Fury arches a shaggy gray brow as he looks over the wings. "Hunh. Well how about that. That's a Pegasus thing, yeah? Black Fury totem spirit?" At Iris' invitation, he goes to settle himself down. "Ah. Fetishes. I can make those. Never tried, though. I'm still kinda weirded out by spirits. I just don't know how to relate to 'em, yanno? They ain't human. They never have been. But that's all I've -ever- been."
Branton chukles at Iris and nods "When I get done with my Boots of Hermes we can practice together. Got boots rather than sandals accepted but they are wingtips, could only stretch his tolerance so far." Furio's remarks about spirits gets a shrug "Its like I told you man, all I do is work it like a business deal. Figure out what you want from them, then they tell you what you gotta do to get it."
"Dove," Iris answers with a smile, "I don't know, maybe you're trying to hard." she suggests to Furio with a shrug of shoulders and wings both. Considering what a pain in the ass it is for a lowbie to activate Fetishes, she just leaves them out for now, let's 'em breathe, lets people she knows just get used to them a bit. "Spirits aren't tough to figure out, and like he says, it most comes down to business and respect in dealings with them. For instance we were just discussing what spirit might help with sorcery to alter what planes of existence you're seeing when you need to, and we both reason that a rainbow spirit would be a good candidate, since rainbows are the separating of visual things, colors and the like. Then he'd just have to find and bargain with one."
         Fury nods to Branton. "Yeah, I know," he says. "It's just... I guess I need to know about more -kindsa- spirits, yanno? I guess I don't know enough o' the different xenotypes to really know how they can benefit me. My own Code tends to be more efficient when it comes to makin' a Device. I dunno that I could make a fetish that'd be desirable. Unless I was makin' one -for- a Garou." He looks back to Iris, considering. "A rainbow spirit. Hunh. That's... actually ingenious. I never woulda looked at it that way. I woulda looked for a spirit o' doorways, I think. Or windows."
Branton shrugs at Furio "Simple answer then, don't fuckin bother. Don't try to reinvent the wheel and let the theurges make the fetishes and stick to what you do know. I can out fight just about any three normal humans but even a cliath ahroun would probably beat my ass. So when I'm out in the field with a pack I find things I can do like they can't. Like this one wyrmy chick had a glowing green dagger, so I reached out with a spell and disrupted it. Turned it off so she couldn't poison the elder we were helping. He still got stabbed but gave less of a fuck about eighteen inches of steel than he would have of a dose of wyrm toxin. Be who you are. Not who they are."
Iris is zen and patient, Furio's inexperience or lack of understanding doesn't seem to bug or frustrate her, and indeed nods to Branton's words, "Go with what you know, but learn about it where you can if for nothing more than just understanding the worlds around you. It's a symbiotic relationship between the planes," she tells the man, "They all connect and overlap and bleed pieces of themselves into each other and make them integral to each others survival. When air moves here, an air elemental moves there. A little breeze spirit rushing past, a flock of them, a great massive sky current, whatever. When the earth shakes, a spirit moves past underground, or shifts its position a little. That door over there, inside the locking mechanism there's a *tiny* little spider that defines the other half of the lock-unlock concept and makes it stick. Without the spider, the thing just doesn't quite work right, and without the lock maintained, the spider isn't there. Food left in offering to a spirit, when eaten, has no physical flavor any more, it's flat and bland." (re for Nascha)
         Fury listens quietly, nodding with each point raised. "Yeah. That's what Journey an' George's told me before. Develop my metaphysical skills that compliment what the Garou can do." He grunts a bit. "So basically that's just meant usin' Time Code to do postcognition for 'em. I mean, I'm glad to help out whenever I can. But I'm capable of so much -more-." He leans over and orders himself a beer. "I -did- have an idea for a portal key. A Device that can let Garou pass the Divide in the cities as easily as I do. Just in case it was ever necessary. An' I had another idea for a gun that can transphase its bullets into silver while they's leavin' the barrel. But... those ain't fetishes. They're Code."
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Branton shrugs at Fury "I've worked pretty closely with a lot of willworkers over the years and I've gotten a crash course in garou capabilities because I asked for one. How are you at Luck manipulation? They've got some gifts for some brute force good luck effects but not like a magi can manage. Or tactical forecasting, look ahead in time to try and predict the enemies moves. Or warding effects, they don't have a lot about that either. Man, getting good at perimiter alarms effects would be like a license to print money."
<OOC> Branton has mage lore 3 and garou lore 3.
