Casper looks to Collin, "The vampires? They are Wyrmspawn Collin, and smart ones at that, from what I hear... it's our duty to destroy them."

Jose Figueroa snorts. "Or you should make nice with 'em. Depends on who you talk to. I agree with Boo."

Bailey shrugs.

Bailey says "Not my favorite people to talk to, either. Kinda creeps me out."

Collin ooohs at Baily, "Now that's cool, man. Real cool." he peers at Jose and Casper, "Don't those people watch movies? Making good with Vampires always ends up with you making food for them too." he ews, then says, "Good luck. But I thought you meant they'd acted up again or something. I only heard about that one time."

Jose Figueroa says "It was the one time, chico. We jus' waited til the full moon to do this."

Collin nods to Jose, "Cool, man. Waste their asses hard."

Bailey chuckles. "I think that was the projected goal, Collin."

Jose Figueroa looks at the same watch Casper has, exasperation starting to get the better of him. "Where the fuck is Elan tonight?"

Hank's eyes go blank a moment, as if he's looking at something far off.

Casper says to Jose, "Don't worry, this is happening at sun-up, and it's still early yet. He'll be here soon I'm sure."

Jose Figueroa gets up from next to Hank, obviously a bundle of Do Worry. He starts to shadow box in the corner.

Bailey shrugs at Jose again. "Well, he did say he /might/ not be able to come and play with us." He turns to Hank, "Hank, can you page him?"

Hank blinks. "He says he just got done pulling a silver bullet out of Scott....Hold on."

Casper blinks, "Well don't rush him..."

Bailey's jaw drops. "Scott's been shot? Ph, fuck!"

Seirian slips into the church, just barely in time to hear Bailey. She pauses halfway in and out, face expressionless.

Collin blinks too.

Bailey turns to the door quickly. Seeing the Fianna, a thought strikes him. "Oh yeah, she's in his pack." He rises. "Seirian," he puffs. "Scott's been shot. Silver, but Elan's working on it."

Hank looks up. "Says Scott was shot by somebody dressed like a vagrant."

Casper hmms and frowns, "Vampires again perhaps?"

Seirian's face remains expressionless, eyes blank for a moment as she lets the words sink in.

Jose Figueroa jog-jabs about, only stopping at Hank's pronouncement to look around.

Bailey turns to Hank. Any idea where he is?"

Hank nods. "He says he's on his way back. He got it out, and Scott's healed, apparently."

Faint relief crosses Seiri's face as she steps all the way in. "Glad t'hear it."

Collin peers at Hank, blinking a bit more, "Jesus Christ." he mutters.

Jose Figueroa walks over to Seirian, attempting to lead her to a pew. "He's ok. Unless you wan' to go see him." He looks at Hank. "Where was Elan coming from?"

Bailey nods tersely. "Ok, but where is Scott now?" He looks back to the door, and his eyes widen. "Boo, Jose. Get Seiri a seat. Give her a chance to relax." He turns on Collin, barking. "Col! Get her a drink of water."

Seirian shakes her head, "Let him rest, th'last thing 'e needs is an over-emotional me." She follows Jose to a pew, dropping to sit in it with a thump.

Collin blinks once, then shrugs and says, "Sure. I can get some water." he grins and then hops down the stairs. Thump, thump, thump.

Bailey almost trots to the Galliard. "Need a drink? Collin's getting water." He shrugs. "Maybe something stronger?""

Casper blinks at Seirian, his train of thought apparently derailed. "You're alright Seiri?"

Seirian shakes her head again, "Nae, water's fine. Just need a minute. 'S'not e'ery day y'get news like tha'."

Jose Figueroa stands over Seirian, pulling his ever-present bottle out of his pocket to show her that stronger exists if she wants it.

Bailey nods. "They don't know who it is, though. Some kind of vagra-" he stops. "Oh, shit."

Seirian waves it off, regaining her composure with a drawn breath. A somewhat shaky smile brightens her face, "I'll be fine, really. I'm nae th'one t'be worryin' bout."

Collin comes right back on upstairs, wandering over to Seirian with a glass of water. He offers it to Seirian when he reaches her, grinning a bit, "Here ya go."

Hank hmmms. "Elan says he's at home, with Micaela curled around him. And Elan's about ten minutes from here, he says."

Hank looks at Bailey. "What is it?"

