Mason had been investigating someone when the storm had hit. There, he had taken shelter and beheld what may well have been the end of the world... but it wasn't.

 ... and, after it was done, Mason beheld a purification unlike anything he had ever seen. The city had been overtaken by vines and spirits of the Wyld. Graffiti had been washed away. Dirt, grime, and age had been washed away. Even the ruins looked new in the light of the morning after... as if they had been built that way on purpose.

 Time had passed and reconstruction began. Synths began to swarm the city, rebuilding it at breakneck speeds (focusing primarily on housing and places to get essentials for living).

 His office had been destroyed, leaving him without a base of operations.

 He had been out checking a particularly troublesome spirit in the area when they tore down the office. He merely responds with "Hey who said to tear down my office? Synths just follow orders right! So who gave the order huh?" he yells rather impotent, but needing to vent. For all his faith in the Triat. He knew he was alone in that moment. Wasn't the First time he had nothing, but he didn't leave all his eggs in the one basket. There was no way anyone got them all. And so he heads towards his nearest stash. All good investigators had backups.  Well not before grabbing a rock and tossing it at where his office had stood along with his favorite jacket.

 Mason managed to find his stash in a destroyed ruin. It wouldn't be long before the synths got to this building too. Wherever they went, the Weaver followed, gradually replacing the Wyld spirits that had sprung up.

 The cataclysm had purified the spirits of corruption wherever its waters had touched, washing them away completely, leaving only ruin and the retaking of the world by nature.

 ... but humans had begun to return. Some never left... and so there still remained some spirits of humanity (including the ones feeding upon their vices).

 Still, there had never been a time when an area so dominated by the Weaver and Wyrm had been overun by the Wyld like this.

 Still, most of the beings sharing the city with you now were not human. Most looked like humans but they were something else: Vampires, Changelings, Mages, and Synths. Of the Uratha, he was outnumbered greatly by the Dancers of the Black Spiral... so meeting any Garou here was a dangerous proposition and they were gaining ground rapidly, corrupting what had been cleansed by the cataclysm

 However, there was a bit of a problem with the stash. The area was filled with mages. They had overtaken the ruin.

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 Fate

 Fate found herself in a life mage den in a ruined building. They were teaching what she had sought to learn. They chose to live in the ruins because they were closer to nature. It felt more like a hippie commune than a mage enclave.

  "A room full of mages great. Can't find a local I can trust as far as Uratha go. Could go all furry and nuclear option. Could just walk in like I own the place and get my stuff and walk out. Yeah that will work. Or I could go in and try to gain allies. Ok that is crazy Mason. Namespeakers not Uratha." he says to himself.

  A plan is only as good as the person carrying it out. This was a time when run and gun would get him killed. Diplomacy probably wasn't gonna work. So just own it might get his stash and make allies who knows.

   Before he goes all I own the place move. He does take a moment to assess the number of mages and what they are exactly doing. He doesn't care that they are there. At this point just another obstacle  to be over come.

06:47, Today: Mason rolled 3 successes using 7d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 6,3,5,9,6,10(+9),7.  Stealth approach .

 There are about a dozen Namespeakers. Most seem to be stoned out of their mind. However, one in particular is not.

OOC: I know this is a short post. I'll lengthen it or add another post later in the day.

Fate approached the mages not in a threatening manner just in a direct manner. "Who is the lead mage here please?"

  A dozen drunk Namespeakers. That could be a good thing and make this easier. Could be bad that many mages. Only one way to get his stash it looks like. The sneaky approach is probably bad seeing as they are drunk might spook them and they don't take well to that. Making friends with a bunch of drunks isn't a good idea so I own the place seems best.

   With that in mind Mason finds the nearest entrance and goes inside waving as he passes the one non-drunk. He heads directly to his stash and gets the total contents out before walking back to the entrance. That is the sequence assuming he doesn't get stopped clearly.

 The lead mage was also stoned out of his mind but he smiled warmly (you have been training with them for most of the day at this point)


 However, as she was learning from the stoners, a man who was clearly not a mage walked in and took some things out of a room, waving at the other mages (who waved back)

"Does that man waving his hands work for you?" Fate pointed out the man making his way through one of the rooms.

 The leader of the life mages squinted at the newcomer and thought for a minute. "Nah, man. Looks like he's just doing his own thing. S'not our building anyway. Gotta share the wealth when you can."

