[Enterprise]
Pink hair — sort of.
Tin Foil hat — weirdo.
She had just landed on her ass near by.
She looked to have the coordination of a drunk hippo.
Course, she looked about as well off as Danny.
“Uh.”
This was, of course, a grand introduction.
She always knew the best things to say in such situations.
Not.
“Hi.”
Not original, but applicable.
[Danny Jones]
She’s no slouch in the hair department – and it even has a little side effect of being wyld touched a few too many times. Like swallowed by and spit out by a stream of pure wyld – once was too many times for sure. Her hair now is fire-engine red, tipped with tenacious teal. Usually it’s spiked up to perfection and 7 kinds of awesomeness. Right now, she can’t be bothered.
She watches the other girl plop down, and she nods, slightly. Not original, of course, but it works. “Hey. I’m Danny – you called?”
[Enterprise]
“Sasha or Enterprise.”
She looked Danny over.
Idly scratching at her ribs.
Her eyes were strange to say the least.
Mainly it was the black one that was off putting.
Strange. Otherworldly.
“Rat Fink.”
She was dressed quite like Decker.
Save she was currently lacking the regular bathing routine.
She hadn’t gone as far as shaving her head though.
Just greased it back, welding goggles perched on top.
“I’m sorta playing the Bad News Bear.”
[Danny Jones]
She nods, and then finishes her intro, making it official like. There used to be an upbeat presentation of her name rank and serial number – but she’s just not able to do that right now, and is not sure she will be able too at all. Again. Ever.
Yeah. Things are going THAT badly for the girl.
“Sticks’n’Stones. fink’bash.” she lets out a huff that might be amusement any other day. “I expected as much. It fits the current theme to my life. What’s up?”
[Enterprise]
“You noticed anything strange going on round town lately?”
May as well see if the other Fink knows anything.
No need to repeat stuff, able to save time.
[Danny Jones]
Again, that huff. She drags her fingers through her hair, and then shakes her head. “I ain’t… well.” Stop. start again. “lost my pack. an’ my boyfriend. ain’t seen much but the inside of my head an’ shit for a while.”
honesty, at least.
[Enterprise]
“No worries.”
This means starting at the beginning.
Or as at least trying to be as understandable as possible.
Giving how long she’d been without decent sleep.
That wasn’t contaminated by Bird Shit Mysteries.
“You heard of a ‘Roun called…”
Looking around.
Evan said that the Eagles weren’t welcome at the Sept.
Or its’ caern.
She didn’t know if that included talking about them.
“Silence?”
[Danny Jones]
The name gets a fond smile from Danny. “Yeah, I know’em. Once upon a time I’da givin my left tit to run with them. Followed them out and got in a speck of trouble I ain’t quite pulled out of with the bigwigs here still.” She shrugs, and then watches Enterprise. “What bout’im?”
[Enterprise]
“Well…”
Scratch around the ribs.
A faint sniff.
Rubbing at tired eyes.
Twitching when she closed the black one.
“I’m sorta stuck bent over and being rooted by him.”
A pause.
A long blink.
“Uh… not literally.”
[Enterprise]
(brb)
[Danny Jones]
Blinks.
Blinks again.
ANd it’s clarified, but she still blinks. And there’s that snort of almost laughter again. “Oh. Well then.” She furrows her brow slightly, then rubs along under her nose, itching it with a nod, before… “…not sure if I wanna ask how, so lets go with why…?”
[Enterprise]
“We got a Big Bad running fuck wild in the city.”
This was an understatement.
By a lot.
“We had Wyrmhounds…”
Every Gnawer knows the sound of their howls.
They were their tribe’s bane, their curse in a way.
An embodiment of Hunger that the Gnawers knew all too well.
“Wyrmhounds going butt fuck, tearing through from the Flip Side. Attacking people, dragging them off. Untrackable. Going after Kin, too. Started harassing the Rats too, which were fighting back, eating the fuckers when they could.”
A scratch around her ribs.
A rub at her hazel eye.
