Date: 8/25/02

Location: Caern

Wildfire is resting by the pool fed by the waterfall.

Adrian jogs up, doing his usual morning routine. The teen is starting to
show definate body development from his daily workouts. His hair is pulled
back into a ponytail, but sweat still covers his face. He moves over into
teh mist of the waterfall to cool down a bit. The young Get sees Wildfire
and stands up straight when greeting him, "Good morning Wildfire-rhya."
Adrian then begins his warm down excercises.

Apocalypse lies sprawled in the wind, letting the breezes ruffle
willy-nilly through her white fur. The Silver Fang's on her back like a
Great Dane on a couch, asleep for the moment, completely relaxed, and with
no dignity whatsoever.

Wildfire lifts his head as the cub approaches, awoken for the moment. He
watches the cub for a moment without speaking, eventually just resting his
head on his paws once more.

Adrian lunges to the right, stretching out his calf, "I'm sorry rhya, I
didn't mean to wake you up. I forget some folks actually sleep in on a
Sunday." He laughs lightly as he warms down. While his demeanor may be
fairly cheerful, it's obvious he's hardening himself up. This isn't the
same young man who first came to the city months ago.

Wildfire merely grunts at this. He keeps his silence for a time before
finally saying his first words of the day. What have you learned?

Apocalypse stirs and flops over onto her side, making small lupine noises,
huffs and urfs as she nears awakening.

Adrian thinks on this as he lunges to the left, "Hard to say rhya, I've
learned so much." He leans into his stretch. "I've learned most of the
basics I guess, except I still don't know much about the various tribes,
otehr then what I've met, and even then... well, I'm not sure I know them
all that well." With the stretching done, he drops to the ground and
prepares for his push-ups. He looks up at Wildfire with a sly grin, "How
many ya want me to do, rhya?"

That was a loaded question. Until you can do no more. Then do one more for
Fenris. Wildfire waits until the cub gets started. Just which tribes have
you met?

Adrian looks to Wildfire, "Fenris? Is that an actual person? I don't even
know much about us." He starts working toards his goal, quietly counting,
"1...2...3...4...5...6..."

Apocalypse opens her eyes, then gapes her muzzle open in a tongue-curling
yawn as she rolls onto her belly. First ear, then eyes, cock toward the
two Get, and her tongue lolls out with amusement.

Wildfire poners this for a short time. I would not call Fenris a person,
no. He is more than that. He is the spirit of conflict, a primal anger. He
is strong and expects strength in others. He is very much real. I know
that for a fact.

Adrian looks up at Wildfire as he works out, "14...15...Do you...
16...think that... 17...I'm...18... letting...19...
fenris...20...down...21... rhya?...22...23..."

Wildfire peers at the cub. Why would I think that? Is there something you
are not telling me?

Adrian shakes his head and continues, "31...32...no, rhya...33...it's
just...34...35...I'm not...36... as strong...37... as you...38...or
jamethon...39...I don't...40...want to...41...
dissapoint...42...either...43...of you...44..." The cub voice, although
strained with the workout, is clearly honest. He may be afraid of his
elders, but he respects them as well, "45... plus...46...what
with...47...me...48... being...49...50...51... nevermind...52..."

Apocalypse sits up and scratches at the place where her ear used to be,
her body language betraying some interest in the conversation between the
two Get of Fenris.

Adrian continues his work-out quietly as his elder goes silent.

Apocalypse watches for a bit, then gets to her feet with a canine stretch
and pads across the caern toward the water, tails wagging in greeting,
long tongue still lolling out of her muzzle. She greets the Get cub
cheerfully as she gets near. Stone-cub, Eternal-Stones, hello hello hello.

Adrian smiles as he looks up, passing the 100 mark on his push-ups,
pushing himself farther. "100...101...Hello... 102... Rhya...103...104..."
He's pleasent enough, but it's clear he's not taking Wildfire's silence
well.

