[Roman Turner] "Ya should of seen it. This nut case used spiders for his spies. Kind of ingenious when ya think about him as the spider and the webbing his telegraph. But he was also making Frankenstein's monster meets the transformers or something."
He moved forward to open the door for the ladies.
[Alexa Thanos] Alex raised an eyebrow at Roman when he came over to where she was standing, but she stepped out of his way so that he could be the gentlemen and open the door for the lot of them. Under different circumstances she might have been bemused. She waits for others to head in before she follows through. It's not pleasant inside, but it's a lot better then when they first had walked in.
[The Truth] The insides itself resembled a strange amalgamation of chop shop, hospital, and slaughter house. Save for the fact that no effort had been made to sterilize, or properly store the decaying flesh tossed about like it was useless trash. The entire operation would appear crude though Imogen, being a doctor herself, might pick up on the precision with which the one behind the entire thing worked. He seemed unbothered by the lack of sanitation, not because he was unsanitary but because the decay served as bait. It called to and lured the creatures who, to this day, still lurk beyond the horizon casting a thin haze of rage over the area.
The strange machine things that were being constructed were not the sterile weaver creations one might expect. Just as the wyrm uses the power of rage and the kiss of the wyld to weasel its way into the minds of the Garou so too can the Wyrm manage to take the intentions and desires of creative humans and twist them to its own end. There is no doubt at the sight of decaying corpses, and half constructed mechanical abominations that this was one such instance.
Cleansing the place is more than just a matter of a simple ritual... This entire operation will need to be dismantled and covered up. That would take effort on its own...
Still none of this matter would give answers. Perhaps it was best no one be given a glimpse into the mind of a monster. Perhaps it would be best to simply burn the place to the ground and forget about it. Still this operation was surprisingly well hidden and seemed to serve some kind of function.
For those brave enough to seek answers there were possibilities. Three separate computers were networked together. Three separate computers loaded with all manner of interesting data. Tucked away in the office... No doubt their owner had not intended them to fall into the hands of anyone. Unfortunately his plans didn't work out as he had intended did they?
[Alexa Thanos] [I think that the garou have been here doing clean up since it all went down Nick. Like, I'm sure that there's not decaying bodies lying around anymore, at the very least.]
[Sorrow] So: the four of them outside the only doors to the warehouse that were not bricked over or welded shut or otherwise firmly sealed. Kora pulls open the door. There are lights inside, those battery powered camping lanterns, just a handful if the electricity is not on, and against the chance that it might, at any time, go out if the power grid still words. The first long hall is filled with the freezers that were both prison and tomb to most of them men who died to make the corrupted doctor's super soldiers.
"We've gotten all these cleaned out," Kora says, grabbing the lantern just inside the door. The smell of bleach and oher strong chemicals is sharp, here. "We've been bleaching to get rid of the blood, and have cleaned up, cleansed, and burned most of the bodies we found here. There are a bunch of computers in the office, too. I know we can't just throw those away."
[Imogen Slaughter] "Magnetize them," Imogen says. "Strong magnets on the harddrives and the motherboards t'wipe any potential data."
Her nostrils pinch slightly at the burn of cleaning solvents in the air as she steps through the doorway, her gaze moving over the long hallway of freezers. She is silent, taking in the scope of them.
"Though," she says mildly. "You may want to check them for his suppliers first. And his source o' income. This," a movement of her hand, gesturing at everything. "Does not come cheap. I find it hard to believe tha' someone financed it privately."
[Roman Turner] "Ya might find his schematics and plans. Maybe even his Dear Diary notes on them computers."
He didn't like this place and found himself constantly knocking spider webs down.
[Sorrow] "I can transfer iTunes to an iPod. I can send an e-mail or an instant message, if you let me near a computer, doc," a sidelong glance at the doctor as they continue down the long hallway, the stench of the cleaning producs makes a grotesque admixture of old blood and the sharper scent of bleach applied with a liberal hand.
" - but I haven't touched one in what - four years? Maybe five. I'm not going to get much of anything from his computer. I'd like to know, too, though, who was helping him snatch those patients, you know? Someone had to find him folks who didnt have much in th way of family, or whose families wouldn't really notice that they were missing." She glances at Roman as he suggests that they might find his Dear Diary notes. She gives him this twist of her mouth, edging toward a smirk, made sharper by their surroundings, by the brutal work of the clean-up.