<OOC> Branton says, "and a mage alt"
"Those are good ideas," Iris says with a supportive smile at Furio, "And helpful to boot. Really we're all only limited by the limits of our imagination. A suppose the only problem would be the Garou's personal feelings on a technological device, that'd affect whether they want to carry it or even where they can carry it. You can translate the same things into fetishes and talens as well, just takes a little creative thinking. The bullets... That'd probably be some kind of metal spirit tucked away into a batch of bullets, lying in wait and awakening when they're fired and changing the metal they're within. Or the the other thingie, I'm guessing the Divide is the Gauntlet? Well... I mean the gauntlet's like a big thick sheet of metal strands... I'd employ a spirit of... ants maybe? A mole? Something adept at tunneling..." she says, and sorta trails off. Now she's thinking about this all Theurgishly.
         Fury looks to Branton and shakes his head. "That's Entropic Code," he says. "One o' the only Codebases I got no access to at all. That an' Force Code." The mention of wards has the big man grunting. "Yeah. Funny thing, that. Yanno Dragomir an' Svetlana? Yeah, she asked me to come out an' put up a barrier 'round they house. But when Dragomir got home an' heard what we was plannin', you'd think I was the next Charles fuckin' Manson the way he looked at me." He shakes his head. "I'll tell ya. There's days when I get -real- fuckin' sick o' the whole Weaver shit. The Weaver is a force for absolute stasis. That ain't me. Hell, that's about as -anti- me as it gets. I stand for -evolution-. For -progress-. Can't do that if ya locked in one place an' never change." He grunts again. "But they never see it that way. They see my hypertech, an' immediately start givin' me shit 'cause oh my God, -Weaver-." He picks up his beer as its brought to him and downs a long swallow. Iris is given a low nod. "Yeah, that's right. I still slip into the terminology I picked up when I first started learnin' Dimension Code. So, Divide, xenophorm, that kinda thing. I try not to get too carried away with the technobabble around family."
Nascha clears her throat quietly. She's been listening this whole time. "Or maybe Dragomir's issue wasn't so much the Weaver as it is that protecting his home and his mate is HIS job, or at least his decision. Dragomir is pretty traditional like that. Lana shouldn't be making decisions like that. And your technology - any technology IS Weaver. Dragomir doesn't even wear pants with a zipper because of the technology involved." How the fuck does she know THAT? Then she goes back to sipping her beer quietly.
Branton listens to Furio's story "So find some that will take your help. Bone Gnawers wouldn't mind as much and from what I've learned the Glass Walkers would love it. And like Nascha said, a lot of it is politics and heirarchy, jurisdiction, shit like that. If there's a garou in the relationship ask them first. Hell even if there's not, say its two kinfolk you'd probably better ask their shifter next of kin or the Den Father. Andy's a pretty mellow guy, even if he did break my nose that one time, he'd help you figure it out." There's a silent beat then "Sparring accident." by way of explanation.
"Well..." Iris sips her water for a minute, shifting one wing up to scratch at her head with its feathery joint in thought. "Could I make a suggestion?" she asks Furio after a moment, "Technology advances in stages right? I mean, like no computer to giant room sized computer, then smaller and clunkier, and then in stages even smaller and more streamlined to what we have now, right? Well, consider we're going through another phase of tech and engineering right now, human-ly speaking, working towards greener energy sources and materials, phasing out things that no longer fit our ideal of how they should exist in the world. Consider a uh.. a remodeling, an upgrade of what it is that you do. If you're not the Weaver in stasis, then you can discover creative ways to change some of what you do into a more harmonized concept. What you're presenting probably wouldn't seem any weirder than something a Glasswalker would make, then. Weaver Tech with a Wyld Polish. It's how fetishes work, in a way. Something structured, ordered, made, but infused with the raw spirit of what we're trying to accomplish, often drawn right out of nature, and the only way a fetish works is if the spirit and the item are both harmonious with each other. A fish spirit would never consent to living in a bag of sand, you know?"
         Fury frowns a bit at Nascha. "He didn't have to look at me like I was the enemy. I was only tryin' to help," he mutters. He guzzles another swallow of his beer. He looks over to Branton. "Yeah. I took a buncha stuff out to the mall awhile back. Beds, a generator, some other things to help 'em live more comfortably. Acacia appreciated it. I'm sure the others did too. Jasen..." He trails. "Jasen can kiss my ass." Lastly, he looks to Iris. "That's -exactly- what I do," he says with a firm nod. "My hypertech iterates upon existin' concepts. Makes 'em more efficient. More friendly to the environment. Seamless integration in daily life, in ways that can help our Blessed Mother thrive. I'm always lookin' for ways to increase precision an' efficiency." He lifts his mug to take another sip, regarding Iris over the rim. "Maybe I can give ya a demonstration, some time. I think you'd like my virtual simulations."
