2018.09.12 Who's-Fucking-There?
| Who's Fucking There? | |
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| Faith gets a lesson in humility. | |
| IC Date | Wednesday, September 12th, 2018 |
| IC Time | 6:30 pm PDT. |
| Players | Brooke, Aleksandr Dragomir Faith Halona Sergei Skully Lleutrim Xenovia Iris Amelia Hjalmar Maksim Rory Victor |
| Location | Deep Forest - Amphitheater |
| Spheres | Garou Gaian Kinfolk |
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Deep Forest - Amphitheater
The amphitheater is a place for those within the sept to hold gatherings of any kind. Anything from moots, to any number of challenges, to stories that are told, as well as a place to meet for present as well as future plans to be discussed for the sept as a whole, and a variety of other things of importance. Like the rest of the caern, this area is covered within the thickness of the underground forest. Mountainous trees reside all around and throughout here as they stretch high into the heavens of this cavernous place forming a dense canopy overhead. Sounds of life can often be heard as well as the whisperings of the spirits on a soft and harmonious breeze. The area of the amphitheater has been cut back to form a wide open space that could easily fit several hundreds of individuals. Contents: Lights-the-Darkness Brooke Lleutrim Dragomir Mercy Fetish Obvious Exits: Mystic Valley <MV> Dragomir has been preparing for his combat with the Bastet, August. In fact, he has not left the amphitheater for many reasons since. Even now in the rain he is training, with his crystal javelin in hand and whirling it around working through katas - the gleam from the shaft is blinding as he strikes at invisible targets and manuevers about the arena in his bare feet. The man's wings silhoette near invisibly behind him from time to time, as he shifts quickly around. Occasionally the javelin arcs up over his head and he delivers a deadly stab with a wicked looking fang dagger into what could only be the heart of some adversary in his mind.
Patrol. Faith just came off it once again, and though she's been water-falled off, she still smells faintly of the day. She steps into the amphitheater quietly and makes her way down to near where Brooke is sitting, everyone's going to get a gesture of greeting. Even if somewhat tired, Faith is attendant to the importance of such things, even if she does /occasionally/ conduct herself like a complete jackass at -other- people's houses.
Dragomir has been preparing for his combat with the Bastet, August. In fact, he has not left the amphitheater for many reasons since. Even now in the rain he is training, with his crystal javelin in hand and whirling it around working through katas - the gleam from the shaft is blinding as he strikes at invisible targets and manuevers about the arena in his bare feet. The man's wings silhoette near invisibly behind him from time to time, as he shifts quickly around. Occasionally the javelin arcs up over his head and he delivers a deadly stab with a wicked looking fang dagger into what could only be the heart of some adversary in his mind.
Brooke is just sitting here, lounging really. Feet up, relaxing, as she watches her Alpha practice. Occasionally a kinfolk comes by and checks on her, offers drinks, food, etc. Not much she can do these days but sit back and talk and watch others.
Patrol. Faith just came off it once again, and though she's been water-falled off, she still smells faintly of the day. She steps into the amphitheater quietly and makes her way down to near where Brooke is sitting, everyone's going to get a gesture of greeting. Even if somewhat tired, Faith is attendant to the importance of such things, even if she does /occasionally/ conduct herself like a complete jackass at -other- people's houses.(END)'
Dragomir continues to work, in the motions as he plays out the battle in his mind. The man is fast, and the strikes are deadly and precise. A bit like watching Achilles train, as his feet are rarely ever on the ground and he maneuvers with a predatory - even Falcon-like precision. He does not stop when Lleutrim comes or to speak with Brooke - she has seen him train before. Though he does stop when he senses that Faith's arrival. He even turns to glare at her, with those ice-cold blue eyes of his. A low growl emits from him as he stands there, soaked by the light rain.
Halona comes in from Deep Forest - Mystic Valley
Sergei comes in from Deep Forest - Mystic Valley
Oh boy. What /is/ going on here? Lleutrim watches Dragomir practicing, then stop. How the man glares at ... Faith? He turns his head to study her and lifts a brow in silent question. A polite nod to Brooke, then Donnachaidh continues to stand there with his thumbs lightly hooked into the beltloops of his jeans as he watches Faith and Dragomir closely by turns.
