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Kris walks, more like sways, passed the quad, occasionally grabbing one of the benches for support. It's early in the morning, and a gentle mist still clings to the ground, and the sunlight is dim. She notices that there's hardly anyone around but her, causing her to shiver slightly. To any onlooker, she definately looks to be "slightly" drunk.

A large hulking figure looms out from the early morning darkness one of SCCU's early morning joggers it would seem. He passes Kris, then doubles back and looks at her, "Hi beautiful."

Kris stops for a moment, then fixes the man with a casual glance. She doesn't say anything, untrusting of people in general, and turns around, giving a stagger or two, as she moves in the opposite direction.

The man grabs your slender waist from behind. "Hold on. Are you okay? Can I help?" You feel his hot breath on the small of your neck.

She turns and places her hands against the man's chest and neck and shoves at him, though her attempt is futile at best. "Leave me alone," she shoots at him, though lacking any bit of real confidence.

The man looks around, then covers Kris' mouth. "Not really." The other arm wraps around her stomach and he drags her backwards, his breathing getting more heavy.

Kris muffles against the hand, closing her eyes. She whimpers before taking the initiative to bite into a finger, in unison stomping on his foot with her bootheel. Using that she spins and shoves at him again, this time with a little more force. "Get away from me!"

The man yelps, then snickers evilly as he sweeps a leg under Kris, knocking her down. "Not so fast. No one can hear you. It's not even sunrise yet. So make it easy for me, yeah?" He advances towards Kris, placing a foot on her back.

Out of the corner of your eye, over the other end of the courtyard you see some movement before the thug plants a foot down on your back, forcing you to kiss the ground.

Kris hits the ground face first, the earth muffling her curse. Finding herself immobilized by the foot. She would have called out to the movement, save for the fact she's got a mouthful of dirt. A few muffled, "Get away from me" 's can be heard before she attempts to roll over, unnoticing of the growth change giving her extra leverage. All she's aware of, is panic.

Across the field, a trenchcoated figure looms out from the mist. A young man seems to be talking what looks like a bird perching on his wrist, "What?I don't...owww..stop. Owww..okay. What? Cub? Oww...." is all you can make out as he stops halfway across the courtyard, looking at the bird.

The man mutters, a brief curse as he loses balance and falls on Kris. He regains enough sense to grip her hair and pounds it once into the ground, stuffing a jogging towel into her mouth. Lust blinding his sight, he overlooks her sudden size and coarseness of her features.

Apparently, enough is enough, and a lunge backwards accompanied by a quick blur gets the creep off her back, and to make sure he doesn't come back around for seconds, a clawed hand open-palm slaps him, sending him sprawling. The jogging towel is spat out from the muzzle she's now sporting, and it seems she's just a tad mad, moving to advance on the unfortunate jogger, Oblivious to her rather...caninish appearance.

Keith's eyes bug out as he spots the Crinos form across the yard. "Holy sonvabovinecreature. Right. I see the cub now." Patting the Falcon spirit on the head, Keith circles the pair warily.

The lecherous guy falls backwards hard on his back, the breath knocked out from his lungs. He raises his head, swearing all the way. "When I get my hands on you bitc....." The rest of his impromotu rant is cut short as he catches sight of the gigantic half-man half-wolf creature. "HOLY SONVABEEEEEEEEEE...." The air is filled with the sour smell of ammonia, piss if you would rather.

Kris continues to advance on the jogger, then shakes her head snorting as her rather hieghtened senses pick up the secent of ammonia, that causing her to sneeze. Keith's presence is finally picked up, an ear flops forward towards him before the scent is overpowered and she goes back to trying to have jogger for breakfast.

Keith covers his eyes with his hands and swears loudly, "Oh I can't look. Damnit. Sheesh. Did I have to go take a walk in the woods? Oh yes....and run into some lamebrained falcon spirit and OW!" The young man winces as the kinfetch pecks him on the nose. "Right, I'll go stop the cub."

The jogger screams and generally crawls backwards, kicking and screaming. "Get LOST! HAAAALP! Arrrrghh! Waaaaargh!" Grass and loose clods of dirt smack into Kris' muzzle and furry body.

