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John is seated near the fire, idly carving at a small piece of oak brach
with a small but quite serivicable pocketknife. The roughly hewn shape
of a wolf juts out from the wood, the head and forelegs visible
thusfar.

Quiet moves into the sept compound with purpose in her step. Her ears go
up and her expression turns relieved as she sees John. Good! I need
you.

John folds the knife and arches an eyebrow in the theurge's direction.
"What can I do for you?"

Nightflash enters the compound from the south.

Quiet says that a kinfetch has come to her. The time is close, and the
cub is previously unknown.

John stuffs the knife in a pocket and leaves the unfinished carving on
the ground. "Lead the way. I was beginning to think we'd run out of
cubs after we found Lou." He nods to the ahroun as he prepares to
follow Quiet out of the compound.

Nightflash tilts an ear curiously.

Quiet says the cub is of the homid breed. Her eyes drift to the air,
then she adds, And the kinfetch indicates toward the city. She notices
the ahroun as she turns around and answers his question. A ~kinfetch~
has come. A cub nears the change.

Nightflash wonders if he should go or remain.

Quiet's ears flick, then she says if you can handle yourself in a city,
she would welcome the help. We may need to split up or take the
~Umbra.~

John nods and shifts down to wolf form. He looks toward the ahroun. You
are more than welcome to come.

Nightflash can go, although it will be best that he not be left alone.

Quiet understands. She says that she needs to step over, to make the
spirit understand that we go not toward the cub, but toward something
that will carry us to the cub. Then we will go to that thing, then the
cub. Agreed?

Defends-Wolves flicks an ear in agreement.

[The three go to get the car and go to the city.]

Andrea makes the other theurge drive, as she navigates. John gets the
interesting experience of trying to manuver an ungainly full-sized
Suburban through the rapid direction changes that Andrea fires at him.
Finally, and none too soon, she says, "Pull over here. It's slowing
down. I think it's close."

John manages to find a parking spot and maneuvers the large Suburban
into a bit clumsily, taking up the empty spot next to him just to be
safe. He shuts off the ignition and gets out, looking around
curiously. He mutters more to himself. "I've heard of backseat
driving, but that takes the cake."

Andrea's eyes are still fixed on the air, but there's nothing wrong with
her ears. She gives John an amused look, then pushes out of the SUV.

Luc climbs out last, trying several times to lift the lock before
someone explains to him that simply pulling on the door handle will
remove the lock automatically. With a glare, he slams the stupid door
shut and stuffs his hands in his pockets sulkily.

John stuff the keys in his pocket, looking to the ahroun with an amused
expression while he waits for the spirit to point out the proper
direction.

Andrea doesn't look back to see the danger signs, but then, she's
probably aware they're there. A lupus ahroun in the city during full
moon, after all. Instead, she just follows a blank spot in the air
toward the school.

Outside the School of St. Uriel(#1300RJ)

The Church of St. Uriel, across the street, looms over its school as if
guarding progeny. By comparison, the aged redbrown brick before you
looks warm, even innocuous, presenting a wide, even front that's two
stories high with high, narrow windows to either side of the entrance.
Its roof has a soft slant, with well-cleaned gutters, and the discreet
sign is lettered in immaculate script which graffiti would not dare to
desecrate.
The boarding house has its own entrance and is set a little further back
from the street than the school proper, but is likewise manicured,
down to the rosebushes beneath the many-paned windows. Ivy twines up
along the somewhat more windworn corners, and continues westward along
the one-story hallway that unites boarding area with school.

Osprey Drive, just to the north, widens here enough for a bus to park
and is striped accordingly. A herringbone path, even and weedless,
extends from the boarding area to the school before circling up to the
street again; high boxwood hedges, and the chain link behind them,
prevent passage except through each pair of doubled, wide wooden
doors.

Andrea tries the door gingerly. "Locked," she says, glancing around.
"We're going to have to talk our way in or go to the other side."

Luc starts looking around.

John says "I think the shadow would be easier in this case. Fewer people
that see us the better."

Andrea sighs and nods. She backs up to the street and waits. Finally,
she raises a finger to the air and jerks her head. She turns toward
the street. "Come on," she says. "Silverton isn't that far from here,
and my pack has a place there. If it doesn't follow, we'll summon it.
I have its name."

Luc takes a deep breath and follows.

[The three go to the apartment and step over, eventually arriving at the spot.]

