2019.04.28:BladePresentation

Blade Presentation
An ancient Ancestor, a Modern Elder, A kin-shaman, and a repaid debt
IC Date	April 28th, 2019
IC Time	Night time
Players	Branton, Journey, Vesta, Iris, Skully, Brooke, Troy Jameson, Paul
Location	Gaian Garou Caern
Prp/Tp	None
Spheres	Gaian Garou
Theme Song	A theme song for the log

Journey is sitting at a fire with Vests, both of them at a log, watching while Stephen, two years old and full of beans, runs around with about four Lupus, playing with him. Pounce and feint and sneeze and charge and pounce and giggle. It's a scene. Stephen's having fun.

Branton comes walking down the tunnel from the surface with Iris, he's carrying a large wooden presentation case about six feet long and four feet wide. Its shaped in the style of a traditional Japanese gift box, writ very very large. Branton seems somewhere between shellshocked, solem, and wrung out.

Vesta is cuddled up to her mate, watching the child. She just shakes her head as she watches, grinning ear to ear. Her son is the single cutest child she has ever met EVER. When Branton comes in, she nudges Journey just a little and motions his way.

Iris is there both as girlfriendy support, moral support, and possibly physical support if Branton ends up deciding he no longer has any knees. She's not wrung out, but she is quite swoony and all smiles! "I'm not sure you should have drunk that red bull's juice, Branton. I mean it smells like delicious melted gummy bears, but I still don't see any wings and you still look tired!"

Journey looks to Vesta as he gets Mate-pointed at Branton and Iris, and smiles, lifting a hand in greeting, though, Branton's moving with a messed up sort of purpose and both a fine work sort of box, but the look of post creation burnout. Branton's obviously busy right now, no need to command his attention at the moment. He'll find him in a bit.

Branton is moving towards Journey with that purpose, nodding to Iris as he talks (sounding sort of stoned) "Yeah, but he was born under the waning crescent, and so was Journey. They need to meet while its still that moon."

"Yeah, I know, but try not to have a stroke, okay?" Iris asks. Sure she's concerned, but she gets it. There's no insistance about anything from her, from taking it easy to 'maybe you should do it later', but that's also why she's there for possible physical support. "Hello!" she says to Journey and Vesta when they get a bit closer up, "I brought twizzlers!" she announces, and offers some candy around to garou, kin, lupus, whoever wants a lace. Wolves love twizzlers! And these ones are *celebratory* twizzlers!

Journey rises as Branton makes his way to him, moving from the fire, and nodding to Branton, "Hello Branton, you look like you have something to say, please." He gestures, giving Branton the floor.

Branton offers Iris a slightly sideways attempt at a reassuring smile before nodding to Journey "Not...exactly. Someone else does though." And he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them and speaking with a strange light in his eyes and a strange echo in his voice "Greetings from Muteki-no-toki son of owl. Your line once did mine a great favor, your ancestor saved my life. This Klaivesmith son of Pegasus agreed to carry our gift from legend and debt into fact and Silver."

<OOC> Branton says, "Also, I know its a thing that rite names are in Garou not human languages but she wasn't going to try and make a human form jaw pronounce that shit" Invincible-Sword-Princess

Iris grins so much more when Branton makes his announcement to Journey and presents his gift. I mean yes, it's really, really weird, but there's some crazyass pride in her kinfolk channeling an Ancestor. How often does that happen, you know? But for this, for this she can stand the fuck still for a second and just witness the amazing.

For once, Skully's arrival isn't presaged by off-key singing and big ol' stompin' boots. He's not there, and then he is: long arms folded over barrel chest; leaning back against a tree about a dozen paces away; larger than life and surprisingly quiet. His sole eye watches with interest, but he doesn't interrupt even to say hello, because sooner or later Stephen will notice him anyway and do that for him. For now he's just curious what he's wandered upon today.

Journey straightens at the Channeling, listening carefully, eyes widening slightly, giving a momentary nod to the words, in understanding and following along with the words. People say Journey's crazy, but he switches gears into the strangest shit with nary a bump, "I understand. Please continue, let Honor be satisfied this day, and all days following bring relief of this burden." He intones, giving this the gravitas it deserves.

