The Animals We Have Become

Jaya's To-Do List

((On pretty, fancy stationary paper, probably doodled with hearts and unicorns and crap.))

Today —

  • Take a pack group photo!!! (Can Brigid show up on film?)
  • Ask Brigid if she can show up on film.
  • Talk to Sam about getting together with one of the sept Galliards to do a song. She has the prettiest voice, and we don’t have anyone to sing for us right now.
  • Also: Get earmuffs for Sam.
  • Talk to Pikov about V. I want to set up a memorial for her at school.
  • What’s up with the were… hyenas??
  • Talk to Tate about app idea. Somewhere public.
  • Do inventory for mom.
  • Ask Dust River about the lady captured.
  • Find out what Naomi likes!!!
  • Get Nadine something nice.
  • Kiera needs some good gloves if she’ll be swinging that hammer much. Callouses are gross.
  • Destroy this list later, because anyone finding will think I’m insane and probably a criminal.
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Also overheard

Various other things heard once the pack returns.

Branwen: … worried, I haven’t seen Eh-To-Yok in a few days.

Correy: Well, he did mention something about going off to check in with his cousins at some coyote club meeting.


Tesla: ..the things you two created in the pattern were absolutely amazing.

Muerta Negra: Yes, it can be so when two of us get together. It is a shame that he had to depart so quickly, but our duties called.

Tesla: I dare sas that You’d have a certain glow about you since he departed.


Muerta Negra: The Camarilla are still investigating the killing, but haven’t had much in terms of leads.

Skulking Laughter: Could it really have had something to do with that Simba that was in the territory?

MN: The kindred that was killed was an ancient, older than any vampire in this city currently, I would be surprised if a lone Simba could kill them, unless they were surprised and already incapacitated.

SL: But if that is the case, then how was the SImba dead too, could they have killed each other?

MN: I don’t know, it is damned peculiar.

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Overheard

((This conversation is overheard the night of the Totem Hunt, during the aftermath and revelry following the hunt.))

Dust River: I understand this, but it still stands that she was in the city without letting anyone know she was, or in any announcing her pressence…

African Man: She was on official Ahadi business, hunting a….

African Female/Ajaba(were-hyena): Osei, quiet, we are his guests…

Adofo: It matters not Adaeze, Kainda could have wiped the floor with any member of this dogs pack, she could not have…

D.R. : Enough… I understand that this, Kainda, was a part of your pack, and a vital…

Adaeze: Now you can watch yourself cub, Kainda was a powerful leech hunter, and I find it highly doubtful that she could have been taken out by the blood sucker that she had tracked here. I don’t care about what ever pretty words you have with the wyrmspawn, nor do we have time to go through your petty Cityspawn red-tape. You will see to it that we have access to the site where the battle took place, and you will see to it that we are unaccosted by anyone, living or dead, while here, or you will more to worry about than Blacktooth coming to investigate himself…

((Adaeze and Osei storm off together into the night.))

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FACK FACK FACK FACK!

That fackin plonker Thrashes lost his head so bad he couldn’t tell friend from foe. What the fack did he go and get in his head, charging off like that at the sight of a bloody hammer? Was he that pissed off about legends? How was just a Fostern thinkin’ so small; there are lots garou out there stronger than him, stronger than me. He could have got us all killed he could, and thanks to his bloody self goin’ off the deep I had to knack his melt in and leave him behind. The whole damn thing was thrillin’, I’ve never felt more alive, but havin’ to leave someone behind, that is just…pure pish with a side of shite. When I see that Thrashes again I’m going to bate the bag outta the bastard, but first we got to get to the caern and tell Dust River the damn thunderwyrm is still a bloody functioning wyrm caern. Shite I hope they don’t blame us for this. Thrashes gave us the go to belt the bastards AND frenzied to boot, and we tried to get him out, but there was just no having it with over a dozen of them spirals showing up midway into the fight.

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Jaya's Closet: Rite of Passage
visually getting in character
Rite of Passage


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A left note

Contained within a small folded note left out for Jaya.

“Jaya,

It is funny how things end up, huh? Without this crazy wolvesblood in us, we wouldn’t have ever looked twice at each other. Sometimes, I’m still not sure how you guys look at me. During training, you all seem to fit together, run together, flow together like a river.

I feel so awkward, out of place. You have such beauty, Kiera has strength, Naomi has the brains, Sam has the skills and Nadine is already a werewolf, born and bred. How can I compete with all of that? You have been kind to me, giving us all gifts, but I can’t help but wonder if you’d do the same if we didn’t share this. I don’t recall anyone not of the clique getting your attention last year.

