Interruptions.
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6 November, 2016
The moon is in the waxing Half (Philodox) Moon phase (45% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is partly sunny. The temperature is 59 degrees Fahrenheit (15 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the south at 10 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.02 and falling, and the relative humidity is 67 percent. The dewpoint is 48 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius.)
It's a sunny day, if somewhat cold to be shirtless, and early afternoon finds Trace in the clearing in the shade of the boulder, doing… yoga, apparently. The ahroun has set up so that the boulder is behind him, and is in crow pose, balanced on his arms and fairly still. Within a few paces, his jacket, boots, and shirt form a neat pile.
Karin steps out of the Umbra with one hand resting on the boulder, the other holding the pocket mirror that she used to cross. Only once she's already started to step away from the boulder does she realize that Trace is here, and more, than she's about to step on his things. It takes a quick adjustment that is, thankfully, done without falling down and even with a minimum of flailing about to avoid the unexpected obstacles.
Trace takes a moment longer to realise that Karin has arrived. Startled is a bit of an understatement; it's a less than graceful forward somersault that brings the somewhat startled ahroun to his feet, where he manages to take a deep breath, and then another. "Hola," he offers, brushing the grass that's decide to attach itself to him off, and turning to grab his shirt.
Karin says, "Oh, dear. I apologize for having interrupted. I like to use the Lone Boulder as my crossing point, since it's one of the very few places that is actually still very much the way I remember it from before. I suppose I should have peeked first, but there's not normally anyone here."
There's a bit of a grin in response, and a nod. "It's alright," he offers. "I got drawn to this spot when I first got out here, got lost more than a few times while I was learning the Bawn as a Guardian." There's a shrug as he pulls the white undershirt over his shoulders and down, and that done, he seems a lot more comfortable, moving over to lean against the boulder. "I come here to think, or do yoga, or get away from the whole coming and going of the other people at the compound." He looks up, and continues, "And I like the view."
Karin nods. "It's a good place for that. Well, except when you have strange people tripping over you when they come across the Gauntlet, I suppose. If you need more time for the yoga, I can give you some privacy?"
Trace lets out a breath and shakes his head. "No need," he says, and then grins a bit, settling down into a crouch and stretching his arms up above his head. "It's mostly just… meditation? Keep myself from killing people or things unnecessarily, keep the beast in check." The fostern is quiet, and serious. "I'll do more later, it's not like I have a lack of time on my hands."
Karin says, "Well, since you're here and I've already disturbed you, would you like to start working on training for that gift? The actual teaching itself doesn't take much time at all, although it can take some practice in order to really get comfortable with it."
"Sure," Trace responds, and eyes the pile of his stuff before reaching to grab his shoes. There's a moment more, and he adds, "You can disturb me any time, you know." And then he looks momentarily absolutely mortified, drops his shoes, and waves his hands in front of his face. "Not like that I didn't mean it like that." He takes a breath, and continues, "I mean that, I'm a Guardian out here for the Sept, anyone who needs anything should always feel that they can find me. Though if the moon is big, I hope there's good reason."
Karin laughs softly. "Relax, relax. It takes significantly more than that before I start dropping people into Umbral prison realms." Wait, she can't really do that, can she? "Although you have, I'm afraid, condemned yourself to listening to yourself repeatedly, because a recent, emotionally charged expression will be much easier for you to pick up on."
Trace pushes his hair out of his face with one hand, and despite clearly trying he can't quite shake the mortified expression off his face, though by now he's laughing somewhat too. "Sometimes, en ingles, I open my mouth and words come out before I quite…" Not making it any better, he shuts his mouth and glances at Karin for a long moment, and shrugs his shoulders up and down, and nods. "Of course."
Karin doesn't seem overly inclined to tease him about it, instead extending her arm. "Give me your hand. It's far easier to share magic like this by touch. And then I want you to close your eyes, and get into the same sort of mindset as when you meditate or practice yoga. Clear as many distractions from your thoughts as you can."