"Maybe you know someone who could pull that info from the machines before we destroy the data?"
[Alexa Thanos] [dont wait on me, fixing lunch for kids.]
to Imogen Slaughter, Roman Turner, Sorrow, The Truth
[Imogen Slaughter] Imogen's mouth twists slightly, though it's not a smirk, something more like a grimace.
"I can try," a brief glance, wry, in Kora's direction. "I know a bit more than instant messaging and email."
[Roman Turner] "Glasswalker could. Me, I'm, good ole home schooled. I can tell ya the right crop to put in and when to rotate them. Work on a combine and I can buck hay till the sun goes down, but computers are a curse. Ma says ain't got nothing but them poor naked girls on them. And them girls lost their way, that's why they are on there with all the bomb makers looking at them little parts God didn't mean to be shared with more than one person at a time."
[Imogen Slaughter] Imogen's glance to Roman is sharp, her mouth twisting - and this time, it is a smirk, barely suppressed.
"The naked girls are with the bomb-makers, are they? That seems like an unwise distraction when dealin' with bombs."
[Roman Turner] "No, no, they might be the bomb, but they ain't the boom bomb makers. They are showing their little girly parts to them searching the web for bomb plans. And speaking of web. Kind of funny...the web...the webs this guy had all over. Sounds like more than one kind of webbing going on and yet they crossed."
[Sorrow] "C'mon, then," Kora returns, low-voiced. She's hushed in this tomb of a place, except when Roman's comment about naked girls and bomb makers makes her laugh, briefly, surely, a flare of her nostrils, the subtle whuff of air from her nose and mouth.
Their footsteps are sure down the long hallway; they pass through a much larger room, then, with a huge purpose-made freezer in the center. The door has been brutally wrenched away from its welds, smashed through from without. The largest of the soldiers has been dismantled. Kora removed the weapons and the armor for trophies, but cleansed and burned all traces of the body parts used to construct the thing.
Then, they take another turn, down the last hallway toward the office that Alexa first discovered, where they found the computers. "What the hell," Kora asks, as head to the office, with the computers, if only to distract Roman from discussions of naked girls and bomb makers. "does it mean to buck hay?"
[Roman Turner] "Ya ain't never bucked hay?"
He was clearly surprised with that response.
"Well sucks Miss Kora, folk been bucking hay for centuries. Ya gotta cut it first, then someone drives the baler with a truck where all the bales get caught as they come out all nice and neat. Then when ya get to the barn, one guy goes on up in the barn while the other stands in the bed of the truck and bucks the hay up to the catcher. The catcher bucks the hay up to the top of the pile. It's called buckin cause ya lift up one of them 75 to a hundred pound square bales and ya catch them on your gut, supporting it with your thighs. Then ya buck against it as ya thrust up with the bale to give it lift. Ya can always tell the jeans worn during bucking, the thighs are all worn and faded."
[Imogen Slaughter] "Hm." This is all Imogen says to Roman's ramble, letting Sorrow divert him as she leads them into the office. Once inside, she surveys the computer(s) first. Brand, set up. She looks for a modem, a router, any signs of a network or any signs of a network which would possibly go into other parts of the building, indicating computers elsewhere.
[The Truth] The computers themselves are storage devices, and looking through any of them would reveal they weren't used in the typical manner as raw data storage. These devices were extensions of their users brain... As if he was using them to multi-task in his project.
All three were left on, and not a single one was currently connected to the outside world... Though a nearby connection could be plugged in to change that it was apparent that he was not looking to make himself readily available to the outside world. Projects like this tend to get frowned upon by the local authorities these days. Ahh the good old days of Nazi Germany when a scientist could be free to pursue science instead of being limited by small minds standing in the way of true understanding.
Each computer was custom built and scattered about the office was a number of computer parts... It was hard to tell but one could probably put together a number of computers from the scraps left lying about alone. Though the three active computers were pretty impressive themselves. Streamlined for speed and function and a glance at the keyboards would reveal that most of the letters had been worn away from use. Implying these computers were used a lot more than just casually. It's really hard to smudge the ink off a keyboard that can't be more than three months old without constant use.
