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This Old Basilica [Rated R for Cussing]

Down in the city, there is a loud crash. Followed by several bangs. And they're coming from the Vatican. From inside St. Peter's Basilica to be exact.

Sawyer is inside the massive cathedral, hard at work--for once. The top of his leaf suit lowered as he, dripping sweat, toiled away in the church. Having discovered a set of iron tools in one of the museums, he is busy making some not-so-subtle renovations to what had been--before it was stolen--the seat of the Catholic church and the home of the pope. The heavy pews are no longer anchored down and have been moved against one wall. Some will be nailed together to form beds, while others will be ripped apart and used to cover the stained-glass windows.

All the candles in the basilica have been collected and lay on the altar waiting to be sorted. All the gold and silver in St. Peter's--including most of the candelabras--have been tossed into two separate piles to be melted down and made into bullets. They'll eventually be joined by some of the iron, steel, and bronze in the museums. Only the tools and weapons that are useful as is will be left.

If anyone were to help him, he'd probably be a prick about it, but still appreciate it nonetheless.

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The axe really is too small. It could be improved if it were dedicated, but Bella doesn't know how bonding an item to be appropriate for each form is done. She again wishes One-Crow were here, he could fix that.

But it will do until Bella can find a real battle axe. That would be incredibly nice to have in Crinos, a proper Get of Fenris sort of weapon. Not just her claws, though those are deadly in their own right.

"Chief-rhya did not shoot me," she says reasonably, voice low and rumbling due to being huej. "Many others saw One-Leaf-Ear and myself in war form shortly after we woke. And if a fuck is this large, I like being as tall as it." She seems very smug.

"I don't care what Elmer did or didn't do," Sawyer said, stepping forward. He was feeling more brave that he had an axe. Granted, she did, too. "We ain't a war...yet. So, unless you wanna start one, I suggest you get back down on all fours."

Bella laughs. It's a really weird sound coming from a werewolf and it's creepy to watch, but that's clearly what she's doing.

"War? You would suggest war with Garou?" She shakes her head, chuckling. "Brave, human. But very stupid."

"Hey, hey, no wars," Dean jumps in, axe resting on his shoulder. Definitely no wars. "Cut it out with the fighting. I know you both feel all macho with the damn axes, but it's getting us nowhere."

If Dean sounds irritated, it's because he really can't go anywhere without fights breaking out, and he's sick of it.

"Damn, I need a drink," Dean grumbles to himself, rubbing his forehead.

"Work first, booze later," Sawyer ordered, finally stepping back away from the giant wolf. "And you--" He pointed at Bella. "--stay over there," he said, gesturing to an area on the far side of the basilica.

"And no peein' on anything."

"He said war first," Bella grumbles, but she takes the axe in her teeth and starts wandering the basilica, ambling on all fours. It's interesting in here, the floors are oh so very shiny and the ceiling is oh so very high up. She sets the axe down and rears up near a wall to more closely inspect a carving, sniffing it critically, before getting down and picking the axe up again. Sawyer and Dean probably have a few minutes of peace before she gets bored and works her way back around.

Jeeze, it's like working with children.

Dean gives a sigh, and goes back to work on whatever it is Sawyer's having him do. It'll get him booze, and man, that sounds so good right now. After arguing with Sam, getting his ass handed to him by a girl half a foot shorter than him, and having to deal with Sawyer, he's ready for a nice long nap.

Which is something he will never ever get, apparently.

A few hours later, Sawyer was drenched in sweat as he wandered over to the altar to take a much needed break. He dropped his axe in the middle of what used to be the aisle and glanced back at the sizable stack of long planks that he and Dean had been able to create out of some of the pews.

"Whew!" he said, hoisting himself up onto the altar and reached behind the stand that held a massive copy of the Holy Bible to retrieve a large bottle of bourbon.

"Break time," he said with sense of accomplishment.

Bella returns from some far flung corner of the Vatican where she has been doing some poking around, the axe still in her mouth. She's reverted down to Hispo form, now more a very large wolf than anything else. She wanders over to investigate.

"I have explored this human caern," she says, sitting down and placing the axe at her feet. "I do not understand it. There is no way to the Umbra. There are no guardians. There is no bawn. It does not even seem to have a heart." She's rather disappointed. She was hoping to see some really strange human things. She doesn't necessarily approve of really strange human things, but they're interesting and occasionally good for letting anger out on.

"What have you done?" she asks the men, curious. All this activity with the axes, beyond the fact that they're weapons, has gone mostly over her head.

Dean doesn't bother climbing up on the altar, he just flops down where he is. He's feeling that same accomplishment, and he's feeling a lot better than earlier, having had something to keep his hands busy. With a sigh, he leans back on his hands, and watches as Bella comes over.

"I dunno what an Umbra is, or a bawn. Humans do religion differently, I guess." Dean replies, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. When he opens them again, he sees Sawyer with the bottle, and frowns.

"Hey. Gimme." Dean says, making a grabby-hand at Sawyer and the bottle. He'll let Sawyer answer the question about what they're doing, since he has no idea, really.

"Bustin' up planks of wood so we can cover the windows. In case we get attacked like everybody else on this damn boat already did," Sawyer explains. He twists the cap off the bottle and takes a big swig before handing the bottle the Dean.

"Now we just gotta figure out how we gettin' the damn things up there," he thinks aloud. Then, an idea hits him and he looks over at Bella.

