Information for Derrick (Alias 'DH'):
Derrick is connected.
Email address:  julian@haven.boston.ma.us
Location:       Big Red Barn
Other Name(s):  Frederick Herr, Leads-by-Example (thanks ever so, Dante), Falconwing.
Race:           Garou                 Sex:            male                  
Breed:          Homid                 Auspice:        Ragabash              
Tribe:          Silver Fangs          Rank:           0 (Cub)
Pack:           Heh.                  Sept:           Wheel, or something.  
Position:       Not Set               
Info:           From Connecticut. Keeps his mouth closed, a good portion of 
 the time. Has taken to hanging around the Compound in lupus. Enjoying 
 Garou-hood, except for the violent bits.

  --- Barn ---

Timothy enters the ground level of the barn through one of the doors.
Timothy has arrived.
Derrick's lying in his sleeping bag, napping. At the elder Silver Fang's entrance, he looks up, expression somewhat nervous. ~Evening, sir...~
Madeline looks up. "Hi. We're back."
Timothy makes a quiet entrance through the smaller of the barn's doors. "I heard you two had made it back," he says, giving each of the as-yet-cubs an appraising look up and down, judging their condition. "So how was it?"
Derrick, plenty warm without the sleeping bag, squirms out of it. ~Frustrating,~ is his analysis.
Madeline grins a little. "It was kinda fun."
Derrick grins. ~Also fun. Weird sort of trip, I must say.~
Timothy trails slowly across the barn's floor, closer to where Derrick and Madeline are. "Why don't you tell me about it, then," he says, without singling out either of the two to start. Those who remember a similar 'debriefing' of Peter Wainright, and are thinking about such things, will note that the elder has yet to make any reference to pass-fail conditions of the rite.
Derrick gulps slightly. ~Same sort of way Peter did?~
Madeline says "You go first, Derrick. You were in charge of it mostly, til the end."
Timothy tilts his head to nod. "Something similar to that, yes, though I know neither of you two share the auspice. I trust you can relate a recent story well enough, though."
Derrick nods. "Ok. I'm kinda bad at it, but what the hey. Well... you all sent us off to sleep and all, and we woke up pretty separated. Dante and I found Dusty, and then we went off on Maddy's trail, but some Get interrupted us before we could find her. They knew us, supposedly, although the people they knew weren't really _us_. But we were them till we left. I was Falconwing, which I sort of like as a name, but anyway. So we acted like we knew the Get, 'cause we figured it was sort of easier than going, "NO! We're not these people!" and bein' killed for being batty."
You say "And then we found Maddy, and Dillan showed up later that night."
Madeline nods. All fine so far.
Timothy leans against one of the posts casually, listening, weighing out the events as related.
You say "Anyway, so the local Sept, the Get, they were at war with some bear shifters. Kept sayin' they were Wyrm agents and stuff. Second day we were there, their Pool got defiled and Wyrmtainted. I was out scouting, so I'm still kind of vague on this bit, but apparently it was really gross. And there were slaughtered animals, just wasted deliberately, other places. So the Get got all pissy, and went to find the Gurahl and beat 'em up, 'cause they blamed 'em, but they ran into a Spiral or two on the way. They whomped 'em good, obviously."
Derrick looks at Maddy. "I know Dusty was in on that one - were you?"
Madeline says "Yeah, I helped kill one of 'em. That's where I got the claw, 'member?"
Derrick snaps a finger. "Right. Sorry. So we were assuming that what we had to do, to get back home, I mean, was to get the bearfolks and the Get to stop fightin'. So we decided to go parley with the bearguys. Our pack, I mean, obviously. So we went up t'where they lived, checking for Wyrm, obviously. They weren't Wyrmy, so we roused 'em up."
Timothy makes a little motion toward Madeline, speaking up to interrupt the story-telling. "I take it you were there when your pack went to speak with these?" he asks.
Madeline says "Yeah, I was there. In case they weren't real sociable."