Seirian takes the glass with a nod, "Thanks, Collin."

Collin glances to Bailey, saying, "Uh?"

Casper pushes himself from the wall and goes over to his bookbag, placed by a pew. He reaches inside and pulls out a couple of wooden sculptures of wolves with crescent shaped mirrors in their mouths. He mumbles something and waves his hands around and then over them, staring at them with focussed eyes.

Elan pushes the doors open, and walks in, after pulling the cycle into the alley beside the church. "Hey guys. Sorry I'm late..."

Seirian's head turns sharply at Elan's voice, questions in her eyes as she sips the glass of water in her hand.

Bailey shudders. "Think about it, Hank. He was shot by someone who looked like a vagrant. Someone who knew that he's Garou, cause the bullet was silver. Knew where to find him, and probably knew he was hte Fang Elder." He shakes his head. "Awww, fuck. I'd say that if it was the vampires, they might be trying to blame the Gnawers on this." He looks top Jose, Hank, and the newly arrived Elan. "No offense, of course...you know what I mean....I'm not saying all of you are....ahhhh! Forget I opened my mouth." he sighs, and drops onto a pew near Seirian.

Collin sniffs twice, "Lovely. Vampires *again*."

Collin grumbles again, "Guy's, I really wanna go with you and help. Are you sure I can't?" he grins.

Jose Figueroa looks over as Elan enters. "Dude. Scott ok?"

Hank frowns, nodding to Bailey.

Elan gives a laugh at Bailey. "Yeah, if they have, they ain't very smart. What Gnawer would be able to afford silver...?" He looks to Seirian, going to crouch beside her. "I got it out, and healed him, and he's going to be fine. He could shift, and heal. When I left, he was trying to comfort Micaela."

Casper turns around and nods to Elan, "I'm glad you're here... we need to plan. I'll tell you my thoughts, and you can tell me what will and won't work, all of you, okay?"

Collin says, "I dunno if they're trying to blame the Gnawers or anything. Doesn't make sense, you know? Dressing up as a vagrant prrobably gives him anonymitity(SP)."

Jose Figueroa winks at Seirian and gives her a thumbs-up, then listens to Casper.

Seirian nods, relaxing completely and finishing the rest of her water.

Elan sits down and listens to Casper, now. "Shoot, bud, but I'm sure it's good."

Casper nods and sits atop a pew, then starts detailing, "Okay, basically this... we go to one of the taller buildings in town and wait until dawn, in the umbra of course. We place these talens, which have mirrors in them, positioned so they catch the first rays of the sun. I fiugre the mirrors will attract the sun spirits and perhaps confuse them, making them easier to bind. This is all done fast, as I'm not sure what other kinds of spirits come out at sunup. That's about it. How's that sound?"

Collin just kinda grins.

Bailey nods. "Sounds tight. Well thought out."

Collin says, "I'd say it sounds cool, but I know absolutely nothing about this kind of stuff." he grins.

Bailey looks back to Collin. "Makes sense to me. Divide and conquer." He turns to the collected Gnawers. "Guys, I'm sorry about that comment. I was thinking of what others see as the Gnawer stereotype. I spoke too quickly," he says, avoiding their gazes.

Elan scratches his chin. "Yeah...I can see that." He closes his eyes and thinks. "It should be interesting," he says, and smiles. "Bank building is just about the tallest, I think."

Elan seems not to have taken any offense, at all, to Bailey's earlier comments.

Casper nods, "My logic for using a tall building is that the rays won't be obstructed by as much... of course logic usually fails when it comes to spirits."

Seirian just listens, thoughts elsewhere for the moment.

Collin says, "So I can come with you guy's? It'd be a learning experience for me."

Collin grins mischeviously.

"Sounds good Boo. I don' know nothin' either, so if it works, it works." Jose is less bouncy now.

Elan thinks. "Casper? Your rite, you call? You want the cubbie?"

Casper sighs and looks to Collin, "I'm sorry Collin, there are too many unknown variables... I need absolute concentration and you there would just distract me because I'd be worried."

Bailey nods. "Wish I could give advice, but this ain't my bag."

Seirian speaks up, "If'n ye want, I'll hang 'round here, jus' keep an eye on things."

Collin rolls his eyes, then says, "Sure. Okay."

Elan nods. "I'd like that too, Seirian. I don't like the idea of leaving cubs alone, even with the dogs to guard him."