I don’t, well, no,that’s not right. I am being harsh, and hell, I am not even sure why. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I don’t know if I will make it back, hell, not even sure if I want to make it back. We have all this damned power, but can’t do anything with it! I can feel my blood boiling any time I think of those bastards from the party, but can I take them, hurt them, no!? Why the hell is it worth anything?

We’ll see what happens with this right of passage, who knows, maybe I’ll get to kick ass and chew bubblegum.

-V"

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Can't I Be Someone Else?
Jaya's diary entry - May

Worst. Day. EVER! :( [OOC: Yes, she uses emoticons in personal diary entries.]

Worst WEEK, even. Month. EVERYTHING.

It’s YOUR FAULT, Matt Lancaster! I blame you!! You JERK, you call me from Phoenix to tell me you’re off to boot camp and we’re over and it was fun, bye-bye?! Do you know how much ice cream I’ve eaten since then? I couldn’t squeeze into my prom dress if I tried. NOT THAT I NEED TO ANYMORE! D:<

So first you, you make me a mess, sad and depressed and lonely, and then the caern… not that I could have ever really told you about that, Matt, you just thought I was in a wilderness club or whatever, but I was doing something IMPORTANT! Watching the Garou fight that ugly, bloated thing, and some people DIED. What were you doing, Matt?? Drinking? Cruising? :P

I didn’t even GO to that fight out at the mesa. I had nothing to do with it! I made some phone calls and I stayed home and watched romantic comedies on Netflix until I wanted to kill myself, and then I go to the sept to check on everybody and they’re a MESS. They fight like this all time, battling and struggling and getting torn apart by stuff you can’t even IMAGINE, you creep. And when there was nothing else I could do, I went for a run to try and clear my head, shake out the crap you left in there.

All this to say — these Garou that fight the battles I’m glad I don’t have to, all the horrible things that I’m grateful they keep at bay, these werewolves who are so scary and so awe-inspiring at the same time — and I’m one of them. O.o

And it’s your fault. I was supposed to be too old to change, and if I’d been able to be calmer, if you hadn’t flipped everything upside down… maybe it would have stayed dormant. But no. Those horrible things at the caern, all those spirits on the other side, all these terrifying Garou at the sept… I’m a part of it. I don’t want to be. Q.Q

I changed while RUNNING. And I kept RUNNING. All these others, they change and people die, something gets destroyed, it’s nasty and violent and it means they’re warriors. I ran across the desert and got tackled by a bobcat! What must they THINK of me??? :-O

It was OK when I was kin. It explained the dreams, it explained why I was so into sports when my friends wanted to stay home and play with dolls or watch TV. I was able to help, feel useful, feel part of this exciting secret society protecting the world without anyone knowing. I was protected and far away from the front lines.

That all changes now. Kiera says I might be better off leaving my parents, that they’re in danger and they can’t even know it. I can’t leave them! But what can I tell them? What will I do about school? I’m going to have to lie, much more than I ever have, and I don’t want to do it. I can’t tell my friends, either. Elise, Natalie and Jordan… they all think I’m super weird anyway for disappearing a couple weekends a month on my wilderness club. Especially when I tell them there’s no cute boys so they won’t want to go. But this is going to be worse. I’m going to be gone a LOT. And what if I get hurt? How will I explain that? :-/

I might have to drop out. Bye, friends, bye social life, bye college, bye photojournalism career! I might have to leave home. Bye, wonderful parents who took me in and took care of me! Bye room, bye all my stuff, bye holidays and vacations and everything that makes me ME!

And you know, whatever they make me do, whatever I feel about it, I can’t even complain. I didn’t kill anyone. I didn’t even hurt anybody. And all these new changes — some of them did. They were in battle, they lost someone, they did something they regret… they’ve all got it worse. I’m not the only one losing my life and I have to remember that. And I know, it’s an honor to be chosen to protect the Earth.

I just don’t want it. And the suckiest part is… I wish you were back here, Matt. I’m so mad at you, but I’d like you to be here so we can have a nice, normal argument with nice, normal heartbreak and drama, like nice, normal people.

I enjoyed being human, even when it hurt. What do I do now?

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About Facking Time!

I can’t believe it, I just can’t facking believe it! I’m a facking Garou! It’s 6 years late, but it happened, it god damned happened! I’m a facking Garou, and shite I am huge! I wish my uncle was still around. This calls for a celebration; time to break out the creature and get rote of. That dog McDanan gets his, but I don’t give a rat’s ass about the bet, the entire caern can see my tits for all I care. I’ll be too busy suckin’ diesel and partying to give a damn. Here’s to Gaia and my uncle, now I can finally honor his memory the right way.

but god damned those scrawbed Ogres know how to belt. Suck it ya manky wyrmspawn! Next time we set I’ll knack yer melt in better.

