He was actually sleeping, at night, and able to.
He missed his nocturnal rest, the ability to just say screw it all and actually sleep while Luna was up in the night sky. And even though his moon was waning high overhead, he did sleep. His room could be explained in just one one, in its purest form. Symmetry. Everything in his room had a place and an order. It was just the way of a philodox.
However his room was not locked, he knew it futile, being omega he was always at someone’s beck and call.
[AnneMarie Hoch] He is sleeping. And perhaps she chooses this time on purpose. Perhaps not. It is a certainty, however, that she will not say in either case. She does not go up to his room. In fact, she’s not anywhere near the packhouse. She is, as always, on Patrol.
It is rare to see her settle anywhere. When she does, it is always out of sight, or for brief moments. Even at rest, she chooses her timing carefully. Even at the pack house, or Kin house, she eats, then works out, then leaves again. It’s almost certain that she sleeps. Everyone does. Right? But for all the world, it looks as if she is always, constantly, on alert. And always alert.
Without warning, from some place in the ‘Green, her voice comes across the totemphone, intending to jar a certain Philodox wide awake. McCollach. We need to talk.
Ominous, no?
[Evan McCollach] It is a bit disheartening to be woken up from a deep sleep by a voice that lingers within your mind. However he does not pop out of bed, or fall out from the sudden intrusion into his psyche. He just slowly sits up and tries to wipe away the sleep from his eyes. It was difficult, but he needed to.
Yes AnneMarie? What shall we talk about.
His voice was tired and soft, it was obvious that he was just waking up right now. However he did not sleep like some others, he actually wore clothes while he slept. If there was ever someone more straight-edged than Evan, they would be hard-pressed to find it.
[AnneMarie Hoch] Baaku.
If there’s a more lovely thought to wake up too, well. It’s almost assured that there is. Evan is somewhat lucky, however, for how people imagine her mental voice to sound is always wrong. Where they would expect something harsh, rage-filled, or something like that, instead her mental voice is what would have been should she the ability to speak out loud. Soft, low, silken. It is a voice on dreams of, and that only the very priveleged are treated too and rarely enough at that.
Still, waking up to a demanded conversation about Baaku can’t signal fun.
[Evan McCollach] Her voice my not have been able to shake him from sleep, but the topic of conversation would definately do it. He knew that he had to speak about some stories o Baaku, something about his glory, his honor and his wisdom. However he was not sure what Thaney already told her.
Yes, well I guess I now is a good time to talk.
Yeah, he really didn’t have a choice anyway. She was beta, he was omega. He jumped when she said so. So in preparation to the discussion, he swung his legs off of the bed, his feet hitting the cold floor, sparking a chill up his spine.
May I ask what stories you know already?
[AnneMarie Hoch] Riddles.
She is bemused, actually. Thaney, of course, spoke to her in song. The Modi prefers cut and dry, simple, and done with. But this is, of course, a punishment. She is not supposed to enjoy it, right?
I know of his birth, and where. That he was raised by his tribe. They beat him, until he changed and became what they wished him to be. I think. Yes, that part was in song. She is no Fianna. She is no Gallaird. She is Modi. Ask her where to strike to kill first, and she will know. Where to wound so that one suffers, this she knows. Unravel songs – this is not her forte.
He mediated Justice there – which to him meant nothing other then ‘right’. He made cliath by virtue of being the only one standing. Fostern by rage in the desert. Of a judgment or two, of killing a tainted alpha after she killed her pack. And of the most recent ambush.
[Evan McCollach] And what part of his renown does this mark?
He shook off the affects of sleep one more time before he moved from his sleeping arrnagement. But instead of moving to dress properly first, he tends to his bed, making up the covers once again. Making sure that the order is restored to his room from his sleeping form. He was no Galliard either, however stories were more of than just riddles. The songs and tales that seemed a bit lacking in the Sept of Malestrom were the only way they knew of their greatness, of their losses and the gains. It was what made them who they were.
[AnneMarie Hoch] Somewhere, where-ever she is, she allows herself a break in composure, and runs her fingers over short hair, to rest at the back of her neck. It’s a momentary break, that shows a frustration she will allow no one actual views of. Her grandmother was an exacting task mistress. Perfection in all things, or as damn close as possible. Perception is everything – if they think you calm, composed, put together, so shall you be remembered. Control. Always.
None of this, of course, comes through in her voice. His glory, the ability to fight, and come out victorious in gaining rank. Though why a philodox is gaining rank by battle alone.. she cuts off the thought with an almost audible snap. Then. His leading the ambush would mark wisdom.
A pause then, and a slow smirk. This bleeds through. This she allows. It is his Honor I have the most difficulty finding.