Jose Figueroa says "Next time, chico. You gotta learn to play with the big dogs some day."

Casper nods to Seirian, "Like I was telling Collin, watch our time. I'll be starting at dawn and it shouldn't take us too long... I'm not sure how long reaally..."

Collin smirks at Jose, "Learn how to play with the big dogs? Oh, yah, *nothing* prepares you for the real thing but seeing it, man." he winks. "Don't worry about it. I'll be fine."

Seirian nods and smiles a bit, "B'sides, I'm not in much mood t'go nowhere."

Casper says "Any more questions before we head out into the bright unknown?"

Bailey looks back to Seiri. "Sorry you had to hear it like that, Seirian. i'd rather have broken it to you gently..."

Seirian shakes her head, "I would've been angrier if'n ye had, Bailey."

Jose Figueroa nods at Collin. "You'll be around to see lots o' things you wish you didn'." He turns to Casper and shakes his head. "I'll play watchdog. Perimeter around you as you set up?"

Bailey nods, then turns back to Casper. "Anyone think to grab munchies for the wait?"

Collin says to Jose, "I'm sure." he grins.

Casper nods, "Good idea Jose. I'll need you all to watch my back as I get into the heat of performing the rite... I might draw into myself too deeply to notice the outside."

Elan nods to Casper. "Will do, man." He stands up. "Don't let Collin burn the place down, Seiri," he says with a smile.

The Top of the Bank Building, Umbra(#3527RJ)
A broad, flat space occupied by a largish lump of complicated webbing and a tall, thin spire rife with electricity elementals.
Contents:
Bailey
Casper
Elan
Hank
Jose Figueroa

Bailey shifts into Lupus form.

Casper pages to Hank, Night's-Justice, Limbo, Elan, and Jose Figueroa: Okay, shall we assume we just got here, about ten minutes before dawn?
From afar, to Hank, Night's-Justice, Limbo, Casper, and Jose Figueroa, Elan thnks that's good.

Night's-Justice sniffs the Umbral air, alert.. He paces nervously, waiting for the inevitable.

Jose Figueroa shifts into Glabro form.

Casper phases through with a talen vessel in each hand. He crouches down and surveys the scene quickly, his eyes get that razor sharpness they sometimes get and he shifts up.

Hank shifts into Lupus form.
Casper shifts into Crinos form.

Jose Figueroa moves to a mostly furrier form and takes up a western vantage point.

The night has been quiet, the full moon having put to rest all but the most raucous of spirits, and the high tower of the skyscraper lofts you well above the usual trods of Wyrm creatures. The eastern horizon is pale pink and blushing rapidly, and the changing of the day is palpable in changes of noise, in the feel of the air on your skin. A dull hum starts up in the distance, a bit like a roar, more like a vacuum cleaner. Around you and below you, you can feel shifting, clicking, changing, waking things...

Elan grows into Glabro, and keeps watch for early morning nastiness, as the umbra begins to change. He watches the weaver spirits gear up for the rush of people and machines.

Edgewalker moves fluidly over to a nearby elevated projection and places the two carved wolves atop it, the mirrors in their mouths facing towards the dawn. He traces with his claw invisible shapes on the ephemera and his breathing gets louder, but more steady.

Night's-Justice cirlces White-Eye. ~So, that's what your Lupus looks like,~ he chuffs, then starts, and turns at the sound.

Edgewalker moves and crouches down behind the vessels, one hand placed over each, palm out, towards the brightening horizon. He closes one eye and stares out, rumbling something over and over to himself, too quiet to hear.

Jose Figueroa paces and scans the western sky and below, watching for anything and avoiding weaver spirits at work in the heating and ventilation shafts of the building.

Elan walks patrol around the perimeter of the small building top, and sniffs carefully.

The hum grows, changes. Sharp ears can pick out the Dopplered roar of car engines, the whine of alarm clocks, the burbling of coffeemakers, the curses of drivers, the grumbling of new-woken workers. The roof, the walls below, begin to come alive with tiny motions of day-to-day.

Suddenly, the sun breaks the horizon, and the light, which is barely twilight at all in the Umbra, a shadowy, dangerous sort of light, shatters into an enormous flock of birds, streaking westward in a thunder of wings.

Hank walks along the perimeter as well..but a lot of his attention is watching the sky for trouble coming their way.

