[the caern - continued]

(yu)
*A black feathered head peeks out of the mane of red Cliona hair and looks around. Quietly he crawls back to her shoulder* 

(sasha)
Yes, the bitch with the bone, Sasha looks down at the bone in her hand, the instrument that provided her the right to speak. She clears her throat to draw attention, "I had issues that I wanted to bring forth, but after what I just experienced here at this moot. People speaking and acting out of line, not waiting their turn for the bone, and acting with uneccessary displays of anger and violence." 

She turns her eyes to the Grand Elder, bowing her head to him, "Forgive me, Grand Elder, the Council of Elders, and to the rest of those assemble. I am severely disappointed with what has transpired in this meeting tonight. Our first moot for a new caern and it makes me wonder if this is what we will have every time our brethren gather at such large gatherings." 

Sasha walks out in the center of the gather. "I am beginning to question if my abilities as Rite's Master and as a High ranking Theurge are to be placed in question. If there is anyone that feels I am unfit, or wishes to challenge my judgements when I am asked to perform my duties in front of Assembly and my Peers. Take the bone from my hand and challenge me for my position. If there is no one... then I ask for the respect acredited to my station and to perform my job as such." 

(kris)
*Chuckeling to himself Kris watches on intently* Finally, another Garou who just basicly called them all meatheads. 

(kemp)
Glancing around to see if anything more would happen or if the endless meeting would continue. He'd known what he was for less than a year. Been through two caern battles he never expected to survive and this was his first Moot. Not sure what he expected, but one thing was for sure, it wasn't all this drama and confusion. Nudging James with his shoulder just to let him know he was still sucking air and hadn't aged the hundred years he felt had passed so far. 

(thunder's mirror)
Having kept in the distance he may not have been given any special attention before. However this warrior soon emerges from the darkness to join closer to the scene. 
With dark eyes he scans thr crowd, recognizing faces he has seen before, however had no clue they were garou. He has kept himself relatively secluded, from the others. The Shadow Lords do prefer to keep with their own rather than mixing in with others. However such has been known to happen more than once or twice. 
The man finds himself a seat, or more s spot to lean against. Not wanting to interupt the preceedings, he keeps as quiet as possible. 
He appears to have shed a little of the restrictive clothing he might have been seen with before. His bare chest reveals the scars left behind in battles long since past. His hair, shaggy as ever blocks his eyes. As if the man had never been explained how to use a comb. His build is strong, and sturdy. However a bit more sleek than many warriors. Grace, and cunning are his forte, leave the brute strength to the Fenrir. If dying for Gaia is an honor, certainly living for her must be its reward. He is shoeless as well, his feet worn, bruised, and even bleeding. To this he pats no heed, from the look of the calouses and scars on his feet it is unlikely he has much feeling down there anyway. 
He wears only a pair of pants, muddied, and torn. They cling tightly to his hips and seem in better shape than one would imagine such a man would keep them. 

(npcs)
It would appear that no one intends to challenge Sasha for her position. 

Certainly the Warder and Grand Elder have no designs on it. 

Tura's head cocks left and right, listening for sounds. 

(luca)
Well I certainly ain't gonna do it. He frowns a bit, while the silver fang had challenged her capability, he had been sent here to study under her. 

She has to be at least good enough to hold her position, right? And there's somthing to be said for rank. 

(Cliona) 
She has no designs on the Master of the Rite position, and the slight smile offered Sasha says so. She respects the woman, and was as appalled as the rest at those who would step on her toes earlier. Therefore, she remains quiet. Still. 

(decker)
Totemphone. Oh yeah, they had that. That might keep them awake. Uncomatose. Alive... 

<I>See why I lived without a caern fer two fuckin' years now, Kemp? </i>

(sasha)
Sasha looks around the Assembled Garou, waiting, watching... and, if no one speaks up... 

<I>Going once... going twice... </i>

(james)
the Ahroun's head tips slightly from side to side
he doesn't doubt Sasha's ability or validity
anyone that <I>does</i> should have brought it up when positions were called

the Totemphoned words are forshadows by the soft roll of growling laughter 
<I>Yeh.... so how the hell did the both of us end up on Council? </i>

(sasha)
She turns her body, walking over to Tura, extending the bone to the Black Fury. "No one speaks. I give the bone back to you. I am done here." 

