June 27, 2005.06.27.05. - spirits of a new age [eagle pack][forums]
(hyde)
Hyde had been out gathering components for his rituals. The get were pretty practical when it came to such things but Hyde was born nearly as much of spirit as he was of flesh. The Elementals called him their own and saw him as a brother. So he’d gathered up things for them.Sorting though things there in the hanger he nods and gets to work.
First he gathers up a plastic bag. Emptying the things out of it he smooths it out with his strange 3 fingered hand. Nodding he picks up a jar that’s titled “Liquid Latex” And after a few minutes of effort, unscrews the top with out shattering the jar. A sniff of it and he yanks his head back. Ugg…. Well being a Godi is seldom what one would call “fun”.
He reaches into his duffel and pulls out the drum, and the bone thrummer for it. Nodding to himself he starts to drum out a rhythm taught to him as a child by the elementals themselves. Calling up the elementals he starts to chant. Not sing… he’s not a Skald, but chant, repetition of sound.. the drum.. the plastic bag in front of him. It’s not a quick procedure. After the first hour he concentrates on his spiritual side and slips into the umbra with the drum. Thrumming it as his chant continues.. In the umbra he assumes his birth form. The massive Godi of the Fenrir. Dark steel gray fur, anvil shaped head. The drumming continues and the spirits come.
The first chant and offering had been to the Plastic elementals. When they arrive the Godi confers with them in their own language.
”Spirits of the new age. Plastic of the new ways we offer an exchange. For your assistance in watching over our den. We offer to give thanks to you in this new time of expansion… In the real world I have, ‘liquid latex’ Which I will use to paint on the corners of our den. If you agree to help us I will renew these paintings once a week. All we ask in exchange is a warning should minions of the wyrm approach. The .. latex itself will be painted on the walls. A simple thrumming on the wall will be enough to alert us.”
When the plastic spirits agree, Hyde seals the deal with a bit of spiritual energy and slips back into the real world to do as he said. Using the liquid latex to draw Norse glyphs of protection and observation on the corners of the hanger.
Back into the hanger and to his stuff. Kneeling down he pulls out some delicate items. A mirror, a few little hand blown glass sculptures. A Sun catcher. And a small stained glass wolf. Arranging them in a circle around himself he starts the summoning drum again… after an hour he slips into the umbra and continues his summoning. The glass jaggling shows up and plays with the items in the real world a bit before turning it’s gaze on it’s Elemental brother. Hydes speech is slow… and measured… and gentle when speaking with this one.
”Brother glass….. we of the Eagle Pack…. Would request your aid. For you to tell us…. When and if someone is observing our den…. Though your real world forms…. We would pay tribute… to your beauty and form…. The objects in the real word… will be displayed around our den… and treated with reverence…. Should you agree to help us. “
Another deal is brokered. Just one glass jaggling but one would be enough. Slipping back into the real world the Metis arranges the items around the Hanger. By the windows. If anyone looked in, the glass Jaggling would let them know. Privacy was needed by a Garou pack after all.
Taking a break to drink some pepsi Hyde goes back to his work. To the duffel he empties out some copper wire. A spool of it. For the next hour he takes the time to twist and snip and form the wire into an effigeal crinos Garou. When he’s done there is a copper crinos, arms, legs, tail, head, about a foot tall twisted from the entire spool of copper wire. Nodding to himself he then pulls out the battered CD player and a case of CDs. Hyde wasn’t what you’d call a modern music hound but the spirits sometimes liked it and sometimes a drum just wouldn’t do it. Picking a CD out he blows it off and puts it in the CD player. Electronic music starts to blare and Hyde grunts. Not his flavor, but the spirits would love this shit.
Hunkering down he starts to thrumb the spirit drum in concert with the be bopping beep booping music. Finally shifting over into the umbra he finds the electricity spirits flocking to see what was going on. Speaking rapidly to them in an excited and very articulate manner he offers them the deal.
”Brother spirits thank you for coming! It is a glorious day when the spirits of Electricity and the Garou can work as one. I’ve need of my brother spirits and their aid here in my packs den. We need to insure that the Den is kept in power and perhaps call on you in it’s defense should we ever be attacked! The music you hear playing is in YOUR HONOR. And I have built a small wire form for you to inhabit in our den. You will be honored for your aid and appreciated as the new and strong spirits you are becoming!!”