Her paw raises in a killing strike, sort of about to teach the poor man a permanent lesson on preying on unsuspecting, albeit intoxicated young girls in the woods. The dirt makes brown patches on a previously flawless white coat, causing her to pause in her action and shake her muzzle and sneeze to remove the dirt from it.

Running silently, the young Ahroun gathers up momentum and launches himself at the other Garou's back in a Jet Li-style flying kick. The moment his foot makes contact with the furry back of the Crinos, he activates the Falling Touch, sending her hurtling into the jogger. Falling on the ground, Keith mutters, "Ooops."

Kris flails forward, poor jogger, hope he got out of the way. However, the new "threat" seems to take precedence over matters, as she turns to focus her attention elsewhere, the jogger forgotten for the most part. But it seems to be the thing that clicks elsewhere, seeing this other, giving her cause to hesitate.

Unfortunately, the hysterical jogger was right in the path of the falling Garou. The crack of bone and screams are muffled by the large furry Crinos body. He flails helplessly underneath the behemoth a little longer before he passes out, his system shutting down. Whether from extreme shock, overwhelming pain or both it is hard to tell. Behind her, the young man who downed her with a single kick flips backwards off the ground, and stands.

His hands dangling by his side, in a nonthreathening gesture. The youth speaks with authority, "Easy. No kill. Calm."

The words seem to register, the creature pulls herself off the jogger; even in this form she seems to carry a grace that decieves her size. A shake of her head, the words registering a little more. The red haze seems to pass from her mind, her eyes widening as she stares at what was her hands, reality slowly sinking in.

The bird that is still perched on the young man's wrist, up until now, takes off and soars right at Kris. It is a falcon and everything seems to happen in slow motion. It lets out a triumphant high-pitched scream of fufilment and smacks into Kris' chest, right over her heart. No impact is felt, just this warm feeling of calm and wholeness. You feel yourself shrinking, back into your birthform.

Her arms quickly wrap around herself, what is left of her clothes begins falling off her body in shreds. She glances to the man then to the jogger, and begins backing away from them both, shaking her head in a guesture of disbelief. Well, this is a sobering experience, but she still can't seem to walk to well. She doesn't get far before falling to the ground, in a fit of tears. It's not everyday you find you can suddenly grow a fur coat, and that's exactly what's going through her mind. Her head lifts up to stare at Keith, and only one word falls from her lips, "Help..?"

Keith keeps his face calm, gallanty sweeps his trenchcoat off his shoulders and onto Kris. "Here. Take this." He helps her up gently to her feet. In a soothing bass tone, he mutters, "Right. Calm down, I'll answer your questions all in due time. I've got to bring you somewhere first, trust me. Please?" Staring into Kris' eyes with his own, a little bit of Persuation tossed in the side to sway things in his favour, he gestures to the direction he came from.

Shaking, she stands, leaning against him for a little support, pulling the coat tighter around her. Even without the Gift, she wasn't about to argue, but one thing does play on her mind. "What about him?" she asks, guesturing to the jogger.

Keith smirks, "Not to worry, if he has anything of a mind left, he will not be able to remember anything. Such is the beauty of the Delirium. Close your eyes. I'll carry you all the way." Sweeping Kris up, the young man's face grows coarser as he uses the enhanced strength of the Glabro form to carry her. "A friend's place. She'll be of help. I hope."

Kris grips his shirt as she's swept up, giving only a whimper of protest. She does close her eyes, tightly, the question about the Delirium stilling on her lips.

Holding up a silver dollar and staring into the shiny coin, there is a slight disorientation, before the duo flips into the vivid Penumbra of the SCCU. Webs cover everywhere, broken up by small clumps of Wyld energy.

Kris peeks her eye open for a few seconds to glance around, feeling the odd shift, before the other opens as well. "What the..." she murmurs, lifting her head to glance around the odd landscape.

Brigid comes out of the dorms and across the Quad.

Keith brigtens up, then waves across the Penumbra. "We're saved! It's a friend! 'Gid! Over here!" Batting away an inquisitive weaver bug, he continues waving to Brigid.

Brigid blinks quickly and makes tracks across to Keith, unslinging her cape-coat from her shoulders.

"I think I'm going to be sick," comes the mumbled whisper. Kris blinks turning her head at Keith's shouting, then blinks some more seeing Brigid.

Keith puts Kris down gently. "Erm right. Go with Brigid. She's one of us, like you and me."

