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Cyrano
Long, soft, dark hair drapes across well-muscled browned skin, falling midway 
down his back. Large, dark eyes sparkle, something feral hiding deep within 
them and watching closely. There is no long muzzle, nor fangs, there is no 
four-legged crouch, but there is something of the animal world in his look and 
his carriage. The only palpable hint one could put their finger on would be the
point of his ears.
A well tailored tuxedo clings to him and accents his dusty bare feet. His hair 
is bound back by a large brass ring.

Center of the Caern
Contents:
Coda
Adam

Adam bites his lip, nodding, and waving a hand for Coda to give him room.

Coda scootches back a couple of feet.

Adam closes his eyes, shifting down to the Lupus. He shakes his ruff, but 
remains still. In this form, that would will heal.

Adam contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Adam shifts into Lupus form.

Coda sighs, leaning back. "Does everybody approach the Gift the same way?"

Dies-for-Others takes a few moments, then answers. In a way. Beats waiting 
around for one of us to get hurt.

Coda shakes her head. "No, I mean does everybody who has the Gift use it the 
same way?"

Dies-for-Others isn't sure. It does involve touch, I know that much. But, how 
each see the gift is different. Hope-Star sees it as delving into the wound, 
like a doctor, and seeing the break to repair.

Coda looks thoughtful. "I'll try that next time."

Dies-for-Others thumps his tail. It might work. But, another night. I think I 
can only do that once.

Coda snickers. "Wimp," she teases.

Dies-for-Others snorts! There's a bit of humor in his eyes, now. He paces 
around the Cub. You think so?

Coda nods, watching him closely. "Yeah. I do. You can only stab yourself once 
before calling it quits. Why, most Garou I know can stab themselves four, five 
times before giving up." Her tone is it's usual serious self, but there are 
undertones of humor to it.

Dies-for-Others lficks an ear. Again, true. But I'm new to this.

Coda rolls here eyes. "And I'm supposed to learn stuff from /you/?"

Cyrano snickers from his spot on the rock spur above.

Coda looks up to where the snicker comes from, and blinks at the strange man, 
there.

Dies-for-Others turns to see who is there, and recognizes the man. Hello.

Cyrano waggles his fingers, draped over the rock. "Did I miss something? It 
certainly sounds fascinating.

Coda blinks, not quite sure what to make of this guy. "Um. I don't think so."

Dies-for-Others's ears flatten. Just some teaching.

You say "Somebody got stabbed? A battle? A clash of mighty forces? Epic 
conflicts?"

Dies-for-Others whurfs. Not this night.

Cyrano looks crestfallen.

Coda just stares at Cyrano.

Cyrano purses his lips. Then his expression brightens. "Perhaps later?"

Dies-for-Others regards Cyrano for a time. Most likely, no matter how hard we 
try to stop it. He turns to the Cub. I will explain later, Speaks-Straight.

Cyrano smiles pleasantly, seeming satisfied. "Later, then. I'll find something 
appropriately villainous for you."

Dies-for-Others thinks we do a good enough job of that, without outside help.

Coda grins politely. "Um. Yeah. Nice to meet you."

Cyrano sniffs a few times, as if gaining the new person's scent, and nods. 
"Have fun. Where are you going?"

Dies-for-Others wan't planning on going anyplace, Coyote.

Center of the Caern
This area of the clearing is about 30 meters wide and is a mixture of dark 
soil and clay throughout, though much of it looks like it's been sodded in 
recent months. Near the center of the clearing, the top of a large white 
boulder juts out from the soil like a bone revealed after the skin of an 
animal has been torn away. The large rock appears to be normal stone at its 
base, but towards the top stone gives way to a sparkling collection of quartz 
crystal. Surrounding the base of the stone, on all sides, are shattered pieces
of what looks to have once been a stone table.
Around you, twenty yards in every direction, stretches the caern. To the 
southeast, a waterfall plummets over the edge of the chasm into a small pool 
in the caern; nearby, to the southwest, steam comes from cracks in the ground, 
perhaps some of the same water. Northwest, a rocky spar justs out of the ground
at a low angle, showing a sloping but smooth top. The chasm walls narrow a bit 
to the northeast, causing some of the mist to swirl in that area.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (28% full).

Robert comes into the caern from up the valley and, noticing the forms in the 
center of the caern, heads into the area.

You say "Oh. Well then." He drops silently to the ground next to the couple. 
"Stay and chat."

