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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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Well lookie here, Sawyer. It's your favorite werewolf. Okay, so not really. But she's here to bug you anyway.

Bella comes padding in, ears flicking and looking around in curiosity. She walks over and sits down near him, watching him work between big sweeping glances around the Vatican.

"What is this place?" she asks.

Dean is definitely in no mood to deal with Sawyer. So, as Murphy's Law dictates, he runs into him. He's still steamed from the whole arguing with Sam thing, so he's going to be in a pissy mood for a while. He'll get over it, but for right now, he's going to act like he's four, and pout.

... He is worried about Sam's brain, though, and even though it goes against pretty much ever code ever, he's decided to go hang out in the Vatican. Maybe it was for peace of mind, maybe it was because he needed somewhere to relax. Maybe Cas will hear him and come rescue them.

Hah, sure. Keep dreaming, Dean.

His expression is totally exasperated when he sees what Sawyer is doing, and he glances at Bella before answering.

"It's supposed to be a holy place, but I guess Blondie missed that memo." Dean drawls.

"Hey!" Sawyer said, pointing at Dean with the rather large axe that he's holding. "You wanna pray Your Holiness, be my guest. But the next time somethin' on this colon cruise decides to have a little white meat for dinner, we'll see what takes care of 'em first. Your prayers or my big-ass fortress."

"Holy place," Bella observes. "Is this like... caern? Wellspring for the spirits? I do not know your words." She snorts a little in frustration.

"You have a weapon?" Oho, this is relevant to her interests. "Where did you find that?"

Dean scowls at Sawyer. "Didn't come here to pray. It's not even the real Vatican, so wouldn't count anyways."

He glances at Bella. "Yeah, something like that. You got gods? This is for all us humans to pray to one of 'em."

Dean's not interested in the axe. Dean has a gun. He's happy.

"Good, then how 'bout ya shut up and lend a hand," Sawyer said gruffly to Dean.

He then looked at the wolf--the little bitch that had chased him through the city earlier. He wasn't scared no more. He had an axe!

"Got it in the museum. Why? You want one, Lassie?" he asked her.

"Mother Gaia created us all," Bella replies simply to the gods question. "Great Fenris is patron spirit of my tribe, also. This place is not much like a Garou caern, I do not... feel it." The air is wrong. There's no sense of being near the Umbra, if Stacy even has an Umbra.

"Yes. But I do not know what "Lassie" is," she tells Sawyer. "Were any of them silver?"

Dean's tired of explaining references, so he ignores the Lassie comment and shrugs. "I don't feel it either. I'm not one of those people."

Meaning he's not a big believer in any of this. Funny, considering he has actual proof. Dean glances over at Sawyer, though, and honestly, he could use something to do with his hands.

"You owe me booze." Dean replies, making sure his gun is securely in place before heading over to help Sawyer with whatever he's doing. "What do you need me to do?"

Sawyer scowls at the wolf. "Silver? What the hell I look like, Tiffany's? This ain't no damn jewelry store. Ya wanna silver axe, go look for one."

Bending over, Sawyer grabbed another iron axe and hands it to Dean. Start bustin' off the other end o' this pew," he said. "You do know how to use axe, right, Ace?"

Bella pads over to another iron axe, giving it a good sniff. It smells... metallic. Old. Cold, dead, and with a touch of rust. She ignores the two men as she examines it. This is a weapon, a two-legs weapon that she understands. Not like a gun.

Bella offers no warning or explanation, shifting upwards into Crinos form. She picks up the axe in one massive clawed hand, hefting it and feeling its weight. "Not silver. But it is a weapon."

"I know how to use an axe, jackass." Dean grumbles, taking the axe from Sawyer and getting to work. Of course, when Bella speaks, he looks up out of habit, and blinks.

Then cusses loudly.

"Jesus Christ, the hell? Did the steroids suddenly kick in or something?"

Sawyer follows Dean's gaze and jumps back. He's seen it before, but it doesn't mean that it's still not freaky as hell. Even more so now that it has an axe, too.

"Oh, HELL no!" he shouted. "You wanna turn into the Bigfoot-Wolfbeast from hell, go right ahead. But you do not get an axe!"

Bella looks over, not putting the axe down. "This is war form. Crinos. The one with chinfur has seen it. I do no hurt to you." She turns to Sawyer in particular, and here adds a little threat with wrinkled muzzle. "Make me," she says, then gives the axe a slow, experimental swing. It seems very small in the hands of a giant wolfbeast. Really, Bella's more comfortable with her claws. But Sawyer wants it back so apparently it has some value, so she is obligated to keep it just to assert her dominance.

Dean's a bit speechless. He's seen werewolves, but his type of werewolves were just humans with abnormally pointy teeth. They didn't have fur or anything like that. So of course, he's a bit stunned.

Not scared, because he's dealt with enough supernatural shit to be able to handle what's thrown at him, but still. Giant, nine foot talking werewolf with an axe?

"Dude, if you don't want random people trying to shoot the crap outta you, I'd suggest putting the axe down and not being tall as fuck." Dean says calmly, staring up at Bella.

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.

Sawyer was now being watched by an one eyed carpenter in his early twenties. He was still twitchy after the funfest hell the slug put him through.

"Where did you learn fort building, on an island? You don't need support there, it's already reinforced. I can tell."

"Well, thank you, Bob Vila," Sawyer snarked back. He then hoisted his axe high over his head and brought it down on the pew, splitting the side--the arm rest and legs--off from the bench portion.

"So, ya gonna just stand there lookin' dumb or ya gonna lend a hand?"

"Maybe. Guessing a tool belt's too much to hope for around here. I haven't found one yet."

Xander looked around for something he can improvise with. Hmm... this might work for a hammer.

"Have you checked all the ways in and out here already or that still on the to do list?"

"Yeah," Sawyer answered. "Aside from those doors--" He pointed at the massive doors into the basilica. "--there's a break in the wall near the sacristy, and another one on the south side for a rail line."

"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."

"Well that covers ground. What about air?"

Sawyer scowled at what he considered to be one of the dumbest questions he'd heard all day. "It's Vatican City," he answered condescendingly. "When was the last time you heard about a city with a ceiling?"

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