The bone passed, Sasha turns away to resume her place once more. 

(binary)
Binary yawns. 

Mouth opening wide to show teeth, and tongue before she strestes forward shouldurts bunching forwards before resettling in place. 

(jim/sarah/serg/hamish)
Sergei looks to sasha with a haughty 'you will do for now' look and a regal nod. 

Hamish Gives Sasha a wink and nod smiling a bit then looks to the others as he waits to see what happens. 

(npcs)
And the bone is passed to the patiently waiting Silent Strider guest. 

(decker)
Decker's reply is something like... 
<I>NNNNGH. </i>

(sarah)
Sarah takes the bone and bows her head "I come to seek the ear of the Wyrmfoe and the council of elders. I bring news that could mean many, in cities other than your own, may fall to wyrm taint if you do not hear me and take heed. A Caravan of trucks is due to pass through this town soon, carrying many crates of wyrm tainted food to a city beyond here. I happened to hear of it and thought to bring it before you all, hoping that you could stop it. I don't know when it is due to pass through but it will be soon my guess is not more than a few weeks time." 

(james)
there's the beginning of a smirk crawling (lopsided) across the Gnawer's face
it must be due to something going on beyond the ears of the gathered Garou
(<I>possibly as it was aimed at the Modi</i>)
because as Sarah speaks, the expression melts away
back to business, it seems

"Wh't else <I>c'n</i> y' tellus?"

(sarah)
Sarah's eyes shifted to james "Only that they have not yet been sent. the sept who'se territory they are being sent from is under seige by the wyrm's minions as it is and cannot lend warriors to aid in this comparitively small matter, I was asked to bring warning." 

(npcs)
<I>"Which Sept is that? What territory?" inquires the Philodox with simple directness. </i>

(sarah)
Sarah's eyes looked to the one who spoke to her "The Desert River sept of phoenix, Arizona. The caravan is due to avoid all other cities in transit to it's destination this much i was told. this is the only city on it's way." 

(yu)
*Yu Gan tilts his head and looks to the other elders and back to the strider. More than a bit confused as to how a caravan is going to travel half way across the country and bipass cities. 
He stands silent still, blood coating his fingers and dripping stickily to the ground* 

(sarah)
Sarah looks at the faces "I don't know any more than this, I can only offer my warning and pass on the message as it was told to me." 

(decker)
Now here's something a little more interesting than the politics of rule. At some point he'd reverted to his birth form, sprawled back along the crate he was on, his knees bent over the edge, his elbows propping him up. Now he flexes upright. 

Decker works the docks. He works the trucking lines too sometimes, though it was tougher there 'cause the shipments were smaller, and the competition over work a little more fierce. Still, he knew something about something. 

So. "One more thing, Strider. Hundreds o' trucks come through a city every day. How we gonna know the tainted ones from th' others? Cain't set Theurges 'n Metises ta sniffin' every one that comes through a weightin' point on tha highways." 

(tucker)
He moves to speak. He works in shipping too. In fact, he sees Decker about every damned day at the docks. 

But he's not allowed. So the young Silver Fang closes his maw. 

(sasha)
Curiosity. 
Attention drawn towards the new speaker. 

(yu)
*Yu nods, Chicago is the major hub for north south and east west transit for the nothern half of the country. It's why the city is here. * 

(jim)
Sarah looked to decker "They areemblazined with O'Tolley's logos and have arizona plates. also this much I can tell you it will be likely 4 to 6 trucks in close formation, I was told it was a large haul. perhaps you have those that could find more detailed information before they arrive?" she looks from face to face. 

(npcs)
<B>The Warder snorts. </B>

<I>The Grand Elder, more politick, looks around the gathered, "We will need one pack to volunteer to scout the situation. Find out the information we are missing." </i>

(will)
*WIll pecks Cliona's shoulder. Bobs his head* 

(sarah)
Sarah thinks for a moment perhaps the events tonight did fluster her after all "I can offer only one more possibility. The trucks in question may be followed umbrally by an unusual number of banes. I leave this to your capable (maybe?) Hands, may I ask a nights rest before I am due to move on with other news to other places?" 