 Whatever he'd been smoking (you detected traces of ground pixie. It had been growing in popularity with mages since the viral video of Noah dancing the Futterwakken in the street) had boosted his magical power but has relaxed him far too much.

  Mason pauses for a moment. "You aren't drunk or high why is that? And more to the point why are they?" he asks from the door to the room.

"awom... did you know that the only part of your reflection can lick is the tip of your tongue... but you can look at any object and know exactly how it will feel on your tongue without having ever felt it on your tongue." Came a random voice from a random life mage.

"They think it brings them closer to nature. I..." Fate answered simply. "don't partake and have been keeping a small space between me and the potential of a contact high to keep my wits about me. Who are you?"

  "Ahhh so hippie Namespeakers....that might have been a little fun after all. Oh well. You can call me Mason. I was a private investigator prior to our little rain storm. The room back there held one of my stashes. I was merely collecting it. And you are?" he asks rather rakishly.

"... Some day will be the last day we ever see one another... and we will never know it when it happens..."

She waited for the mage to finish speaking his nonsense then answered nonchalantly. "My name is Fate. One of your stashes? This building used to belong to you?"

  "See in my previous line of work occasionally you get a jealous husband who thinks you are playing with his wife. Reality is he is the one I'm watching. Or you get the ginger who is a little to big for his jeans. Helps to have these to lay low for a couple days. Cash, a gun unloaded of course, backup set of IDs, you know the usual. Don't imagine half of this will be useful right now, but I didn't exactly plan for the Wyld to go batshit insane and have a magical rainy day on New York so can't complain. And no I just rented a literal hole in the wall from the previous owner." he says fully expecting her to laugh.

"If a horror movie included a second amendment enthusiast, it would be a very short movie..."

She didn't laugh she just looked at him and replied, "I see. And magical huh? What do you know of that?"

"Magic nope not nearly as much as these fellas. Spirit yes. Kinda my night time job." he pauses. "We are living in for all intents and purposes is a giant living intelligent plant monster. Well that might be a bit far. Ok fine it is way far, but not completely inaccurate."

"If love is blind... how can we believe in love at first sight?"

  "If I didn't feel the urgent need to find out what is actually going on I could sit here and talk with these stoners for hours just for fun. Maybe find some cheetos, or make a few dozen pizzas. Point is I'd at least get a laugh or six. And love is blind but we see with our heart and our soul. They call like to like."

"What do you think is going on?"

"Cha... Are you?"

  "What do you know of the Triat? In a perfect world they exist in balance. The Wyld births ideas, the Weaver codified them, and the Wyrm destroyed them to make room for more things. With me so far?" he asks more so that he doesn't have to repeat that part. "The Wyld got mad one day and well look around you. Ever seen anything like this? Hmm....I haven't been tending the Umbra around here for months for nothing. Finally had a little beachhead before the storm. Nice little quiet area. They came to me if they needed help. I could ask small favors. You know the beginning of Nice things. Then I go up a skyscraper and watch the Wyld get mad. But not destructive nope she created something. And that is what I aim to find out then find a spot I can call mine more or less and start building a haven for the spirits again a quiet "safe" place. At least until the Spirals show and they always do. Questions?" he says to her. "No. Yes. No. No. Yes. No. Possibly. Third drawer from the right. And Bob is your Uncle." he says to the hippie in a cheery voice. Followed by "That might keep him busy. For a bit."

PM

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"Spirals? Then you know about werewolves? They're no ally of mine either... You're not a hunter are you?"

"How can your brain and body replicate the feeling of falling from a high place in your dreams if you’ve never actually experienced that before?"

  "Wolves or Spirals? Big difference. No not a Hunter those guys give me the creeps. And you are Mage not a lot to be friendly about most days. But times being what they are...." he says with his hands opened a little and a shoulder shrug.

"Spirals, though I don't know any wolves personally. And yes I am a mage. I came here so that I could learn healing magic. I think now I'm pretty well caught up. If you are looking for something maybe my friends can help."

"Everything is a boomerang if you throw it up."

 "To be fair not all Uratha are evil like the Spirals. But that is a conversation for another time. Do you have any idea what is actually going on?" he asks hoping her answer is more illuminating than his own. "Or better yet do you have an idea of a place to setup to figure this out if you don't know?"