Skully lopes in from the south, running thick fingers through his shaggy hair and listening to his mp3 player via an earphone in one ear. Anyone close enough can probably hear Robert Plant wailing about squeezing his lemon until the juice runs down his leg. He spots Dragomir's exercises and flips the device off, however, tucking it away into a pocket and finds a seat on a log in the front row, resting massive arms on tree-trunk legs and observing the man's precision of form and delicate touch with his javelin. When he stops, Skully turns to look over and spy Faith as well, grimacing a bit at the growl; something he doesn't quite understand, a story he hasn't heard, perhaps. "Good form, Eye of the Storm-rhya," he offers lamely, rubbing the back of his neck. "My Mama always taught that good form was a fighter's pride."
Brooke looks quickly to Faith, and back to Dragomir with a 'what did I miss?' look. She will not get in the middle of whatever this is, but her interest is peaked. Quiet is the right way to stay.. hushed mind you.. because of this. But she very much wants to know what would cause this. There /is/ a story there!
Halona saw that, young man. Halona slips up alongside Skully and gives him a light poke and crooks a finger to bring him down to her level. She HEARS the things going on, but that's secondary at the moment. SHe has some whisperin' to do.
Faith stops in mid-stride, looking at Dragomir from where she walk walking to sit beside Brooke. The kinswoman glances back at the pregnant Galliard and then to the Silver Fang. There's nothing in her own face that reads as perplexion, she knows exactly what that's about. Faith's just not sure she knows what the body language means. With a slow intake of air through her nose, she stiffens her back and continues to walk down closer to the floor of the amphitheater, away from Brooke and the others, and toward the weapon-wielding Alpha. After all, if he wants her to go away - as opposed to coming down for whatever she's got coming, he'll make that very clear. Howling-Wind comes padding along in wolf form, as is his custom. He stays up in the cheap seats and overlooks the arena for the moment.
Skully blinks his one eye at Halona in surprise, frowning, and mutters, "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot, ma'am. I'll... go put it away." The big Metis is duly chagrined, standing up from his log and taking the player out of his pocket to trek up and out and keep it from the Caern.
Dragomir snarls lowly, "Do you believe yourself Wise, Faith Donahue, Kinfolk of the Get of Fenris?" he lifts the Javelin and points the crystal tip towards her from across the arena. "I meet with honor to negotiate the terms with the Bastet for attacking you, and you go behind my back to meet with them afterwards.. alone." the javelin is flourished and then driven into the ground with a flash of light. "I have put my own pelt on the line to protect you, and you believe that a cursory informative note after the fact is sufficient to honor what I, what my pack, what this Sept sacrifices to keep you safe?" He snarls. "You forget your place. Your arrogance endangers us all. Your pride is your weakness. You have dishonored me."
Halona shakes her head, giving Skully a pat. It's okay. Not a big deal. "Just keep it put away always," she says, before he runs off. And then later, go read the stone tablet. Memorize it." A rather gentle reprimand as far as things go, and spoken very quietly before she turns her attention back to Dragomir.
Brooke could really use her phone right now... candy crush the build up of rage inside of her. Damn it, the phone is not on her, as she honors the Sept's totem and does not bring it in there. She shakes her head and a fist is balled. She remains still though. For now.
Skully pads back and retakes his seat, giving a sad sigh and getting back up again. "I ain't so good at, umm... 'memberin' what I read, ma'am," he admits sheepishly, rubbing his face. "Gonna take me a while. I'll be over there, then." And he lopes over to the tablet, kneeling down to get it at the right level and beginning his first read-through.
Lights-The-Darkness makes it in, maybe picking up the scents and soudns of several people in th Ampitheatre. The silver wolf is always somewhere close by to the Caern, or almost always. He pads in quietly, wolf feet finding a spot just off to the side, eyes searching, ears perked to see who is here and then stops. Catching the cold, angry words of Dargomir. Eyes flicker to Faith and back, as the wolf sits down on his hanunches. He's nice and far away from that interaction, but he can hear and see everything.
Halona shakes her head to Skully, lowering her voice to a whisper
There's a look from Faith to Dragomir. Lleutrim has no idea what is going on. He's tensed up a little, very alert now. The Galliard Cub isn't saying a word. Still at the edge of the Amphitheatre, he looks back to Faith. Finally he moves, but it is to go and take a seat next to Brooke.
Skully pads back and retakes his seat, giving a sad sigh and getting back up again. "I ain't so good at, umm... 'memberin' what I read, ma'am," he admits sheepishly, rubbing his face. "Gonna take me a while. I'll be over there, then." But Halona whispers to him again, so he nods and sits back down, listening up to the statement from Dragomir.
