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Anselm rarely made it to the northern reaches of Inferni's territory, even on his border patrols. Their turf was backed by a mountain and all of the packs lay to their south--even when he did pass through up here, there were rarely any scents or trails of interest. Most of the pack wolves, presumably, had no interest in lurking around the fringes of Inferni just to explore a dirty, rocky beach. This suited him just as well: it was more efficient to simply head due west, swing around the south, patrol the extent of the Dampwoods' border and cut through straight back home to the caves at the end. It wasn't atypical for the hybrid to complete such circuits thrice daily (provided he wasn't on temporary leave in Halifax).
On occasion, however, something would nag at his mind and spur him to be more thorough. He still liked to visit the northern expanse of their land biweekly, even though nothing ever really turned up. Things had been quiet since his return to Inferni, despite the friction with Phoenix Valley he'd been warned of--then again, their subleader had proclaimed their desire for peace and it was fitting. He found pack politics played much more to his liking when demons weren't in charge. Paranoid thoughts aside, there was always the random drifter that happened to hug the coastline once they entered the peninsula and it made sense that these folks turned up here.
Today it was not their border that would grab his attention, but surprisingly something that lie within. A squirrel had caught his gaze, turning his focus from outward to their north-west corner. Only then did he notice the billowing fog, and only then did his nose crinkle as he drank in the faint stench of sulphur. Somewhat perplexed, he altered course for Inferni's newest tourist attraction: the hot springs.
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Cassius had yet to visit the nearby deserted city he had overheard one of the other members talking about. He planned to salvage some new parts, whether he was looking for a certain kind or not. He needed something to do as well, since he'd been bored out of his mind ever since he came to the North. His cousin told him about all the interesting things that happened, good and bad. Cass expected the place to be super exciting, he'd never get bored. But alas, he was, and it kind of pissed him off. He decided to leave the manor where he had his home and took a walk to the north.
He walked and walked, not knowing where he was going, just making sure he didn't go past the Inferni borders. It was kinda cold though, a feeling the hybrid didn't feel often. He looked up, the sky grey like there was a coming storm. He then looked further to the north, seeing a billowing smoke that intrigued him. He proceeded to head that way, wondering what could make that kind of smoke.
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@&#&$The earth grew soft and loamy beneath his feet as visibility plummeted. Wisps of fog danced in the slight breeze and he scratched at the ground curiously, surprised that a faint trickle of water welled up in the long marks carved by his claws. A faint bubbling sound reached his ears, reminiscent of smoke percolating through a bong. Automatically he was drawn towards it, though his advance stopped short as a lone figure materialised out of the fog. He was not alone, though the ghastly shadow of the other beast left him wondering for a moment if perhaps he'd imagined it. The air was so thick here that it clogged up his senses and made it nigh impossible to tell east from west, north from south.
@&#&$Making his way in the direction he thought he'd seen someone, he found the fog thinning once more. The whole patch of it seemed pretty isolated, though they were hardly in a valley--the usual thing he associated with the spotty, low-lying clouds. With a loud huff through his nose, he stood where he was, nails gripping at the ground contemplatively as he considered the foreign scent. It was not one that he recognised; it was not one very well integrated with Inferni's. It was distinctly coyote, though, and the wolfish hybrid had no reason to suspect some random interloper was in this far. More curious than uneasy, he padded forward, determined to find the stranger before returning to investigate the warm, bubbling water. [/html]
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The murky fog gave Cassius an uneasy feeling. Nobody liked having you vision impaired like this and have the creeping suspicion that someone that is quite scary be around. Cassius was easily freaked out too, he was not the bravest coyote in the pack. His goggles started to fog up on his head, and his violet eyes looked around him. He could hear something, footsteps possibly. He turned in the direction of the sound and began to see a silhouette, a coyote shaped one. He suspicious was dying down, but not gone.
