2023.05.10 A Change in Daylight
| 2023.05.10 A Change in Daylight | |
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| Agnes Daylight, the 63-year-old lost cub, discovers The Island, spirits, some truths about the Nation, and her own nature. | |
| IC Date | 05.10.23 |
| Players | Evan, Irsa,.Iris, Pandora, Rhapsody, Trey |
| Location | The Island |
| Spheres | Garou, Bastet |
The Island - Southern Beach
Only the southern beach of the island seems to be accessible from this spot. A large cliff face rises high up into the sky and seems to circle all the way around this small portion of beach. There are trees on this side of the cliff facing and a little patch of forest off to the northeast, but the cliff facing goes out into the water a good ways. There is definitely no way around unless one were to want to try swimming it but that might not be a good idea. To the north a long pathway leads up to a large sprawling manor house which seems to be built right into the cliff facing.
It's mid afternoon, not long after the big reveal at Curry Corner. After a tearful revelation, and much soothing, the garou have managed to coax Agnes onto the ferry. It's a hour-long ride over, and Agnes doesn't speak much on the way. She's lost in her thoughts, looking over the water and the horizon beyond. Irsa meets the group at the dock, both hands shoved into her pockets. "How's it," she greets the others.
Rhapsody is right there with Agnes, taking her arm to walk her off the ferry. "Hey Irsa." She looks to Agnes with concern and says, "Probably still in shock with all the information so far."
"Entertaining." Mercy answers Irsa with a grin, looking worn out from her sacrifice but entirely happy. She stands by to let other people off and do the typical mom thing of looking back the way they came to make sure no one forgot anything obvious before following onto the dock with a thankful wave at their ferryman.
Trey waves and offers a quiet smile, noting the subdued mood and looking curious about it. Meros had been nice enough to pop over and explain to him what was going on once Iris passed word, and since he was here testing out a new fetish, he was happy to offer input. He offers Agnes a smile and says, "Afternoon, Ms. Daybreak," remembering her all too well from the library. "Well enough," he says to Irsa, "And looks like it's been an interesting day."
Joezeppi (the gnawer kin ferryman) had been spending most of the ferry ride being pestered by Evan for tales of the shit he's seen coming too and from the island and boy has he ever seen some shit. Evan waves farewell enthusiastically as he heads out onto the beach "This is such a cool place." Then he adds to Agnes "I have never been out to the Island before either. I hear its quite nice."
Pandora felt kind of bad about ripping the bandaid off for poor Aggie, so she's rather quiet on the ride over, just keeping an eye out - as if she could STOP anything from happening, but she can bail over the side if she has to.
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Agnes blinks around owlishly at the group, surprised to see so many people here in the midst of such green splendor. "It's so beautiful here. How have I never been to this place before? I've lived in Prospect for over thirty years." She peers up at Irsa, her expression shifting to a concerned one at the sight of all her scars. It's the same look she wore for Mercy earlier in the day. "Hello, dear. Goodness, you're a tall, strong-looking young woman. I'm Agnes Daylight, it's nice to meet you." The old woman looks around the docks, a bit uncertainly. "Here, Abuelita," Irsa rumbles. "Why don't ya let Rhapsody an' Evan help you down? We'll head over to th' firepit over yonder. I already got it set up." There's a small fire there, cheerily blazing away. "I dunno if you got much t' eat for lunch, and I figured we could eat an' talk a bit."
Rhapsody will take one arm of Agnes to help her off the ferry and to follow Irsa to the firepit, Evan can take her the other arm. "Come on. There really is much of Prospect you have not seen, and most of it right in front of your eyes. It's a new world to you now, as the veil is lifted from you. But you have us to help you out and we will not abandon you. In fact, you have a whole Nation that will welcome you with open arms."
Evan will totally help the nice old lady off the ferry as he tells her "According to the stories I heard it was caught outside of time by the blessing of the spirits when it was attacked a long time ago by the forces of evil. Then a few years ago a group of shifters seeking the blessing of a spirit called Peregrine, the guardian of misfits and outcasts, got shown the way here and were able to break the spell and defeat the evil that had been trapped here. Its still mostly hidden I think, the tales are a bit light on the specifics and practicalities though."