(decker)
Decker nods to Sarah. Then he waits to see if there's any volunteers. If there wasn't, he had a suggestion to make. 

(luca)
"We'll go." He stands now moving to the center. His back sure as hell better be following him too. 

"We're more than capable I promise ya." 

(cliona)
“Th’Crows’ll go. Will here included as Affiliated.” quiet, determined. 

(james)
quiet. thoughtful. nodding to take it all in
dark eyes glance to Decker in deference
sure, Eagles are fully capable
but recon isn't their specialty
and he's not about to volunteer the pack for anything

(summer)
When Luca rises, Summer does too, just a couple of steps behind him. Tipping her chin upward just enough to take a good gander at the assembled before head back down and hiding her face again. Her shoulders curl forward, then back, as she loosens her hold on her belt loops and lets her hands swing free for the moment. 

(binary)
Quiet. 

"Leonida is capable as well. Though we are also occupied with the Pyrell campaign." 

(decker)
Or maybe he'd speak up about it anyway. 

"Tucker's an insider much as any o' us kin be. Works shippin' lines like me. Whoever ya pick, he kin keep an eye out too." 

The Modi levels a look at Tucker. Opportunity. And a challenge. 

(sarah)
Sarah nodded to decker then bowed a bit and handed the bone to tura signifying she had said all she had to saw, a touch on the shoulder first to let her know she was there a slight smile for the blind truth catcher though she won't see it. 

(tucker)
A wolfen smile to the Modi. Everytime he wonders why he ever liked the guy, he turns around and does him a big solid. While he might not admit it, Decker's gotta have some sorta loyalty to do somthin' like that. 

His head nods a bit. Not speaking, not allowed. BUt he's willing to help, as is the pack behind him. 

(fastball)
*Fastball blinks up at Tucker and shrugs. He'd help as best he can. O'tollies had those nummy "Gutbursters" burgers* 

(npcs)
<I>The Grand Elder looks at Decker briefly as he speaks, before inclining his head. </i>

<I>"The new pack, who I hope, we will have a name from, soon enough," a half grin that sports itself across his tanned face, then fades, "will be our scouts, supported by Tucker and his pack with their insider's position." </i>

<I>Moving on. </i>

Binary is handed the bone. 

(will)
*Will blinks and looks to Cliona and whispers with his beek at her ear* "Did we just get snubbed?" 

(thunder's mirror)
He recognizes Binary more than anyone else. Perhaps that is the reason his attention seems drawn more in her direction than any others. 
He cannot help but feel slightly ammused when he sees her again. Though if he is ammused it never registers on his face. 

(cliona)
Well then. A slight shake of her head for Will, however. barely vocalizing. “Nae, lad. Give th’young a chance teh prove themselves.” 

(binary)
The bone. 
[...<I>could be a weapon in those hands.</i>] 

--is held be the unremarkable saian woman, who stretches as she stands for the second time tonight. Leaning forward so that bones and joints taht align her back snap and pop undfer the stretching motion. Exhale. 

"I speak to any Wendigo here tonight. I have located one of your own within the city - see me after the moot to claim her." 

Thats all. 
[...<I>the bone is passed.</i>] 

(will)
*He ruffels his feathers but is at least smart enough to know when to shut the HELL up. A bob of his head and he preens Cliona's hair back into place* 

(victoria santorelli)
She stands near to her Alpha, though her mind is already shifting off onto different paths. Almost every transport vehicle on the road is registered with some Department of Transportation, files cross-referenced and interlaced in any number of computers. A difficult search? Sure, though more for its needle/haystack nature than out of any real difficulty to get into the systems that hold the info. A couple of Boolean options and a lot of luck, and she could maybe find something... 

Crap. No time to level-up in Final Fantasy XI for a few days. 

(jim/sarah/serg/hamish)
Sarah moves out of the center to sit down and observe. 

Hamish frowns as the job is taken out from under his pack by TNFG 

Sergei listens to the strider silently and over the totem link to brand "Battle may soon be upon us, good i need some exercise." 

(brand)
Brand, totemphone: As could we all. 

