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Kefka

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PostSubject: Stress Relief   Sat 02 Nov 2013, 18:11

As Mocks and Rends head off away from the others they make small talk, idle muttering to keep from walking in silence. Kefka's had nothing vital to say, he needed to think and reflect. A pack would be nice sure...but it seems to soon. It shouldn't be anything to rush into. He just got into town, he didn't need a pack keeping from leaving if'n he got the want to. Besides there was the matter of Cordova. That needed their immediate attention. They wasted precious moments of the time allotted by Red Oath by arguing about being a pack, and now having to take time and cool off. Mocks and Rends reach a fairly large clearing and Mocks goes over to a tree. He takes his hat off and hangs it from a branch. He takes his vest off, folds it and drapes it over the same branch. He takes out his new Bowie knives and admires them. He turns to Rends. "We using these or shall these be a lesson in fisticuffs?"
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PostSubject: Re: Stress Relief   Sat 02 Nov 2013, 18:34

Rends takes one of the knives, testing its weight and the sharpness of the blade on his finger.

"Nah, I reckon if I tried teachin' ya how to hit right now I'd jest wreck your face by accident and not noticin'."

With a flick of the wrist he flips the knife around to hold it by the blade before sending it whistling into an old tree stump.

shunk

"That's all they is to it. Knives ain't much about bein' fancy or nothin'. Ya jest throw 'em and it sticks. Nice and simple like. I used to catch rabbits like that back home. One time I pinned a big ol' jack to a tree by his ears mid jump."

He chuckles at the memory.
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PostSubject: Re: Stress Relief   Sat 02 Nov 2013, 18:49

Mocks chuckles. "Yeah. I suppose that Harriet might be upset if you ruin my rugged good looks."
Kefka watches with keen interest as Rends flips the knife around catches it and throws it in one fluid motion.
He smiles at Rends reminiscence. Jealous thoughts beginning to form in the back of his mind. He could talk to people, sneak around, and steal things...but Rends he had life skills. He could survive autonomously. It's easy to see why he refused the pack idea so vehemently. He has no need of us to survive. Mocks chases the thoughts out of his head, now wasn't the time. He was learning to fight. He needed utmost focus.
"looks easy enough if a big lug like you can do it." he says jesting to the ahroun. Mocks tried to mimic the movement Rends made. Except his flick came out like a flail. The knife went in the air spinning and when it came down it embedded itself in the palm of his left hand. With a yelp of pain Mocks pulled the knife out and sent it flying out of his right hand, paying no attention to where he aimed.
*shunk*
Mocks turns in amazement cradling his bloodied hand. "See. Piece of cake."
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PostSubject: Re: Stress Relief   Sat 02 Nov 2013, 19:06

Rends leans his head down to observe his impaled foot.

"Ya, 'cept next time ya can skip the part where you stab yerself too."

He bends down and pulls the knife out of the stiff boot top. Fortunately the wirey man hadn't thrown the knife hard enough to do any real damage. Rends holds up the knife to Mocks with a chuckle.

"But I reckon that must be some Ragabash gift or somethin'. You know, catch 'em by surprise and all."

He then goes to the tree to recollect the knife he had thrown, coming back to stand next to Kefka.

"Took me years to learn to throw right. But when you cain't afford musket balls you gotta put meat on the table somehow. I reckon a city slicker like you never had to learn this before, living the big fancy life and all."

There's curiosity and a little envy in his own voice, tinged with what may actually be a bit of boyish wonder at the more worldly man.

"Musta been nice, livin' in the city and seein' all them fancy folks. Is it true some o' them fancy ladies actually put paint on their faces?"
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PostSubject: Re: Stress Relief   Sat 02 Nov 2013, 19:31

Mocks transforms into Crinos for his hand to heal as Rends goes to collect the knife. He listens to Rends questions and smiles as he remembers himself in the bar, cheating people out of money. Stealing watches and other small valuables people lose track while they drink. He takes the knives now small in his large hands.
"Paint? Oh sure. I never saw too many fancy ladies, but the ladies selling their bodies wore some. They were always around the bar, specially when the soldiers came to town. They were our best customers...and they had the nicest trinkets." He turns and picks a tree... And throws with all his might.

