Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 56 degrees Fahrenheit (13 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the northwest at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.36 and rising, and the relative humidity is 71 percent. The dewpoint is 47 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius.)

[The Farmhouse Living room]

"It's because of what we are that he's this way." Trevor explains to Emma. "There's another Garou in there with him."

"Besides the fact that it breaks most of the laws of physics, biology, and a few other sciences, I dunno what," Anthony counters to Emma, grinning wryly. Trevor's comment draws his attention. "Really? A whole other Garou?"

Emma narrows her gaze. "How? What do you mean a whole other Garou? You mean like Cat has that damn Fury stuck in him?"

The sound of an engine in the lane heralds another arrival. A few moments later the front door opens and closes, admitting Natalie.

"Yeah, exactly Emma." Trevor nods to both the Get and Anthony. "And this Garou....things I am urrah, because I live here. They're two very seperate people, in the same body."

Anthony leans against the chair a little more. "Is there a way to get it out, or is he stuck with it?"

Emma grunts, "Well that just makes it real simple doesn't it? An anti-city Garou in the body of a purebred Glass Walker." She shakes her head, "That's some sick joke."

"Ain't no such thing as a purebred Walker." Trevor corrects Emma. "They don't have a drop of blood in their whole Tribe that could be described as pure. And yes, he is stuck with it. But it's not a huge handicap. In fact, that sort of arrangement is well known among our people, and the Fangs in particular. He'll be fine." The front door opening makes Trevor look up.

"There's no such thing as a purebred Walker," Natalie seconds, showing no shame about butting into a conversation in progress. "Afternoon - hey, some of the people I wanted to see." She gives the three a nod, adding a quick smirk for Trevor.

"Yeah, what they said," Anthony echoes, pushing away from his chair and waving slightly to Natalie as she steps in. "In fact, my grandma was a Gnawer. And speaking of relatives, I'm supposed to call my uncle right about now, so I'll be back in a bit, okay?"

"Has Signe talked to you, Ritemaster?" Nat asks, leaning on the back of a chair, her weight braced on her forearms.

Emma nods, "Hmm, well that's interesting. Still, he's gotta fucking deal with it. This pushme-pullme crap is gonna get him or someone else killed."

Nodding to Emma, Trevor looks over to Natalie. "Yes, she has. I'm assuming you mean about the new City warpack that is to form, which is what she spoke to me about?"

Natalie nods at him. "That's the one." Emma gets a curious look. "Who're you talking about?"

Emma looks over, "Josh." She shakes her head, a dark smirk stuck on her face now. "Which one you leaning for, anyway Natalie?"

"Well, I'm sure you two will be pleased to hear I have most of the Rite worked out." Trevor smiles, looking at Emma.

Natalie says, "Wolverine. I think it'll be less... hmn, flammable. In more ways than one." She looks back to Trevor. "Oh yeah? Good to hear."

Emma nods a bit. "As long as I don't have to do something against my nature just to appease the Totem, I can handle it."

"I hope shedding your own blood isn't against your nature, then." Trevor actually grins, a rather evil glint in his eye. Whatever has he got planned?

Natalie eyes the Fianna, then retreats to the dubious safety of conversation with the Get. "So what was that you were saying about Joshua?"

Emma chuckles to Trevor, "That has never been against my nature Trevor." Then she swings her head back to Natalie. "That he is fucked up, and has issues that he better start to fucking deal with." She shrugs, "Not that I don't struggle with my own issues, but at least I don't argue with myself over them."

Trevor sits back in his chair and is silent. He's not about to speak up on the subject of Josh while Natalie's around.

Natalie says, "On that we're in complete agreement. Say - do you know where he is? I figure it's been a week, I ought to see if I can find him so we can," she eyes Trevor and emphasises, "talk."

Emma nods her head, "He's pretty fucked up right now Nat, maybe waiting would be better. Been drinking and in general, treating himself like he's shit. Kota busted him over the head after he refused to talk to her, and so they dragged 'em back here."

"Talk huh?" Trevor looks at Natalie. "Fine. He's here, under my care. And I plan to keep him here, until he gets better. Seeing as how his own people have rejected him."

Natalie shrugs back at Emma, apparently unconcerned. "I can wait - though it's got to..." At Trev's words her head snaps over. "Excuse me?"

