waits a while and, when no one adds to what he has already covered,
he pushes to all fours. Then the moot is over. Hunt well, and bring honor to
the tribe.

Quick snorts. The tribe contains honor aplenty.

Piotr grimaces slightly and pulls himself up to his feet. "Some of us," he
says, "have to try a little harder." Gary Oldman as Vlad Drakul could not have
had a freakier accent.

Dillan stands up straight for a moment, "Some of us ain't got no problems.
Everyone loves me. Well, except Anna. Hell, even Joseph Soul-Catcher calls me
friend."

Piotr nods to Dillan and edges a little closer to the mouth of the cave.

Moon Otter pads towards the mouth of the cave. ~It is easy to gain the trust of
one. The hard part is to make that trust extend to the rest of the tribe here.
Or even the rest of the tribe everywhere. That is what needs working upon.~

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