08-08-2013, 09:01 AM
Dances With the Hurricane
Ingrid is an anomaly, an unknown. She goes to the moots, she sits with a Fenrir born Shadow Lord and a young Silver Fang, she participates in the Revel. And then she's on her way again. She disappears.
And then, quite suddenly and without rhyme or reason, she appears again. To take that Silver Fang to look for something on Colfax. To aid a Child of Gaia Theurge in testing a theory. To train on the 43rd floor of 1999 Broadway and to bear witness to the annihilation of the Guardians, to watch in quietly contained horror as they rip themselves to pieces.
There was no time to succumb to that horror. Her first thought had been to prepare her fellows, those other unfortunate Cliaths who happened to stumble into that ceremony, handing out talens that might offer some slight chance for survival should the warped and twisted minds of the fallen Garou turn toward them, the young and relatively inexperienced. Her second thought had been retreat. The Guardians are - were - strong Garou, with powers and skills and gifts a motly group of Cliaths couldn't hope to overcome. So, retreat then. Find the Warder, find someone, tell them all Hell's broken loose upstairs, maybe go check it out? But the others, the Ahroun, the Galliard, even the Theurge, they stayed.
Combat the Wyrm Wherever it Dwells and Whenever it Breeds.
They were going to stand and fight, so. Well then. Whatever she called it, tactical retreat, running, cowardice, wisdom...it would be dishonorable for her to abandon her pack-for-the-night. For a dark moon of the darkest tribe, Ingrid Kim is incredibly honorable. She stayed.
It's she who forces healing on Keisha. She smiles when the Theurge waves it off, and for once it's not sly and secretive. It's strained. It's pained. It's tired. It has an animal's sharpness that brooks no argument.
"Who needs their strength more than the healers, Theurge?" she asks as she cracks open a gourd and lets the faintly glowing dust from the talen rain down on the woman's injuries. Maybe Keisha then heals Thomas, maybe she doesn't. Ingrid doesn't wait. Waiting, stopping, hesitating, that'll get you swept up in the hurricane that Keisha fights against. Ingrid? She finds the rhythm and she moves with it.
She, the scout, heads down the demolished elevator shaft ahead of the others. Her sword has been returned to its sheathe in her sternum, her own clothes are tattered and torn along with her flesh. She's bleeding, and she feels the pain of it, grits her teeth against it and she soldiers on in spite of it. Leaning back, she gives the signal to the others that it's clear to descend.
After that she goes where she's directed. She passes out her meager supply of talens to those who can make better use of them. If someone offers to heal her she doesn't refuse, but like Keisha she feels healing should go to those worse off than she. And unlike Keisha, the Ragabash doesn't need the strength the healers and the spirit talkers will need to get through the night. When she's given leave, she takes it.
And she disappears into what remains of the night.
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Siren of Persephone
Phoebe knows about the incident before someone contacts her. She hears about it from her sister. It's the sound of Keisha's spirit voice, the tremble of her spirit across the link the binds them that has her up and gathering her things before the call for Theurges goes out. By then she's already snagged Winona if the younger Garou was home, and the pair of them are making their way to the city Sept on Phoebe's Vespa.
It takes time, but they get there.
Soon enough her path to crosses Keisha's. Though her heart aches for what she sees in her gentle sister's eyes, she doesn't wrap her up in her arms so they can hug it out. She does reach out to her, though, takes her hand and squeezes it so that Keisha knows that she's here, they're here, all of them together even though they're about to separate. Her pack is with her. Keisha isn't facing this horror all by herself anymore. Then she releases her. They have duties to perform.
Her sisters tend to those that they will, the wounded, the dead, whichever. This is what Desert Oracle does, it's their purpose. Heal and defend and deal with the spirits. Phoebe's strengths and skills lie with that last. She sings and she soothes the spirits, bringing them to rest. She commands and she orders. She snares what hostile spirits she can and she banishes them.
Phoebe comes very close to burning herself out that night. She blows through much of her will, she drains herself completely of her Gnosis. When she can't do anymore she finds her sisters again. She gathers them to her and she finds a place where they can sit huddled close together. Phoebe wraps one arm around Keisha, the other around Winona. The staff falls where it lays, perhaps another guardian over their small pack. Whether they sleep or pass out from exhaustion or simply sit together, that's where they stay. For a few hours, at least.
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[OOC: Phoebe has the gifts Spirit Snare and Command Spirit, which she will use until she drains herself out. If you want, Kai, I can toss out some rolls, otherwise I'm cool with leaving it cinematic.]