Stephen is with the lupus, playing, moving as they guide him, wolves herding a two year old, out of the way to an attractive young Kinfolk Stephen goes to readily.

Brooke had a feeling something was up. She had recently returned from her trip up North to her home Sept, and was coming here to speak with someone about the next Moot. Of course, that inkling has led her to her Alpha, pack, and various friends.

Trudging along after Brooke is Troy, who has his Galliardy radar on it seems. He is wearing a new guitar along his back, a button down flannel shirt and a pair of worn jeans. He looks curious at the gathered, lifting a hand upwards in salutations.

A big hand fishes into Skully's pocket, pulling out a pack of Lucky Strikes. He opens the pack, shaking out... a cinnamon Jolly Rancher, which he pops into his mouth before replacing the pack of cigarettes. He greets the newcomers with a respectful but silent nod from his place a dozen paces away, leaning on a tree and not intruding. He wants to see what's goin' down, but has zero intent in taking part.

Branton nods on the behalf of the spirit he's channeling and he briefly balances the enormous case on one hand and lifts the lid so the case opens facing Journey. Revealed within is a bright polished crescent of pure silver nestled in black silk. A blurr and a flicker as the light reflecting off it resolves the shape into a Nodachi of breath-taking size and quality. And a grade of pure silver only rarely ever seen. Still with the strange echo in his voice and the spirit light in his eyes "This is Boyaketa mikadzuki, the Blurred Crescent. Grand Klaive of Two spirits. Lune Blessed and Imbued with Mongoose Speed. May you fly through the hordes of the Wyrm and leave them dead for breaths before they notice."

Iris stands nearby Branton, just beaming pleased pride and swoony goodness while watching the whole formal exchange take place. She should probably be way more stoic and 'professional' right now, but she's fundimentally incapable of that, so fuck it, grinning like an idiot it is! Although, you know, that's a lot of silver, and she unconciously takes a step back once it's box is opened up, but the instinctive action doesn't diminish the awe in her expression at the sight of it.

Journey looks into the box and blinks at the blade contained within, listening carefully, and nods, looking to Branton/Muteki-no-toki and taking a srep forward, inwardly bracing himself for the effect, he smoothly, with no show of the draining of the energy from him from this much Silver, he lifts the blade effortlessly, turning the blade in his hand, expression changing as the deadly Silver blade moves through the air, and he breathes, "Oh this is incredible." He looks at the weapon, tilting here and there, inspecting it carefully, sighting down the length and feeling the balance.

Brooke walks closer, giving a nod to each of them, and even points a finger at Troy in a 'I need to chat with you later' motion. Then all eyes go on the Klaive. WIDE HUGE eyes looking at that master work of art. "Daaaammmmnn." she cannot help but whisper. "Branton, that is... truly art."

Giving a silent thumbs up to Brooke, Troy turns his attention to the gathering and gives a slow stop of his forward movement. His eyes widen at the size of the klaive, holding his breath. ".. Damn." He breathes out through his lips.

There is an audible intake of breath from Skully as the blade is revealed, as even at that distance it practically hums its pedigree and you can nearly /smell/ the craftsmanship on the Grand Klaive. "Iktomi," he mutters under his breath in surprise, blinking a few times. He crunches down on his Jolly Rancher, smiling a little and shaking his head and the gigantic damn blade.

Branton stand there still holding the box still while Journey gets to know his new sword. "I have waited for a confluence of opportunities. The spells and tools to make a blade perfect enough to bear these spirits in the mind of one that his tribe had trusted with a Klaivehammer. This vessel is an asset to your community and proved willing to make the sacrifices required."

Iris takes another two steps back. She ain't scared! Okay maybe it's a touch nervous making sure, but a man's gotta have room to swing his big huge phallic instrument of doooooooooom around. It's what they do. While she's getting some distance, she happens to notice all these people that have been drawn here! She offers a wave and a stupid big grin to everyone, even Troy, who I cannot remember if she's ever met.