The words bite -- they were intended to -- and Skully goes tense in the shoulders, frowning deeply and looking to Faith. He shakes his head seriously, not that she needs any reprimand from him, but keeps his mouth shut.
Howling-Wind stays on one of the upper benches, laying with his head on his forepaws but his ears are perked up like he's listening.
Since that was a rhetorical question, Faith isn't answering it. The girl remains standing, and her hands move behind the small of her back, chin dropping with an expression of shame. There is no attempt to cover or hide from the ire or rage. Whatever it is that went down - here we are now. She stands in submission before Dragomir without movement, or speech.
Lleutrim asked something really low of Brooke and the answer he gets back from her makes the Galliard look somewhat alarmed.
Xenovia arrives with Hjalmar, and the two walk into the area with a quiet sense of conversation that ends before they climb up to the top row. She pauses to look at the gathering to see what is going on and then chooses a seat in the back. A glance goes up to Hjalmar, the Fianna with her and she offers him a seat to join her. Her bag is set down as a heavy load next to her feet, and she stretches out her left shoulder, before she decides to watch Faith carefully.
Brooke looks quite unhappy, her emotions rather easy to read moreso lately. When Lleu whispers to her, she replies rather fast and low. She then takes Lleutrim's hand a moment and squeezes it really hard, her other hand gripping the seat she is on. After a moment, she lets go and seems a little less unhappy for some reason.
As soon as Brooke takes his hand and squeezes it, Lleu looks sharply at her to see if /she/ is all right.
Hjalmar takes the offered spot and gives Xen a smile as he sits down before whispering something to her.
Xenovia leans over and whispers something very quietly to Hjalmar and gestures to her bag.
Brooke nods to Lleu and responds quickly. Her hands cradle her belly for now, as she closes her eyes.
Dragomir watches as Faith submits, and growls, "Negotiations with the Bastet are thin and hold only by a thread at the moment Faith Donahue. Your being attacked aggrivated them, and further opportunities for ones like August or even those among our Sept to undermine those dealings serve only to weaken us." He lifts his hand to point towards her, "You will seek a better understanding of the Garou Litany.. specifically, Do Not Suffer Thy People to Tend Thy Sickness. Learn from your mistake."
Xenovia hasn't quite taken her attention off of the scolding going on down front. She shows no emotion, and keeps her lips drawn in a fine line. However, when Hjalmar whispers to her, she slowly reaches down to pick up her heavy bag and hands it over to him to inspect.
Hjalmar takes the offered bag and checks it quickly. If all is alright, he focusses on the display again.
Skully is rapt on this exchange, witnessing Dragomir dispense judgement upon Faith with a solemn nod. His frown turns, and he glances over toward Lleutrim, checking on the Galliard cub momentarily but not lingering to single him out with a look. His silence is kept; it's a solemn occasion.
Lleutrim is not pleased about this development at all. His brows are lightly furrowed and his mouth a thinned line but no way is he butting into Dragomir's disciplining of Faith. He sits as silent as most and waits. An occasional eye to Brooke to make sure she's all right.
The silver wolf at the side of the entrance is unmoving, sitting on his haunches, watching. Sitting tall and proud, dark eyes between Faith and Dragomir as they speak. Though his nose flicks at the air when others enter, eyes flicking to the side very briefly to glance at them, but before returning to the two at the center of attention. He doesn't overly acknowledge anyone at the moment.
Howling-Wind is still listening attentively from one of the higher seats as the situation is dealt with, though his watchfulness turns to Lleutrim.
