Yet another at the moon

[Christian Linch]

Christian, when he falls, drops into the fetal position, scrunched up in an attempt to protect his face and dangling bits. He opens one of them when the people start talking. "Really? You're not going to shoot me?" He sounds deliriously happy at the idea of not being shot again. All the bitemarks are healing with the speed that everyone but him is used to, but the bullet wound is a big, angry red and black hole in his leg. It's apparently not healing at all.

((Bah, spending the rest of my essence to heal all the Lethal over the next 3 turns. Only got the two Agg left))

He takes the shirt, it's like a circus tent on him. "Thanks. As a matter of fact, I would really, really like to get away from here. So where are we going?" He gets up and tries walking, but he's stumbling on his gimp leg."Okay, if you can carry my faster than I can limp, I'm all for it."

[Thistle]

"Not, going to shot you or try to bite your head off. Scouts honor." he said flashing the hand sign.
Casey glanced at the other guy who was here. He wasn't sure who he was but it did look like he could help.
"Alright, my apartment is relatively. Think you can carry him?"

[Writer]

Cory squats down and pulls Christian's arms around his shoulders. As Cory stands, he swings Christian to his back. Fortunately, the shirt was slightly big even on Cory, so it allowed for modesty. "Hang on tight, and give me your legs." Cory shifted Christian upwards to a more comfortable position (for Cory) and started to walk at a fast pace. Looking at Casey, he said, "If we run into cops, we say our buddy here was injured by some animals and we took his pants off to look at the injury. The pants probably got caught by a passing car or something. Have you seen them?" As they walked further, Cory said, "Oh, and my name is Cory."

[Christian Linch]

Well that lie would never work, Christian thinks to himself. He can't think of a better one though. He doesn't think an accurate report of the night's events would actually work very well. He looks around as they go, possibly looking for more crazy people with guns. "I'm horrifyingly embarrassed, but the name's Christian. I'd shake your hand, but I haven't done this since I was a kid, so I'm holding on for dear life." He's not really holding on for dear life, but he's got a firm grip on Corey's shoulders.

He's not quiet for long. "So. Werewolves eh?"

[Thistle]

"In a nutshell." Casey says, taking the lead. Casey Cory and Christian? There had to be a joke in there somewhere but Casey didn't want to take the time to figure it out. They needed to get out of there before the cops arrived or someone took the time to stop them. Just walk like you have a purpose and know where your going and know you're allowed to.
This isn't walking down the school hall without a pass.
Hey, the princliple has broader applications than that.
Whatever, I'm just going to keep walking.

[Christian Linch]

"Huh. Well hot damn then." He looks down at his leg, and wonders if it hurts like it does cause he got shot with silver. Is wolfsbane bad for him now? Hell if he knows. "So is it always this exciting? Crazy people chasing and shooting you and crazy psycho ghost cats with headlight eyes chasing you across town?" Although now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen the cat after all this got started. He keeps looking around, for shooters and the cat now also.

[Writer]

"Exciting?"Cory said, absently."At first, maybe, but there are responsibilities. This life as Uratha has a place in the world, just like wolves have a place in the wilderness. To ignore our responsibilities lies the path of madness."

Cory easily keeps pace with Casey, despite his burden, though he does feel Christian's weight. The man weighs nearly half again as much as Mandy, and isn't nearly as pretty. Cory squints hard, trying to focus on the matters at hand.

"And,”Cory continued, “there are enemies, as you discovered. It is best to bond with a pack. I am new to the area, but not to the life. I will teach you what I know, while we seek out others, less hostile."

The Elders who taught Cory had warned of a day when he would be a teacher, but Cory never took those words seriously. He wasn't ready to teach. He sighed, hoping he could find a pack of Hunters in Darkness to give this pup a proper education, but considering the nights violence, he might just start hoping for any Forsaken open to newcomers.

Cory looked up at the sky, feeling the New Moon hiding in the darkness between the stars. He smiled."Christian, you have changed under the New Moon's Auspice, as I once did. We have something in common."Cory glanced over at Casey and said,"And you, what moon did you first change under?"

[Thistle]

"Half and half," Casey respondes without really thinking as he looks both ways before crossing a street. "I'm a rebel that way," he kids.
They're almost to his apartment building.
"Wasn't actually that long ago. Got into a lot of 'excitement'. What did you do to piss off that guy anyway?" he asks Christian. He didn't want to think about his own first change right now.

[Christian Linch]

"Well, I don't know what I did. I got up, then that cat attacked me, I fell of my balcony and this guy tried to shove me in his car. My brain was going 'huh' while my feet were running away. Then he shot me and I turned into a wolf, or maybe I turned into a wolf and then he shot me, I'm not sure." He shrugs. "He seemed really pissed too. I mean, I do Statistical Analysis and Data Reconfiguration for a living, so unless I gave him a big ass paper cut somehow I don't see why he'd be mad at me."

[Writer]

“I don’t think the man who shot you was trying to kill you,”said Cory.“He only shot you once, right? If he wanted you dead, why not just empty his gun into your side?”

Cory shrugged, momentarily hunching his shoulders as if Christian were not on for the ride.

“The other wolf, the one that held back the gunman, is the one I wish to meet.”

Suddenly, Cory stopped in his tracks. He looked around on the ground, as if looking for a dropped memory.

“Ghost cat? Tell me more about this cat.”

He looked at Casey with an Are you thinking what I'm thinking look, then resumed walking.