[Sorrow] "I ain't never bucked hay." Kora responds, throwing in an ain't and a double-negative as she responds to Roman in a casual tone that is rather dry. Her dark eyes linger on Imogen, and she holds up the lantern for general light, offering Imogen the direct beam of a flashlight if and as necessary to trace the networking wires or ethernet cables or - Kora does not know the names of these things. She cannot identify the parts scattered around the office. She stands, alert and wary, ready to act if and as necessary. The room is quiet except for the humming of the computer fans, and the strange banter between the packmates.
"Shocking, isn't it? You ever buck hay, Two Step-yuf?"
[Roman Turner] "Two Step, I like the Two Step. Even better if it'd done in a line."
[Sorrow] "Don't tell me you line dance, Roman," Kora returns in that same, dry voice. Quiet enough. No echoes in the room.
[Alexa Thanos] "I've never bucked hay," she tells Sorrow with a small curl of her mouth. "I've bucked in the hay, if that counts?" Standing off to the side, her fingers are tucked into one of her jean pockets, at the back. She chuckled quietly at Roman's little nudge at her deed name, which is something she's heard plenty before.
"You know it's Two Step in the Blindside, in case, you know, you missed the whole thing." This is said with another small quirk of her mouth. "A bit hard to do that in a line."
[Roman Turner] He snorted with Kora's question.
"Everyone line dances on Friday Night and special occasions and any party. I mean, it's simple standard dancing, though I prefer the Cha Cha steps."
[Sorrow] Kora lifts her pale brows in a neat furrow of a question. "Does that count, Roman?" Before he answers, though, he shakes her head and casts a look back to Alexa. "I don't think that counts, though. And Roman will be scandalized when he figures out what you really meat." Then, back to Roman, "Show me a cha-cha step."
[Alexa Thanos] There's a quiet chuckle from her at Sorrow's remark, and she looks between them after a brief glance to Imogen, to see what the Kinfolk was up to. She really is a quiet Garou. Not much for her to say, only the small quip here and there. They're all waiting to see what can be found out on the computers. Alexa doesn't even know how to turn one on.
[Roman Turner] Well, it ain't easy without music with the right beat, but it's simple enough. Just follow my moves."
Slowly he went from one foot to the other and back again with a rocking of hip and backside. After a few one two three steps slow enough to follow, he kicked in to full speed. His back straight and on each rocking cha cha cha step his hind end and hips made the proper rocking pop motion.
"It's better with music."
Yeah he could dance, infact he liked dancing despite it making Sparrow giggle at him.
[Alexa Thanos] A young Garou, cowboy, telling the Get of Fenris how to do the Cha Cha and showing how in the middle of a warehouse that recently housed a spider man doctor, intent on making some monster-man-machine, out of soldier body parts -- Alexa absorbs it all in, the absurdity of it all and scrubs her hand through her mane of hair before looking out through the office door and onto the main floor.
She might as well do something, so with a small nod to the others, she left them in the office to wait for answers, and headed back to grab up a thick bristled broom to resume some scrubbing with bleach on the floors.
[Roman Turner] So he gave his lesson in brief and after a bit like Alexa, he wanted off to his own chores here. His involved ratchets, screw drivers, drills, drill punch, saws all and even a welder's torch. Back to dismantaling he went. He wanted all the creatures to be headless, brains drained and limbs removed.
[Roman Turner] (and now I must sleep for work) (Tank you)
[The Truth] [*Chuckles*Alright gfolks... Since I was late and kept everyone behind... I am gonna go ahead and send some private messages out to folks detailing what is found on the computers... I will also put up a little detail on the status of the War. I know what you all are looking for out of it so I will try to customize the posts so as to include what folks want!]
to Alexa Thanos, Imogen Slaughter, Roman Turner, Sorrow
[Alexa Thanos] [kay, thanks Nick!]
to Imogen Slaughter, Roman Turner, Sorrow, The Truth
[The Truth] [So yeah everyone can head off and I will get you all on umm... Whatchamacall it! The Forums!]
to Alexa Thanos, Imogen Slaughter, Sorrow
[Imogen Slaughter] (awesome. *bleary eyed* Thank you very much Nick! *Grin*)
to Alexa Thanos, Sorrow, The Truth
[Sorrow] (Thanks Nick! I'm going to drag Alexa off for fifteen minutes and then crawl off to bed, too. Appreciate both your patience and your accommodations!)
to Alexa Thanos, Imogen Slaughter, The Truth
[Sorrow] So they work; Imogen at the computer, with Kora standing guard, though she never calls it that. Now and then, she frowns, her eyes narrowing, dark eyes fickering over the information Imogen has discovered, making notes in her peculiar shorthand that she does not bother to explain - if necessary, only if necessary.
