Sarita: Ninja Assassin

[-glory-] [OK, welcome to this oneshot! Here are the rules:

1. 10 min posting rounds. If/when we’re dicing, declare in 2 min. Roll in 2 or I’ll roll for you and/or skip you. If you want to post ICly during combat, keep it to when you’re not actively declaring/rolling, or else keep to the 2-minute deadlines.
2. If you happen to be multitasking, make sure you can keep up with the deadlines. Otherwise, I’ll ask you to stop your other scene.
3. No posting order, but please post ONCE for every post I make unless I say otherwise.
4. Keep track of your own health and tempers.
5. Questions in the chat. Don’t IM me. If I don’t see the question, repeat it until I do. If I don’t respond for minutes on end — I’m probably posting. You should wait, unless it’s absolutely urgent, upon which you should PM me once.
6. PM me your applicable flaws. This includes stuff like nightmares and phobias and hatreds and compulsions!
7. If there are any off-limits themes, imagery or events you do NOT want to see in a scene, PM ’em to me now.
8. I’ll start us off!]

[-glory-] They all take their turns patrolling the Caern – every Garou in this Sept. If it were a more Glass Walker-flavored Caern, there might be a set schedule, a Google Calendar somewhere, but it’s not. For the most part, Garou guard the caern without needing to be asked; each pack dedicating one member at all times, the packless simply rotating in and out as their honor dictates.

Tonight, they’ve drawn the graveyard shift. It’s nearly dawn, and it’s cold, and they want sleep. Their shift ends in an hour or less. Almost done. They can almost feel the hot water of the showers they’re going to take. The softness of their beds.

And then the Warder calls for them.

“My Ragabash reported a disturbance about two blocks west,” he rumbles, Glabro-formed, hulking and feral. He doesn’t bother with politeness and courtesy, but then – Athro Ahrouns don’t have to bother with that sort of thing. “Go check it out.”

So off they go.

[Activate your shit if you’re gonna! We’re doing barebones STing, so battle is starting shortly.]

[Adara Mires] She actually was surprised ot find herself patrolling with Katherine and Sarita. It felt slightly odd to be with the packmates and also kinda familiar. It reminded her of the night they drank at the Loft with a very drunk Lukas making quite the exit. The thought made her grin a litte. It doesn’t last though, her face turning serious. Disturbances on the Caern weren’t to be taken lightly. When an Athro dispatch 2 Cliaths and one Adren, well you know it’s serious.

She run with the two other woman, her form matching theirs. She will follow Katherine’s lead tonight, she was the higest ranking of them after all. She could keep pace fairly easilly with the other two Garou. For once she wasn’t chatty, focusing on the task ahead. If it turn out ot be nothing, then she’ll return to the talkative galliard she is. She doubted it will be that easy.

[-glory-] [just fyi, i might sprinkle in short descriptive posts here and there. don’t worry — i’ll only make “serious important” posts once per cycle-of-posts.]

[Honor’s Compass] It doesn’t take Honor’s Compass long to shift.

To her credit she is perhaps one of the more obedient in the Sept when it came to obeying order and rank, but then, this should never be a shock when one is discussing a Philodox. The Adren nods at the Warder, a polite little head dip, spine straight as the trunk of an Oak tree and merely glances at her sister; at Adara.

She shifts, then and there, slowly shifting with a liquidy, crackling shimmer.

The statuesque blond creature suddenly replaced by a white furred Hispo wolf. She shakes out her coat; sleek, purely white but for markings of black around her snout, around those clear blue eyes. Let’s go Umbral, she instructs Sarita across their totemic connection, and whuffs the same at the Fury.

[Go go Resist Pain
Luna’s Armor: Stamina + Survival]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 4, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Honor’s Compass] [LUNE DON’T YOU SASS ME.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 8)

[Honor’s Compass] [Wrath of Gaia, ya’ll. Charisma + Intimidation]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-glory-] Two blocks west.

Two blocks west takes them into the core of river north. Glittering skyscrapers and expensive city views. Magnificent Mile. City view.

Or that’s what they’d see if they were realmside. They’re not, though. In the Umbra, the heart of the city is glittering and silent. Spires of glass and steel rise impossibly high. Webs, glistening like polished metal, arc gracefully from every edge, every cornice. Here and there they can see the Weaver’s servants, so efficient and soundless. They take no notice of the wolves. They haven’t caused enough of a disturbance.

(Yet.)

Only it’s not entirely silent, is it? There’s a steady noise, repetitive and grating, that steals into their awareness. whirr-chk. whirr-chk. whirr-CHK. whirr-CHK. Louder, as they get closer.

[-glory-] [baddie 1, wp]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 9 (Failure at target 7)

[-glory-] [baddie 2]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7)

[-glory-] [baddie 3]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 5, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s following Kate’s lead, of course. That’s a no-brainer. The Owl girl is grinning a bit as they go to check it out. It isn’t that she isn’t taking it seriously, just that…well. Anyone who saw her fight alongside others in grant park would understand. You mean when she pulled a gun on War Wolves? That would be the one. So she’s grinning because she’s fucking insane? Pretty much. How the fuck did I get stuck as the narrator for a psycho? Because you wanted to narrate someone who was hot and female. I could have ended up as Kate’s narrator. HAHAHAHAHA yeaaaaaaaah, no. Wasn’t gonna happen. Why not? Because you don’t wash your hands after you use the bathroom and Kate doesn’t want someone with pee-hands in her head. Damn.

Anyway, she’s keeping up with the other two as she stalks along, gun out so she might be able to get a shot off before whatever it is is on top of them. She’ll go tooth and claw when they’re in range.

[-glory-] [btw those WP were for future reference. for now they’re all still there, cuz they haven’t seen Kate yet!

baddie 1 percep + alert]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[-glory-] [baddie 2 p/a]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-glory-] [baddie 3]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[-glory-] [if you guys are trying to sneak up, counterroll dex+stealth!]

[Honor’s Compass] [Let’s see if the glowy one can be stealthy.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Ooh, there’s one for me to roll! Milky Eye!]]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[And then Stealth]]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] (stealth time)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[-glory-] [percep on sarita is diff 9, so even her one succ is good enough to beat everyone. sadly, kate’s 1 succ is not *dies*]

[Honor’s Compass] What a sight she must be, this wolf of Gaia.

Loping along with the grace of her forefathers the Silver Fang slows to a more careful trot as the sounds grow louder. Her ears flick back, and then fold against her skull and she drops; all but crawling, her belly low to the ground as they gain so close the sound is all but thunderous.

Her fur glows softly; a pretty luminescence. Coupled with this, the Half Moon focuses her energy on what lay ahead; pulling at the teachings of one of Gaia’s own avatars, to instill such deep, gut strong fear into minions of the Wyrm that to stare down Honor’s Compass was to challenge Gaia herself.

[-glory-] They’re two blocks away. Then one. Then half,

and they can hear voices across the corner. Low growls under that droning, dragging noise: whirr-KSCHK. whirr-KSCHK. A fouler tongue, feral and rough, a bastardization of their own Garou speech; a language dragged underground a thousand years ago and twisted in those tainted lightless corridors into the almost-unrecognizable tongue the Dancers speak today.

” — won’t be much longer now. A little deeper and the Herald will be able to take root. Tap the Weaver’s mainline and use it to send the Call.”
“And then?”
“And then Anhkahahn will reward us most lavishly, won’t she?”
A low chuckle — abruptly stopping. “Wait.”
“What?”
“ … I heard something. Come!”

They have no more time. Their enemies are running for them; will be around the corner to meet them in seconds.

[Honor’s Compass] Stay hidden, Sarita! Katherine’s mental voice is calm, her authority is without hesitation, or notion of refusal. If they rush us, I want you in a position to flank them and bring some of them down.

The Fury gets a low, gruff whuff of order: “Song of Life follow! Attack who I attack.”

Then, there’s no time. Honor’s Compass draws herself upright, plants her paws into the dirt and bares her teeth.

[Adara Mires] When Katherine shifted, she did so well. Her small, slim frame turning into a lithe, lean dark furred with grey highlights monster. She wasn’t as beautiful to behold as Katherine but she moved with matching grace. She smelled the air, her ears perking as she hears the voices.

She crouched, eyes scanning the surroundings. She hears them coming and flex her claws. They will encounter hte enemy soon and even though she wasn’t one to look for fights constantly, she felt the surge of adrenaline then Katherine spoke. She nodded in acknowledgement and gets ready to defend her life.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] I’m on it, chica. She keeps low, creeping around to get into the exact flanking position that the Philodox commanded.

One set of doom planted directly in evil ass, on order.

[-glory-] Amidst the flawless order of River North’s penumbra, the two twisted things that spill around the corner are almost an affront to the senses. The smaller is limping on three legs, the fourth held cringing to a sunken chest. Fur is missing from its body in great, raw patches. It takes one look at Honor’s Compass and its courage breaks; it turns tail and runs yelping.

Its brother is made of sterner stuff. Huge and black, two eyes jammed onto one side of its face like a flounder-fish, it slams hamsized fists against its chest and roars at the visible Gaians. It’s unmitigated challenge.

Then it sticks its claws in its mouth. Whistles, shrill and sharp. Around the corner, the mindless whirr-KSCHK stops suddenly. A second later, the ground shakes as something large, something very fucking large, rumbles toward the battle.

[inits time!]

[Adara Mires] (init + 7)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[-glory-] [Flounder +8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Honor’s Compass] [+9]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[-glory-] [btw, since this is PvE, you guys can use as many shares of totem as you have.]

[-glory-] [Herald +7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[-glory-] Kate 16
Flounder 16
Adara 14
Herald 13
Sarita 9

Declare in reverse!

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Rage: Insta-Shift to Hispo
[1a: Bite attack
1b: Bite
r1: Bite]]

[-glory-] Herald
1. arrive!
R1. attack kate
R2. attack kate
R3. attack adara
R4. Something Evil

[Adara Mires] (1a bite
1R bite
2R bite)

[-glory-] Flounder
1. Bite Adara!
R1. Bite Kate!
R2. Bite Adara!
R3. By now I’ve noticed Sarita. Bite!

[Honor’s Compass] [1a.
1b.
1c. — clean bites on whats his face there roaring at us!
R1.
R2. Same again. WUT. You goin’ down, bro.]

[Adara Mires] (my target is the same as Kate’s by the way)

[-glory-] [Okay, before round proper begins! Sarita ambushes. Roll current Dex+Stealth for her! And tell me which target.]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Dex=Stealth on Flounder]]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[-glory-] [Target’s Wits + Alert to resist]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[-glory-] [okay, +3 dice to your one free attack. roll it!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[NOM NOM NOM! Bite, -2 diff for Behind attack]]
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 3)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Forgot reroll 10]]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 6 (Failure at target 3)

[-glory-] [ignore the 1 on the reroll – 9 succ total]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Damage]]
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[-glory-] [TREACHERY! Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-glory-] [Okay, Flounder is changing actions cuz he TOTALLY NOTICES SARITA NOW.

1a. Turn around
b. Bite Sarita! +1 diff
R1. Bite Sarita! +1 diff
R2. Bite Adara! (same)
R3. Bite Sarita! (same) ]

[Honor’s Compass] [1a. Biting Herald! -2 Split Action!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[-glory-] [roaring dude is Flounder, btw]

[Honor’s Compass] [Damage + 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[-glory-] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 5, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Honor’s Compass] [1b. Again! Come on Katie, bring the pain.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Honor’s Compass] [Damage + 3]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[-glory-] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Honor’s Compass] [1c. WTF. KATE DON’T BITE LIKE A SHADOW LORD.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)

[Honor’s Compass] [Damage + 4]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[-glory-] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 7, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[-glory-] [Rage revive?]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7 (Botch x 1 at target 8)

[-glory-] x_X

[-glory-] Roaring, the big Dancer charges the field

only to have the small, lithe Strider all but phase into existence at his back. He never sees it coming, but he sure as hell feels it when her teeth rip open his back, crack his spine, splats a chunk of metal and viscera on the ground.

Instantly, weaverspiders fall on the mess, calcifying it away, cleaning it up.

The Dancer’s fate is sealed from then on. He doesn’t believe it, doesn’t want to believe it, keeps roaring defiance every time Kate snaps at him, but it’s only a matter of time before the Fang tears his throat out. He drops. Rage twitches through him, fades away. A second later tiny spiders are beginning to swarm over his corpse as well.

[-glory-] [metal? wtf? i meant bone. bone and viscera.]

[Adara Mires] *bite herald)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Adara Mires] (damage + 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-glory-] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[-glory-] Pavement, so flawless and pristine this side of the veil, cracks under the Herald’s weight when it steps around the corner. Perhaps once it was a mighty spirit of the Weaver. Some sort of immensely powerful transmitter-drone. A Manifest of GPS. Perhaps when it was corrupted, navigation systems failed over the midwest for hours. Now it’s a tool of the Wyrm, and the Wyrm has added their own touches.

To call it gargantuan is an understatement. Twenty feet high, a juggernaut of corroded steel and leaking hydraulics, it resembles a humanoid the same way a battleship resembles a rowboat. Every dimension is exaggerated. Every surface is armored. What appears to be an antenna sits atop its undersized head. There are Wyrm glyphs carved deep into its chassis, and foul trinkets and talismans hang and rattle from its wrists, its antenna.

Bolted crudely onto its right arm is an enormous spiked hammer. Fearlessly, Song of Life charges the beast; bounces right off. Machinery whirrs as the Herald lifts its hammer, and then —

KSCHHKK.

— brings it down, shattering webwork, concrete.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Kate can hear it over the pack link as she rips into Flounder. FISHHEADS, FISHHEADS, ROLY POLY FISHHEADS! FISHHEADS, FISHHEADS, EAT THEM UP, YUM!

Oh, shit. Big thing. CHOMP!
[[Bite 1]]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 8 at target 5)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[DAMAGE]]
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)

[-glory-] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[-glory-] [-1R to shake off stun!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Bite 2]]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 7 at target 5)

[-glory-] [*record scratch* rerolling with split mods!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Try this again. Bite 1]]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 7, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5) Re-rolls: 3

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[DAMAGE]]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 6, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[-glory-] [same soak.]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Bite 2]]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Damage]]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 5, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[-glory-] [CLANK. soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Honor’s Compass] [R1: BITING.]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Honor’s Compass] [Damage + 2]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[-glory-] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 5, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] (R1 biting)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6) [WP]

[Adara Mires] (damage + 6)
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[-glory-] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[-glory-] The Garou throw themselves at the giant. Teeth screech off metal. They taste rust; they taste battery acid. They put enough damage in to crush a Dancer, but the Herald barely seems slowed.

whirr, the hammer rises. And falls.

[attacking Kate!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[-glory-] [damage!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[BITE NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM]]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5) [WP] Re-rolls: 2

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Damage]]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[-glory-] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 5, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[-glory-] [Herald changes R2 to: knock Sarita back!]

[-glory-] Ferocious beyond what anyone would expect of the easygoing Strider, Sarita rips a sizeable chunk of armor free. It clatters to the ground, smashing the body of the dead Dancer — and a few Weaverspiders besides.

The tiny gafflings whirr in alarm, stiffening where they are, eyes glowing blue. That alarm spreads like a wildfire. Soon, the Garou can see pinpoints of blue everywhere. On buildings, on lightposts where electricity spirits dance; across stretches of webwork that arc austerely overhead.

The Weaver will respond soon, no doubt.

[-glory-] [Herald loses 1 soak. Weaver has been made aware of a class C disturbance in sector 0-120-8. Response imminent: ETA 2-3 turns.

Kate’s R2!]

[Honor’s Compass] [R2 BITE RAR SLASH KATE KILL NOW.]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5)

[Honor’s Compass] [Damage + 6]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)

[-glory-] [ack soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] (R2 bite)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 5)

[Adara Mires] (damage + 5)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[-glory-] Another bite, and pistons and feedertubes explode free, hemorrhaging sickly fluid everywhere. The whirring of the Weaver gafflings grows louder, more urgent.

[-glory-]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-glory-] R2 – slam Sarita back! This is a special attack. Damage is bashing, but Damage x2 = distance thrown in yards x10.
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6 (Botch x 1 at target 7)

[-glory-] [-_-

okay, Sarita takes her next attack at -1 diff.]