(npcs)
The bone is passed back to Tura and Luca receives it next. 

(tucker/luca)
Tucker nods turning back to his pack. Noting Fastball for a moment. How comfortable are you at doing some heavy lifting in homid form? 

ROAD TRIP!!! called out over the totem phone to his packmates. His face turns to an expression of jubilation at the thought. Half lidded eyes floating up a bit in his wide smile. 

Gonna show the old folks how we do things in 'Braska. 

(fastball)
*Fastball, all 3 FOOT 6 inches of him looks up at the 9 or so feet of Tucker. Hands on hips. Sllooooooooowly looking down and over himself then up at tucker. Speaking only though Twisters Totem link Do I LOOK like somone that gets buy on heavy lifting there chief? A bit of amusement there.* 

(luca)
Then, he turns, taking the bone, all serious now. [Well, a little giggly on some a that awakened cheeba but who's gonna call him on it? He ain't botherin' nobody.] 

When he speaks it's a clear voice, youthfulll, proud and all of volcano's warning at once. "My name," he begins. "Is Luca Oliverio. Fugazi. Child of Gaia, Cliath. I'm Alpha of the pack you see behind me here. We're dedicated to Volcano, and looking to serve what needs to be done around here." Nodding. Across the nation stories conflict about whether chicago is a burgeoning new caern or one gone to hell in a handbasket, now he's beginning to see why. "You can call us whatcha want. It's been everthing from The brat pack, ta volcanos brats ta the teen titans. But we're the good guys, and we're he to help." He nods now, a bit awkward for anything else to say. 

The bone is handed back and he sits again with his pack. 

(summer)
Summer's smile sweeps wide - some sympathetic, unconscious responses to her packmate's delight - and the edge of her smile is just visible beneath the shadow cast by the brim. It's like she's the Marlboro Man, if the Marlboro Man were a sixteen year old girl who didn't smoke (cigarettes, anyway. didn't say nothin' about nothin' else) and didn't have a beard and did have a pair of long thick braids, and, well. The hat: that's Marlboro man-ish, and so is the way she uses it, and the way her smile sneaks out from the shadowy pool that swallows her face. Hands sunk into her pockets, now, still shifting constantly and minutely, itching to move but remaining still. 

As Luca gets the bone, the girl's shoulders straighten and she looks up again, watching him. 

(npcs)
<B>The Warder at some point catches Sarah's eyes and nods faintly. Earlier on likely, so that his affirmation was connected to her request for a place to stay for the night, earlier. Right of guests and all that rot. That was what communal sleeping areas were for. </B>

<I>The Grand Elder nods his greeting to the new pack, and that is all. </i>

Tura takes the bone, and Cliona is next. 

(cliona)
She takes the bone, and nods her thanks as she steps forward. 

“A warnin’.” 
Pause. Damn fianna – always so dramatic. 

“Yeh know o’th’scoutin on th’pyrells. M’boys and m’self and Will here went in just last week, teh scout umbral side. We sidestepped, and inteh the most incredible pain we e’re had experienced. Faded then t’th’clean hospital smell, th’faded as well. The scape itself was mottled, th’color o’rotted flesh. We expected it teh be bad, wrong, so was nae –too- suspicious at first, though in hindsight.... well. Will here, he was th’first teh waken enough to see th’meaning, and got back teh us with th’warnings.” 

Yes – one Corax they all want to turn into KFC, the other has earned her respect many times over. Loyalty – it’s a beautiful thing. 

“We wasna in th’umbra atall. We’d felt we’d been walkin forever, but nae getting anywhere. We saw it from outside our own bodies – which were strapped teh tables. Curata with his skull removed, tech’s pokin at his brains. Kegan minus a few teeth. Will with them pokin at his eyes, and m’self cut open with m’breedin bits spread o’re th’table. We faught our way back inteh our bodies, and killed everythin in sight on th’way out, before Will here got us teh a safe house teh do th’cleansin and healin enough teh get home.” 

