[Thaney] As the ritual commenced, Danny found Thaney; bumped against the Fianna philodox, caught her eye. There was something in Thaney’s eye, too, that might have been termed mischief on another creature; but Thaney is very serious. And she was very serious when she said –
“Sticks and Stones, No Moon Bone Gnawer, I’ve got a challenge for you. You’re new to your moon, and all; haven’t spent time as a cub without a moon. So I’ve got a challenge for you, oh yes: a duel of questions.”
Then, later, she will explain it thus: Danny asks a question that is pertinent, that is important, that is different, and then Thaney will ask one, and so on and so forth, no repeats, no near repeats, until they’ve exhausted all the Fianna brew or are, in turn, exhausted. Important questions – about important things. That’s all.
[Sticks’n’Stones] A blink, then, at the challenge, and an arched brow as she listens. She scratches behind an ear, but never let it be said that Danny didn’t raise to a challenge. She chuckles, grins and nods. “Challenge accepted, then.”
Later, explained, a question that is pertinent, important, different – and then Thaney, and then her, until exhaustion is more important then the questions. Alrighty then. She waits until she has a drink – and heaven help everyone, as it is known she is a lightweight and this cannot possibly bode well – and she gives herself a moment to pop up with the first question.
Lips curve into a smile, as she finds a comfortable spot on the ground to crouch, her pack slide off her shoulders and set beside her. She rests her arms on her knees, and watches her friend.
Start out easy, with the obvious, and an homage to her previous moon with respect. – and so it begins. “What is the first law?”
[Thaney] “Why is the first law first?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] “Is there a time it can be broken?”
[Thaney] “If you break the law once, why can’t you break it just one more time, if it’s already broken?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] “If, once broken, and it can be broken again, why does it exist in the first place?”
[Thaney] “Is it still breaking the law if one of us is sterile?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] “If not, and if sterile, why is this law used to refuse Metis the ability to love?”
[Thaney] “How come love comes down to fucking?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] “Why do so many confuse fucking FOR love?”
[Thaney] “Uhm. This is war; what the hell’s love got to do with it, anyway?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] She grins. “If there’s no love, what are we fighting for?”
[Thaney] “Aren’t we just fighting because we’re born that way, there isn’t any other way to be?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] “Are we fighting for what’s right, or for Glory?”
[Thaney] “Hmm. How are they different?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] “Do we fight for personal gain, or for the good of the world?”
[Thaney] “Just what components do you think make up the world?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] “What’s more important, the Spiritual connection or the Human?”
[Thaney] “Why do we have to choose between them?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] “Can they both be saved, or must we choose one over the other?”
[Thaney] “Ehh,” Thaney says, immitating a game buzzer, with a faint smile; “That was the same question I asked, worded differently, wasn’t it?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] She shakes her head and takes a deep drink of her beer and with a grin. “Do you think so?”
[winken] ((Either of you mind?))
to Sticks’n’Stones, Thaney
[Thaney] “If I thought so, would I be right?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] (Course not. *s*)
to Thaney, winken
[Sticks’n’Stones] “If you were right, would it matter?”
[Thaney] “Hmm.” Moment’s thought. “If what was right didn’t matter, would there still be a reason to follow any of the laws?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] “If there were no laws, would we still fight?”
[Thaney] “Don’t you think should fight the wyrm where ever it swells is a more important measure of character than, pft, don’t fuck around with other garou?”
[Thaney] …dwells.
[Sticks’n’Stones] “If that were true, wouldn’t we breed ourselves out of existence, until there are none left to fight?”
[Thaney] “Wouldn’t it be a good idea to let the world take care of itself, and go the way it wants to go, naturally?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] “What is more natural, then; Gaia, Wyld or Wyrm?”
[Thaney] “Isn’t it natural for them all to be together, mad-dogging each other?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] “Won’t they mad-dog each other into non-existence?”
[Thaney] “Why would they do that?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] “If they didn’t, would it simply be an eternal stalemate?
[Thaney] “Uh. Isn’t that what’s best for the world?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] “If it is, why do we fight so hard to tip the scales in our favor?”
[Thaney] “Are we really fighting as hard as we could?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] “Will we ever understand if we are fighting the way that we should?”
[Thaney] “Why don’t you already know whether or not you’re fighting the way we should?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] There’s that little grin again, paused only by another swig of beer. “Does gaia speak to you?”
[Thaney] “Doesn’t the weaver have a voice, too?” Remarkably, Thaney is not, yet, getting drunk. Unless she already is.
[Sticks’n’Stones] “Does the Wyrm?”
[Thaney] “Should we listen to the weaver and the wyrm, too?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] “If we should – why do we condemn those who do?”
[Thaney] “Do you think you’re doing well, in this challenge?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] “Do you feel I’m not?”
[Thaney] “And if I thought that you were a terrible ragabash, could not pull a question out of your ass if you had just eaten burritos from that Mexican restaurant, you know the one, the one it doesn’t matter how much garbage your stomach’s used to changing – shit is going to blow, what would you say?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] Laughter, then. “Wouldn’t that make you a terrible Philodox, without the ability to judge so simple a thing as the indestructibleness of my belly?”
[Thaney] Her lips quirk up. Then, “If I thought you were a great ragabash, even though you haven’t been tried as a ragabash, haven’t been tested under the auspices of no moon, what would you say to me?”
[Sticks’n’Stones] A lopsided grin. “Why?”
[Thaney] “Cool. I’m thirsty!”
[Sticks’n’Stones] She can’t help the laughter then – and one more.. “Does that mean I win?”
[Thaney] “Why,” she says, with an edged little grin: “Does my answer interest you?” Then, she scratches the back of her neck. Quiet, for a moment:–even measuring. “Yeah; I think you’ve proven something of your no moon self. C’mon.” Tilt of head, then: to the drinks!
[Sticks’n’Stones] “Yeah, it does.” She smiles then, more then a grin, and it lights up her eyes with a touch of pride. Thaney questioned her the hardest when she made her decision. This is a victory that deserves a LOT of beer.
but no tattoos. Just to re-state. No tattoos.