Apocalypse rears up onto her hind legs, shifting to human form as she does
so. Grinning amiably, the Fang drags a hand through her pale hair and
watches the exercising cub with some admiration. "Damn, three digits. Go,
Adrie."

Adrian starts really slowing down as he continues, but he pushes himself
farther. Sweat drips from his forehead into the dirt below, his long
blonde hair soaked. Theres a feeling of Rage about him as he keeps
pushing, the cub may be angry, but what at? "116......... 117.........
118........ 119........."

Apocalypse's grin lingers, though as she watches him, the glint in her
light-colored eyes takes on a note of concern. He scratches at the back of
her neck, under the goofy little pink doggy collar, and waits for the
young Get to finish.

Luke walks in from the steam vents, hands tucked casually into the pockets
of his shorts. He smiles and waves, amiable enough, though he doesn't
recognize one of the two present. "Hey."

[Luke]

	This mid-teen comes across immediately as the outdoorsy type.
Atheletic even before his first change, he has filled out quite a bit
since arriving on the farm, his musculature more defined. His skin is a
healthy tan, though it hasn't done anything to rid him of the freckles
that dust his nose and cheeks. His hair, once a tousled mess of rust and
chestnut, has been cropped back to a military-regulation high-and-tight.
His eyes are an expressive pale green, almost always determined and
confident, though a touch of sadness will emerge from their depths when he
thinks no one is watching.

	His dress does nothing to change this impression. Now that he's
back at the farm, and summer has started to roll in, he's back to his
familiar grey shorts and US ARMY t-shirt, both of which are marred by
sweat and dirt from his outdoor activities more often than not. He very
seldom wears shoes now that he's not on the road, feet calloused enough
that this seldom gives him any problem even in the woods. All his time
living among Garou and in the woods hasn't gotten him entirely retrained
from his military upbringing, though -- he's still likely to refer to his
elders as sir or ma'am, and he's prone to standing at parade rest or
attention when he's not lounging. No stranger to discipline, he. The one
real constant about the youth is the presence of a metal chain around his
neck; a soldier's dogtags, kept protectively close.


Adrian slows down to a crawl with the push ups, his arms shaking under the
strain. "122......... 123........... 124........" He starts to collapse to
the ground, obviously spent. He maintains his stance and then push out one
last one, "For Fenris......125." With that he plummets to the ground and
just lays there catching his breath. He rolls over onto his back to
breathe easier.

Apocalypse turns, and gives the new arrival a wiggle-fingered wave before
sticking her hand out for shaking. "Morning. Defies-the-Apocalypse,
Galliard of the First Tribe. From th' Sept of the Green." She's a New York
City girl, and the accent shows.

Luke clasps the offered hand, his grip firm. "Luke Cassidy, Runs-at-Dawn,
Fostern Fianna Theurge. From here." His own accent is far harder to place.
He didn't come from around here originally, but that's about all that can
be said for certain. Little pieces of several places, maybe.

"Nice ta meet'choo." Apoc glances over toward Adrian again, lifting her
eyebrows. "Ya okay, Stonehenge?"

Adrian looks up, sees Luke and smiles. He kinda blushes a bit and looks
away. He's in no shape to greet anyone as he tries to regain control of
his body. His labored breathing can be heard throughout the Caern. He
starts trying to control it, focussing on his heart to slow it down
gently.

Adrian says "I'm fine....it's just tough...I'll recover."

Luke's expression is puzzled for a moment, but he shrugs it off. "Heya,
kid. Still working hard, I see. Good to see."

Apocalypse grins broadly. "Hey, he's a Get. Tough motherfucker, right?"
She flicks a wink down at the cub.

Adrian looks over at Luke, "Yeah, my elders will break my legs if I slack
off." He watches Luke a bit more and then looks up to the sky above. He
laughs at Apoc, "Yeah, that's me, tough..." He laughs harder.

Luke asks Adrian, "You done any sparring with the other cubs yet? Working
out is a good start at getting stronger, but you've gotta be able to put
it to use, too."

