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[ragedagainst]

IC INBOX text / voicemail / emails / pack telepathy"Yeah. It's Ren. Text me. Don't fucking call, y'weirdo."Ren Rages-Against-The-Odds O'Neill Homid Fianna Ahroun - Adren (31) Guardian of the Sept of the Relentless Beat Alpha of the Never Say Die Pack Child of Coyote art credit code credit

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[ragedagainst]

Ain't nothin' of Gaia with her.

Me hairs stand up every time she's mentioned.

[wyldfire]

I searched everywhere I could within the castle and the only place that stank of the Wyrm was the dungeon. I couldn't get an audience with her to tell for sure. I don't know what she is.

Hey Ren... [She paused and decided against talking about home.]

I need you to do me another favor. I'll talk you through it, but please make a chicken quesadilla and take it to Dana down at the Clinic. She's working on a cure. I want to make sure she's eating.

[ragedagainst]

Jordana, love, I hate t'use video game logic but seriously? She has evil end-level boss written all over her. She wears a fuckin' mask everywhere and controls spiders.

Dana at the Clinic. Sure, yeah, I can do that. A friend?

[wyldfire]

Video game logic - what? [Guess who has never played a video game before.]

Yeah. She's the one I took to the jungle for a few days at the beginning of the month. I like her. A lot.

[ragedagainst]

....[ All that time with Barbara and she never made her play a video game? Fucking business glass walkers are the worst. ] Its a trope, Jordana. A thing y'see time and time again. If we start to hear dramatic latin chanting or a chorus singing, I'm fuckin' out of here.

[Oh shit. Okay. Weird to be let in on these things but also not weird? It feels illicit to be privy to information like this. ]

Got it. Chicken queso. Even I can't fuck that up.

[wyldfire]

Quesadilla, not queso. You know - tortilla folded in half and grilled with chicken and cheese inside. Queso is a spicy cheese dip. Seriously, I'm trusting you not to fuck it up. I'll talk you through it.

[Barbara tried to get them all to play Call of Duty once, but Jordana wasn't going to waste her time.]

[ragedagainst]

[ Any other day, Ren might've argued the toss to wind Jordana up more and played up her ignorance but whatever, she'll honour an honest request. ]

I won't fuck it up! I can cook food good!

[wyldfire]

[It's important! Jordana really liked Scully.]

Thank you. She can handle more spice than you. There's a seasoning mix you need to use on the chicken. It's in a little sack with my initials on it.

[ragedagainst]

[ Children could handle more spice than Ren. She can't help being an evolved being who realises that spice is poison. ]

JW. Jabbawocky, 'kay.

[wyldfire]

JM. Very few people know my name is Wyldfire. I mostly use my human surname here. [Except for those in the know.]

[ragedagainst]

Suppose Wyldfire raises more eyebrows then O'Neill after all.

[wyldfire]

Yeah. So Martinez. Jordana Martinez.

[ragedagainst]

Jam. [ JM, the natural 'shortening' is Jam. ] Cool, got it.

Hey...so...what's your deal? [ Very specific, Ren. ] I mean, you're intending on getting back home with me, right? Like. You aren't intending on stayin' here like some of the crazies, are you?

[wyldfire]

[That was very non-specific. At least the clarification was useful.]

Of course, I want to return home. The Umbral Quest is important. [A beat.] And when I die, I want to die standing next to my pack.

[It just didn't look like she was going to get what she wanted. Story of her life...]

cw: suicide ref because werewolves are fucking wild

[ragedagainst]

...wait, are you on a fuckin' suicide mission?

[ Excuse the fuck out of you, Jordana? ]

cw: culturally accepted suicidal risks

[wyldfire]

Not specifically, but we're trying to find a realm the Garou thought lost a millennium ago. Siobhan's vision heavily suggested that regaining access to the Gardens of the First Age would restore much of the Wyld consumed by the Storm Eater back when it ravaged the American Umbra.

[She sighed.] We just... decided as a pack when we agreed to start this quest that failure wasn't an option. We'd find it or die trying.

[ragedagainst]

[ Ren goes quiet.

She doesn't approve. But, it's not her pack. Not her alpha making that call. Not her child and mate being left behind in the process.

Their failure to reappear makes it clear they're lost or dead. ]

Maybe we can force the Void t'bring you back with me instead.

[wyldfire]

[Every Fianna with a family eventually learned that fighting to give their family a better future was more important than just being with them. Every Fianna mate understood that. It didn't make it easy. She'd heard Siobhan and Patrick arguing over this behind closed doors while Jordana did lessons with Seamus to keep him distracted. She remembered tracking him down on the bawn after Siobhan told him she was going and he ran away. He was almost seven then as she carried him back to his mother, his tears soaking her shirt, promising him that she would do everything in her power to keep his mother safe.

And she'd ended up there, separated from her pack. It was a surprise she hadn't fallen into the pit of harano yet. But Jordana knew she couldn't go face an almost adult Seamus like this, in utter failure and no answers. It was hard enough to not ask about him.]

Perhaps.

[ragedagainst]

[ And like all werewolves of a certain age, Ren has learned to compartmentalise her life trauma into neat boxes that she tapes up and never looks at again.

Just ignore the screaming nightmares every other night about Johan. We don't need to look into that too deeply. ]

Am I givin' Dana a message with the Quesadillas or what?

[wyldfire]

Just... tell her I wish I could've made and delivered it myself. To please take care of herself, too.

Thank you, Ren.