Silence. It is long and deep.. when those light blue eyes finally rise to meet the rage in those of the Silver Fang, Faith speaks calmly, quietly, her tone and her manner that of utmost submission, paired with a soft raise of her chin. Her life, his. "I am not a garou, I am not a judge, I submit to your wisdom, have no question of your glory, and no excuse for any dishonor I have brought. I can only plead the Fenrir you said you have not beat out of me yet for going straight from the patrol to his porch, Eye of the Storm Rhya. I know that part was wrong, and I informed on myself because I knew it was wrong as soon as it was done. But I have to beg you to enlighten me as to how my demanding their faceman use a gift to know my honesty when telling them that this accusation of rape was intolerable bullshit, or telling him that he's lucky YOU have more honor than HIS piece of shit Sun Lord does when he tells me he's afraid of his husband's safety in your presence, was suffering anyone to tend my sickness. I flatly refused, and turned him to you, just as I did August, when he suggested I speak to him. I had two options, come whining to you that someone had started adding rumors of non-consensual sex to the incident that had already started taking center stage like a hurricane of shit, or go kick in their motherfucking door and tell them THAT didn't happen and put a stop to it. I am not humble enough. I am flawed, and in many ways proud. But I was not acting on thinking myself wiser than you. I was acting on rage. I had two options. I did not even consider the first one until I was already telling him that I was going to pull someone's sex-parts out their nose through their navel before I even considered I shouldn't be there doing it. I need the wisdom of your lesson, and I submit myself to you as your student and your kinfolk Eye of the Storm Rhya. I don't know how to control the rashness of my behavior, but I deny thinking myself, in any way, your equal or better."
Iris comes in from Deep Forest - Mystic Valley
Amelia comes in from Deep Forest - Mystic Valley
Dragomir reaches down, with his half-gloved hand and lifts the crystal javelin up out of the ground and flourishes it smoothly. Listening to Faith's words he growls, "You are kinfolk. You do not suffer the Curse that we the Garou do. Gaia has not bestowed it upon you, because you are meant to be our Guide when it comes to maintaining our Rage." He gestures towards her, "We rely on your ability to stay calm, and negotiate with those we cannot." he growls and says, "What would have happened if you had encountered this Sun Lord again because you went to them? If your actions would have started a war." he waves the javelin around to point towards all the Garou and kinfolk present. "How many of their lives are worth your pride, Faith Donahue?" he levels his blue eyes back towards her once more.
"We cannot afford to be careless. We are a Nation, united. When we act, we must consider the ramifications for all around us." he gazes around the area. "These same Fera mock me, whisper lies, attack those I protect. I did not charge head strong into battle." he growls louder and says, "Not because I did not want to! But because Wisdom must prevail over Anger, if we are to Win this War." He growls, "We must be better than that. We must know when is the time for talk, and when is the time to confront." He points the javelin once more at Faith and says, "I will teach you humility Faith Donahue. I will teach you control. You must learn that no one bears the burden alone. Only a fool would try to carry the weight on their own. You long to be accepted and included within the Nation." he points towards the mud in the center of the Arena and says, "Then kneel, and beg forgiveness of your Family. So they may decide."
There is a sage nod and a deep grunt from Skully at the Silver Fang's words, his arms crossing over his broad chest as he witnesses the chastisement of Faith. His eye is on the Kinfolk woman now, seeing how she will respond; indeed, seeing what her character is made of.
Iris slips in with a rustle of wings through the gauntlet, her feathery back appendages folding and melding into the skin on either side of her spine to resemble tattoos again. What with it being the Win Magic portion of the month, it's all nice and graceful and she doesn't even fall on her face, hooray! She heads on over towards the buttload of people, quiet and ears open to get the lay of the land and the situation.
Donnachaidh is silent, though his gaze flickers briefly to Lights-the-Darkness and then to Skully, both. Lleu says nothing. The Galliard then looks back to Dragomir and Faith, paying very close attention to all that is said.
Hjalmar watches the scene unfolding and listens.. Only turning to whisper one last time to Xenovia, after which he presses his inded finger to his lips and returns to watching and listening.
Amelia didn't know that something was going on at the moment, but the Fianna Kinfolk hears Eye of the Storm-Rhya's words and she stops a bit off to the side as she heads into the Amphitheatre. Her sapphire gaze looks from the Silver Fang Elder then to the woman he's speaking to. She then looks over the crowd to see if she catches any other familiar faces and there's a nod to those who she doesn't know. Though she doesn't interrupt farther than that.
Lights-The-Darkness is continually still. Even the wolf's body language can't be read for anything more than calm, coolness. As if he watches the proceedings neutrally and with no opinion as yet. No visible opinion anyway. Eyes just watch Dragomir and Faith alternatively, not even really paying too much attention to the new people entering. Ears flick occasionally, proof that the silver wolf is also listening attentively. His maw tilted upward just a little.
Halona has NOTHING to say. SHe's pretty angry in general right now, and her eyes move from Faith to Dragomir and back again, slowly, then edge over toward Lleutrim and Brooke
Xenovia doesn't say a word either. She doesn't even whisper anymore as Hjalmar put a finger to his lips. She looks at Lights-The-Darkness nearby, the new people coming in and then down at the rest. A nudge is offered to Hjalmar to close the bag carefully once he's done. She doesn't want anything to roll loose down the aisle.
