July 09, 2005
.07.09.05. - TC challenge [july moot pt 7]

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(grand elder)
And yet a third challenge. Again, the Grand Elder stands before Tashna'Heca, as he challenges for Truth Catcher. For this, challenge, however, he waves forward his pack member, Basseline. "Tell them a tale for him to judge, Galliard."

Young and cocky, Bassline moves forward. Shorter than average height, he'd be scrawny if it weren't for the musculature, so his stature settles somewhere around wiry. Blonde haired, blue eyed, he would be aryan in appearance, if it weren't for the fact that the blonde was peroxide, complete with dark roots... and spiked. Startling, for his stature and height, his voice is as deep as his name suggests.

He eyes Tashna'Heca for a long moment, then smiles. The boy can be awfully persuasive when he wants to be, and right now? He does. Prepared, he steps right on into the thick of it.

"A story, is that it? Alright. Gonna tell you the story of an old buddy of mine, a Glasswalker Ragabash. He was raised up on a farm, he was and through sheer tenacity or clumsiness was dubbed "Runs with Scissors" at a very young age. The boy tempted fate like no one I'd ever seen; before or since, and had all the battle scars to prove it. Though for all his splats, he never was injured on a mission, can ya believe that?

Anyway - the boy had this hankering to be a hero, it was all he lived for. He went on and on about how he learned martial arts and hand to hand in some wackass place like Tibet. He had a fondness for ponies too - riding one around all maxed out with ultimate bling. Got him ALL the chicks. Never did figure that shit out, he drove the rest of us nuts with the cockiness. Loved to take his honeys out to his favorite spot in the woods, and get his groove on, if you know what I'm saying. Only one who every understood his ass were the weird ass Corax blokes he hung with. Odd as shit, I'll tell ya. Maybe they liked his bling? But yeah - that's my boy RoS. Damn, am I hot or what?"

A smug wink, and he crosses his arms, and waits. Balance without Fault just shakes his head. "In the words of my packmate, there are 10 instances that fall into the line of Truth and Falsehood. Judge."

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(tashna)
He listens intently and uses his gifts to ascertain the truths and lies by point.

The Rattlesnake spirit speaks for him as he attempts to answer, he smiles first and chuckles soundlessly though "Imposssing, to pull apart a Talesssingersss tale"

"Firsssst, he was raised on a farm, this was true. But I find it unlikely he earned a deedname at a young age." He holds up, one, then two fingers.
"He wassss never injured on a missssion.. injured at home, it seemssss." three fingers.
"He wasss not, however, wissshing to be a hero, nor did he learn martial arts in Tibet." four and five, which he holds, then folds the hand back down in a fist for the next five.
"The fondnesssss for poniessss.. I do not sssee how a gambling problem could help one find prossspective matesss, esspecially with the heavy losssesss he must have had.. maximum blingage" he shakes his head and smiles, then pops up two more fingers.
"The favorite spot in the woodsss then, issss a fabrication.. no women, no need for ssssuch, yes?" another finger up, 8 total.
"And.. it sssseemsss to me he did not know any coraxss, yes? Since his bling was all left at the track." A ninth finger.
"And I think you are a fine Talesinger, Basssseline, but a cleaner look might attract more ladiessss" A tenth finger, and he drop his hand, looking between them expectantly.

(ge)
The Grand Elder listens to the judgement, and then chuckles with a nod. "90% correct, Tashna'Heca. A better result, one could not hope for, as perfection is so rare.

The Pony? Is a Ford Mustang. Though I thought your explanation likely just as easily could have been correct. Fact is - you caught the truth and lies within the tale."

He looks to the council. "I have made my decision. I support his bid as Truth Catcher. Is there any that disagrees? If so, state your reasons now."

[Council members? You're up!]


(walker elder - nelly?)
"No objections from the Warder Elder..."


(fenrir - decker)
"Kin he talk through somethin' that don't hiss so much?" Decker smirks. Hard to tell if he's joking -- those smirks look so much like sneers.


(coggie - leroy)
"the Children of Gaia have no Objection" LeRoy shouts from his corner. An eye towards Decker given at his request. Shake of his head.

(uktena - yu gan)
*Yu listened. Watching. Pointy ears twitching and pivoting. A shake of his head when it was all over. He wouldn't object. That was pretty impressive.

Speaking in the language of wolves he nods* "No objection from the Uktena.

Though effort should be made to learn the garou of the sept so that the next moot's bone bounces around in some what ranking order."

*A bit of humor in the body language of the Uktena. Tash had gotten it on the spot this moot and hadn't done badly. He'd done pretty good for how new he was.
Still some felt slighted and if it happened AGAIN after he'd been here longer they might box ears.

He nods to his Tribe brother. Glad to have another Uktena in position of respect*


(silver fang - virago)

The Silver Fang unfurls from where she stands, if unfurling is really what that ripple of attention through that lithe body could be called. A certain languidity that isn't long dismantled - just enough for her to murmur loud enough, clear enough, crisp in its upper-class anglo accents.

"I'm inclined to agree with all gone before me," a pause is given, punctuated by a mocking smile, before she lazily continues. "And in particular the comment of the Fenrir elder. While I'm sure a forked tongue has its many allures --" wicked little fang. "-- unfortunately speaking is not one of them."

(black furies)
" The Black Furys have no objections. "


(gnawers - james)
the Fenrir Elder's query sparks a similar smirk/sneer on Jukebox's face
his accented slur is bad enough, the hissing may drive the Sept crackers
not to mention the legendary vices associated with a serpent's split tongue
there's a bitter irony in this - wrapped up nice and neat and with a bow
his Frankenweiler mentors would appreciate the allegorical reference
though is Maelstrom's Sept aiming to be that unprecedented.....

"Gnaw'r's s'ppor' th' bid." chin lifts up in nod towards those that spoke before - Fenrir, Uktena, then Silver Fang - indicating their requests or concerns ".... an' th' oth'r Eld'rs."

at least aversion to hearing the reptile's whispers could prompt more use of truth than not in future situations..... a guy can hope, anyway

(fianna - sandman)
Seems as though it was all unanimous at this point. James nodded his assent as well. "Ye've got th'Fianna's approval."

(shadowlords - milo)
Milo nods once those Elders of greater rank have spoken. "The Shadow Lords find no reason to stand against this Garou taking the position of Truth Catcher."

(ge)
Balance without Fault nods. "Done. By unanimous agreement, Tashna'Heca of the Uktena is now TruthCatcher, until such time as a another challenges or he should step down."

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Posted by james at July 09, 2005 12:00 AM