Timothy hides most of a smile. "Ah, I see."
Madeline says "Actually, once I saw 'em, I knew we prolly'd be lucky if the whole pack could take just one. If they came for us, I was hopin' to try an' let the rest of the pack escape, and hold 'em off. Didn't hafta, thank god. Er, Gaia."
Derrick nods. "Those guys were _huge_."
Timothy says, "So I've heard. I've never seen one in my lifetime." He remains fairly neutral on his opinions on these other shifters, simply listening to the events unfold.
You say "And we had no common language, either, 'cause they spoke German, being as we were in Germany and all. And they didn't speak Garou. So Dillan talked to their theurge in Spirit speech, and mostly convinced 'em that the Spirals were playing both the Get and them for fools. They wanted some proof, other than Maddy's Spiral Claw, so we took 'em to where the Spirals'd been killed."
Derrick continues. "The Get'd burned 'em, sensibly, but there was still a lotta Wyrm taint, so that was proved. The bear guy wanted to wash off after that, and we didn't blame him, so we went off to the pool and washed, except we got interrupted by about 11 Spirals and a buttload of fomori whoopin' it up over by the burned Spirals. It was... real hard to keep from attackin' 'em then and there, but we only had a couple of us and a bearguy. So we sent Dillan and Dante to talk the bearguys into coming to fight and me and Maddy and Dusty to talk the Get into coming to fight, and amazingly enough, we actually got 'em to cooperate on it."
Derrick pauses, to let someone else say something, if they want to.
Madeline adds in, "Yeah."
Timothy seems fairly surprised at this development. "Why don't you let Madeline tell the rest of the story, here, Derrick."
Derrick grins. "Anyway, Maddy took over bein' Alpha for us from there, 'cause we'd agreed I'd be non-fightin' Alpha and she's be fightin' Alpha, so she can deal with this bit."
Madeline nods. "So, anyway, we all snuck up together near where the Spirals cave was. The plan was for the Get Alpha to lure 'em out, and then when they were all startin' to whomp on him, we'd all go out and bust 'em up. Our pack was s'posed to take the Fomori, and the Bears an' Get were gonna get the real Spirals.
Madeline continues. "And that's kinda what happened. He lured 'em out, and the Get attacked, and then it's kinda hard to say what anyone else did. I led the charge in, an' Dusty and Dante must've been right near us. Derrick and Dillan picked off the Fomori that tried to run. I got three of 'em myself, but one of 'em got my eyes when I hadda go to Hispo to crack through his hide. But Dusty healed 'em up later. Anyway, when the battle was over, they were all dead, an' we were kinda hurt but okay.
Derrick adds, "I gotta couple of fomori, and whupped a Spiral that was bagging on Dillan."
Madeline says "An' then the bears did some strange rite, and called up the Spirit of the one dead bear, an' they made it alive again. The Get got pissed, an' said it was like a Vampire now, and they started fightin. An' that's it, cause then we were back on earth, poof, like the tube had gone out on the tv again."
Derrick mutters something slightly impolite about Get under his breath.
Timothy says, fairly mildly, "I can see how the Get would take offense at the disturbance of such a natural cycle. As you no doubt remember, that was a time of war between our two races, and tempers were strained."
Madeline nods. "I'm not sure what I think 'bout it. But I ain't arguin' with one of them Bears, not without a lotta friends."
You say "That's for darn sure."
Timothy says, "Well then." He lets a few moments pass, drawing out the scene here. "So, Madeline. Did he pass?"
Madeline nods. "Yeah. We didn't get killed, all the Wyrm creatures did. Didn't break the Litany. What's left that matters?"
Timothy turns the question, rhetorically spoken as it was, to Derrick with a look. "Is that so, then?"
Derrick chews his lip. "Is which so? That killin' Wyrmstuff and followin' the Litany's all that matters, or that we did a good job?"
@doing I dunno yet.