Nascha nods to Furio. "Yes, but .. let me give this to you from a Garou's point of view: A Silver Fang male Garou comes home to find his highly bred, very pretty mate, along with a man in their home. This man says 'Hey, I'm going to protect your house.'" She shakes her head. "Even in mortal society, I don't think that would go over well at all." She glanecs from Furio, to Branton to Iris and then back again.
You paged (Gwydion, Iris) with 'There's also something ELSE. Nascha doesn't know this, of course. Furio says all that then 'Congrats on the baby.'.. and Drago's like '.... bwah?' So in addition to being a fucking moron, this man ALSO knew that he was going to have a child before he did'
Branton shrugs at Furio "Looking at you like you're an enemy? Probably wasn't personal, he doesn't know you that well. He growled and glared at me about startling a kinfolk of his that wasn't his mate. Suddenly teleporting cougars get people upset and Garou? I am starting to really get a handle on how much Rage is a thing. They don't get a little irritated, they go from zero to murderfuzz in point two seconds. Maybe they manage to throttle it back and not murder you, which seing as your here I guess he managed. Means he probably doesn't hate you."
"There's a lot of reasons that could be happening," Iris agrees, nodding her head at the reasons from Nascha and Branton, "See remember, you've got several different things that you're working with. Social things like that, people just being who they are because they're garou and not humans, and we've got a *lot* history in our Nation and cultural differences. Consider the people born and raised in the caern here, they're growing up tech free except when or if their parents take them out elsewhere. To them, what is to you every day life, is totally outside every day life for them. And that's a lot of us. Born and raised in septs and caerns or sept adjacent kinfolk communes or whatever, leaning very heavily in the natural Gaia direction. We're wolves, even the city wolves are closer to the earth than humans are. Bioluminescence verses electric lighting, you know what I mean?" Says the literally dread locked, hemp wearing hippie with the nose ring and angel wings. She smiles though and says, "Yeah sure, I'll check it out. Sounds neat. I have no idea what it is, but why the hell not."
         Nascha's explanation gets a long-suffering eyeroll from Furio. "Ai, Madon, Silver Fangs an' they fuckin' egos," he mutters. He guzzles the last of his beer, handing the mug off to a passing waitstaff. He looks to Branton. "The Rage... yeah. It's more'n just emotion. There's a metaphysical element to it. A powerful one. An' you's right. It can be... terrifying." He gets a haunted expression for a moment, his hand dropping to rub his right hip. But he shakes himself out of it with a harrumph. He regards Iris. "I'm from New York. The sept there in Central Park... that's about as melting pot as it gets." He shrugs his shoulders. "'course, bein' Kinfolk there ain't -nothin'- like bein' Kinfolk here. Back home, we weren't allowed in the caern. We didn't even really get to interact with Garou, unless they was direct family or the Den Mother. Here, we have unprecedented access to the caern and the Nation both. It's inspirin'." He heaves a gusty sigh. "I just wish I could figure out how to make 'em as proud o' -me- as I am 'o -them-," he mutters glumly. It's about that time that his phone chirps at him. "Shit, is that the time? I better be gettin' back home. I got a meeting with some investors in the mornin'. Gotta make sure I'm bright-eyed an' bushy-tailed." He gets to his feet. "It was real good seein' you's guys again. Don't be strangers, ah?" He flips a jaunty two-fingered salute before he turns and heads for the door.
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Iris watches Furio head up and out, then looks back to the table with a small smile and a shrug, "And that happened, so.. Kinda stubborn, or is it just me? Ah well, I'm pretty sure there's probably a way to explain or demonstrate that he'd get eventually. If nothing else it'll make for an interesting show and tell debate."
Branton takes a deep breath and sigs as Furio leaves "Holy shit. That guy needs his meds adjusted and to learn how to talk to people. I wonder if any of that stuck. He's got a reputation amongst the local mages as being a bit stubborn and full of himself. Which, if you know anything about mages, is goddamn hillarious. I'm gonna hit the road myself, I've got a business meeting myself. Just mine is a spell that needs to be performed at dawn. Not my favorite time of day at all."
"Hey would you mind if I tagged along?" Iris asks of Branton, "I don't want to interrupt or anything but I'd be curious to see how you greet the sun, if you don't mind." If not, she'll just go home with Nascha!