Trace settles into an apparently comfortable crouch, his shoes forgotten as he extends one hand, palm-up towards hers, and nods. There's a moment where it looks like he's going to make an attempt at a smart-ass comment, but instead he simply quiets down, closes his eyes, and settles his breathing, which gradually slows and deepens.
He might well have picked up by now that smart-ass generally isn't something Karin finds endearing, so probably for the best. She waits until his breathing steadies, and then says, "Good. Now, I want you to focus on listening. Think back on the emotions, think back on the words, and hear them, just as I do."
Trace nods, just enough to be obvious, and his eyelids flutter with the effort of concentration for a long moment. And he flushes red again, a twitch of the corner of his lips into a bit of a regretful smile.
The nature of spirit magic is such that it passes from Garou to Garou in many ways. In this case, unsurprisingly, the medium is sound. It may take some time before he hears anything, and at first it almost seems that Karin is the one repeating it. As he continues to listen, though, the sound passes from her, and he can feel something not unlike a vibration pass up his arm, leaving his ears ringing with a sensation similar to the aftermath of loud music.
The ahroun continues to concentrate, and to breathe, four in, four out, slow and steady, and that little flutter of his eyelids on concentration happens several more times, but more pronounced at the ringing. More like the squinting that happens after looking into a bright light for a moment. And Trace tenses too, although the change in grip is less, not enough to hurt or suggest any loss of control. "I'm really sorry I said it that way," he murmurs, just above a whisper.
Karin says, "It might not have been the best turn of phrase, but your own reaction made it clear that it wasn't meant badly. You may rest assured, I take no offense. Put it out of your mind. Instead, think of me speaking aloud, but not today. Only my voice, and no others. A few days farther back— your focus will need to be more intense. Tell me what I was saying then."
Trace shifts from crouching to fully seated, all without opening his eyes, and furrows his brow somewhat. Long minutes pass in silence before he opens his eyes and looks over at the Fury. "No te entiendo what you were saying, can't understand a word of it, but it sounded kinda like Italian except not really like Italian?" There's a moment and Trace chews on his lower lip, and lifts a shoulder.
Karin says "Good. First, that tells us that you can hear farther back— you can go weeks, or sometimes even farther, if you fuel the effort with gnosis. Second, it shows you one of the key limits— you have to be able to understand what was said for the gift to be most effective. That's not to say it's a hard limit, though. If you're skilled or lucky enough, you may get some notion of what's meant even when you don't understand the language. And not Italian, no— classical Greek. It was the opening of The Odyssey."
"Sometimes good can come of it even if you don't understand," Trace muses, "if you narrow down factors about who it is was present, who it is you're listening to. If they were a man, or a woman, if they're emotional or yelling or crying or speaking softly, all of those are context too… though yeah, kind of a read the fine print text thing there. Makes sense, really. But still, it's a pretty damn neat trick overall."
Karin says, "Precisely. Or, more directly, you may get snippets of meaning without other context clues. In either case, it can be quite potent in the right circumstances. But, like any gift, be on guard against its abuse, and use it when you have need, rather than merely to satisfy curiosity."
Trace nods, thoughtful and once again quiet for a long moment, before he reaches for his boots, to put them on— finally. "I should see about taking a jaunt into the city some time, practise somewhere that's less of a…" shoe and all, Trace gestures to the field, before continuing, "like this. And more people." A furrow of brow, and a glance at the darkening sky, and he adds wryly, "But probably not until the moon is smaller again, really."
Karin says, "Indeed. You'll find it more challenging when there's more background noise to filter through. Once you've had a chance to try it there and other places, and you're confident that you've got a firm grasp of it, go to the public library, and I'll have a message waiting for you near the reference section."
"It'll probably be around Thanksgiving," he says, after thinking (and a little bit of counting on his fingers). "I need to coordinate with the other Guardians and all that." He shrugs, and mutters something darkly under his breath.