St. Uriel's Umbra
Like a great, dark taloned hand, blackened spires of stone thrust from
the dry, cracked earth. Reaching for a featureless sky, they spiral
from thick-stoned base to frighteningly elegant spires. They arrange
themselves in a cross, these wickedly barbed spires, showing
themselves to be the representation of some dark church; an aged,
cracked angel spreads his splintered wings, mourning beneath the dusty
cowl that hangs limply over his face. Masonry once carefully sculpted
into sunbeams lies crumbling at the derelict angel's feet.

As if in rebellious disregard for the decrepit state of this shrine,
tiny wisps of light tread softly over its pitted steps, cloaked in the
shadowy outlines of men and women. Darting between the dark, rotting
oaken doors, these flickers of brilliance fill shadowed corners with
an occasional glow.

A small, dark puddle on the groud reflects the morose scene.

On this side, the kinfetch--a small unicorn--can be seen. He trots into
the dark and forbidding umbra of the school environment with a nervous
high-step, but he still leads the three Children where they have to
go. *Here,* he says to the two theurges. *She's across here.*

John smiles at the unicorn, following along silently behind it until it
indicates where the cub resides. He glances around briefly, then peeks
through the other side to see who the newest cub is.

Quiet crouches down, so she's at eye level with the unicorn. She looks
at the other two Garou. ~Watch for me. I'll look over.~ She waits for
acknowledgement before casting her sight to the other side.

Luc doesn't peek across.

Quiet doesn't refocus her eyes, but she speaks to the Garou with her. ~I
see the one the fetch is pointing at. She's reading, but in a common
room.~ Her ears flick and she adds, ~One of the Fury cubs is in the
same room, several tables over.~

Luc raises his eyebrows at the mention of the Fury cub, since he cannot
prick his ears forward.

Quiet frowns, thinking. ~She's the one called Finds-Trouble. I don't
know her last name, or we could use her.~

Luc thinks for a moment. "Do we know any of her tribe near here?"

John sighs softly. "I don't know her either. Perhaps cause a distraction
of some sort, assuming there's a way across without our being seen?"

Quiet shakes her head. ~Our tribe has a bad history with trying that,
and it panics many people.~ She concentrates for several long moments,
head tilted, then says, ~Got it. Mark-of-Thorns knew it.~

Luc grunts softly.

Quiet stands up. ~You two can either wait here, and I will bring her
over, or you can come out and wait for me outside the school, in the
realm. I think I can get the cub to help.~

Luc says "I will go back."

John says "If they know each other, you'd probably be able to get out on
the realm side easily enough. I'll go back with Luc.""

Quiet nods again, and heads back. There's some annoyance in her posture
at all this running back and forth, but she sets to it.

[The three step back over, Andrea shifts, and then Andrea goes in after
leaving the two outside at the street.]

School of St. Uriel -- Entry Hall

Well-polished oaken floors, stained the same dark brown as the doors,
creak only slightly underfoot despite their age. The walls gleam
whitely, unscuffed; the windows are high and narrow, but there are
fluorescents in the ceiling. Air conditioning whushes faintly. A flash
of color, bright yellow, marks a 'calendar' display, including lunch
menus, and a 'map'.

Restrooms flank the main entrance, and a glass-and-wood door leads to
the inner courtyard.

Directly opposite the main entrance is a wide staircase leading upward,
next to which is the door leading to the offices. The halls continue
to the east and west from the entry, before turning the corner
southward.

Agatha walks down the stairs from above.

Andrea stands inside the doorway, waiting.

Agatha comes trotting down the stairs, carrying a history textbook under
one arm. Upon seeing Andrea, her expression changes to one of
recognition. "Oh, hi, ma'am." She seems much more comfortable in
English than when she introduced herself at the Moot.

Agatha
Agatha is about 15 years old, and quite clearly Greek by race. She's
dressed in relatively neat clothing, except for the 'artistic'
embellishments on the knees of her jeans. Her hair is pulled out of
her way into a short ponytail. She wears no jewelry. Agatha is
relatively easy to ignore, at least appearance-wise.
Agatha is currently wearing a well-worn and thoroughly decorated denim
jacket.

Andrea smiles at Agatha in return, some of the restrained tension in her
face leaving. "Thank you, mam," she says first to the teacher that
trailed after Agatha. The other woman nods, then goes back to her
duties. Andrea drops her voice as she steps up to Agatha. "Hey there."
A brief smile, then, "We have a problem. I could use your help."

Agatha looks much more interested in Andrea's problem than she was in
her history assignment. "What can I do to help you, ma'am?"