“A shrug, slight. “Th’fire in th’paper, 20 dead – that was th’cover up o’the mess we left, where we was held, a ways away from th’building we’d sidesteped next teh. Th’thing is – we dinna know how th’trap was laid, or how it was triggered, or how many th’are. We were right outside th’Pyrelle Acquisitions buildin. Dinna know how far away would be safe – but safe teh say within a block tis nae smart knowing what weh do now.” 

“So, I bring yeh th’warning, in hopes yeh don’t end up as we did, setting off another such trap.” She nods, and offers the bone back. She’s finished, unless there are questions. 

(tucker)
<I>Then you're gonna come to work with me tomorrow and use some of that sneakin' mojo you got.</i> He nods after the totem message and turns his attention back to the moot. 

(will/fb)
*Will bobs a bit on Cliona's shoulder. Looking around as she talks. 

*Fastball looks up at tucker and nods. Looking around the moot again. His tail wagging softly. Scenting the air* 

(npcs)
<I>"What was the address?" </i>

(will)
*Wills foot lifts and opens and closes for the bone* 

(james)
nod up, Eagle style
<I>acknowledged</i>
the new pack
Cliona's valueable warning

"Volcano's kids got territ'ry claim'?"

more curiosity than official demand
though expected answer put to the wayside as the GE speaks

(summer)
...and, the girl steps back again when Luca's finished, back into listening mode. Listens to Cliona's tale with her head half-cocked, idly musing on both the warning - which she doesn't, for that matter, really understand - and whether this new assignment will interfere with her weekend plans, which include scraping together enough money to watch <I>Troy</i> all day long next Friday, sitting in the air conditioned dark, with an endless supply of popcorn. 

If Orlando Bloom is wearing a toga, she plans to rewind and repeat on Saturday. And now, she's hardly even thinking about, you know, the warning, and - is Troy Greece or Rome? Couldn't they wear togas either way? Or maybe a little leather skirt? She's not picky at all. 

(cliona)
She tips her head toward Will, and hands him the bone. He gathered a lot of the resources – tis his part o’th’tale. 

(luca)
"Nope." Replied simply to the dreadlocked man. "We go where ya need us, and we try not to cause too much trouble." 

(will)
*He grips the bone in one foot, then speaks in Cliona's own voice. The mimicry perfect* Ah've got th' ad'ress, 'Cludin' th'buildin's lay oot an' tha piccie's of tha' fir' taken both 'fore an af'ta tha fire. 
Digital an glossy's, fer ya viewin' plesure" 
*He hands the bone back to Cliona* 

(npcs)
<I>A slight nod of the Grand Elder, acknowledging. He, or more likely, Barny who can make better use of it than the GE, will get the address and the pictures later. </i>

Tura's eyebrow arches over her ruined eye sockets as she holds out her hand for the bone. 

(james)
the Ahroun's head moves
a slight tuck of chin towards collarbone
another acknowledgement of simple reply

(spider)
Spider's jaw flexes with the tension of muscles moving and tensing beneath the thin layer of flesh. And his eyes narrowed, glaring at the crow. 

(cliona)
Spider's jaw flexes with the tension of muscles moving and tensing beneath the thin layer of flesh. And his eyes narrowed, glaring at the crow. 

(will)
*The RAVEN Sits proudly on Cliona's shoulder, Silent now that he doesn't have the bone. Behaving* 

(npcs)
And last (least?) Breándan. 

(breandan)
Brendan takes the Bone with a smile of thanks. For those who haven't seen him before, he's a whip-lean young man. Looks about 20. But then appearances deceive. Medium length dark hair. And a charmer's grin. He usually wears a denim jacket sewn with patches from all over the world. And does so tonight. THe only thing incongruous about him is his ice blue eyes, startling cold in a friendly, boyish, and entirely too handsome face that could easily cross into unambiguously beautiful. 

"Everyone's tired so I'll try to make this quick." YOu haven't heard High Tongue until you've heard it spoken by one of the descendants of those who invented it -- the Irish Fianna. "I'm Breándan Ó Cathasaigh out of Cork County, Ireland, called Smilin' Bren. Me and my packmate Uaghaihg" he nods at the big roanhaired Ahroun standing beside him, grinning off in his own world, hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched -- drunk -- "are setting up on Skid Row. I'm cousin to Cliona Murran, and a Fiann of the Ragabash persuasion. 