As he waited, the silhouette became clearer and clearer, revealing a brownish hybrid whom he hadn't met. He could smell Inferni on him, but never seen the guy around at all. "Oh... though you were... someone else. The coyote seemed somewhat intimidating, but Cass shrugged it off. He couldn't be too harmful, could he?
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They'd both been spotted. Anselm trotted forward briskly now before the other could dissolve into the mist once more. As he neared, however, his steps slowed and he eventually came to a halt at a comfortable distance away. His ruby eyes regarded the smaller hybrid curiously, taking in the details of his form: a dusky, earthy coat and vivid violet eyes that almost didn't seem to match. The other spoke, causing his ears to sweep forward and a bemused expression to plant upon his face. His cousin Corona was the closest he'd ever seen an individual mirror his appearance, and details aside (tattoos, eye colour, etc.), even on an off day he didn't suspect anyone would mistake a male for a woman. The blue-eyed Lykoi hadn't been around since his restatement in Inferni's ranks, though now he couldn't help but wonder as to her whereabouts.
"And who would that be?" he wondered simply, though his gaze had settled upon the strange accessory atop Cassius' head: the goggles. He'd never seen such a thing before, although he could already guess their function--they were made to rest over the eyes. Anselm didn't understand what would necessitate such protection; wasn't that what blinking and looking away was for? Perhaps this man had stumbled upon something interesting. "What do you use those for?" he pressed further, gesturing with his snout to the translucent "eye shields." In this environment they seemed more a hindrance than anything, all fogged up as they were--though he supposed like the morning fog on the window panes of a warm house, they would clear up when the humidity or temperature differential was less. And with that, his thoughts had run full circle--what was up with this place, anyway? He cast a glance back over his shoulder before peering back at the coyote. http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad34 ... bottom.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:140px; background-position:top center; line-height:12px; "> -likes your steam punk tables!!-
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OOC: Omg I love Steampunk things! <333 Jacoby made my delicious tables.  and my stupid dyslexia made me think for the longest time that Anselm's name was actually Anselem. XD and Sorry for the wait!
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As the other coyote asked who Cassius had mistook him for, his own suspicion had gone away, becoming more comfortable around this other pack mate. "Aw, I just thought you was just someone dangerous. This freaky mist has got me seeing things." He chuckled nervously, adjusting his flannel in a tell tale fashion. The coyote seemed particularly interested in the goggles he kept sitting on his head. He slid them off his head, untangles his hair which was still an absolute mess, and showed them to him. "Well, these right here are my goggles. I use 'em for my work. Y'know I make stuff, mechanic stuff. Everyone else thinks it's all boring but I like it. My cousin says I'm real qualified for it."
Now he decided to shift the focus from him. "You know what this place is? It feels real creepy. Like someone could jump you from behind and you wouldn't see nothin'." It was a little scary to talk about getting attacked in your home territory, but it was all Cass had to say. He wasn't especially good with conversations. He shifted the topic once again. "I'm Cassius, or Cass fer short. What's yer name? What kind of stuff do you do?
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@&#&$"Hah! Who told you I wasn't?" he asked with a grin, the glint in his eye and the quick wag of his tail showing it was all in good humour. Although he could be somewhat temperamental and had a short fuse for bullshit, Anselm was reasonably patient with all of the clan-mates--the sane ones doubly so. The other's subtle dialect sent him back to years ago when he'd strode through vast stretches of open territory, and the packs were so few and far between that they scarcely minded visitors. They'd known little of war and conflict; they'd always seemed like tightly knit groups, too. It was a stark contrast from his experiences on the crowded mountains of Vermont or even here in Nova Scotia. He didn't know if Cassius was from the "country" (so to speak) or not, but he saw no point in asking.
@&#&$Instead, he listened with rapt attention as the other male went on to explain the "goggles." "Mechanic?" he queried, eyes lighting up. "My daughter was really into that stuff. She even got one of the old wheeled human machines to work," he added, a fair bit of pride in his voice. He'd never forget the day he'd saw the behemoth of a machine rolling towards him, with Maserati merrily honking the horn and flailing at him out the window. He almost wished he'd taken some time to learn from her, but the knowledge was so specialised and complex that he barely had time for it. He didn't find it boring, he just thought there were more pressing matters to address first. Still, it took all kinds, and he was pleased to hear they had one of such talents amongst their ranks.
