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Braided Crossroad (SP-RP8/9) 01/2017 - 01/2019

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Cat

Granny stood her ground as well, maintaining an expectant smile. Come on, time's a wastin'. The moon ain't gonna wait fer ya'. She said, purposely stressing the word 'moon'. Briefly, for that instant, she let something ominous slip into her smile. He knew what he was. Now she was letting him know, in no uncertain terms, that she knew what he was too. If he wanted his answers, he'd have to pay the vending machine it's share of quarters so to speak. He was a loner on her turf, she didn't play by his rules.

Indy

He saw the change come over her moments before she reacted to it. It was like a tide, the panic washing over her and her ears going wide and deer-like. Maybe he should have launched mid-lecture into werewolf biology. As it turned out, even the caution he applied had the same affect -- and he wasn't sure what little he said would be all that helpful. At least there was a small mercy in that she wasn't in complete denial. His expression turned away, troubled, and he silenced to urge to reach out and grab her as she moved for the aforementioned hills.

As much as it pained him, he at least understood her. Loners, human or otherwise, were like that. You could never move with any authority over them, because the moment you tried to capture them was the moment you lost them. Like cats, again, he supposed. You could never capture a cat. He had at least a few more moments before he lost her entirely.

"Look, please, if you need help with anything, anything at all... don't hesitate. I do understand, more than you think. I-I.... work at the antique shop".

And like that she was gone, with only the memory of her finger guns to remain.

Teg

“ You’re all just so dang obsessed with the full moon, aren’t you?” Saber muttered, his eyes locked on Granny Buttermilks.
“ I’ve been here for a whole freaking month, you could’ve shown your face any other time.. But no, when do you do it? On the day of the full moon of course. Why? You scared your little secret may get out to the world? Sacred of what that would mean for your kind?” Sabers venomous anger was seeping into his words now. He unfolded his arms as he continued, his eyes starting to burn with rage as well. “ ...Just do us all a favor and get the freaking heck out of here and live somewhere where you won’t ruin peoples lives. Your not one of us, so stop pretending you are.”

Cat

Granny stood for a moment, considering each of Saber's words very carefully, as well as the feeling behind them. Are you through talkin' to yerself? She asked after her had finished, Because that's what yer doin'. Ain't nuthin' you just said refers to me at all, but I can sure as stinking speck tell it refers to you. With this, she smiled again, almost smugly this time.

Look, ain't nobody gonna chase ya if ya turn and run off.. Nope, ain't nobody at all-- But they'll find ya tonight, sure as moon rise. The only thing I can't guarantee is which pack'll find ya. Only one of them up there is actually nice enough not to kill ya'. She said, gesturing with her cane toward the gloomy mountain looming ominously overhead. You want me to stop pretending? Well then, here it is, plain as your stubby little nose: We've been here longer than the humans. This is our mountain, and yer welcome to live somewhere else if you'd like-- Even though we both know you ain't human no more. If you want me to stop pretendin', do me a favor and stop pretendin' for yerself.... Answers? They're at my antique shop and that's where they're gonna stay 'til the end of time, just like the secrets of the mountain. You want answers to their secrets, you've gotta stop being a whiny puppy, man up, and come get 'em.

BAM!

The end of her cane came down hard on the cement, as if putting a literal period on her final word. Then she turned and began hobbling toward the shop.

Teg

Saber kept his gaze fixed on Granny Buttermilk as she spoke, only breaking it to quickly glance at the mountain when she pointed towards it. Her words seemed to cause a subtle shift in Saber's expression, as some trace of his anger seemed to slowly dissipate.
When Granny Buttermilk began to hobble off, Saber turned back to the nearby mountains. After a brief second of contemplation, he began walking in there direction- and away from Granny Buttermilk.

Teg

Upon making it to the foot of the mountain, Saber stopped and just stared into the woods that covered most of the steep terrain for a moment, analyzing it. It wasn’t long however till he decided to turn back around, and head back into Reknab bend.
Saber began to wander carefully( He didn’t want to go back to jail after all) around the place, just simply thinking to himself, everything far too familiar for Sabers liking. Whether intentional or not, after a while his wandering landed him at Granny Buttermilk's antique shop.
Upon inspecting the exterior of the quaint shop for a moment, Saber decided to slowly make his way in. The shop was filled with curious old nik naks and all kinds of little treasures. Saber’s eyes began scanning the shop, taking in the new surroundings and searching for Granny Buttermilks presence.

Cat

The antique shop was like a labyrinthine of shelves, each filled to the brim with assorted objects of historical value. The only clutter-free area was the space beside the display table in front of the store window, and the check-out counter behind which Granny sat. Several antique clocks lined the wall behind her, ticking in perfect harmony with one another, and in rhythm with her patting the top of her cane. She seemed to be deep in thought when Saber walked through the door. Following the ring of the doorbell, she looked up. So, ya decided you ain't ready to go into the mountain just yet? Or did they send ya back to me? She asked. It had been hours since they parted, so the question was an honest one.

Teg

Saber rolled his eyes at Granny Buttermilk's question.
“ Does it matter?” he muttered as he began gingerly walking around the shelves of antiques to the front counter. “ You said I’d get my answers here, so let's see if you’re right.” Saber said as he eyed the antiques he passed by.
“ Here, why don't I start with an easy one- Why the heck do werewolves even exist? There isn't by chance any other freaks of nature that decided they wanted to join reality, is there?”
By the time he had finished posing his questions Saber had made it to Granny Buttermilk's position, his eyes now fixing themselves on her, glaring at her expectantly.

Cat

Oh, there are plenty! Every myth and legend has an ounce of truth in it. The human imagination is powerful, but not quite as strong as human denial. Granny laughed, lifting an eyebrow at the boy as he made his way toward her. Did you know that of all creatures on this planet, humans have the smallest sphere of survival? Yet they they think they know everything about the world they live in, even the inhospitable places where they have not and could never go-- They assume they know everything about that too. Hilarious!

Teg

Saber sighed in frustration as he rolled his eyes once more. “ Fine, I get it. So what? Are you saying werewolves have been here just as long as humans have, we’ve just been ignorant of the fact because our minds rather deny that which it does not desire to comprehend?”

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