The bag is carefully returned to Xenovia by Hjalmar.
The words of the Silver Fang are heard, each one a lash atop a lash. Each one accepted as truth - without matter to the feelings that were recently expressed. The blue eyed kinfolk turns to look at the faces of those gathered, each one.. kinfolk, garou, kami, every set of eyes on the two of them in the area. Faith takes one knee, then the other and she speaks solemnly, but not quietly enough to not be heard by even those in the back of the rows. "I, Faith Anne Donahue, kinfolk of the Get of Fenris, dishonored my mentor Eye of the Storm, and put at risk this sept, its members, each one of which I have begged to have me as family. I have been taught better, and I let the lesson slide through my fingers. Then I failed to take responsibility for my unworthy behavior. Passion is no excuse for disobedience. I beg your forgiveness, and beg also for the opportunity to earn it. I love this Family with all of my heart and I want to be worthy of being one of you." When she's finished speaking, Faith lays her chest on the ground, her face against the floor of the arena.. her body is still as she waits for the crowd, the Half-Moon's response, and whatever will come.
Brooke grabs Lleu's hand again, taking her rage out on his appendage because that helps her since CANDY CRUSH CANNOT BE PLAYED HERE! The words she has been hearing, the story of what has happened does not please her one bit. If she were not in this current state... ok, well, she would still be silent, and keeping out of the punishment Faith is taking from her Alpha. As she hears Faith's words, she begins to lessen the white knuckle grip on Lleu's hand, and she looks to Dragomir for his reaction to this. She does not know the kin well enough, but this incident certainly has cast a certain shadow.
Amelia gives a look over towards Skully, because honestly he's the biggest thing here at the moment and he's missing an eye, plus she's never seen him before. She watches him for a moment and then when Faith speaks, the Lawyers attention falls back to her. There's a bit of a soft frown at what's going on, but again there's no commenting from the Kinfolk. She's just catching up with things and making notes mentally.
Skully catches Amelia looking at him and blinks at her with that squinty eye, looking confused for a moment. The look seems awfully comfortable on his face; likely he wears it often. Not recognizing her, he gives her a slight nod, but now Faith is taking Dragomir's words and making her contrition, and that's aimed at /everyone/. The gigantic Metis looks to Halona on his left questioningly, raising an eyebrow at her.
Lleutrim accepts Brooke's hard grip on his hand. He puts his other hand to her shoulder lightly to try and be some reassurance to the other Galliard, if he can. His mouth is a little pinched, watching. A murmur seems to be going up from the garou and kinfolk gathered in the amphitheatre. Some are shouting not to forgive Faith, some are arguring that she should be given another chance. Lleu finally speaks up, though he only be a Galliard Cub, "Please do not cast her out." Aye, he's not pleased with Faith himself by the scowl he has on his face, but he looks to others, "Skully ... Weathers-the-Storm, what say you?"
Maksim finds himself at the amphitheater, in the back. He's just seeing what's going on, for now. He stands, finding a spot to lean against, even if it's just a tree.
Hjalmar listens and watches.. And when Faith apologizes.. He sighs but keeps quiet and in this case.. Though for a moment only. "She shows true remorse.. And do we not all make mistakes? I say, give her a second chance. Let her work to right her wrong."
Amelia gives a bit of a smile to Skully and there's a dip of her head to the man. Though she gives a look back down to Faith and Dragomir as things progress. She's been around for awhile, but she's a quiet member of the Caern for the most part. There's a look to Maksim when he enters since he's not far from where she's posted up for the moment, a nod of her head in greeting to the man. Then she's looking back to the rest of the group gathered.
When Lleutrim calls him out, Skully clears his throat nervously, giving Halona another glance before he stands up. And up. And /up/. Seven-foot-fuck-the-sky, burly as a bear, and shy about speaking in public. The brawny Ahroun takes a deep breath, then speaks loudly, his voice a booming baritone that carries well throughout the Amphitheatre.