Karin says, "Thanksgiving should work well. By then, the message will be old enough that it'll be more challenging to recover, but still well within the gift's normal timeframe."
Trace grins and nods, finishing tying his shoes before he says anything further. "Alright, yeah. Just wanted to give a timescale to it," he says, and shrugs. "How're you doing with being back?" The change of topic isn't exactly graceful or smooth, but there's care behind the question. "Other than, you know, the whole everything being changed and a lot of people being gone part. That's… change, in the way that hits home the hardest." Unsurprisingly, it sounds like the man's speaking from experience.
Karin says "Yes. Yes it is. But I'm adapting, and things are looking better. There's a third Black Fury in the area now, so the tribe is starting to gain some numbers again. I've got a role in the sept, and at least the possibility of a pack forming."
Trace offers a faint half-smile, and nods. "That's good. Having a pack helps," he says in agreement, and glances in the vague direction of the city. "And having purpose helps too. Glad it's working out." The words trail off into an easy enough silence, and then the Glass Walker reaches and grabs the button down shirt, shaking off a shiver as he pulls it on. "Starting to get cold in the evenings. How cold does it get around here in winter anyway?"
Karin says, "It normally stays above freezing, but not necessarily by a large amount. Low 40s are fairly typical. Unless that has changed as well," she notes with a hint of amusement. "Certainly cool enough that I'm likely to be wearing my cloak fairly regularly."
Trace shudders, and grimaces. "Mierda." More with the cursing, apparently. "Guess I'll have to get Felix or J to bring me a few more long-sleeve shirts if this is going to keep up." He grins. "I grew up in southern California, there's no such thing as winter there, so your guess is as good as mine."
Karin says, "I spent some of my time away among the Fae, and you'd best believe that they have Winter. This should be mild by comparison, however cold it gets. Personally, though, I'd recommend having a jacket dedicated for good measure."
Aaron casually strolls through the Bawn with his hands in his pockets. He doesn't appear to be in a hurry to wherever he is going, just walking around. His appearance looks like one of those bums who hangs out at the beach too much. Since bonking his head, the Gnawer has a seemingly different nature about him. Although not like these two hanging around here would know, they don't know him at all! He stops in his tracks. Blinks. He makes his appearance known before waving at the pair.
Pack> Trace grumbles. "I hate not knowing everyone. I also hate most people. This presents an ethical dilemma, yanno."
Pack> Justin wakes up a bit and lets out a mental yawn. "Who do you not know?"
Pack> Trace says, "Whoever the hell just strolled into the clearing near the boulder. A lot of scars, black hair…?"
Pack> Justin says, "Aaron? Scar on his throat?"
Pack> Trace says, "That sounds right. You know him?"
Trace grins a little, but at the sight of another person coming by, the relaxed manner that he's had for most of the afternoon disappears and he's on his feet, a sharp look directed at Aaron that relaxes fairly quickly. "Yeah, I'll need to get a jacket," he says to Karin. "Trace Garza, called Six-Shooter. Ahroun, Fostern of the Glass Walkers, packed under Coyote, and Guardian of this place." Another pause. "You Aaron?"
Pack> Justin says, "Yeah, good friend of mine. May join the pack, he has been thinking 'bout it. He was in the last leadership pack and was our elder until he had to leave for some personal shit."
Pack> Trace relaxes a tiny bit, or at least stops radiating tension over the pack link. "Part of being a Guardian is knowing who does and doesn't belong. Es dificil si no sé la repuesta a esa pregunta, sí?"
Pack> Justin says, "Sí. Oh, by the way, we cleared out the queen in the tower and we cleaned out Edgewood. We don't have to guard anymore. We're in the clear bro. We can go back to doing what we do best, which is… I think something the pack should talk about."
Karin waves in return, though she doesn't immediately offer an introduction of her own, instead giving Aaron a chance to reply, first.