Mercy hoists her purse and her stomach makes some arglebarglerarrarrar sounds at the mention of food. "Whatter we havin?" she asks while bringing up the rear. She doesn't pile on for Agnes though, poor lady's head is probably about to explode, or implode, one of the two.
Trey walks alongside the group, falling into step near Iris, his strides easy. His shoes are in one hand, and he's wearing jeans rolled up a bit above the ankles. Evan's tale is one he hadn't actually heard before; he ohs and listens, hrming. Now he wants to find out who did it. He offers his packmate a baggie of pecans to tide her over -- he's gotten into the habit of carrying vegan, clean food. "This," he tells the group, "Is one of my favorite places ever."
Pandora brings up the rear. She's totally here, but hanging back just a little bit, keeping a little distance - not because she's antisocial, just because SOMEONE needs to be able to be .. objective... if shit goes REALLY far south. Silly as it might be to think about, and less necessary in a place like this, Pandora just keeps an extra eye out.
Irsa follows after the others, letting the more empathetic people here take the lead. She's content to hang back, keeping a watcful eye out on the treeline just in case some wild Gorgon appears. She bumps shoulders companionably with Pandora as they walk. The food around the fire are all simple things -- burgers, brauts, pineapple slabs for grilling, marshmellows, a veggie and fruit cheese, several types of bread, potato salad, and several types of freshly-gathered berries. Agnes sits down on a log near the firepit, smoothing her hands over her yellow-and-white floral print skirt. "How is all this possible?" she asks, looking around at the others. "Why do you all have magic, and why do you turn into wolves? What does 'Garou' mean? Is it derived from loup-garous? And spirits are real -- do you mean ghosts, or the spirits of the land?" She's might be ignorant, but she's not asking bad questions.
Evan grins at Agnes "Well there's a word that sounds like that in lots of languages, Old French has 'garoul' which is where your example came from and there's garō in japanese. But our word didn't come from those, those words came from us. We have always been from when mother Gaia created us to be her warriors in the dawning of the world. As for Spirits, in my story that was specifically about spirits of the land but as for Ghosts? I leave them to more expert sorts to speak on."
Mercy gives Trey a grin and elbow pokes her packmate. Admittedly, she gets a little rushed when they get close to the camp fire, trotting ahead and grabbing the first thing she can gets her hands on, a slab of pineapple. That goes diredly into her face without questioning where it came from or how it was grown for once. "Ohthat'ssogood!" she says. With her mouth full, she nods and thankfully refrains from talking, but between ravenous bites she does say, "Very ancient breed of critter from back when people were, like, just out of their caves and hadn't become apex predators in their own right yet."
Trey volunteers himself to help with the food, smiling. With the assembled group here, there's a lot of wisdom to bring to bear on the subject, though he'll certainly be happy to help if needed. He's about to volunteer that he doesn't turn into a wolf at all, but stops himself so as not to confuse the situation further. Given his penchant for talking too much, it's a harder thing than it might seem. Finally, he notes, "The shifting peoples pre-date much of human development," by way of explanation. "Born to a purpose and made to take shapes that allow us to fulfill our purpose."
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Rhapsody lets the others fill in more technical historical stuff. "The why though is because it is a blessing from Gaia. Based on which moon we are born under, we have different magic that is easier for us. You were born under the Crescent moon. Like me. Like Irsa. That makes us stronger with the spirits.
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"Warriors?" Agnes looks between all the young people here, taking in all the scars. "Oh no, you're not fighting humans, are you?" she asks, looking alarmed. "Or each other? That's not neccessary, surely?" She's far from violent, with that kindly temperment. "What do you do with spirits, exactly?" she asks. "I'm a librarian, I'm not sure how that would be helpful as a-- crescent moon?"
Evan nods at Rhapsody's point "And I was born under the Gibbous moon, I'm a storyteller and history keeper." At Agnes' next question "Well sometimes we fight humans, and sometimes other shifters who've lost their way. We defend Gaia. We, the Garou that is, are champions of the living world."