Dies-for-Others's ears twitch. About what? The wolf turns to the Wadrder, and 
chuffs a greeting.

Robert nods politely to the wolf, then looks quizzically at the other two. 
"Have we met?" he asks politely.

Robert
Robert deRath looks to be somewhere in his late 30s, perhaps early 40s, though 
his almost completely silver hair makes him look older at a first glance. He 
stands somewhat about average height, though his wide shoulders almost make him
look short propotionally. His dark eyes gaze calmly over the area, flowing from 
one point to another easily, only rarely jerking or darting. His mood seems to 
be cheerful enough as he occasionally flashes a smile at a person, or as he 
notices something. 
He's wearing a simple white loosely flowing long-sleeved shirt under a black 
leather vest, with a black pair of jeans beneath. Around his waist is a 
black-and-white snakeskin belt, and a pair of black hiking boots are on his 
feet.

Cyrano peers at Robert, frowning thoughtfully. "No... no, you don't look at all 
familiar. Are you from around here?"

Robert raises his right eyebrow, still incredibly polite, and notes, "I think 
that's my question, thank you. And I think I would have noticed someone 
tromping through the forest in a tuxedo, even sans shoes."

Coda jumps slightly as Robert speaks, all of her attention being payed to 
Cyrano. Thrown for a loop she stammers for a bit, "Ah, um. No. I'm 
Coda MacKenzie, cub Philodox of the children of Gaia."

Cyrano stands up proudly, plucking at the lapels. "Do you like it? I made it 
myself. It came with a Handgun." He pronounces the last word carefully, as if 
it's unfamiliar to him.

Robert smiles and nods to Coda, as he returns the introduction, "I am Robert 
deRath, Warder here and Arm of Gaia for this sept. Andrea had mentioned you; 
I'm glad to finally meet you." He turns back to the tuxedoed stranger and 
continues, perhaps just a touch more coldly, "Your introduction, or you will 
be leaving."

Robert pages: While you're manifested, you're manifested, right, though you 
can't actually affect anything in the material world? I.e., you're not Umbral 
at all right now.

Cyrano cocks his head, smile fading as he studies the newcomer. "I am Coyote, 
and perhaps I'll be leaving regardless."

You paged Robert with 'As I understand and play it, he is not at all Umbral 
now, yes.'.
From afar, Robert nods. I /thought/ that was how it worked, but wasn't sure. 
Thanks.
You paged Robert with 'No sweat.'.

Robert's right eyebrow arches higher. "Perhaps you will. I heard a little about 
your involvement with the incident the other night. I will grant your being 
true to your calling, but I think there is a time and place for trickery."

Cyrano nods. "What happened the other night? Did you have any fun? I strongly 
doubt it."

Robert responds, still calmly, "Cleaning up the mess you'd left? I doubt it."

Dies-for-Others sits down, finally. He watches the talk, curious and nervous at 
the same time.

Coda leans over to the wolf, speaking to him in a low enough tone as so not to 
intrude upon the other conversation.

Cyrano looks even more curious, and takes a step toward Robert. "Mess? Do tell. 
What sort of mess? I haven't been into the city in..." He waves a hand 
dismissively. "Oh, in forever now. So I haven't been bad."

Dies-for-Others nudges the Cub's shoulder. I...will try.

Robert raises a finger between himself and the self-admitted Coyote. "One. It 
wasn't in the city; it was on the bawn, even worse. Two. You should know quite 
well what mess, since you were at least a part of it. Three. I'd prefer if you 
stay where you are."
Robert adds, perhaps a bit belatedly, "As opposed to approaching me. If you 
wish to leave, I wouldn't stop you."

Cyrano throws up his hands defencively, not advancing further. "I'm certain I 
should, but I don't. It must have been a small mess, because messes are fun and 
I usually remember them."

Robert shrugs slightly, noting simply, "It's your own problem if you cause so 
many messes that you can't recall one from another. You said you were leaving?"

Cyrano spreads his hands wide in surrender. "And I must say it's no fault of 
mine when you want to discuss some 'mess' or other, but share no information 
about it. I fear your hearing may also be at fault. I never claimed to be 
leaving. Would that bring you more pleasure than your mess?"

Robert's eyebrow arches once again. "I never claimed to wish to discuss a mess 
with you; I merely implied that your presence wasn't entirely pleasant as a 
result of it. And you said that you may be leaving anyway, after admitting to 
being Coyote."

