2018.06.12:VampLoreClass

Vampire Lore Class
A Silent Strider Elder in the mood to share holds a class "Vampires and how to kill them"
IC Date	June 12th, 2018
IC Time	Started mid afternoon
Players	George, Brooke, Michael, Frost, Sabaro, Viator, Halle, Yuri, Catherine, Robert, Paul, Soriba, Beatrice
Location	location or locations.
Prp/Tp	The prp or tp the log is a part of.
Spheres	The spheres involved in the log.
Theme Song	A theme song for the log

It is mid afternoon and the weather is beautiful. The sky is clear and the seas gentle as the bone gnawer kin Joezeppi pilots the 'Misfit's Mistress' over from the mainland with some passengers for George's class.

As the ferry pulls up to the dock George can be seen on the beach with a fire going and some logs for seating. There's also a refreshment table with some home made chips and assorted dips. Along with a water barrel and simple wooden cups.

Brooke arrives on the ferry with her husband, Michael. She tugs him along excited for them both to attend this gathering. Once they approach George and the fire she waves first and then bows her head with respect to the Elder. "Thank you for the invitation, Mocks-the-Dark'rhya. It is much appreciated another opportunity to learn from you." She looks for a place on the logs for both of them to sit and get settled.

Frost waits her turn to hop off the ferry, looking around with a bright smile on her face. She carries a small notebook and pen in one hand, and follows a little ways behind Brooke, the one familiar face at the moment, before taking up a seat.

Michael walks with Brooke, seeming just as excited about the opportunity to be here with her. He also bows his head in respect and says, "Yes, thanks you so much. It's an honor." before stepping way with Brooke and finding a place to sit with her.

Sabaro makes her way off the ferry and onto the beach, looking over to the man she assumes is the elder she was told about. Her eyes dart between those gathered as she draws closer, nodding respectfully to the elder and sitting a little to the side.

Fear not; for Viator is here, he always seems to find out about things, his cooler with him, and the oversized bag slung across his shoulders. He's been here before..several times now, but once he seems to determine where people are going to do their discussion, he plops his cooler down, an oversized towel is put out..we mean like it's a giant soft tarp, that sort of over sized..and promptly, the nam Vet settles in on the center of it, observing the Tigger Throne location, shifting it slightly before promptly shifting to that form..a large feline, a tiger! Aaand..looks like he's going to nap.

Frost looks to the faces she's unsure of, offering little waves in greeting. She watches Viator get settled, then the shift to tiger has her blinking before recognition lights up her face. Putting her notebook in her lap she uses her hands, and when/should George look her way there is the sign for 'Thank you' as well as the mouthed words to go with.

And the beach is prime basking terrain. For his own part George has a small basket of tortilla chips and a dish of queso. He nods back at the assorted greetings and when he notices Frost's sign "You're welcome. You won't get a signal for your phone but if you want to run your speech app that's kosher. There hasn't been a caern out here in several hundred years. That's a story for a different time though."

Then he looks around "A couple of new faces here so for those who don't know me I'm George Andrews, rited 'Mocks-the-Dark', Homid born Elder Ragabash of the Silent Striders. Member of the Council of Elders for the Sept of Enduring Spirit. And today we're going to talk about Vampires, one of the particular types of wyrm tainted monstrosities my Tribe has a particular skill at hunting and killing. First off has anyone other than Brooke and myself killed a Vampire before?"

Brooke looks to those here to see what they say. That is a fond memory of hers, as it was one of her earliest battles here.

Viator has to look awake again? What is this!? But given how one eye slowly raises partially open on the tiger and an ear flick, it seems to indicate he has infact, engaged vampires before, then he yawns and goes back to appearing asleep. He's old and stubborn. What do you expect?

Sabaro averts her narrowed eyes from the tiger and turns to focus on the Elder. "I have encountered them before." Her voice is low and deep, almost a rumble.