Trey doesn't offer an auspice or role, of course, but looks thoughtful at the questions being asked. More than once he starts to open his mouth, and then instead helps Irsa start the cookout. "Mercy," he asks, quietly. "Do you think meeting Meros would answer some questions or do you think it would just raise more?"
"Spirits are all around us, all the time, and they help shifters and even humans all the time." Mercy says, wiping her mouth with the hem of her shirt, "Think of Disney's Fantasia, if that helps, or old mythologies. Muses, the spirits of inspiration, spirits of frost that set icy patterns in puddles during winter. A tree that always made you feel safe and loved when you sat under it, unlike any other tree in the park. There's good ones and bad ones, just like with everything else. Spirits of sludge and smog that try to whither plants or poison fish. We fight the bad ones, whether they're spirits, horribly corrupt humans, evil werewolves, mutant cannibal monsters from deep underground, whatever pops up. We're like super hippies." She looks to Trey and says, "Meros is too... normal. Um... Oh, try an Usha, everyone loves Ushas!" she suggests with a grin, and looks to the other Garou, "Assuming no one else will find that disruptive to the current situation, that is!"
Rhapsody hmms, "I think a spirit would be helpful. We need show and tell more than just tell." She offers to Agnes, "How about you get a bit of food? That usually helps settle the mind a bit too when you are so surprised and learning new things."
"Oh dear, I could never kill people," Agnes says, looking even more alarmed. "Is killing the only way? Why not imprison the terrible people, or rehabilitate them? You must be among humans, do you ever teach them your path? And when you say you defend the earth, do you mean like Greenpeace or Sea Shepherd?" She's taking all this information in, but of course it's all new to her and takes time to process. "Young man, what I do now is closer to your galliard moon," she says to Evan. "Are you certain I'm a crescent moon?" Irsa leans in to murmur to Pandora and Trey. "She ain't askin' bad questions. Hell, she'd make a decent no-moon." The Bone Gnawer brings a plate over to the old woman, hearing Rhapsody's suggestion.
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Evan chuckles at Agnes "To be entirely fair, there is a non-trivial amount of overlap between Galliard and Theurge as far as lorekeeping and teaching of it. We don't get to interact with humans directly a lot, even when we keep our nature a secret they can sense the predator in us on an instinctive level. It really depends on how strong willed the human is and how rage prone the Garou. But yeah, violence isn't the answer to every problem and we often find another way but some problems can't be negotiated with. Like giant ice lizards throwing snowballs the size of a small hill. Then you just run."
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Trey murmurs back to Irsa and Pandora, "She's asking great questions, honestly. And is taking it with a lot of analysis and thought."
He smiles at Mercy's suggestion, nodding, and says, "I think I'll let Rhapsody take the lead, but if she'd like, I can summon while she explains," looking over to the mystic as he mentions her name.
He settles down with a plate, having taken a sampling of everything, pretty much. The 'ice lizards' comment makes him chuckle, though, and add, "Being part of the fight doesn't always mean being a combatant."
"Me either," Mercy tells Agnes, "I cant kill human beings. They're dumb some times but they also don't know what they're doing, they're just blind babies. Monsters though, hell yeah. Some people have seriously sold their souls to pure evil, and we're not talking about rapes and serial killings and stuff, we're talking the worst things you could possibly imagine and then some. Humans, sure, do the Sameritan thing and leave them for their own kind's law and do what you can to help teach them to be better. The other things though... You cant rehabilitate a vampire into being something other than an undead predator that loses their empathy and humanity over the long, long years. You cant rehabilitate a wizard that's willfully gone down a path of evil and demons for the sake of personal power. With evil shifters, the best we can do is put them down for their own good. Let their souls go to Erebus - sort of our version of hell - if possible to atone for their sins before they're allowed to be reborn." She adds to Trey, "Make sure you got them feets in the water when you summon, cause it's not gonna step foot on land."