"Unfortunately, I have a dirty matter to bring before the Council regarding a kinswomen dear to me, Aoife Ryan. She was lately attacked in her home by an unknown Garou who identified himself only as 'Marcus'. I can only hope some of you have heard of him." He looks around to see if any would step forth. "So that we can bring this offender to justice." 

They can sense the Irishman struggling to maintain composure as he goes on. "The honorless cur forced herself into her home, abused her hospitality, slandered her, threatened her, very nearly RAVISHED her, and when she resisted, carved her face open with his claw and wrecked her home in vengeance. Cliona saw the mess left behind, and healed Aoife. Both she and Aoife can speak of the wrongs done unto a helpless kin before any Philodox you choose, and you will see they speak no lie. 

"Now we Fianna do not take such things easily. Our hearth and homes are everything to us. We like our vengeance hot and bloody. Yet in deference to your wisdom, Council of Elders. I humbly request that this matter be attended to in the manner you see fit. 

"As her rightful guardian. And as a member in good standing with the Fianna. The whole of the Fianna will agree with me in wholeheartedly supporting whatever judgment you deem best. Thank you." 

Short he'd said. Bowing his head respectfully Brendan steps back and hands the bone back to the Truthcatcher. 

(will)
*Will bobs his head to that and raises a foot/claw* 

(spider)
Spider's attention from the crow [raven, whatever. still one dead bird.] 

In one smooth movement, he settles his gaze on Binary, anticipating her reaction. 

(cliona)
She nods to Brendan – she’ll speak to anyone who needs to hear to verify. other then that, she remains quiet. 

(binary)
Binary nods To Brenden. 

"I know of a Marcus - I will verify if he is the one you are looking for - and handle the issue accordingly. I thank you for bring it to my attention." 

(james)
inconsistent with the earlier addresses
this time, James manages a shadowed frown
but mantains some degree of objectivity throughout
(<I>Oogie, what a.... pleasent..... surprise to see you again....</i>)
judging Cliona's reactions as well as Breandan's

but as silence returns, he doesn't share an opinion just yet
instead glancing to the other Elders, allowing them to speak first

(decker/brand)
Decker <I>wigs out. </i>

Quietly, of course. But his rage amps up tenfold. On his arms, cords stand out as he grips the edge of the crate. Wood buckles and splits in his human (homid, at least) hands. Binary can hear his teeth grind from halfway around the semicircle of Elders. 

His seething eyes flash to Binary. 
One word: "How." 

Brand takes it a lot better. He just glances briefly at Binary as she says she'll handle it. Very well. Let the Urrah deal with the Urrah. All the better to keep his hands clean. 

"That is acceptable to me," rumbles the burly white Crinos. 

(thunder's mirror)
He seems unconcerned by what is mentioned. To him Garou serve a greater purpose, and should always be placed above kin. No doubt a Shadow Lord would no better than to assume there is only one side to a story. He just prefers to stick with the one he likes best. 

(npcs)
<I>Balance without Fault is quiet throughout Breándan's speech, his brow furrowed, not so much for the subject, but in quiet internal thought. </i>

<I>For a moment, the Grand Elder's attention swivels to Binary as she speaks, and considers her a moment. And now she has Decker to answer. </i>

(hamish/serg)
Hamish tensed he looked angry and from the glint in his eye he might not be satisfied with the council's actions if it doesn't involve the offending party's intestines decorating a tree trunk while he's dragged away by spooked horses drivin' to run by his own inner rage. then he might have to handle it himself but he stays quiet. 

Sergei seems cold as always but his stance becomes dangerous, well even more dangerous. in a subdued sort of way. 

(yu)
*Yu Gan speaks softly* The right of a mate would overshadow any tibal punishments. If the Fianna's mate was harmed it should be his punishment dealed out. At least in my thoughts. 

(binary)
[..Tell me how do you throw an ax?] 

The woman returns his gaze, Decker is fairly notorious for the violence that echoes from his fingertips. [Fostern. Modi.] And while all of these variables may include a reaction to the rage rage tremblesm, its not shown outwardly. Only the cool shift of gaze. 

"That would be my between me, the Fianna, and <I>him </i>if it IS him." 

