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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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[wyldfire]

A knife will do.

[ragedagainst]

[ Shit. ]

Y'got some ritual tucked up y'tail that you ain't told me about yet?

[wyldfire]

I need to be prepared.

[ragedagainst]

[ Not loving that answer. ]

I'll get one.

[ Silver might be hard to bargain for but she can probably trade up from something she makes with Brew if she butters up the right people. Maybe bring some of her pelts from her curing spot. ]

cw: ritual suicide

[wyldfire]

Thank you. I don't know how much longer I can put it off.

[ragedagainst]

I understand.

[ These are the parts of the Litany that she rankles against. The parts that sit uncomfortably with the rest but she knows better than to argue the toss about it.

Duty is always more important than preference.]

[wyldfire]

Ren... Do you think it's real - the Resurrection?

[ragedagainst]

[ Tact says that she should reassure Jordana in this moment. Tell her that of course it's real but, she can't promise that. And even if she could;]

If it is, it shouldn't be.

[wyldfire]

There are tales of the Celestines and Planetary Incarna reviving Garou. Siobhan once told me that there's always been rumors that the Gurahl have a secret route that restores the fallen to life with Gaia's blessing.

That woman is none of those.

[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.