Aaron takes his hands out of his pockets as he approaches. The question about his identity earns a raise of his brows. After a short silence, he nods his head. "Yeah," he whispers, moving closer to the pair. His movements would almost confuse someone to make them think that the Gnawer is lupus-born. "Aaron Knight, Frito-Bandito, Ahroun Bone Gnawer Fostern," he introduces with handsigns at the same time. When he is finished, he makes a hang ten gesture with his hand.
Trace nods once, and grabs his jacket from where it had been on the ground, managing to relax a little and lean back against the boulder. "Nice to meet you," he offers.
Pack> Trace agrees, "Yeah, at some point we prolly should. I mean, pranking the shit out of folks should be in that 'what we do best' somewhere, but."
Karin pays very close attention to Aaron, largely because she doesn't know ASL, so has to rely on the whisper, which can be hard to hear from a distance. "Karin Alexander, rited Cliath as Avenges-the-Past, Daughter of Pegasus and Moon-Dancer, also the sept's Keeper of the Land."
Pack> Justin says, "Yeah, we started out as umbral scouts, then uh— we started taking over Thane's old territory in the city which I guess is what we're still doing. I want us to find a new purpose though so I hope we can all get together and come up with an awesome one. Even if we're just city guardians."
"Been just going with the flow, y'know?" Aaron says by way of skirting his responsibilities. He's fallen from his status a great deal since his amnesia. The funny thing is that he doesn't seem to care. "Yeah… that's cool." He says to both about their involvement with guardianship. "I've done that plenty… well, I guess I have." He scratches his head a bit in thought. "So you aren't in a pack?" he asks Karin in curiosity.
Pack> Trace says, "Also, while it might be clear for now, I still gotta check in with Thane and all before I head out for good. I did take the role officially not just an 'in the interim' or anything."
Trace tilts his head to listen to Aaron, a little quieter with the fidgeting than he usually is, and tucks his hands in his pockets. For now, though, he's just listening.
Karin shakes her head. "No, not as yet. I've only been back from the Umbra for a couple of months. Though I do hope to have that remedied in the near future." Her brow furrows at the 'I guess I have' comment, since it seems odd, given she's got no knowledge of his amnesia.
Well, everyone is pretty much a stranger to the Bone Gnawer. He wrinkles his nose for a moment. "I bonked my head sometime ago and sort of lost a lot of my memory. If I met you before, I am sorry." Aaron scratches at his chin. "I remember some things but not everything."
Trace shakes his head a bit. "I've been out here on the Bawn since May," he says, with a shrug. "I don't really know as many people as I should."
Karin says, "You must've done more than just struck your head. To do that kind of damage to one of us and have it last, you must have nearly died, most likely from a head wound. But no, this is the first time we've met— I only became Keeper at the moot from several days ago."
"It might have been a memory spirit but…" Aaron shrugs his shoulders. Then, to Karin, "Congrats." He also nods to Trace. "Been busy in the city and I have a girlfriend with a baby. I've had to provide for them."
Trace nods some, and glances off into the distance a little bit more before refocusing on the two who are actually in physical vicinity to him. "Family's…" he shrugs, and finishes, "important." Then the Walker continues, "And I only came into town in May, so yeah. No worries, sí?"
Karin says, "Ahh. Yes, that would be within the realm of ability for several different types of spirits. If you're fortunate, the memories could return on their own, given time."
Aaron nods his head and then looks off to the trees. His gaze then falls back on Karin, "Hopefully." He looks back to the trees again. "Nice to meet you both. I am going to be on my way… got something I want to do in the caern."
Trace nods, and looks out into the distance again. "I have a patrol I need to get to, honestly," he says. After that, he turns to Karin, "Thank you," he adds. "I'll see you around, I'm sure? I really appreciate the teaching."
Karin offers a farewell to both Trace and Aaron. "My pleasure," she replies to the former, then starts off in the general direction of Edgewood.