When the kinswoman is satisfied that she has whaever is necessary from the computer, they magnetize them. They magnetize them and remove the motherboards until Imogen's direction, sanitizing the remaining pieces as necessary, wiping down prints, putting them aside for recycling at office supply and/or electronics retailers scattered around the city.
Sometime after midnight, Kora joins Alexa and Roman in the primary room, where they fought a desperate battle against just one of the monstrous soldiers, scrubbing down the walls, cleansing. And on, all night. Even Garou - with their legendary stamina cannot work indefinitely, though. Close to dawn, they put away their tools, drag whatever incriminating remains might be left out of any direct line of sight, and make their weary way to the front entrance of the warehouse. Kora's Nalgene water bottles are almost empty. There's a swig or two left in both, and she offers one to Alexa as she takes the second for herself.
"Someday," the Fenrir remarks, quiet, "I'm going to ask you how you got your deed name." The faint curl of her mouth at the corner looks - haunted, perhaps, lingering at the edges of consciousness, exhaustion evident in the texture of her eyes. "I'm too tired to remember it now, though." The curl deepens, briefly acknowledging the hint of her own humor. "You have a place to stay in the city, while you're about?"
[Alexa Thanos] It's the sort of work that leaves the limbs aching in ways that battle does not. This isn't brute force, but time consuming, never ending motion, repetitive over long hours, that puts crooks in the back and kinks to work out later. Outside, she takes the bottle and has a small sip of it, washing it through her mouth and savouring the wetness against the dry burn chemicals had left behind.
Her gaze cuts over to Sorrow as she remarks on the deed name, wanting to know how she got it, or what it means. It makes the Strider smile faintly and nod, accepting. One day she will tell her about her deed name and how it came about. It's certainly a colourful one, that leaves plenty of open imagination to what it could entail.
"A Kinfolk has a place I can stay," she tells Sorrow, her voice a little raw from inhaling chemicals all night, "and there's the Brotherhood." Not that she's even been there yet, other then to glimpse at it from the outside when visiting the Caern.
"There's always somewhere dry to find."
[Sorrow] "There's an abandoned church on Broad and Pine," Kora tells her, with a minute nod eastward, downriver toward the lake. The Caern is that direction, too, amongst long-abandoned dockyards that linger on the edge of the city, remnants of another age. "North of the Caern, bordering the river. Neighborhood's mostly industrial, but there's not much industry left." Like this one, it's fled. To China, or Alabama, Nebraska, or the suburbs at the least, leaving an economic wasteland for most of what was once a thrivng working class in the city of broad shoulders.
"It's dry there, too. My pack's house. Roman and Sparrow have a lease on another place, but that's the center of things. Plenty of space to find a den. Plenty of room to practice two-stepping in the blindside," she adds, a faint curl of her mouth. "Or the cha-cha. It's in the center of our territory. You're welcome there, if you're looking for someplace dry. Cool?"
[Alexa Thanos] Her gaze drifts in the direction that Kora indicates with her nod, letting her gaze take in the stars briefly, or whats left of them with the pre dawn colours starting to move across the sky. When she lowers her gaze, it's to look at Kora and give her a nod. Her smile is slower to come, but it's laced with something a little warmer at the generosity. "Thank you, she who offers sorrow."
"I'll come by, sometime." Not tonight then, not today. "But I'll see you back here tonight." It's as much of a question as it was a statement. She assumes that the others will return, like she has, to clean up more. The first few nights Alexa had actually stayed within this area, keeping an eye out, but since then had moved on. She was getting no sleep around this area. Today she had plans to find somewhere more open, with fresher air, probably somewhere by the lake. The chemicals have given her a serious headache and she's really beginning to miss wide open spaces of grass or sand.
[Sorrow] "Absolutely." Kora responds, her voice quiet. She's not looking at the sky, but at her hands, raw from the chemicals they've used to clean, from the work of scrubbing, sluicing, breaking down, breaking apart what remains of the monster and his creations. "We're here until the end."
She means that in more ways than one.
[Alexa Thanos] Nodding once, she wipes her hands on the back of her jeans and begins down the few stairs. "I'll see you then." Her pack she has somewhere around here, stashed away where it won't be dirtied or soak in the stench of chemicals. Tonight she'll head to the Brotherhood, wash there, and head over to the Caern. She needed to replenish her Gnosis, this was taking quite a bit out of her.