Dies-for-Others looks to Speaks-Straight. Quiet explained spirits, right?

Cyrano stretches slowly further and further back, moving into a back rollover. 
As he does, he intones "May. Might. Should. Shall. Will." He stands, a full 
three feet back from where he was before. "Words. All of them. Markedly 
different."

Coda nods at the wolf. "Um, yeah."

Dies-for-Others lolls his tonuge. That will make this easier.

Robert nods curtly, then replies, "And I think the last should be applicable in 
this case, though at least the first recognizes the not-inconsiderable 
possibility."

From afar, Sepdet hugs. What's going on?
You paged Sepdet with 'Robert's being in charge again.'.
Sepdet pages: Oh, that sounds fun. :)
You paged Sepdet with 'To Coyote.'.
From afar, Sepdet giggles.

You say "Oh, certainly applicable." He pauses a long moment. "Eventually. This 
place is boring so often, I can't see it holding my attention forever. Unless I 
helped it far more than I'm willing to." He licks his lips playfully."

Robert observes, "You're not wanted, and we have problems enough right now 
without having to worry about some trickster with a one-track mind who is more 
concerned with not being bored than with protecting Gaia. While not 
disrespecting Coyote's place in the grand scheme, I would nonetheless suggest 
you make yourself scarce for a while."

Cyrano droops, shoulders sagging and head lolling onto his chest. "I. am not 
wanted. By Robert de Rath." He sighs deeply. "I shall take my miserable 
presence hence, not to return until he has departed."

Robert frowns just a little at Cyrano. "Perhaps I was unclear. Your presence is 
not welcome here. You have caused more trouble than you have broken paradigms 
and made people see things anew. You seem to have lost your own way, Coyote."

Coda rolls her eyes, and drops to whisper something to Dies-for-Others.

Cyrano bobs his head slightly. "You have seen truth where I only found stygian 
blackness, Robert deRath. And you have the courage to step forward and speak 
for the whole sept when they feared my wrath." He sniffles miserably. "You have 
earned the title of Warden, my good man."

Dies-for-Others whuffles, and chuffs in Coda's ear.

You paged Coda with 'You kids behave and listen. This is a learning experience.'

Robert sighs slightly, correcting the Coyote, "The title is 'Warder', even if 
you were trying to make some sort of point about your perception of my lack of 
fun. Are you leaving already?"

Cyrano lifts his head, tears streaming across his cheeks. "I would not cross 
your authority. It crosses worlds, and touches me at my home. I am dispelled." 
In a flash, he reaches skyward and seems to stretch out and up, some twenty 
feet into the night sky before vanishing.

Robert pages: Going Umbral, or sticking around? :)

Coda shakes her head. "Good God."

You paged Robert with 'He's gone. I, on the other hand...'.

Dies-for-Others looks to the Cub. We talk to the spirits in the Shadow, but 
some of them make appearances here. Coyote...seems to like this area.

Robert rolls his eyes at the display, then shakes his head and sighs sadly. 
"That one /has/ lost his way, it seems. Coyote is supposed to shake things up 
and make people re-thinktheir ruts. Instead, he seems to be stuck in ruts of 
his own, concerned only about his own boredom."

Robert pages: Well, the question wasn't 'gone'; it was 'Umbral'. :) I realize 
there is a difference. :)
You paged Robert with 'Ah. If Robert can see Umbrally, he shan't see Coyote 
around.'.
Robert pages: Just making sure, since there's RP going on in the Umbral Caern 
right now. :)

Coda shakes her head. "He just wants to be the center of attention."

You start to reach through the umbra.
Umbra: Center of the Caern
Contents:
Sepdet
Iustus
Shows-the-Way

From afar, Shows-the-Way is curled in the crotch of a treebranch, oddly enough. 
A little trick he picked up from his packmate, between that and the fog it 
makes him less than obvious to those passing through AND gives him somewhat 
better odds of surviving ambushes and noticing intruders.

Stormcloud comes out of the woods to the south.

Iustus pages to the room: So Cyrano just shows up?
Cyrano pages to the room: I was hoping somebody would eventually pose.

Cyrano suddenly appears, and just as suddenly is racing for the forest on all 
fours and giggling.

Sepdet is prowling around near the edge of the caern, near but not intruding 
upon the regal-looking unicorn spirit. Right now she's facing outwards and 
upwards, towards a tree up on the rim.

