Kit shrugs at Kaz. "Could be better," she offers with a dry chuckle before smirking at Baney. "Yeah. I guess. I need to contribute my portion of ass kicking as well," she says with a small smile before turning back to Kaz. "Wonder if my tribe will start yelling at me for hanging with Gnawers again," she says with a wink.

Signe comes to stand in front of him and lifts her chin in a way that calls up images of her name. "I thought we had a deal. Why are you still breathing?"

Banecruncher has not yet met the bane that could kill me.

Signe counters, "Maybe you're not trying hard enough."

Banecruncher doubts that one who has not been a part of the sewer trips has any knowledge from which to speak.

Kit cocks her head at Signe and frowns intently. "Or maybe he's just a baddass mutha and wins. Seems to me he's being much more productive by staying alive and doing several raids rather than just the first one."

The Church doors open, and Bernie slips in, breathing a little hard. "'m I late yet? Sorry. Got all distracted at th' Farmhouse, an' damn that's a long run, hi..." She drops into a pew, catching her breath.

Little Tim is there behind Bernie, though she doesn't realize it, in all likely. He's shown up sans smoke, sans bottle, which says something about his attitude tonight.

Kaz just sort of shrugs at Kit, since she's too busy watching Signe. But her attention is dragged away by her packmates, and she yells, "Peeeeeople!"

Banecruncher sees banes. Kills banes. To bare my throat to a bane would be to betray Gaia. It is that simple.

Kit raises an eyebrow of surprise at Kaz's reaction. So this is the hard assed bitch that was giving that cub such a hard time. She chuckles faintly in amusement.

Anger flashes quickly in the ahroun Get's eyes, and for a moment she takes a step as if to attack Banecruncher for the implied insult. But, in the end, Signe just grinds her teeth and points a finger at the other ahroun. "I'm here, and have gone down every time I've been in town when we've had a party /going/ down. And you and I will finish this discussion later. Because, I'll be satisfied for what you did."

Banecruncher rumbles. For what YOU SAY I did.

"Special K!" Tim replies, dodging into a pew near Bernie. "An' 'sup wit' you?" he asks her, before quieting as Signe starts up.

Signe's eyes narrow, and her shoulders square. "What I say? That's not how I remember it. I came in here, and /you/ told /me/. You're changing your story now?"

Bernie beams at Kaz, before turning slightly startled at the sound of Tim's voice quite so near. He gets a grin too, and a light wave to each. "Di'n' know you were there, Timinator. Hiya, Mama Kaz," the ragabash greets her Alpha, with a definite mischevious glint. Of course, the ahroun argument distracts her.

Kit frowns intently at the Get before wandering over to Banecruncher's side, mutter dark words to herself. "Machete mouthed bitch," is the only intelligible phrase to escape her lips and it seems directed at Signe, but she's not making eye contact.

Kaz says, "Heyyy, cool, explosion time," and heads over to Bernie and Tim, though some of her attention is still on the two ahroun. "This's just standard shit. Me'n Bern'll do lights, these fine folks'll kick ass if we need to, but we're gonna try and /avoid/ whuppin' butt 'less we have to. Lighting stuff's the priority."

Banecruncher is not changing my story. Is saying the same thing I have always said. I. Do. Not. Know. I only know the scents. I only know what I was told. But of the truth, I. Do. Not. Know.

Signe shows her teeth. "Well, here's what I think. You're a coward. And we'll settle this on our own, if Gaia doesn't settle it first, after the sewers are fixed."

Banecruncher snorts. Coming from someone who is not brave enough to face a half-moon, that means little.

Kaz says, "/Yeah/, this needs /popcorn/."

Bernie grins at Kaz. "We really oughta install onea those big ol' carnival-type poppers in here, y'know?," she agrees, "Be p'repared for any an' ev'ry occasion."

Kit blinks at Baney and glances back, frowning slightly in Kaz's direction, but more in worry than disapproval. This could get ugly fast. She still stands by Baney's side, offering her support.