Rhapsody nods to Agnes, "The spirits have taught me the way to check and see what moon someone is born under. Truthfully, even Theurges like us, those born under the crescent moon, we learn, tell stories, teach. Not necessarily as great as our galliard brothers and sisters, but we do. And killing, it happens. It is not the choice we all want to make, but never innocents. We protect the innocents. There are some, that have taken the wrong path. An evil path. They might kill innocents. Just because you are one of us, does not mean you are going to be the one going out and doing any of that now. If anything, I think you can do more teaching those that are not as experienced in the human world all about it."
Agnes turns to listen carefully to Mercy and Rhapsody, nodding along here and there in agreement. "I know, some things that people to each other are truly terrible. I'm glad to hear garou don't kill humans unless they absolutely must. That would be terribly cruel and unfair." Kindred souls, vibing together! "Vampires and wizards are real things, truly? Oh my." She samples a strawberry as she thinks over what she's heard. "You said you work with spirits, but why?" she asks, the most obvious question of all. At the mention of summoning one, she looks up inqusitively. Irsa sits down next to Rhapsody, munching away on a burger and some potato salad. She's a growing Gnawer.
Evan nods at Agnes "I've never even had to decide if I would kill. I'm super new, only just out of what you can think of as basic training. My first change was two years ago next month. I'm a far more typical case as such things go."
"Imagine this" Mercy says to Agnes, "You have a group of friends and they want to go hunt down a vampire that's been hurting homeless people and killing them. Yes, your friends have fangs and claws cause they're werewolves, they can be warriors, they can plan a good attack, but the crescent moon says hey, give me thirty minutes to make some grenades. She takes pretty cut crystals from an old chandalier and summons a spirit of sunlight, and explains the situation to them. The sun spirit hates vampires because it cant touch them, so it agrees to help with the fight, and slides inside the crystals. Now, during the fight, someone might throw a crystal into a group of vampires and pure, unfiltered daylight will stream out, filling the dank, dark vampire lair as if it were high noon. Bad vampires die, or they're heavily wounded, allowing the other warriors of Gaia to more easily put them down for good without risking being badly hurt themselves. THAT is why we work with spirits. We help each other fight for the planet."
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Trey rolls Gnosis(6) (6 dice) vs 5 for 4 successes.
1 +5 +6 +6 +7 8
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Trey rolls Gnosis(6) (6 dice) vs 5 for 3 successes.
2 3 4 +6 +6 +10
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Agnes tsks softly as the homeless are mentioned. "Oh, the poor dears. They have such terribly hard lives, and so many people look down upon them. It's so awful that the government hasn't taken steps to help them like they should, and that those around them don't do anything to make their lives easier. Everyone deserves shelter, and love, and care. I'm glad the garou are willing to protect them." Irsa perks right up as she hears that, shooting Agnes an admiring look. The old woman smooths her hands over her skirt again, looking thoughtful at everything she's heard. "You all start so very young. I have to ask you: will I be seen as useful, or a hindrance, as old as I am?"
Trey finishes eating and smiles to the others, then approaches the water's edge. The others are far better to explain this to Agnes, of course, but what the cat can do is demonstrate what one of the spirits might look like to her. He walks barefooted to the edge of the water, and inhales, then works to pierce the Gauntlet to reach the spirit realm. That is a simple thing, at least for this purpose, so he quickly moves to the incantation in the spirit tongue, words that sound like ululating waters around him.
A short time later, a shape begins to form out of the water, coalescing into a vaguely horselike shape, and the watery voice of a spirit speaks:
"You bring me forth, why, Son of Selene?"
Trey replies, "Our companion is new to her own heritage and has never seen a spirit in person -- and I wished to show her a spirit of beauty and undeniable truth."
There's a watery sound, almost like burbling. Laughter? "Flatterer," the Usha replies, amused. "Then let her come forth and see."
Evan grins at Mercy's story and nods at Agnes' question "Well sure some folks are going to be shitty about your age, Garou are still people and some of us are still jerks. You fell in with a good crowd though, I can tell you from direct personal experience that they take looking after new folk pretty seriously." and then there's a water spirit and Evan blurts out Something in Welsh and looks awe-struck.