Kris looks up to Brig, then to Keith. "One of us?" She repeats softly, pulling keith's coat tighter around her.

Brigid nods slightly. "Yes, one of you. Come now, I won't hurt you. And I think my cape-cloak will cover you better than Keith's jacket."

Keith closes his eyes and holds out an arm to receive his trenchcoat. "Erm..Brigid, I didn't have time to give her any details and all. She just freaked on some guy on campus and erm...yeah she changed and the guy's probably a nutcase and all but hey it's okay 'cos you gotta take care of her first, okay?"

The look of a cornered rabbit flashes across her features, before she struggles to stand on her feet. A hand moves over her stomach, to affirm the previous statement about getting sick, but she doesn't protest to either Brigid or Keith's whims. and if Keith thinks he's getting the coat, he's nuts. It's only pulled tighter around her, with a mumbled, "I'll wait until I'm somewhere less public."

Brigid hands Keith the cloak, "Drape that over her." She reaches out a hand towards Kris, "Once he gets the cloak around you, feel free to drop the coat. That thing would hide four people in it, it'll cover you just fine. Then you can come with me, all right?"

Keith still has his eyes closed. "Brigid, young lady? Anyone? Can I open my eyes now?"

Brigid gently pats Keith's face with her cape-coat. "You can open your eyes long enough to put this on her..."

Kris frowns at the two of them, and snags the cloak and the coat is all but rudely tossed in Keith's face. A few moment's pass and the cloak is now covering her, and her arms are crossed defiantly over her chest.

Keith slips the trenchcoat back on. "Righty...erm..." Opening his eyes. "Alright. Girl, what's your name? I don't believe we've had introductions yet."

Brigid sets her hands on her hips. "Kristine, Keith. Keith, Kristine." Her tones are mildly impatient as she casts a few looks around the Quad.

"It isn't 'girl'," she murmurs, the spark having long left her. She glances up to brig, then to Keith, and whispers, "Can I go now?"

Brigid smiles to Kris, "I think it best if you come back to my place for a bit, Kris. I at least can give you something to wear."

Keith nods to Brigid and Kristine. "Right. Brigid, take care of her. You can go now Kristine, see you later, I hope. Brigid, I'll clean up the details here. Call the cops or something from a payphone off the highway for the guy."

Kris shoves a hand in her hair, and nods to Brigid, not saying anything.
She then murmurs a quick apology, for what is anyone's guess.

Brigid nods and holds out an arm to Kris, "Let's go, I've got some hot tea back at my dorm." Looking over her shoulder at Keith, "I'll call the police when we get there. I'll call Brit about this later, see about getting her over to the Estate."

Keith nods to Brigid, "I'll just vanish and head back to the mansion, okay? If Brit's in, I'll inform her about it or something."

Kris grips Brig's arm tightly, then looks to Keith. "Thank you." With that, she rests herhead against Brig's arm, and shudders.

Brigid nods again and ushers Kris towards the dormitories, giving her a gentle pat as they walk.

Brigid traverses the lawn of the mall, destination apparently being the dormitories off in the distance.

Brigid's Room
This room started out along the same lines as any single-occupancy dorm room in Storm Hall. Basic furnishings and furniture. Desk, bed, chair, closet, etc. That's pretty much where the similarities end. Taped to the ceiling, in a very orderly fashion, are scads of posters. One has a dark angel, black winged and majestic, bearing a limp woman clad in white rags in his muscular arms. Also abundant are posters of wolves, and a few more esoterically gothic posters. The rest of the room is a quiet display of some gothnicity. The bed is draped in a sheet and comforter set of black with silver stitching, obviously well-worn, but still rather attractive. On a small table beside the bed is a stunning glass sculpture of a rampant dragon that looks like it cost the room's occupant a small fortune. The large sculpture is surrounded by smaller, less imposing crystal figures. Dark curtains drape over the window, whose ledge is piled with very large, very old, very imposing books. Anyone coming in the window would make quite a ruckus knocking those over. The desk is lit by a small lamp, which casts its light on another sculpture, this one of a winged unicorn, seemingly in flight. A few pieces of clothing poke out of a hamper in one corner of the room, and a carved wooden stand holds a small array of cloaks, wraps, and headwear. All in all, this a dark, but not necessarily imposing room.