"I'm afraid I don't. I've been out of the loop for a little while, but I suppose I do know of a safe place."
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"Each time you light your lighter, it gets lighter... until your lighter gets so light it wont light..."

PM

"Follow me." Fate turned and started walking toward the portal, "Mistral I'm bringing someone who needs some help." Fate spoke to seemingly nothing.

 "See this is why I think you guys are a little weird some days." he hefts his satchel with his stuff and follows Fate. "Who is this Mistral? And is this safe?"

 OOC: going to post on Mist's behalf for this to keep her out of so many threads unless she wants to post.

 A few moments later, Mason found himself in a cavernous amphitheatre. Further, the colossal structure (many stories high) was lit by omnipresent lighting. It seemed mostly empty but was constructed so that many thousands of people could be in attendance. Above were honeycombed apartments ending in balconies overlooking the amphitheatre.

 Roughly at that time, a roar echoed throughout the structure from one of the apartments.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xKJp_5lKiXI

  "That does not sound good..." as he drops his duffel. At his feet and kicks his boots off.

A feminine voice spoke in a French accent, barely higher than a whisper but easily heard in the cavernous amphitheater.  "Whether it is safe will depend on you, mon ami."

The figure of a hooded woman stood several paces away, white-and-blue hair flowing out of the shadows that hid her face.  It was oddly difficult to fix one's attention upon her, as if she were always in the periphery.  "What sort of help does this one need, then?"

Overhead Noah came from one the balconies and started calmly snaking his way through the air. The long dragon left a prime fire trail lagging behind him a short distance as he made his lazy laps. It was more of a show for the people as if he was being lazy and calm the roar was safe for residents.

Fluffy did not normally roar after all.

"Mason, these are my friends Mistral" Fate gestured toward the hooded woman, "and Noah." She gestured toward the dragon. "He was talking about the Triat and trying to find a safe place."

  "At the moment I need somewhere I can work from as a base as I repair the Umbra as best as a lone Uratha can. I doubt I can do a lot for now, but I had a good setup once just a matter of time before I do again. That would be most helpful. Unless either of you know what made the Wyld got a little nuts." he says after bowing to both Mistral and Noah. "Better to assume hostility right now when I hear roars than not. Safer for them that way."

Mistral answered drily, "You will need to be more specific when you ask about 'things going a little nuts', because there have been at least a dozen major events in the last weeks that fit the criteria.  We are doing what we can to reduce that number."

The claim to repair the Umbra was interesting enough to get this fellow in the door, however.  The hooded woman said, "Space is one thing we have in ample supply.  Bienvenue en France, Mason.  This way, if you would."  She turned on her heel and strode off toward a vast stairwell climbing up into the honeycomb chambers high above.  Somehow ascending what had felt like a single flight of stairs saw them arriving at a long balcony walkway overlooking the cavernous amphitheater from a height of at least five stories.  A row of curious hexagonal doors opened off the walkway into ballroom-sized hexagonal living chambers, each with its own set of wildly varying features.  One had windows looking outside, one had a trio of glowing pools, one had webs of metal vines hanging from the ceiling.  The only consistent feature was everything being just a bit oversized.

As they passed by the chambers from which Mason was apparently being offered to choose his own, Mistral said to him, "It so happens we have encountered a malaise within a local region's Shadow.  The Umbra, as you call it.  Mangy wolf-spirits, a creeping spectral rot upon the trees, and a missing cairn spirit.  The local tribe's leader is a misguided fellow by the name of Gaston, who had something of a disagreement with our roaring friend.  Perhaps you might handle the matter better than we have."

  "Either we get along like oil and fire or we will be running this town in a week Mistral." he says with a chuckle. "I was able to see the storm from above. We got lucky The Wyld created. It could have been much worse. Can I ask is Noah a shifter? Not many of us left in the city."

He looks in each of the rooms. "I appreciate the help greatly. Fate had some weird friends. A good laugh but weird. I was thinking that if the Wyld went mad what I'd this was just the beginning? What if we are in for more drastic changes? Most of my Tribe wouldn't ask these questions. They would just find someone to kill and do that. We have bigger concerns though. You seem to be gathering people to do what exactly? Sorry I like to ask questions." he sets his bag down in the room with the glowing pools "If prophecy were ever needed these would help focus my thoughts I think."

PM

"You saw the storm from above.  Intéressante.  Your view was surely better than the view from within it."  Mistral glanced up to Noah swooping through the cavernous space above the amphitheater and answered, "He is not a shifter in the sense that you mean.  His nature no longer easily quantified."