Mercy opens her mouth, then quickly asks the other Garou, "Black Fury, right?" just to make sure she's not about to go on some unrelated tangent before agreeing with Evan "Nah girl. Some young Garou will wonder what you could possibly bring to the table, but Black Furies honor their elder women cause we know they're tough birds. There's a whole caste just for us, Crones, keepers of wisdom, mentors, that sort of thing. Not gonna lie, your next year or two are going to be tough, and you might not think you can fight or be helpful, but you will, and you can be. All you have to do is survive, do smart things, and gain your recognition. Then I'm pretty sure you're going to get scooped up into the Smart Elder Women camp where you'll do smart elder woman things and keep Dumb Young Chicks from doing dumb young chick things." And then LO! A horse made of the sea, the entire reason why Greeks called Posidon the horse lord. "Go say hi, pet the water horse, freak out a little bit. It's okay." She elbows Evan and adds, "You too."
Evan says something in a foreign language.
Rhapsody nods to Mercy, "Yes, she's one of us, as her mother was." Seeing the water horse appear, she is tempted to go too but gestures for Agnes to go check it out. "we so need to go to Greece when she is ready."
"Oh, they can speak! How wonderful! But I don't understand what it’s saying," Agnes says, rising to her feet with a bright smile on her face. "Look how lovely it is, with the light shining behind it." She steps away from the others, bravely headed directly towards the water to admire the spirit. "Oh, she's wonderful. It is a she, isn't it?" she asks Trey.
Irsa makes a 'come here' gesture at the others and speaks to them in a low voice. "So, she ain't ours. I got a contact to talk to at Sept of th' Great Tree, in Minnesota. I reckon her momma's from there originally, and if she ain't they probably know what sept she was from. I dunno 'bout all you, but I reckon we got no business claimin' a garou cub that we ain't marked ourselves. What do th' rest of ya think? She's your tribemate, not mine. You got th' right t' speak for her."
Trey says, "Yes, she is, she's a type of water elemental called an Usha. She's a spirit, one of the prettiest ones, to be honest. The spirits are all different sorts. One of the things you'll learn as a crescent moon is their language." He smiles and repeats what Agnes said in spirit-speech, listens, and then turns back to the woman to say, "She thanks you for your praise. She is also honored to be the first spirit you have ever seen." He bows to Agnes with a chuckle as the water-horse prances a bit in the surf to make more of a show of it. He takes a second to offer her a touch of Gnosis in thanks, and adds, "The spirits are as varied as people, but if you treat them with respect, they mostly tend to do the same."
You lose one Gnosis
Evan will totally get up and go over to pet the water horse, the Elder doesn’t nee to tell him twice, he explains to Agnes still "My folk call them the daughters of Mannan, our god of the sea. Like how your people called the ancient Greeks kin, mine are with the Celts. Though personally I'm Welsh, not Irish."
Mercy nods her agreement to Rhapsody and says, "Once she's a Cliath she'll be able to call most of her own shots and do a little vacation with us. Perfect time to have a celebratory trip and maybe even do something fun that gets her closer to Fostern. I'm telling you, sister, the Temple of Artemis is going to be all over her once she's renowned enough to join a camp." She leans to hear Irsa and nods her head, "Agreed, her mother's sept should have the rights to training her if they're able. If they can’t or won’t, like we can be a second option, but her roots are more important than what we've got." She looks to Rhapsody for either agreement or counter argument for that. "Also, she has to pop in the next... like twenty two hours, I've altered her destiny to ensure she survives her change and isn't traumatized by it, but only if it happens within twenty four hours of when I did the thing." She grimaces and still feels like she's got a small hole in her. Food didn't fill it!
Rhapsody nods to Irsa, and then looks to Iris. "Well, we should try with her mother's sept. But if she's going to pop, I think she needs people she knows around her for it. I know we can get her there fast, but do we want to take her there for her first change?" She isn't the Elder in all of this. "What do you think, Mercy's Messenger'rhya? I'd hate to take her there and they are not in a place to train her. It has been a long time, it is hard to know if they even remember her family."
