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Post by RekKa on Jun 24, 2007 20:48:19 GMT -5
Festivities are starting down at the campground. The wedding looks to be starting in about an hour and a half, with the reception immediately to follow.
"Have fun," Sings says, turning to leave into the crowd of people.
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Post by Jack Logan on Jun 24, 2007 22:12:16 GMT -5
Woot! Jack loves celebrations, usually - they let him really ham it up! He'll scope the place out, make small talk with any attractive young lasses that cross his path, and keep an eye out for both his cousin and Michael.
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Post by RekKa on Jun 24, 2007 23:15:17 GMT -5
You find Michael. Well, more like he finds you.
"Heyy! How ya' feelin'?"
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Post by Jack Logan on Jun 25, 2007 0:40:23 GMT -5
"Better, thanks fer askin'. Still reelin' a bit, tho', o'er it all. Say, your bro - is my cos marryin' a werewolf too?"
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Post by RekKa on Jun 25, 2007 9:43:17 GMT -5
"Naw. He's kin, like yer cos."
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Post by Jack Logan on Jun 25, 2007 12:33:18 GMT -5
"Alroit then - didn't want her goin' into somfin' like tha' without knowin', ya know?" Jack pauses. He's full of questions about what it's like to be a werewolf and what it all means and how to do this that and the other thing, but it's a fairly public place, and the wedding is set to begin soonish. He decides on a different topic.
"So, I take it you and yer, pack I guess, are ye Travellers like me and my folk? What do you do?"
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Post by RekKa on Jun 25, 2007 20:28:54 GMT -5
"Yeah, I suppose you could call us that. We wander 'round the countryside, gatherin' info... relayin' messages... all sorts of stuff. I don't think you'll find life too dull with my lot."
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Post by Jack Logan on Jun 26, 2007 1:21:50 GMT -5
"Sounds interestin'. What kinda messages d'ya relay?"
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Post by RekKa on Jun 26, 2007 12:20:09 GMT -5
"Mmm, usually information about the plans of the Wyrm and its minions. The Wyrm is the Garou's main enemy--it seeks to destroy Gaia an' all creation cos' it's flippin' insane."
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Post by Jack Logan on Jun 26, 2007 14:56:45 GMT -5
"Ok, so what's Gaia? And what's th' Wyrm? Is it some sort o' giant slimy worm-type thing?"
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Post by RekKa on Jun 26, 2007 19:23:39 GMT -5
"Gaia.... she's the spirit of everything. Um, the Wyrm's part of the Triat, basically three big spirits of creation, destruction, and order. They were supposed 'ta keep each other in balance, but then the Wyrm went crazy and tried killing everything instead of just clipping out what wasn't needed. Um, you'd have to ask Last to Sing for the full story--she'd be able to tell you the whole thing much better than I can. All ye need ta know is that we're supposed to save Gaia from the Wyrm."
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Post by Jack Logan on Jun 26, 2007 22:27:17 GMT -5
"An' how are we ta' do that? Killin' stuff, roit? I ent the best scrapper, I know lots o' blokes better'n me, but I bet I coul' take 'em on as a werewolf!"
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Post by RekKa on Jun 26, 2007 23:57:30 GMT -5
"You bet. I'm sure yo'll make do."
He looks down at his watch. "Looks like ceremony'll start here in a few. If we get split up, I want you out of th' campground by sunset. 'M still not sure wha's wrong with ya, but ya pretty much went just about at sunset last night, soon as it got dark out. We'll see."
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Post by Jack Logan on Jun 27, 2007 0:08:07 GMT -5
"Roight. Guess I'll see ya' on the aisle, then! An' don' worry nothing, I ent gonna let ya' split wi'out me!"
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Post by RekKa on Jun 27, 2007 20:27:30 GMT -5
He waves, and goes off to finish getting into his tux.
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