12-09-2013, 09:40 AM
Sometime between last month and this Phoebe challenged for the right to open the moot once again. It's not a role that Fosterns take on often, and yet Phoebe's stepped up twice now. She stood against others of her Auspice, mostly Cliaths but a couple other Fosterns, as well, and she summoned a creature in answer to a question.
And now she stands waiting for the others to find her. And find her they will, though it'll be a bit harder than her last turn. This month there is no haunting melody to guide them. The night is cold and crisp and cloudy as the Garou of Denver cover the distance, picking up the scent of the Fury and following it south and south and east, gaining in elevation as they go. The place where the Theurge stands is wide and flat, large enough for even their combined numbers to spread out around her. To the east and north the lights of Littleton and Denver beyond spread out, sparkling like gems of many hues in the black-grey-white of the wintry city.
It's cold tonight. Many arrive in their larger, heavier, hairier forms, but even those do little more than their Rage against the bitter chill, or the bite of the wind as it cuts across the mesa. Phoebe, waiting in Homid and dressed in dedicated coat and jeans and hiking boots, could have picked a warmer place, somewhere with a nice rock barrier to protect from the wind, but she chose this space for a purpose.
Some follow the South Loop trail, others cut through the underbrush or climb up and over the rocks to find the Siren of Persephone. Eyes closed, she listens to them gather, shuffling their feet, adjusting their clothing, hears the pop-snap of joints adjusting and realigning as other forms are assumed. Clusters of packs stand close together (though few could be said to "huddle," those who do are less prideful). The younger Garou hop and bump into each other, tussling playfully to stay warm until
Phoebe's eyes open upon a relatively small gathering. Chin lifting, she takes a page out of the book of her fallen Auspicemate. Phoebe stomps her feet and claps her hands, keeping a strong rhythm.
Stomp stomp clap.
Stomp stomp clap.
Stomp stomp clap.
Garou across generations recognize the beat immediately. Those who don't pick it up quickly enough. Breathing in deep, Phoebe begins to call out:
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playing in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on your face
You big disgrace
Kickin' your can all over the place
Singin'
Pausing in her clapping, Phoebe holds out her arms to those gathered, encouraging them to join her in the refrain.
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
She goes through the next verse, but after that she repeats the refrain. By then, hundreds and more pairs of hands clap. Feet stomp together, keeping bodies warm and blood moving, rising, burning as hearts begin to pound together. Gnosis is given to Earth. Many voices lift, offering their challenge to the Wyrm, and their promise to Gaia.
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you...
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niko @ 3:45PM
[Singing: charisma+performance]
Roll: 8 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 8, 10, 10) ( success x 3 ) Re-rolls: 2 VALID
niko @ 3:45PM
[Moot Rite: Int+Rituals diff 7]
Roll: 6 d10 TN7 (1, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10) ( success x 4 ) [WP] VALID
Samael @ 3:49PM
WITNESS IN THE HIZOUSE
niko @ 3:51PM
Thanks!
And now she stands waiting for the others to find her. And find her they will, though it'll be a bit harder than her last turn. This month there is no haunting melody to guide them. The night is cold and crisp and cloudy as the Garou of Denver cover the distance, picking up the scent of the Fury and following it south and south and east, gaining in elevation as they go. The place where the Theurge stands is wide and flat, large enough for even their combined numbers to spread out around her. To the east and north the lights of Littleton and Denver beyond spread out, sparkling like gems of many hues in the black-grey-white of the wintry city.
It's cold tonight. Many arrive in their larger, heavier, hairier forms, but even those do little more than their Rage against the bitter chill, or the bite of the wind as it cuts across the mesa. Phoebe, waiting in Homid and dressed in dedicated coat and jeans and hiking boots, could have picked a warmer place, somewhere with a nice rock barrier to protect from the wind, but she chose this space for a purpose.
Some follow the South Loop trail, others cut through the underbrush or climb up and over the rocks to find the Siren of Persephone. Eyes closed, she listens to them gather, shuffling their feet, adjusting their clothing, hears the pop-snap of joints adjusting and realigning as other forms are assumed. Clusters of packs stand close together (though few could be said to "huddle," those who do are less prideful). The younger Garou hop and bump into each other, tussling playfully to stay warm until
Phoebe's eyes open upon a relatively small gathering. Chin lifting, she takes a page out of the book of her fallen Auspicemate. Phoebe stomps her feet and claps her hands, keeping a strong rhythm.
Stomp stomp clap.
Stomp stomp clap.
Stomp stomp clap.
Garou across generations recognize the beat immediately. Those who don't pick it up quickly enough. Breathing in deep, Phoebe begins to call out:
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playing in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on your face
You big disgrace
Kickin' your can all over the place
Singin'
Pausing in her clapping, Phoebe holds out her arms to those gathered, encouraging them to join her in the refrain.
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
She goes through the next verse, but after that she repeats the refrain. By then, hundreds and more pairs of hands clap. Feet stomp together, keeping bodies warm and blood moving, rising, burning as hearts begin to pound together. Gnosis is given to Earth. Many voices lift, offering their challenge to the Wyrm, and their promise to Gaia.
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you...
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niko @ 3:45PM
[Singing: charisma+performance]
Roll: 8 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 8, 10, 10) ( success x 3 ) Re-rolls: 2 VALID
niko @ 3:45PM
[Moot Rite: Int+Rituals diff 7]
Roll: 6 d10 TN7 (1, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10) ( success x 4 ) [WP] VALID
Samael @ 3:49PM
WITNESS IN THE HIZOUSE
niko @ 3:51PM
Thanks!