Agnes smiles as she listens to Trey's translation. "Please tell her that she's very kind, and that I'd like to speak to her again, once I can understand her? She's very special." Her smile warms even more as Evan confirms his roots. "I was right about your name! Oh, how wonderful." She natters with the boys and the spirit, quizzing them about the world of spirits, where they're from, and sharing her own stories of growing up in Philadelphia. Irsa looks fully surprised at Mercy's words. "Holy shit, ya did that? Sounds like it's gotta happen, quick-like, if that's th' case. She'll need t' taker that necklace off, and try t' shift. Got any ideas there? I don't scarin' the shitt outta her's the way t' go."
Trey smiles at that, and speaks to the spirit in their tongue. After a moment, a watery nose moves to Agnes' shoulder and whispers something in her ear -- a name, *her* name. "She gave you her name, so that when you learn how to summon spirits, you can summon her again. You'll need to summon her in water -- a lake or river, or even a pond, will also work." He keeps up the conversation with her and Evan, asking polite questions and remaining engaged while the others discuss weighty topics.
Evan is having a good time meeting the spirit and chatting with Agnes and Trey, caught up in the moment as he's talking with her "I know a lot of the stuff we're all trying to explain seems scary but there is beauty in the world we see too. Something you need to understand though is we're blessed with anger. And I call it a blessing on purpose because while it can be a burden its a great gift as well. In fact that is often the key to unlocking a change. Fear or Anger. Now I have some songs and can get you mighty stirred up but its going to be a bit of a rough ride. Those more senior to me in rank, which is everyone else but you and I, might have better ideas though."
Mercy waggles her head side to side while watching newbies and cat learning about crazyass water horses. "As of right now, they don't even know about her, right? So they're not prepared for an imminently changing cub, we don't know what their set up or protocol is for that, but *here* we're prepared, expecting, and safe. I'd say let her change here with us, have the explosive moment with some people she's able to trust in, and then once that mind blow is behind her we can get her to her new sept in a more relaxed way. Send a spirit messenger ahead of us to make sure we should even do this, use the Pathstone at the caern, make things as proper and diplomatic as possible, and then by the time we get there they'll have rallied the tribe and made a good place for her." She then ponders the how of it all, and gives a good old fashioned Fury answer, "Howl at the rising moon, dance around the fire, get the blood pumping and work the instincts. She might still get carried away but we can deal with that."
Trey nods at Evan's words, and says, "The firsting is always disorienting, but you're not alone, and you're in safe hands. All of the people gathered here are good people who will look out for you and make sure you're safe." He looks to the Usha and smiles. "She is telling me that she must go soon, but she wishes you softly rolling waters. Which is a very good thing."
Rhapsody agrees, as she really wanted to be with Agnes to go through this all. "It will be an honor to welcome our new sister this way." Looking to Irsa, "Let's work together to send the spirit messenger to the right contact there. We'll give her the best we can for this change. Can you send some kinfolk to make sure her cat is taken care of? We need to speed up taking care of her home and the library." She looks to Agnes, glad she is getting into this side of herself.
"Well yeah, obviously she's gotta shift here," Irsa agrees. "Only problem I see is if our leadership is gonna kick up a fuss. No offense, but th' Denfather was kinda pissy when we reported Agnes. But he also ain't th' Grand Elder, so he ain't got th' right to insist we're gonna hang onto her. Suggestions there, Pancake?" Agnes listens to the two young men, smiling at the spirit as she gives her name and departs. Irsa nods at Rhapsody. "Yeah, we got that covered. We should let th' other sept know they should teach her Scent of Man right off, so her cat don't freak out when they're reunited."
Trey says, "One of the best parts of all this is talking to spirits," almost like it's a confession. "They're always interesting. They always have such different ways of seeing things. They are often very literal, in their own ways, and always true to their own natures."