Mistral's reply to the worries about further drastic change was a philosophical one, "Existence is change, and the changes come rapidement, of late."  They stopped outside a room with the trio of glowing pools, and she paused to consider his last question.  She turned her hooded head to look out over the amphitheater at the many and varied wayward individuals gathered over the past months, each from their own dreadful circumstances.  It did indeed give the impression of preparations for something, but what, exactly?

At last Mistral answered, "The Ark cabal endeavors to hold this world together against the forces that threaten to tear it asunder.  We keep busy."

A lengthy pause, then she added, "All sympathetic to that cause are welcome here, but are also free to go when and where they wish.  If you wish to stay there is much to be done for the local Umbra.  If you prefer to tend to the remains of New York we do have doors that lead there."  Mason seemed to have settled on the chamber with the trio of glowing pools, an arrangement to which Mistral inclined her head in assent.  "If you wish for more personalized furnishings I will arrange a meeting with my daughter, our interior decorator.  Be warned that she is très créatif."  Mistral turned then to Fate and asked, "Have you selected quarters of your own, mon amie?"

"Ever been to the coast at high tide? And watched it go to low tide in seconds? Watching the storm was similar to that,but not. So many similar things,but oh so many things that were not the case."

"One must tend to their own house before helping their neighbor. The local Umbra first so we have an area that is stable for the most part. Then we can expand that." he says before pondering

"Très bien."  Mistral entered the ballroom-sized chamber Mason had selected as his own and approached an empty wall of shiny black slate.  She performed a strange series of gesticulations before it that were difficult for the eye to follow and spoke words that sounded like an insensible buzzing in Mason's ear.  With a final gesture Mistral finished with whatever it was she was doing, although nothing seemed to have changed.

Mistral then went on to explain the broad details of what she and Noah discovered at the Romani traveler trailer park and the spiritual sickness taking root there, the missing cairn spirit and the obnoxious shifter Gaston who had riled up a mob of local townsfolk to violence, and whom they'd left on bad terms.  OOC: details on the situation can be found in the Beauty and the Tarrasque thread, and even more and better details from our wonderful STs :)

After that explanation she gestured to the wall and explained, "Once you've settled in here and are prepared to investigate this matter, you may go to the place in question like so."  Mistral faced the blank wall, performed a pushing gesture and spoke the key words, 'I want adventure in the great-wide somewhere.'  A circular portal instantly opened in the stone with edges limned with brightly-glowing vapors.  The portal looked out into a small forest glade surrounded by lush foliage, with a large and distinctive oak tree at its center.  She then performed a pulling gesture and spoke the key words 'I want much more than this provincial life.' to close the portal again.  Mistral explained that the Romani trailer park was a half mile due North from the portal.

Mason watched the ritual as best he could. "Keying it to me?"

While she explained the situation he listened and made "understanding noises" at the proper intervals. Normally I stay out of other threads, but I shall enjoy reading that one I am sure. It's a courtesy thing. If Mason shouldn't know I don't that way I don't be bad.

"So you have a Portal Network? Neat. Key phrases gotcha. One question and not that it is likely, but what if the portal gets closed and I am there. Is there a command phrase for that?" he asks as if he were planning possibilities and thinking ahead.

Mistral regarded Mason for a long moment from within the shadows of her hood, then said evenly, "The Porte shall close of its own accord after you have passed through, but may be reopened from the other side with the same key-words."  She added, "The Porte is invisible when closed, but will remain in the precise same location nonetheless."

The possibility that anyone might become lost in a thick forest or have difficulty finding an invisible spot in a random clearing did not seem to occur to Mistral.  At least there was a large oak tree to serve as a landmark.
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  After a moment Mason excuses himself to get ready to go deal with the issue, but before he does that. "I am unable to speak French. Seeing as this is some random town in France. I am assuming English is going to be rare." he states. "Any chance you know of a way around that?"

  Once Mistral leaves he sets the duffel on the bed. He then starts to unpack the stash. Money, empty guns, knives, several sets of clothes later. He chuckles. "Not exactly how I figured my day would go."

"Many of my countrymen speak English well enough, although they will likely consider you un rustre américain for insisting upon it in France."  Mistral put a finger to her lips and considered, then offered. "I do have a way around every language barrier, but I have only ever utilized it upon myself.  It should work on others... en théorie."  She gave a faint smile and asked drily, "Would you care to be a guinea pig fluent in all languages?"