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Musings of a Bat

Sam’s thoughts about her first change:

So I’m a bat thing now—a Cama-whatsit. Mom always thought I was strange, but she thought it was just that I was crazy. You know, seeing things that aren’t there and squirming into—and out of—places I shouldn’t be. Sometimes literally. I always was pretty boneless. Did think about running away to be a carnie, I’d have been pretty good as a contortionist, but even if they’d take me, I don’t think I’d have enjoyed being stared at. Not for that anyway.

Then I met the fairies and I thought it was confirmed. I was totally nuts. But hey, it was more fun to go with the flow and accept what they told me. Not like I had any place better to go. Mom and dad died in the border crossing. They always told me the US was supposed to be a place of acceptance, founded on the principles of money and melting pot-ism. Or something like that anyway. They thought I was nuts so they never did teach me that much.

Then I changed into a bat. That’s pretty hard to fake. There are places I can get as a bat that would be impossible as a person, and I can make out the words people are saying through all the walls in a house (and I’ve checked! I really do hear what they’re saying), so it kinda seems to confirm that maybe I’m not nuts after all.

And that leaves what… I’m the last member of a race that was supposed to be dead hundreds of years ago? And the werewolves—my new buddies(?!)—are the ones that almost killed us? I’m… not sure how to feel about that. I never knew any of this stuff, any of these people—on either side. I don’t have any real stake in this, except my existence itself. Am I supposed to get angry? Fight the werewolves, reclaim my right to exist, smash (take?) their stuff? What good would that do? They seem pretty repentent (at least the ones that even know what I am), anyway. Am I supposed to go out and get pregnant? Make lots of babies? I’m a little young for that (or so Naomi says, and she’s a doctor, or will be—says it’ll shorten my life, especially if I start so early) and it might not work anyway (something about “sustainable population numbers”—think she thought I couldn’t hear her on that one…)

So what do I do? For now, I’m just going to go along with what the werewolves say. They may not be able to help me—all of my people there may ever be—but they might be able to lead me to someone who can. And I suppose that’s what really matters.

(OOC: I took a few liberties, outlining a conversation she had with Naomi that I haven’t talked with Terri about. I’m trying to suggest that, despite her outward appearance, she has more misgivings about her place in the world at this moment than she lets on, especially as regards the werewolf characters. I figure she grew up without knowing anything about what she really was. Her mother really did think she was nuts (at least somewhat, due to her Sluagh powers of seeing through illusions/invisibility, which I figure manifested at least a little before her change).)

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Why Me

It always happens at the worst possible moments, doesn’t it?

There I was, at Max Walker’s party, celebrating his graduation. The house was packed with like the entire senior class and half of all the others. I’d finally gotten Joey Sanchez to myself and he was even touching my hand. It was nice not to be called a freak for once. When he took my hand and took me upstairs, I could hardly feel the steps under my feet. It wasn’t until he walked me into Max’s parents’ room that i realized something wasn’t right. I really should have known, no senior in their right mind would want a freshman like me. The door closed, the lights were low, and we weren’t alone. A few of the other guys who had been on the football team were there in the room, waiting. They’d been playing a little game, one of them would go down stairs, find an unsuspecting freshman and bring her up stairs, usually those that were quite a bit inebriated. I fought, I really did, but with half a dozen of them, what chance did I have.

I woke up just after sun up, clothing out of sorts, my body sore, my head pounding, my nerves on fire. I was in a dark room, the garage, I was dropped in a damned carport. The next half an hour was a bit of a blur, my only clear memory was glancing at a mirror and seeing a massive furry beast looking back, hair died purple like mine, blood dripping from its muzzle.

Once my vision stopped being washed in red, I could see what exactly I had done. All of the football players that were still at the house were gutted or wailing in pain. Several other party goers lay about the house in various states of pain or death. As I stalked through the house, it was then I saw Pikov, watching me from outside. He looked like me; jet black wolf, harsh, savage eyes. It was only when he changed and showed me how to change back, that tings started to feel normal. He took me away from the party, saying that he would have friends handle the, cleanup. We went to the air force base and I found myself among others like me, some of them had just changed, and others have been like that for a while.

I wasn’t alone any more. I may still be a freak, but at least now I am a freak with strength, with power, and with friends.

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