Mercy shrugs her shoulders and says, "I literally do not know of a designated cub changing location here. She's away from the public, land owner's aware of the situation, she's veil safe, supervised, and there's an elder present to knock someone out if need be, so that part's fine as far as I know. She's a Fury cub, local Furies involved think her mom's tribal folk should get dibs on her. I'm by no means a Philodox, but I think that's sound thinking, yeah? So, less worrying, more good times! Bigger fire, this is way too shrimpy for dancing. We doing this with or without pants?" she asks while getting some of the nearby wood to feed the fire with. You need a good blaze for dancing and Rage passions!
Irsa shrugs and gathers up more wood to heap on the fire. "Just as long as we let th' Denfather know we got her. He told me if we didn't bring her in, he'd tear my throat out if she hurt an innocent." She piles even more wood on the fire, and hunts around in her pack for a shaker filled with metal shavings. The fire blazes up into a riot of colors, and she takes a step back to avoid their heat. "Yo, peeps over there! Let's dance an' celebrate with Agnes here. Welcome to th' Garou nation!" And with that, she lets out a howl as she shifts to her lupus form. Agnes startles, just a bit, but curiously makes her way over to the fire.
Rhapsody hmms, "We could contact Howls-at-high-moon'rhya, as our tribe mate and Elder Philodox, Truthcatcher too. Time is of the essence though. If the Island is safe enough, then this is probably the safest place for this to happen." The question of pants makes her laugh though!
Canadian Lynx grins and says, "Well, I'll be a little different," walking alongside the older woman. And as he's walking, he shifts down to feline form, looking up to her and letting out the cutest yowl he can. It's not all that cute. Have you ever *heard* a lynx? Even so, he gives her a kitty happy-face.
...And he's still wearing pants. Sorta.
Evan grins at Agnes as the fire is getting built up "Looks like they do have a better idea." And he grins as he looks over at Trey after he shifts with a little side eye "So you probably figured you were more of a cat person right? I think he wins though."
"Yes, Den Father in the loop for sure." Mercy agrees, definitely not arguing any of them points. She does nod though and says, "Yeah she'd probably be interested as well, for tribe-sake. She might not be able to join us, but she'll probably be happy to know there's a new sister in the Nation. Hell, maybe she knows some people over there, as well. I'm not sure where she's from but I'm sure she's told me before." She beams as Agnes and the boys are called, and more as Trey becomes a panted cat. "Alright sister, time for a whole new experience. Your necklace, with the crystal. Take it off and set it over there with our stuff. You need to be unrestrained and unblocked from your passions for this."
Hammer-Tooth prances around, doing a lupine dance of joy. Agnes gasps as Trey shifts, and leans down to touch his soft fur. "Oh, what a handsome lad you are! Oh, this is wonderful." Her smile lights up as she watches the others change form and celebrate, and she begins to hum to herself. She's already taken off her pendant, and sets it aside as Mercy suggests. She closes her eyes, falling into half-remembered dreams and old memories. It's not long before she gasps, falling to her knees and clutching her sides. A large, brightly-colored Chameleon spirit appears, materializing into this plane. It perches atop Evan's head, goggling around at the gathered Garou. It's mouth slowly opens, tongue lolling out of its mouth. ~ CUB!CUBCUBCUBCUBCUB!! CUB!~ it shouts, in the loudest, most high-pitched voice ever. Eardrums might burst, glass is defintely shattering somewhere.
Evan is going to find somewhere to sit so he can play, getting out his guitar and providing the music for the dancing and change. When it seems like the moment has come he shifts the tone to one of triumph and glory.
Canadian Lynx headbunts her leg gently and gives her an 'of course I am' sort of cat smile, and he motions toward the fire, finding a place in and around the dance, weaving around, over, and under the much larger figures of the wolves. He does his best to yowl along with the wolf-howls. It sounds more like a pissed-off balloon with a slow leak and a head cold, but hey, he's trying.