Night's-Justice takes an insticntive step back as the flock advances. ~Damn....~

Edgewalker tenses and his rumblings get louder, though his position does not change. *Sun to me... Sun to me... Sun to me*

From afar, Elan puts up the Heightened Sense pack gift

The birds, glowing, flaming, flickering birds of all shapes and sizes, from the tiniest sparrows to mythic rocs, streak across the sky, westering rapidly. Their images are clear, though so distant it seems strange that they are visible as birds at all. As the sun rises, more birds surge out, closer, flying on a straight vector westwards from their home. A river of birds covers the sky, deafening in their cries.

Jose Figueroa allows only a quick glance at the breaking dawn, noticing the flock only quickly as he resumes his vigil on the night side.

Night's-Justice's hackles raise as he stands up to the cries. ~Ok, I think we're on to something. How do we bring them down. I left my Umbral bird seed at home...~ he whiffles nervously.

Edgewalker bends down and picks up a vessel in each hand and rushes to the ledge of the building, hopping up on it. He spreads his arms apart and waves them slowly, the long wispy hair on his forearms moving like flags in the wind. *Birds of the Sun, help Gaia's children against the Wyrm of the night that hides from Helios*

Elan crouches, so as not to disturb the birds, or spook them. He watches Casper's back, in case anything decides to attack.

The flock comes down rapidly upon the skyscraper's roof, a bright, shimmering ceiling as the sun's angle in the Realm brings light to St. Claire's tallest building. The noise grows commensurately as they approach and then, quite suddenly, everyone on the roof is amid a chaotic mass of beating wings and blinding light and flashing eyes. The surge of noise and motion passes just as suddenly as it arrived, leaving a quartet of birds circling Edgewalker, peering bemusedly at the mirrors and at his antics. One, a crow-shape, lands nearby, cocking its head at him and looking greedily at the shiny things in his hands.

Jose Figueroa flinches as the mass of beating, lucent wings envelopes his world. Turning to the Theurge, he watches the lone spirit for a second only.

Edgewalker jumps down from the ledge and crouches low, eyeing the crow-shaped spirit intently. He puts one of the vessels forth and nimbly spins it around in his hand, mirror facing the bird. *Come... come...*

Elan freezes, not wanting to spook the cautious birds the Casper has managed to attract.

Night's-Justice croushes back, padding to place himself between Edgewalker's back and whatever's behind him, facing away. His ears flatten against his skull, and tries to stoicly face the beating wings and flashes.

The light-crow cocks its head to one side, then the other, watching the light of its body dance in the mirrors. ~Shiny shiny prettything me. What for do furry earthy things want? Pleasing prettyme is the shinies yes. Carry them to westertable wish I.~

Of the remaining birds, a sparrow-shape flaps off at the crow's words, but the other two, slender, long-tailed creatures, continue to flutter about.

Edgewalker watches the crow, continuing to spin the vessels in a hypnotically slow fashion. He answers. *A favour is all... to use your radiance as weapon against night-foes who stalk us. No harm, easily done. The shinies will be yours...*

The corvid flutters shimmering wings, puffing its chest. Then it turns a skeptical eye upon the Garou. ~*Both* prettyshinythings mine?~ It eyes the mirrors again. ~How carry should I? What night-foes? Tell tell, not-light not-shinies.~ It does, however, take two hops closer, turning its head to examine the devices with its other eye. Apparently it catches a direct reflection of itself in one of them, startles, wings flapping briefly, then it settles in to examine itself more closely. ~Hmmmm,~ it muses to itself, ~prettythingprettyme!~

Night's-Justice's ears twitch at the exchange, but he keeps his back to Edgewalker's, peering intently into the area for possible intruders.

Edgewalker places the two vessels in front of the crow and steps back, never taking his eye off the spirit. He places his hands on bent knees. ~Take what you can. I can bring you closer to the prettythings if you let me. I can let you bask in their glitter... if you help me against the Wyrmish vampires. They fear your beauty.~

Elan grins at the coaxing, and keeps his eyes narrow, to avoid feathers and beaks.

Hank keeps an eye on the sky, but seems amused at the coaxing.