(cliona/anne)
Her jaw tenses, slightly. She’s not happy – but all she can do is offer to speak. That Binary would take the right from Brendan to exact his judgment does not set well at all. But she says nothing. He said they would abide by the council – and they will. 

For now. 

she feels Hamish’s rage kick up a notch – totemphone. ~<I>Easy m’lad. We’ll get’im.~ </i>

(hamish)
Hamish glances to cliona over the totemphone "Aye lass. but do we get te' castrate him with a broken whiskey bottle then drop 'im in a tank O' Rokea af'erwairds?" 

(binary)
Hover to YU Gan. 

"I disagree. This isn't the Wild West. And taking law into your own hands rashly, will not be acceptable. The situation will be dealt with in a quick and fair manner to parties concerned." 

(breandan)
Brendan's jaw tightens, but he bows again. 
"If that is the wish of the ELders," he looks at the Grand Elder, "I will stand by it." 

(yu)
*Yu looks to Binary* Said like somone that's not had a mate abused. We are garou. We take laws into our own hands every day. We are each mass murderes by our 20th birthdays. 
We have rules to follow. Honor to uphold, if it's his mates honor, it's his to reclaim one way or another. 
To denigh him that is to condone the crime and puts you in the same shadow as the act itself. 

(decker)
Decker: "<I>If</i>," sneered, as only a homid Garou in birthform can, "his ass is guilty. What would you do. Binary-<I>yuf</i>." 

(thunder's mirror)
Too often a males judgement is clouded when he hears mention of a woman being hurt, or injured, or even murdered. 
Do women not kill? Do women not Hate? Are women not the center of the greatest legendary acts of treachery throuout all time? 
Binary's cool demeanor, however. Does reassure the full moon that Justice will be handled carefully. It would be a sad thing to see any garou rended limb from limb due to what could be a simple misunderstanding. After all, throuout history, women have not been known for their impecable sense of honesty either. Not that he hates women or anything of the sort. He merely feels a rational approach should be made to all this. 
So his silent assessment continues. Watching each face, each person, listening to every reaction, and judging the worth of each one's "Character". 

(cliona)
Totem ~Tis m’boy Bren’s call. We’re th’back up only on this one. But we’ll see him castrated yet, yeh wait an see.~ 

And a brow quirks at Yu Gan. She’s only met him once or twice – but she sees him a bit differently now. In a good way. And Decker’s sneers are always appreciated – when directed in the right way, as they are now. 

(james)
the Gnawer snorts
quick. <I>fair</i>
he's not as explosive as his packmate
but he doesn't particularly feel that fair or quick or even humane should be involved
<B>that</B> much shows in the half-smirk ghosting over his features
(<I>Full Moon's rage storming in deep umber eyes</i>)
if, of course, this Marcus is guilty of the charges

James remains quiet for a little longer, listening to the others

(kris)
*Getting tired of the conversation Kris shifts into Corvid form flying down into the building and over the head of the gathered Garou than out the door on his way home on the other side of the Umbra* 

(binary)
There is no accompanying smirk to Yu Gan's words, "No, My kin are well provided for." Arrogance perhaps. Of course if her kin hasn't been abused, thats a<I> positive</i> thing, right? 

If. 

Gaze Flick to Decker. 

"Incapacitate him. And hand him over to the Fianna? If. He. Is." 

Simple. 
Easy. 
Efficent. 

(yu)
May they always be so blessed. *A nod to Binary as she says handing him over to the fianna. The sticky crimson blood still dripping from the right hand. Pooling on the umbral ground by his side* 

(decker)
Tic in the jaw. 
He almost. <I>almost</i> growls. 

But then the Modi settles back. Doesn't sit, because he's never stood -- doesn't slouch, because he's never straightened. Nevertheless the change, no matter how slight, is palpable. He spits to the side, contemptuously, but in that motion breaks the challenge of his stare. 

Fine with him. 
Barely. 

(tucker)
The Silver Fang shakes his head angrily. This guy may have beat up Miriam, and he's been hurting other kin as well? Nope. He's dead. 