Frost shakes her head negative, while she turns to dig her phone out of her back pocket. The motions disturb the companion that's been hiding under her hair, and a pair of large yellow eyes blink out from her collar. Large for the small screech owl they belong to that is; but for the moment he seems content to stay where he's at, the tiger a few feet away might have something to do with that.

George smirks at Frost's owl friend and makes an odd click and squwak soud before continuing "Alright then. The basics. Like with most things ripping their heads off is a pretty sure bet, in fact if you knock them down and want to be sure they're actually dead a decapitation will serve you well. Also a wooden stake to the heart does not kill them, it only paralyzes them for as long as the stake is in place. Of course while they're paralyzed you can cut their head off or my other favorite. The react really badly to fire."

Michael sits quietly and listens attentively as the lesson begins.

Legs crossed Sabaro listens atentively to George's words of wisdom, fingers tracing shapes in the sand.

Brooke nods, listening carefully, and remembering from her previous encounter. "Sometimes, getting that stake in isn't as easy as you think it would be."

Viator's ears twitch as George speaks; listening, if not helping the conversation much. Maybe he's hoping to find out -where- vampire nests are?

Frost pecks away at her phone screen, and the robotic female voice from her text to speech app pipes up. "Does it have to be wood?"

George nods at Frost "Good question, and yes it does need to be wood that pierces their heart. Also, blunt force doesn't bother them nearly as much as it does any wholesome creature. And they similarly don't give a fuck about bullets. Also most of them don't care about crosses, garlic, or running water either. Most of the movie vulnerabilites are theatrics and not really useful. Cut, stab, tear, and burn. While bites would work getting any of their blood in your mouth is dangerous as drinking their blood gives them power over you and infects you with their particular sort of wyrm taint."

Viator begins a lengthy grumbling, mostly to him self, probably on the killing subject, but it's pretty low, as if he doesn't -expect- people to understand him. Most of it is incomprehensible, but George will pick up tigger talk of 'Napalm' and 'Explosives' laced in there. Darn Cheaters.

Michael chimes in with a question. "How do I tell if someone is a vampire?"

Brooke asks, "So we need to avoid biting, since their blood is so dangerous. Are all of them the same? I've seen one come out of the ground. All vampires are bad, but are they all out to kill us?" She nods to Michael, "Good question. They cannot all look the same with fangs out at all times - or do they?"

Frost reaches up and scritches at the little owl's head as it blinks at George, head moving slightly as he clacks his beak lightly. Her phone stays quiet, looking interested at the questions already asked.

Sabaro watches and listens, her attention briefly grabbed by the girl scratching the owl's head and her hands slowly burying themselves in the sand.

Its late afternoon, there's a fire going, a refreshment table set up, and lots of people (and one tiger) sitting around listening to George talk.

George nods at Viator "One of my maxims in general. To be sure, kill it with fire. Almost always the right way to go." Then to Michael "If they're being careful you won't be able to tell without a gift or other sort of power. They're normally cold and clammy to the touch because the only life they have is stolen from those they feed on. But they can burn some of that stolen life to fake life signs." Then to Brooke's question "Nope they're not all the same and they have lots of different kinds of powers. If they were hiding melded with the ground and not just physically buried they were using what they call a Discipline, one in particular called Protean. That's a power that lets them fake animal features like claws, nightvision, burrowing in the ground for a den. Even shape shifting if they're very strong in it."

Up in the sky, a sparrow spots the gathering down below. The bird glides down from where she's flying. She lands lightly on Viator's head and looks down at the tiger's head. She pokes at it twice with her beak, though gently, before looking back up to everyone else gathered around. A wing is waved in a greeting like manner, the bird otherwise staying quiet as she hears a discussion underway.

Viator has a good guess of whom the Sparrow is, and thus doesn't seem to mind it, nor the head peckings and just does his duty as a perch, after all, he's sprawled out on a massive beach towel..blanket..thing. Grumbling about flamethrowers and explosives to him self!

Brooke puts her hand out a moment, in a stop motion. "Wait...vampires have a 'discipline' that allows them to shape shift? Like in the books when they turn into a bat? Or is it really something else? You mention claws - so they cannot become a wolf, or cat or something like that, right?"