Apocalypse bobs her head in agreement with the Fianna. "Yeah, gotta be
all, ya know, fuckin' Rocky Balboa." She does a little shuffle and
mock-shadowboxes a bit.

Adrian shakes his head as he lays there, "No, not any sparring. Not with
the cubs at least." He watches the sky above as he speaks. His breathing
is slowly, but surely, going back to normal. "Rocky Balboa?" he tuens to
look at Apoc.

Apocalypse stops and turns wide eyes at Adrian, blinking. "Sly Stallone?
Boxer? Ya know?" She deepens her voice, going "Yo, Adriaaaaaaan," in a
horrible impersonation of the actor.

Luke says "Getting taught by elders is good, too, but you know you're
gonna lose, there. That's why it's so good to go at it with the other
cubs. All comes down to who's better, and who wants it more." A short
pause, perhaps incredulous that Adrian doesn't know the name. "Yeah,
Rocky. From the movies, ya gotta know who he is.""

Adrian shrugs as he lays there., "Never seen 'em. They didn't have CGI
back then, how can the movies be any good?" Finally he sits up and looks
around, his eyes linger on Luke a bit before looking away.

Apocalypse, ever for the overdramatic gesture, claps a hand to her
forehead and looks imploringly at the sky. "Oh, Gaia!" She spreads her
arms. "Oh, lords of models and karo syrup, forgive him!"

Luke snorts. "Next you're gonna be telling me you haven't seen Apocalypse
Now, either, and then I'm gonna have to kick your ass," he says dryly.

Adrian laughs at Apoc, "What? Next you expect me to watch black and white
movies too?" He looks up at Luke, "Let me catch my breath before you kick
my ass, rhya." He laughs a bit more.

Apocalypse lets her arms drop, then waggles a finger in mock-ferocity at
the cub. Her lips keep trying to split into a grin. "Philistine. You're an
utter _Philistine_."

Luke says "Heed the wisdom of this Galliard, and better yourself. Strength
ain't everything, and you won't get what you need upstairs out of some
damn books. You've gotta watch kickass war movies and action flicks, or
you won't get anywhere in this life."

Wildfire returns from answering nature's call, making his way back down
into the Caern by the side of the waterfall.

Adrian cocks his head and looks at Apoc, "Whats a philistine? Is that
another word for fag?" He asks earnestly. In fact at the mention of this
subject a flash of rage flickers in his eyes. He kinda ignores Luke at the
moment, focussing on Apoc.

Apocalypse blinks. Then blinks again. "Oh, man. Man, man, _man_." She
shakes her head. "Fuck, man, no way. It's Biblical. S'a word for a guy
wit' no culture, no learnin'." She looks a little bemused. "I was jus'
tuggin' ya fuckin' chain, kid."

Adrian calms down a bit, "Ok, cool." The young Get takes a deep breath and
relaxes, "I've got some culture and some learning. I just don't watch old
movies." He looks at Luke, "Unless someone wants to sit down with me and a
dvd player and edjamacate me." He smiles. When he noticed the return of
Wildfire though, his care free attitude shifts and he sits up straighter.

Apocalypse quirks a half-smile, scratching at her arm. "Be glad ta, when
yer elders wanna let'cha back to civilization. Speakin' a' which..." She
tosses off a British salute to the returning Get.

Luke gives the approaching wolf a glance, then answers Adrian, "And I may
drop by, so long as someone else is providing the DVD player and TV, since
I don't have either. Action movie night is right up my alley."

Wildfire makes his way back to the spot where he had been napping earlier.
He eyes those here for a moment, particularly the saluting Fang, then
settles back upon his haunches without a word spoken.

Adrian shrugs, "I think theres a TV at the farmhouse, but not sure on a
dvd." The cub watches his elder closely while talking to the others.

Apocalypse folds her arms across her chest, hands cupping elbows, and
shifts her weight to one side. "Mebbe I can get Rick ta lemme borrow his
one night. Or, fuck, I bet Brit'ney's fuckin' got one."