Should Mason agree to be a test subject, Mistral would speak a single cryptic syllable with a gesture toward his forehead.  She then asked him in French, "<Can you understand my words?  Let us hear your enunciation.>"  Mason understood her words perfectly despite having never been fluent in French prior to now.  In fact, he reckoned that right now he could speak, read and write in any language.
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  "I don't mind being considered an uneducated moron. Helps folks underestimate me which leads to them slipping up."

"Pourquoi madame je crois que c'est vraiment intéressant. Je vous remercie beaucoup, mais puis-je demander combien de temps cela devrait-il durer ? Simplement par curiosité." he says. He clasps his hands over his mouth. <"Truly amazing ma'am. Thank you. Times like this I wonder why we are usually so hostile to each other and then I remember.">

Why madam I believe that this is truly interesting. I thank you much, but might I ask how long should this last?  Merely as a curiousness. Going forward I will stay with what the norm is for that. Just IC it made more sense that way.

Mistral answered in French, "<Twenty four hours.  Speak to me again if you would find it useful for longer.  Your accent is quite serviceable.>"

The archmage gave an enigmatic smile to the remark about their kinds being hostile, and replied, "<I find that we of supernatural nature hold far more in common than we do differences, and that what we do is more important than what we are.  To presume hostility is unproductive, at best.>"  She inclined her head to Mason and said, "<Let us hope we have not underestimated each other's capacity for civility, no?  Better not to test such things, for surely it would go poorly.>"  The tone of that final word left little doubt which of them she believed it would go poorly for.

The faint smile returned to Mistral's lips, and she said, "<Will there be anything else?>"

 He takes a moment to think. "I am not the best with my words sometimes. I meant no disrespect. We see that working together and finding a way to share the loci is in our best interests. But our groups as a whole do not. That is simple truth. As you probably know my kind rarely runs alone. I have chosen that to protect that which my kind has given up on. They gave up for reasons I disagree with. I seek knowledge. And I am as you know an Uratha. One makes me take verbal short cuts and the other makes me short tempered. Like it or not in my case. See there I go again." the beginning is stilted and formal sounding as if it is something he has memorized. And the last is said with some humor to it.

"No disrespect taken.  The historic difficulty between our kinds is a fact worth noting, and you are wise to address it."  Mistral maintained a placid expression and tone of voice throughout this exchange, "I share your hope that we might one day move past such unfruitful divisions.  I believe a time is soon coming where greater circumstances will oblige us all to choose whether to ally for survival or die divided.  There is much yet to be done, but we have made a start."

Mistral found it interesting that Mason ran alone, which was indeed unusual for les loups-garous, as he said himself.  She then asked, "You say that you run alone, but is that your preference?  There are likely some here who would assist in your work, if you wish it."
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"I work alone out of habit. Generally both easier and much safer if I do. Most folks don't handle bloodbaths well which is what happens if I go full on monster mode if you will. I have a gun but it is for show. Most back down when I pull a gun and point it in their direction. And if it doesn't well getting shot isn't much so long as it is a normal round." he jokes mostly because he knows it is true. "However since I don't know this group of wolves I am more than willing to take help with me. Who or what did you have in mind?"

OOC: Mistral has been given a list of available NPCs. I'm gonna let her make the decision on who to contact (mostly because I want to see the crew she puts together for this :P)

Mistral inclined her head in acknowledgment, "I will make inquiries."

After a few minutes spent conferring either via slate or less-conventional means, the hooded archmage turned back to Mason and said, "I have gathered for you a team.  Do not be deceived by appearances.  First, allow me to introduce mon ami synthétique, Scar."  A well-built, dark-skinned man with a telltale scar marring half of a handsome face appeared in a swirl of mist.  He looked more or less like a regular guy, albeit one who could handle himself.

"Next, Wraith, a spirit from the dead storms of Stygia."  A fluffy black cat appeared and plopped down next to Mistral.  The feline fixed Mason with an ill-tempered glare, then let out a low-pitched meow that vibrated the floors, "MAOW."

"Last but never least, Chevalier Jitters, spirit knight of the black bean and a steadfast ally through many difficulties."  Through the chamber door marched an extraordinarily large squirrel in full knightly regalia with a katana sheathed across his back and a steely look in his beady black eyes.  The rodent knight performed a courtly bow toward Mason and then stood at attention.