[-glory-] R3 – Attack Adara
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[-glory-] Damage +2
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 6 (Failure at target 6)

[Honor’s Compass] [Kate is now taking any and all attacks on Adara!]

[-glory-] R4 – Something Evil: Mindcrusher.

Everyone needs to resist this roll with WP vs diff 8! If you don’t match or exceed successes, there will be further details.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 7, 7 (Botch x 1 at target 8)

[Adara Mires] (WP)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 7, 8 (Failure at target 8)

[Honor’s Compass] [WP!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 6, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[-glory-] [round sumup:

Flounder x_x, 2 overkill
Herald 19 damage, on the verge of death

Kate OK
Sarita OK
Adara 6A

PMs coming!]

[-glory-] Creaking, shuddering, falling apart, the behemoth slams its hammer down. The ground shakes. Shakes again when it falls to one knee, fist planted on the asphalt. Weaverspiders skitter and spin, scattering like marbles. The Herald lifts its one unaltered hand — little more than a slab of metal — to its head. It gives a low, wavering moan from its very bowels. It’s a noise of pain and despair, rage, paranoia.

It grows and it grows. Glass begins to shatter. Concrete ripples and buckles. When it hits the Garou, the world turns upside down — black to white, dark to light.

[PMs really coming now]

[-glory-] It’s not so much a vision as flashes, series of impressions:

amunet’s body broken, skewered on the claws of
hunter, it was hunter all along, him and that fucker that went wyrm, that other fucker that left town,
the three of them both fucked her over real good,
they fucked her, her sister: hunter from behind, john in her mouth, leon just waiting his turn,
using her, hands pulling hair, choking her, slapping her,
beating her, breaking her,
body bruised, skin blooming purple and yellow,
skin blooming black, blistering with boils,
turning putrid with rot,
all of them rotting now, skin sloughing, skeletons, dead.

amunet dead, torn in two, her eyes glassy and open.
(why didn’t you protect me?)

[-5 gnosis. if you don’t have that much left, lose WP to cover the difference. gain Nightmares for a week, as well as whatever psychological effects visions might incur.]
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Honor’s Compass] It’s not the blood in her mouth, the stinking flesh she spits from her maw that does it — but that ear-shatteringly, mind-altering moan. The Silver Fang whimpers and shrinks back onto all fours; burying the side of her face against one paw in an attempt to dislodge the impressions suddenly so clear in her minds eye.

Those of her sister, prostituting herself for money.
Those of her brother, ignoring the cries of his son along with his wife.

She whines, the Half Moon and trembles, shaking herself out of this nightmare with force. Her head snaps up, she bristles and snarls; snapping her jaws. Not quite spent yet, Honor’s Compass.

[Adara Mires] She closes her eyes and hsakes. Yes, her whole body is broken and it hurt even more buty she can’t help it. It was too much. She was nothing, just a young girl with too much power. Kinda like Tom Cullen in the Stand. Powerful like hell but dumb. She couldn’t make a proper plan for the brotherhood, she couldn’t fight, she was worhtless.

Who does she think she was, hanging with Adren and the unbroken, thinking she could do as good as them. Maybe it was true, the only reason Carter suffer her is that she was more kin than Garou. Nothing more. Probably why she didn’t get much offer to join a pack. No one wanted her. She was a liability.

She tried to curl but her body doesn’t respond. Her eyes are closed, tears running down her cheek and a lgiht wimpering sound could be heard coming out of the broken shell of a Fury.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] That deep-seeded, terrorizing moan hits the (currently) enthusiastically violent Strider’s ears, and worms its way into her ears. The thoughts that it breaks are unspeakable. They would be unspeakable for those who barley knew the situation. For Sarita, they’re incomprehensible. Even now, in her Hispo form Sarita is less impressive-looking that her fellow combatants due to her smaller size. But no one could mistake her ecstatic leaping around and laying waste in battle.

It’s felt through the pack link. Sarita has laughed, she’s been somber. There have been a couple times that she’s even cried while in Chicago. This would be the first time that anyone’s heard her scream. It’s unrestrained, and shakes with nothing less than absolute horror. Pure pain. The sound is vocalized too, as much as a Hispo can scream. It sounds like a strangled mix of a yelp and a howl. She physically staggers; if the thing had sent her flying across the battlefield, she wouldn’t have looked as punch-drunk as she does now. Even with four legs under her, she nearly falls. She is, momentarily, quite insane…not frienzied, as she could not frenzy in nearly any situation. If she had her full reserves of Rage and hadn’t spent them, she might have had a chance. But instead, she is simply out of her mind.

And it is saying something that she acts as others might in the midst of frenzy, preparing to throw herself at the thing without any single regard to her well-being. She probably couldn’t care if it died or she did right now.

[-glory-] Spent.

That’s a good word for it. That’s what the behemoth is now, all its pain and rage at its own taint and corruption poured out of it in one colossal spasm of horror. It remains as it is, bowed, so very nearly broken. It’ll take almost no effort at all to put it down now, and maybe it wouldn’t even resist. Maybe it won’t even give them that much satisfaction.

But no. Honor’s Compass rises, trembling, on edge and furious and wracked. And with a terrible shriek of metal on metal, unlubricated, all its oil and fuel leaked all over the Weaver’s pristine world — the world that was once its own — the Herald raises its heavy head.

Beneath that hulking brow, the tiny, almost invisible glimmers of red that are its eyes blaze a little brighter. Burn a little hotter.

The Weaver has no survival instinct; no urge for vengeance. A drone feels nothing; it exists and it un-exists, manifests and demanifests as the Weaver needs. As Order demands. This is no longer a drone, though, and with its corruption came some spark, some figment of free will. Deep within, something begins to cycle up. A whine rises, thin and high as a jet turbine’s, underlain by a pulse so low-frequency it’s more felt than heard. Its eyes glow and dim to the same beat.

At the edges of its rusting, decaying chassis, bolts begin to vibrate in their sockets. Begin to glow red-hot.

[Declaration: self destruct sequence! Will explode for massive damage at end of round. Will likely backfire on the one to kill it for somewhat less massive damage.]

[-glory-] [with Herald taking one action at end of round, and with damage mods applied, order of actions becomes:

Kate 16
Sarita 9
Adara 9

Declare!]

[Adara Mires] (noot doing anything except curl into a broken ball and whimper)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [1a: Bite
1b: Bite
1c: Bite]

[Honor’s Compass] [Kate’s reflexive orders: Back off! Something is wrong! We need to get out of range!

1a. Grab at Adara
1b. Drag to safe distance!]

[Honor’s Compass] [1a grab Adara!
1b. Draaaaag. -3 split]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 3)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Bite 1]]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 5, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 5) Re-rolls: 4

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Damage]]
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[-glory-] [okay, he cannot soak it all, but let’s see how badly he dies!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[-glory-] [KABLAM.

sarita, soak this!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[-glory-] [kate, soak this … twice!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Honor’s Compass] [Soak 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Honor’s Compass] [Soak 2!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 5, 5, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[-glory-] Kate – alert, still sharp – calls for an emergency retreat. It’s the smart thing to do. Damn thing’s gonna blow anyway; who cares if they’re not the one to strike the deathblow?

But her companions are in no shape to heed her. Adara is all but catatonic, a whimpering ball on the ground. Spiders are beginning to sample her testingly, extending antennae, feelers. And Sarita —

Sarita’s beyond language.

It says something about Katherine, what she does next. It says something about why she earned her second name. Honor’s Compass. Her packmate is plunging for the heart of the beast. She cannot hope to save them both, shield them both. And between her own packmate — savage and half-mad but unharmed — and a near-stranger, a young Cliath of no particular attachment to her, but so grievously wounded that she couldn’t possibly survive a full-force blast: she makes that choice.

The white wolf grabs Adara in her teeth. Flings her over her back and runs. And Sarita — roaring or screaming or both — leaps at the Herald, the picture of blind vengeance.

It only takes a single bite. She feels her teeth buckle metal. Crunch through something delicate and volatile. There’s an instant in which her heart all but stops. Then the world explodes, heat and light and a blast that shatters her eardrums, collapses the smallest alveoli of her lungs.

She’s thrown backwards, burnt, battered. Twenty yards away, Katherine flings herself over Adara an instant before the white-hot flash of detonation resolves into a billowing red fireball, roars over her back, reduces the tips of her fur to fine ash.

Then it’s over. The Herald is gone. Seconds later, a thin metal pole, twisted by heat and charred by flame, clatters down on the empty street: the last remnant of that broadcast antenna that had channeled such horrors into their minds. And far down the street, the rigid, lockstepped shadows of much, much larger spiders approach.

The Weaver is coming. They need to leave, now.

[Honor’s Compass] [Strength of Purpose, Stam + Rituals, per 2 suxx, recover a WP to max, vs Diff 7]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 6, 6, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[-glory-] [+3WP to all!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She actually sounds surprised when she does enough damage to put the thing down. Not just for the fireball that sends her flying, but for the fact that she killed it. She didn’t even reckon she would get close enough before it crushed her. So when she feels the explosion engulf her and send her flying, it takes a moment or two after the fact for her to realize it was the herald’s destruction and not another weapon. She’s staggering back to her feet and looks about ready to fling herself back into the fray.

Then she realizes that there’s no fray to jump back into. Just the Weaver, coming for them. And the pain of the explosion has ripped her out of her fugue state just enough to be aware of her surroundings; of her packmate and the injured Adara. It’s just enough for her to forget about launching herself at something else to kill and instead getting the others to safety.

She shifts up to Crinos and moves to help Kate to her feet, and to pick Adara up.

“Let’s go.” It’s said in the High Tongue. It’s probably actually something like “Let us depart from our present location with urgency and, to wit, post-haste,” but all Sarita knows it as is ‘Let’s go.’ Adara is slung over her shoulder and she follows Kate’s lead to go to the Sept.

[-glory-] [btw, i’m pretty much done with rolls at this point! if you guys wanna keep playing til they’re safe, i’m happy to keep narrating. but dice are finito!

final tally:

Wimp: Fled the field
Flounder: Dead, 7HP, 2 overkill
Herald: Dead, 20HP, 3 overkill
Sarita 3A
Kate 2A
Adara 6A]

[Honor’s Compass] The Silver Fang’s fur is charred, but she’s suffered far worse.

Hell, the last time she died was from far worse. The Hispo Silver Fang gives a brief shake of her smoking coat and pushes herself from her protective stance atop the Fury. It would never be pity that had Katherine Bellamonte drag another from battle but purely, should they ever ask, the fact that her father had perished, doing precisely thus.

Trying to drag his pack-mates to safety; getting cut off from them in the attempt; dying, alone.

She would never leave another to die in such a way, in truth, it might well spell her own death, in times to come. But not this morning, this morning she drags the Black Fury from the depths of her own demise and covers her, then rises and shakes off death like a coat of unwelcome dust.

When Sarita arrives, she is greeted with steady study by pale wolf eyes; then a nudging.

Let’s go.
Whuff.

They go.

[Adara Mires] She felt worthless, useless, insignificant. Her weakness forced Katherine to save her, protect her as if she was a mere child. She never felt so depressed in her life. Then something happened, so will seeped into the broken shell of the young Fury. She stopped shaking for the moment, stopped crying and whimpering.

She is picked from Kate’s back and over Sarita’s shoulder. She frowned “Put me down” She say with conviction. SHe was shamed enough as it is. Getting hurt badly with one blow, then the shaking and crying. She was better than this..was she really? She wasn’t sure anymore but she wouldn’t be carried like a baby. She shouldn’t be moving or running but she doesn’t care. She was stubborn that way

She litterally willed herself to run, overcoming the pain. For now, at least, she will appear to be worthy of being with her two companions. She could crack again later, in the privacy of her room.

[Adara Mires] (*some will seeped…)

[-glory-] They go.

It’s not easy. Katherine’s very presence has given them some new strength of will; some new resolve they didn’t know they had before. And they need it, every ounce. The empty, pristine streets they passed on the way here have shown their denizens. All those perfect, flawless, soulless creations of the Weaver: the very reason these areas of the Penumbra are able to remain so spotless. So magnificent.

They’re everywhere on the way back. Sentry-spiders. Hunter-killers. Cleanup crews calcifying everything, everything. The wolves have to sneak and dodge. They have to scale skyscrapers, cross wind-whipped tightropes of webbing. One of them nearly fall. The commotion is enough to draw the attention of dozens of spiders.

And then they all have to run for their lives. Spy-seekers hovering overhead, searchlights raking the streets for their fleeing forms. Hunter-killers thundering after them with lightning-fast, rail-precise motions of its many legs. Hover-bugs whirling above them, deadly copter-blades slashing for their necks. When they burst out of the frozen heart of the city, the air feels like it has texture and taste again at last.

When they cross that magical line, the border of their Caern, they can feel the presence of friendly spirits. Guardian-shades of the Caern rearing up at the bawn’s edge, stonefaced and immobile, standing firm as an entire army of the Weaver-drones race to the border

and stop as one.

There are no curses. No threats. No waving of fists, brandishing of swords. Merely a mute second of calculation; the risk balanced against the reward. Far, far away, they can see a giant, a spirit of telecom, an uncorrupted twin of the creature they put down tonight. Then, without a sound, without any sign of deliberation or decision, the Weaver’s creatures all turn in synchrony. They move away, some north, some south, some west, some straight up. They disappear into those shining, deadly corridors of their city.

The night is quiet again.

A Kinfolk Talk At The Loft

[Adara Mires] She had decided that otnight was the time to visit Carter. It’s been a while since she had seen him, in fact, she hadn’t since he had been exiled to the Silver Fang’s loft. She entered, greeted by Lucille, the latina maid of Katherine. She smiled warmly to her

“Good evening, my name’s Adara, I’m here to see Carter” The woman nodded and asked Adara to follow her. Even though the Fury wasn’t part of the Unbroken or her Mistress’s entourage, she still let her in. Lukas had given the young woman permission to visit and Lucille was aware of it.

Adara looked around, feeling terribly underdressed in flat soled boots, jeans, tank top under hoodie with a light jacket to complete her outfit. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, one lock left free to fall over her left eye. She followed the woman and slowed down at the sight of the pool. Well Carter, you lucky bastard, she thinks. She’d love to live here and have acess to everything inside. She also knew that her friend would not agree with her. Then again, maybe he’s getting seduced by this place. She was,

Lucille led her ot where Carter was and she beamed a smile at the Kin “Hey handsome, what’s up?”

[Carter Roth] It was too the bedroom that Adara was lead, to the room where Carter had been given lodging, his own personal cell in this proverbial prison, certainly he had leave to go work for the Doc, or do other jobs that he claimed to have, but in the end, at the end of the day he was still a prisoner, still forced to return here less Wyrmbreakers wrath become terrible indeed.

The room is dark when Adara enters, lit only by the soft glow from a side table lamp. Carter himself is seated on the floor, his back to the bed and a book in his hand, reading by the soft cast of the lamp. He looks tired, he looks haggard, most of all he looks strung out, if the man had gotten more then five hours sleep since he had come to live in this place, it would be a surprise to any who saw him.

He flinched, ever so slightly as Adara’s presence was felt, but he didn’t recoil, didn’t try to hide or fight, he merely sat there and watched her. “Adara, here to see how captivity is treating me?”

[Adara Mires] She lean against the doorframe and grin “Actually I was wondering if oyu had a bikini hidden here so I can enjoy the pool downstairs”

She smiled warmly “I’m here because I miss you, grumpy” She say in a playful tone

“And yes, I”m worried about you. How have you been? You look exactly liek the other day, when you were lacking sleep and was on edge” She say, softly, more serious. She really was concerned for him. She stepped inside, moving closer ot him and sat on the floor, her emerald eyes on his.

She took off her jacket and he might notice 4 dark points on the back of her hand, going up under the hoodie’s sleeve

[Carter Roth] “How can I sleep in this place huh?” He asks as she comes into the room proper and takes a seat. “All this rage, it doesn’t stop.” He said his voice dry and cracked, he coughs for a moment before shaking his head and reaching up to grab a glass of water from the nightstand, which he swiftly chugs from. A few seconds later the glass is empty and he clears his throat, speaking clearly once more.

“I’ve had to catch a few winks at the Doc’s.” He said as he put his book down after checking which page he had left off at. “Its gonna be interesting making it a whole month. I mean I’ve done sleep dep missions before, going a week, sometimes a week and a few days without much sleep….but a month?” He chuckled dryly and shook his head.