Luke says "There's gonna be _someone_ that's got one, anyway. We could ask
Alicia, maybe. She's cool, and I know she's got one."

Apocalypse chuckles. "Spears? Oh, yeah, she's gotta. Or one'a her Walker
buddies, for fuckin' sure."

Adrian says "Well, I'd need to make sure it was cool with Jamethon-rhya
first. I don't know if I'm allowed such thinga. One of teh reasons I was
taken from Jarreds I believe.""

Wildfire keeps his silence, his gaze periodically straying over towards
the pool itself.

Adrian watches Wildfire quietly, slowly starting to ignore everyone else.

Apocalypse shrugs, grinning crookedly. "So we'll ask 'im. Or, hell, we'll
fuckin' use it as part a' yer I-Passed-My-Fuckin'-Rite-of-Passage party."
Her tone conveys utter confidence that the cub will make his way to
cliathhood with no problems.

Luke grins at the Fang. "I like the way you think."

Apocalypse tosses that same grin over to the Fianna. "Get some brews, some
snacks, some fuckin' kick-ass, high-octane RAR flicks, and watch Marlon
Brando cut off people's heads. It'll _rock_."

Adrian seems to have missed the compliment given to him as he quietly
watches his tribemate.

Luke punches Apocalypse lightly on the shoulder. "Hell, yeah! So where you
been hiding, anyway, that I haven't met you before today? And you do any
shooting for real, or just watch it on TV?"

Apocalypse sniggers. "I am _stealth_ Fang." She wiggles fingers for
emphasis. "Seriously, though, I've mostly been city. Hangin' out wit'
Trouble an' the college campus. Ain't shot anythin', unless ya fuckin'
count at the arcade. I'm pretty fuckin' badass at _House of the Dead_."

Quitely, Cycle-Breaker plods over to the waterfall, pausing and listening
(or not, because it's not all that interesting) on the conversation. The
Fury shifts up into her birthform, and then says pointedly to Luke, for
she doesn't know Apocalypse, "You're really weird."

[Helen]

	A hint of a wry smirk seems to always be pulling at this young
woman's lips, giving a hint of laughter she seems to be trying to supress.
There is nothing very irregular about her, except perhaps her impressive
height and attractive looks. Her facial features are almost peculiar: wide
eyes of a stormy blue, a short nose, and thin lips that are usually set in
the aforementioned smirk. Her chin is well-defined, high cheekbones
definitely holding an angular form; definitive Greek features, along with
slightly olive-hued skin. Hair, black as a raven's wing, is usually pulled
out of her face in a pony-tail, trailing from a widow's peak at the top of
her high forehead and, unchecked, falling to her mid-back. Both ears are
pierced a multiple of times, although it would seem that often there's
only one pair of earrings in them at any given moment.

	Her age could be pinned at eighteen or nineteen, counting on the
guess; her gait and the way she carries herself seems almost regal. She is
dressed in a pale blue long-sleeved shirt and a black leather jacket to
ward off the cold, along with worn denim jeans and some sneakers that have
seen it's share of wear-and-tear from the elements. Her long, slim fingers
are decorated with many rings, and around her long neck is a leather cord
with a dark, circular rock pendant attached to it. She may seem jovial,
but in her dark stormy eyes there's another story.


Luke snorts at Helen. "Like you're one to talk about someone being weird?"
Then, to the Fang, "That explains it, then. Vicki's been pretty busy since
I got back, so I haven't been making it into town all that often."

Apocalypse turns her eyes toward the Fury, giving her a little wave before
replying to Luke. "Ah-hah. See, that 'splains it. Can't fuckin' imagine
how ya'd miss me, otherwise."

"Well, at least I don't talk about guns or anything," Helen retorts,
sticking her tongue out. She turns her attentions to the Fang and raises a
hand, wiggling her fingers in a wave. "Hi."

Apocalypse makes with the blinking. "What's wrong wit' guns?"

Adrian shifts to lupus and pads closer to Wildfire, looking for a
reaction.