"She says she's sorry. Sorry's good. Pride ain't." The Wendigo Metis looks to Faith, giving her a deep nod. "I ain't for castin' out anyone. I been an outcast. Everyone has a purpose, and ain't no such thing as a lost cause this side'a the Wyrm. But if she wants to be Kinfolk, she gotta be Kinfolk. Acceptin' the price for makin' a mistake is a start, but... the mistake was a bad one. I say if she wants to make right with the Sept, that's good, but she's gotta make /right/ with the Sept. Set her a task that serves everyone and let people see she means it. That'll... that'll help folks see she belongs here. That's... that's all." Clearly embarrassed by his own grandstanding, the behemoth sits back down, grimacing to himself and folding his hands in his lap.
Halona reaches out and patpats Skully on the leg, just a couple of times. "Did good," she tells him softly and contemplates more to say
Hjalmar gives a nod at Skully after he voiced his opinion.
Iris helps highlight the totally not at all super nervous Skully by jamming a finger right in his direction, and saying, "Exactly what that enormous guy right there said, word for word." as to her own opinion on the whole matter. She might be late to the party, but she got the cliffnotes version of things, at any rate. Besides, the peace and love hippy Fury's all about the make right's and the second chances.
Howling-Wind looks up when Skully speaks and gives a bark of agreement/approval for the sentiment expressed, the Wendigo appear to have a consensus.
All right then. Lleutrim gives Skully a nod and then looks to others. To Brooke, to Halona and Sergei, to Iris, briefly to Lights-the-Darkness and then past that Silver Fang to raise his gaze up into the stands again where Xenovia and Hjalmar are. He looks like he's considering speaking up again when Brooke gets his attention. Lleu is standing now, but he listens and nods to her.
Xenovia leans forward after Hjalmar speaks up to put in his two cents. She's not yelling. She's not screaming either. In fact, the Shadow Lord Kami, looks right at Faith. "I believe she's shown humility and understands the danger that could have threatened her own life as well as others. Put her in task to rend wrongs right."
Faith is listening, or not - it would be hard to tell as she remains pressed to the cooling ground. She makes no utterance of noise, moves not a twitch. The kinswoman's submission is utter and total.
Lights-The-Darkness is still silent, but the wolf is listening, watching as Faith prostrates herself before the court, so to speak. His gaze turning on Skully as he speaks and then the rest at their reactions to what he says. Whether he ahs an opinion on it, or something to say himself, the wolf remains stoic and silent still. Listening but giving away nothing. Dark eyes remaining on those gathered.
If Skully seems embarrassed before, he's downright /blushing/ now as Garou and Kinfolk alike agree with him, hunching his shoulders as if someone the size of a living boulder could possibly shrink himself out of existence. He puts a hand on Halona's shoulder and gives it a squeeze -- maybe a bit harder than he intended -- and tries to respond to the nods and seconds by bowing his head. He has no experience with this; historically, any speaking up has been met with 'shut up, Skully' as the kindest response.
Maksim nods to Amelie as she looks his way, but then he goes back to quiet observation. He's not one to jump in anyway, and so he remains silent, just absorbing the event in an understated way.
Hjalmar steals a glance towards Xenovia after she's done telling her opinion and surpresses a smile at the words being whispered to him. He just gives a shallow nod and continues staring down to Faith and the others gathered here.
Brooke moves her feet off from the chair they were propped up on, and reaches for Lleutrim's hands so she can stand up. This baby had better be born fast, cause this is getting ridiculous for her. Once standing as tall as her pregnant belly will allow her, she speaks. "Faith. You have endangered my Alpha, my pack, and the Sept as a whole. You did not think things through, and you dishonored your mentor, my Alpha. But you have taken responsibility here, and I think you should be given a chance to make it right. One more chance I think should be given. As part, pending Eye of the Storm's approval, I insist that you come to my home for extended learning this week. I'm sure others will have their own requests as well."
Lleutrim licks his lips as he stands there, looking up at others to try and encourage them to speak. There's a lot of murmuring and some of it is hard to make out. As soon as he sees Brooke move to stand, he steps closer and indeed will help her up, a hand to her arm to steady her. "Aye," he says low, "Many here could name tasks so she could assist the Sept with if they would but /speak/ up. Give her one last chance that others, like myself, can also learn from this." He looks pointedly towards Lights-the-Darkness briefly, decides not to add any further comment. Lleu's right there to steady Brooke if she wishes to resume her seat. A glance back to Faith as well, kneeling there before Dragomir.