Signe cocks her head at Banecruncher, but this time the insult to rank, respect, and everything else is too much for her. She levels a kick at the dog's midsection, quick, true, and hard enough to knock the breath out of him and send him flying if it lands.

Banecruncher makes no attempt to dodge. His expression makes it clear that HE, at least, has the integrity to stand behind his words.

Reggie steps within the church with a twist of his lit cigar and closes the door with a kick of his heel.

Kaz tells Kit, languidly, "'Cordin' to a few folks I trust, Baney there either harassed or raped someone. Just for your information's sake."

Kit nods to Kaz as she bares her teeth slightly at the kick. "Yeah, I know," she says quietly as she steps back and takes a seat in the pews, pretty confident Baney can take it.

Banecruncher grunts as he rolls to his feet and rumbles at Kaz. Apparently they know more than I do, then.

Signe's not done. Maybe for Banecruncher this is a game, but the Get took his insult to heart--that's clearly written in her eyes as she shifts up to the war form. ~I'm not afraid of you, any half-moon, or dying tonight.~

Banecruncher looks up at Signe. Then prove it facing the enemies of Gaia. And after, we can find a half-moon and get the truth of the matter.

Kaz straightens. "Signe. You challengin' his butt, or're you gonna do shit t'night and /then/ challenge his butt?"

Kit chuckles faintly at Kaz's comment and smiles. "You sure seem to have a good grasp of how to get the task at hand done. Sure, let's send weakened ahrouns into bane infested sewers and see how many they can kill. Sounds brilliant. Oh wait, stupid idea. Nevermind. Wait till later."

Reggie's eyes brighten as he sees entertainment more novel than watching people put up Christmas lights out of season, and he leans against the door, watching to see if a bloodbath develops.

Defiant-Storm hovers for a moment, claws and talons flexing as she struggles between desire and sense. Sense wins out, apparently, and she takes a step back. ~If you wanted a half moon then, I would have had no argument. There seemed no need, since when we talked you seemed to think yourself guilty. If you want one now, we'll find one. And then, /after/ that, and before you die, you'll answer for calling me a coward, too.~

Banecruncher rumbles. One of us will answer. I have spent too much time believing what others have told me of myself. Without any proof.

Kaz turns to regard Kit. "Hello, Ms. Fury Who Supports Rapists. Glad to meet you. I don't think I'd go down there after Signe challenged his ass, no. Which was why, you see, I was trying to figure out if we could DO this tonight. See why I asked? Simple, ain't it?"

Kit nods and grins at Kaz. "I was being sarcastic. And I'm a halfmoon by the way," she offers with a sigh as she leans back in the pew. "Sides. There's more to it than rape I was told."

"Next, on Jerry Springer," Bernie mutters, watching the tension levels fluctuate all around, and then speaks up calmly, if not quite cheerfully. "Okay, so first we light the sewer, then we deal with the other shit, I'm understandin' th' plan, right? An' this is t'night? 'cause no disrespect, but we might wanna get started while it =is= t'night, yeah?"

Kaz mutters, "Like him tryin' to eat a cop car?" but nods. "Yeah. Bern an' me an' mebbe Tim lightin' some shit, th' rest've you folks makin' sure the crawlies don' get us. You got the part where we try /not/ to engage unless we have to?" This is asked generally.

Defiant-Storm's answer is little more than a growl, claws tightening into an almost fist as she rethinks her decision one more time. ~Kaz, you better get us started, or we won't be doing anything tonight, but cleaning up blood in here.~

Banecruncher knows the drill.

Kit rolls her eyes, trying to keep her own temper down. She succeeds fairly well. "Sounds good to me," she says as she rolls her shoulder experimentally.

Bernie pushes up from the pew, and nudges her backpack beneath it with a foot. "A'ight, then. Works for me..." She heads back toward the doors to wait, stretching a bit, recovered from her run, now.

Kaz grunts. "C'mon, then. Harbor Park, an' all."