Frost blinks a little bit at the info that's coming out, wrinkling her nose a little bit. She scoots in her seat, folding her legs up and overall looks a little creeped out, turning her head to Brooke when she asks that particular question.

The sparrow's head looks about this way and that, before settling back on George as if listening to the conversation. The bird looks over to Frost for a moment, and the next time she looks over towards tiger, and bird, the bird gives a little wave of a wing.

Sabaro looks slightly disgusted herself, lips pulled back slightly and a soft huff leaving her. "Can these 'disciplines be guarded against?"

George shrugs at Brooke "They can transform into a bat to fly away or a wolf to fight. I've heard rumors of other animal shapes but each one can generally only shift into one shape for escape and one for agression. Of course they have a different power that lets them speak to and command beasts or even posses them at higher levels. And yet another that lets them do the same to people. Eye contact is bad. And letting them talk is bad. Track them down during the day when they're sleeping and weakened and stab the shit out of them or set them on fire." Then he looks over at Sabaro "Also a good question....new girl. Their ability to command people requires eye contact and a lot of their other obnoxious powers require skin to skin contact. Your biggest defense is not hunting them alone, go with a pack because a vampire's ability to influence a group is rather limited."

Viator flickers an ear about before shifting a bit more and trying to not upset the passenger on his back. Pack hunting. He got that, yep. "Fire bombing their home is a pretty viable option too. Helps hide any evidence of their less then human nature when the humans wonder about the situation." He knows Halle understands him, she also likes to throw him at things!

Brooke asks, "Do they grow in power the older they get? I remember from one book that it said that a newborn vampire could be stronger than an older one - I think part of that was lack of control. Even then, they could beat a hundred year old vampire. Is that true?"

The sparrow reaches down and pats the tiger on the head with a wing. "You just like fire bombing," the bird says to him. She seems to have a good hold on his head even when he moves about, not likely to fall off.

Frost looks over at the bird perched on Viator for a long moment, patting the owl underneath her hair idly. She purses her lips a little bit, then types something else on her phone. "For those of us without fangs or claws, are there any good defenses to keep them away?"

Its late afternoon, there's a fire going, a refreshment table set up, and lots of people (and one tiger with a sparrow perched on) sitting around listening to George talk.

"Do they have packs of their own or are they solitary?" Sabaro asks after nodding her greeting at the new arrivals.

Viator lets his eyes look upwards at Halle (The Sparrow.) Chuffing as the tiger is known to do in amusement. "No, I just like to kill things. I just also know how well fire does a job of destroying things. When have I -ever- started a house on fire that you know of?" He insists before listening to other questions.

Yuri and Catherine wander in from one of the trails. He nods to George as he looks around at the gathered group.

Catherine has a small pack slung over one shoulder and is holding Yuri's hand. She's smiling a little apparently in good spirits. "Good choice" she tells him as she spots the people and the table.

George offers Yuri a wave before considering Sabaro's question "They have groups they call coteries that's the closest analog to our packs. They also have courts and political factions. They spend a lot of time and effort struggling amongst themselves." Nodding at Viator "A fair tactic, one I've used more than once myself." Then he turns back to Sabaro "They also can corrupt humans and bind them to them by feeding them some of their blood. When you're hunting a vampire you're more likely to have to worry about their ghoul servants than another vampire."

George waggles a hand back and forth at Brooke "Age is almost always a strong indicator of power but its not the only one. Another how they refer to their Generation. The first vampire was first generation, then any vampire he made would be second generation, and so on. Most vampires you're likely to run into these days are between thirteenth and eighth generation. So say a vampire that's a hundred years old but eleventh generation goes up against a vampire that's only been around for a decade but is eighth? Yeah that might go down like you said."

The bird sitting on Viator's head asks, "How likely are those around them to be their ghoul servants, or under their sway in some fashion? Like if someone worked at Wicked Mystic, would you say it's a high chance they are somehow compromised? And, what can be detected by sensing for Wyrm, versus other methods?"