[Katherine Bellamonte] Downstairs, the garage door activates with a gentle buzzing.

They can’t hear such from the rumpus area, but a sleek black vehicle pulls into the spacious Garage and parks; the door winding down behind it. From behind tinted windows a pair of long legs emerge, followed by the remainder of Katherine Bellamonte. She is mid-sentence, it would seem, speaking to the Strider in the passenger seat.

“–such great things about her but to be honest, I find her latest song to be rather absurd.”

The strains of Born This Way cut off as Katherine switched off the ignition, leaning in and collecting together a handful of grocery bags. A bread stick hung out of one, along with various green-ended vegetables and a packet of eggs. Ah, the Unbroken had been shopping. It was such a very human exercise that it almost boggles the mind to contemplate — perhaps especially so for one like Carter Roth, who found most everything about Katherine’s kind rather off putting.

Jostling bags, the Half Moon turns at the access door to her home and says, lowly: “Have you met the new house guest, yet? The one Lukas sent?”

[Adara Mires] She nodded, watching him. “I know, we don’t have an on and off switch.”She say with a soft smile “At least you can go to the Doc’s and pretend to work while you crash in your bed” She tell him iwth a playful grin

“Wish I could help you, but I know that my presence will only add to your troubles even if it’sfamiliar nad you are used..or kinda used to my rage” She shrugh slightly “I’d tell you to take sleeping pills but it’s not really the best idea. Though eventually, you’ll need some.”

She poner something “Maybe there’s a way to convince Lukas that you should get one night sleep at Daoi’s. I’m sure she could convince him. Oh I saw her a few days ago. She helped some with the Brotherhood plan. Cordelia gave me an idea too. Now I’ll meet with Doctor Slaughter, see if hse has any ideas and then rewrite sone things”

She smiel at him “So, beside being awake all the time, what have you been up to?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Dude, Kate, it’s completely absurd. That’s the beauty of it.” She grins, and grabs a couple of bags herself, hefting them as she moves to carry the bags inside. The Strider is very familiar with the garage…it’s likely that Kate has found her in there, working on the Bitchmobile when she has the chance, or even doing maintenance on the Fang’s vehicles. She finds it a calming exercise.

When Kate asks about the Lord kin, she shakes her head, moving to head inside behind the Philodox. “Not formally. Just in the ‘excuse me’ brushing by as he heads to the bathroom. Luckily, I sleep in so we haven’t had a problem with bathroom sharing.

[Carter Roth] “Exercise.” Is his one word response to her inquiry. “Its about all I can do here, it dulls the feeling for a little bit if I really….really push myself.” He said as he looked about for a moment, his eyes tracking on the bright light that came from the hallway. He could hear no voices there, no feeling of rage, had he really been alone for a time, free from their influence, he could swear nothing had changed….

He shifted slightly as he adjusted his position and then pushed himself slowly off of the bedframe leaning forward as he pushed himself into a squat with a slight groan. He let his body shift, the bones settle before he pushed himself to standing and began to stretch out tired and worn muscles.

“I couldn’t take sleeping pills here even if I wanted to, I don’t want to be that far under in a place like this.” He said as something loud popped in his back and he let out a little sigh. “I also doubt that Wyrmbreaker would let me sleep elsewhere, I am certain this is all part of his grand plan.”

[Adara Mires] She grinned crookedly at him “Well, if you ever take any, I could sleep over, watching over you, in case someone want to abuse you or something” She followed him up on a very fluid movement

“I mean why would someone want to abuse your sorry ass is beyong me, but I could watch over you” Her tone is light. She knows he would hate having someone watch over him like a child. of course, it’s part of why she said it, because she likes to tease him. Even when on edge. Wouldn’t be the first time he snap at her. And she told him because in fact, she would watch over him if he wanted to.

“And don’t jusde Lukas too harshly, I”m pretty sure that he would agree for you to have a night off, for good behavior. He doesn’t want to drive you insane you know. Even if it might look like it” She smiled to him

[Katherine Bellamonte] “Yes,” the Half Moon protests lightly as she opens the door to find Lucille to one side of it already, waiting to accept two of the bags into her arms and begin marching toward the kitchen, leaving Katherine with one, better able to turn and frown at Sarita in continuing mystification.

“But why anyone needs to arrive to an awards ceremony dressed as an egg defies even my comprehension of absurdity.”

Slipping her shoes off, the slender Silver Fang follows Lucille’s wake to the kitchen and deposits the bags on the counter, turning, collecting a fresh apple from a bowl of fruit; she leans her hip against the counter; pale eyes thoughtfully tracing toward the stairwell.

“He avoids me as well, in fact I’m not certain I’ve seen hide or hair of him since he moved in. Lucille,” Katherine inquires over a shoulder, biting into the flesh of the fruit, “has our mysterious Mister Roth shown himself this evening?”

The dark-eyed Kinfolk turned from placing boxes of cereal away; her wrinkled mouth pursing. “Not much, Mistress. He have a visitor though, they upstairs now. Adara Mires, she say her name is.”

Katherine crooked an eyebrow at Sarita. “Well, at least he’s not a complete hermit. Shall we go and say hello?”

[Carter Roth] Carter glowered at the Fury at the mention of standing over him, keeping watch while he slumbered like some incontinent child. He snorted derisively and shook his head, looking away from Adara as he stripped off the shirt he was wearing and tossed it into a pile that was growing in the corner, and plucked up a new one from within his duffle bag.

“Because I need the thought of you watching me sleep in my mind as I try to drift off to sleep.” He looked back over at her at last and spoke sarcastically. “Thanks for that.”

He doesnt seem to particularly agreeable with the whole Lukas situation either, but then it was easy to tell, the man was on edge, he was jumpy, he was ornery, he was all the things a kin shouldn’t be when they were around the trueborns, but here he was none the less. “He’s probably laughing right now….or…or hes waiting for me to break completely.” Yep, don’t forget paranoid to boot.

“Besides, how would you know him so well hmmm?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “She went in a meat dress the Award show before that. An egg is like a step down.” She grins.

She follows along and sets her bags down. Kate goes for an apple; Sarita goes for a drink. Everyone has their priorities. She looks up when Lucille says Adara is here, and she raises an eyebrow. The gesture is probably remarkably similar to Kate’s. She looks over at her packsister and grins. “Sure, sounds like a plan.”

[Adara Mires] She was amused by his reaction, and didn’t hide it “Awww come on, there are worst faith than having a friend looking for your safety. You have to admit that at least” She picked her jacket from the floor

“As for Lukas, I hear things, I’ve met him a few times. He’s fair. Maybe firm, but he has to be and I respect that. He’s not pointlessly mean liek some can be. In therm of Elder, we could be stuck with much worst. And yeah, I like the guy. He’s been good to me, so sue me.” She grin at him, letting him change, while she takes off her hoodie, it was warm inside. Her new tirbal style tattoo on her left arm was exposed, going from her shoulder ot hte back of her hand.

“So, anything you’d liek to do tonight? Maybe hit the pool? I doubt we can have a training session here. It’s not a shooting range”

[Carter Roth] Carter ignores the inquiry about what he would like to do, he had many thoughts of that sort on his mind, none of them he could act upon. “Hmmm lets see, I’d love to go out, wander around for hours, drink until my liver is black and then fall asleep in some random motel and hope I wake up, that would be really nice about now.” He said as he took in the tattoo and shook his head before pointing at it.

“And what does that signify? And why Tribal?” He asks, for a garou such an answer might be more simplistic then a humans ever could, but he asked none the less, in that oh so gruff, oh so straight to the point way that had gotten Carter in trouble so very very often.

[Katherine Bellamonte] In truth the upstairs of Katherine Bellamonte’s Loft was quite spacious enough for sparring. It had, in fact, been used precisely for such purposes more than once before by Kate’s present and past pack-mates; both realm-side and Umbrally. Presently, the second level was open to the elements without the bedrooms shaped around it like a U. Wood and metal stairs clanked faintly when feet stood upon them and raised the travelers to the floor above which, when looking down was slightly shorter in span than the level beneath.

Exercise equipment was set up in one corner, along with various game systems and a large TV against the near wall when reaching the top of the stairs. Bean-bags littered the floor here, as well as a few easy chairs tugged forward.

It was an airy, light space with high windows and Katherine kept it well; her maid no doubt making sure most everything found its proper place when the time came for cleaning. Tonight, she patters up the stairs in bare feet and jeans, a soft cashmere sweater in soft gray set off her pale eyes and had the sleeves rolled up her forearms; revealing tan skin. She was, in appearance alone, a lovely woman to behold, Honor’s Compass.

Yet her presence also brought that stifling Rage that the Shadow Lord Kinsman found suffocating.

He was fortunate then, it was only one of the Unbroken pack member’s moons. Voices drift from Carter’s room and Katherine, stopping without it, raps the back of her knuckles against it. “It’s Katherine Bellamonte, Monsieur Roth. May I come in?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] And there’s just a hint more of Rage behind Kate. Sarita is almost as low on the stuff as you can be and still be a Garou. But it’s there, and she takes a casual lean against the wall next to the door as Katherine calls through it. She sips at her drink as she awaits the response.

[Adara Mires] She laughed “Well, we could go out of your room, wander for hours, get drunk until you pass out…then see if you ever wake up” She smiled, after all it would be the same as taking sleeping pills and he said he thought it was a risk to be so out of it here.

“As for the tattoo, I wanted something looking like that. I asked a friend to design it for me and if you unfocus your eyes slgihtly, like when you look at the weird 3d pictures, you’ll see my tribe’s glyph. So I got the ink for the style mostly and wanted to be clever about showing my affiliation.” She shrugh. She liekd it and it was all tha mattered after all

She turn to look at Kate and Sarita, smiling to both of them “Good evening Katherine, Sarita” Shesay in a warm, polite tone “I have to say, you have a gorgeous place”She tell the Aden and she meant it. She was in love with the loft.

[Carter Roth] More rage, it compacted in on him, it drove him crazy that tingle that feel of wolf and pack and ancient blood. His own blood sought to react to it, to send off its own message but no such message would ever be sent, because Carter was a kin, and always would be, perhaps this was part of his anger, part of his almost irrational hate for the trueborn.

Regardless there was a knock at his door, open as it was and Carter green blue eyes hot in the direction of…shit…his hostess. His face tried not to turn into a snarl, tried not to become a sneer, and he managed it for the most part. It took him a long moment before he nodded slowly and spoke. “Yeah…come in if you have a need.”

His gaze turned back to Adara who of course, was friendly as a puppy with everyone who came by and instead of speaking more on her tattoo, he simply commented on the previous note. “Yes…but I would have to come back here to do it.” It was said quietly as he gaze returned to Katherine and he watched…and waited.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey, Adara.” She nods to the Fury. She looks in the door and then waggles her fingers at Carter. “Hey-ho neighbor. How’s tricks?”

[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine, apple in hand, pushes open the door to present the picture of herself, framed by her sister, leaning against the doorframe as it gently slides open. Hair unbound; she steps inside in a wave of Chanel and Rage; her eyes a very familiar shade of pale blue — they were almost a duplicate of her Alpha’s.

Young, the Silver Fang Adren was barely twenty-three years of age, her figure the curvy definition of this, the strength betrayed by her movement was that of agility; learned dexterity from becoming what she was, more so than who. For she was nobility, in the old world sense of things. This Silver Fang would nary have ever lifted a lily white finger if she were not born to the era she was, and to become what she was.

Monster.
Law Keeper.
Alpha.

Different to Lukas, yet Katherine did suggest ownership of this space, and not without a touch of her tribe’s sense of entitlement, those within it. She called them to order with her posture, the fine manner she tilted her face at them; inspected the clothes in the corner, then returned her gaze to first Adara, then Carter.

“I thank you, Song of Life. I have put much energy into this space.”

A beat. “I wanted to ensure you have everything you need, Mister Roth.” A generous mouth curved. “I do little in halves, you see. You are my guest, you must be well kept.”

[Adara Mires] She slightly move out of the way so she wouldn’t hide Carter for Sarita and Katherine’s view. Not that she could really. Carter was taller and wider then her and would probably be able to make her disapear if he ever hugged her while standing.

Yet, she move to lean against a dresser, holding her jack in her right hand and hoodie in her left. She looked at Sarita “How have you been doing?” She ask the Strider then looked at Katherine “Well, again ,congratulation. It’s simply..well maybe not heavenly, but then again, if I die, I want ot end up in a place like this. In the middle of the woods instead of a city maybe”

She grin slightly. She did miss living in cabins near the Wyld. But she couldn’t complain too much about her new city eiother. She fall silent, letting Carter talk with the Silver Fang

[Carter Roth] Carter nodded to Sarita as she waggled fingers at him, his face remaining neutral as he spoke. “Hello.” It was terse certainly, but at least it was pleasant enough. He then turned his head to the woman he knew was his hostess, the woman who had agreed to take him into her home, and he listened to her as she spoke to him.

Perhaps Katherine meant only good things when she spoke of keeping him, of making sure all his needs were met. But to Carter it distilled everything he disliked about his situation into one simple sentence. The upward curve of the woman’s lip became a sneer in his tired, rage addled mind, and her words, quite possibly meant in all hospitality, seemed mocking and derisive.

Let it be said that Carter looked tired, he looked strung out, if he had gotten mcuh sleep since his arrival, it certainly didn’t show as he glowered. “Kept eh? Like some kind of pet is it?” He asks as he reached up and scratched at a scraggly beard. “Oh yeah…got everything I need right here.”

[Katherine Bellamonte] “Yes, precisely.”

Instantaneous; without rancor, but perhaps a curl of amusement; thick like smoke coiling around her voice; housed in her eyes. She nibbles at her fruit, slices away a piece with sharp little teeth and chews silently, before adding as she swallows; and rids the taste from her lips.

“You are my pet as you make yourself one by casting resentment back onto those who would treat you with respect.” She blinks slowly, lazily at him. “Unless you would like us to interact with civility, in which case I will stop considering you a pet to be tamed, and return you to an educated, mannered man, hm?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “And see, I thought you meant kept. Adjective. Descriptive form of ‘keep,’ to provide lodging.” Hey, the Latina knows her vocabulary. Who know she actually paid attention in school. “But hey, what do I know?”

She gives Kate a wink and then looks back at Adara. “M’all right. How’re you? Ain’t seen you since you went all pew-pew-pew at the graveyard.”

[Adara Mires] She smiled at Sarita “I’ve been well. And yes…I prefered to use a gun that time because of the camera. And of course, there was always the possibily of people wandering in. Shooting seemed..better. Thought I’m pretty sure that if you didn’t get that thing with your fangs I would have been forced to change form as well. All in all, with the camera taken down and the laptop secured, we did good.

Oh, did you know? The car the twins used was found in tenessee. I called the Caern there and those nearby and gave them the twins descrition. So hopefully, a pack will cross their path and end them.”

She look at Katherine “And I have to thank one of your kin, Sasha, who helped with htat, using her CSI unit to get the tire tracks and then give me the info”

She turn her attention toward Carter and frowned slightly, as if saying don’t say anything…god don’t say anything.

[Carter Roth] “I just love how your version of respect involves keeping a man someplace he doesn’t want to be, especially a place where its pretty damn well known he won’t get a lick of sleep!.” It is only the word sleep which rises above his normal octave, hands balled into fists as he stared at the woman, but it wasn’t anger or hate that fuel’d the man, it had a different flavour, a feeling of desperation and a hint of hysteria.

Adara frowned at him, and Sarita made wit of his grasp of the vernacular and that does not help his mood one bit.

“See, if you were really smart? Maybe you’d have seen things like Adara did, even civilized well mannered folk still get pissy and sleep deprived, you don’t demote them to animals right of the bat do you?” He said as he folded arms infront of him.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, I heard about that.” She shrugs. “To be honest about the gun? Once something inhuman’s busted out, all best are off. And if someone else shifts…that’s sorta carte blanche. I’d-a taken the hit if the Veil’d been lifted, but it all worked out. We did well, yeah.”

She lets Kate handle Carter. She would her own responses and they may not make the situation better. One cook too many in that particular soup.