Again, as always after the deal he seals it with some of his own spiritual energies. Slipping back to the real world he finds the little Copper crinos moving around. Exploring the hanger. A grunt and message over the totem phone to the pack IF you see a small animate crinos made of copper in the pack house.. don’t touch it. It’s being used by an electricity Jaggling. Make little beeping noises at it but don’t TOUCH it.
Another pause and he eats some slim jims. Dragging some more items out of his bag he sets about summoning the Metal Elementals. A small gong is employed as well as banging some pots and pans instead of the drum. The racket isn’t quiet at all and when Hyde slips into the umbra he does find a jagging waiting.
”Sprit of metal thank you for hearing my call. I’ve come to ask you for ai.. “
”ShutthefuckupmotherfuckerIknowallaboutyourfurrykindandIdon’twantanything todowithyoursoftasses!Gotohell.YougotohellandDIE!”
With which the spirit kicks Hyde in the chest and sends him tumbling back across the dock before leaving. Sitting up he grunts and rubs his chest. “Well that could have gone better….”
Shifting back over to the “real” world he moves over to his corner of the hanger. Waits for the copper crinos to move out of his “Nest” and he crawls into the pile of blankets under the one affixed to the wall in a sort of tent/lean too style. Crawling in in crinos the massive Garou curls up as tight as he can to rest. That shit hurt.
In the morning he awoke and stretched. Crawling out of his nest he shifted back down to his homid form and headed out of the pack house and to the caern. The morning from sun up till noon was spent in meditation. Regaining his spiritual energies at the side of Maelstrom. Bleeding himself into the whirlpool in exchange. His metis birth letting the blood trickle out and replenish as it did, but still, the pain, the sacrifice was real.
At noon he headed back to the hanger and entered. Moving over he cleaned up all the things from the night before. And then pulled out more ‘traditional’ elemental summoning items. Air and Earth weren’t really present much on a pier but he could summon fire and water.
He decided for water first. Pulling out a cube from the duffel he opens the box and rolls out the “inflatable pool. Taking a while to blow the damn thing up by mouth (( Metis fenrir don’t often carry air compressors)) He finally gets it full. Then running a hose from the sink to the pool he fills it up. Nodding to himself he turns off the water. Shifs to his lupus form and steps into the pool. This way it comes up to about his furry chest. Throwing back his head he barks and starts to… dance. He danced much better in lupus than he did in homid and crinos would just shred the inflatable pool. Splish splash he danced and danced, yipping and barking in the water. Finally shifting over into the umbra sodden wet and smelling like a wet wolf he grinned to the spirits that had responded to his summoning.
”Livly spirits of water. Thank you for coming. We of the eagles ask for your aid in defending our den. It sits above the waves and we ask that should someone come in under your loving embrace of the water, that you make it as difficult for them as possible, and alert us to their approach. In reply, we shall routinely employ you to cleanse our selves and in doing so, show honor to you.”
The deal once agreed on, sealed with gnosis and hyde steps back into the real world. Shaking out his fur he shifted back up to crinos and gathered the material for the last of his summonings. Setting out incense in a circle around him he lights them and lets the fragrant smoke raise into the air. It also covered the ‘wet wolf’ smell. Which was a bonus.
Sitting in the middle of the circle he pulls out sticks and string. Taking his time he forms little figures of each member of the pack. Decker in crinos all pointy and angular. James in homid with some yarn for hair… AnneMarie in crinos but all slender and silent looking. Kemp in homid dancing around like a monkey. Himself in crinos with arms spread to the spirits. He even includes the Kinfolk. Roxy with narrow hips and a little stick gun. Moira, a smaller stick figure sitting down. And Imogen. Wrapped in frost blue yarn with a big honking knife in one hand.
Nodding to himself once they’re completed he puts on a new CD. This one fiery and clashing. Letting the music raise with the smoke of the incense. Slipping into the umbra he sees the fire spirits there. Bowing before them
”Spirits of fire and rebirth thank you for heeding my call. We of the eagles ask for your aid in the protection of our den. Should attack come we’re hoping that we can count on you to aid in our defense. All in creation know your strength and ability to harm. In becoming allies we would call on that strength in time of need. In return I will offer up routine burnt offerings. Starting with effigies of the pack itself so that if battle comes, you will know whom you’ve already claimed and know not to claim us again…. “
Again.. the deal is made and Hyde returns to the real world. A spritz of lighter fluid and a match and FOOM the little stick pack goes up in flames. He smiles and watches them burn. Once they’re done he stretches and cleans up. Leaving the wading pool in the middle of the hanger. Crawling back into his den to rest. Dealing with spirits was not easy after all.
