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[ragesagainsttheodds]

Right.

It's--

Fuck, is this thing fucking working or--

ROWAN, how the fuck do I--

[Beeeeep.]

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[untailed]

[This is very much a video and not an audio message. The video shows a green wolf - or well, her front part - at a bit of an awkward angle, standing over the tome.

The wolf seems very amused. Look what she got and you don't.]

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[ragesagainsttheodds]

[Guess who's still in bed?

Ren of course. She doesn't wake up easy. But the fucking Tome chiming and flashing at her is hard to ignore and that's why she blinks at the wolf in confusion for a few seconds before realisation dawns.]

T'fuck do you want, shithead?

[Ren is having some confusing feelings still about being beaten. Leave her alone.]

voice;

[untailed]

We need to meet, you and me and Rowan.

As soon as possible.

There's a new werewolf who I think is not Garou.

voice;

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Y'fucking what?

Like a Stargazer?

[Because how can there be a werewolf that isn't Garou? All tribes were within the nation.]

text

[ralliesprotests]

We need to talk. Somewhere neutral and private.

Where and when would work for you?

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[ragesagainsttheodds]

[Ren's scribble is near illegible.]

im not talking to you if your gona to tret me like a twat

[text]

[woocas]

hey did you know there's an obstacle course just outside the city?

wanna hit it up with me?

[Lucas hopes it's enough of an olive branch that Ren will reply. He feels like he got her in trouble over nothing at the bonfire.]

[text]

[ragesagainsttheodds]

hiya locas

[Ren's handwriting is bad but her spelling is worse.]

i dint now.

yeh

voice;

[untailed]

Does your tribe have a rite for when two people become mates?

[Good afternoon to you too, Ren. At least she made sure to not call at stupid-o-clock in the morning this time?]

voice;

[ragesagainsttheodds]

[There's a moment of abject terror.]

I'm not having a fuckin' wedding. Y'can piss off with that straight away.

[Because the situation with Corbin is bad enough. She doesn't need Silent spouting off to him about weddings and rites.]

[maximumcake]

Continued from HERE


REN. No! Listen to yourself right now. That's insane. No. Absolutely not.

How about the best way to give death the middle finger is to not meet him. Keep him out of a job. Huh??

And I swear to christ if I catch wind of you trying to pull this off with someone else, I will personally get Rowan to ground you for a month! And I won't let you have any of my baked goods.

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Rowan can't ground me, Max. They're not my Mum. And know how to climb out of windows so--

[She sticks out her tongue.]

Besides, you say that like it even matters. If you can't die for real for real then it isnt even really dyin' right?

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[independentwolf]

[This exact same message was sent to all three Garou.]

Due to the recent vampire attacks, I have had to reveal myself while transformed to others. They do not know that wolf was me, but I suspect those that know of your nature may ask about it. If so, I don't want you to tell any of them, even your mate(s), that I am that werewolf. Only refer to that wolf as Timber. If we are in mixed company while transformed, call me Timber.

LB

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[ragesagainsttheodds]

ok

u manage alright???

Yule Gift

[ralliesprotests]

[On Christmas morning, Ren'll find a relatively neatly wrapped gift outside her door. Inside she'll find a framed pencil sketch of herself. It's an almost candid shot: Ren at the bar in her pub, laughing. There's also a book of British recipes, including a good selection of sweet and savoury.

There's also a note:

Dear Ren,
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I'm so proud of how well you've dealt with things being stuck here, and I know you'll continue to do me proud next year.

I know this book isn't the same as your family one, but I thought you could start a temporary one while you're here, since you're the only one who can cook all this stuff properly! Correct the recipes for us, so when you manage to get home to save the world, the people left behind can follow your advice!

Love,
Rowan.]

Yule Gift

[cobaltsoul]

[A package arrived for Ren containing a bottle of Lionett Vineyards Purple Cider Red Wine and a thong. A notecard was pinned to the thong.]

It glows in the dark. Happy Yule!
- Beauregard

Delivery

[independentwolf]

[On the morning of New Year's Day, a basket containing six fresh sugared raised yeast donuts was delivered to Ren's door with a tag tied to the basket.]

Many blessings to you this new year.

Yule Gift 2020

[maximumcake]

[Max leaves a box outside her door wrapped in shiny gold paper. Inside is a professional knife sharpening kit along with an adorable black stuffed wolf plushie.

A card accompanies the gift. He tries to keep the note short for her sake.]

Happy Yule! I'll show you how to use the sharpening kit some time if you don't already know how.

-Max

Yule gift plus a texted image on the tome

[numberonefirstmate]

Outside of Ren's door there's an inexpertly wrapped package and a note. The note reads: "So you'll stop stealing mine"

Inside the package is a leather pleated mini skirt. It's not actually a kilt, it is a skirt.