Why do I get the feeling this is gonna be a long month? She’s staying quiet audibly. Usually that just means that she’s speaking more over the link.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[all BETS]]

[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine flicks a brow at her pack-mate, there’s a certain familiar gleam to her blue eyes that suggests amusement, more than agitation. Capricious as any feline, the Silver Fang’s charm rang with a particular sharply wielded tongue — sharp as a rapier when put to the proper use.

Equal parts monster and human; such was the burden of the Philodox.

“Ah, Sasha, she is a competent young woman, I am pleased to hear she has been your aid.” Then, back to Carter, and his hysterics. Katherine tilts her head at him, rather more curious than displeased, all said. She sets her apple down on the edge of the table, and folds her arms behind her back; crossing toward the Shadow Lord Kinfolk without, apparently, a jot of fear.

“Did I put you here, Carter,” she asks evenly; circling him. “Or did you put yourself here. You know,” she muses, regarding him rather closely. “I have met Kin with your particular,” she rolls her wrist, looking to Sarita for the right word. “… grudges, shall we say, against my kind. But the truth is, you, like them before you, don’t know me from the next wolf, so as quick as you are accuse me of things, you are also grouping me with every other Garou you’ve met.

Which is neither fair, nor really smart of you.”

She crosses back, turns to regard him. “As you have decidedly not met every Garou in the world. I recognize that you struggle with our presence, I do not consider this any evidence of weak character, however while you are in my home, wishing to be or not, you will address me with passing civility, are we understood?

If you have trouble sleeping with such rage, I will happily do what I can to make this less of an issue for you. I cannot demand my other guests leave, but perhaps we can … relocate sleeping quarters so you have distance, if not total disconnection from our presence, at least until you have had some rest.”

[Katherine Bellamonte] [And, BRB! Grabbing dinner downstairs. :)]

[Adara Mires] She nodded to Sarita “You have a point. I’m trying to do things smartly, keep myself out of trouble. Getting caught for lifting the VEil, so not something I want to go through” Again, she things but don’t say. Her time in Seattle had be..though. She was learning from her mistakes and well now she simply eed ot find the middle ground. Not to be afraid to use her gifts but doing it smartly.

She watched and listened to Katherine. She might not agree with the circling but she had to admit, the woman had style. She did makes some sense but she was afraid Carter wouldn’t take kindly ot her words. It wasn’t easy dealing with Carter on his best day and today, was really not his best one.

She doesn’t interupt, not yet. It was Katherine’s home and she didn’t want to find herself between Carter and her…though..if needed, she will.

[Carter Roth] Katherine spoke and approached the man without fear, it was likely due to the fact that he had no weapons here, and could do no real damage to her, but when she tried to circle him he quickly backs away, not giving her his back in any way shape or form, he was too paranoid for that, to high strung. But then she spoke plainly, she spoke logically of how she was not every garou in this world, of how he had not met every garou and could not possibly make assumptions about every single one of them, this seemed to hit him more then off handed insults or casual or angered dismissal, she dug at facts, she did so evenly, with a cool temper and that seemed to bring the kinsman back to a slightly more even keel.

He pulled himself upright and folded his arms across his chest as he reconsidered the woman. “Fine, I’ll do that, but don’t assume my issue is with ever garou in general, plenty of you are monstrous bastards, and I’ve met enough of them. But my problem, and the thing that got me here, was about the system you espouse, not you as a person.” He says it evenly, talking like one person to another when you wished to debate something with another, it was the best anyone had gotten out of him in a long while, barring Adara.

He then shook his head. “It wouldn’t be enough, I’ve always been….particularly sensitive to that wash of rage each of you give off, it runs itself over my skin and into my mind, regardless of how far away you are, I can simply feel it in this house.” He shook his head once more. “No moving to other rooms won’t do it, and I can’t leave.” A gentle shrug signified the futility of the measure, but at least he didn’t throw it back in her face right?….right?

[Katherine Bellamonte] [annnd back!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “It’s a fine line,” she agrees, nodding to the Fury. “Shit happens, live and learn. No worries.” She’s been there. Everyone has a learning curve, and the Strider’s had her own over time.

She listens to Carter speak to Katherine, brow raised, and she glances to her packsister to see her response. It’s something like a tennis match for the Ragabash, and she’s very interested to see who gets to game, set, match.

[Katherine Bellamonte] “Oh,” Honor’s Compass laughs, a brilliant sound; as shatteringly elegant and light as wind-chimes on the evening breeze. “Oh, yes, there are a lot of monstrous bastards out there, Carter.” Hearing a curse word from Katherine’s lips was enough to make you wonder a little; especially when she made it sound somehow appropriate, despite its very intention.

Her eyes gleamed onward, she reclaimed her apple.

“Our system is not perfect, no. Trust that I know this perhaps more than most, given I am the one responsible for keeping others to its party line. But look, respect is an earned thing, so is tolerance to our presence. You cannot buy off these things, as much or as simply as it would be preferable we could.

You do the best you know how to, and I in turn will do what I can to make your stay here less exhausting.”

She nods, and takes a larger bite of her apple; noting. “Do try these, by the by, Lucille found them. Organically grown.”

[Adara Mires] She nodded to Sarita, agreeing with her.

She watched Carter and Katherine with a smile. It seem that things might be ok between guest and hostess. Katherine hadnled things very differantly than her but it seem to work. After all, as with many things, there is more than one way to do it right.

She was still leaning against the dresser, emerald eyes now on Carter as the Silver Fang change the subject, moving it to apples. And by the way the Adren was eating hers, they did look delicious. Too bad she would never eat one herself. Her digestive system wouldn’t approve

[Carter Roth] Carter listens still, despite how strung out he felt, how very much he wanted to rub his eyeballs from his sockets just so they would stop tingling within them. He looked behind him, looked to the bed and thought maybe now….maybe? please god maybe?

He looked back to Katherine then and shrugged. “Sure I can do that, if you and yours.” He said briefly looking over at Sarita. “Remember that respect is a two way street, I have to earn yours, remember that you gotta earn ours as well, don’t just assume cause someone else has heard of you and the things you do makes you right to rule or command us, you gotta earn that right too, even if the archaic contraption you call a system says otherwise.”

At that he sat down on the bed and looked to the three women who surrounded him, the three women that were putting out so much rage combined that a couple of months ago he might have vomited at the intensity. “Excuse me, I’m going to try and sleep now, don’t take offense that I won’t even try so long as your in the room and the door isn’t locked from the inside.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey big guy, I’m all about the respect.” She shrugs. She certainly has no problem giving kin their due. Hell, almost everyone things she’s far TOO giving with the kin. “You play nice, I’ll plan nice. And it’ll be all good.”

[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine’s eyes tick to Sarita, back to Carter. She nods, and pushes off from the desk. “Good, good. Then we are all on the same page. Let’s go, ladies, and let him try and sleep.”

With that, Honor’s Compass turns and slips from the room, taking a note unimpressive amount of the Rage with her — Carter can breathe a touch easier, at least.

[Katherine Bellamonte] [ahem, not, not note. I KEN SPEEL.]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Sounds good. Have a good night, Carter.” She smiles and nods to him, moving back into the main room.

[Adara Mires] She smiled to Carter “All right, have a good night.” She actually puch him lightly on the shoulder “Don’t do anything crazy…or at least crazier than usual” She grin playfully “See you around and call me if you feel liek hanging out”

She waved and exited with the other two Garou. Hmmmm it seem that trying the pool tonight is not rally an option anymore.

[Carter Roth] Carter simply nods to Adara and Sarita, perhaps he was to tired, to threadbare to even bother with a proper response. And while it might seem trivial to the garou who could slip so seemlessly between worlds and ignore doors all together, it obviously meant something to Carter as he closed the door and the lock sounded within. A moment later something…presumably the dresser, is pushed infront of the door, adding that little extra defense, that little extra privacy.

Who cares if security is a myth, the man felt better for it.

[Thanks for the scene guys! Id have kept going but my own eyes are burning as well. Take it easy!]

[Katherine Bellamonte] [Np, thanks for the scene! 🙂 ]

[Katherine Bellamonte] Honor’s Compass does not linger on the second floor, perhaps, as she promised the Kinfolk, she would try and put even a tiny amount of distance between him and their presence — regardless of how helpful it would be. She descends the stairs, her bare feet barely making any sound and when she touches the polished floorboards of her dining area turns, smilingly, on her two guests.

“Now, that task accomplished, who is for some of the Wyborowa Lukas brought me for ascending Rank?”

She quirks a brow, and pads toward the kitchen on a quest for the polish vodka.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She recognizes that Katherine is making a concession to Carter and she has no problem complying. She gestures to Adara and heads on down. When Katherine suggests the Wyborowa, she grins and takes a lean against the counter.

“You know me, chica. I’m always up for a little vodka.”

[Adara Mires] She walked with the two Unbroken, her feet probably almost as silent as the Adren. Even if she didn’t move with the same regal air that Kate did effortlessly, there was an inate grace to the Fury, one many dancers or gymnast would envy.

She smiled at the mention of vodka “If you don’t mind having me around, then I”d be honored to have a drink with you two” She was holding her jacket and hoodie in her right hand now, looking around, still appreciating the loft.

[Katherine Bellamonte] “Ah, très bonne,” the French raised American Silver Fang commends, and reaches up on her toes to free a trio of small shot glasses from her cupboard. She sets each down, and unscrews the top on the vodka bottle; pouring a just so amount into each as the other females situate themselves at the breakfast table; stools had been set up along one side of it, Katherine stood on the preparation end.

She set one before each, and raised it.

“What shall we toast to? Interacting with Kinfolk and not having it result in violence or extended argument, perhaps?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That would in fact be something new for me in the last few weeks,” she says to Katherine with a wry touch to her voice. Her lips twist into a grin, both amused and exasperated at that fact.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll drink to that.”

[Adara Mires] She watch both of them and chuckled “What is it with this city and difficult kinfolks?”She asked slightly amused “Isn’t it supposed to be the norm? Having good relations with kinfolk and not having conversations ending with arguments or blood?”

She paused “So I’ll drink to that”

She smiled “I’m lucky enough that most like me. Are yours troublesome?”She ask the two tribe Elders. She can’t really speak for kin from her tribe, she knew of onlyone and Adamidas is the Elder

[Katherine Bellamonte] [Just for giggles, I wanna see how drunk faced she gets on Lukas’ booze.]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Ahh, why not]]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She grimaces. To be fair, she’s had a little to drink anyway before now, but she smiles when the fire burns down her throat.

“Are my kinfolk difficult? Are you kidding me, Adara? Have you met Amy and Gina?”

[Adara Mires] (and my turn)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 6, 6 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Katherine Bellamonte] It is perhaps testament to the quality of the vodka her Alpha had gifted her with that while it is potent and she certainly feels it as she downs it; she does not regret it an instant later. She sets her glass down, savoring the warmth in her throat; in her belly. She bites back laughter at Adara’s question, eyes dancing and when Sarita chimes in; Katherine mms agreement to her words.

“I have had so many Kinfolk pass in and out of this city while being Elder of the Silver Fangs, and I can count on one hand, those who have not left their mark.” At this, Katherine actually holds up a finger, and lifts a corner of her sweater in one hand; displaying a small stretch of smooth tanned stomach; there was, however, a small scar; the flesh angry and raised; the width and curved angle of a small blade.

“Silver. The King of my mother’s House had one of his henchman teach me a lesson because his daughter and his Nephew died while under my watch. The Kinswoman, I should add,” Katherine straightens her clothing, reaching to pour a fresh round. “Took her own life. My sister, who came here with myself and Edward, my brother, forced my hand into disowning her from the tribe and then ran off in search of the Bone Gnawer who took up her Guardianship.

To this day, I have no idea where she is.”

[Adara Mires] She grinned at Sarita “Oh you know I’ve met Amunet, hun.” She say shaking her head

“But I absolutly love Gina and Kyle. I’m helping Gina with her english and she’s been teaching me belly dancing. And that’s an amazing art, I love it” She smiled softly “And Kyle is just a great guy. He’s the one who designed my tattoo”She say, raising her ink covered left arm. The tribal style tattoo started on her shoulder and came down to the back of her left hand.

“And he seem to be doing really well lately.”

She drank the alcool, her msile widening at the taste “Wow, LUkas has great taste” She said appreciatively

She listened to Katherine’s story wide eyed “Ok…that is one heck of a story”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, well you don’t have Gina telling you that you’re the scum of the earth and that you can’t be trusted and that no matter what you do to try and prove it, you don’t really care about her and you’re just trying to find a way to fuck her over because you’re insane.” She frowns. “That’s what I’ve been dealing with with Gina since Day One that I met her. I had to give her my fucking gun in order to get her to meet with me a second time, because of what other people did to her. The reason she likes you is because you’re not Strider.”

“Amy’s…” She falls silent. She’s still fiercely protective of Amunet, that much is clear, and even if she knows what Adara is getting at and understands, there’s still a frown at it being called out. She lets Katherine talk, and she frowns thoughtfully. Others have told her to talk to Katherine about her sister in relation to how the Strider was dealing with her own half-sister. It’s never happened for one reason or another, and while there are differences, she definitely sees the common thread. She says nothing, verbally or over the totemphone. She just stays uncharacteristically quiet.

[Katherine Bellamonte] Three new shots are set up, and Katherine, picking up a new one, frowns in something of a mirrored action at her newest sister. She can feel Sarita’s protectiveness, understands its core and more than likely sympathizes with it more than the other female will or could ever realize.

“It is not so unfamiliar with Carter Roth up there, I have little doubt he hates not Lukas, or myself or any of us but his own situation, the helplessness of it and that he feels caught up, like the unwilling fly in the spider’s web. He sees danger and death encroaching on him, but the more he struggles, the more caught he finds himself.”

A beat, she throws back another shot; her cheeks warmed, eyes on Sarita.

“Sometimes they escape the web, but we catch them later on, when the damage has been delivered by other hands. You can only offer her what she’ll except from you. Patience, I dare say, will win over Gina. As for Amy,” a beat, Sarita had been present at the Kin meeting.

“Sisters are complicated. Already, without our bonus entanglements to the bargain. I …. pushed Gabrielle, too much. Too hard. Amy is willful, like she was … is. But I think she respects you.” A beat, Katherine seems distant a moment. “That is to your favor with her. My sister merely feared and distrusted me.”

[Katherine Bellamonte] [Staaaamina. Glug, glug!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] She look at Sarita “Oh, I didn’t know it was so bad between you and her. I’m sorry. It seem we tend to get Kin who has been badly treated over here like Katherine said” She say with a slight frown “Well if you don’t mind and it can reassure you, I”m keeping an eye on her and try to make sure she’s doing ok”

She say looking at Sarita then smiling softly “As for Amy, don’t worry, all right? What happened between me and her is over, dealt with on my side. I know I’ll never be friend with her, but I don’t have anything against her either.”She shrugh “I try not to hold unnecessary grudges.”

She pick her shot and raise it to both women “I never had sibblings..somehow you make me wish I do and don’t at the same time” She grin slightly before drinking

[Adara Mires] (take 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Katherine Bellamonte] [er, accept, not except. WRONG ONE.]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah well, we’ll see with Gina.” She shrugs. It’s certainly not that she doesn’t appreciate the advice, or listen or even accept it. She does. She has the look of someone who’s just a bit tired of it. She’s not morose, not even angry. Frustrated is a good way to put it. But even that frustrated has a bit of that sardonic humor over it. “Maybe when she decides I’m more than a receptacle for past sins.”

“And thanks.” It’s said to both. “Amy’s…I didn’t think the city would change her when people told me it would. I was wrong, but…we’ll get through it.”

A shrug, and she picks up her shut. “Ahh, what the fuck. Bottom’s up.” She grins and slams the shot like a pro.

[[Drunky time now?]]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] The Loft is so big, so expansive, so open that when someone phases across the Gauntlet, the change in air pressure isn’t even quite enough to pressure their ears into popping. So it’s sort of out of the blue when Lukas comes down from upstairs, picking a twig out of his hair as he rounds the turn into the kitchen.

“I thought I smelled booze,” he says, mock-accusingly.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You did.” She grins at Lukas. The flush has started to creep into already dusky skin, and she takes a lean back on the counter. “And it’s in me, Big Bossman. S’up?”

[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine smiles, shaking her head. “Trust me, being an only child at times seems utterly inviting.”