If the bird had eyebrows, one could almost say it raised them. The creature's posture surely suggests it. ~Fear me? Fear little flimmerling glimmerling flitter? Yesss, those things are unlight unsun unbright darkdark witherling things.~ It hops closer. ~Prettylings sillythings, but furrytring bring shinydings and wordyflings. I will lend you me, shiningwings, for sillythings, yes.~ It hops up to one of the sculptures, bemused by its reflection. ~Putting me in, now, furryfurry golden spirit tongue. Pretty words! Pretty thing!~

Around and below, activity grows as the Weaver spirits of the building come alive in the workday. The other two birds flitter off, beating the Umbral air frantically with their decisive need to catch up to their fading flock.

Edgewalker gives a lupine grin and leans forward, making weaving gestures with his hands and saying in the spirit speech, *Sleep now spirit of sun. With this vessel become one, To be released another day, When Wyrmling enemies need be slain.*

Jose Figueroa spares Edgewalker and his little friend a glance once more.

Night's-Justice remains rooted to his chosen post, keeping an eye out.

The crow of light falls forward gently, fading and dispersing into one of the mirrors, which then glows from within.

A glass elemental pops up suddenly over the edge of the roof, lethal edges glittering in the Umbral sun. It makes its way slowly along the ledge, heading for the eastern side where Edgewalker and his new talen are.

Night's-Justice growls, rumbling harshly. ~Company!~

Edgewalker snatches up the talen in his hand and leaps to the side. ~We are done here, let us away before thing's get dangerous.~

Hank nods. ~Let's go!~

Elan says "Damn straight."

Elan sparkles and blurs, shifting into Crinos form.

Night's-Justice backs up towards the group. ~Exactly.~

Jose Figueroa turns quickly, seeing the flash of light from the lumbering glass. He shifts up in reaction.

Jose Figueroa shifts into Crinos form.

Edgewalker leaps back and then reaches for the other side.

Shadow Eyes moves to guard his friend, while he makes an escape. He chuffs to the rest. ~Follow him, quickly.~

Night's-Justice turns, waiting for the other two to go through before sprinting through the way back.

The glass elemental plods along on its fine-edged 'feet' toward the eastern ledge. It ignores everyone and simply drops off the edge.

Jabs waves everyone into action. ~Go. Go.~

Night's-Justice snarls. ~Ok, that was quick. We should get going.~

Realmside, the sun is shining brightly on the roof of the bank building. Below, you can hear the sounds of early rush hour. The blob of Weaver-stuff turns out to be the massive ventilation system atop the building.

Edgewalker shifts into Homid form.
Night's-Justice flops down on the warming rooftop, and shifts back to Bailey.
Shadow Eyes sparkles and blurs, shifting into Homid form.
Jabs shifts into Homid form.

Bailey shakes his head, as if waking up from a dream. He looks to the Stargazer. "Dude, you ok?"

Hank changes back to homid, as he gets realmside.

Casper shifts down immediately as he reaches the realm. He looks at the talen, seeming pleased and says to it quietly, *Thank you muchly.* he grins and passes the talen over to Jose, "This is yours now."

Elan grins broadly as he slaps Casper's back. "You did damn good, bud.."

Casper smiles to Elan, "Thanks. That went smoothly enough. It was... fun. I just hope the work pays off."

Jose Figueroa shifts down and gingerly takes the talen. "You da man, Boo. I owe you." He studies the object with care, like it's a crystal vase. "Gonna take it to Pete now. Let him worry 'bout it."

Elan also grins to Jose. "Glad for ya, bro."

Casper shakes his head, "My gift to you, Jose. I hope it gets you what you want."

Bailey turns over until he sits, supported by hia hands. He phews, softly.

Hank smiles. "Good job, Boo."

Casper pats Bailey on the shoulder, "You okay? Thanks for coming, all of you. It was a learning experience."

Jose Figueroa bows slightly, careful of the talen. "It will help us all. I hope."

Bailey nods. "Yeah, I'm all right. Still learning the wolf, and going from there to human and back isn't something I'm used to yet."

Elan yawns in the early light. "So, we can go home for some sleep?"

Bailey looks up at Elan. "I hear that, bud."

Hank nods, yawning. "Sleep sounds good..."

Casper nods to Elan, "Yeah, we should get back so Collin and Seirian don't worry." He starts for the door on the roof.

Jose Figueroa yawns in reaction to Hank. "Le's go. I'm dead."

Bailey pushes himself to his feet, blinking rapidly, and yawning.

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