Journey nods as he listens, hefting the weapon, feeling the balance and nods, "Indeed, Branton Kholer has made great strides, personally and for the Nations and has earned the trust bestowed upon him."

Jesus Christ, there's a group of people watching as Branton presents an open box to Journey and Journey is holding a gigantic fucking SILVER sword, feeling the wright of it.

Saturday Night with the Garou.

Brooke hmms, "Yes, he has. I remember being there when he was just learning the basics. How far he has come. Very awesome. I'm sure the spirits will be commending you."

Paul walks into the meadow quietly, his eyes glancing around to see who was present. He respectly nods to each of them but remains quiet as they are talking. His eyes go to the huge sword in Journey's hand as he catches the end of the conversation. Greetings can be made later.

"Got him a way with spirits an' the makin'a things," Skully adds in agreement, a tone of pride in his voice for his fellow craftsman. He inclines his head Braton's way and follows up with, "Damn fine bit'a work there, Branton. Even by your already-elevated standards. Thing looks sharp enough to shave the edge off a soft breeze. Hell of a thing."

Branton gives a smile that isn't his and then offers a bow to Journey, placing the case that still contains the klaive's scabbard in it at the Elder's feet. When he straightens up he droops a bit as the extra light in his eyes flickers out.

The Ancestor spirit departs, her business finished.

Journey swiftly sweeps the blade into an underhanded grip, the blade settling along the length of his arm and up his shoulder as his other hand reaches out to Branton as the controlling spirit leaves, "Whoa, okay?"

Iris doesn't add anything. She could, but there's a very good chance she'd blather, so it's best to just keep one's mouth shut. She cant help asking at Journey though, "Well, you know what this means. You have to go on an epic quest to slay a foe even more epic than a Thunder Hydra. Cause at this point. I mean." She just flops her hand towards the ENORMOUS SILVER SWORD, "You're basically a nuke or whatever." When she looks to Branton and notes the departure of the ancestral shining eyes, she puts an arm around him steadyingly. Just in case.

Brooke grins. "He was a nuke before. Now he is a Death Star." Yep, got to go for the best references she can come up with. Granted that one may be a bit much, but she does admire her Alpha.

Paul's eyes widen as he he steps just a little closer to get a better look at the sword, "Wow, never seen better craftsmanship. That's even better than the last one he showed us." He grins over at Branton with admiration in his eyes.

Iris's eyes get big as they turn to Brooke, "There's a *death star*??" Taking it totally wrong, and probably trying to mentally plot out how to find an actual star of death in actual space.

Branton is leaning on Iris a bit and smiles "We worked it out so you and the sword are moon twins. Probably the hardest crafting I've ever done but when an Ancestor spirit that old and your Totem both show up and ask you to do a thing?" Branton Shrugs "Like I'd tell them no?"

Journey nods, "Well you look like you need about a fortnight of sleep, man." He brings the blade around once more, displaying it, "This is incredible and you've hit the finish line on it, you can rest." He says, smiling, looking down, "That the scabbard? I need to connect to these spirits and work to make this a part of myself."

Skully shakes his head again, smiling to himself and keeping his arms crossed over his chest. "Perfect size for pokin' the Wyrm in the eye, if'n you ask me," he comments, chuckling a little to himself. He sighs, looking the blade over again, and adds, "Nuke indeed. Damn thing looks like it could split an atom."

Branton nods at Journey and grins "Yep. Its not magic though, just pretty." Chuckling softly to himself like its the funniest thing he's ever heard. Dude's had a rough couple weeks.

Iris lightly bonks heads with Branton, but that's about all the PDA she goes for. Outside the supporting haf snugs, that is. "You make the most amazing stuff." She offers the guy some twizzlers. To keep his strength up, of course. She glances around to give a smile at the distant Skully, "Hey! I haven't seen you in ages! C'mere and give us some smooshins." she holds her free arm out in huggy invitation at the giant. And of course there's a "Hello!" aimed at Paul.