There’s a slight change in the air pressure, not enough to truly startle, but those connected by Perun sense it, likely, before the Fury does. Katherine is already fetching a fresh shot glass out as Lukas appears, rebuking without rancor the scent of alcohol on the air in the Loft.

“Yes, we were testing out the vodka you gave me, Lukas.” Katherine pours a new round, nudging one toward her Alpha; hands then braced on the counter in mock challenge; her cheeks already rosy. “Do you accept the challenge? You are two rounds behind, already. We’ve been exchanging Kinfolk tales.”

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “Went for a romp in the woods,” he says, then flicks the twig he pulled out of his hair in Kate’s direction before hauling himself up on a stool at the breakfast bar. “Pass a double down this-a-way.”

Katherine finishes up some comment on kin, and suddenly the somewhat morose air — unusual for a drinking competition — makes sense. “Uh oh,” Lukas says, “what happened now?”

[Tripoli] It’s not so much a pop as a blip when Tripoli manifests in the stainless steel sink. A clank of metal against metal, rubber against it, and the only reason they know instantly that it’s him is that he’s nearly a foot tall at the moment, rather than the pocket-sized shape he wears so often. His long, reticulated arms flop over the edge of the sink, reaching for help.

“Eee,” he informs the drinking Garou, smacking his ‘hands’ on the edge of the counter like a child adamantly demanding it be picked up. “Eee!”

[Adara Mires] She reached and squeezed Sarita’s hand for a brief moment “Hey, it could be worst,. Things will get better, I”m sure” She offer a reassuring smile then looked at Lukas with a warm smile “Good evening Lukas”

And now she felt liek an outsider even though Lukas was the only male. Put them all in a line and point at who doesn’t belong here and she’d be picked. She was amongst packmates after all. The Unbroken, and in a setting you don’t see her often in. A lavish decor and all. Not that she couldn’t fit in a place like that. It’s more like her clothes won’t match with the place.

She offered Kate a grin “Well, it’s always the grass is always greener elsewhere right?” She say when the Adren comment about how inviting being a lonely child seemed to her

She blinks when Tripoli appears, having no idea what it was. She tilted her head, then look at her empty shot glass. Was she that drunk already?

[Adara Mires] (read: well the grass is always greener….)

[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine straightens, and turns to examine the manifested spirit in her sink.

“Hello, little one.” She offers a hand out to the little metallic spirit to clamber aboard and moves to set him on the counter beside the glasses and bottle of vodka. “Sinclair let you out for the night and you come here? Dear, oh dear. ” Then, to belatedly answer Lukas, Kate picks up her latest shot.

“I met Carter Roth, we actually had a conversation that was not entirely without progress.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Dude, try BEING an only child for twenty-seven years and ~then~ getting a sister. Sometimes it’s tough to figure out whether it’s the best or worst of both worlds. Or like…a Charlie Dickins thing. A Tale of Two Sisters.”

She chuckles at Lukas. “Nothin’ happened. Just got inspired to kinfolk talk by our guest.”

She grins when Tripoli appears. Hey there, little guy. S’up?” picks up her glass from the new round that’s been poured, and downs it.
[[Drunk-ER?]]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7)

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “That’s what you get,” Lukas informs the little metal gaffling drolly, “materializing in a sink.” Kate helps Tripoli out. Lukas unbuckles his watch and slides it down the counter toward Tripoli — mostly metal, ticking, mechanical, toy. “Don’t break it,” he warns.

Kinfolk guest. Lukas looks wary. “Did he rant about Garou oppression again? I swear, that night when he agreed to come here I felt like I’d actually gotten through to him for a moment. But he’s sliding steadily back into down with the wolfman! equality for all! mindset again.”

[Adara Mires] She watch Tripoli for a moment, as she pick her shot and chuckled at Sarita’s words “Yeah, I guess it can turn your life around.” She smiled, looking at her shot. She remember her last drinking contest. She wasn’t sure she felt like repeating the experience. But it seemed to go well tonight

She look at Lukas “I don’t think it was that bad. He was on edge tonight mostly because hte rage prevents him from sleeping. I don’t know why exactly but he physically react badly to rage. It’s ont even related to what happened to him in the past. Or so I understand”

She drank her shot

[Adara Mires] (and round 3)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 4, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Tripoli] At this size, Tripoli is heavy. He is several pounds of pure metal, though one would be hard-pressed to name what sorts of metals he’s made of. All of them. There are glints of gold in the rims around his blue-glowing eyes. There are hints of cold iron in the axis of his wheel. He is far too big to fit on Katherine’s lovely, soft, much-polishing palm, so he grabs a hold of her wrist as she lifts him up and out of the sink. His weight drags on her elbow as she helps him.

“Eee!” he says defiantly, steel shutters clicking down over his eyes for a half-second, a blink at her assumption that Sinclair let him out. Huff.

His wheel sets down on the counter. The little metal gaffling looks disinterestedly at the shot glasses and the bottles and goes in search of more interesting fare: a corkscrew, perhaps. Maybe a bottlecap. A bit of foil from a neck. He just flaps an arm at Lukas, stupid big-male-wolf-who-never-polishes.

It becomes clear enough to Adara that Tripoli is responding to them as though he understands them, but there is no way in hell they can do more than infer what he might be saying. At least he’s a little more comprehensible than a spirit of Concrete. He’s like a wee robot with a sparkling personality, this one.

Oh look, a watch. Tripoli eyes it, head turned 180 degrees as he rolls along the counter. He thinks quite seriously about ignoring Lukas’s offering, then spins around and rocks back and forth on his wheel a few times before finally zipping over and glomming onto the watch. Picks it up. Hugs it to his cylindrical little chest like a baby.

“Eeee,” coos the gaffling to the wristwatch.

[Katherine Bellamonte] “Alas,” Katherine with a brief turn at smiling, watching the gaffling playing with the Shadow Lord’s watch, “he does not react favorably to us in the slightest. I informed him he was assumptive of much to group me with every other Garou monster he’d met, as he surely had not met every last one of us and he seemed to hear me, at the very least.

We have reached a tentative accordance, while he is under my roof.”

She finally drinks her next shot, blinking back a wash of heat rushing upon her. “What occurred in his past, Adara? If you do not mind the question.”

[Katherine Bellamonte] [Drankin’]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She nods at Katherine’s question. “I gotta admit, I’m pretty damn curious about that myself. He’s definitely got a walkin’ wounded feel to ‘im.”

A glance over at Damon. “Compared to the big Hooha, he was civil. Ish. What Katherine said, but at least he wasn’t flippin’ the freakin’ bird at anyone or throwing breakables.”

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “And compared to the tribal moot, the Big Hooha was civil. It gives me hope.” There’s only a bit of wryness in his tone. He downs his doubleshot, then, still lagging the others by one.

“I think the details should be left private,” Lukas replies, then. “But you can probably guess the generalities. Brutalized by a Garou who was supposed to protect him. I can understand how something like that leaves scars. At the same time, he’s hardly the only case. Others didn’t grow up hating everyone and everything.

“That said, he’s not totally blind to reason. If you point out how hypocritical his hatred of all Garou is when he’s accusing Garou of hating and misusing all kin, he has the intelligence and sanity to see the conflict in logic. And if you’re straight with him, if you don’t bullshit and tell him little white lies you’re going to break later, he responds to it.

“I think to some degree, he just wants his pain acknowledged. And I think as much as he’s ready to be proven right about the Garou, he actually wants to be proven wrong.”

[glug!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [glug!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] She was amused as she watch Tripoli. It reminded her of Wall-E. It was extremely cute. Her emerald eyes moved to look at Katherine

“I actually don’t know for sure, we never talked about it. But Lukas is probably right” She shrughs slightly “Maybe I should ask one day. Knowing his past might help in finding a way to heal him. Then again, he’s fairly decent with me already. Still wonder why sometimes. I mean, I do enjoy annoying the heck out of him”

She grins impishly “But I did work on gaining his trust” She admits

[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine seems a little somber, despite the couple of rounds of vodka she’s consumed already. “Yes, I noticed he reacted more favorably to logic, than any other thing I threw at him earlier. I hate to see the Kinfolk this way, you know. I have tried myself, after failing so many other ways, to be just with them but they do try to push so hard, sometimes.

I fear the day I lose complete control around one.”

She muses, the Half Moon, worry clear in her pale eyes.

[Tripoli] Tripoli has been cooing to Lukas’s watch, rolling around. There’s an undulation to his eeeing, as though he’s singing the wristwatch a lullabye.

He misses the edge of the counter. Plummets, along with Lukas’s watch. But lo, what is this! As he’s going over the edge, the shocked gaffling tosses the watch up into the air, crying “EEeeeEEE!”

which translates roughly, perhaps, to

Save yourself!

Unfortunately the watch, unlike Tripoli, is not sentient. It flies up into the air, hangs for an interminable second —

and begins to fall after the gaffling, who has by now totally hit the ground and melted into it, vanishing entirely.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She nods to Katherine, blinking a couple of times. “See, now I see in Carter, same shit I see in Gina. ‘cept Carter’s thing is blanket, and Gina’s is Tribe-specific. Knowing Gina’s story and seein’ how similar they are in ways…makes me really worried about Carter.”

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas is in the middle of a third shot — catching up to the others, as it were — when Tripoli topples off the counter. EEeeeEEEE! quoth the gaffling, plummeting; the wristwatch flies up, Lukas sticks his foot out to try to break Tripoli’s fall, but

blip! and he’s gone again, leaving the Ahroun to pull his watch deftly out of its free-fall trajectory. Smooth as silk and cool as a cucumber, the Shadow Lord.

“That, by the way,” Lukas says, answering Adara’s long-ago question as he fastens his undamaged watch around his wrist again, “is Sinclair’s pet gaffling. She rescued him and his broodmates from corruption, and this one decided to follow her around.

“As for Carter and Gina and everyone else who’s got a chip on their shoulder due to past issues — on one hand, I get it. They feel betrayed and hurt, so they lock down and lash out. So I reason with them, and I try to make them see that I’m not going to treat them with any less respect than they deserve. Or any more. Which is exactly how I treat anyone else, Garou or kin.

“On the other hand, there’s only so much effort I’m going to spend on reasoning with them, and it’s directly proportional to how much they’ve actually accomplished. How much they’re, to put it coldly, worth it. Sooner or later if things don’t work out I just have to say get over yourself, crack down and move on. They’re kidding themselves if they really think our biggest problem is whether or not kin are getting abused. They’re kidding themselves if they think their biggest problem is whether or not they’re being treated right by the Garou. If the Wyrm wins the war — here in Chicago, or just wins, period — they are not going to be any better off. If they think a permanent place at the bottom of the Nation’s hierarchy, they should take a good long look at how the Wyrm treats their kin.”

Glug.
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2 (Botch x 3 at target 6)

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] — and rather without warning, Lukas’s faceplants on the counter. So much for eastern european alcohol tolerance.

[Adara Mires] She offer a smile to Katherine “Don’t worry so much. I’ve no doubts that you’ll be wise enough to either maintain control or walk away if a kin pushes you too hard. I know that in our world there is no garantee of control with our Rage, but you’re one of those I wouldn’t worry too much about. You’re smart, wise, respected. Not likely to make a mistake like that”

She watched Sarita as she speak of Carter and Gina. She wonder what happened to the young woman but she wouldn’t ask Sarita. She doubted the Strider would tell her and it was perfectly fine. If Gina wanted her to know, she’ll tell her

She watched Tripoli fall with wide eyes but it left. She seemed relieved as Lukas tell her about it. She then listened to Lukas point of view on kin and she can’t help but nod in agreement

“The Wyrm is everyone’s biggest problem period. I do try to be nice to those around me, Garou and kin alike. But in the end, when troubles come, I’ll listen to those above me, will direct those under me and do what’s needed to keep as many as possible safe. That include being harsh, inflexible and sacrifice some or myself for the good of the many”

She shrugh. It wasn’t her first reaction to situations but in the end, she was logical and practical. To win the war, you do what’s needed..and what’s needed isn’t always nice or pretty.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [*dies* okay, i should make a more plausible exit. DLP, but don’t wait on me — i’ll write while you guys are posting]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Wow, three shots in an’ we’re already talkin’ about sacrificing. Kinda makes me worried what happens when and if we hit five.”

She’s kidding, mostly. Teasing Adara. It’s certainly possible that there’s something deeper underneath. With the Strider, there usually is something deeper when she makes a joke. This one might be lacking a bit in meaning, but…hey, she’s had three shots of this damned firewater, plus another drink besides. Cut the chica a little slack.

I’ll cut your FACE a little slack… Don’t start.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] The first two shots went down without a hitch. The last one — they all seem to hit at once, slamming the Ahroun like a mack truck. They can almost see his eyes unfocusing. And while Adara’s answering with conviction and clarity, Katherine with grace and eloquence, and Sarita with her own brand of slightly acidic humor … Lukas can’t seem to keep what they’re saying in focus.

He stands up. And sways.

“Good points, everyone,” he says. He’s obviously trying very hard to be measured and reasonable and firm and Adrenly. It’s also very obvious he hasn’t managed to process a word of the last two minutes or so. “Good discussion. I’m glad we had this talk. I think we … cleared a lot of things up. Yeah. So. I’d love to … love to stay and chat, but I haven’t eaten in hours. And I’m going to make like … a fast food run. To Taco Bell. For tacos.

“Fish tacos.”

For some reason this makes him laugh irrepressibly. Swaying his way out, he hugs every one of them rather forcefully against his side.

“You people are awesome. Have a good night.” Sarita’s the last in line; she gets an extra-tight bear hug. “Night!”

And then he’s stumbling off up the stairs. It’s anyone’s guess if he means to pass out on the couch or leave the way he came in.

Rob Liefeld Is Wyrmspawn!

[Black Dynamite] It’s been one week since the death of the man outside Mickey’s bar. Newspaper articles identified the man and the woman as Dylan and Tara Davis, and identified Dylan’s death as a tragic accident caused by too much drinking on St. Patrick’s Day, and notes that police are looking for the person driving the BMW that hit him and ran. No other foul play seems to be suspected, and cell phone pictures taken at the scene were too dark and shaky to be useful to police investigations.

The funeral is today. The brother and sister – twins, according to the paper, though it would be hard to mistake them for anything but – are recent transplants to Chicago from the Atlanta area, but they apparently have no desire to send te body back for burial. It’s a cold, gray day, and the cemetary, a small affair about ten miles outside Chicago proper, is almost empty. No other vehicles are present except an RV parked near the burial site, and no other mourners are there but the dead man’s twin sister. Her brother is being buried in a small above-ground tomb.

[Kieran Mondblume] *Ki is relieved, to say the least. He has gotten assistance in getting dressed, so is hopefully appropriately dressed. Unless something else was picked out for him. Either way, he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest. He is prepared to travel, and prepared to fight. A little bit twitchy, to say the very least.*

[Administrator] snail, welcome to General Chicago (Day)

[Amunet Knezevic] Amy’s gathered them all at the cemetery, staying back and out of the way to watch for now. She’d expected more people really.

Hell. She’d expected SOME people.

“Okay. Well. Kind of hard to blend in with a crowd of one.” She keeps her voice low, so it doesn’t carry to the woman at the tomb. “Suggestions?”

[Kieran Mondblume] *He raises his hand at that.* I have an idea. With no one else around, we can go up, and draw the woman away, and then punch her in the face.

[Mickey Waller] Amy asked if she wanted to go to a funeral, and she’s honestly curious about what the hell this is all about. She’s got a hat on, one that hides her hair- pre-emptive, this time. Her kin fetch hangs under her shirt, and she’s dressed non descriptly. She knows how to blend in, has done it countless times, as long as her hair is hidden.

… hard to blend with no people though.

There is a ghost of a smile at Ki’s words, and a shake of her head. “… not entirely sure at all here. I’ve never seen a funeral of ONE before.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s dressed down a bit. By which she means no duster, just a leather jacket, black jeans and a matching black black T-Shirt. Hey, it’s a funeral. She’s dressing appropriately. She frowns a bit as she looks the thing over, from her spot just behind Amy, looking over her shoulder.

“AWK-ward…” She frowns. “This is gonna be interesting.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Tell me again what happened when you pushed him, Ki.”