Oh, man; Lleu is entreating people to speak up again, with specific tasks this time. Skully rubs his bluff face, a deep growl rumbling through his chest -- he /hates/ this -- and says in that basso boom of his, "I, umm... I task her with makin' a gift for the Caern. To show humility. And, umm... unity. Find a gift that fits humblin' yourself and shows that you value your place. So everyone can see it." No standing this time; Numbskull is fine staying on his ass for this one, thanks.
Maksim has no idea what's going on, and he's not a 'rou anyway, so he leans back on that tree, hands in the pockets of his slacks and just observes. Nothing to say here.
Someone behind Xenovia and Hjalmar yells out, "Have her make cookies and cakes!" Xen puts her hands up behind her ears and turns around to see who said that. "Gawd." She shakes her head, "Have her teach other kinfolk the litany and why it is necessary to follow it."
"I've got some stuff needs doing and tending for a device I'm putting together for the benefit of the Sept, I wouldn't mind an assistant." Iris says, though she doesn't name a specific time or anything. Like everything else she does, she'll probably just highjack Faith at random when she's not busy with other tasks. Her Color String companion slips up out of her hair and forms a pair of tye dye devil's horns. Iris glances over at Skully, whom she doesn't know, and compliments with a quirk of a grin, "Nice one."
Halona pushes up to her feet finally with a sigh. "Making cakes and cookies? Other physical labor? Are we looking for an excuse to have free labor? Ridiculous." She shakes her head. "Learn the Litany, not just the words but what they MEAN. You have been a pain, Faith Donahue and your actions have potentially caused very real harm to this Sept and the pack. What do YOU think would make up for the trouble and the harm you have caused?" There is quite a bit of venom to her tone, jaw slightly clenched. She's been sitting here quietly FOREVER, it seems.
Lights-The-Darkness looks at Lleutrim, seeming to notice his gaze, or perhaps as he was speaking those exact words, it drew the silver wolf's attention quite specifically. The looks earns him a slight dip of that silver maw, just a slight, reading into that whatever he may. Yes begin to flicker around the stadium once more, to those gathered, listening quietly, taking it all in. Still yet, he offers no words, maybe he will not.
Hjalmar nods at Skully and speaks up again. "Aye. A gift that.." He falls silent at that shout about cookies and cake, glancing around to Xenovia and then back. "As I wanted to say... A gift that would serve the whole Caern, the sept. Like Skully there, opted." He gestures to the giant. "That sounds like a good one to me."
Howling-Wind glances over at Lleu, still in Lupus and says, in perfectly understandable English "And Learn this cub. If you had passed your rite and she was your mate in truth rather than wish this would be a much different conversation. Your renown among the Nation would be at risk and you would lose face for having a Mate who was an embarrassment."
Amelia gives a look around and there's a bit of a nod at the words from Skully. She doesn't have anything to add to it though. She doesn't know the woman in question that well and there's not much she can suggest on her end. Though when Halona speaks there's a nod to her suggestion, "Learning the Litany is always a good suggestion." the Irish woman nods to this.
Brooke will take a seat again, as standing is just not doing her any favors right now.
Dragomir listens, considering the Sept as they task the kinfolk and give her the price of her redemption. He nods his head after things calm down once more, and he turns to look towards Faith. "Your Family has spoken. They have given you the price of your redemption, and demand of you these things to be forgiven for your actions in their eyes." He lifts his half-gloved hand to calm the storm of words being flung. "It is not the place of the Kinfolk to teach the Litany, but Like the Wind is Wise to remind that it is all of our responsibilities to know and understand not only the words, but the meaning. I have taught you the words, and sought to teach you the meaning."
Dragomir turns to hear Howling-Wind's words and nods, "It is true that the actions of one's mate reflects on the Garou." he turns to look back towards Faith and says, "You have come a long way since we met Faith Donahue. I hold you to the same standard I would hold of my own Tribe's kinfolk. Rise and know that you are not rejected by your Family, but given a chance to learn and make amends. It is not an easy road, but I am sure that you will find your feet and redeem yourself quickly enough. Humble yourself, and honor these requests put before you - that is how you honor me once more."
"Thank you, ma'am," Skully replies with a deep bow of his head to the unfamiliar Iris, still awfully tense about having to speak out so much. "I, umm... don't think we've met. Time for that later, but... umm... we will." He rubs the back of his neck again, then scratches behind one of his big ears, putting a hand back on Halona's shoulder for emotional support.