*Shunk* *PLAT*

Mocks had picked smaller and was not used to the new found strength of his Crinos form. One of the knives was in the tree as The one Rends had first thrown. The second knife however had bored through the tree and the point was just barely sticking out the other side. He looks at Rends with a huge grin that slowly sours as he spits to the side.

"Yeah. I suppose that livin in the city was nice. Didn't help me none when I got kicked out though. Almost got myself killed wanderin around trying to find another town." Mocks goes to the tree and examines it, trying to figure out the best way to get his knife out.
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PostSubject: Re: Stress Relief   Sat 02 Nov 2013, 19:46

Sylvester watches quietly, listening. He seems confused when Mocks mentions being exiled.

"You got thrown out? Cuz you're Garou? Why didn't ya jest kill them idjits? Buncha kinfolk should know better."

He eyes Mock's handiwork, seeming to contemplate transforming himself so as to not be outdone. After a moment he reconsiders, content that his student had learned so fast.

"Back home my Pa wanted to roust all the Injuns from the whole Territory. Figured it were his right jest cuz he took some piss poor Caern way back. I left when I figured he was insane and I couldn't learn no more. Last I saw him he was fightin' alone against two Uketena with our whole town on fire."

Sylvester spits to the side, face a grimace.

"I reckon blood don't count for as much as it should, sometimes."
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PostSubject: Re: Stress Relief   Sat 02 Nov 2013, 20:06

Mocks uses the knife he could pull out and is fiercely carving it out as Rends talks. There is a huge hole left in the tree when he is done. He notices that his hand has stopped bleeding and reverts back to Homid with a deep sigh. When he looks at Rends his eyes are hard. "Yeah. Something about how my family came to America to escape "the curse" and I wasn't going to ruin that for them." He spits. "I woke up after my first change, already in the middle of nowhere. Don't remember it at all...but that don't change things. Justice has been dealt, and that's all there is to say on that matter."

He walks over back to Rends. "I don't believe in blood much anymore either..." He throws another knife and it sticks in a tree. *shunk* and starts laughing. "Life was goin just fine until Gaia found me. Joke is on her though. I ain't no warrior or trustworthy." His eyes begin to water which is a sign for Mocks to stop talking. He throws the second knife. *thock* the knife flies through the air and the handle crashes into the first knife and clatters to the ground. He looks at Rends "You are a hell of a teacher." He goes to retrieve them immediately hoping Rends didn't notice.
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PostSubject: Re: Stress Relief   Sat 02 Nov 2013, 20:21

Sylvester pretends not to have noticed, awkwardly scratching at his cut foot.

"Ya. Well. Here's to dumbass kin."

Sylvester makes a rude gesture up towards the North, then turning back to Kefka.

"Ya I'm a real piece a' work. My first time in a city I nearly got robbed by a bunch a' thugs and I spent all my money at the first bar I saw and let a pretty girl talk me out of my money and I got nothin' to show fer it.. I cain't talk fancy or get folk ta like me none, all I can do is kill things. I cain't even get along with other Garou apparently. I ain't complainin' though. I reckon I'll probably get kilt 'afore I get a chance to do much else anyhow."
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PostSubject: Re: Stress Relief   Sat 02 Nov 2013, 23:18

Mocks chuckles at Rends tales of his first exploits in a town. He shakes his head as he walks back toward Rends. "Way I see it, I like you just fine. One of the finest Garou I ever did see. And if people or things are tryin to kill ya...they are gonna have to go through me. I got your back friend." By this point Mocks has made it back to Rends and is standing beside him. He makes a big deal about looking around and making sure they aren't being watched before continuing, as if what to follow is some huge secret. "And just so you know...the guy who is teaching me to fight is top notch." Mocks grins big and walks to the middle of the clearing, before holding his hands out and making a very loud declaration. "Ain't no one gettin kilt round here except by our hands." he winks at him and smiles. "In return for teachin me to fight, howsabout I teach you how to talk to people, that does include the ladies. Sound like a good deal to ya?" Mocks smiles as he walks back to Rends hands him the knives.
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PostSubject: Re: Stress Relief   Sun 03 Nov 2013, 21:01

Rends smiles and shakes the other man's hand.

"Sounds good ta me. You ain't so bad yerself. I reckon we can give each other a hand."
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