Viator is glad one of them can talk, or sort of talk. At least Halle asks interesting questions he can't!

Brooke looks to Halle and then back to George, "Are there places around Prospect known to be where Vampire influence is? If so, shouldn't it be dealt with?"

Yuri looks to George as he speaks about vampires, piping up, "There are several known hangouts of the leeches in town. It's a bit more complicated than just burning down casinos and such though."

Catherine's pleased expression fades as she catches onto the subject at hand. "I worry about running across them when I'm on night duty." She makes a brief moue of distaste. "Number two on the worried about it list." She speaks queitly, mostly to Yuri so as not to interrupt the conversation but not so quietly as she can't be heard. She nods at the table "Want me to get you a plate?"

George nods at Halle "I don't like sensing just wyrmtaint to pick targets, Scent of the True Form is better. Too many things can cause someone to smell wyrmy but certainly that singles them out as worth taking a closer look at. Sense the Unatural and Scent of the True Form are much surer calls." Then he shrugs at Brooke "There are places that we know of and that I and the other elders have pointed out for people to avoid but taking them out would be too public, attract too much attention, especially with there being such a strong Technocracy presence in the city."

Viator chuffs quietly in amusement when people mention the Technocracy, it's very likely of -all- the things out there, he's the one most likely to not care they exist. After all, he's the gun obsessed tiger right? They make guns, guns are good! "Ask him when we get to hunt." He urges Halle suddenly.

The sparrow reaches down and pats Viator's head. "Listen now. Kill later," she tells the tiger.

Robert flies in! Robert Livingston Seagull lands a bit out of sight, for the modesty of some. A few crunches, squishes, and a painful groan later to have Robert step out of the brush, barefoot. (Even if Paul takes the boring bost ride.)

George ponders also Frost's question "Avoid eye contact, and get away any way you can. Or have one of the sept's crafters make you a weapon that you can use, not a bad call in general. But realistically, running away and hiding behind the nearest garou when it comes to physical violence is almost always going to be your best call."

Frost nods, resting her phone back on her leg. She gives the little owl hiding in her hair a gentle scritching behind the neck then goes back to listening.

Paul walks up from the ferry, a bit late perhaps, but better late than never. He always seems to be lagging behind, caught up talking about animals, or watching animals or even checking up on the local flora and fauna. Glancing around he notes where Robert is, and listens to George, trying to catch up on things.

Lifting her hands out of the sand Sabaro cleans them the best she can. "What sort of weapon would be best? Is there a material that harms them like silver does us?" Her hands come to rest palm up on her lap, twitching as she speaks of Luna's metal.

Halle leans down and says softly to Viator, "By the way, I met your fiance." The sparrow sits quietly for a bit longer. "I hope mentioning throwing you at Black Spiral Dancers wasn't a topic I was supposed to avoid."

Viator blinks his eyes a few times at that, as if considering the situation. "She'll worry alot I suspect, but no, it wasn't a hidden topic, I merely do not tell grand stories. I leave that to those who enjoy the stories."

George nods at Sabaro "I'll have to get your introduction eventually new girl, you ask good questions. No specific material, claws, teeth, fire, sunlight. If you have any gifts that can conjure fire or sunlight you'll ruin their day right quick."

The sparrow replies to the tiger, "Well, I think she wants to hear it now." The bird's tone puts a grin to the words even if beaks... beaks don't really work for grinning. Halle glances over towards Sabaro. "Good time to introduce yourself, he is one of our Elders."

George adds real quick, because it might matter "And if you're not garou don't worry, just be polite." adding an aside to the sparrow "I get a lot of gaian fera out here."

Sabaro straightens. "Hounds-the-Prey, Tekhmet, Dawn Ajaba of the clan Banquet Of Shoals." She bows her head to the Elder.