[Kieran Mondblume] I… pushed him, trying to keep him away from the girl. I didn’t MEAN to push him into the street, I just meant to push him out of the WAY. *He is talking quietly – it seems he CAN. He IS a Ragabash, after all.*

[Black Dynamite] Even the priest looks bored as he intones meaningless platitudes. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. He stands over the coffin, a cheap, ugly affair obviously chosen due to price rather than any other considerations, mouthing words that he’s said a thousand times. Tara, the twin sister, is dressed in a black pantsuit, a black jacket, wearing a dark hat and dark glasses and leather gloves, holding a handkerchief to her mouth as she sobs. A few groundskeepers stand behind her, clearly having been paid to help move the coffin into the mausoleum, elbowing each other and laughing just quietly enough to be only mildly disrespectful.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “He smiled.” She frowns. “The fucker sat there in the street and smiled just before he got hit. That’s what happened.”

[Kieran Mondblume] And that, *he agrees with Sarita. He looks back to the woman.* We know she’s evil. Why don’t I just go up to her and offer my sympathies and draw her over here?

[Mickey Waller] “Because she probably won’t come over here if she’s evil?” Mickey offers quietly. “And she probably knows a couple of our faces.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “And we don’t know that she’s evil. Maybe she’s just possessed.” Yeah. Because that would be better.

[Kieran Mondblume] If she’s possessed, she’s fomor. And still needs to be elimi… *He pauses. And he blinks.* Wait. Should a couple of us approach umbral? Check it out, see what is possessing her?

[Amunet Knezevic] “I’d already be there, if I could.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “It could be something else affecting her…not fomori-level permanent. Just…influence.” She looks at Ki and nods. “That’s not a bad idea. I’ll cross over and take a look.”

[Kieran Mondblume] *He smiles faintly, and he looks back around. Trees? Anywhere where he can sneak into the Umbra?*

[Black Dynamite] The cemetary is fairly wide open – not much in the way of trees. It’s mostly empty, though, so it shouldn’t be hard at all to find some place to be alone. The short service is just starting to break up. The groundskeepers stop snickering long enough to start for the cheap coffin, and Tara steps aside, her wail audible even from where the Garou crouch.

[Kieran Mondblume] *He will peek through the Gauntlet then.*

[Kieran Mondblume] ((what IS the Gauntlet rating here?))

[Black Dynamite] ((call it 6))

[Kieran Mondblume]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Kieran Mondblume] *He squints, and looks a little bit frustrated. He’s just trying to peer through, to see the woman’s reflection.* Ahh… someone else back me up on this?

[Amunet Knezevic]
She gestures to Sarita, then smiles and shrugs at Mickey/

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She nods a little bit and grins at Ki. “Don’t worry…I got this.” A wink and she goes to look across.

[[GN]]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Mickey Waller] She shrugs a little back at Amy- she’s got NO clue what’s going on. But she waits, to see what they’re looking for…. in midair.

[Black Dynamite] The Umbra here is…Well, at first it seems to be boring. A few ugly little spirits are flittering, slithering, or crawling around – probably some kind of weak death-spirits. Then, Sarita sees the RV. In the physical world, it’s just an old RV, having seen better days. In the Umbra, it’s a baroque monstrosity, like a small mobile cathedral full of leering, hateful faces, and bony spikes that seem to be growing out of the sides. Hideous gargoyles crouch on the roof, chitinous tails lashing as they chitter to themselves. Definitely alive. Definitely Banes. Weak little things, probably, but it’s hard to tell.
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Black Dynamite] The coffin is carried into the mausoleum, while the bereaved sister wails. Once it’s inside, the priest walks towards her, talking quietly. Only a few words are exchanged, then he rests his hand on the woman’s shoulder and starts winding his way down the pathway towards the cemetery gates. The groundskeepers eventually move aside,

[Amunet Knezevic] “Jesus fuck she’s fucking drama queen…” She waits, arms crossed so she doesn’t scratch at her tattoo.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns as she turns her attention toward the RV.

“Jesus’s fuckstain, that’s repuslive.” Probably almost as repulsive as the idea of Jesus leaving a fuckstain. She nods toward the RV.

“That’s a goddamn Wyrm factory, right there.”

[Amunet Knezevic] “What the fuck do you mean, a Wyrm factory?”

[Adara Mires] She arrived late, dressed in a dark pair of jeans, dark blouse and a jacket ver it. She spotted Amy and Mickey, silently making her way to them, slowly, looking at different tombstones until she reach them, letting her rage announce her “Good day tyou two”

She say, looking in te direction they were looking “Hmmm is she really alone at the funeral or people have left already?”

[Kieran Mondblume] *He looks back to Sarita. And his head swivels back to the van.* So… we take THAT down? How can you kill a van?

[Mickey Waller] She gives Sarita a questioning look, silently echoing Amy’s question. A faint nod to Adara, distracted. “Nope, just her…”

[Black Dynamite] The RV doesn’t seem that impressive in the physical world. It’s relatively small, and would probably sleep a family of six without too much discomfort. It’s an old model, probably ten or twenty years old, and is in desperate need of a wash. Something is wrong with the undercarriage, as it seems to be almost scraping the ground.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “The thing is…” She wrinkles her nose, shaking her head. “It’s fucking…little bane gargoyles on the roof. It’s like the RV itself is being spiritually corrupted.” She pauses. “Which makes sense why we name our cars. They do have spirits…but anyway. They may be weaker, but I don’t really know for sure.”

[Amunet Knezevic] She breaks into a bright smile. “Fucking awesome.”

[Kieran Mondblume] What about the girl?

[Mickey Waller] “Was it used for bad things?” She sounds very confused, like she doesn’t get how the hell the RV is corrupted. It’s an RV. How does that WORK?

[Adara Mires] She listened to them, nodding to Sarita and Ki as well (sorry wasn’t sure if all were together)

She look at Sarita “So, what should we do? I have no intetion to make a public mess liek the other night. Not that we could have expected the guy to let himself get killed by a car. ”

She look at the van “And blowing up the RV right now, wouldn’t be the wisest thing to do, though the most expedient”

[Black Dynamite] The woman looks around for a moment, ensuring that the priest and the groundskeepers are gone, then heads over to the RV. She opens one of the doors on the side and steps inside. A few seconds later she’s coming back out, helping an old man down the steps to the ground. “Old” doesn’t quite do this man justice – he’s positively ancient. One can practically hear his bones creaking as he steps down the stairs, pulling an oxygen tank along behind him. His skin is almost translucent, showing a network of blue veins all over his body, and what remains of his hair is wispy and barely there. The whites of his eyes have yellowed to a shocking degree, and he’s incredibly unkempt, wearing a greasy, filthy “I (HEART) USA” t-shirt and a pair of slacks covered in unidentifiable stains. His nails are long and untrimmed. He moves slowly, walking with the woman towards the mausoleum.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Um, yeah. Blowing up the RV wouldn’t kill the banes that are across the Gauntlet anyway.” She looks around, eyes unfocused as she frowns. “Point my head just to make sure, but I didn’t see the woman when I looked.”

[Kieran Mondblume] *He grits his teeth.* Okay. Then I’m just going through already. *And he proceeds to try and go through the Gauntlet properly, not waiting any more.*

[Amunet Knezevic] “Who the fuck said anything about blowing it up? Check out the guy.”

[Mickey Waller] She cocks her head as she looks at the old lady and the man, frowning at his yellow eyes- Jaundice? But she helpfully reaches up,. gently moving Sarita’s head in the direction of the woman and the old man.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Dude, Ki, if you just hop through and attack and get yourself killed, don’t forget I’m a fucking Strider and I’ll find my way through the god damned Dark Umbra just to drag your ass back so I can curbstomp you myself.”

[Black Dynamite] She doesn’t see anything. That’s quite literal – looking at the two is like looking at a void in the Umbra, a blind spot, like something is in Sarita’s eye and blocking her vision. Something seems to be shielding them from view. As she continues to peek into the Umbra, she does notice the gargoyles becoming more agitated. They seem to be looking RIGHT at her, chittering to each other…
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Adara Mires] She tilt her head at Amy bot doesn’t add anything. She simply watch the woman with the old man “So…we have banes attached to the van, but have no idea what those two are.”

She look at Sar “Should we handle the Banes then come back for the woman and grandpa?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Um…there’s literally nothing there.” She frowns. “I can’t see them…they’re being blocked or some shit. And the gargoyles have spotted me, buy the way…”

[Kieran Mondblume] So come with me. *He grins at Sarita.* And we can kick ass together. *His grin is more of a gritted teeth expression.* I have never punched a gargoyle before. And if we don’t hurry, they’re going to get away again.

[Mickey Waller] She looks at Amy, mouthing ‘What do we do?’ since all the fighting seems to be in a place they can’t see. Her face is pinched, frowning.

[Amunet Knezevic] She moves closer to Mickey, voice low “Can you shoot?”

[Black Dynamite] After a moment, the RV shifts, and then, a figure steps out, and the RV suddenly springs back to its normal height. The person stepping out is four hundred fifty pounds if he’s an ounce, all muscle. His facial features are ugly, malformed, as though they were being sculpted by someone who got bored halfway through the process and walked away, and his clothes are ratty and torn, a faded t-shirt and jeans held on by a rope. His head is shaved, and dark eyes wander over the cemetery. After a moment, they fix on the little knot of Garou and Kin, and the massive figure starts lumbering in that direction.

[Mickey Waller] A small grimace. “… not really. I know how to hold it, but can’t guarantee actual shooting accuracy. I’m… more break a bottle and sta- holy shit.”

Her eyes get wide at the massive man. “Uh… guys…”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Fuck. Okay. You just stay the fuck back, okay? Seriously.”

She is, on balance, far too happy about the large man coming toward them.

[Adara Mires] She watch the man “Ok, that will suck.”She look at Sar and Ki “Tae care of the gargoyle, Amy and Mickey can watch over the woman and old man, I’ll handly the thing coming over”

[Adara Mires] (I’ll handle..)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “We’re gonna fight smart, Ki. Fighting smart gets you not dead. And that means we find out what’s going on that is making the two guys be protected from my vi–”

And then she hears ‘Uh…guys…’ and she shakes off the Umbral Vision. There’s a giant lumbering version of Leatherface without the chainsaw coming at them. “THAT is why we don’t just leap across.” Her giant hand-cannon Harry is pulled out and handed to Amy. “Your favorite lover, sister dear?”

[Kieran Mondblume] Least in there we could shift. *He looks back to the man, then. And he cracks his knuckles.*

[Black Dynamite] The old man and the young woman step into the mausoleum together, the young woman treating the greasy old man with the utmost respect. Meanwhile, the lumbering man breaks into a run. As he starts to approach, it’s easy to see there’s something subtly…Wrong with his anatomy, like a Rob Liefield drawing come to life, muscles on top of muscles in ways that the human body just doesn’t do. Even his run isn’t particularly quick, but he moves like a freight train, building up speed as he pumps legs that look like little tree trunks.

[Amunet Knezevic] She holds her hand out for the gun, fingers skipping over it lovingly. “Oh, Harry. It’s been too long, darling.”

Almost vibrating from excitement, she looks between everyone and then to the man.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[I KNEW Rob Liefeld was an agent of the Wyrm!]]

[Black Dynamite] ((it’s the only thing that makes sense!))

[Mickey Waller] She’s not very useful here, so she does drop back a bit, making sure to a) keep an eye on the man and the woman and b) keep an eye to see if anyone else is around.

“Should… should I follow the chick and the old guy…?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “No! Stay put”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[I am correct in understanding, before combat begins, that there are no one around this cemetary at this particular moment, but for our ragtag band of heroes, Cable 2.0 and the man and woman?]]

[Black Dynamite] ((you are correct in that understanding as far as anyone can tell))

[Adara Mires] She watches the man, slowly reaching back to curl her fingers around the handle of the berettaCarter had given her. Until it would be safe to shift, she will rely on the gun, much safer this way.

[Amunet Knezevic] [For those of you that are new to his own special kind of sadism, that means that it’s a trap.]

[Mickey Waller] “Okay, okay!”

She is staying put. And being lookout, trying to see if there is anyone else around. She does NOT want to get pulled into the police station in regards to being involved in a murder.

[Kieran Mondblume] *He is clearly getting into a boxing position, even being smaller than the charging bull. If anything, he looks excited. He should be afraid. He really, really should be.*

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Who said we can’t shift here? Sister of the departed is fucked up, and didn’t that guy just come out of the RV that Sloth here did? Let’s do this.” She grins a little bit, and crouches down to the ground, rippling up into Glabro. Just in case, she still at least looks SOMEWHAT human. And she starts to run toward it.

[Amunet Knezevic] She’s on Sarita’s heels immediately, charging forward.

[Kieran Mondblume] *He starts moving around the other side, then, mirroring Sarita, but it doesn’t seem he’s shifting yet. He looks MORE excited. He starts bouncing.*

[Adara Mires] She fröwn “Because I have a bad feeling about it? “She head ofr the guy, keeping her gun hidden still

[Mickey Waller] Amy told her to stay put- she is staying put. And keeping lookout, watching where the chick and the old man, while also making sure the groundskeeper and priest and anyone else isn’t randomly showing up or something.

[Black Dynamite] ((and, time for a hopefully short combat. initiative time))

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[+6]]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Kieran Mondblume] ((+7))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Black Dynamite] ((+3))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2 (Failure at target 6)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Sorry, +7, I’m in Glabro]]

[Amunet Knezevic] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Mickey Waller] [[just in case… +6]]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((the giant is slugging Sarita in the face))

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Aww, Mickey. *PatPat*]]

[Adara Mires] (+6)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic] (Okay so it’s Ki, Amy, Adara, Sarita, Mickey, Brick wall.)1

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[1: Dodge slug in the face
R1: Kick Sloth squaw in the nuts]]

[Mickey Waller] [[Seeing the hell is in the van! So inching closer, looking.]]

[Amunet Knezevic] 1. Punch to the side of the head.

[Kieran Mondblume] ((1: Slug Brick Wall in the throat.
R1: Holding action.))

[Adara Mires] (Adara will take the gun out and aim so not to shoot everyone slugging big guy
1R shoot)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[The kinfolk is punching, the Galliard is shooting and the two Ragabashes are leading the charge.

…this is why we can’t have nice things!]]

[Kieran Mondblume] ((No, this is why we can have MORE nice things. For awesomeness. Has everyone declared? Shall I roll?))

[Black Dynamite] ((roll ’em! kieran, Amy Adara, Sarita, go for it))

[Amunet Knezevic] [*Sacrifices rabbits* Roll away!]

[Adara Mires] (well I”m aiming for now..so no roll till rage action..aiming add dices or lower diff…I”m not sure)

[Kieran Mondblume] Punch ((Called shot))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 8) [WP]

[Kieran Mondblume] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Dodging like a Mofo!]]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((soak for Kieran, no the number of dice isn’t a typo))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((soak for Amy))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((punching at Sarita))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((go ahead with Rage actions))

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Gonna use it for another punch, then. Stubborn as hell Raggie.))

[Kieran Mondblume]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] (so aiming add dice or lower diff? before i roll?)

[Kieran Mondblume] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((add a die))

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Ohforf…))

[Mickey Waller] “Oh shit, oh shit.” It’s a soft breath, and she starts jogging to the SUV, skirting the fighting that’s going on. She’s trying to see if it’s on inside, because if it is, it could be uploading to the internet and oh shit.

[Adara Mires] (thanks and shooting)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 5 at target 6) [WP]

[Adara Mires] (damage..gun 5 + 4)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Adara Mires] (oooook)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Field Goal!]]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 4, 6 (Botch x 3 at target 7)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[WHAT THE FUCK]]

[Mickey Waller] [[…. dude, seriously?]]

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Can she get a do-over for that one?))

[Black Dynamite] The giant has shrugged off -everything-. The punches, even the gunshot. Adara’s shot is perfectly aimed, but hits…Nothing vital. It kicks up sparks as it strikes something just under the skin. Sarita goes to kick…And promptly overbalances herself, or perhaps she stepped on something slick, or…Something. Whatever the case, the Strider goes down in a hugely undignified heap, her ankle twisting. Mickey starts moving for the RV…((initiative again))

[Black Dynamite] ((+3))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Mickey Waller] [[+6]]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 6)

[Kieran Mondblume] ((+7))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[+7]]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Adara Mires] (+6)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Black Dynamite] ((from lowest to highest – Amy, Mickey, Giant, Sarita(since her initiative number is higher), Adara, Kieran, please declare))

[Amunet Knezevic] 1. punch

[Mickey Waller] [[Continue to the RV. Hood pulled low to help obscure her face]]

[Kieran Mondblume] ((1: Running after Mickey – like HELL he’s letting her go to the RV by herself.
If he’s close enough, he’ll be blocking, but I think she’s a distance away now and I can’t get there in one round?))

