Scene: Safe House Kitchen

Present: Kevin, Tu

Tu was attacked by Basil (Gnawer Ahroun), got beat up pretty bad, and lost his arm. This is the next morning, after some healing.

Looking much better than the night before, Tu is actually mobile now, though moves with a slow deliberate pace. He stands at the counter, and uses his right hand to slowly coax the cover of the coffee canister off. He seems quite focused on the task.

Present: Kevin, TuLong distance to the room: Tu is assuming I asked for you to come.

Kevin comes into the kitchen in his young-man-in-a-great-big-hurry mode, banging into the table and knocking it a couple of inches aside as he skids to a halt.

Tu glances up at the noise, and abandons his coffee task, moving slowly for the table. "Thanks for getting here so fast." His voice is deep and gravely, like a long-time smoker with a sore throat. It's only a few steps to the table, but it still takes him a little while. "How's he holding up?"

You paged the room with 'I'd like to discuss the Brom thing if possible- so we can either assume Tu found out, or you can tell him if you know.'.

"Basil?" Kevin asks, as though surprised. "I wouldn't have thought your first thoughts would be about his welfare in the circumstances. He's stressing majorly. He thinks Kenneth is going to order him to be shot at dawn with silver bullets or something. I tried to reassure him but of course, I couldn't say for certain that he won't."

The older Gnawer's shoulder lifts just enough to be visible, then he slides down in his chair. "The situation was...", he stops to think about how he wants to express himself. "unfortunate. I should have thought more before involving him." It seems obvious that Tu is not willing to lay the blame squarely on the Gnawer.

Kevin takes a chair by Tu's. "You have to be the most forgiving guy in the sept," he says with undisguised admiration for his elder's magnanimity. "Basil, he's... he's kind of a jerk sometimes but he's a helluva lot better than a lot of garou give him credit for. They judge him 'cos he talks a lot and shoots his mouth off, but I know him well enough to know he really does want to be jumping in there for Gaia and killing the Wyrm. He's like totally distraught about this."

Tu dips his head slightly. "I can't get angry at a wall for not acting like a bike. I can't get angry at a recently ex-ed Ahroun cub for losing control on a full moon. I'll leave that for other people." He coughs slightly, and looks around the kitchen. He spies a roll of paper towels, standing up and heading towards them.

Kevin looks at Tu, quite plainly on the verge of offering to help and then biting off the offer, uncertain whether it would be helpful or patronising. "Well," he says instead, "between you, Eleanor and Grey, our tribe has to have the greatest collection of scars in the sept right now. Mine's nothing in comparison."

Tu pulls the paper towel, trying to rip on of the sheets off, but manages to pull off three. He lays them down on the counter, and uses his elbow to steady them and his hand to pull one sheet from the other two. This gets lifted to his mouth, so he can spit something into it. "Scars are supposed to reflect honor, right? So, we must have more honor than the Fangs."

Kevin finds himself laughing, rather to his own surprise, at the other ragabash's comments. "Oh man. You should have seen the Fangs at moot. They all got into bickering about who was challenging who for leadership. The Russian guy, Nikolai, looked like he wanted to bite people..." He flushes as those rather tactless words escape his lips.

Tu makes his way back to the table, leaving the two orphaned paper towels for whomever comes by next. "I saw it. I'm not sure who was more frightening." He sits back down at the table, and considers the younger rababash. "I need you to run an errand for me", he says in an less than subtle shift in the conversation.

Kevin throws his arms wide in an unsubtle gesture of deference. "Name it, and I'm on it," he promises.

Tu nods. "In my office are two vials and a package of needles. They need to get to Touch Deer. It's not an emergency, but sooner than later." He coughs softly, which evolves into a loud clearing of his throat, and concludes with a loud hacking noise, and a spit into the towel.

Kevin clicks his thumb and middle finger. "I'm on the case," he confirms once more. "I bet I can guess what this is about as well. Rabies jabs for the wolves out near the caern?"

Another nod. "There are printed instructions there as well. Tell how much to give each wolf, and how to inject. Take those too. Tell Touch Deer I'm sorry I couldn't deliver it myself, and we're still working on the rest." He pauses again. "Not a word of this to anyone else. Even other Walkers."

Kevin raises one eyebrow at the final command. "Uh... okay, if you say not. I'd have thought saving our feral kin from a hideous death would be a pretty noble and honourable thing to boast of, but if you wanna be stealthy about it, you're the boss still," he concedes.