"Hey, Lassie. How much can you lift?"

"Umbra. Spirit world. It is not so hard to understand," Bella explains to Dean.

She looks at the planks, then the windows, then at Sawyer. "My name," she says coolly, "Is Bella."

Dean takes the bottle happily, taking an equally big swig from it and then closing his eyes, enjoying the burn. Ooh, that feels nice. He glances between the two of them, and sighs.

"Are you two serious? It's not my job to stop fights, so knock it off." Dean scowls, taking another sip from his bottle. He looks pointedly at Bella. "Y'know, you'd probably be better off just ignoring him, 'cuz he's not gonna stop. Just some advice."

"Yeah? And we ain't apes," Saywer countered, gesturing to himself and Dean as he tossed Bella's own derogatory comments about him and the other humans back at her.

Then, he snatched the bottle of bourbon out of Dean's hand before he drank the whole damn thing himself. "She's a touchy lil bitch, ain't she?" he asked Dean.

"No, you are two-legs. Humans. Whichever," she says simply. One-Leaf-Ear especially likes the word "ape".

She's about to say something about how Sawyer started it, again, and how it would be a waste of energy for her to pick a fight she knows she'll win anyway.

But then she hears a word. A certain special word that she does not like.
"WHAT did you say?!" Bella's voice is more a bass snarl than speech as she rears up into Crinos again, the axe in hand. Her ears flatten back and she bares her teeth, a rather unpleasant light in her eyes as she stares at Sawyer.

Dean gives Sawyer a bit of a nasty look when he steals the booze out of Dean's hands, but he doesn't say anything. The word bitch isn't really out of the ordinary for Dean to hear, obviously, so he merely shrugs in response, but apparently, Bella doesn't like it.

So when she hops up and turns into the huge-ass wolf thing, Dean blinks. And then has the nerve to sigh in exasperation, stand up, and try to wave her down.

"Hey! Bella, dude, calm down. You gotta learn not to take things so personally." He says loudly, though he doesn't get too close for fear of being eaten. Or axed. Or something.

"I said you're a touchy lil bitch," Sawyer repeated rather nonchalantly, obviously not seeing what all the fuss was about what he'd said. Hell, he'd said worse before, that was for certain.

"I AM NOT A DOG," she rumbles. This is killing her, really it is. Crew members are not allowed to fight, but she wants to oh so very desperately. "IT IS PERSONAL."

Bella gives an involuntary shudder, fighting back her own raw anger, and continues more quietly. "The Ship Spirit forbids fighting. I do not dishonor it in the human caern." She straightens somewhat, standing taller but her stance is less on the verge of leaping forward and mauling Sawyer. She imagines how it would feel- no, don't go there don't go there don't go there...

"My Alpha would not let me kill you," she says flatly, even as she remembers. He was always so soft like that. "Do not call me "bitch" word again," she adds with a little more ferocity after a few seconds. "It is word for dog. Garou is not dog. Dog is less than wolf, dog is less than man, dog is nothing."

Sawyer looks at Bella like she were ~~a rabid dog~~ completely crazy. "'Bitch' is a female canine, sister," Sawyer corrects. "Last I checked, that was you."

Dean really, really wants to facepalm. Because honestly, provoking the nine foot tall werewolf with pointy teeth and an axe? That's real smart. While Dean enjoys a good ribbing, there is no way in Hell he'd ever go against those odds. Hey, he might be 6'1, but that doesn't mean anything about something three feet taller than him.

"Did I not say fucking knock it off?" Dean says loudly, aiming that mostly at Sawyer. "Jesus Christ, you'd think you'd learn not to pick fights with a giant-ass wolf. That's common sense, Blondie."

Dean looks up at Bella. "And you, are you listening to me? Hey, eyes down here, woman." A pause, to make sure she's paying attention. "See, Blondie over here is an instigator. He's gonna keep calling you that word to get a rise outta you. So ignore him, alright?"

Dean's starting to get pissed off. He hates being the mediator.

"Instigator?" The new word distracts Bella. That helps. "He does not look like one," she says, eyeing Sawyer critically before looking back to Dean with head tilted a little in confusion. "No scales. Teeth too small. Not green." Clearly, she thinks he means "alligator".

Sawyer just shook his head and downed more bourbon. "Are you seriously tryin' to talk sense to a canine?" he mocked.

"... Not alligator. Instigator. Means he likes the irritate people for fun." Dean says, rubbing at his forehead. "Would you mind shrinking back down?"

He ignores Sawyer, because really, his main goal is to not get mauled.

Dean probably has nothing to worry about, Sawyer's the one in the lead for Most Likely To Have His Limbs Removed By The Werewolf.

"Instigator. Not alligator. I will remember."

At least the original spike of rage has worn off. Bella shrinks back down again to lupus form, politely. "You," she tells Sawyer, "Are not worth my time. If you were Garou I could fight you for rank to put you in your place but you are not." She looks over them both calmly. It's impossible to tell that a couple minutes ago she was ready to rip off heads. "I will be going hunting now. Goodbye." She picks up the axe in her teeth and turns to leave for the Sensoriums. She almost seems smug.

"Hmmmph...Well, I guess that means she ain't gonna be helpin'," Sawyer commented--loudly--as he watched Bella start to leave. He then handed the bottle over to Dean and reached into his pocket for a pack of Marlboro Reds and a lighter.

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