He moved forward to open the door for the ladies.
[Alexa Thanos] Alex raised an eyebrow at Roman when he came over to where she was standing, but she stepped out of his way so that he could be the gentlemen and open the door for the lot of them. Under different circumstances she might have been bemused. She waits for others to head in before she follows through. It's not pleasant inside, but it's a lot better then when they first had walked in.
[The Truth] The insides itself resembled a strange amalgamation of chop shop, hospital, and slaughter house. Save for the fact that no effort had been made to sterilize, or properly store the decaying flesh tossed about like it was useless trash. The entire operation would appear crude though Imogen, being a doctor herself, might pick up on the precision with which the one behind the entire thing worked. He seemed unbothered by the lack of sanitation, not because he was unsanitary but because the decay served as bait. It called to and lured the creatures who, to this day, still lurk beyond the horizon casting a thin haze of rage over the area.
The strange machine things that were being constructed were not the sterile weaver creations one might expect. Just as the wyrm uses the power of rage and the kiss of the wyld to weasel its way into the minds of the Garou so too can the Wyrm manage to take the intentions and desires of creative humans and twist them to its own end. There is no doubt at the sight of decaying corpses, and half constructed mechanical abominations that this was one such instance.
Cleansing the place is more than just a matter of a simple ritual... This entire operation will need to be dismantled and covered up. That would take effort on its own...
Still none of this matter would give answers. Perhaps it was best no one be given a glimpse into the mind of a monster. Perhaps it would be best to simply burn the place to the ground and forget about it. Still this operation was surprisingly well hidden and seemed to serve some kind of function.
For those brave enough to seek answers there were possibilities. Three separate computers were networked together. Three separate computers loaded with all manner of interesting data. Tucked away in the office... No doubt their owner had not intended them to fall into the hands of anyone. Unfortunately his plans didn't work out as he had intended did they?
[Alexa Thanos] [I think that the garou have been here doing clean up since it all went down Nick. Like, I'm sure that there's not decaying bodies lying around anymore, at the very least.]
[Sorrow] So: the four of them outside the only doors to the warehouse that were not bricked over or welded shut or otherwise firmly sealed. Kora pulls open the door. There are lights inside, those battery powered camping lanterns, just a handful if the electricity is not on, and against the chance that it might, at any time, go out if the power grid still words. The first long hall is filled with the freezers that were both prison and tomb to most of them men who died to make the corrupted doctor's super soldiers.
"We've gotten all these cleaned out," Kora says, grabbing the lantern just inside the door. The smell of bleach and oher strong chemicals is sharp, here. "We've been bleaching to get rid of the blood, and have cleaned up, cleansed, and burned most of the bodies we found here. There are a bunch of computers in the office, too. I know we can't just throw those away."
[Imogen Slaughter] "Magnetize them," Imogen says. "Strong magnets on the harddrives and the motherboards t'wipe any potential data."
Her nostrils pinch slightly at the burn of cleaning solvents in the air as she steps through the doorway, her gaze moving over the long hallway of freezers. She is silent, taking in the scope of them.
"Though," she says mildly. "You may want to check them for his suppliers first. And his source o' income. This," a movement of her hand, gesturing at everything. "Does not come cheap. I find it hard to believe tha' someone financed it privately."
[Roman Turner] "Ya might find his schematics and plans. Maybe even his Dear Diary notes on them computers."
He didn't like this place and found himself constantly knocking spider webs down.
[Sorrow] "I can transfer iTunes to an iPod. I can send an e-mail or an instant message, if you let me near a computer, doc," a sidelong glance at the doctor as they continue down the long hallway, the stench of the cleaning producs makes a grotesque admixture of old blood and the sharper scent of bleach applied with a liberal hand.
" - but I haven't touched one in what - four years? Maybe five. I'm not going to get much of anything from his computer. I'd like to know, too, though, who was helping him snatch those patients, you know? Someone had to find him folks who didnt have much in th way of family, or whose families wouldn't really notice that they were missing." She glances at Roman as he suggests that they might find his Dear Diary notes. She gives him this twist of her mouth, edging toward a smirk, made sharper by their surroundings, by the brutal work of the clean-up.
"Maybe you know someone who could pull that info from the machines before we destroy the data?"