Lleutrim turns to face the lupus Ahroun who addresses him. To Sergei he respectfully inclines his head and replies, "I understand that fully, Howling-Wind-rhya. If she were sent away, or if I should fail in my own duties, we harm each other." He looks to Faith, listening to all the others finally responding more fully. Even Halona.
Speaking of cubs, "I want your assistance as well." Iris notes to Lleutrim with a poke poke of her finger in his direction. Might as well spread the instructional love around. "Sure thing, buddy." Iris agrees to Skully then at the proposition of future introductions and the like. She nods as well to Halona and Dragomir both, but doesn't add, just acknowledging the wisdom of practical and refresher learning.
The kinswoman rises, and only to her knees.. when Faith speaks it is once more soft, but with a voice that carries. She speaks directly to the Half-Moon, her hands resting on her thighs and eyes cast to the ground on which his feet stand. "I am grateful to the family that gives me the opportunity to learn to be a good kinfolk, and to make amends for my transgression." Nothing more is said, and she then gets from her knees to her feet, hands clasping at the small of her back, head still canted to one side in submission to the garou beside her.
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Xenovia suddenly turns around again and looks to the left of the arena. She eye spies Viktor coming in with a few others and then she nods his way. She motions to an empty seat to her right, since Hjalmar is seated to her other side. It may seem he's made it to the tail end of a certain punishment down front and center.
<<Sacrifice. Answer always sacrifice.>> The silver wolf at the top of the Ampitheatre finally speaks, standing to its full regal height. <<Cost nothing. Mean nothing. Learn nothing.>> The wolf's dark eyes fall to Faith, maybe he waited so long on purpose. <<What cost Faith Donahue? What can't she lose? This is cost. Good suggestions. Little sacrifice. This is contrition. Proof pack. Proof Sept. Proof Nation. More important than self.>> With that the Lights-the-Darkness falls silent again, sitting back on his haunches and letting it proceed.
Hjalmar whispers for a moment with Xenovia and nods to her once at something she whispers to him. He keeps watching the happening through it all... Not wanting to miss even a bit of it.
Viktor moves quietly through the back and finds the spot next to Xenovia. There he sits and tries to figure out what is going on exactly
Lights-the-Darkness speaking up doesn't seem to surprise Skully at all, and he nods to the Silver Fang Theurge, though his manner is grim in doing it. "A price to be paid," he agrees in a low rumble, though he suggests nothing; merely expressing that this is the traditional way of things.
"You'll have it then, Mercy's-Messenger-rhya." Lleutrim answers Iris immediately. He watches Faith a moment longer, also grim faced with the briefest glance to Lights before he resumes his seat next to Brooke.
Amelia pulls her sweater a little closer around her and then turns to see about heading out of the amphitheatre without interrupting the proceedings that are going on. She was just stopping by to do her usual check in and all. She makes her way quietly out the way she came.
When it looks like everything is wrapping up and some are starting to leave, Lleu checks on Brooke once more to make sure she's fine, then he walks over not to Faith, but to Skully. He looks around, then back the Metis, "I don't see Defiant-Storm-rhya here, but I owe you a spar. You still up for it?"
Maksim shifts on his feet as the event starts to wind down and he steps away from the tree and moves down into the amphitheater toward the mass off people below.
Xenovia looks between those sitting with her now, "It's getting late and I have to get back before curfew." Yeah she has one. "It was nice meeting you, Hjalmar." She smiles politely, and notices the others moving about now. "I've got about 20 minutes to get back before my cell rings for check-in. Viktor, are you staying?" She looks to Lleu, Skully, Faith, and then over to Lights. She nods his way since he's closer to her than the others. "Goodnight, Lights-the-Darkness'rhya. I wish I could stay, but.." she shrugs.
Skully smiles at Lleutrim, rising from his seat and rolling his shoulders. "No time like the present," he agrees, nodding deeply and looking over to the proving grounds. "If Defiant Storm-rhya needs to witness it, we can always do it again. You want to go fists, claws, or fangs, LLeu?" The big Metis lopes his way over to the battle circle, apparently ready for whatever type of combat is offered, and in /this/ at least he doesn't seem to mind being in front of a crowd.
Hjalmar looks to Xenova now and nods, giving her a warm smile as well. "It was an important thing for you to see. So even though it is not a matter for celebration... I am glad to have been able to make you attend." He places a hand on her shoulder and gestures towards where they came from. "Nee me to guide you back as well?"