(( Note to all, The rolls for these actions were preformed prior to posting and IN THE PRESENCE OF AN ADMIN, so there would be no question of rolls being fudged or rolled till successes were garnered. Admin presided over the rolls and expenditures here in and all was done above the bord. Not just typed up on whim.Thanks))
(decker)
While Hyde's in there working his voodoo Decker wisely stays out. He didn't know wtf was going on but all the banging, clashing, stink and electronica was fraying his nerves even halfway down the pier. From time to time a passing spirit ripples his skin into goosebumps even this side of the Gauntlet. The Modi stays where he is, though, smoking slowly, watching the sun move on the water.Night and day and night again. He leaves, he comes back, he leaves and comes back. Finally, the packhouse is quiet. Decker nudges the door open and stares for a minute. Plastic goop spelling glyphs on the walls. Little glass figurines in the windows. The lingering scent of incense. And... wtf...?
The Modi crouches down to get a better look at the little copper crinos coming toward him. So that's what Hyde was talking about. Like you'd do to a small dog, he holds out the back of his hand, fingers curled under. "Beep," says Decker, dubiously, and is rewarded by the copper crinos sniffing at his knuckles, or at least making the pretense, before turning and rambling off on all fours. Blue sparks jump between the wires.
Decker snorts a laugh to himself. Cool. Still squatting on his haunches, he shuffles after it, following it around the packhouse like an idiot. He watches the little crinos sniff here, sharpen its claws there, leap up on a table and then jump down. The machines it passes spontaneously turn on and off, surge and hum.
Finally, the Modi can't resist anymore. While the copper crinos' back was turned (it was digging through a pile of junk to get to a dead telephone baseset, which it then cannibalizes to add chips and wires to itself), he reaches out gingerly to pet its head... closer... closer... closer...
"OW MUTHAFUCKER!" Decker comes slamming out of the packhouse, dodging a ball of St Elmo's fire and shaking his zapped hand. "OW. Shit!"
(tristan)
The godi has been busy, and the modi comes running out of the packhouse cussing, and nearly knocks Tristan off his feet as he barrels past. A blink, or two, and the pretty boi kin decides... well, sometimes it's simply best not to ask. A wise kin knows when to keep his mouth shut.Sometimes Tristan is wise.
Then again - he finds the little Copper Crinos inside and reacts almost like Decker, tipping his head and watching it curiously. He sets down the groceries, and studies the little thing as it studies him in return. He reaches out to touch it - but unlike Decker, he sees the arc of blue sparks as a warning, and snorts shaking his head. "Cute." But he's not about to touch it. Nope. nuh uh.
So he goes about putting the groceries away, and makes himself useful for a bit, before slipping out again. He doesn't stick around the packhouses much any longer unless there's a specific task he is needed to perform. Past experience proved it's never a good idea, and without James' presense, he simply does his good deeds, straightens up, and lets himself out again.
Little does he know, he's been marked.
Back to the over the garage apartment he goes, to gather his things for tonights street corner performances that continue to keep a roof over his head - well, that and the lessons he teaches, etc. Stepping inside the apartment, he hits the button on his answering machine and listens to the messages as they beep through one by one. Nothing of real importance, nothing that makes him have to rush right out, or anything. And certianly nothing that speaks to the heart.
A sigh, slight. But it's shaken off, soon enough, pretty boi style. He moves to the little kitchenette, and sets a kettle on for water to boil for some ramen before hitting the streets. As the water heats, he moves to the bedroom, and changes quickly into clean jeans, wifebeater, and flannel overshirt. Socks and boots, and he's almost ready to go again. To the kitchen again, only to be assailed by a blast of smoke rolling his way. coughing, he blinks and quickly grabs the pan and turns it over, dousing the flame started by a towel left too close to the stove. Ugh. Stupid mistake, there, Tristan m'boy!
