10-19-2013, 07:04 PM
“It was, perhaps fittingly, a dark and stormy night. It had been raining for days and the rivers ran wild and high under a waxing sliver of a moon. Anubis-Sight, Reverence of Dawn, Black Sheep, and I were gathered together with a talen map that displayed our target and enough time for a few words and then whatever time it took us to drive to figure out how to stop a truck full of Wyrm-tainted sludge from being dumped into the South Platte.” Thomas, as ever, is different when he's telling stories. Notably because he only really seems to bother with owning the space around him when he's performing. For this story he's fully present, but aside from the tension humming through all of those gathered he doesn't seem particularly manic tonight.
“For anyone wondering, that's...roughly ten minutes. For a group of four Garou with limited experience working together, that's barely any time at all, but we already had the beginning of a plan as we reached Reverence of Dawn's car.” He does not elaborate about that car, but just for a second he catches Reverence of Dawn's gaze and smiles. His eyes are already away from hers before the smile is even half formed, because as much as he needed her attention for those few seconds he does not need her to even think he might be challenging her. No, Broken Tree asked for hope, and this story with it's happy ending and this gesture of...well, friendship would imply trust. And affection. Avery gets neither of those things from him. But, respect that is only about three and a half steps from something that could be friendship one day, that he can do.
“Black Sheep summoned a Gremlin as we headed to catch the truck, to stop it before it could reach the water. The limped and sputtered into a stop beneath an overpass, its engine crippled. And then she called on a night spirit, shrouded the truck and our path in darkness. Hid us from any watching eyes.” This is apparently the kind of story where people he's talking about are permitted some sign of recognition, because Black Sheep also gets a smile. Whether this new, more connected kind of narrative is brought on by the fact that he's come to a moot something other than alone, or because he's playing with the solidarity theme bought on by the display of unity between Desert Oracles and Baklava Republic, or just because he's doing a more subdued version of pointing people out as Storm's Teeth and Cinder Song and Echoes of the Lost did, it's hard to guess. Maybe none of that. Maybe all of that.
“Once we had the truck stopped, obscured, Anubis-Sight led us in claiming it.” Here, Anubis-Sight gets a smile and a slight nod. “The men inside the truck fought, and fought hard, to keep us from taking the truck from them, and finally fought simply to destroy the truck and us and themselves. Anubis-Sight battled one of them, ripping the weapon from his hands and buying us time. Reverence of Dawn killed two of the three of them, tore into them with fangs and claws until they struggled no longer.”
“We brought the truck back, let whatever horrors it was carrying be disposed of. Not a drop of that poison reached the river.” Thomas moves back to where he was, shifts back to lupus, and waits for the stories to continue.
“For anyone wondering, that's...roughly ten minutes. For a group of four Garou with limited experience working together, that's barely any time at all, but we already had the beginning of a plan as we reached Reverence of Dawn's car.” He does not elaborate about that car, but just for a second he catches Reverence of Dawn's gaze and smiles. His eyes are already away from hers before the smile is even half formed, because as much as he needed her attention for those few seconds he does not need her to even think he might be challenging her. No, Broken Tree asked for hope, and this story with it's happy ending and this gesture of...well, friendship would imply trust. And affection. Avery gets neither of those things from him. But, respect that is only about three and a half steps from something that could be friendship one day, that he can do.
“Black Sheep summoned a Gremlin as we headed to catch the truck, to stop it before it could reach the water. The limped and sputtered into a stop beneath an overpass, its engine crippled. And then she called on a night spirit, shrouded the truck and our path in darkness. Hid us from any watching eyes.” This is apparently the kind of story where people he's talking about are permitted some sign of recognition, because Black Sheep also gets a smile. Whether this new, more connected kind of narrative is brought on by the fact that he's come to a moot something other than alone, or because he's playing with the solidarity theme bought on by the display of unity between Desert Oracles and Baklava Republic, or just because he's doing a more subdued version of pointing people out as Storm's Teeth and Cinder Song and Echoes of the Lost did, it's hard to guess. Maybe none of that. Maybe all of that.
“Once we had the truck stopped, obscured, Anubis-Sight led us in claiming it.” Here, Anubis-Sight gets a smile and a slight nod. “The men inside the truck fought, and fought hard, to keep us from taking the truck from them, and finally fought simply to destroy the truck and us and themselves. Anubis-Sight battled one of them, ripping the weapon from his hands and buying us time. Reverence of Dawn killed two of the three of them, tore into them with fangs and claws until they struggled no longer.”
“We brought the truck back, let whatever horrors it was carrying be disposed of. Not a drop of that poison reached the river.” Thomas moves back to where he was, shifts back to lupus, and waits for the stories to continue.