07.12.2019 Love is what I go
Kaati looks over to Ratsputin, wary. "Your quest, your call," she says. "Take it out? I could try to make her strong enough to lift the box, but…
Cait continues to crouch, like a linebacker, ready to launch forward at the slightest hint of trouble. She's staring towards Elowyn and then glances at Ratsputin, meeting his gaze with a tense look. It's clear she's going to follow his lead on this, because she often keeps looking between him and Elowyn, and the spirits around her.
Eloywn tries to pull it again then lets out a hiss. "....ow...." A hand moves to her back but her gaze moves to those fight. "...crap...."
Ratsputin watches it then he looks over at Kaati, with a nodding of his head and then he nods towards Elowyn. As he motions with his hand in a pick up fashion, the joys of war form not being able to talk in the words of man.
"It's okay," Kaati says steadily. "I'm gonna help you, all right? D'you have anything on you that you could throw to me?"
In the meantime, Kaati unsheathes the knife at the small of her back, and nicks the back of one wrist. With the efficient motions of long practice, she cleans the knife and snaps it back into its sheath.
Cait pauses and then looks at Rats, << She can't pick it up, one of us will have to help her. >> She looks at the box and then back to Rats again before she'll straighten slightloy, eager to go help it seems. "ROpe?", she says mangledly with a glance at Kaati. << maybe she can tie rope and we can help pull it? but to where? >>
El looks over to Kaati then blinks. "Anything on me?" Patting herself she then feels her hair. "All I have is my hair scrunchy...." Chuckling a bit she then stops. Quickly she unzips one of her boots and picks it up. "Here." At that she throws it towards Kaati before taking the other one off.
Kaati leans sideways deftly, managing not to get beaned by the boot. She goes to retrieve it, throwing a look at Elowyn with a twisty wry little smile. "Thanks," she says dryly. Then she looks over to the Garou and says, "I don't know what you're growling about, but neither one of you needs to go anywhere NEAR that thing, especially with *her* in the mix." She takes a stone from around her neck and holds it in one hand, with the bootlaces in the other. Looking down for a moment, she studies the ground. Then she starts to chant, and begins a dance full of stomping.
Ratsputin watches the others now his hands behind his back looking at the throwing of the object, the catch the music all of it. His large arms going to cross over his chest, as he nods now.
Cait chuffs at Kaati when she mentions their growling. She'll glance towards Elowyn though and study the spirits around her, moving from foot to foot. This is getting really hard for her, staying put and -waiting- without enacting change. Torture!!! AHHH!!
Elowyn takes a deep breath as she tries to pull it again then exhales a bit. AT that she feels it budge. A slight gasp leaves her as she feels that. "Ugh..."
Cait's body seems to sway, leaning towards the box and Elowyn as that wave pumps out of the box itself. Her eyes widen but she'll clench her jaw and growl a bit, taking a step back, just a single step, maybe it'll give her more strength in fighting the desire to fight for it. It's obvious though that she's leaning towards it, WANTING it she just doesn't act on it.
Ratsputin watches that box the pull of it calling to him but he is able to will himself to not move for now, as he watches his love. His eyes twinkle as he watches it all, then he gets ready for violence just in case. Then he loses the hold of it all, and rushing forward to get the box with a wild scream of air, and then he is moving towards the box.
Elowyn frowns a bit as she looks around then looks to the box. At that she just starts to open it to see if she can just take the item out.
"Fuck," Kaati says succinctly. Her hands move fast, almost out of reflex: a smear of blood to the combat boot, just before she throws it at Rats. Her intention goes with it, a single overriding biological command: SLEEP.
Ratsputin rushes forward with a howl of rage and then he is feeling sleeply, but the shiney he needs it in his life more then anything. He rushes forward now as he is running he is reaching for it now absent mindly, as his eyes are narrow.
Kaati tries not to focus on the two giant brawling Crinos. She really does. Her attention is on Elowyn, and the box. With that stone still in her hand, she starts beating a rapid, urgent pattern against one thigh, beginning to pace a circle again.
Seeing Ratsputin lose it again, Cait hunkers down in a running back position and launches herself forward with those powerful legs. She is not a freerunner for nothing, and it shows even in Crinos form. Fast, she's over them in a swift action and like a tank trunk bowls him over with a huge crash! She's not trying to hurt him, just pin him. She roars in his ear as she pins him down, << GET YOURSELF UNDER CONTROL!!! >> He may be higher rank, but she is Ahroun. Whatever damage he does to her, she just takes in order to keep him pinned.