The moon is in the waxing Half (Philodox) Moon phase (45% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is partly sunny. The temperature is 59 degrees Fahrenheit (15 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the south at 10 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.02 and falling, and the relative humidity is 67 percent. The dewpoint is 48 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius.)
It's a sunny day, if somewhat cold to be shirtless, and early afternoon finds Trace in the clearing in the shade of the boulder, doing… yoga, apparently. The ahroun has set up so that the boulder is behind him, and is in crow pose, balanced on his arms and fairly still. Within a few paces, his jacket, boots, and shirt form a neat pile.
Karin steps out of the Umbra with one hand resting on the boulder, the other holding the pocket mirror that she used to cross. Only once she's already started to step away from the boulder does she realize that Trace is here, and more, than she's about to step on his things. It takes a quick adjustment that is, thankfully, done without falling down and even with a minimum of flailing about to avoid the unexpected obstacles.
Trace takes a moment longer to realise that Karin has arrived. Startled is a bit of an understatement; it's a less than graceful forward somersault that brings the somewhat startled ahroun to his feet, where he manages to take a deep breath, and then another. "Hola," he offers, brushing the grass that's decide to attach itself to him off, and turning to grab his shirt.
Karin says, "Oh, dear. I apologize for having interrupted. I like to use the Lone Boulder as my crossing point, since it's one of the very few places that is actually still very much the way I remember it from before. I suppose I should have peeked first, but there's not normally anyone here."
There's a bit of a grin in response, and a nod. "It's alright," he offers. "I got drawn to this spot when I first got out here, got lost more than a few times while I was learning the Bawn as a Guardian." There's a shrug as he pulls the white undershirt over his shoulders and down, and that done, he seems a lot more comfortable, moving over to lean against the boulder. "I come here to think, or do yoga, or get away from the whole coming and going of the other people at the compound." He looks up, and continues, "And I like the view."
Karin nods. "It's a good place for that. Well, except when you have strange people tripping over you when they come across the Gauntlet, I suppose. If you need more time for the yoga, I can give you some privacy?"
Trace lets out a breath and shakes his head. "No need," he says, and then grins a bit, settling down into a crouch and stretching his arms up above his head. "It's mostly just… meditation? Keep myself from killing people or things unnecessarily, keep the beast in check." The fostern is quiet, and serious. "I'll do more later, it's not like I have a lack of time on my hands."
Karin says, "Well, since you're here and I've already disturbed you, would you like to start working on training for that gift? The actual teaching itself doesn't take much time at all, although it can take some practice in order to really get comfortable with it."
"Sure," Trace responds, and eyes the pile of his stuff before reaching to grab his shoes. There's a moment more, and he adds, "You can disturb me any time, you know." And then he looks momentarily absolutely mortified, drops his shoes, and waves his hands in front of his face. "Not like that I didn't mean it like that." He takes a breath, and continues, "I mean that, I'm a Guardian out here for the Sept, anyone who needs anything should always feel that they can find me. Though if the moon is big, I hope there's good reason."
Karin laughs softly. "Relax, relax. It takes significantly more than that before I start dropping people into Umbral prison realms." Wait, she can't really do that, can she? "Although you have, I'm afraid, condemned yourself to listening to yourself repeatedly, because a recent, emotionally charged expression will be much easier for you to pick up on."
Trace pushes his hair out of his face with one hand, and despite clearly trying he can't quite shake the mortified expression off his face, though by now he's laughing somewhat too. "Sometimes, en ingles, I open my mouth and words come out before I quite…" Not making it any better, he shuts his mouth and glances at Karin for a long moment, and shrugs his shoulders up and down, and nods. "Of course."
Karin doesn't seem overly inclined to tease him about it, instead extending her arm. "Give me your hand. It's far easier to share magic like this by touch. And then I want you to close your eyes, and get into the same sort of mindset as when you meditate or practice yoga. Clear as many distractions from your thoughts as you can."