“Were being led by a Dancer Seer, some crazy bitch leading the Hounds in their rampage that Silence and another Fenrir called Kemp took out a little while back down on the Mile. Didn’t manage to get the head Poomba of the show, though. He went and cut some fingers off a Lord Kin that Kemp banged a baby into.”
A click of her tongue against her teeth.
A wince.
“Here’s the new kicker — can’t track Great Poomba, some big bad is about to Birthed, something to do with the situation is eating great strips of the umbra, the Rats are coming out in force and swarming sending roaches, dogs and everything else into hiding, the Hafrn ‘We Are Scared Of Nothing Cause We Are Part of Fenrir’ Ravens – are shitting themselves, the Weaver is running scared and now I got a fucking eyeball stuck in my head that is spitting mystery images and long ass Walker Theurge rants into my brain.”
[Enterprise]
(brb)
[Enterprise]
(back)
[Danny Jones]
Well then. She listens and takes in the rather rambling way of explaining all the things that have gone on while she’s been stuck in her own head, dealing with her loss. She knows everyone that was mentioned – and even brought a half hearted smirk with the way she describes Nessa.
She scratches at the back of her neck, and then is seen intently looking at Sasha to see if it’s the eye she ses out of or is actually in her head and how that works, before she shakes herself out of it. “Ok. Big bad asshole, untraceable, everythings going to hell, everyone’s scared shitless and you’ve got a new eye. The Eagles and Kemp – only one’s handling this? An’ you, of course.”
[Enterprise]
“Yeah. Apparently they are sorta falling short of a Theurge so…”
A faint snort.
An annoyed snort.
Something that seemed…
…out of place on the just-scraping mid-teens Seer.
“Guess who got smacked with the short stick?”
[Danny Jones]
She nods, and snorts. “better you then that useless Bai Chou.” It’s a safe assumption on her part.
She wrinkles her nose and then scratches along the side of it. “ok. Whatcha need me to do?” Suicide missions are right up her alley right now after all.
[Enterprise]
“Thought I should let others know…”
A faint shrug.
Obviously the ‘eye’ she was referring to was the black one.
It didn’t look right, even with dual-colored eyes genetically possible.
Possibly because it would look better in a Crow’s head.
Rather than the small, emaciated Seers.
“Specially Gnawers, given the Rats seem to be going bug fuck. Don’t think we can count of them for aid, ya know, since the last group I spoke to ended up looking at me like I was edible… don’t think any of them others dealing with this have taken my warning about how dangerous Rat Swarms can be.”
A snort.
A shared look.
Gnawer-to-Gnawer…
…about the vagaries and pomposity of other Tribes.
“Typical, yeah?”
She fidgeted.
Never sitting still.
Occasionally twitching her head.
Looking as though she was trying to hear something.
Grumbling when she couldn’t seem to make out what was being said.
That apparently no one else could hear.
“Red Evan says the Sept’s got a Wyrmfoe, but fuck if I have noticed any action from the Sept – Guardian’s nonewithstanding, ya know, given they’re all stuck here and stuff – even though this shit is primarily in Sept protectorate grounds with the whole attacking, eating the umbra, sending spirits fleeing while screaming like little girls. Ya know of anyone Sept wise, other than Kemp-rhya, paying attention to this shit?”
[Danny Jones]
She gives the question the thought it deserves – the twitching and fidgeting doesn’t seem to bother her at all. Gnawers are uniquely able to filter that kinda stuff out – and accept people for who they are, without anything complicated getting in the way. They may be the lowest of the tribal totem pole, but they are the best of the best 9 times outa 10.
She wrinkles her nose, again. “Ain’t heard nothin bout it at all. They’s a wyrmfoe, yeah, but hell, ain’t seen him since he challenged for it, so stands to reason he ain’t done shit bout nothin. Should tell em, sre, and yeah. I’ll help spread the word and see what I can see to help ya too. You got someone watchin ya back so you can get some sleep an’ shit? Cuz that’s where I’d start…”
[Enterprise]
“Uh…”
A flush crept up her cheeks.