The small flames easily doused, he now has a mess of soggy half burned towel to clean up. He does so, and afterwards, grabs his pack and lighter, thinking nothing of it as he lights a cigarette and inahles deeply. Lighter and pack are tucked into his pockets as he goes about making his ramen, again - this time watching it the whole time to assure he doesn't burn the place down.
His ciggarette is smoked, his meal is made and eaten without further disturbances, and he cleans up quickly afterwards. Time to go. He grabs his violin, his jacket, and makes sure he has everything he needs for the day with him. Pausing to light another cigarette, he flicks repeatedly only to finds his bic almost out of fluid. Have to get another on the way. He tucks his unlit smoke back into the pack and tosses the bic lighter into the garbage. Our pretty boi hero then grabs his Violin case, locks the door behind him, and heads out to his most lucrative corner to play the evening away.
Behind him, they have all they needed. They claimed the Eagles, they claimed the kin - there was one kin missing, however, and it is there that they make a limited judgement call, and where the bic, oft flicked, the flint heated with the effort, and just enough fluid to make the elementals happy.... it finds paper, and flares into flame. Tongues of fire lick greedily, and spread [should have taken out that garbage, pretty boi...] and soon catching onto bigger and better things.
...Let Chicago - or at least this Garage/Apartment - Burn... but save the Eagles. Just a warning for one who entered the packhouse. Those consumed once will not be consumed again. This one, however was not offered - and nice or not, Fire Elementals take their cue's seriously.
and most literally.
[burn, baby, burn]
(roxy)
Tongues of fire lick greedily, and spread (should have taken out that garbage, Tristan!!...) and soon catching onto bigger and better things.
. . .Let Chicago - or at least this Garage/Apartment - Burn... but save the Eagles. Just a warning for one who entered the pack house. Those consumed once will not be consumed again. This one however was not offered - and nice or not, Fire Elementals take their cues seriously.. . . . and most literally.
[burn, baby, burn]
The apartment shrouded in the silence… the burning embers rise up as anything and everything flammable becomes fuel for the growing fire. The Fire Elementals dancing around joyously with their chaotic ballet, dropping a current of black smoke once cheap polyester fabrics ignite. The inferno spreads quickly from the kitchenette to towards the bedrooms. Here is where the repercussions begins
One kinfolk not taken into account for and bound under the protection of the Godi’s protection wards; the flames lick across the door to Moira’s bedroom as the young Fenrir girl was asleep. The wisp of girl tosses and turns between the sheets, kicking at them with her legs. The temperature in the room escalates from the heat outside her door, beads of sweat glisten on her skin to dampen thick, chocolate curls to her face. Wafts of crude black smoke slip beneath the crack under the door. She breathes in a heavy inhalation, fumes and smoke, filling her lungs to make her choke.
There is a sudden twist in the girl’s gut, a stabbing pain as her stomach twisted in to knots instincts taking over to make Moira wake up. She bolts upright in the bed, narrowing her eyes through the vague haze of smoke. She looks around, touching a hand to the damp sheets, tossing them aside as bare feet hit the floor. In three strides, the girl hits the door. Her hand reaches for the doorknob, but stops. The sensation of heated metal tingled barely against her fingertips, like hovering your hand over a hot stove. She pulls her hand back, sliding it over to the wooden door instead. Heat burned across the tender pads of her palm and fingers, Moira lets out a startled cry jerking back, fumbling over a pile of laundry on the floor and collapses against the side of the bed. Cobalt blue eyes can see the bright orange glow just under the door; she starts to cough.
Panic. It crashes into her hard and fierce; a hand pulls up the collar of her shirt as she scrambles to her feet, coughing through thin material. Moira makes her way to the window, fighting it with one hand, then two before throwing it open. She looks around, grabbing for her knapsack beside the bed, slinging it across her shoulder and starts to climb out the window. The door to her bedroom starts to turn black, holes eaten through as the fire spreads into her bedroom. It was a risky jump to the ground from her second-story window. A glance towards the rickety fire escape that is within her arm’s reach and the Kin takes her chances with it. Moira wiggles and shimmies onto it, scraping her left thigh across the rusted metal, feeling it bite into soft, bare skin. She winces in pain, a quick glance down to the little red welts start to bleed, upon her thigh.
No time for that now. . .
