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Burning of Hadrian's Funeral Pyre February 10, 2003 Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW. GoF PB3): *the cask creaks in Jurg's grip, threatening to bust as he shifts to Crinos, bloodshot sleepless eyes stare sollemnly out from the black-blood-caked fur* Cuba Styles: *Mutters.* Egg nog? Meredith Turner (@ School): *Hands just rubbing her belly, watching Jurg and Jublain* Kylie Wallace: * she looks at Cuba* Shhhhhh Cuba Styles: *Smiles slightly to Riley.* (lv) An' a damn good one at that. I'd appreciate it... unfortuntely my parents didn't leave me a fortune... 'Twomoons' Maier (warderdude): *Takes a fast look around, noting who's maintaining a sense of what's happening and who's sitting around smokin' and jokin'* Cuba Styles: *Doesn't look at the coffee-girl, so he doesn't notice the hushing is meant for him.* Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW. GoF PB3): *emmpties the cask, setting the wooden barrel on the pyre as well, looking to the torch set aside the pyre*~ps~ now? Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: Cuba> *smirks, nods* (lv) Mine didn't give me shit either....and no problemo, glad to help if I can. Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Shifts down to Glabro, not bothering with Homid.* Tonight we pay homage to a defender of this varthi, one who time and time again offered up his life for you, who time and time again took his place and bled to keep this varthi safe. Tonight we will send the body of Hadrian "Judges the Vandr", "Redeems the For-Eldra", "Fenris' Dark Reflection" to join him in his eternal rest. *Picks up one of the bottles of rubbing alcohol, rips the top off with his teeth, and sprays it too over the pyre. A second bottle gets splashed onto the end of the torch he holds.* Cuba Styles: *DOES however notice the stoic Twomoons and his glance and shuts up.* Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *she and Cuba and co are speaking rather softly, and out of the way of the general hubbub, so they shouldn't be that disruptive* Kylie Wallace: * she looks over at Riley and Cuba and just shakes her head and unzips her bag and takes out a few bottles* Dove Äase Larsen: Silently watching.. Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *but she does trail of, eyes on Jublain now* Steeleyes(MotC): *looks to the pyre* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): Judges the Vandr was a Son of Fenris, one with cause for his pride. Take pride yourselves, in that he defended you and yours. PS--light it. *Holds the end of the torch out to Jurg.* Cuba Styles: *Watches now, as he has never seen a Get rite in his life. Although the intensity and the fire and the passion pokes his own rage and he grabs hold of the barrel.* Elisa Apsara: *she's never seen a Get rite this close, so her full attention is on it, probably memorizing it by her look* Kylie Wallace: * she cradles the bottles as she stares at the fire* Meredith Turner (@ School): *Takes one step back, hands resting on her belly* Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW. GoF PB3): *looks skyward briefly, emiting a low mournful howl, one claw raised high before slamming it downward, wooshing right by the torch.... simply the gesture in his heart to match the gift in his spirit, a large flame erupts from the near contact point, fwooshing immediately upon the alcohol on the torch and lighting it for Jubs to lite the pyre* Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *clasping her hands in front of her, she stands straighter and just watches...some curiousity in there but more showing at least some respect* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Pauses for a moment as the torch lights, then whirls and thrusts it into the light kindling. The fire catches immediately, at least in part due to the alcohol splattered onto everything, and soon starts crackling as Jublain shifts to Hispo and starts with a low howl.* 'Twomoons' Maier (warderdude): *returning to the imitation midget statue, simply watching quietly* Cuba Styles: *Looks around to see if anyone else participates in the Fenrir howls, feeling a little edgy or perhaps wanting to join in.* Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW. GoF PB3): *shifts to Hispo as well, taking in a massive lungful of air and hitting the lowest pitch his dire-wolf throat is capable of, giving a bass for Jubs to work off of* Kylie Wallace: * she sets the bottles down and then shifts to lupus reepsctfully going through the forms until she reaches it and sits down and follows the howl with her own mournful howl her head back * Brad Mullins (SR thug): *jogs in... dammit, he's late* Elisa Apsara: *she stands, watching...not any closer as it's a Garou and especially Fenrir thing* Cuba Styles: *As Kylie joins the howl he lets go of the barrel. And his body starts to tremble slightly, as he seems to crouch and lurch forward, only to land on wolf-paws and with his wolfen head held high. He joins in the howl of mourning.* 'Twomoons' Maier (warderdude): *Tleans back, with a mildly impressive display of primal scream therapy in action. Or a really weak Garou howl* Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *a little edgy but shifting to her scruffy lupus form, howling with the rest* Meredith Turner (@ School): *Dips her head down, a few stray strands of hair in her face. Hands clasped tightly in front of her. Standing to Jurg's side, silently* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *The howl rises slowly; a low, mournful tone as the two pour out their sorrow and speed their packmate's spirit along its way.* Elisa Apsara: *staying back also for that reason....the howling. Wishing Garou didn't have to be so damned loud about everything, but the rite's interesting to watch nonetheless.* Brad Mullins (SR thug): *hears the howl and shifts to crinos to join it* Cuba Styles: *Tries his best to follow the Fenrir in their version of the howl.