In the tree, Shows the way's ears twitch and zero in on the laughing spirit 
racing for the clearing's boundary.

Stormcloud passes through from the Caern, taking time for the other side for a 
change.

Sepdet wheels around as quickly as she can manage without stumbling, bracing 
for the onslaught of a mad lune or--gee, could it be that coyote again?

Cyrano changes himself as he scampers for the trees, lightning fast, and 
disappears into the brush.

Iustus, who has been patiently waiting for the coyote spirit to appear, 
immediately gallops off after it.

Sepdet blinks slowly and tracks the unlikely stampede with muzzle and ears, 
after an aborted step in the direction of the chase. This isn't the sort of 
moon for bolting blindly, and she's not as fast as either of them anyway.

From afar, to the room, Sepdet mutter. (Would've been, with Speed of Thought, 
before my spine got crunched. :P)
Long distance to Sepdet: Cyrano hugs. What would you do with a nasty dirty old 
Coyote anyway?

Cyrano
A lithe coyote spirit jaggling which seems to be in constant motion, like a 
moth dancing about an unseen flame. His violet coat is of a nearly uniform 
colour, except for the lighter band near the tip of his tail. Complementing his 
coat are his vivid amber eyes, examining everything within line of sight over 
and over.

Sepdet pages: I donno, prevent him from getting skewered? :)
You paged Sepdet with 'You ever seen a unicorn try to gallop through a forest? 
(:'.

Stormcloud wonders at his own timing as the umbra seems active tonight. He lets 
the Strider go after for she is still faster than he.

Shows-the-Way blinks, up there in his tree perch.

Cyrano skids to a stop as soon as he realises he's being followed, sidestepping 
to avoid being trampled by a galloping hoof.

Iustus, to avoid trampling the coyote and to avoid losing it as well, sheds 
quite a bit of mass sizing himself down to about Cyrano's size, though still in 
the shape of a black unicorn, and his horn looks as sharp as ever.

Shows-the-Way doesn't leap down. While Cyrano's capable of being a threat in 
his own self, it's not what the tree-bound strider's watching for, so he sits 
content to watch and maybe even learn.

Cyrano sprawls out on the ground, tongue lolling, and waits for the tiny equine 
to turn about and state his case.

Sepdet half-crouches to observe, hands resting lightly on her knees. *Coyote 
being clever again?* she calls out, a little sternly.

Iustus walks up and pokes Cyrano lightly with his horn. Yup, it's sharp. *You 
said you were leaving. I am making sure this is true.*

Cyrano doesn't seem to notice the poke. He looks over his shoulder and lifts 
his chin to yip at Sepdet. *Coyote has a conversation with Robert deRath and 
his toys knew he must play some time just not know he has such a pretty horsie 
to play with*

Sepdet can't help but smile. *He does indeed. Better scoot. I'll see you later, 
Monster.*

Iustus throws his head back and snorts at the coyote. *You will leave or your 
essence will return to Coyote. I do not have the time for this now.*

Sepdet pages to the room: I need to remember that line for telemarketers.

Cyrano finds his feet slowly. *is not need to play games for Robert deRath has 
told Coyote the Sepdet does not wish him here Coyote goes elsewhere*

Stormcloud settles back onto his haunches, watching this with no small amount 
of interest.

Sepdet makes shooing motions with her hands. *Go _on_. Robert's the boss here.*

Shows-the-Way speaks up, quietly, *One could suggest the Coyote find ways to 
'teach' the flying leeches that they should not come HERE or to the hilltop for 
'food'. Coyote does teach lessons in fascinating ways, sometimes.*

The black unicorn goes back to his normal size in the twinkling of an eye, 
looking back down at the coyote. *In a calmer time you are more welcome.* With 
that, it wheels on its hind legs and heads back into the forest.

Selene, wherever she is and whatever she is, stays very, very, quiet.

Iustus leaves the caern clearing for the woods to the north.

Cyrano snorts as he starts into the forest. *calmer times yes this certainly is 
exciting times here nothing happen no quite thrilling Coyote goes and lets the 
Sepdet play with the toy horsie* There is no small amount of derision to his 
'tone'.

Sepdet blinks guiltily--just as coyote scolds her, she's staring after Iustus 
with that particular breed of unicorn awe that no female under the age of 
thirty can really avoid. She sighs, hunches her shoulders, and turns around to 
resume scanning the forest in the other direction from her packmate.
---- Recall end ----

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