Another minute and the fire had invaded her bedroom, consuming everything in its wake; Moira carefully makes her way down the fire escape, slipping to the ladder. She kicks at it with her foot, growling, as the rusted thing would not move. Without thinking, Moira grabs the bottom steps, lowering herself down until she dangled there. A look back to see the fire spreading across the top portion of the apartment, it hadn’t reached the garage yet. She lets go and drops the few extra feet between fire escape and ground, landing ungracefully on her ass. She picks herself up, dodging cars as she trots across the street away from the fire. Her hand moves into her rescued knapsack, finding her phone. She calls 911, screaming frantically at the poor operator in her panic-state to send a Fire Department. Eventually... Tristan and Imogen will get the same phone calls as well...
--
Another fifteen to twenty minutes later, Moira not the only person to make a distress call… Paramedics and Fire personal litter the street outside the Apartment garage in the Riverfront, dousing out the flames that ate building.
(hyde)
Gettng back just before dawn he was curious. He'd seen the fire at Tristans house and he hadn't gone umbral but it was a big coiencidence. So.... he slipped umbral at the pack house with a little limp wristed, fiddle toating effigy of the kinfolk and burned it for the fire elementals there. Just in case... showing them he (( tristan)) wasn't to be harmed either.The elementals giggled and danced and froliced all happily, wich made hyde think that yeah they might have done it... but you couldn't tell a fire not to burn any more than youcould tell water to be dry.
So he left it at that.
Sipping back into the real world. Going birth form an craling under the lean too in the corner. Curling up in his "den" and sleeping.
(james)
while Hyde is working on his voodoo Decker wisely stays out
he didn't know what it was about, but it freyed his nerves from halfway down the pier
another of the Eagle's resident Full Moons, however, isn't so easily fended off
James keeps his distance quietly observing what preparations the Godi makes
Frankenweiler roots inspiring some level of curiosity for the whole complicated ordealthe Gnawer knows battle - claws and fists and fang and the general splattering of evil-doers
this whole Spirit Talker rigmarole is as foreign as it is fascinating
he did, however, know better than to interrupt with any of the endless string of questionsback and forth across the Gauntlet Hyde weilds his deals
dark eyes watch from beneath curtain of raggedy dreads
making mental note of the little details that hold such gargantuan significance
(..... better to be aware before risking a detrimental blunder, yes, Jamey-boy?....)
silently studying what he can from what he deems as the most suitable teacher
analyzing the parts and pieces that he, himself, can suitably pitch in come tomorrowthere will be time for questions and explanations later
now? there's a sympathetic cringe as the metal spirit doesn't powwow as well as planned
the Godi retreats with little more than a flicked glance of contact between packmates
animate Copper Crinos receives more in the form of muted sound effects as it passes by
(.... be-beep....beep....)
then the guttermutt settles in for the night, automatic sentinel while the Fenrir deservedly rests
the spirit work may already have their haven dutifully guarded
but James isn't one to let effort go unacknowledged, or unappreciated
occasionally following the distal glow of the Copper Crinos exploring their denby Hyde's morning meditation, the Gnawer is long gone
returning only somewhere towards the sun's afternoon descent
just in time to see Decker's hasty, spotlighted, departure
and can't stifle the rumbling laugh no matter how hard he triescuriosity's supposed to kill the cat.... thus.... singe the Garou?
perhaps this is yet another thing that James simply.... doesn't want or need to know
checking the doorway for anymore outgoing fireballs before ducking inside
the weighty plastic bag carried in his left hand makes a direct line for the now-working freezer
a smaller package wrapped in white butcher paper remains in the drummer's calloused grip
that's carted over to the Godi's lean-to castle snugly nestled in the corner
he doesn't knock or call out - doesn't need to - nearing presence of pack works well enough
choice cut of venison set within easy reach of the proverbial 'door'
joined by a six-pack of Pepsi still beading from the cooler"Earn'd'ih."
the meat yet uncooked, for James wouldn't presume to know what's preferred, and it's something for Hyde to enjoy all his own.... it's obviously the priciest of butcher-block cuts James was able to procure for meeting the pack's unlimited hunger pangs, likely not one he finagled for pennies or free..... but the Godi's sacrifice didn't come cheap, either
Posted by james at June 27, 2005 12:00 AM
[in progress]