05-18-2013, 12:42 PM
By midday Saturday, most garou affiliated with the Sept of the Cold Crescent in one way or another -- and many affiliated with Forgotten Questions -- know that a few Cliaths found a Spiral and handed her over to the Guardians. There are some to say she's not a Spiral, at least not yet, but there's no one suggesting she isn't tainted. No one says she isn't way out on the corner of Fucked-Up and Evil. There are even a few who have either assumed or have good reason to believe that the exceptionally tall, very thin young woman who was brought in by the Guardians last night is the one who killed River of Clouds.
And six humans. Let's not forget them.
As such, once the girl has been handed over to the Warder, there are more than a few Garou at 1999 Broadway who are demanding that she be torn limb from limb, each extremity held in their own teeth until bones and tendons give way. He was metis, and he was just an unpacked Cliath, but he was one of their own, and there are some who know he was a damn good Ragabash. She deserves to die. There are some yelling tenets of the Litany in the hallways, furious that she's being held instead of questions.
Cooler heads are prevailing. One of those cooler heads is Warning Threshold-rhya, the Warder, who has been talking with the girl all night since Champion of Honor dragged her back in. Champion of Honor is, in fact, one of the Guardians standing outside of the holding cell talking other garou down from interrupting. Reminding them that they need to know more. A lot of the information about the other garou who were involved comes from him.
So by the middle of the afternoon and into the evening, more and more wolves know that the girl fixated on someone named Rabid Jack Rabbit, a Bone Gnawer Philodox. It was Nina-called-Underdog, the Rotagar, who alerted the Guardians when they found her. When people demand to know what else this girl has done, Champion of Honor just keeps telling them that two of the Guardians went with Rabid and Underdog and a staff-bearing Child of Gaia named Still Waters to patrol the area and make sure that the would-be Spiral cub hadn't left behind any other surprises in parking garages.
It isn't until the mortal dinner hour that Champion of Honor is relieved to go rest for a couple of hours before getting up to patrol again. He's a Cliath himself, and one of the youngest Guardians of the sept, and some of the garou who were just moments ago talked down from breaking through the wall and interrupting the Warder's interrogation mutter with grudging respect that he's a damn fine Philodox.
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No screams come from the holding cell. The Warder does not exit to rest. He calls for no help. His second in command is watching the feeds from their control room, directing patrol groups on her headset, keeping an eye on the private screen that shows her what is happening in the cell where the girl is. He hasn't needed to hurt her. She hasn't frenzied on him or tried to attack. They're just talking.
For now.
And six humans. Let's not forget them.
As such, once the girl has been handed over to the Warder, there are more than a few Garou at 1999 Broadway who are demanding that she be torn limb from limb, each extremity held in their own teeth until bones and tendons give way. He was metis, and he was just an unpacked Cliath, but he was one of their own, and there are some who know he was a damn good Ragabash. She deserves to die. There are some yelling tenets of the Litany in the hallways, furious that she's being held instead of questions.
Cooler heads are prevailing. One of those cooler heads is Warning Threshold-rhya, the Warder, who has been talking with the girl all night since Champion of Honor dragged her back in. Champion of Honor is, in fact, one of the Guardians standing outside of the holding cell talking other garou down from interrupting. Reminding them that they need to know more. A lot of the information about the other garou who were involved comes from him.
So by the middle of the afternoon and into the evening, more and more wolves know that the girl fixated on someone named Rabid Jack Rabbit, a Bone Gnawer Philodox. It was Nina-called-Underdog, the Rotagar, who alerted the Guardians when they found her. When people demand to know what else this girl has done, Champion of Honor just keeps telling them that two of the Guardians went with Rabid and Underdog and a staff-bearing Child of Gaia named Still Waters to patrol the area and make sure that the would-be Spiral cub hadn't left behind any other surprises in parking garages.
It isn't until the mortal dinner hour that Champion of Honor is relieved to go rest for a couple of hours before getting up to patrol again. He's a Cliath himself, and one of the youngest Guardians of the sept, and some of the garou who were just moments ago talked down from breaking through the wall and interrupting the Warder's interrogation mutter with grudging respect that he's a damn fine Philodox.
--
No screams come from the holding cell. The Warder does not exit to rest. He calls for no help. His second in command is watching the feeds from their control room, directing patrol groups on her headset, keeping an eye on the private screen that shows her what is happening in the cell where the girl is. He hasn't needed to hurt her. She hasn't frenzied on him or tried to attack. They're just talking.
For now.
my whole life is thunder.