(fb)
*Fastball kicks tucker in the shin, speaking over that innate pack bond, thoughts spinning out of his mind and into Tuckers. Don't you know that's just great for the ahroun?* What's happin' Capin? Why the long face? 

(breandan)
Brendan looks to Cliona to confirm....then back to the council. "Binary-rhya is just. The Fianna have nothing further, if this is acceptable to the Grand Elder.." 

(tucker)
The guy might have beaten up my ex mate. And I pledged to cliona i'd protect the Fianna kin right after Aoife got hurt. I'm not leaving the fucker alive. Simple enough answer. 

(fb)
*Fastballs ears fold back and he looks around the group, cmmunicating over the bond again*Might wanna either get in line.. or keep that on the down low, brow. Just some advice. 

(npcs)
"I agree. Should he be found to be the one responsible, the wronged party is the one to mete out justice." There is a faint tone to his voice. 

Within reason. of course. (Whoever really expected the Fianna to be reasonable?) 

Tura takes the bone, and pauses, listening. "Has all issues been aired that can be at this moot?" 

(tucker)
It was already my line. And that's the last he'll say on the subject. 

(james)
he doesn't allow the soft huff of laughter to become audible
reasonability entirely depends on definition
this should be interesting

but the Gnawer Elder nods
he can accept it

(yu)
*Fastball looks to the rather imposing Fury and would like to say something but can't. Sighs and his tail droops* 

(binary)
And she sits. 

Time to go. 
Time to go. 

(thunder's mirror)
He hears it all, and is honestly displeased with what he hears. He does however keep his mouth shut, lest he draw the mobs ire in his direction. 
He leans back in his position and waits. This matter is not his concern. He knows nothing of either party involved. Still he is entitled to his oppinion. 

(decker, et al)
Decker: Finished. 
Brand: Finished. 
sliver: Finished. 
And Jackson: Finished. 

(ana)
Flesh of Fire gives no indication as to her own opinions on the matter - her storm-flecked eyes instead stoic on each member of the council as decisions had been<I> discussed</i> and made. She has moved near Thunder's Mirror - a silent, stalwart presence at his side, the earlier glimmer of <I>fury</i> (-dare, passion?) that had lost her her temporary elder position, as if it never were. As if she were not capable. 

(cliona)
Cliona - finished. 
AnneMarie – as silent as ever, and apparently not about to break the trend anytime soon. The Tar Crawlers, as well, are finished. 

(bren)
Brendan is done. He winks at Summer Anne again on his way back to the other Fianna. It was practically his gaia-given duty. There he settles down with Uag and the other Fianna. Time for Songs And Tales. 

(yu/fb/jaan)
*Yu gan is finished.* 
*Fastball can't talk* 
*Jaan hasn't said anything all night and doesn't appear to be about to.* 

(james)
one Bone Gnawer Fostern
<I>finished</i>
(summer)
Once more, Summer Anne blushes beneath her tan. Except for the ridiculously girlish way she ducks her head, it's her only response. (Well, she also elbows Vickie and toes Pinky awake again.) Other than that, she's definitely absolutely 100% completely and thoroughly finished, having said, uh, precisely nothing. 

(npcs)
And Tura's job is finished for the night, to be replaced by the Talesinger. Songs and stories to follow, and the revelry afterward. 

And thus ended the first Moot at the sept in Chicago. 

(thunder's mirrow)
He looks to Flesh of Fire, a nod of Acknowledgement, and welcome for the woman. Their eyes meet only for a moment, before he turns back to face the preceedings. 
He crosses his arms over his bare chest and waits silently. As if etched out of marble the figure remains silent as to anything he might think, or feel. 

(tucker/vaughn/luca)
He mves now toward the the spot the rest of the Garou do for the songs and tales. Micro crinos once again hoisted atop his shoulders, Jo is gestured to follow. [Pack. Move as one.] And none speaks, audibly until Jo spins her tale. 

James joins for this portion as well. Though he merely listens. A man's tales show his personality. And a crack in the personality is a weakness to be exploited later. 

The theurge is smiling wide as ever as he moves to the center of his pack of young misfits. They have a purpose now, and they've been introduced. Time for a song and a story one would think. The young man smiles running his hand through frosted blonde locks. "C'mon."