Trace settles into an apparently comfortable crouch, his shoes forgotten as he extends one hand, palm-up towards hers, and nods. There's a moment where it looks like he's going to make an attempt at a smart-ass comment, but instead he simply quiets down, closes his eyes, and settles his breathing, which gradually slows and deepens.
He might well have picked up by now that smart-ass generally isn't something Karin finds endearing, so probably for the best. She waits until his breathing steadies, and then says, "Good. Now, I want you to focus on listening. Think back on the emotions, think back on the words, and hear them, just as I do."
Trace nods, just enough to be obvious, and his eyelids flutter with the effort of concentration for a long moment. And he flushes red again, a twitch of the corner of his lips into a bit of a regretful smile.
The nature of spirit magic is such that it passes from Garou to Garou in many ways. In this case, unsurprisingly, the medium is sound. It may take some time before he hears anything, and at first it almost seems that Karin is the one repeating it. As he continues to listen, though, the sound passes from her, and he can feel something not unlike a vibration pass up his arm, leaving his ears ringing with a sensation similar to the aftermath of loud music.
The ahroun continues to concentrate, and to breathe, four in, four out, slow and steady, and that little flutter of his eyelids on concentration happens several more times, but more pronounced at the ringing. More like the squinting that happens after looking into a bright light for a moment. And Trace tenses too, although the change in grip is less, not enough to hurt or suggest any loss of control. "I'm really sorry I said it that way," he murmurs, just above a whisper.
Karin says, "It might not have been the best turn of phrase, but your own reaction made it clear that it wasn't meant badly. You may rest assured, I take no offense. Put it out of your mind. Instead, think of me speaking aloud, but not today. Only my voice, and no others. A few days farther back— your focus will need to be more intense. Tell me what I was saying then."
Trace shifts from crouching to fully seated, all without opening his eyes, and furrows his brow somewhat. Long minutes pass in silence before he opens his eyes and looks over at the Fury. "No te entiendo what you were saying, can't understand a word of it, but it sounded kinda like Italian except not really like Italian?" There's a moment and Trace chews on his lower lip, and lifts a shoulder.
Karin says "Good. First, that tells us that you can hear farther back— you can go weeks, or sometimes even farther, if you fuel the effort with gnosis. Second, it shows you one of the key limits— you have to be able to understand what was said for the gift to be most effective. That's not to say it's a hard limit, though. If you're skilled or lucky enough, you may get some notion of what's meant even when you don't understand the language. And not Italian, no— classical Greek. It was the opening of The Odyssey."
"Sometimes good can come of it even if you don't understand," Trace muses, "if you narrow down factors about who it is was present, who it is you're listening to. If they were a man, or a woman, if they're emotional or yelling or crying or speaking softly, all of those are context too… though yeah, kind of a read the fine print text thing there. Makes sense, really. But still, it's a pretty damn neat trick overall."
Karin says, "Precisely. Or, more directly, you may get snippets of meaning without other context clues. In either case, it can be quite potent in the right circumstances. But, like any gift, be on guard against its abuse, and use it when you have need, rather than merely to satisfy curiosity."
Trace nods, thoughtful and once again quiet for a long moment, before he reaches for his boots, to put them on— finally. "I should see about taking a jaunt into the city some time, practise somewhere that's less of a…" shoe and all, Trace gestures to the field, before continuing, "like this. And more people." A furrow of brow, and a glance at the darkening sky, and he adds wryly, "But probably not until the moon is smaller again, really."
Karin says, "Indeed. You'll find it more challenging when there's more background noise to filter through. Once you've had a chance to try it there and other places, and you're confident that you've got a firm grasp of it, go to the public library, and I'll have a message waiting for you near the reference section."
"It'll probably be around Thanksgiving," he says, after thinking (and a little bit of counting on his fingers). "I need to coordinate with the other Guardians and all that." He shrugs, and mutters something darkly under his breath.