[Under Harbor Park]

Kaz and Bernie clamber down the ladder, the one lowering lighting panels for the other to secure carefully. "Awright," mutters Kaz, as she looks warily around for what's survived and what hasn't, of the last batch of lighting.

Reggie slowly descends down the ladder, his expression not one of delight at the aromas wafting around, and his white-knuckled grip keeps him in place when a foot slips on the ladder.

Banecruncher watches for a clear spot on the floor and leaps down from the manhole.

Kit climbs down the ladder cautiously, examining her surroundings with suspicion since this is her first time down here. "Where to," she asks quietly as she stands next to the Ahroun Gnawer.

Signe follows the others down, if and when there's room. The ahroun is restless, hands closing to fists every once in a while.

Banecruncher curls his muzzle as he looks in the direction of the last expedition, then up at Kaz to see if that's her plan for this trip.

Most of the lights are, perhaps surprisingly, still intact and lighting the tunnel towards the north. The sewer echoes the slow, steady drips from various places in the tunnels, and the fetid smell of rotting flesh is a bit stronger than it should be in a usual sewer. The lit tunnel is about wide enough for two abreast in homid or lupus, but anyone in crinos will fill most of the tunnel, probably needing to crouch down to move.

Pack> Kaz says, "Timbo, you'n Max fix the broken ones. Me'n Bern'll get the leading edge over to the north there."

Banecruncher sits and scrapes his claws against the tunnel floor, taking advantage of the concrete to sharpen them as he waits for orders.

Kit flicks on her flashlight and shines it down the tunnel wairily, wondering how these banes work exactly.

Quietly, very quietly, Kaz tells the group, "Reggie, Signe, you're with Bern and me. Kit, Baney, you're with Max and Timbo. They're patchin' the old ones, just now, Bern and me're doin' the new ones." Lugging light panels as carefully as she can, Kaz and Bernie head northwards.

Banecruncher rumbles assent and looks at Max and Tim. You have your stuff?

Reggie goes with the northern lights team, his flashlight turning forwards and backwards as he peers into the unrevealing darkness.

Signe moves off with Kaz, toward the new tunnel. Her shoulder brushes the side of the tunnel, getting slime and wet dirt on her jacket. The ahroun grumbles a little to herself but keeps moving.

Kit keeps a careful lookout as the rest of the group goes about their business. She keeps silent as she watches the light from her flashlight passdown the tunnel.

Max points to her pack and slops in the direction they're heading to do repairs. "Ev'rything but the fan," she quips.

Bernie follows close behind Kaz, in glabro and keeping a sharp eye out for anything unpleasant that might be lurking. Being Cajun style Bernie was not her favourite experience of all time.

Half of the group continues to the northern edge of the lit area, while the other group heads north more slowly, checking on the LED metrices screwed into the bulb sockets as they head north. More of the LEDs are burned out or busted than normal sense would guess, but not a surprising amount considering likely spiritual intervention.

Banecruncher sniffs around the broken ones as the group moves, as if expecting another one of those annoying electricity banes.

Max goes about repairing sockets and changing LEDs, careful of charges. Her work is decorated with its own variety of hushed expletives and random limericks about sewers.

Kit sniffs at the air curiously and making a face of distaste. She holds in various comments about banes and their stench. She ignores the others' work and instead concentrates on merely keeping her lookout.

Signe hangs out at the end of the tunnel. She's the muscle tonight, so leaves the repairing to those who know it better and instead keeps an eye and an ear on the darkness beyond them.

Kaz tenses somewhat visibly as they get to the edge of the installed lights. She gives Signe a brief glance, and then starts the installation process. She's not nearly as quick about it as Yi is, but she's steady, at least.

As Kaz continues to finish the last bits of wiring on the LED matrix and the screw it into the empty socket, there's a bit of crackling in the darkness to the north. There's a pop to the south as one of the LEDs between the two groups pops and goes out.

Banecruncher rumbles and pads toward the broken light, his hackles raised as he swells up to hispo size.