Timothy, noting Derrick's nervousness, offers the boy a reassuring smile. "The former question, and let's say we consider this one 'off the record'."
Derrick sighs. "It's not _all_ that matters, but it was certainly one of the more important parts of the Rite."
Derrick adds, "And we did a good job of it, too."
Timothy sratches idly against the back of his neck. "So does that mean you feel that Madeline passed, Derrick?"
Derrick blinks. "Oh. That's a different question entirely. Yeah, she passed."
Timothy says, "Well, I think that covers things for now, then." He steps away from the post he'd been leaning against, and starts a few steps toward the door as if that's all he has to say on the matter.
You say "Uh. So, like, we passed?"
[Bad timing]
Slick pages to Timothy, Madeline, and Derrick: You may now consider yourselves happy-fun-cliaths. Congrats.
Timothy carefully feigns a look of surprise. "Didn't you tell me that you did?"
Madeline says "Yeah, we did. Shut up, Derrick."
Derrick says, "Hey, it's not what _I_ say that goes. But, uhm, right, shutting up."
Madeline grins.
Timothy finally does relent a little; it seems the Silver Fang elder does take a certain amount of amusement in watching Derrick flounder through this final trial leading to adulthood. "You passed," he says, simply stated. "You were sent to the Legendary Realm, and if you came back without incident, then there's the proof."
Madeline grins. "Great. Can I go to the city now?"
Derrick grins in quite honest relief. "Hot damn!"
Timothy shakes his head. "It's a little too late for this month, I'm afraid. Cliath or cub, the city can still be a dangerous place during the fuller phases of the moon, when rage is quicker to come. Think of the... disturbances, that have occured in the farmhouse before. And think about what would result were that to happen on a crowded street in St. Claire. Best to wait until the moon wanes once again. But soon, I promise you that."
Madeline nods. "Okay. I am gonna go make some dinner, though. See you guys later."
Timothy steps slightly aside to let Madeline leave. "There is one thing, Derrick, now that you're a cliath."
Madeline dashes out, full of energy.
Derrick says, "Yes?"
Timothy says, "Now that you've passed your rite of passage, it's time for you to start taking on a bit more responsibility. I'd like to you to take over a fair amount of Christian's teaching. Scott has been working with him some, and Britany, but they have their own duties. Just as you have yours." Despite the polite phrasing, it should be obvious that this is more an order than an inquiry to be declined.
Derrick says, floored, "You're shittin' me." He acks as this escapes his mouth, and says, "Er. Pardon me, sir. I was surprised. I meant to say something along the lines of, "Excuse me?"" He looks down at the floor, and then looks up again, rather calmer. "I assume you don't meant combat, sir?"
A quick flash of annoyance comes to the ahroun's face at the immediate outburst, and even after the look passes there's a certain tenseness to his jawline. "No, I do not mean combat," Timothy says, quite distinctly. "Is there a problem with this?"
Derrick says, much more in control of himself now, says "Nossir. I'll check up with Scott and Brittany to see how far he's gotten as soon as I can."
@doing Yee-ha. Or something.
Timothy says, "If you have any problems with him -- well, you're not a cub anymore. Christian may be older than you, but where it matters you're an adult and he's not, simply put. You can work with Madeline, if you choose, or not. I'd like to see him ready in another month or two, so keep that in mind."
Derrick nods thoughtfully, staring at a piece of hay. "The age thing's seemed to bother him more than it did me anyway. This will certainly help my teaching skills..." He looks up again. "Is there anything else you might need help on, or shall I focus on Christian, for now?"
Timothy says, "I think you'll find that challenge enough, for now."
Derrick smiles, a bit tightly. "Yessir."
Timothy says, "I think you'll find that challenge enough for now. Other than that, nothing specific. You'll want to start thinking about a pack, but I imagine you've already been giving that some thought." He pauses, in front of the door heading out. "I'll let Christian know about this new arrangement. It'll be up to you to see that the rest of it gets worked out."
Timothy leaves the barn through one of the doors.