* Steeleyes(MotC): *shifts up to crinos joining in the howiling* Meredith Turner (@ School): *Then slowly takes a few stpes back, giving Jurg and Jublain their space* Kylie Wallace: * her howl is not one of powerfulness just a soft low sad howl made not to purposely drown out Hadrain Packmates * Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW. GoF PB3): *slowly begins to put more force into his howl, as if trying to push all his rage through his muzzle. No performer, but instinct allows him to maximize his volume and power without overrunning Jublain's one-lungedness* Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *her howl is...just a howl. Doesn't have the lung capacity to outshine the Fenrir anyway, not that she'd want to* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Stands back, watching as the timbers start to catch.* Kylie Wallace: * she softly ends her howl and stays seated in Lupus a black wolf with bright green eyes* Cuba Styles: *As the Get pour more force and sorrow into their howl his bones creak, and his fur ripple as he slowly rise up through hispo to a full-fledge Crinos. Dark-grey fur, covered in Glasswalker tatoos, his mane died bright green, and with various items braided into it.* Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *ending the howl when it's respectful to do so, before the Fenrir finish and just reverts back to homid form, watching* Steeleyes(MotC): *lowers his head..ending his howl* Dove Äase Larsen: Rubs her ear a bit.. after the howl.. her ears are going to be ringing for a while. Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW. GoF PB3): *tapers his howl off, lowering pitch and force until it fades to nothingness. backtracks a few steps, staring intently to the fire* Elisa Apsara: *a wry smirk at Dove, sharing the same problem as she winces a bit* Kylie Wallace: * she bows her head in silence to send her thoughts to wish Hadrain a safe trip to the homeland where he will meet his Fora-Elders* Cuba Styles: *Lets out a steamy breath of air as the howl fades to its end, and looks down at Riley with bright freal-green eyes.* 'Twomoons' Maier (warderdude): *His own howl ends ubruptly, either a tribute to Hadrian, or he ran out of air in his one working lung* Brad Mullins (SR thug): *ends his howl... then spots Dove... heading over to her, reverting to homid* Dove Äase Larsen: *Gives Elisa a sheepish grin, does not dare speak right now.* Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: *nods to Cuba as though to say 'good howl'...she smirks a bit but not about to start a conversation until this is over* Dove Äase Larsen: Looks up at Brad and gives him a little wave. Kylie Wallace: * she raises her head slowly shifting back to Homid and picking up the bottles* Elisa Apsara: *not about to speak at the moment either, she tugs her coat a little closer to her, observing with those intent dark eyes* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Trails off, then with an effort shifts back to Glabro. We go now to pay respects to the body of Hadrian. Those who have spoken with me about it may go, with the Warder's allowance. Meredith Turner (@ School): *Gives Jurg's arm the lightest of touch and moves over a little bit to sit down, feeling tired* (gotta jet, class over) Cuba Styles: *The massive wolven head nods back ro Riley, the form that humans have come to fear on the most instinctive of levels doesn't change. He rests in what he is for a little while. A warrior.* Meredith Turner (@ School): (DLP!) *Will leave with Jurg and the others to give her respect's to Hadrian's body* Elisa Apsara: *she's content staying her usual homid skin...never seems to stay in her warform longer than she has to, though a runt lupus with patchwork fur can occassionally be seen loping around the junkyard* Brad Mullins (SR thug): *looks to both Jub and 2moons for permission... he never heard back from them* Elisa Apsara: (that was Riley...again. ugh, slipping up tonight) 'Twomoons' Maier (warderdude): *a slight nod, keeping his voice deliberately low* Go with Her. Kylie Wallace: * she approached Jurg and Jub with the green bottles* I give you these ...* she hands the bottle to them* For your trip... Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): ((Anyone who asked Jublain got permission, unless he said no.)) Elisa Apsara: *tucking a stray strand of hair back away from her face, she slips the folder back into the laptop case, draining the rest of the coffee* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Nods to Kylie, looking them over.* We'll be back here before we head out. *Heads for the Vans and leaves them inside.* Cuba Styles: *He watches with almost glowing green eyes as those who go to pay respect leave. He rolls massive broad shoulders, nuts and bolts jingle softly, and he slowly shifts down through his near-man form to homid.* Kylie Wallace: * she nods* Just in case I didn't see you two when you arrive back Dove Äase Larsen: Dove doesn't go.. to the second Pyre. Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW. GoF PB3): *moves to pick up the blackened log he and Jubs carved into, shifting to crinos to clutch it in a claw* Cuba Styles: (ooc: Player has to go). *He nods softly to Riley and Steeleyes.* Catcha later. Take it easy. *And then he walks the small distance to his California Coach and enters. Perhaps to think, gloom or compose a song. Who knows?* Cuba Styles: (gone) Elisa Apsara: *she watches the pyres for a moment with a detached expression before straightening her coat and glancing around, ready to head off* Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW. GoF PB3): Jubs>>~ps~ should I ask the warder now or when we return from the real pyre? Riley ~Coat of Many Colors~: You too, Cuba...see ya later. *sighs softly and adjusts her fingerless gloves, glancing around with more restlessness than usual* Steeleyes(MotC): *shifts back down to homid* Brad Mullins (SR thug): *heads over to the Get.. close enough to designate that he's going... but not close enough to intrude* Elisa Apsara: *without a look back, she exits into the maze, the soft click of her heels diminishing* Jürg Beast-of-Garm (DoW. GoF PB3): *gives Brad a warning look... not to snap him away, but one of those "don't piss me off right now" looks* Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): Ps--when we get back. *And fades into the Umbra with his packmate* ((and someone else will be able to get the kinfolk there...)) Back | List of Archive | Next |
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