[Evan McCollach] I find that hard considering…
There is an audible pause in his thoughts, as if he had to hold his tongue for a moment, or maybe he was just yawning physically and needed to break off whatever he was thinking.
Do you remember the creed of Honor?
He knew it. He had to, it was apart of his life. It flowed through his veins, his very blood oozed it. It was all he was known for.
[AnneMarie Hoch] I know Fenrir Honor. This is your story to tell.
There is a taste of her amusement. Thaney questioned her as well, and got more of her past then her entire pack. She has lost her taste for talking at this point. Only necessity has brought this impromptu meeting to pass.
[Evan McCollach] I shall be respectful
I shall be loyal
I shall be just
I shall live by my word
I shall accept all fair challenges
These are the words passed down by the Garou of Lengend, the creed that all who call themselves honorable must live by. These are the tenets of garou Honor. Do these words ring true in your heart Fernir Warrior? Do these words ring of the purity that the honorable strive to?
He pauses, this was not his story, he was no galliard, this was the inevitable truth of bing honorable, of being a philodox.
If they are true to the purest codes of honor, then you already have your tale. AnneMarie.
[AnneMarie Hoch] He was not respectful. He was not loyal. His version of Just was his own. He did not live by his word. And he only gave unfair challenges to back out. Tell me of him and quit pussyfooting around and wasting my time, Philodox. This is not a lesson for you to teach. This is a story of your fallen alpha. Tell.
Irritation. Frustration. He is perhaps lucky she choose to not be in the same room.
[Evan McCollach] It is funny that you do not know the story already, for you were there when it came to be. It is the very reason you must listen.
He paused, he was taking liberties maybe that she was not in the room at the time. Maybe he was just doing this to prove a point.
You think him disloyal. That is quite obvious, but where do you base your judgement on that? Who was he disloyal too? To himself? To his pack, to his Sept, to Gaia? I saw no such disloyalty. He was a fighter as Gaia had demanded of him, as you already know. He gave to the Sept as was due Malstrom’s call. His loyalty was unquestioned, unless you can say otherwise than so speak.
He paused, for a moment. This was his tale and she would listen. If she would accept it.
But this tale is fresh, new, less than a full turn of the seasons. It is a mark of one whose honor led him to his death. Yes it is the night that Agony Thane died. And althought your colored version leds you to believe that he was a coward that he did not live up to a fair challenge, that he was not living by his word. The folly of it all is that you speak of him from no position than your own. You do not look at it through eyes outside the situation. I invite you to look at it once again. To relive the situation. Come and live it through my own eyes and leave behind your own preconceived notions.
He paused, looking into the small mirror that was in his room. He was no galliard, but to articulate his own belief was a skill a philodox needed to learn.
[AnneMarie Hoch] Worthless.
And just like that, the connection is cut off. And she resumes walking.
[Evan McCollach] He shakes his head, looking to re-establish the connection. Trying to push it back open, if at all possible.
If it is so worthless, than why does a Adren Half-moon of your own tribe agree with the fact that the Eagles should be punished for their violation of the litany, that of acting outside of a fair challenge, of violating the territory of another. Acts that are without honor.
[AnneMarie Hoch] There is no pushing back. He is ignored. Completely.
[Evan McCollach] He shakes his head as he looks in the mirror. This was getting him no where. Every action seemed to be only one step forward and two steps back. Maybe this was a mistake afterall.
[AnneMarie Hoch] ((*L* Thanks for the scene, man. Man I love my Modi. Now I gotta go find somethin for her to kill. *L*))
[Evan McCollach] (*L* Thanks. Maybe she will listen to him after he comes back from Cali…. if he comes back *grins*)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (not if he’s gonna try and tell her a story she KNOWS again. *L* that wasn’t waht she asked for. Tsk.)
[spy] ( Hey, now. Let’s focus on someone else’s misery. Thaney: “WAH. THAT’S NOT WHAT I SAID. Stoopid metis!” (grins) )
[Evan McCollach] (She asked about his honor, found it hard to find. *laughs at Jess* Thats what you get for being Fianna)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (Then he should have told her a story she did not know – you see, this Modi is very very stubborn. You won’t change her mind about his death. Like. Ever. *L*)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (And. heh. He’d best be careful assuming what Decker thinks too. *g* That gets folks killt.)
[Evan McCollach] (Killt? *laughs* What is he gonna make Evan were a kilt and play the bagpipes? *laughs*)
[AnneMarie Hoch] Kilt! Killedededed! DEADED! *L*
[Evan McCollach] (Thanks for the scenage, now I think its time to get some sleep)
[AnneMarie Hoch] Night!0