Kit holds the flashlight torwards the darkness, frowning as she trots behind Banecruncher carefully. "What is it lassy," she whispers quietly with a faint smile, trying to stifle her fear.

Banecruncher thwaps Kit lightly with his tail. I gotcher Lassie right here. He sniffs around where the light broke.

Bernie glances away from her own panel toward the sounds, first the one, then the other, before returning her attention to the task at hand.

Reggie taps Kaz on the shoulder. "Hey", he fills her in on the happenings, "There's a light out."

Kaz doesn't stop installing, for either the sparkle or the tap. "Yeah," she grits. "There was something doing that, last time. Look for a kinna electricity spirit, only darkish. /If/ it's the same thing."

Max mutters to herself, "Suuuuure. Blow 'em all up, li'l miss ac/dc thang. I ain't got nothin' better t'do than marinate in shit 'n fix all the sockets you get off blowin'." She keeps working.

Banecruncher pokes at the area around the blown light.

Another pop from the same matrix, this time raining a little bit of glass dust into Banecruncher's fur. More dripping to the north. A light gust of wind blowing from south to north down the tunnel.

Signe crouches in the tunnel and decides a different form might give her better senses. She shifts down to hispo, hackles raising a little as she sniffs at the air.

Reggie grunts, scratches his groin, flashes the flashlight in the direction of the broken light, catches the flashing green of Baney's eyes, and leaves it to him.

Banecruncher rumbles up at Kit. Can you unplug it without ripping it apart? Maybe we can catch it in the light before it can escape.

Kaz tries Gnawerfully to ignore commentary and just keep installing, finishing one and starting on another.

Bernie follows Kaz's example, though she obviously can't completely ignore the commentary; a brief grin lets a little of the light glint off her teeth.

Kit frowns at the Gnawer as she looks at the light, afraid of whatever's destroying the lights electrocuting her. "Maybe. Won't that make all the lights go out where Kaz is though," she asks as she looks up to the front. "Problems guys," she calls in a hushed tone.

Banecruncher rumbles. It's going to make the lights go out if I rip it out of the wall.

Kaz grunts. "Just try unscrew one, cancha?" She's busily keeping at her installing as she talks.

Kit does as instructed and tries uscrewing the light next to the two broken ones. "I have a bad feeling about all this," she mutters quietly.

Banecruncher rears up on his haunches, ready to swipe at anything that comes out of the light.

Defiant-Storm takes her eyes off watching long enough to look back and see if she can see what's going on at the other end, with Banecruncher. One ear, at least, remains cocked in the direction she was watching.

Another crackle to the north, and the array above Banecruncher shatters, once again raining down glass dust. This time, between his position and the force of the small explosion, the Gnawer ahroun was not ready for what happened, and some dust ends up in his face, some in the eyes.

Banecruncher growls and swipes blindly at the array.

Kit mutters angrily as she backs away from the swipe, hoping not to get slashed to pieces by the blinded ahroun. She shifts up into glabro as she moves towards the whole light on the other side next to the line of broken ones.

Reggie steadily remains guarding the northern light installers, as though waiting for a corona to light up.

Kaz is unable to completely ignore that, and moans. But she's not breaking from her own appointed task. Yet.

Max continues repairing alongside Tim. The work is slow and plodding and hackles are up now, but the ragabi continue their work until hearing word otherwise from Kaz or Signe.

Banecruncher swats thin air for a while, then there is another sharp crackling from the darkened socket. This time, a large black spark arcs from the socket through Banecruncher to the ground. The area is dimmed for a moment, then the normal--if lessened by the loss of the array--light returns.

Bernie pauses just as she's nearing the end of her installation, momentarily distracted by the happenings again. That didn't look optimal. "...what was that? You 'kay, Baney?"

Defiant-Storm shows her teeth in a loud snarl, but the Get is probably the furthest away from Banecruncher (as I understand it) so cannot see or understand well what's going on.