@&#&$"But yeah, this place is a little nuts. It wasn't here a year ago; must be a new feature," he said with a soft snort, as he was not entirely sure if he liked it yet or not. The fog was disorienting; in some places it was thick enough to block out the sun. "There's even warm water bubbling up from underground," he added, "just over there." He turned as if to lead his new acquaintance over; maybe the other coyote would have something useful to say about it.
@&#&$"Well met, Cass," he said, enjoying the sound of the other man's moniker as it rolled off his tongue. "I'm Anselm; head scout. Also the resident 'botanist,' I reckon. In my spare time I dabble in carpentry and the investigation of weird fog," he concluded with a light laugh, even though the latter could have very well fallen within the scope of his assigned scouting duties. He wondered if they ought to put trail markers in here--something that they coyotes would understand so they wouldn't get lost in the swirling mist. Scent trails meant little if the water washed them away just as soon as they were laid down; they'd have to be creative. And obviously, they'd get bonus points if the marks were subtle or cryptic enough to confound invaders.
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"Hah! Who told you I wasn't?" The statement confused Cassius a little, but the coyote laughed so he figured it was all in good fun, letting out a weak laugh himself. Cassius himself was a bit of a scardy-cat so to speak and never really was the kind of person to go out and be rambunctious or something. He was also a little "shielded" by his parents, which didn't help in his defense either. he was particularly brave, but was pretty damn smart when it came to the books. Even if he wasn't quite the athletic, he may not need that skill after all. Still, even straying from the mansion was going out of his way.
Much to his surprise, the other Inferni member had someone who was experienced in mechanics like him. a daughter, which made him interested, but did not press on the subject. She, however, even got a car to work. Cassius violet eyes widened with excitement. "Wow! She done got a car to work? All them cars I saw back home had workin' engines, but the outer shells were wrecked. I took apart an engine and put it back together about some year or two ago. I still remember exactly how it went together."
No kidding the place was nuts. It seemed to fit the recurring theme in Inferni, which let Cass know what to expect from the clan and it's lands. He looked over to the pools which his new friend motioned towards. The male's name was Anselm, which he just mentioned, and seemed to have quite the jobs at Inferni. Including "botanist", which had Cassius interested. He'd ask about that later. He chuckled with him at the last little joke, but it wasn't that funny. Still, Cassius spited him since he seemed like a cool guy anyway. "That sounds cool, Anselm. Me, I ain't so interestin'. I haven't done nothin' special"
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@&#&$"Huh, she gave me the impression getting it to start was the hard part," he said, which may have been stupidly obvious. "As for the actual car, I think she just found it in a garage somewhere... so it'd escaped the weather all these years. She said the worst was sucking enough gas out of other cars so that hers had enough to go," he said, not knowing what more he could say on the matter. It was hardly his area of expertise. "That's pretty impressive, though. I've taken a few old human things apart before but that was more for curiosity's sake." The small circuit boards and their cryptic patterns confounded him; mechanical things made a little more sense but he was better at using intact tools than trying to put them back together. The most recent addition to his little collection was an old hand drill and he was quite proud of it. Clearly tools that relied on electricity were useless, but on old farms especially he would find primitive gadgets that remained viable today. It was funny how that worked.
@&#&$"Nonsense," he said, shaking his head as he pawed absently at one of the springs. He compacted mud over the apparent hole, which caused water to seep out from the sides for a few moments before breaking through and resuming its original course. "Y'know, you might be able to help me out with this project I'm supposed to get going. I don't think it's so much mechanics as... general construction, but I don't know of anyone else with a skill set that's even close to what I'll need," he explained. "I'm trying to get a greenhouse going in Inferni. I've got plans for it 'n I know where to get the materials for its construction, but the biggest stumbling block is I'd need a way to keep the plants warm during the winter." The sun's rays simply weren't enough to combat the Canadian winter, greenhouse or no.