[Black Dynamite] ((the giant is going to clinch Sarita))

[Adara Mires] (1a shoot
1r shoot)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[1: Dodge clinch!
R1: sweep the leg, Cobra Kai!]]

[Black Dynamite] ((+1 difficulty on the dodge since she’s on the ground))
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Black Dynamite] ((and, go ahead and roll Adara, since Kieran is running))

[Adara Mires] (shooting)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]

[Adara Mires] (damage gun 5 + 3)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 6, 6, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((rolling the clinch for Sarita to dodge))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 8, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((no need to roll the dodge, Amy can roll)) Mickey is close to the door to the RV. She can just see inside, the camera, but the rest of the interior is dark. But the camera…It’s close…

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Nothing to dodge, not rolling less ya really want me to. I refuse to risk Kahseeno’s wrath.]]

[Amunet Knezevic] [rabbits, kahseeno. I give you rabbits.]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 7, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 6, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((go ahead with Rage actions))

[Adara Mires] (shooting again)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 5, 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Mickey Waller] Her head ducked, she checks to see if the camera is on. And if it is on, what it’s connected to. [[can roll per + alert if needed]]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[You’re the best! Around! Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down! …ahem. Yeah. Sweeping the leg]]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7) [WP]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Damage +2 for succ]]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] The camera is definitely on, and the wires trail off into the darkened interior of the RV. Mickey hears something inside. Something slithering…

[Black Dynamite] ((soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Is Ki close enough to hear as well?))

[Black Dynamite] Adara’s shot is true, and strikes flesh, or…Something. It strikes home with a strange, dull thud, and black fluid pours out from the wound. Amy punches, Sarita kicks…It’s like hitting a brick wall. The clumsy giant ALMOST scoops up Sarita, but stumbles and misses. ((Kieran can’t hear it just yet, he’s a little further behind Mickey. Also, initiative time again))

[Mickey Waller] This is a trap. It is totally a trap. There is something not good in there but the camera so has to be turned off, to protect her friends. Hands disappear into hoodie sleeves (no fingerprints!). Inching closer, she half pokes her head in, hand raised to possibly inch towards the camera.

[Black Dynamite] ((+3))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Mickey Waller] [[+6 still]]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Kieran Mondblume] ((+7))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[+7]]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Adara Mires] (+6)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10

[Black Dynamite] ((mysterious other party +5!))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Mickey Waller] [[ This is where I would put a picture of Admiral Ackbar going IT’S A TRAP]]

[Black Dynamite] ((okay, so last to first – Kieran, Gigantor, Mickey, Sarita, Mysterious Third Party, Adara and Amy go at the same time, go ahead and declare))

[Kieran Mondblume] ((1: Blocking/defending Mickey))

[Black Dynamite] ((Gigantor is punching Amy in the face))

[Mickey Waller] [[Looking in the RV/ Reaching towards the camera to turn it off.]]

[Adara Mires] ((1A shoot)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Fuck it. Rageshift to Hispo. She’s through with playing around. Oh, and
1: Bite gigantor]]

[Black Dynamite] ((okay. I’ll resolve mysterious third party in a moment. Adara and Amy, declare and roll))

[Amunet Knezevic] [1. Shoot that fucker]

[Amunet Knezevic] She kisses Harry on the top of the slide, then fires.
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic] [damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((soak Amy))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 7, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] (shoot)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 4, 4, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] (damage 5 + 1)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((mysterious third party)) Mickey feels it suddenly. A pressure on her ankle. She has just enough time to register that something slimy and glistening is wrapped around her ankle, before she’s yanked off her feet and fully into the dark RV. Kieran lunges forward, just in time to see Mickey being dragged up the stairs.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Bitey The Strider Bites]]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Damage]]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 5, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((soak, let’s see a bad roll here for once))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((gigantor smash))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Kieran Mondblume] ((And no time for action or to grab Mickey?))

[Black Dynamite] ((gigantor no smash. Kieran can change his action if you’d like. yes he can roll to grab Mickey, go ahead and do Dex + Athletics, dif. 7 for a diving grab, and then any Rage actions, and failing that, roll initiative))

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Perfect Balance considered in this?))

[Black Dynamite] ((knock it down to diff. 6 then))

[Kieran Mondblume]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] Kieran LUNGES forward, grabbing Mickey’s hand just before she’s fully pulled into the darkness. The Kin can feel the pressure on her ankle increase, as whatever has her continues trying to pull her into the shadowed interior of the RV, but for the moment, Kieran has her. ((okay, initiative time again))

[Amunet Knezevic] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10

[Kieran Mondblume] ((+7))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10

[Adara Mires] (+6)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((+3))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Mickey Waller] [[+6]]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9

[Amunet Knezevic] [Kahseeno is apparently done fucking around.]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[+8]]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Kieran Mondblume] ((By saying that you’ve just cursed us all!))

[Black Dynamite] Mysterious third party
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] The giant continues to shrug off the gunshots, with sparks kicking up with every shot. Sarita gets a great grip, but all she gets for her trouble is a mouthful of vile-tasting black fluid and human skin that sloughs off, revealing a hideous, knobby carapace underneath. ((Gigantor is going last and trying to clinch Amy now. Mysterious third party is trying to drag Mickey into the RV all the way. Then Sarita, Adara, Mickey, then Amy, then Kieran. Declare and roll, please))

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[1: Bite
1a: Bite]]

[Adara Mires] (Adara will shoot again)

[Mickey Waller] [[Kick like crazy- to get free and maybe knock over the camera]]

[Amunet Knezevic] [1. Palm of hand to nose, driving up]

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Ki is yelling for help, first of all.
He will be holding onto Mickey for now. Held action.))

[Black Dynamite] ((roll ’em))

[Kieran Mondblume] HEY! COULD USE SOME HELP! ((Str+Brawl?))

[Black Dynamite] ((just plain Strength actually to hold her back))

[Amunet Knezevic] [lobotomy!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 7) [WP]

[Kieran Mondblume]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Mickey Waller] [kick like a mofo. wp]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]

[Amunet Knezevic] [damage. come on, Kahseeno. Mama’s got a tasty bunny for you]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic] [oops]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((bad soak roll time, just watch))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 4, 5, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] (shoot)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]

[Black Dynamite] ((gigantor takes three damage. Mickey can roll damage for the kick))

[Adara Mires] (damage 5 +1)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((soak Adara))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Mickey Waller] [[damage 2 + 3]]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((just going to do tentacle’s strength check now))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 9, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Bite +1]]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Damage]]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((bad soak roll come on baby!))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Bite +2]]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 8 (Success x 1 at target 5) [WP]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[DAMAGE JESUS COME ON]]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((grapple time))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((damage))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic] [soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((go ahead with Rage actions if there are any, if not just do initiative)) This round goes a little better. Amy’s punch is accurate, slamming into the monster’s nose, but Sarita’s bites and Adara’s shots do nothing except scrape up its hideous black carapace. The beast grabs Amy, squeezing her tightly. She can feel the air driven from her lungs as it starts to crush her. Meanwhile, Mickey kicks at the tentacle but can’t manage to connect hard enough. Her wild flailing DOES tip the camera over, and it tips over to the ground. That’s small comfort, though. She feels a tearing pain in her ankle, and despite Kieran’s best efforts, she’s being slowly, inexorably pulled into the RV…

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Init +8]]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Adara Mires] (init + 6)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Kieran Mondblume] ((+7))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Mickey Waller] [[ Init +6]]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9

[Amunet Knezevic] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Black Dynamite] ((first number is tentacle +5, second is giant +3))
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 2 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((giant is crushing Amy. tentacle is pulling Mickey again, then Kieran, then Amy, then Sarita, then Adara, then Mickey, declare and roll))

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Spending one rage to insta-shift to Hispo.
1. Bite tentacle))

[Amunet Knezevic] [str to break free]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[1a: Bite
1b: Bite]]

[Black Dynamite] ((resist breaking clinch))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 5, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Amunet Knezevic]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((hold up, rewind that break clinch for a sec, Adara can go first))

[Adara Mires] (shoot once more)

[Adara Mires] (shoot)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] (damage gun 5 + 1)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Mickey Waller] [kicking to get away WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 2, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]

[Mickey Waller] [damage 2 + 2]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Kieran Mondblume] ((BITE))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 4, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 5)

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Damage))
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Bite +1]]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 10 (Failure at target 5)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Bite +2]]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5) [WP]

[Black Dynamite] ((WHOA)) The tentacle is severed neatly, filling Kieran’s mouth with a coppery-tasting fluid. The severed end flops wildly for a moment, wrapped around Mickey’s ankle. She feels a sudden, sharp pain, then an equally sudden numbness. A numbness that seems to be slowly creeping up her leg…

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Damage]]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 6, 8, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] ((please bad roll, soak bite))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 6 (Failure at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] Sarita lunges with another bite…And she must hit a weak spot. Just as Amy slips free of the giant’s grasp, the Strider’s massive Hispo jaws clamp down on the giant’s thigh…And sever the leg neatly. The misshapen thing looks down for an instant, almost comically, then tumbles forward, towards Amy, the vile black fluid that passes for its lifeblood pumping onto the cemetery earth.

[Black Dynamite] ((yay! combat is done, you can resume normal narrative posting for now))

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Aaand with those rolls I’m out; Ange is NPC’ing Sarita for the remainder of the combat if there is any more. Later yo.]]

[[Mickey Waller] “No! Nononono…” She scrambles back, regretting she doesn’t have a belt to do a tourniquet, somehow more terrified then before, leg shaking to get that damn tentacle off “Numb. S’going numb!”

The camera, what it might be attached to, is forgetting for a moment in her terror. Bad things she expected, not tentacles in RV’s. Bonus points for the lady still being off with the old man somewhere.

[Kieran Mondblume] HELP! *he barks back to the others, finally annoyed, claws working to get the tentacle from around Mickey’s leg.*

[Amunet Knezevic] She skitters back, attention torn from the fomor creature by Mickey’s shrieking. GodDAMNIT didn’t she tell her to stay put?

[Adara Mires] She watch the thing die “What the fuck was that? And where’s Mickey?”

She hear the kin’s voice and Ki.’s yell and she run to them

[Kieran Mondblume] CAMERA! *he roars in wolfspeak, trying to work with the damned thing. He is clearly quite angry.*

[Amunet Knezevic] Breaking into a run, she moves to help Ki with the tentacle, fingers curling around and edge to pull.

[Adara Mires] She shoot the camera (need a roll?) as she ask Mickey “You can patch people up right? Guide us patching you up”

[Mickey Waller] “No, no!” A gasp, a hand grabbing Amy, fingers digging into her arm. “The laptop! Uploading!”

The camera was uploading to the internet, it might be, that,. that’s more important then her. Even as a new kin, she knows that much.

[Black Dynamite] The tentacle is still wrapped around Mickey’s leg tightly, but Kieran, with Amy’s help, manages to pry and cut it off of her. Sharp, needle-like teeth are embedded in Mickey’s ankle in a perfect circle. Kieran and Amy can now see that the inside of the tentacle is ringed with sucker-like mouths, each one containing one of those awful teeth. There is definitely something inside the RV with Kieran and Mickey and now, Amy. A low moan comes from the far end of the RV, a high-pitched woman’s voice.

[Black Dynamite] ((no need to roll right now))

[Kieran Mondblume] *Ki will be shifting up to Crinos, then, and hopefully, with some help, pushing the van over.*

[Amunet Knezevic] Wolfspeak she doesnt’ understand. Panicked kin though, that makes sense. Mickey is abandoned to Ki’s help as she grabs the wires from camera to laptop and gives them a good yank.

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Erk. Sorry… didn’t realize we were in the van.))

[Kieran Mondblume] *Once the damned thing is free from Mickey’s leg, he pushes it to the side, and he stalks up on the woman’s voice. His teeth bared.*

[Mickey Waller] “Make sure-” a gasp, in pain, from the bite and from the numbness. “Make sure it’s not uploading to the internet! Uh uh…”

She looks to Adara, panicked, barely able to keep calm, keep her voice low. “It’s… it’s a paralytic, I don’t know, l-like a snake bite? Tourniquet, maybe, I don’t know!”

[Adara Mires] Once the camera is shot she move closer to the entrance of the van, looking at Mickey’s legs as Ki heads deeper inside and Amy yank othe cords. She let her jacket drop, rip her blouse off and tie it around Mickey’s legs tightly above the wound.

Then she put her jacket back on

[Black Dynamite] The wires don’t come out cleanly, but the laptop is pulled off of the table and falls to the floor with a…Squish? Come to think of it, the inside floor has an…Odd texture. As Kieran approaches the rear of the van, he sees the source of the noise. It’s a woman, alright – he can see from her face and upper torso that she’s an old woman, probably in her late seventies. That’s all that remains of her as a human, though. From the waist down she’s literally fused to the wall of the RV, her lower body nothing more than black-red flesh that looks like a massive tumor attaching her there. Growths of that black-red flesh extend from the main tumor-body throughout the RV, along the ceiling, the walls. The tentacle from outside is curled tightly to her body, pulsing a thin greenish fluid. Other tentacles are extruding themselves from the main tumor-mass, tipped with snapping jaws, bony spears. The woman, or what’s left with her, stares blindly, moaning in pain, horror.

[Black Dynamite] The numbness is definitely creeping higher. Mickey’s entire leg is numb, now.

[Amunet Knezevic] Squish. Squish is bad.

“We need to get the fuck out of here.”

She backs up as quickly as possible, grabbing Mickey to drag her along.

[Kieran Mondblume] *He backs out, then, and he looks back to the group.* GET HER KRISTEN. WILL HEAL HER. NOW. MUST DESTROY THIS.

[Kieran Mondblume] *His head swivels to Adara, then.* USE GUN, SHOOT IN HEAD.

[Mickey Waller] There is a whimper from the Glass Walker kin, her eyes getting wet. “It’d getting higher… whole leg, f-fuck, the laptop!”

Even as she’s being pulled out, fingers try to snag the laptop, she needs to know if it uploaded!

[Administrator] cricket has switched to In Character Room (Night)

[Adara Mires] She wait for Amy to get Mickey out and look at Ki ” Stay with them, call Kristn “I’m going in to end this thing” Onceagain…tentacles with suckers and theets…well one giant thing with those killed her once. She mgiht as well have her revenge against one tonight

She gets ready to enter the van once everybody is out

[Mickey Waller] She jabs a button on the laptop- DEAR God no please, no, no transfer please. She drags it with her, intending on wiping the hard drive. Fingers shake as she tries to do it fast, ignoring that numbness.

[Adara Mires] She take her gun out and aim for the head, trying it this way before getting inside and ripping everythign off.She aim, and shoot

[Kieran Mondblume] *He shifts back down to homid, his clothing torn. His GOOD clothing, no less. He sighs, and he shakes his head.* We’ll take it back with us. The walkers can edit it. Anyone have a cell to call Kristen? We need her to heal.

[Amunet Knezevic] “What the FUCK part of fucking stay the fuck still did you not fucking understand?” She’s clearly irritated, tossing her cell at Ki.

[Black Dynamite] Mickey tells her hand to move – but brain impulse does not translate into movement from the hand on the side where she was grabbed. All she gets is a faint sense of tingling, pins and needles in her arms. Adara’s gun seems very, very loud in the confines of the RV – but the back of the woman’s head blows off. Even as the light in her eyes goes out, she seems…Almost peaceful. Glad to have this monstrous life ended. The torso slumps forward.

[Amunet Knezevic] Fuck.

She looks over her shoulder, then takes off at a run toward the building.

[Mickey Waller] “I stopped it,” she says to Ki, voice shaking. “It was uploading, but I stopped the transfer. Gotta wipe the hard drive.”

Large eyes look to Amy, her face so pale. “You said stay back, I know you said it, but I saw the camera, I saw the camera and it was pointed at you and it was uploading to the internet and I had to protect you, and I stopped it.” There is a hitch of breath, and she starts to cry, but her voice is very quiet. “I can’t feel my hand…”

[Mickey Waller] She spooks when Amy runs off, before she somehow gets paler. “Ki… Ki, the woman and the man. The other woman!”

