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Chris's wolf head tilts to the side, cheek almost pressing into the hard ground beneath him. The damn spirit seems to have a point. Though the Irraka can only almost wrap his head around it, linear thinking tends to be a viable mo when you can flank something and then ruin its day.
Cunning and yet wants a bell that makes noise. Contradictory and confusing, yep definitely a spirit. Is the cat asking for a name? Chris shifts slightly to look at Tristan. Damn this form.
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<<What is your name?>>
Hector garbled.
A moment later he grunted. <<We got you a bell. We can get you another bell when we are bound. We can ring many bells for you if you want>>
They had journeyed enough. He was not going to lead them back to the hotel to steal another one just to prove themselves to a fucking cat spirit.
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Tristan lets a huff escape his lupine jaws. The feline spirit's declarations really make him feel his age. Too many years among the herd, in ordered society. Life has been a give and take of respect. Honor. It wants them to think outside the box. Cunning. That they hadn't failed to placate the spirit already is beyond him.
But they haven't, have they? Involuntarily, his head raises up a little higher and his tail swishes just a little.
Then it lays another riddle at their feet. And, for once, Tristan is wishing Odin were here... to use that nifty 'name trick' he'd used to get into the pack. Hell, if it's a riddle they're probably done for. And Hector has already spoken - asking the answer and circumventing any need for thought. Tristan hopes and banks that the thing is just purposefully acting obtuse.
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The Spirit stares at them unblinking, head titled and ears flicking. The far away street lights bleeding into the alley shine through the tear in one of it's ears.
<<You are all idiots.>> the cat shaped spirit informs them, padding back to where it had been. <<Nincompoops! Numbskulls!>> it shakes itself, then shakes it's head. <<It is a wonder you are alive. Obviously you need supervision....and to keep suck a pack of dummies alive will certainly be a challenge....>> It nods to itself superiority <<I will take this burden....and we'll will see if I can teach a Nameless Pack full of Names anything.>>
It sits again, ragged tail tucked neatly around it's feet.
<<I am Necessary Guile>>
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<<Yes. We lack understanding of Cunning. Only you can teach this>>
Hector dares to approach further, closing on the now manifested cat spirit. The Cahalith knew enough of the legends to guess that this was the best way to obtain boons from the denizens of the Shadow. He only wished he knew more get more from the bond they were forging.
Let the spirit think they were in need. They probably were. Necessary Guile would impart hard lessons, but being the only Pack in the city, they were probably the kind of lessons they needed to learn; it would be too easy to fall into a pattern, too easy to become set in their ways. Too complacent.
Shall we start drawing this scene to a close. Anything else can be mapped with XP and the Totem merit. And then we can move forward
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<<Obviously.>> Necessary Guile nods self-importantly, <<I will teach you, and be your Totem.>> the feline spirit uncoils it's tail and stretches, arching it's back.
<<And you will be my Bells. For your fur is shiny and you make noise.>> Necessary Guile nods once more, again with that feline air of superiority, before tilting it's head, and blinking up at the Pack of Spirit Named Bells, and blinks, one eye after the other.
Aaaaand End! I'll throw a OOC thread up to sort of Necessary Guile!
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