Emma raises her eyebrows and glances between the two. She keeps her mouth shut though, realizing this is going to be strictly between the two of them. Still, an almost half grin breaks at the thought of it getting fiesty - curiousity over who'd win a brawl seeping into her mind.

"You heard." Trevor replies simply. "As I recall, from what he told me, he was told to either leave or be forced to leave. Cockroach found him acceptable, but the Walkers of St Claire knew better. So yes, he is here. And he has my protection, even if he dosn't have that or his own people."

Natalie doesn't move overtly, but she tenses. "I see. Well, good to know everyone knows so much about what happened; knows exactly not only what I've done but why, what I plan to do about it, and what I should do about it. Thank you, Fianna. I see now that obviously you are meant to be the Elder of the Glass Walkers."

Emma's eyes dart back and forth from one to the other as if watching a tennis match.

Trevor laughs, shaking his head. "You know, when you get a drunken, depressed Ahroun showing up on the Bawn, of course people are going to know. And I am no more meant to be the Elder of the Glass Walkers than Emma here is, as well we both know." He looks like he wants to say a lot more, but is restraining himself.

"Then maybe," Natalie suggests, false brightness coloring her words, "You should let me deal with Joshua myself. Since he is, as people have gone out of their way to remind me, still a Glass Walker. Gosh, I sure am glad people've told me that. I thought maybe he turned into a tree when I booted him from the house."

Emma cannot help but let a grunt like chuckle escape at that. She quickly tries to cover it with a series of coughs, eyes down and hand over her mouth.

"No, he turned into someone at risk." Trevor replies, seeing nothing funny about the situation. "And you know what, I'd love to let you deal with him yourself. But I can't help feel, unless this is a reconciliation attempt, that you might make things worse."

Natalie laces her fingers together and studies them for a moment, collecting her patience. "...Ritemaster. While I... can understand your, hmn, reluctance to have needless blood shed, why is it that you do not believe - that you do not trust me to know what is best? Why is it you assume that my plan is to, I don't know, pound his head into a little pulp?"

Joshua comes down the stairs, one hand grabbing his head. He's quite the sight, bloody, dirty, and smelling like alcohol. It isn't so much walk, so much as stagger, feeling like he looks: like hell. As he goes, a stream of quiet profanity streams forth, "...Screw all this shit... Whadda fuck, man... whadda hell 'm I doin' here..."

Emma turns and looks up the stairs, leaping from the couch to go to the Ahroun. "You're resting! Fun isn't it. Now, turn around and get into the shower, because you smell pretty bad." She uses her hands to try and turn the boy around, a painted smile on her face. "Shoo, go go. Cold water will probably be best."

"Oh, I assure you I don't believe you'll shed blood." Trevor replies. "It's just in his current mental state, which to be frank is not good, I'm not sure how he'd take speaking to you." When Josh comes down, Trevor shuts up. He's not about to argue with Natalie in front of the boy, since he wants to help him rather than risk damaging him futher. "You're staying here a while Josh. Why don't you take Emma's advice? It sounds like good advice to me."

Natalie says, "Hmnh." The Walker Elder looks over at Emma's fluttering, her eyebrows lifting at the source. "Joshua." And indeed, her voice is level, perfectly so. "We'll need to talk."

Joshua shakes his head, still holding it tightly. "Uh... nah. 'll... just, ya know, go back to my place..." He looks to Emma confusedly, still trying to figure out how he got where was. And then, with Natalie, he shuts up. Gripping his forehead all the more tight, he tries to press by the Get. "Yeah. Back to my place. I'm going back to my place..."

Emma grabs hold of him firmer, but not aggressively. She whispers something more quietly, but still audible to the others. "Your place is here Josh, among other Garou. Come on now, stay put, get a shower, get a meal."

Trevor looks over to Natalie, arms spread slightly in a 'You see...' gesture. He lets Emma deal with Josh, since she's handling it fine for now.

Natalie straightens slowly but without menace. She glances at Trevor as if she doesn't quite believe it, then turns her wordless attention back to Emma and Josh.

Joshua keeps pressing forward, trying to work his way out of the Get's grip. "Nah. 'm fine." He mutters, still not looking directly at her. "Jus... head back to my place 'n then I c'n get something ta... eat. And then get some sleep. And then... ya. 'm leaving. 'cuse me."