Mercy dances, because dancing is FUN, and she encourages Agnes to "Feel your instincts!" and "Let yourself go, free your passions!", encouraging homid howling, and lupine howling. And cat yowling. She's a fine dancer, but she's mostly just flailing wildly and doing whatever the hell her limbs want at any given moment, trying to channel the wyld and the moon and all those witches of old. When the groggy 'fetch does its long delayed duty, she looks at the spirit and shouts, ~OH MY GODDESS A CUB!!~ in spirit, feigning total shock and surprise although it's SOMEwhat sarcastic. Just a liiiiittle bit. But she pays this long working spirit with a machinegunning of Gnosis. ~Thank you for being so dedicated, go play and be free, little spirit.~ and then shuts to Agness, "Howl! Howl to the moon and embrace your new skin!" But she's on guard for if a sudden tackling is going to be needed.
Mercy's Messenger loses one Magical Essence
Mercy's Messenger loses one Magical Essence
Rhapsody is about to take out her phone and send a message when the kinfetch appears. "Oh my! It's time!" Like an expectant mother, it's time to run around flailing? Well no, it's time to help. "Agnes, it's time. Do not fight it, we are here for you!" She keeps a short distance, making sure to be in line of sight.
~ CUBCUBCUBCUBCUBCUB!~ the Chameleon insists, tugging firmly on Evan's hair to drive its important news home. That sucker has one hell of a grip, Irsa wasn't lying when she said whoever bound that spirit wasn't playing around. ~ CUB!~ the spirit shouts back at Mercy, just as Agnes' aged form warps and twists, bones and sinew cracking as she takes on a new form. It's not often that a First Change takes this shape, but a lovely, silvery-gray wolf with a white muzzle and a matching blaze on her chest soon takes Agnes' place, blinking around at the others. She's obviously an elderly creature with a rounded form, but bright-eyed and clearly intelligent. >> Oh! It is all so new,<< the old wolf says, lifting her head to sniff around. She lets out a frustrated 'whurf!' as she tries to walk to Rhapsody, and pitches forward on her snout. This walking on four legs is new!
Evan is apparently chill with the little spirit pulling his hair, though he also drops into four footed furry form and starts echoing it in howl-speak >>CUBCUBCUB.<< Like a fuzzy mecha.
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Collector-of-Tales rolls Stamina + Empathy vs 6 for 4 successes.
2 3 +8 +9 +10 +10
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Collector-of-Tales's EFFECTIVE CALL_OF_THE_WYLD is at least 1
ONLY once Agnes has fully gone through her first change and totally not tried to murder anyone does Mercy change as well, shifting down into lupus to become a jet black Grecian wolf with silvery streaks along her back that, very vaguely, match her wing tattoo in placement and rough shape. She tips her head back to howl with victoryand celebration in her voice. Fuuuuuck yeaaaaaaah, old lady cub survivaaaaaaaaal! I mean that's not the words, but it's the vibe at any rate.
Rhapsody shifts down to lupus herself, and approaches Agnes. >> You got this honey! << Her tail wags and she rubs up next to Agnes and licks her ear! Howling she is so happy for the cub!
The Chameleon begins to fade back into the spirit world, goggling its thanks to Mercy as it absorbs that tasty Gnosis. It takes several tufts of Collector-of-Tales' red fur with it, clutched in its little grabby lizardhands. Hammer-Tooth throws back her head and warbles, >> New Cuuuub! There is a new wooooolf! Silver moon-fur cuuub! She is a nice woooooolf! << Agnes-wolf grumbles the smallest complaint as she hauls herself to her feet, planting her paws more firmly this time. Her ears twitch as she listens to the howls and all the welcomes, and she throws back her head to add her voice to theirs. She has a lovely, bright tenor howl, the kind of howl an auntie wolf watching a pack of cubs would have.
"Normally I'd say we should go hunting." Mercy says, still in English because Mimic is a cool gift aaaaand she cant remember if Trey speaks wolf. Or if Agnes is going to intuit all of her wolf-speak right off the bat. PROBABLY not. "But I'm not sure there's rabbits on the island, and the inner reaches get a little... weird. Best to stay on the beach for now. But I tell you what, crabs are super fun to play with when you're four legged. Isn't that right, kitty boy?" she asks with a wolfish laugh at the Lynx. HE knows!