Reggie's brow creases as he considers all the activity over there, and he turns his flashlight on the lupus. "Having much fun?", he inquires, as he debates heading over.

Kaz lets everyone else in the world ask what's up, and keeps working.

Banecruncher growls angrily as his fur turns to pitbull afro. Got a live one. One of them electrical banes.

Oh, well. That's what half the people here are around to handle, after all. Bernie follows Kaz's lead again, and goes back to trying to finish up the installation of her current panel.

Banecruncher pads around where he was zapped, snarling and snapping as he looks for the spirit.

The gnawer ahroun doesn't have to look long, as with another crackle and a fairly loud *pop* the spirit comes back out of the water, forming a steady arc of strangely black electricity between the socket and the standing water pooling in the tunnel below. A small tendril arcs out and plays over Banecruncher's fur for a moment, but seems to do no appreciable damage. Kit's fur is standing on end now from the charged air around the materialized spirit.

Banecruncher leaps for the spirit and slashes at it, attempting to tear it in half with his claws.

Kit growls as she backs away from Banecruncher and the spririt, shining the flashlight in their direction. "Think you got his one covered Banecruncher," she asks as she watches the fight warily.

Max scrambles forwards, away from both Banecruncher and the arcing electricity, muttering something under her breath.

Kaz mutters, "Fuck," and moves to installing a new array.

Banecruncher's claws flash out even as the spirit arcs more electricity in his direction. The two hit at about the same time, though the claws seem to do little to the living electricity. The scent of ozone gets stronger, though, now mixed with the smell of burnt fur and charred flesh as the bolt strikes the Gnawer ahroun. Another tendril arcs towards Kit, but misses, arcing instead into the standing water lining the tunnel's bottom.

Banecruncher snarls with rage and cuts loose, slashing at the spirit like a blender on liquify.

Bernie finishes off her panel, and takes a look at the situation before moving to start on another. Suddenly, she's glad her sneakers have rubber soles, that's supposed to be good, right? Or was that bad... brow furrowed, and nibbling her lower lip lightly, she finds the position for the panel and starts installing it.

Kit gasps in suprise as she hops back and shifts up into the more resiliant form of Crinos. "Oh shit," she mutters in homid just before changing. She merely stands and watches, hoping her large form will block off any escape of the bane.

Pack> Bernie's thoughts come out worried, and with an odd textbooky feeling. "Water conducts electricity, we're standing in water, that's bad. Rubber soled shoes are supposed to be good and ground it though... aren't they? But what if they're in water? Holding the panel probably isn't so great either. Shit. I'm sure we were supposed to be studying this this semester..." Despite the fact that she appears to be thinking at herself, the train broadcasts unusually clearly.

Kaz shifts uncomfortably on her feet, after a glance at Bernie, but she keeps installing, determindly.

Once again Banecruncher rips and tears into the spirit, which does not seem slowed in any way by the attack, though maybe it is arcing randomly a bit less. As the Gnawer ahroun claws and bites at the stream of electricity, arcs and sparks play over his fur, until with a loud *bang* he is slammed against the wall of the tunnel once again.

Pack> Kaz says "Grounding... I don' think I could explain it to him even if I knew what I was talkin' about anyways."

Little-Cat snarls angrily and while Banecruncher is against the wall she offers a slash or two of her own at the spirit, hoping that they're slowing it down or at least weakening it. ~Any Theurges here?~ she calls to the others in the growling voice of the garou.

Pack> Bernie's train of thought veers slightly, to, "...what counters electricity? Any ideas? Like water counters fire, you know? Only not water, obviously..."

Bernie continues her work, brow furrowing a bit more, and shakes her head wordlessly to Kit's question.

Kaz mutters, "No theurges here," while she tries not to wince at crackling Banecrunchers, starting on a new array.

Pack> Kaz says "Wellll.. People kinda think of electricity as one of the four modern elements, right? What're the other four?"