"Yeah, see? But you can't help it if you aren't cool enough to talk about
'em with us, and we'll forgive you for it, don't worry," Luke teases the
Fury.

"Oh, shut up, Luke," Helen mutters, rolling her eyes and sighing deeply as
if she were asking Gaia why she ever even talks to the Fianna at all. Oh,
well. "It's not, uh, something I think's, uh, interesting," she then says
to Apoc.

"That's okay," says the Noo Yawk Fang, amiably. "Me, I think guns are most
fun when they go bang. I mean, I heard that one'a th' Walkers had a
fuckin' honest ta Gaia B.F.G. fer the caern battle."

Stonehenge gives up on Wildfire and turns back to just watch Luke quietly.

Luke says "So tell us what you _do_ think is interesting, oh
excitement-bearing Ragabash."

Wildfire gets to his feet eventually and departs.

Helen grins crookedly. "Certainly not guns, oh dorky theurge of the
universe," she counters.

Apocalypse flumps down onto the ground, sitting with a definite snicker.

Stonehenge watches Wildfire leave and chuffs. The Get cub watches the
others quietly, respectfully.

Luke gives Helen a shove, and asides dryly to Apocalypse, 'Clever enough
to come up with an insult, but not an answer, you might notice.'

"What Furies are interested in is a secret no male ears shall hear!" says
Apoc, joshingly. She tilts a grin up toward Helen. "Right?"

Of course. She's a ragabash, obviously. Helen just laughs at the shove,
and pokes Luke in the side. At Apoc's comment, she nods heartily. "Of
course. Right!"

Luke gives a look of mock-indignation to Apoc. "Hey! You're supposed to be
on _my_ side, here!"

Apocalypse gives Luke a look of mock-regret. "But, alas, O Fianna, you
have no breasts." She pauses, glances down at her own flat chest. "Oh,
damn. Neither do I."

Helen can't help but laugh out loud at Apocalypse. The laughing subsides
into a snicker. "Well, we could always get you implants," she teases.

Stonehenge watches the others and lets out a wolfly laugh.

Apocalypse clasps her hands over her chest in mock horror. "No! It'd
fuckin' _totally_ ruin my chances at bein' an Olympic gymnist."

"Hah! Olympic gymnast? That's funny," Helen muses. "I'd probably kill
myself or somethin', you know, doin' all those jumps and spins and twists
and whatever."

Apocalypse says brightly, "Yeah, but you get to wear a _leotard_."

Luke aims a look Adrian's way. "Women." Then, at the suggestion of
implants, he makes a face. "I'm a teenage male. I like breasts. A lot. But
not on me." To Helen, "You're lucky you don't kill yourself just getting
up in the morning."

Stonehenge kinda whimpers at Luke's comment and lays down, his head on his
paws.

"Ooh, you're not gay?" Helen grins wickedly at Luke. At Adrian's whining,
she turns and looks at the cub curiously. "What's up with him?" she asks,
sidelong, to Apoc and Luke.

Apocalypse cocks her head, tilting a curious look at the Get cub herself.

Stonehenge shifts to homid form and gets up. He starts making his way out
of the caern silently, seemingly hurt by something.

Luke retorts, "I'd say I was as gay as you are, but you're a Fury. So I'll
just say I've met a couple of kin girls that I was more than a little fond
of in my time." Following the other two's looks, he turns Adrian's way as
well, after that, puzzled.

Helen smirks. "I'm not a lesbian, thank you very much. Why does everyone
think all Furies are lesbians? Jeez." She makes a "tsk, tsk" noise, but
then looks to Adrian and blinks. "What's wrong?" she calls after him,
brows furrowed.

Apocalypse leans on one hand, which tilts her seated form toward the
departing cub. She frowns a bit, concerned and a bit quizzical.

Adrian starts to run out of the caern, but trips on his own feet and falls
to the ground.

Luke looks from Adrian to the other two. "Did we say something? I don't
think we did..."

Apocalypse starts to get up. "Hey... hey, Stones. What th' fuck's up, yo?"
She definitely sounds concerned now.