[Alexa Thanos] [dont wait on me, fixing lunch for kids.]
to Imogen Slaughter, Roman Turner, Sorrow, The Truth
[Imogen Slaughter] Imogen's mouth twists slightly, though it's not a smirk, something more like a grimace.
"I can try," a brief glance, wry, in Kora's direction. "I know a bit more than instant messaging and email."
[Roman Turner] "Glasswalker could. Me, I'm, good ole home schooled. I can tell ya the right crop to put in and when to rotate them. Work on a combine and I can buck hay till the sun goes down, but computers are a curse. Ma says ain't got nothing but them poor naked girls on them. And them girls lost their way, that's why they are on there with all the bomb makers looking at them little parts God didn't mean to be shared with more than one person at a time."
[Imogen Slaughter] Imogen's glance to Roman is sharp, her mouth twisting - and this time, it is a smirk, barely suppressed.
"The naked girls are with the bomb-makers, are they? That seems like an unwise distraction when dealin' with bombs."
[Roman Turner] "No, no, they might be the bomb, but they ain't the boom bomb makers. They are showing their little girly parts to them searching the web for bomb plans. And speaking of web. Kind of funny...the web...the webs this guy had all over. Sounds like more than one kind of webbing going on and yet they crossed."
[Sorrow] "C'mon, then," Kora returns, low-voiced. She's hushed in this tomb of a place, except when Roman's comment about naked girls and bomb makers makes her laugh, briefly, surely, a flare of her nostrils, the subtle whuff of air from her nose and mouth.
Their footsteps are sure down the long hallway; they pass through a much larger room, then, with a huge purpose-made freezer in the center. The door has been brutally wrenched away from its welds, smashed through from without. The largest of the soldiers has been dismantled. Kora removed the weapons and the armor for trophies, but cleansed and burned all traces of the body parts used to construct the thing.
Then, they take another turn, down the last hallway toward the office that Alexa first discovered, where they found the computers. "What the hell," Kora asks, as head to the office, with the computers, if only to distract Roman from discussions of naked girls and bomb makers. "does it mean to buck hay?"
[Roman Turner] "Ya ain't never bucked hay?"
He was clearly surprised with that response.
"Well sucks Miss Kora, folk been bucking hay for centuries. Ya gotta cut it first, then someone drives the baler with a truck where all the bales get caught as they come out all nice and neat. Then when ya get to the barn, one guy goes on up in the barn while the other stands in the bed of the truck and bucks the hay up to the catcher. The catcher bucks the hay up to the top of the pile. It's called buckin cause ya lift up one of them 75 to a hundred pound square bales and ya catch them on your gut, supporting it with your thighs. Then ya buck against it as ya thrust up with the bale to give it lift. Ya can always tell the jeans worn during bucking, the thighs are all worn and faded."
[Imogen Slaughter] "Hm." This is all Imogen says to Roman's ramble, letting Sorrow divert him as she leads them into the office. Once inside, she surveys the computer(s) first. Brand, set up. She looks for a modem, a router, any signs of a network or any signs of a network which would possibly go into other parts of the building, indicating computers elsewhere.
[The Truth] The computers themselves are storage devices, and looking through any of them would reveal they weren't used in the typical manner as raw data storage. These devices were extensions of their users brain... As if he was using them to multi-task in his project.
All three were left on, and not a single one was currently connected to the outside world... Though a nearby connection could be plugged in to change that it was apparent that he was not looking to make himself readily available to the outside world. Projects like this tend to get frowned upon by the local authorities these days. Ahh the good old days of Nazi Germany when a scientist could be free to pursue science instead of being limited by small minds standing in the way of true understanding.
Each computer was custom built and scattered about the office was a number of computer parts... It was hard to tell but one could probably put together a number of computers from the scraps left lying about alone. Though the three active computers were pretty impressive themselves. Streamlined for speed and function and a glance at the keyboards would reveal that most of the letters had been worn away from use. Implying these computers were used a lot more than just casually. It's really hard to smudge the ink off a keyboard that can't be more than three months old without constant use.
[Sorrow] "I ain't never bucked hay." Kora responds, throwing in an ain't and a double-negative as she responds to Roman in a casual tone that is rather dry. Her dark eyes linger on Imogen, and she holds up the lantern for general light, offering Imogen the direct beam of a flashlight if and as necessary to trace the networking wires or ethernet cables or - Kora does not know the names of these things. She cannot identify the parts scattered around the office. She stands, alert and wary, ready to act if and as necessary. The room is quiet except for the humming of the computer fans, and the strange banter between the packmates.