Robert presses a bit on his hand, whispering a bit, and flexing. A small poof of flame appearing in his hand. "The claws and teeth of the Trueborn are blessed with the power of the spirit world. They rend more than simply flesh and bone. A normal predator would not have such luck."

Viator is distracted by Robert praising his kind, well all Gaian Shifters, and Halle speaking to him. "I don't tell stories well. I can tell her I was thrown through the air and an enemy was felled. War is no longer some thing I think of in grandoise terms, I have seen the worst this world can show one and have lived it many decades." Old grouch mode activate! "I leave the story telling to others."

Halle's expression saddens a little. It's really noticeable, every bird in the area probably caught it. The sparrow pats the tiger on the head. "We need to have a talk sometime later. Ask me about the Fimbulwynter, and the value of stories."

Frost looks curiously over at Sabaro, then glances to George in turn. She remains quiet, for her that's easy though, her phone still resting on her leg.

Paul was listening to George but his eyes go to Sabaro at her introduction, giving her curious once over. Then he smiles good naturedly at her.

Soriba pulled herself out of the water and onto the beach having shifted to homid in the water. Her hair was crinkled and dripping down her back and shoulders. Looking around, she smiled as she approached Sabaro.

Sabaro perks up and grins as she spots Soriba motioning for her to come over and opening her arms.

George nods at Sabaro "Good to meet you. The pact of the Ahadi is known in this place and honored on my Island. Rest and be welcome. Claws, fetish blades, fire, and team work are your best weapons against a vampire. A bite can hurt them badly too but like I said, getting their blood in your mouth is a bad idea." Then he nods at Robert "True enough." Then when someone walks out of the sea to join Sabaro "And you are?"

Brooke turns to look at the new person that has joined them from out of the ocean.

Soriba looked at George with a bit of a smirk, "Sabaro's sister." Moving towards the muscular form Sabaro, she snuggled up in front of her to lean against her. "Dances-With-Dolphins, Darkwater on the Surface Sphyrna."

Robert gives Soriba a a wave as she comes out of the ocean.

The taller of the two wraps her arms around Soriba and pulls her into her lap. Sabaro keeps her arms around her sister and grins happily.

Viator looks confused when Halle seems -sad- by this but he actually hushes when George explains more things...see? He does in fact listen! Then he goes back to looking up at Halle. "Do the wolves prefer to bite -every- thing?" He asks her, the tiger seemingly convinced they do!

George stands there for a moment and considers "Sisters as in siblings? Or like the Maureen and Joanne?" Then he shakes his head to clear it "Doesn't matter." then he turns to Viator "We really do, I learned a gift to make me resistant to poisons and toxins just so I didn't have to worry as much. Other than my fetish blade my hispo form bite is my strongest attack."

Hey, there were a little bit of woods to the north east here apparently. And from there comes Beatrice, skirts brushing along her ankles, satchel over her left shoulder, one earbud in her ear, and wearing possibly the largest set of sunglasses ever produced by the hands of man. Ignore the fact that sun was almost set.

But really first came her singing, and no, she cannot sing. "From standing on the corners bopping, to driving some of the hotest cars New York has ever seen, For dropping some of the hottest verses rappers have ever heard..."

Indeed, the sound of someone gangster rapping, softly rapping upon ones chamber door. Her hand raises as soon as she spots people and animals, wich is almost immediately upon visibility, giving a soft wave to announce her presence as much as in greeting.

Soriba looked at George tilting her head, "What if we were to say both?"

Halle tells Viator in a joking tone, "Only tigers that deserve it." The little bird pats the tiger on the head and then glances up as someone else arrives, walking out of the ocean. "I think I may head back to town. Thank you for the instruction, Mocks-the-Dark-rhya," the sparrow says to him.

Paul looks over at Viator, "You don't wanna bite them if you can help it, or if you do spit any blood out quick 'n get to somebody for a cleansin' soon as you can." He shrugs his shoulders, "I ain't an expert at all, but my Folk speak of that." He looks over to George for confirmation though. He quietens though then as the two newcomers are speaking with the Elder.