Tu manages a slight grin. "I asked the others to get the stuff, but they were too busy thinking of elaborate plans to steal the stuff. I just paid a guy fifty bucks and the cost of the stuff." He reaches over and scratches the stump on his left arm. "I don't want them to stop planning, though."

Kevin grins back at Tu. "Sometimes the elegant solution to a problem isn't as good as the quick, dirty one involving money changing hands."

"Always look to the easy, before you try the hard. Still, it's good for them to work out plans." He yawns, rubbing his forehead. "Hey, how well do you know the Gnawer elder? Olga."

"Better, I dare say, than most of this tribe," Kevin responds a little sharply. "I like her a lot, for all that she's a crazy smelly old tramp. She was always good to me as a lost cub. Why?"

Tu's eyes flash with something. Hope? Mischief? It's hard to tell. "I've been meaning to get in touch with her, try and work things out between the tribes. I know her and Natalie didn't get along very well." He coughs. "I figure, I might be able to use this situation as a way to do that. I figure even a Gnawer will want to apologize for one of her own."

Kevin levels one forefinger at Tu like a gun. "Good thinking, Batman," he exclaims. "I never could see why Nat and Thomas have such a downer on the Gnawers. Far as I'm concerned, if we work closer together, so much the better for us both and for Gaia. You know I think a lot of Basil as well as Olga, and Yi's no slouch either."

"So, that's another errand for you. Try and see her before she gives Basil any sort of punishment. Tell her I want to talk." You can almost see the gears in the Ragabash's head turning, in sharp contrast to the slowness of his movements. "Tell her I would have come myself, but am not up to traveling just yet."

Kevin nods, but he doesn't seem too happy all of a sudden. "I don't think Olga is likely to get the chance to punish Basil," he advises. "There's been so much frenzying and thralling in the last moon or two that I think it's going to become a serious investigation by Brom and Kenneth, maybe even our new Elder. I mean, Grey... Michael... Clemency... Basil... Bug... it's a long goddamn list."

Tu frowns at the mention of Brom, and it seems to spur him to stand up. He wanders stiffly over to the counter, and starts to paw through the drawers. "They going to investigate all of them, or just the Gnawer?"

Kevin's frown mirrors Tu's. "They'd better damn well investigate them all, and fairly, or I'll have words to say," he threatens. "If Touch Deer-rhya does become involved, I think it will be fair. At the end of the day... and don't take this the wrong way, please... Basil didn't kill you. Whereas Thomas, from what I could see and from what those nearer the incident said, definitely did kill Spider-Eyes."

Tu returns to the table, holding a pad and apiece of paper. He sits down and starts to write, eventually steadying the paper with his elbow as he does. "Give this to Touch Deer as well.", he says as he writes on the paper. "I don't imagine there will be an answer, so don't expect one." When he finishes the note, he folds it and hands it to the other Walker. "I'll probably head out to the woods in a few days, assuming I can ride my bike."

Kevin frowns as the issue of bike-riding is brought to his attention, but he doesn't say anything more. "I'll make sure he gets it," he confirms. "I want to get out to the bawn as soon as I can anyways, make sure Basil is still okay and hasn't fallen into harano or been ritually beheaded for his sins or anything."

You say "Okay. I have to make coffee anyway, which should take me most of the morning. Thanks for coming so quickly, and keep my informed if anything changes."

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Touch Deer-rhya,

I am writing to you about the circumstances between myself and Basil. I understand that it appears that this situation is part of a larger problem facing us, and certainly must be investigated by whomever you see fit. I would ask, though, should it be decided that a punishment is due, any such punishment would be worked out between myself, as the injured party, and Olga.

Thank you for your consideration.

Tu

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"Yessuhboss," Kevin agrees. "I'd do the coffee but... I guess you need to start relearning how to do it one-handed..."

"Well, at least until I can get to Starbucks." Tu's spirit seems, considering everything, pretty well intact. "I'm mostly worried about transportation. Maybe I'll end up getting a hybrid."

Kevin tucks the note away in his pocket. "I'll head over to the country right now," he declares. "Hey, you know what, elder-man? You rock. Seriously you do." With which compliment the younger ragabash trots out of the kitchen on his errand.

You paged the room with 'Coollio. Thanks!'.

Kevin pages to the room: Thank /you/.