"Shocking, isn't it? You ever buck hay, Two Step-yuf?"
[Roman Turner] "Two Step, I like the Two Step. Even better if it'd done in a line."
[Sorrow] "Don't tell me you line dance, Roman," Kora returns in that same, dry voice. Quiet enough. No echoes in the room.
[Alexa Thanos] "I've never bucked hay," she tells Sorrow with a small curl of her mouth. "I've bucked in the hay, if that counts?" Standing off to the side, her fingers are tucked into one of her jean pockets, at the back. She chuckled quietly at Roman's little nudge at her deed name, which is something she's heard plenty before.
"You know it's Two Step in the Blindside, in case, you know, you missed the whole thing." This is said with another small quirk of her mouth. "A bit hard to do that in a line."
[Roman Turner] He snorted with Kora's question.
"Everyone line dances on Friday Night and special occasions and any party. I mean, it's simple standard dancing, though I prefer the Cha Cha steps."
[Sorrow] Kora lifts her pale brows in a neat furrow of a question. "Does that count, Roman?" Before he answers, though, he shakes her head and casts a look back to Alexa. "I don't think that counts, though. And Roman will be scandalized when he figures out what you really meat." Then, back to Roman, "Show me a cha-cha step."
[Alexa Thanos] There's a quiet chuckle from her at Sorrow's remark, and she looks between them after a brief glance to Imogen, to see what the Kinfolk was up to. She really is a quiet Garou. Not much for her to say, only the small quip here and there. They're all waiting to see what can be found out on the computers. Alexa doesn't even know how to turn one on.
[Roman Turner] Well, it ain't easy without music with the right beat, but it's simple enough. Just follow my moves."
Slowly he went from one foot to the other and back again with a rocking of hip and backside. After a few one two three steps slow enough to follow, he kicked in to full speed. His back straight and on each rocking cha cha cha step his hind end and hips made the proper rocking pop motion.
"It's better with music."
Yeah he could dance, infact he liked dancing despite it making Sparrow giggle at him.
[Alexa Thanos] A young Garou, cowboy, telling the Get of Fenris how to do the Cha Cha and showing how in the middle of a warehouse that recently housed a spider man doctor, intent on making some monster-man-machine, out of soldier body parts -- Alexa absorbs it all in, the absurdity of it all and scrubs her hand through her mane of hair before looking out through the office door and onto the main floor.
She might as well do something, so with a small nod to the others, she left them in the office to wait for answers, and headed back to grab up a thick bristled broom to resume some scrubbing with bleach on the floors.
[Roman Turner] So he gave his lesson in brief and after a bit like Alexa, he wanted off to his own chores here. His involved ratchets, screw drivers, drills, drill punch, saws all and even a welder's torch. Back to dismantaling he went. He wanted all the creatures to be headless, brains drained and limbs removed.
[Roman Turner] (and now I must sleep for work) (Tank you)
[The Truth] [*Chuckles*Alright gfolks... Since I was late and kept everyone behind... I am gonna go ahead and send some private messages out to folks detailing what is found on the computers... I will also put up a little detail on the status of the War. I know what you all are looking for out of it so I will try to customize the posts so as to include what folks want!]
to Alexa Thanos, Imogen Slaughter, Roman Turner, Sorrow
[Alexa Thanos] [kay, thanks Nick!]
to Imogen Slaughter, Roman Turner, Sorrow, The Truth
[The Truth] [So yeah everyone can head off and I will get you all on umm... Whatchamacall it! The Forums!]
to Alexa Thanos, Imogen Slaughter, Sorrow
[Imogen Slaughter] (awesome. *bleary eyed* Thank you very much Nick! *Grin*)
to Alexa Thanos, Sorrow, The Truth
[Sorrow] (Thanks Nick! I'm going to drag Alexa off for fifteen minutes and then crawl off to bed, too. Appreciate both your patience and your accommodations!)
to Alexa Thanos, Imogen Slaughter, The Truth
[Sorrow] So they work; Imogen at the computer, with Kora standing guard, though she never calls it that. Now and then, she frowns, her eyes narrowing, dark eyes fickering over the information Imogen has discovered, making notes in her peculiar shorthand that she does not bother to explain - if necessary, only if necessary.