Mistral turned to each of them and said, "Mes amies, this is Mason.  He is a new potential member of the Ark who seeks to mend damage done to the Shadow, starting here.  Would you be willing to aid him?"  Mason might think such bizarre companions to perhaps be a setup to some sort of prank, but Mistral and definitely Sir Jitters were taking it quite seriously.

 Scar was still wearing a construction uniform and was covered with dirt but he offered Mason a friendly smile and a handshake.


 Wraith simply sits and stares at you judgingly without making any other moves. Despite being a cat, his very presence fills the air with menace.


 Finally, Jitters the squirrel. After his bow, he takes his place at Scar's side.

  "Ok then. A G-Man, a not cat, and a physical spirit. This should be interesting." he says. He shakes Scar's hand. "Wait a sec did you just say that the cat is a spirit of the Soul Storm of Stygia? Yeah that explains that."

 When Jitters bows to him he bows back not as courtly and not nearly as cleanly. "For now I can understand you no matter what you say thanks to Mistral, but at somewhere around 24 hours that will cease. So in case we are in the field longer than 24 hours all of you at least understand English right?"

 Jitters nodded. "Of course."

 Scar shook Mason's hand with a smile. "Yes sir. I understand all languages."

 However, Wraith just stared at you. "Maow."

 The sound that death cat made was pure bass. Deeper than any cat you'd ever heard before, somehow adding even more weight to the small cat's imposing presence.

  "Alright then folks let us see what we can find out about this wolf problem we have." Mason says as he opens the portal and moves to the French countryside. They make the hike to the known border of what the wolves should consider their area and he lets out a human sounding howl. He just stands there waiting for a response.

 The others join Mason on his hike and, roughly 10 minutes later, a young woman comes out of the trees. She eyes present company and speaks. The French in her voice is thick but you can understand it without trouble.

 "And who are you, Lone Wolf, to be in such company?"
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  "I was told a story about a town being controlled by some of us. We stopped doing that a long time ago. So I came to see if this was true. And if so why would one of our most basic laws be broken. I knew I was out numbered so these beings were asked to come along." he kind of shrugs. "I seek peace nothing more and an understanding of why. Balance must be maintained as best as we can. Otherwise consequences follow swiftly."

 "'Controlled' isn't really the word I'd use. 'Influenced' is perhaps a bit more appropriate. I'm assuming you have already met the mages. They have unleashed the Tarrasque upon the world and seek to protect it. Mages have trouble with their magic when humans are present so we gathered those who had already been terrorized by the creature to aid us in exterminating it."

  "Influenced isn't a whole lot better, but it is a start. And what do you mean, by Tarresque? A terror spirit? Or some kind of animal?" he asks more for clarification on what they were dealing with. "And why would they do that? Also and I'm curious how you know that they did that?"
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 "Because they admitted to it! It is a large, invisible monster with spines and claws, capable of rending the limbs off a fully transformed Garou.... and it has, multiple times."

  "Ok well that settles that then. So why is this Tarrasque attacking only Garou? Why us as opposed to say wiping out the humans in the area?" he asks unsure of exactly where this would go. But answers and attempting to gain some level of peace were his main concern. "Believe me all I seek is a resolution. Peaceful is the preferred route, but I know how all this normally plays out."

 "It's not only us. It has stalked many of the villagers and has already attacked one of them. It's why they were so eager to join us on our last hunt. It ended... poorly."

"I see. Now the fact it was one villager that was attacked makes for an interesting situation. Werewolves and one lone villager. Interesting. Ok so one last question. Would you like to find some actual answers Miss...? You know I never got your name. I am Mason." he says as if forgetting the niceties of interaction was commonplace.

 "Auria... and yes, yes I would."

 She didn't seem offended. The nicities of interaction were often forgotten among the Garou.

 "Now would you happen to have any information on the villager that was attacked? Mainly was the method the same as the Garou that were attacked." he says more friendly and offers to let her walk first. "I have a few working theories, but without what happened to him, I'm assuming it is a him, I can't be sure." he pauses to allow her to relay that information.


"Were the Garou injuries the same? Were any of them different? If so how?"
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 "A far as I can tell, the villager was spiked. I mean, we were too, but then our limbs were ripped off."