The texted image is Harry's cock! Happy Yule, say hello to the new piercing he's gotta show off : D

[Happy Birthday!]

[maximumcake]

A little birdy (Rowan. It was Rowan.) told Max that Ren might enjoy a very specific type of cake for her birthday. And who is Max to refuse such a challenge? Oh, and a challenge it was too. He has no clue who Colin the caterpillar is, but Rowan's sketches gave him a reasonable enough picture to work off of.

Now, with the cake in hand, Max knocks on Ren's door in the late morning, ready to present it. "Ren, it's me. I have something for you."

[ragesagainsttheodds]

"Comin'!" Ren shouts from behind the door.

And she appears, ice pack in hand, pressed to her bruised cheek. Someone had a fun night last night that was mostly based on scrapping with people.

"Yo. Wassat?"

Burff (pretend I didn't forget to do this yesterday)

[ralliesprotests]

[A while after Max has been and gone, Ren'll find a bottle of the best and biggest bottle of booze that Rowan can find, with a big bow tied around the neck, and a note attached to it.]

Happy birthday!

Don't drink this all in one go, and don't eat the cake all in one go neither. Hope you enjoy them both and you're day tho.

- Rowan

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[ralliesprotests]

Oi, Ren!

Guess fucking what! [Rowan shifts slightly, holding the tome up over their shoulder so she can see the new (and yet still grubby around the edges) looking shop behind them. The counter is already recognisable, even before they manage to tilt the tome to the right angle so she can read the name above the windows: Oh my Cod! Traditional fish & chips.]

They got fucking jellied eels and battered mars bars and all! It's right fucking cushty! I'm going to get some to try, you want in?

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Fuck me sideways. Fuck yeah, I'm on me way!

[Does Ren want a chippy tea? Does the pope shit in the woods? Yes.

Where there is proper food to be eaten, there is usually a Ren not far behind.]

Voice

[independentwolf]

Hey Ren, this is me giving you a heads up that I'm going to tell my girlfriend, Deela, that there are werewolves other than me here. She's known for a while about me and what my duty as a Knight of St. Christopher is. It's only a matter of time until she figures out that one of you is a werewolf.

I'm not going to tell her who the other wolves are or how many, but I need to let her know in a safe space so I can explain that you all don't hunt dark mages like I do. Otherwise she's going to have a hell of a panic attack thinking she's going to be hunted.

I already let the others know. We cool?

Voice

[ragesagainsttheodds]

[There's an awkward pause.

Because for one she didn't realise that Deela was Lilith's girlfriend and, shit, she's been shagging her behind her back without even realising it. And double shit. 'Cos that puts Deela off the list of acceptable partners. Ren has her own personal moral cose about getting involved with people. And that keeps her safe more than anything.

Which is sad. Because she proper likes the lil nerd. Shame to delegate her to friend.]

Aye, yeah, right s'no problem.

Nice to hear people couplin' up. Deela's proper lush anyways. Look after her.

Voice

[independentwolf]

Deela has asked me to deliver a message to the other werewolves:

She says that if she guesses or suspects that one of you is a wolf, she won't tell anyone. She also says that should any of you choose to reveal your werewolf nature to her, she will be honored.

Voice

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Bless her heart.

She's a good lass. Y'got a good one there, Lils.

Action

[ralliesprotests]

It's not too late into October when Ren gets a video call on her tome. Rowan looks a lot more intense than usual, and their tone is very direct and to the point.

"Ren, did you see Beau's post? More people have been attacked too. Meet me and Silent in the woods, we're going hunting." And by the looks of it, the Glass Walker is already on the move, half way through the city as they call.

[ragesagainsttheodds]

"Yeah, I saw it." Shite. It was always Beau causing the bloody issues around here. "I'll meet y'out there. Just gotta grab me axe." She answered, dropping the tome on her bed as she started to equip herself.

day after Ren's return; voice

[fianna_in_law]

...are you better now?

Permavoice

[ragesagainsttheodds]

No.

[Ren is sullen and grumpy still but sounds less likely to bite someone's head off now.]

I'm bloody hacked off to be here.

they say it's your birthday [action]

[hate_gettin_older]

A knock comes at Ren's door on the morning of her birthday.

Yeah, it's Edgar. Grinning broadly, and carrying a cake box on which is balanced a tray from the dining hall, its contents covered with an unfolded linen napkin.

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Ren opened the door, her newly regrown hair a mess and a robe hastily wrapped around herself. "Eddie?" Her eyes went from his face to what was in his hands and she laughed. "Let me guess Max spilled the beans that it's my birthday?" She opened the door to let him in.