The rage is taking Ratsputin as he starts to surge forward as he then let's out a roar of displeasure at Cait, as he throws her away off of him. But he has not a moment to spare as he rushes forward again towards the shiny, with a snarl as he will not be stoped. His large muscler war formed body glinting in the sun without the hair, pasty white.
Kaati looks over to Ratsputin, wary. "Your quest, your call," she says. "Take it out? I could try to make her strong enough to lift the box, but…
Cait continues to crouch, like a linebacker, ready to launch forward at the slightest hint of trouble. She's staring towards Elowyn and then glances at Ratsputin, meeting his gaze with a tense look. It's clear she's going to follow his lead on this, because she often keeps looking between him and Elowyn, and the spirits around her.
Eloywn tries to pull it again then lets out a hiss. "....ow...." A hand moves to her back but her gaze moves to those fight. "...crap...."
Ratsputin watches it then he looks over at Kaati, with a nodding of his head and then he nods towards Elowyn. As he motions with his hand in a pick up fashion, the joys of war form not being able to talk in the words of man.
"It's okay," Kaati says steadily. "I'm gonna help you, all right? D'you have anything on you that you could throw to me?"
In the meantime, Kaati unsheathes the knife at the small of her back, and nicks the back of one wrist. With the efficient motions of long practice, she cleans the knife and snaps it back into its sheath.
Cait pauses and then looks at Rats, << She can't pick it up, one of us will have to help her. >> She looks at the box and then back to Rats again before she'll straighten slightloy, eager to go help it seems. "ROpe?", she says mangledly with a glance at Kaati. << maybe she can tie rope and we can help pull it? but to where? >>
El looks over to Kaati then blinks. "Anything on me?" Patting herself she then feels her hair. "All I have is my hair scrunchy...." Chuckling a bit she then stops. Quickly she unzips one of her boots and picks it up. "Here." At that she throws it towards Kaati before taking the other one off.
Kaati leans sideways deftly, managing not to get beaned by the boot. She goes to retrieve it, throwing a look at Elowyn with a twisty wry little smile. "Thanks," she says dryly. Then she looks over to the Garou and says, "I don't know what you're growling about, but neither one of you needs to go anywhere NEAR that thing, especially with *her* in the mix." She takes a stone from around her neck and holds it in one hand, with the bootlaces in the other. Looking down for a moment, she studies the ground. Then she starts to chant, and begins a dance full of stomping.
Ratsputin watches the others now his hands behind his back looking at the throwing of the object, the catch the music all of it. His large arms going to cross over his chest, as he nods now.
Cait chuffs at Kaati when she mentions their growling. She'll glance towards Elowyn though and study the spirits around her, moving from foot to foot. This is getting really hard for her, staying put and -waiting- without enacting change. Torture!!! AHHH!!
Elowyn takes a deep breath as she tries to pull it again then exhales a bit. AT that she feels it budge. A slight gasp leaves her as she feels that. "Ugh..."
Cait's body seems to sway, leaning towards the box and Elowyn as that wave pumps out of the box itself. Her eyes widen but she'll clench her jaw and growl a bit, taking a step back, just a single step, maybe it'll give her more strength in fighting the desire to fight for it. It's obvious though that she's leaning towards it, WANTING it she just doesn't act on it.
Ratsputin watches that box the pull of it calling to him but he is able to will himself to not move for now, as he watches his love. His eyes twinkle as he watches it all, then he gets ready for violence just in case. Then he loses the hold of it all, and rushing forward to get the box with a wild scream of air, and then he is moving towards the box.
Elowyn frowns a bit as she looks around then looks to the box. At that she just starts to open it to see if she can just take the item out.
"Fuck," Kaati says succinctly. Her hands move fast, almost out of reflex: a smear of blood to the combat boot, just before she throws it at Rats. Her intention goes with it, a single overriding biological command: SLEEP.
Ratsputin rushes forward with a howl of rage and then he is feeling sleeply, but the shiney he needs it in his life more then anything. He rushes forward now as he is running he is reaching for it now absent mindly, as his eyes are narrow.