She ducked her head down.
Tin-foil cap dislodged a little under the goggles.
She shrugged slightly.
“Nah. Decker’n then basically just tell me to fuck off till I have something useful, information wise, for them on the whole deal. ‘Sides… can’t really sleep, got the Ravens dumping Secret Squirrel Snippets in my head which are supposed to help us fight this shit, but fuck if I can figure out what the hell most of the crap means and I generally like puzzles. ”
[Danny Jones]
She smirks. “Typical. Decker’s the best to have atcha back though. He’s a dickhead, but he’s good all the same. Best of the best.” little bit of idolization there, of course. In her eyes, there will always be the Eagles…. and then everyone else.
She nods. “Well. I ain’t sleepin much myself. You gotta place? There’s room in my alley for two, an I can least watch while ya try. Ain’t no good without some shut eye, even if it’s fucked up by that eye. How the FUCK did that happen anyway? That shit’s fucked up.” she leans closer, and stares, and looks for all the world like she wants to poke the eye and see what happens.
She refrains. Barely.
[Enterprise]
“Member I mentioned that Fenrir Raven brood, the Hafrn? Them fuckers did it.”
She thought about this.
Sighed a little.
A little weird gesture.
“No offense intended to the spirits…”
A snort then.
Kinda like she wasn’t really meaning the apologises of sorts.
“Was playing Interpreter for Decker and the Birdies, right? Well, Decker-rhya and Kemp asked for something to help them fight the Big Bad. So what happens — this big ass raven goes for my head, sticks his beak in my eye and Wham-Oh! I start getting Raven Visions… and dude, it would be so totally cool, if it wasn’t like listening to a badly broadcasting radio station or twelve inside my head that you can’t understand more’n a few words at a time.”
She then shuddered.
“And if I didn’t have to get Walker Theurge Philosophical Rants On The Nature Of The Umbra… kinda didn’t like the whole flash-image of a big ass sweaty nekkid guy eating chicken either. That was kinda bogus.”
[Danny Jones]
“Duuuuuuuude. That’s naaaasty.” To say the least. She stares a little closer, and then peers at her. “You gonna get ya real eye back? I mean ya go nuts listening to that shit all the time. Dude – there used to be this featherbrain round here… aint seen him in a coons age maybe the guardians know where he is or if hes around. Corax. Might help ya get the voices to settle, or something. Name was Will. We’ll ask round see if he’s still flyin bout this shithole.”
She settles back into her slouch again, and wraps her arms tight around her knees. “So. I done dealt with the head hancho of this place here. Ain’t always in a good way, but if ya want me go with ya to talk to him, s’cool. And then we can track down this fuckin wrymfoe who’s probably porkin some shadowlord bitch insteada paying attention.”
[Enterprise]
“So totally will owe you a Jumbo Breakfast if you would…”
Gnawers: always thinking with their stomachs.
Or in terms of Stuff.
Go figure.
“Any mebbe I can give you a quick tour of the Places Currently Most Fucked Up, so you can get a good eyeball on the sitch as well as the word to spread, yeah?”
She cast a look in the direction of the Caern Heart.
“I’m sorta feeling iffy about hanging too long here. Considering I’m walking into anything inanimate that decides to bite my ass, I’m pretty sure the longer I hang around the higher my chances of tripping into Maelstrom… which would completely ruin my Happy Place.”
[Danny Jones]
“dude, I can totally hook you up for breakfast. Got a sweet deal with my boy John down at the diner on 42nd.” Yeah, stomachs are always first – cept that she can’t remember the last time she ate, or if she’ll ever want to eat again.
What happy place…
She nods, and pushes to a stand and offers the other girl a hand up. “Deal. Let’s split and get a first eye view, you some breakfast and sleep, an then we tell the big wigs.”
[Enterprise]
She took hold of Danny’s hand.
“Deal.”
[Enterprise]
[fade to black]
[Enterprise]
(Thanks for the scene!)