Emma huffs a bit, "No, you're not. Not right now Josh, so please, just, work /with/ us okay? Let us be your friends alright?" She keeps her grip on him, tightening as he continues to struggle.

Not seeming suprised by Natalie's look of disbelief, Trevor moves to lean on the door. Well, that's the front exit sealed off. He watches Natalie for any futher reactions.

Natalie stays where she is - standing, but making no hostile move. Instead she seems content to watch the struggle between the two new Cliath.

As Trevor leans against the door, someone on the other side knocks on it.

Joshua shoves off Emma, getting more physical this time. He scowls, dropping his other hand. "'lemme the hell out of here, Fire Dancer. Seriously. I want to go back." He keeps his voice low, but there is no mistaking the edge behind it.

Emma lets out a grunt as she gets shoved, but quickly moves to reclaim her hold on the other Ahroun. "Ya don't always get what you want Josh! This is one of those times. Now chill. Stay put, or we will make you stay put. You can't take care of yourself anymore, and you're disgracing Chimera's most holy places with yer booze and litter."

Deciding that Emma needs some help at this point, Trevor fixes Josh with a piercing look. Willing his pure Fianna blood to aid him, he speaks in a voice low and commanding. "You will stay here Joshua, Keeps-The-Heart-Of-The-Wolf. You are ill, and must be healed. You are Garou, and therefore family. We will take care of you. You will stay."

"...Where do you want to go, Joshua?" Natalie asks, pitching her voice low and even. Not unsurprisingly, she hasn't noticed the knock on the door.

"I'm going home, damnit!" Joshua suddenly yells out. "You won't take it from me! You can't take it from me!" In the tight place of the stair well, he shifts up to Crinos, the Huge white Ahroun now cramped in close with Emma.

"What's going on in there?" Anthony calls through the window. "You guys need some help?"

"Awe for fuck's sake." Emma's quick reply is offered before she shifts up to Glabro to help compensate. "Knock it off Josh!" She doesn't risk shifting to Crinos as well, fearing the stair well would not handle it for one, and also for sake of not having huge lumbering beasts visible inside the house itself.

"Yes Anthony, get in here." Trevor replies, moving towards Josh. "Emma, I'm going to distract him now." The Fianna's eyes glow with the light of the fae, as he tries to pull Josh into the 'walking dream' that makes it so hard to concentrate on the real world.

Wolf-Heart rears back to swipe at Emma, but freezes mid motion. The Crinos's visage twists and contorts into an uncomfortable face, paws reaching back up to grab his head instead.

Emma keeps hold on the Crinos as best as she can as the Fian works his magic. "These stairs bust, I'm gonna be pissed." She huffs and looks around, "Ya got him Trevor?"

Anthony complies, slipping inside and making sure to close the door behind him. "Well isn't this familiar," he grunts.

Natalie glances back at the Ragabash - only for a heartbeat - before turning her attention back to the Crinos on the stairs. "He's bugfuck crazy, that's what he is." Still she holds back, unwilling to get in Trevor's way, though she comes out from behind the chair, thus clearing her path.

Trevor dosn't respond to Emma, his eyes still glowing. That's the downside of the gift, it's as hard for him to work in the real world as it is for Josh.

Wolf-Heart stands motionless, still grasping his head tightly. A slight groan issues forth from him, slowly shaking his head.

"He's done this before?" Nat asks, looking back at Tony. "...No, no discretion about shifting, I mean? Talking to himself?"

Anthony nods at Natalie's question, though his attention's on Trevor and the Crinos on the staircase. "Not this bad, though."

The fae light that has taken over Trevor's eyes glows more strongly, his face a mask of concentration and hard authority. He's looking straight at Wolf-Heart. Clearly, there's some sort of battle going on in the Walker's head. Better than it going on out of it.

Natalie says, "Hell."

Wolf-Heart shakes his head more violently, grasping it tighter. He takes a single step down the stairs.

Natalie's got another question for the Ragabash: "Has Megan seen him like this?" She continues to watch Joshua with a strange, sick sort of fascination.

Wolf-Heart gradually slips on down from Crinos to Glabro, finally making it back down to Homid. The disheveled Ahroun still grips his head tightly, trying to turn his gaze to Trevor. "I am not a goddam child." He announces aloud. He struggles against the Mind Speak's distraction, but it's not a loosing battle so much anymore. "I am... leaving... now."