Kaati tries not to focus on the two giant brawling Crinos. She really does. Her attention is on Elowyn, and the box. With that stone still in her hand, she starts beating a rapid, urgent pattern against one thigh, beginning to pace a circle again.
Seeing Ratsputin lose it again, Cait hunkers down in a running back position and launches herself forward with those powerful legs. She is not a freerunner for nothing, and it shows even in Crinos form. Fast, she's over them in a swift action and like a tank trunk bowls him over with a huge crash! She's not trying to hurt him, just pin him. She roars in his ear as she pins him down, << GET YOURSELF UNDER CONTROL!!! >> He may be higher rank, but she is Ahroun. Whatever damage he does to her, she just takes in order to keep him pinned.
The rage is taking Ratsputin as he starts to surge forward as he then let's out a roar of displeasure at Cait, as he throws her away off of him. But he has not a moment to spare as he rushes forward again towards the shiny, with a snarl as he will not be stoped. His large muscler war formed body glinting in the sun without the hair, pasty white.
While Kaati gets ready to do her spell, the two garou are getting ready to wrestle over that box, Elowyn flips the latch on it, opening that box with a soft click. There's a sudden pause, the hold that was held on Rats and Cait both suddenly.. stop. Kaati would feel it as well, that lack of being drawn to the box almost a weight onto itself in it's missing. The lid floats open on it's own, revealing a warm glow within the box. There doesn't seem to be a source, just.. a glow, that basks the area in it's light.
Kaati's shoulders relax, but the rest of her doesn't, not really. "Fuck," she says succinctly.
Everyone is able to figure it out in their own way. The glow is most definitely from a Spirit. This is what was drawing them all but Elowyn to the box. With the box open, the glow comes floating out of it, a swirling, if small, mass of coins, rings, gems and jewelry. It bobs and weaves in the air as it gushes at them in spirit speech! ~Oh! Thank you thank you!! It's been so long since i've been free! I've been pulling people to me, to try to be let loose, but you, you! You are the one who freed me!! I am so happy!~
Ratsputin watches it now as it is leaving now, as he looks over at Elowyn with a wide smile as he moves towards her now. His hands at his side as he watches it all, ready if in need to in his large war form to kill and to hurt, to battle for the love of his life. As he stands besides her now, his large hand is at his side, as he looks at the leaving spirit.<Good day and pleasent travels, stay safe little one.>
Elowyn gasps as she sits down and blinks a few times. Looking up at it squeaking and chirping she blinks a few times before looking over at the others now. "Um...is everyone okay?"
Tipping her head, Kaati paces to the center to join them. "Where do you belong?" she asks, studying the sparkling thing.
The spirit would click and shift, chitter as coins move against one another in that little cloud of riches. ~I belong all over. So hard, So hard see? To be seen as worth keeping. Most trade away. But boxes? Oh. They make such lovely places to rest! Until some mean spirit comes and closes the box. I tried so hard to get out. I called to so many people.~ It would waver back and forth sadly. ~And yet see? None are here. None but you! So I am happy to go! To find a better spot to be!~
There is a crunch of bone, and a movement as he is turning back into the homid, his long duster is and his eyes on the man for a moment, as he reaches into the pocket of his coat. There is a flick of his hand as he opens it slowly, it is a little black box, but there is a feeling of joy attached to it, has been used for years to show wonder to children and adults in many places, there is something about it, there is a trick to it to close so he breaks that off with a flick of his hand, this box can't be closed now as he lies it before the treasure spirit."I have used this for years, it was my magic box till recently. It means the world to me and the others but I have given up magic, I present you with a home that can't be shut."
El stays quiet as she gets up, smiling a bit. Looking over at him she then moves closer to Rats now. Seems she's letting them handle it.
Kaati turns her attention to Ratsputin, watching him with steady, unreadable eyes. Then one corner of her mouth tugs upward a tiny bit.
The spirit hovers there for a few moments. The mass of wealth within it shifting against one another as it seems to study that box offered. ~Little value. But sentimental value. Intangible. But real. Acceptable. A token to show worth for your offer.~ With that, a glittery golden ring would spin out of the mass, shimmering as it'd land neatly in Rat's hand. The box is taken up by the spirit, fluttered about and then as it'd pour into the box, it and the box would simply.. Vanish.
Ratsputin watches the box leave with the spirit, as he waits for a moment with his hand is wrapped around his girl's waist.