A weak snarl from the crunched-up Banecruncher slowly builds into a roar that echoes up and down the tunnel as he launches himself once again at the electricity, ripping mindlessly at it. On the south side of the little fight. Little-Cat slashes at the spirit, earning a few arcs of electricity for her trouble. While the arcs are not playing darkly across her fur as they do Banecruncher's, she is still held rigid for a moment before dropping limp.

Pack> Bernie racks her brain. "I don't think it goes through wood, but it might catch it on fire. Metal, it'll follow metal to ground... but that'd be tricky... glass, that's an insulator... um, there's the... skin effect... the thing that keeps you safe in cars, but... 'course if it's sentient it's a little harder to predict what it'll do..."

Kaz glares at nothing in particular as she keeps installing, muttering, "I could /make/ earth. I can't make /steel/."

Pack> Kaz also adds, "Skin effect? Ain't that 'cause cars have rubber tires?"

Bernie nods as if that were an answer of some sort, though she seems to be focusing on her panel as well.

Pack> Bernie adds, "Porcelain, that's a good insulator... um, well. I seem to remember, it's more because the electricity goes through all that metal, on the outside... it repels itself magnetically, I think? So it stays on the outside. But the rubber helps, it's an insulator... clay, too. What else? Dammit. I should know this!"

Pack> Kaz's sarcasm is almost palpable. "You got any porcelain handy?" After a moment, she asks, "Glass? Arrays work, mebbe?"

Pack> Bernie pauses a moment, ignoring the sarcasm for the moment. "Maybe...." A blip, a vague, random idea forming: an image of a sparking swarm of bugs. They'd conduct, wouldn't they? But could one attract them to a spirit, even a manifested one, and would it help any? Hmm...

Ignoring his own charred skin and the mixed smells of ozone and burnt fur and flesh, Banecruncher continues ripping into the spirit, which by now is looking noticeably smaller. Despite the flurry of blows, dark electricity once more plays over the Gnawer's body. Frustrated and enraged, he snaps at it hard with his sharp teeth, and there is another fairly loud crashing from the spirit, as if by thunder, and it is gone. For the moment.

Banecruncher looks to be in at least as bad shape, as the shock wave from the final burst slams him against the wall once again with a sickening *snap and *pop*. The burst blows Little-Cat backwards several steps, banging his head on the low ceiling before bumping into Max and Tim, sending them sprawling.

As hearing slowly returns to the Garou, the Gnawer ahroun's form slowly shifts back down into his birth form, collapsing in on itself and shrinking down into a normal lupine shape.

Little-Cat growls in anger, but she manages to keep a check on her temper. No use in both of them passing out in the sewers. She reaches forward to scoop up Baney in her arms. ~Time to leave folks,~ she snarls loudly as she starts backing torwards the manhole.

Kaz, who was just gathering breath to say just that, deflates and nods. "Yeah. We done good stuff, let's get outta here."

Bernie nods, hurrying her last few movements to finish the panel she's working on. No point wasting the bane defeat by leaving it not-quite-done... that done, she moves to follow the others back topside.

Little-Cat pushes the limp lupines body up through the manhole and onto the street before shifting down into glabro so that she can climb the ladder and get out herself. "Well wasn't that special," she mutters as she disappears out of the sewers.

[Forgotten Church]

Banecruncher is, by the way, not breathing.

Kit enters first with Banecruncher in her arms. Thank god he's not Metis. No one could move him. "You fat bastard," she mutters in a worried tone as she sets him down on one of the pews. She puts her ear to the lupine's side and notices the lack of breathing. "Oh shit," she mutters as she puts the wolf on its back.

Banecruncher looks as if he's been chewing on a 40,000 volt electrical line. And is not breathing.

"...what's...?" Bernie starts, heading over to see what Kit's oh-shitting about, and sees what's wrong. She reaches over and tries to find a pulse. Damn lupus; Red Cross only trains how to help humans... "D'you know CPR?" she asks the Fury.

Banecruncher doesn't seem to have a pulse, either.