Viator looks -cranky- when Halle informs him she must be going. "But most of them, except George will expect me to revert to my human form to speak.." Oh right, Paul can cheat too! "Claws work just as well." Admittedly, cats have the retractable claw bit.

Robert leans back as Paul gives his two bits and adds two of his own. "I'd suggest, or reiterate if it's already neen mentioned, if you get in s fight with a vampire.. or anything else... finish it. The ladt thing you want is for them to break out their own magics and track you home to finish it on their terms, with your family in the way." And gives Halle a nod as she mentions departure. "Safe flight."

George blinks at Soriba and shakes his head "I'd say nothing at all on account of immediately having regretted the question." Then to Halle he nods farewell and looks around the class "Anyone else have an on topic question?"

Frost looks a little worried at what Robert says, picking up her phone to type. "Silly questions time? Only know from stories: Do you have to invite them in? Reflections?"

Halle pat pats Viator again. "They are probably just as happy to not be able to hear you, my friend," she teases. The sparrow waves a wing to Robert. "Helios. We shall talk. I haven't forgotten," the bird says to Robert. "Call me." The sparrow holds her wing to her head like the cell phone gesture. Then waves and flaps, flying off into the air.

Sabaro cackles softly, nuzzling at her sister's shoulder.

George looks greatfully over at Frost "Most of them cast reflections, one specific kind called the Lasombra don't. That particular weakness is vanishingly rare otherwise. The invitation thing isn't a thing at all as far as I'm aware." Then he looks over at the other newcomer "And you are?"

Paul leans in to look at Frost's message, and tries to use the ASL Hyo taught him with her (just need it added to sheet, already paid for). So he actually speaks outloud as well, just in case he is not coming across well. "I think the first is just legend, but heard tell that some don't have reflections. Ain't sure if that's true or not, Ma'am." When George answers he quietens again, and nods to him.

Brooke hmms. "Lasombra. Is that like a tribe? So there are different kinds?"

Frost blinks a little bit and grins as Paul signs, putting the phone down for a second to sign back. Then she picks it up again, typing out another question that the robotic female voice says, "Need Vamp mace. Liquid sunlight."

Beatrice's hand comes up, plucking the earbud from her ear with a snap upon its cable. She tucks the music listening device along with the match of the pair into her satchel before the hand swings back up to tip the oversized sunglasses down her nose to peer over the rim at the grouping for a moment, though her eyes quickly move to the flash and brightness of phone screen in the dimming light. "I'm not interupting anything important am I? Secret meetings, sensitive topics, mourning, two people over there that really need to get a room?" A soft bow forwards, formal, and twice as respectful as the casualness of her words and vocal tone. Precise, unlike the easy going speech that it seems she has no intention of pausing in. "Because I can try to come back later, you know, after people get their clothes back on. But I digress. Speaks of Storms, courier, at your service. I don't think I have anything in my magic bag here for any of you, but I figured I better check in and make sure you all didn't have anything outbound for me to carry."

Yuri looks to George and shakes his head, "The invitation thing is total bullshit... One broke into a kin's apartment years ago. We eventually tracked him down and burned him... Surprised the kin didn't do it herself, she could control fire..." He shrugs a bit and gets himself something to eat.

Sabaro looks to Beatrice with a raised eyebrow, snickering softly before resting her chin back on her sister's shoulder. "So crossing running water and salt at the door are not a problem to them either I take it."

George nods at Yuri "Probably didn't have any powers for tracking it down, we are much better at that sort of thing than any kin could ever hope to be." Then he turns to Beatrice "I'm George Andrews, rited 'Mocks-the-Dark', Homid born Elder Ragabash of the Silent Striders. Member of the Council of Elders for the Sept of Enduring Spirit. That's the local Garou Sept. Last inbound I got was a new picture of my eldest daughter nothing outbound to go at the moment. We're just having a lesson on Vampires and how to kill them." Then he nods at Frost "That's a solid idea, maybe one of the alchemist kin can whip something up." And he nods at Sabaro "Nope, nor garlic wreaths or rose thorns." Then to Brooke "Yep, they divide themselves into clans based on the lineage that made them into a vampire. Assamite, Brujah, Gangrel, Giovanni, Lasombra, Malkavian, Nosferatu, Ravnos, Toreador, Tremere, Tzimisce, and Ventrue. Those are just the ones I've heard of."