"I don't think so, no," Anthony replies flatly, a hand gripping the doorknob absentmindedly. "Why?"

Nat waves off Tony's question - for now - barking out, "Joshua."

The light dies in Trevor's eyes, and he breaks the connection fully once Joshua is back in Homid. "You are not going anywhere, Josh. You need to stay here. I have spoken to Megan-Rhya, and there is a lot we need to discuss. Things you must know."

Joshua take the moment to just breathe, trying to catch up with it now that he doesn't have to struggle against Trevor. He crosses his arms, looking over to the Fianna. "What... what do we need to discuss?"

Natalie mutters under her breath, "...suffer ...tend ...sickness." Her arms too are crossed, her eyes fixed firmly on the young Ahroun. [Do not suffer thy people to tend your sickness.]

Anthony takes a step away from the door, stuffing his hands in his pockets and looking down his nose slightly at Josh.

"Your future. Your Tribe. There is much the Alpha has asked me to impart to you, and make sure you understand." Trevor explains. Natalie gets a look when he catches one or two of the words. "He's not sick. He is blessed."

Natalie picks her words very carefully, yes indeed. "I believe I need to sit in on this... discussion, Trevor."

Joshua slowly closes his eyes, grimacing. You'd swear he was about to break down any moment, from the looks of it. He looks that sad. "There's nothing to discuss. I did what Scar-Rhya asked me to. I left. So there wouldn't be any bad blood between us."

Anthony remains quiet, sticking to his job of guarding the door and nothing more, for the time being.

"Of course, you are more than welcome to do so." Trevor nods to Natalie. "However, so that you are aware, since I don't want to waste your time, the bits relevant to you and your Tribe are the ones Megan-Rhya discussed with you at the Elder Moot." Then the Fianna turns to Josh "Well, that's where your wrong. There's still things to discuss. For one, the legality of you being expelled. Because there isn't any, according to the Alpha. And if you do choose to leave, there are... conditions she has attached to your doing so."

"Wait a minute," Nat interrupts, taking two steps forward. "Who the hell says he's expelled from the Walkers? Not I, said the duck. I just tossed him out of the damn house."

"And barred me from any of the Walker business, in effect severing my involvement from the Tribe." Josh cuts back, finishing Natalie's sentence for her. "Scar-Rhya told me to consider leaving. Then 'suggested' I leave. And then asked me to decide. So I did. You'll be happy to know I won't be dirtying yer turf anymore."

Natalie's eyes narrow. "Y'know what, Josh? Until you said that, until just fucking now, I still considered you a Walker. A Walker in a hell of a lot of disgrace, but a Walker. But now? Thank you. I was coming by today to talk to you, see if you were willing to toe the line. I see you'd rather go off and play in the woods, so that's absofucking fine. You heard him, Trevor," she adds, turning her back on the Ahroun and heading for the door. "Party boy there says he's not a Walker anymore. Now you can stop worrying that I'd muss his hair. The Fianna want to hold his damn hand, they can do it."

Anthony just shakes his head a little, looking down at the floor as he steps aside for Natalie.

"No. And I'm not suprised he dosn't feel like a Walker anymore, the way your Tribe have treated him." Trevor replies, shaking his head. "And for your information, I at least will hold his damn hand, and the hand of any Garou who needs it. We may have our differences, but we have the same Mother and we fight her fight. When we help other Garou, we're helping our Mother. And there's no higher call than that."

The porch door slams shut on Trevor's words. [Natalie]

Cursing under his breath, Trevor looks to Josh. "I must go, I have work to do now. But please, stay here. We will talk more. I will be back soon, but I must discharge my duties." And then the Fianna is gone. Noticably, he chooses the back door rather than the front.

Joshua sets his jaw as Trevor heads out. Sighing. He follows a moment after Trevor, headed for the fridge. "Tony, want me to grab something for ya? They just got beer 'n shit, but..." Glass bottles clink as he rustles through them.

Anthony takes his turn to be offended, chewing his lip for a good long few minutes as he waits for Trevor to leave. Josh's offer of a drink goes without a reply.

No one to stop him, Josh pulls out a beer, closing the fridge and walking to lean against the counter top. Top comes off, before he starts working on adding that to his day's quota quickly. Holding it loosely, the Ahroun stares blankly at the fridge.

[End of log]