You say "There's a girl in the library you were in," Andrea briefly
describes Coda, especially the hair. "She's one of us. And she's close
to change. We need to get her out of here."

Agatha seems to understand the problem entirely. "Yes'm. I think I've
seen her smoking. I'll try to get her outside for that. Will that do?"

Andrea frowns, "Is that all the way outside the gate?"

Agatha chews on a fingernail. "No, but it is outside the building,
ma'am. If she's a boarder, she'd need permission to go outside the
gates this late, ma'am."

Andrea's frown deepens, but she looks at the ground rather than glaring
at the cub. She tries something new, "Is there anything reflective out
there?"

Agatha thinks for a moment. "The cafeteria is dark now, so the windows
might be reflective. Or maybe I could tell her I had something to show
her once she got outside?"

Andrea looks up again with a crooked smile. "I can either take her over
myself, and get her out that way, or I need to find another way to get
her off the grounds. Whatever you have that can help me, I'll take."

Agatha nods. "I'll do my best, ma'am." She grins faintly and turns to go
back up the stairs.
Agatha stops another junior on the stairs to bum a cigarette off of him,
then disappears, ignoring the boy's faintly surprised look.
Agatha heads up the stairs to the second floor.

[Andrea goes outside and waits.]

Agatha exits the school, one huge oaken door swinging shut behind her.

Coda exits the school, one huge oaken door swinging shut behind her.

Agatha flicks her lighter until it catches, then lights the cigarette in
her hand. She walks over to another junior and asks him for a butt.
She gets one, along with a slightly surprised look, followed by a
glance at the ninth grader.

Coda is following Agatha out, looking about her in a somewhat suspicious
manner, until she sees her light up. She sighs, in what could be
relief, but it's difficult to tell, since any expression is carefully
covered by her hair.

Agatha turns around and hands Coda the cigarette, offering the relit
lighter. She heads slowly away from the rest of the smokers, a step at
a time.

Andrea stands in the shadows, near the darkened cafeteria windows.

Coda takes the cigarette, and lights it expertly, taking a deep drag on
it. She relaxes, visably, after exaling the smoke. She turns to follow
Agatha. "Thanks. I can't tell you how much I've needed one."

Agatha flashes the younger girl a grin. "You were looking sort of
jittery." She turns back towards the older students and holds her
cigarette near her mouth. If Coda is paying close attention, though,
she'll notice that she doesn't actually take a drag.

Coda is too busy trying not to burn her hair to notice. She takes locks
of the purple hair and tucks it behind the ears. Now that she's gotten
that taken care of, she can smoke freely. "Yeah, well..." she scowls,
apparantly at her own lack of aptitude for small-talk.

Andrea remains where she is, out of main view and standing in the
shadows. If Agatha hadn't know she was there waiting, she might have
overlooked her. Certainly the chainsmokers on the stairs seem to have
done so. She watches the two cubs approach, staying quiet until
they're close.

Agatha slowly leads Coda over to the shadows near the darkened cafeteria
windows. Once they're completely in the shadows, she drops her
cigarette and steps on it, grinding it into the dirt.

Coda shakes her head, seeing that the cigarette is still mostly there.
"You don't smoke much, do you," she asks pointedly.

Agatha grins at Coda. "I do not smoke at all. I would like you meet an
acquaintance of mine. Here she is, Andrea-rhya." Her tone towards the
shadows is quite respectful.

Coda
There's something dark about this mid-teen, something other than just
her usual choice in wardrobe. Perhaps it's the way she walks, kind of
slouched but with purpose or, perhaps it's the way she hangs her head
just so, letting her dyed metallic purple hair obscuring her face.
What can be seen of her face is that it's heart-shaped with small
features, and her eyes have an almost asian touch to them. The eyes
themselves are an unassuming shade of olive that does nothing to hide
the resentment she holds. Her hands, as well as the rest of her, are
very slight, very fragile with the fingernails painted black. When she
speaks, it's as if she's swallowing her words so that they come out
almost monotone and rather sarcastic.
Currently she's wearing what's typical for her. She sports black Dr.
Marten's boots, which have seen better days. A black lace skirt hangs
down to her ankles, hiding the black tights she chooses to wear, and
to hide her figure. A Type-O Negative t-shirt that is entirely too big
for her is also worn, as well as a black jeans-jacket.

Andrea nods at the purple-haired teenager with a smile. Her voice is
alto and pitched fairly soft. "Hello." She glances at Agatha and back
again at Coda. "I'm glad to meet you."