Helen doesn't sound or look concerned, but she does look at Adrian
curiously. "Yeah, what'd we do?"


Adrian stands at 5'6" and appears to be stepping through the doorway to
his teenage years. His long blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail
highlighting handsome, yet delicate features. His blue eyes seem to smile
as much as his lips do. His Nordic features are difficult to miss. He is
slightly tanned and keeps himself in good shape. Though not physically
imposing, it seems he could hold his own in a scrap if needed. A necklace
of rainbow colored links adorns his neck. The young Get is clad in 501's
and a white wife beater. His clothes and face are adorned with a bloody
paste of glyphs.


Adrian gets up and looks at the others, his eyes on the verge of tears,
despite his bravado, "Nothing. Just gotta go." he turns and starts out
tehn stops, clearly conflicted. he shakes his head and turns around. "No,
I don't run." He looks at each of you and then stops on Luke, "I'm gay,
it's not cool to make jokes." He then looks down, not wanting to see
Luke's reaction.

Apocalypse blinks for a bit, but she seems more bemused by the strength of
the cub's emotion than by his confession. "Hey, man, ya know, no fuckin'
offense meant. Jus' banter, man."

Helen has no visible reaction. She just shrugs. "Yeah, we were just
talking and making fun of him," she says, pointing at Luke. "You need to
learn to take a joke, kid."

Adrian nods, "Yeah, "I'll take the joke." He turns and leaves the Caern.

Luke frowns. "And none of us said a thing that was an insult to gays.
Susan told me you were, so I was careful, even. If your skin is that thin,
you're gonna be in trouble on down the road, kid."

Apocalypse's brows furrow together. The Fang scratches at the scar tissue
where her ear used to be, her expression rueful.

Helen just rolls her eyes, muttering, "He'll find his ass beat sometime if
he can't take a joke."

Adrian listens to the insults as he walks out. The cub shifts to Glabro
and stops.

Apocalypse sighs, glancing skywards. The characteristically happy-go-lucky
metis seems more disappointed than upset, and as Adrian stops and
transforms, she pushes back to her sneaker-clad feet. "Stonehenge. Dude.
Chill, man. Nobody here gives a shit whether ya like roosters or hens.
'Kay?"

Luke says "Helen's an ass about it, but she's right. The Fang here seems
to like you, and you seem like a pretty decent sort to me. But if you let
yourself get that worked up over something that wasn't even meant to
bother you, there are people that will use that against you. If they're
from the sept, it'll only get you hurt and cost you some pride. If they're
the Enemy, it could get you and anyone who depends on you killed."

Helen eyes Luke, and tells Adrian, "Yeah. And I don't give a shit you're
gay, so, don't go thinkin' that."

Adrian listens as is obvuiosly tring to calm himself, you can feel that
even from seeing only his back. Slowly he shifts back down.

Apocalypse says, "An' if anyone _does_ give ya shit about it, I'll fuckin'
kick their ass. Owen an' Jamethon themselves, man, I don't fuckin' care."
Galliards. Full of passion. Apoc's no exception; her eyes have that
dangerous gleam.

Adrian turns back around and nods. H equietly says, "Thanks" then he turns
and leaves.

Luke says "Well, that went well."

Apocalypse exhales a long breath, then shakes her head. "Damnity damn
damn."

"I don't know what the hell his problem is. I mean, we weren't making fun
of him or anything," Helen grumbles.

Apocalypse shrugs. "Kid's probably gotten a lotta shit. Anyway, I gotta
get goin' myself. Promised I'd do some shit over at Falcon's Rest t'day."

Luke seems more inclined to agree with Helen, really. It must be a blue
moon. Or maybe the universe is about to end. "Guess so. Take it easy,
then. Was good to meetcha."

"Yeah, seeya later," Helen says to Apoc.

Apocalypse quirks a grin over at Luke. "Fuckin' likewise, man." She waves
to the pair of 'em, then shifts down to wolf form and bounds up and out of
the caern.