Karin says, "Thanksgiving should work well. By then, the message will be old enough that it'll be more challenging to recover, but still well within the gift's normal timeframe."
Trace grins and nods, finishing tying his shoes before he says anything further. "Alright, yeah. Just wanted to give a timescale to it," he says, and shrugs. "How're you doing with being back?" The change of topic isn't exactly graceful or smooth, but there's care behind the question. "Other than, you know, the whole everything being changed and a lot of people being gone part. That's… change, in the way that hits home the hardest." Unsurprisingly, it sounds like the man's speaking from experience.
Karin says "Yes. Yes it is. But I'm adapting, and things are looking better. There's a third Black Fury in the area now, so the tribe is starting to gain some numbers again. I've got a role in the sept, and at least the possibility of a pack forming."
Trace offers a faint half-smile, and nods. "That's good. Having a pack helps," he says in agreement, and glances in the vague direction of the city. "And having purpose helps too. Glad it's working out." The words trail off into an easy enough silence, and then the Glass Walker reaches and grabs the button down shirt, shaking off a shiver as he pulls it on. "Starting to get cold in the evenings. How cold does it get around here in winter anyway?"
Karin says, "It normally stays above freezing, but not necessarily by a large amount. Low 40s are fairly typical. Unless that has changed as well," she notes with a hint of amusement. "Certainly cool enough that I'm likely to be wearing my cloak fairly regularly."
Trace shudders, and grimaces. "Mierda." More with the cursing, apparently. "Guess I'll have to get Felix or J to bring me a few more long-sleeve shirts if this is going to keep up." He grins. "I grew up in southern California, there's no such thing as winter there, so your guess is as good as mine."
Karin says, "I spent some of my time away among the Fae, and you'd best believe that they have Winter. This should be mild by comparison, however cold it gets. Personally, though, I'd recommend having a jacket dedicated for good measure."
Aaron casually strolls through the Bawn with his hands in his pockets. He doesn't appear to be in a hurry to wherever he is going, just walking around. His appearance looks like one of those bums who hangs out at the beach too much. Since bonking his head, the Gnawer has a seemingly different nature about him. Although not like these two hanging around here would know, they don't know him at all! He stops in his tracks. Blinks. He makes his appearance known before waving at the pair.
Pack> Trace grumbles. "I hate not knowing everyone. I also hate most people. This presents an ethical dilemma, yanno."
Pack> Justin wakes up a bit and lets out a mental yawn. "Who do you not know?"
Pack> Trace says, "Whoever the hell just strolled into the clearing near the boulder. A lot of scars, black hair…?"
Pack> Justin says, "Aaron? Scar on his throat?"
Pack> Trace says, "That sounds right. You know him?"
Trace grins a little, but at the sight of another person coming by, the relaxed manner that he's had for most of the afternoon disappears and he's on his feet, a sharp look directed at Aaron that relaxes fairly quickly. "Yeah, I'll need to get a jacket," he says to Karin. "Trace Garza, called Six-Shooter. Ahroun, Fostern of the Glass Walkers, packed under Coyote, and Guardian of this place." Another pause. "You Aaron?"
Pack> Justin says, "Yeah, good friend of mine. May join the pack, he has been thinking 'bout it. He was in the last leadership pack and was our elder until he had to leave for some personal shit."
Pack> Trace relaxes a tiny bit, or at least stops radiating tension over the pack link. "Part of being a Guardian is knowing who does and doesn't belong. Es dificil si no sé la repuesta a esa pregunta, sí?"
Pack> Justin says, "Sí. Oh, by the way, we cleared out the queen in the tower and we cleaned out Edgewood. We don't have to guard anymore. We're in the clear bro. We can go back to doing what we do best, which is… I think something the pack should talk about."
Karin waves in return, though she doesn't immediately offer an introduction of her own, instead giving Aaron a chance to reply, first.