Coda mouths the word "Rhya" as it sparks something in her memory. Her
gaze snaps up to eye Andrea warily. "Uh, yeah. Me too." She doesn't
sould half conviced she is, though.

Agatha takes half a step back towards the light, placing Coda between
herself and Andrea.

Andrea begins to reach for Coda before she even begins speaking. "I need
to show you something." She's reaching to grasp Coda's wrist of the
hand without the cigarette.

Coda shies away after being touched. "You do?" she asks suspiciously.
"What?"

Agatha moves to block the younger, smaller girls path somewhat. "You'll
like it," she says with a grin.

Coda looks behind her at Agatha, and her eyes pop open wide. "Oh my god.
You're part of some cult." She tries to tug her hand free of Andrea's
grasp, but she can't quite manage it.

Andrea's smile widens very slightly, her manner still friendly. "I'll
show you." Even as she's speaking, she turns her head to look in the
reflective surface of the darkened windows. Her hand is still firmly
grasped around the uncomfortable teenager's wrist. Coda's gasp causes
her to narrow her eyes and almost push across the Gauntlet with a
force of will.

Agatha shrugs faintly. "Sort of. Have fun." As she sees that Andrea has
a firm grip on the girl's arm, she turns back towards the light,
heading for the door.

Andrea finally comes across, dragging the new cub across the gauntlet by
her hand around the girl's wrist and the power of Gaia's gifts.
Despite the blazing moon above, St. Uriel's houses a number of uneasy
shadows and dark structures, as well as the two Gaians that wait.

Luc stands near the street, leaning against an Awakened VW bus.

John waits near the ahroun, nodding to Andrea and the cub once they
arrive. "Welcome back."

Coda freezes as soon as she's in the Umbra. "The hell is this?" she asks
to herself, making no attempt to mask her fear.

Andrea doesn't release her hold--maybe in fear that the girl would bolt.
"This is the spirit world. The reflection of the world you've always
lived in, until now."

Coda closes her eyes and tells herself that she's not hallucinating. She
opens them, and a look of grim determination crosses her face as she
begins to struggle a little more. "Um, yeah. That's great. Do you mind
too terribly much if you just take me back to the, uh, real world?"

John takes another look at the cub, blinking once he actually notices
her appearance. He shrugs it off. "You're not in any danger, but this
probably isn't the best place for this conversation. We'll get you
back there soon."

Coda shoots John a grin that's entirely without humor. "Yeah. I remember
that line. That's the same thing they told my mom before..." She stops
herself in mid-sentance, figuring that arguing wouldn't do her any
good. She just tugs to free her arm from Andrea's grip that much
harder.

Luc rolls his eyes skyward. "Always more diff-i-cult with humans," he
mutters to John. "You tell wolf to come, wolf comes." His voice
carries an alien accent.

Andrea lets go, finally. "Don't run," she warns. "There are dangerous
things here." She turns to John and says, "Find somewhere to step
over. There's a fountain nearby, if you can't find anything else and
no one's around. Drive back to my apartment and pick us up." She looks
at Coda briefly and says, lowly, "I don't think we're going to be able
to leave this one at Patrick's place."

John shrugs at the ahroun, though he certainly seems to be in agreement
with the statement, then nods to the elder theurge. "No problem. I'll
meet you there in a few minutes." He heads off, eventually crossing
over in a nearby puddle.

Coda falls on her ass as she's totally unprepared fore it. She scrambles
backweards until she has her back to the wall. She spends a few
minutes to try to get her breathing under control. "What do you want
from me?"

Luc starts up the street. "To walk."

Andrea turns to Coda. "There's a lot we have to explain to you. I'm
sorry that we didn't know you were here earlier." She nods at Luc's
statement. "But we need you to walk. Those dangerous things could
cause problems for us all. Best to get out, then talk." She motions
her hand with a wave, indicting Coda should follow Luc.

Coda narrows her eyes at Andrea, not entirely trusting her, but sensing
some kind of truth behind what she says. "Getting out is good," she
agrees, getting to her feet.

Andrea speaks a little as the trio walk. "Not all of it is this ugly and
scary, or this dangerous. Just most of the city."

Coda nods slowly. "The city is bad. Gotcha."

Luc looks back over his shoulder. "She learns fast."

Andrea's smile returns, briefly. "In a simplistic way, yes."

Coda shoves her hands in her pockets. "Gee. Thanks," she says acridly.

Luc continues to walk ahead of the two females, radiating agression.

Coda is staying well the hell away from Luc. Well, as far as she dares.

[Through a variety of actions, the four end up on the island in
Ouroboros territory.]

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