Soriba looks up to her sister at the word Nosferatu, then listens in on the "lesson."

Robert adds.. "athough the references to their use may have been from alchemists or other mystics using them as reagents in warding magics."

"You can also use Beatrice, or Bea. You know like the lady from the Golden Girls." Beatrice keeps talking in response to George, her smile easy on her lips as she continues on. "Pleasure to meet you then, I am likely to be a bit of a regular in the area at least for a bit, so if you need me, well, I will check in." Quick, topic switch, no slowing of her voice, her hands opening up her satchel fully to start rooting in it. "Best way to deal with a vampire is to not. Or get some sunlight in a jar. Hmmm, used to have some but I think I traded it out for a bottle of really good Irish single...." Her eyes move upwards. "Should probably ask Helios for another at some point. Anyways, what has you all roused up about the local friendly blood connoisseur?"

George nods at Robert and then adds "Well there's one more 'clan' that's more of a church than a clan. They're my Tribe's special prey and why we've done such a study of how to hunt vampires. The followers of Set, egyptian god of evil and darkness. You might have noticed that a pure blood strider in war form looks a lot like Anubis, Set's bitter enemy and guardian of the dead." Then to Bea he says while gesturing over at Brooke "I'd promised Hushed-Blaze more lessons and was in a sharing mood. Me I'm a Strider, killing vampires is kind of our jam."

Brooke hears her rite name and waves to Beatrice to signify that she is the Hushed Blaze being mentioned.

Paul looks to Frost and smiles, keeping to sign to not interrupt, "I watched a movie with Bobby one time 'n now I got the idea to make something that can do just." He turns his head again though and nods to George, a grave expression in his eyes at the mention of the hated ones that follow Set.

looking up to the sky Sabaro turns to her sister. "It is time for us to go." Looking back to George she bows her head again. "Unfortunately I must take my leave. Thank you for the lesson Elder." She stands, lifting her sister to her feet.

Soriba stood, helping her sister up. She would bow to the others. "You're right. The sky darkens and we have a hunt to avoid."

Robert looks toward Soriba a moment.. "This Island is probably as safe as it gets. Not sure what you're avoiding, but theres plenty on this island snd beneath it that makes trouble makers take a step back."

Soriba turns and faces Robert. "Are you willing to fight the entire Sea to protect only the two of us? Are you willing to face a shark the size of a building to protect us? We leave for you, not for us."

Frost grins at Paul, the thumbs up easy enough for anyone to understand. Then she turns to look at Soriba, followed by a glance at the water. Her hand slips up under her hair, scritching at the little owl hiding there, waking him up from the snooze he'd settled into.

"Trouble." Beatrice notes, her hands coming up, empty from her satchel to give a pair of finger guns at Brooke. "Hit them during the day, avoid them, or you know, go in as a giant ball of fur and angry noises, I'm not your mom. Not the way I would do things, but you folk certainly seem to like it. Wait, how big of a shark we talking here? Like, house building, or empire state?"

"Depends on the number of volunteers," Soriba said to Beatrice.

Robert points down at the ground. "There are three wyld critters down there that I truely would not want to be on the bad side of. But do as you feel comfortable doing. take care, and we'll see you around."

patting the sand off herself Sabaro bows her head once again to George before taking her sister's hand and leading her to the water.

George tilts his head as if listening to something and then looks around "That looks like all the time I've got just now. Have to go to the caern, someone needs to see me and its fairly urgent."

<UMBRA> George was listening to a little spirit bird

Soriba rolled her eyes and shook her head before going to the water's edge and diving in.

Sabaro dives in after her, vanishing under the waves.