Journey nods, bending down and sweeping up the scabboard, with a grin, looking at it, and looks to Paul, smiling, then around to everyone, "Hi everybody." He shows off the sword, with the scabbard showing it to people as close, or as far as they're comfortable.

Brooke shrugs to Iris. "Good question. Let's hope we never run into it ourselves." Her eyes do not leave the klaive as Journey shows it off.

Paul grins at Iris, "Hey there Miss Iris, how's it going?" But as most of the others, his attention seems centered on the amazing blade. He does give a deep respectful nod to Journey when he shows the weapon, "Evenin', Sir. That's somethin' really worthy of an Elder like you." He chuckles then hearing Brooke. "Hey Miss Brooke. You are sure right. I would /never/ wanna get on Mister Journey's bad side for sure."

No arguments from Skully; he sidles up to the Black Fury and wraps those gorilla arms around her to give her a big ol' hug, laughing with amusement. "Been buildin' a house an' handlin' some business, but most'a that's done now. Good to see you, ma'am. Good to see the lot'a you, point'a fact."

"Me too! Except none of that." Iris says with a sagely nod at Skully. "I did polish a big huge rock, though. Check out these guns," Iris flexes her awesome muscles at the fellow while striking impressive poses one armed. "Oh I'm'a find it." she assures Brooke, concerning the Death Star. "And it's gonna be amazing! How's it goin, Paul?"

Journey shows the blade, then smoothly slides the blade into the sheathe, holding it with a relaxed, casual confident grip. He looks around and looks to Branton, then Iris, "You got him? He's gonna come down hard with little warning."

Branton nods at Skully and grins "Good to see you too. I've started studying Alchemy, got more stuff to share when I stop hearing colors and shit." Then there is more giggling.

"Yeah, don't worry." Iris says with a sappy grin at Journey, "I wont let him fall down and get drain bamaged." She puts her other arm to use though, just in case the guy goes all dead weight on her or something. "Wanna sit down, or go home?" she asks of Starshine McBaldfire.

Stephen, off to the side, in Lisas arms, watches and looks at Lisa, "Daddy Sword." He makes little punching gestures, "Workin out."

Paul smiles to Iris, "Doing real good. Busy, but good. Smoke's doing great, expanding more at Sunhome, and learning more stuff myself. Nothing on Branton's level. Yet. But I'm working on it." He gives Branton a concerned look then. "Maybe you outta sit down somewhere. Take it easy."

Branton grins at Iris and looks down at the fetish pouch on his belt "Por que dos?" And reaches in for a little scrap of mist.

"Lookin' downright diesel there, Mercy's Messenger-rhya," Skully comments approvingly, patting his own bicep in solidarity. He looks to Branton, giving a slow nod, and says, "Alchemy, huh? Gonna have to have us a talk 'bout that, see if'n we can't summon up a few unusual notions to try out."

Back when it was said that Iris is concerned yet understanding, that's still true. She's also a bad influence and-or enabler. She's got an inkling of what Branton's got in mind, and rather than something slightly more rational, she instead grins and says, "Okay, but if you get lost, you let me know so's I can have dibs on all your stuff." And also rescue him, presumably. That said, she helps Branton down into a nice sitting position. "Thanks, man!" she tells Skully, and she tells Paul encouragingly, "Keep practicing, once you've blown yourself up the requisite number of times, you'll get much better!"

Journey looks at Branton and Iris and moves back slightly, looking to Skully, nodding, "There's been a lot of things happening here and there." He smiles, "Like you might have noticed." He looks around, then down to the weapon in his hands, still getting used to the concept.

"Beggin' your pardon, Shaderunner-rhya, but that ain't never not the case," Skully replies in his low rumble with a slight smirk, shrugging his shoulders. He adjusts his eyepatch, wrinkling his broad nose a bit. "Place may as well be a public whiteboard for all the changes in theme from minute to minute."

Branton vanishes in a puff of mist making a 'wheeeeeeeeeeeeee' sound as he goes.