@&#&$Although Anselm spent some time around the Mansion for his exercises, he rarely made it past the front gate and seldom did he go inside the actual building. He hadn't been down that way since Cassius joined Inferni, and so he wasn't aware if the coyote was familiar with the location. "It's gonna go behind the old Mansion down in the forest; convenient, really, since there's an old wood stove inside the place. I think I can use that to heat the greenhouse, but it'd need to be hooked up properly for exhaust, and I'll need to figure out how to regulate it... don't want to cook the poor plants, after all." His little debriefing was complete and he offered a small shrug--it was something he'd never expected much help with and he wouldn't be offended if the other male was uninterested. Still, he thought it would be very useful to have someone who knew what they were doing when it came to tools and general engineering. Some parts of the assembly would be too awkward for him to handle by himself, anyway.
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Cassius shook his head. "Whether it'll be for fun or curiosity, for me it's kinda fun. Useful too, if yer into that sort. Anyway, I just spend my time coming up with all sorts of crazy doo-dads and such. Gadgets or whatever. I don't have no more formal jobs that need my skills so I always stay home." At his age, it wasn't common for Luperci to not have some sort of job. It didn't matter what kind, everyone had some kind of job that fit them. Cass had been out of a job for all the time he'd been traveling.
Anselm, however, changed the subject and turned to something quite interesting. He wanted to know if Cassius was willing to do some sort of odd job: building a greenhouse. An interesting request but Cassius was all too curious. He wanted to grow plants in such harsh weather, in which the real difficulty lied in what sort of plant he was raising. The hybrid knew different plants liked different temperatures. "I can find any o' them materials if there's a city near. What kind of plants are you fixin' to raise?"
Anselm also mentioned where the greenhouse was going as well. The Mansion was the perfect place for it to be, since Cassius had taken residence there. "The Mansion? That's where I been livin'! That's perfect so I can done work on it and not hav'ta go far."
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@&#&$Cassius seemed interested and Anselm was pleased, as evinced by the quick wag of his tail as they tread over the weary and weeping earth. "I already know where to get supplies for the greenhouse itself; I wouldn't be surprised if materials for ducting and whatnot were in the same place," he explained, thinking back to the multitude of hardware stores in the city. They'd become one of his fast favourites, right up there with the department stores. The latter were good for bedding and smaller containers--the hardware stores had just about everything else. Tools; building supplies comprised of metal, wood, and plastic; tarps; dollies... the list went on and on.
@&#&$ "If you head straight south from here you'll hit Phoenix Valley, but if you go just a bit further west you'll find yourself in Halifax. There's still pretty good pickin's in most of the hardware stores... they haven't been hit as hard as the bars or smaller window shops on the main streets," he concluded with a small shrug. "As for the plants, healing herbs mostly. I'm not one hundred percent on the specifics yet. I can grow 'em, but I'm still not too knowledgeable on which would be most effective and efficient to cultivate," he admitted, figuring experimentation would be necessary. If they had a dedicated healer to talk to his task would be easier--at the moment, they did not.
@&#&$"Glad that works, too," he offered, on the Mansion being a convenient location. Obviously it was coincidental--the place was actually somewhat inconvenient from Anselm's point of view. Here what was most tactical took precedence over what was most personally practical. "That Mansion's the best place I can think of for it... as you'd know, that flat, cleared out land in the back would be perfect. It'll be hidden amongst the forest, so it'd be less obvious than in the middle of the Waste, supposing anyone went looking for it... 'n less of an eye sore, too." They didn't need their "medical dispensary" sticking out like a sore thumb; if things ever did get tricky, they'd want it well guarded. "Anyway, I'll definitely hit you up come construction time," he said with a nod; had he been shifted, he would've offered to shake on it. For now, he was content to explore the strange misty portion of their territory just a little bit more.
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