When the kinswoman is satisfied that she has whaever is necessary from the computer, they magnetize them. They magnetize them and remove the motherboards until Imogen's direction, sanitizing the remaining pieces as necessary, wiping down prints, putting them aside for recycling at office supply and/or electronics retailers scattered around the city.
Sometime after midnight, Kora joins Alexa and Roman in the primary room, where they fought a desperate battle against just one of the monstrous soldiers, scrubbing down the walls, cleansing. And on, all night. Even Garou - with their legendary stamina cannot work indefinitely, though. Close to dawn, they put away their tools, drag whatever incriminating remains might be left out of any direct line of sight, and make their weary way to the front entrance of the warehouse. Kora's Nalgene water bottles are almost empty. There's a swig or two left in both, and she offers one to Alexa as she takes the second for herself.
"Someday," the Fenrir remarks, quiet, "I'm going to ask you how you got your deed name." The faint curl of her mouth at the corner looks - haunted, perhaps, lingering at the edges of consciousness, exhaustion evident in the texture of her eyes. "I'm too tired to remember it now, though." The curl deepens, briefly acknowledging the hint of her own humor. "You have a place to stay in the city, while you're about?"
[Alexa Thanos] It's the sort of work that leaves the limbs aching in ways that battle does not. This isn't brute force, but time consuming, never ending motion, repetitive over long hours, that puts crooks in the back and kinks to work out later. Outside, she takes the bottle and has a small sip of it, washing it through her mouth and savouring the wetness against the dry burn chemicals had left behind.
Her gaze cuts over to Sorrow as she remarks on the deed name, wanting to know how she got it, or what it means. It makes the Strider smile faintly and nod, accepting. One day she will tell her about her deed name and how it came about. It's certainly a colourful one, that leaves plenty of open imagination to what it could entail.
"A Kinfolk has a place I can stay," she tells Sorrow, her voice a little raw from inhaling chemicals all night, "and there's the Brotherhood." Not that she's even been there yet, other then to glimpse at it from the outside when visiting the Caern.
"There's always somewhere dry to find."
[Sorrow] "There's an abandoned church on Broad and Pine," Kora tells her, with a minute nod eastward, downriver toward the lake. The Caern is that direction, too, amongst long-abandoned dockyards that linger on the edge of the city, remnants of another age. "North of the Caern, bordering the river. Neighborhood's mostly industrial, but there's not much industry left." Like this one, it's fled. To China, or Alabama, Nebraska, or the suburbs at the least, leaving an economic wasteland for most of what was once a thrivng working class in the city of broad shoulders.
"It's dry there, too. My pack's house. Roman and Sparrow have a lease on another place, but that's the center of things. Plenty of space to find a den. Plenty of room to practice two-stepping in the blindside," she adds, a faint curl of her mouth. "Or the cha-cha. It's in the center of our territory. You're welcome there, if you're looking for someplace dry. Cool?"
[Alexa Thanos] Her gaze drifts in the direction that Kora indicates with her nod, letting her gaze take in the stars briefly, or whats left of them with the pre dawn colours starting to move across the sky. When she lowers her gaze, it's to look at Kora and give her a nod. Her smile is slower to come, but it's laced with something a little warmer at the generosity. "Thank you, she who offers sorrow."
"I'll come by, sometime." Not tonight then, not today. "But I'll see you back here tonight." It's as much of a question as it was a statement. She assumes that the others will return, like she has, to clean up more. The first few nights Alexa had actually stayed within this area, keeping an eye out, but since then had moved on. She was getting no sleep around this area. Today she had plans to find somewhere more open, with fresher air, probably somewhere by the lake. The chemicals have given her a serious headache and she's really beginning to miss wide open spaces of grass or sand.
[Sorrow] "Absolutely." Kora responds, her voice quiet. She's not looking at the sky, but at her hands, raw from the chemicals they've used to clean, from the work of scrubbing, sluicing, breaking down, breaking apart what remains of the monster and his creations. "We're here until the end."
She means that in more ways than one.
[Alexa Thanos] Nodding once, she wipes her hands on the back of her jeans and begins down the few stairs. "I'll see you then." Her pack she has somewhere around here, stashed away where it won't be dirtied or soak in the stench of chemicals. Tonight she'll head to the Brotherhood, wash there, and head over to the Caern. She needed to replenish her Gnosis, this was taking quite a bit out of her.
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