Aaron takes his hands out of his pockets as he approaches. The question about his identity earns a raise of his brows. After a short silence, he nods his head. "Yeah," he whispers, moving closer to the pair. His movements would almost confuse someone to make them think that the Gnawer is lupus-born. "Aaron Knight, Frito-Bandito, Ahroun Bone Gnawer Fostern," he introduces with handsigns at the same time. When he is finished, he makes a hang ten gesture with his hand.
Trace nods once, and grabs his jacket from where it had been on the ground, managing to relax a little and lean back against the boulder. "Nice to meet you," he offers.
Pack> Trace agrees, "Yeah, at some point we prolly should. I mean, pranking the shit out of folks should be in that 'what we do best' somewhere, but."
Karin pays very close attention to Aaron, largely because she doesn't know ASL, so has to rely on the whisper, which can be hard to hear from a distance. "Karin Alexander, rited Cliath as Avenges-the-Past, Daughter of Pegasus and Moon-Dancer, also the sept's Keeper of the Land."
Pack> Justin says, "Yeah, we started out as umbral scouts, then uh— we started taking over Thane's old territory in the city which I guess is what we're still doing. I want us to find a new purpose though so I hope we can all get together and come up with an awesome one. Even if we're just city guardians."
"Been just going with the flow, y'know?" Aaron says by way of skirting his responsibilities. He's fallen from his status a great deal since his amnesia. The funny thing is that he doesn't seem to care. "Yeah… that's cool." He says to both about their involvement with guardianship. "I've done that plenty… well, I guess I have." He scratches his head a bit in thought. "So you aren't in a pack?" he asks Karin in curiosity.
Pack> Trace says, "Also, while it might be clear for now, I still gotta check in with Thane and all before I head out for good. I did take the role officially not just an 'in the interim' or anything."
Trace tilts his head to listen to Aaron, a little quieter with the fidgeting than he usually is, and tucks his hands in his pockets. For now, though, he's just listening.
Karin shakes her head. "No, not as yet. I've only been back from the Umbra for a couple of months. Though I do hope to have that remedied in the near future." Her brow furrows at the 'I guess I have' comment, since it seems odd, given she's got no knowledge of his amnesia.
Well, everyone is pretty much a stranger to the Bone Gnawer. He wrinkles his nose for a moment. "I bonked my head sometime ago and sort of lost a lot of my memory. If I met you before, I am sorry." Aaron scratches at his chin. "I remember some things but not everything."
Trace shakes his head a bit. "I've been out here on the Bawn since May," he says, with a shrug. "I don't really know as many people as I should."
Karin says, "You must've done more than just struck your head. To do that kind of damage to one of us and have it last, you must have nearly died, most likely from a head wound. But no, this is the first time we've met— I only became Keeper at the moot from several days ago."
"It might have been a memory spirit but…" Aaron shrugs his shoulders. Then, to Karin, "Congrats." He also nods to Trace. "Been busy in the city and I have a girlfriend with a baby. I've had to provide for them."
Trace nods some, and glances off into the distance a little bit more before refocusing on the two who are actually in physical vicinity to him. "Family's…" he shrugs, and finishes, "important." Then the Walker continues, "And I only came into town in May, so yeah. No worries, sí?"
Karin says, "Ahh. Yes, that would be within the realm of ability for several different types of spirits. If you're fortunate, the memories could return on their own, given time."
Aaron nods his head and then looks off to the trees. His gaze then falls back on Karin, "Hopefully." He looks back to the trees again. "Nice to meet you both. I am going to be on my way… got something I want to do in the caern."
Trace nods, and looks out into the distance again. "I have a patrol I need to get to, honestly," he says. After that, he turns to Karin, "Thank you," he adds. "I'll see you around, I'm sure? I really appreciate the teaching."
Karin offers a farewell to both Trace and Aaron. "My pleasure," she replies to the former, then starts off in the general direction of Edgewood.