Ingrid is an anomaly, an unknown. She goes to the moots, she sits with a Fenrir born Shadow Lord and a young Silver Fang, she participates in the Revel. And then she's on her way again. She disappears.
And then, quite suddenly and without rhyme or reason, she appears again. To take that Silver Fang to look for something on Colfax. To aid a Child of Gaia Theurge in testing a theory. To train on the 43rd floor of 1999 Broadway and to bear witness to the annihilation of the Guardians, to watch in quietly contained horror as they rip themselves to pieces.
There was no time to succumb to that horror. Her first thought had been to prepare her fellows, those other unfortunate Cliaths who happened to stumble into that ceremony, handing out talens that might offer some slight chance for survival should the warped and twisted minds of the fallen Garou turn toward them, the young and relatively inexperienced. Her second thought had been retreat. The Guardians are - were - strong Garou, with powers and skills and gifts a motly group of Cliaths couldn't hope to overcome. So, retreat then. Find the Warder, find someone, tell them all Hell's broken loose upstairs, maybe go check it out? But the others, the Ahroun, the Galliard, even the Theurge, they stayed.
Combat the Wyrm Wherever it Dwells and Whenever it Breeds.
They were going to stand and fight, so. Well then. Whatever she called it, tactical retreat, running, cowardice, wisdom...it would be dishonorable for her to abandon her pack-for-the-night. For a dark moon of the darkest tribe, Ingrid Kim is incredibly honorable. She stayed.
It's she who forces healing on Keisha. She smiles when the Theurge waves it off, and for once it's not sly and secretive. It's strained. It's pained. It's tired. It has an animal's sharpness that brooks no argument.
"Who needs their strength more than the healers, Theurge?" she asks as she cracks open a gourd and lets the faintly glowing dust from the talen rain down on the woman's injuries. Maybe Keisha then heals Thomas, maybe she doesn't. Ingrid doesn't wait. Waiting, stopping, hesitating, that'll get you swept up in the hurricane that Keisha fights against. Ingrid? She finds the rhythm and she moves with it.
She, the scout, heads down the demolished elevator shaft ahead of the others. Her sword has been returned to its sheathe in her sternum, her own clothes are tattered and torn along with her flesh. She's bleeding, and she feels the pain of it, grits her teeth against it and she soldiers on in spite of it. Leaning back, she gives the signal to the others that it's clear to descend.
After that she goes where she's directed. She passes out her meager supply of talens to those who can make better use of them. If someone offers to heal her she doesn't refuse, but like Keisha she feels healing should go to those worse off than she. And unlike Keisha, the Ragabash doesn't need the strength the healers and the spirit talkers will need to get through the night. When she's given leave, she takes it.
And she disappears into what remains of the night.
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Siren of Persephone
Phoebe knows about the incident before someone contacts her. She hears about it from her sister. It's the sound of Keisha's spirit voice, the tremble of her spirit across the link the binds them that has her up and gathering her things before the call for Theurges goes out. By then she's already snagged Winona if the younger Garou was home, and the pair of them are making their way to the city Sept on Phoebe's Vespa.
It takes time, but they get there.
Soon enough her path to crosses Keisha's. Though her heart aches for what she sees in her gentle sister's eyes, she doesn't wrap her up in her arms so they can hug it out. She does reach out to her, though, takes her hand and squeezes it so that Keisha knows that she's here, they're here, all of them together even though they're about to separate. Her pack is with her. Keisha isn't facing this horror all by herself anymore. Then she releases her. They have duties to perform.
Her sisters tend to those that they will, the wounded, the dead, whichever. This is what Desert Oracle does, it's their purpose. Heal and defend and deal with the spirits. Phoebe's strengths and skills lie with that last. She sings and she soothes the spirits, bringing them to rest. She commands and she orders. She snares what hostile spirits she can and she banishes them.
Phoebe comes very close to burning herself out that night. She blows through much of her will, she drains herself completely of her Gnosis. When she can't do anymore she finds her sisters again. She gathers them to her and she finds a place where they can sit huddled close together. Phoebe wraps one arm around Keisha, the other around Winona. The staff falls where it lays, perhaps another guardian over their small pack. Whether they sleep or pass out from exhaustion or simply sit together, that's where they stay. For a few hours, at least.
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[OOC: Phoebe has the gifts Spirit Snare and Command Spirit, which she will use until she drains herself out. If you want, Kai, I can toss out some rolls, otherwise I'm cool with leaving it cinematic.]