Kit starts hitting the lupine in the chest hard, right about where his heart should be. "Breathe you son of a bitch," she says as tears begin to fill her eyes. She puts her lips to the lupines mouth without hesitation and breathes a few full breaths into him in response to Bernie's question.

"Hullo?" Comes a soft voice from the darkness of the church as a lone figure strides from the back. "Joey? Dat' you?" As she steps past the pews, Alicia blinks the sleep from her eyes, a few more scratches adorning her face and arms, her hands still badly scabbed over, but she looks a -lot- better, thanks to Daisy.

Bernie watches that a moment, and shakes her head. "...Try coverin' th' mouth an' breathin' in th' nose," she suggests, moving where she could take over if necessary, and glances up at Alicia's voice, relieved. "'lish!" she exclaims, "...you better? Baney's kina not..."

Kaz wanders in, covered in grime. "Max an' Timbo're Rialto-wards," she starts, and then shuts up.

Kit glances up briefly, but all she sees is the back of the pew. "You're going to have to thank me for this one when you wake up," she says in a quavering voice that tells she's not quite confidant that he will. She takes Bernie's advice and begins to blow through the nose after taking the time to pump the lupine's chest several more times, her glabro strength adding to the push.

Banecruncher's body kind of jumps under the thumping, but otherwise lays limp.

"... Baney? Oh.. the 'roun Gnawer.." The Child of Gaia quickly starts over to them, eyes shifting to her best friend. "I'm not better, but it doesn't matter. He's ganna go flatline quick." Reaching out quickly, she pushes her bloody and scabbed up hands onto the Gnawer, searching for the harshest of wounds and gives it her all, fingers glowing a bright blue as she closes her eyes, begging to Gaia, to save the life of a warrior.

Banecruncher pages to the room: Nothing apparently happens....none of the wounds close, and he doesn't start breathing.

Bernie watches for signs of success, and runs a hand through her curls, pushing up to her feet. "I'll see 'f I c'n find Sepdet, maybe," she murmurs, looking seriously tired, and glances at her Alpha, lifting her brows very slightly, in what seems like a question.

Pack> Bernie says "Maybe we can use that Fry thing to look for her?"

".. Shit.." Alicia softly says as she bites on her lip, hard. Feeling her lose connection with the mother, a moment of nausea hits her, spent. ".. I'm going to lose him. He's not ganna make it." She says, sucking a deep breath through her teeth. "Bernie.. I.. I.." She trails off.

Banecruncher does a very convincing impersonation of well-cooked meat.

Bernie turns, and leans over to give the Gaian a quick hug; it starts to be tight, but ends up more gentle as the Ragabash remembers her friend's own recent injuries. "You tried," she says, quietly, "...thank you..." A glance to the Ahroun, and her attention goes to Kaz again, over Alicia's shoulder.

Kaz quickly rummages in her pocket, gives Banecruncher a very worried look, suggests, "Whack his chest. Meanwhile, Bern, c'mon." She finds a french fry. "We're gonna go /look/ for her, at least."

Bernie nods once, firmly, and gives Alicia another light squeeze before releasing her, straightening, and heading toward the metis.

Kit frowns as she watches Alicia try her best. When none of the wounds close she begins to sob, knowing that all is lost. She lies her head on her fallen friend's belly and begins to scratch it, running her hand through the charred fur. "He's gone," she whispers quietly as she kneels on the hard floor and the two women depart.

Kaz is, meanwhile, with a brief, half-anguished look behind her, heading straight out the door.

Shifting into her glabro form, Alicia relents from the hug and places her palms flat against the Gnawer's chest, pushing down 'hard'. She looks almost too dedicated to the task at hand, tears wavering in her eyes, a moment of fierceness. "C'mon stupid.. wake up." She commands, thumping him as hard as she dares without breaking his rib cage. "Be a fucking Ahroun."

Then Bernie's out the door too. Just because it looks hopeless doesn't mean it's not worth trying. Where would the Garou be if it did?