[Adara Mires] She watches the van, looking if anything is moving, if not then grabbed the laptop if no one has yet.

She look at Mickey ” You’ll be fine, neuro toxin, paralyses you, make you numb so you don’t scream and wiggle while it eats you. You’ll be ok…jsut very numb” She hope she was telling the truth.

Amy is runnign toward the building and look at KI and Sar ” Watch over mickey, talk to Kristen”

She run after Amy

[Kieran Mondblume] *He picks Mickey up, then, at that.* We’re gonna get you healed. You did good, kid. *He grins.* I can feel your hand, so you’re fine. I am ALWAYS right. FUCK, Kristen PICK the FUCK UP. We need to get you healed. Sarita and Amy will get the other woman. I’ll drop you off at the Broho, and I’ll be back and a flash. I am THAT awesome.

[Mickey Waller] Adara has the laptop- she hadn’t finished yet! But Ki is picking her up and she’s scared and numb, huddling against him. “Okay. Okay. Should…. should I call the guy who’s protection I’m under? It’s all pin’s and needles Ki…”

[Black Dynamite] The numbness continues spreading. First, Mickey finds she can’t move that side of her mouth, muscles going slack. Then, it starts to work down the other side of her body, going faster as the toxin reaches her heart and is pumped to the rest of her body with each traitorous beat of her heart. In a matter of minutes, she’s -completely- paralyzed. Trapped in her own body, she can see, hear…She can feel the pounding of her terrified heart, and she can draw breath, but none of her other voluntary muscles seem to want to respond.

[Kieran Mondblume] Yeah, we’ll call him too. Who is it? *He’s moving. In shreds of clothing, with Mickey. He’s pocketed the cell.*

[Black Dynamite] Amy enters the mausoleum and something becomes clear – something’s definitely wrong. The old man is here – but he’s face down in a sticky crimson pool, his oxygen tank tipped over. Second, one of the caskets is open. DEFINITELY open..And empty.

[Mickey Waller] There is no response from her. Not one. Her eyes are maybe a little wide, there are tears running down her face, but there is no response from her. The terror is in her gaze though, this horrible feeling of being trapped, of wondering if she’ll turn into a monster like that woman… and no way to express it. She’s still breathing, but for now long?

[Kieran Mondblume] Awh hell, *he says with a groan.* You’re all possum now. Don’t worry, don’t be scared. *He’s moving towards the
Broho.*

[Adara Mires] Sh run after Amy and enter the musoeum as well. She scan the room, and look for the dead man and his sister…or ways they could have gotten out

[Kieran Mondblume] *Ohright. He has no pockets. It’ll go in Mickey’s pocket.*

[Amunet Knezevic] “Oh good. Reanimated fucking dead people. Check him for a pulse.”

She gestures toward the old man and heads down the hall. If Adara is going to act like a kin, Amy is content to treat her like a kin.

[Black Dynamite] The mausoleum is empty aside from the old man’s body. There’s no sign of any life, no footprints in the dust, nothing.

[Mickey Waller] She is simply limp in Ki’s arms. There is little else she can do for that.

[Adara Mires] She raised a brow at that and kneeled to check the man’s pulse. She augment her sneses, using her tribes’ gift so she could pick the scent of the woman. She wipe the old man’s neck with her jacket to take off her prints

[Amunet Knezevic] “Fuck. Hijo de una madre maldita puta perra”

She runs her fingers in her hair, then backtracks and moves out of the mausoleum, stepping over/around Adara and the old man if necessary to go back outside.

[Black Dynamite] When Adara flips the old man over to check his pulse, it becomes pretty much instantly clear that it’s rather pointless to do so. He’s been opened from groin to breastbone, and his torso is empty, hollowed out. There’s no sign of the internal organs. His ancient, lined face is locked in its last expression, one of terror.

[Adara Mires] She doesn’t make a face, instead she smell around, trying ot find the woman’s scent, maybe a breeze that indicate a secret passage..she had seen indina jones after all. Maybe they left some other way. She stayed there to investigate, letting Amy get out.

[Black Dynamite] The scent of the woman is hard to pick out among all the scents of death and decay. There might be something floral, perhaps perfume, but perhaps flowers left behind by a mourning family.

[Amunet Knezevic] She heads out to find her sister, and therefore her sister’s lighter. A quick prayer is offered up that there’s an emergency gas can with SOMETHING in it somewhere in the RV.

[Black Dynamite] Gaia is probably with Amy and her sister. There’s a gas can inside, and there is, indeed, fuel.

[Amunet Knezevic] As Amy proceeds to douse the RV, Sarita runs back to drag Big Ugly back.

[Adara Mires] She inspect everything, using her better eyesight, her ears, her nose, anything that could help find something inside. If nothing comes up, she will head out, have a look around, maybe pick up the scent.

[Black Dynamite] Adara quickly realizes that the scents of a cemetery with her senses heightened are incredibly repulsive. The acrid chemical tang of embalming fluid mixes with rotting flesh and vegetation, and the smells of blood from the recent battles…It’s all very, very confusing, moreso when Amy and Sarita torch the RV with the bodies inside. It’s possible she catches a bit of the woman’s perfume, leading out, the opposite direction from where the Garou were.

[Amunet Knezevic] RV soaked, she helps Sarita drag the body inside, then heads for the mausoleum again to gather the old man.

[Adara Mires] She wasnauseated but she had to go on. She tried to follwo the scent of the perfume, because it won’t be over until the twins are truly dead.

[Black Dynamite] She tracks the scent down, through a chain link fence that has been torn down in parts. There’s a bit of vegetation, some thick bushes – and then, road. She sees tire tracks, where a car peeled out, but the scent ends here.

[Black Dynamite] The RV goes up in a blast of hot air and fire. It’s not a quick process, but the bodies will burn. The scent of charred flesh and the stink of burning fiber and leather and other, unidentifiable chemical smells fill the air.

[Adara Mires] She stands over the tracks with a frown. She’ll have to get in touch with the Silver Fang kin, Sasha so she can investigate the tracks, tell them what type of car it is, maybe finding the owner so they could visit them

She head back toward the others ” Any of you know Sasha, the CSI kin, or someone who knows her?”

[Amunet Knezevic] “Where the fuck were you?”

She and Sarita are heading back for the van, Amy’s mood impressively dark.

[Mickey Waller] Mickey and Ki are gone… he seems to have taken the paralyzed kin somewhere.

[Black Dynamite] ((that’s pretty much all i had, folks. thanks for letting me run this 🙂 feel free to migrate to whichever room, or stay here, or what have you))

[Adara Mires] She raised a brow ” I was following the trail the woman left. Doing my job.”

[Mickey Waller] [[Thank you much~]]

[Amunet Knezevic] She snorts, getting into the van.

[Adara Mires] She look at Amy then Sar ” See you around” And walk away, calling Kristen to see if her boyfriend knew his tribeskin

Talking Litany With Adara

[Wyrmbreaker] Lukas’s fingers tap on the scrolled arm of his chair for a moment as he stares at Nathalie — long and hard, assessing. Then he nods a bit.

“There’s this, at least. It’s not as bad as I thought. When I first heard about the incident from Kora, the Fenrir Alpha, I thought you were making the exact same mistake you had with the kinswoman. Throwing your weight around; laying hands on that which was not yours. I’m glad to see that wasn’t the case.

“Kora, the Fenrir Alpha, will be dealing with the cub from her end. Put that out of your mind. The cub is her tribe’s responsibility now, as she should have been from the start. Kora will have to deal with both the cub’s spiritual welfare after losing her mind to the Wyrm, with whatever contrition may be necessary, and with the proper control and discipline of her tribe’s cubs.

“You’re my responsibility. And here are the issues as I see them. First, the simple issue: I think Kora has the wrong impression of the situation right now. She seems to think you had bullied a cub into succumbing to a Wyrm Frenzy, and then continued to toy with and bully her instead of putting her down as you should have. I’ll let her know what you’ve told me and what your intentions were, but you should go before her yourself and explain. And don’t grovel. Don’t be arrogant, but don’t prostrate yourself before her either. Your penance will be paid here, with me. You will not carry that with you.

“Second, the deeper issue: you’re right. You failed when the cub started to lose control, and you failed to nip the situation in the bud. You tried to stare her down — an action you knew could lead to her losing her wits. You gambled. You lost. When she did, in fact, lose her wits, you tried to show mercy and gambled again, this time with the lives of everyone around you. You lost again. If this other Garou had not stepped in, if Kristen had not healed you, you might be dead now.

“I don’t need to tell you this. I can see by your shame that you already know. You already know you should have put the cub down at the first sign of rebellion, insubordination or loss of control. It was your right. A cub has no rank; even as a Cliath, you didn’t need to answer a challenge from her. When you did, you only drew things out and endangered everyone.

“You tried to show mercy; you showed weakness instead.”

A pause.

“Here’s the thing, though. I don’t think the lesson you should take away from all this is ‘never show mercy again’. I think what you need to learn is when and how to show mercy — and when not to. And that’s not something anyone can teach you in a few words.

“I can tell you this, though. My packmate, Honor’s Compass, recently attained Adrenship. One of her questions was the difference between mercy and weakness, leadership and tyranny. She had her own, excellent answers, but the view of a Silver Fang Philodox is different from that of a Shadow Lord Ahroun. To me, the lines are as simple and complex as this: a leader acts for the greater good of the whole. A tyrant takes the whole and bends it to his own benefit. A leader knows mercy has its place. A tyrant fears mercy and cannot see the difference between it and weakness.

“Maybe there was a time when such paranoia and selfishness had its place, but these days that kind of behavior is akin to hoarding treasure in a burning house. We must be leaders, not tyrants, because tyrants will not win this war. And I think more than any other tribe or auspice, we are called upon to balance on that very fine point between leadership and tyranny, mercy and weakness. A leader must be strong. A leader must know when mercy is justified, and when it is only weakness.

“In this particular case, it’s my opinion that utterly crushing an unranked cub out of anger and pride is dishonorable. Killing her for challenging you is dishonorable. Accepting her challenge and letting it blow out of proportion is equally dishonorable. Quelling an unruly cub for her own good, and for the good of everyone you protect, is honorable. Is, in fact, its own form of mercy.

“So in the most pragmatic sense, it comes down to this: you need to learn how to quickly and reliably end a fight without endangering anyone, your opponent included.”

[Nathalie Bystrov] She shrugs slightly, eyes still on the floor. “I am a killer, Lukas-rhya. I always have been. It’s how I was trained. It is difficult to fight the instinct to kill. Clearly, there is a middle ground, and I have yet to find it.”

[Wyrmbreaker] “Well.” A hard, humorless sort of half-smile. “Start looking for it. Because Ahrouns that are nothing but killers end up dead sooner rather than later.”

[a little slow — MTing and getting STed for!]

[Adara Mires] She hasn’t been noticed by either Shadw Lords, the conversation seem to be pretty intense. She stop at the bar, gettin herself a beer and then leaned against it, waching around as she slowly drink from her bottle. Her merald eyes scan the place, it was pretty empty now.

She start cahtting with the bartender about nothing and everything. She knew the staff pretty well now and she is known to spend time downstairs and chatting with them. Not overly, because it would hinder their work, but late night, when there’s not many customers around, it tends to happen.

[Nathalie Bystrov] “I will.” She nods slightly. “It won’t happen again.”

[Wyrmbreaker] Lukas is — merciful enough, perhaps, not to point out that that’s what she said last time. Nonetheless, it’s there in his eyes, and maybe Nathalie can see it. It’s not quite doubt. It’s closer to a sort of cynicism. Or perhaps just knowledge:

that it’s hard, so very hard, to do as well as you want to do.

The two wingback chairs face each other, and they face the fireplace. Nonetheless, Lukas can see Adara now — over by the bar. He glances at the other for a moment before returning his attention to Nathalie. “Is there anything else you want to talk to me about?” he offers.

[Nathalie Bystrov] “Nothing in public, no. Though I have something to run by you in private at some point.”

[Adara Mires] She felt more than saw Lukas’s eyes on her. When an Adren look at you, you better be aware. She offer him a polite smile and small bow before he turns back to talk with Nathalie. So she return to her small chat with the bartender. She continue to drink form her bottle, smiling at something the kin said and replying back, making him laugh.

Sheseemed pretty relaxed, jsut enjoying a drink, probably before going to bed as the time was passing by and the night wasn’t getting younger.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] The door kicks open, and in walks the Strider. Well, it’s not quite fair to say it “kicks” open. It’s not like she kicked the door down as if she was in some Sylvester Stallone or Jason Statham film. And that’s not to say that she’s never done so…rather, she’s a big fan of kicking down doors when the situation warrants it. Remember that hotel room in Detroit? Ahh, good times. Poor little tweak dealer didn’t know what hit him. We’re getting distracted again. Right. The point is, she’s already had to pay for a bed. Paying for the door…not so wise.

So she walks in the front door sans a kick, looking around. She hasn’t been here since the incident in Room 9, which was more of an argument than an incident. She’s in an…okay mood, at best. Seems like she joins up with a pack and then everyone’s leaving or dying or shit. If Kate even goes on a day trip to a petting zoo in Kenosha, she’s gonna develop a complex. But no such problem for now, just the Strider being the Strider. A grin masks all the problems in the world.

Lukas gets noticed first…it’s only natural, considering she’s his Alpha and all. She gives him a grin and a nod, and looks over Nathalie a moment before leaving them alone for now. Looks like they’re talking business. Adara is noticed as well, and she starts in that direction.

“Heya, chica. What’s shaking?”

[Adara Mires] She offer awarm smile to Sarita when the Strider walks closer “I’m doing good. Spoke to Stefan on monday, sat down with your sister tonight. Things went, ok, I guess. We both left the sitdown alive and well” She smiled softly “Seriously, we have divergent opinions, but in the end it’s not up to us to decide, so.”

She shrugh “I was asked to do something, I did. Amunet has a different view, and it’s ont my place to say who’s right or wrong. We talked about it, her proposition will be submitted to lUkas eventually and he’ll decide if he want something city wide with no specifics, something specific here or a mix of both. No matter hte decision, I’ll help any way I can because my duty is to the Sept”

She grin “How about you? What’s up?”

[Wyrmbreaker] Wyrmbreaker gets up, his head turning as his packmate enters; she gets a ghost of a smile, a wry little two-finger salute off the corner of his temple. Then he looks back at Nathalie.

“Now’s as good a time as any,” he says. “Would you prefer to talk up in my room?”

[Nathalie Bystrov] She nods again. “That would be fine, Lukas-rhya. It won’t take very long.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She cocks an eyebrow and grins. “Wow. And most people just give me a ‘Ehh, same old same old.’ I can’t wait ’till you have a real story to tell.”

She grins. Galliards. “I’m okay.” The grin quirks. “Ehh, same old, same old.”

She looks at Lukas, and the gesture–the Strider’s own–directed back at her gives her a chuckle.

Uh-oh. I’m rubbing off on you., she says through their pack link.

[Adara Mires] She grin at her reply “If I ever have one, I will ask you to sit down and will pay for the drinks”

She chuckled at her answer “That bad heh?”She say in a teasing tone “Seriously you look you’re doing ok, better than last time we saw each other” Ok, she won’t mention that part of it was her mentioning Asha..the other part included a possessed man getting run over and Amunet being stabbed.

She drank from her bottle before asking “So what brings you here at this lovely hour? Just visiting, or something serious.”She smiles “And as always, none of your business isalways an accepted answer. I’m just curious by nature”

And she had to, after all, a Gallaird is on a perpetual quest ofr knowledge, storiesand songs. When one become complaisant, they become useless. Asking questions was always the best way to learn. Some people have stories to tell and they don’t even know they do

[Wyrmbreaker] [gah! sorry this took so long. i’m also trying to organize the pigsty that is my bedroom *LOL*]

A curious glance at Nathalie, then. “I don’t mind if it takes a long time, Nathalie,” he says. “You’re my tribe. You might become my packmate. I have time for you.”

Up the stairs, then — a chuckle sent back at Sarita across the pack link. I won’t worry until I start living in a van, he ribs back. For all of Lukas’s size, he’s surprisingly quiet on the stairs, each step taken with a sort of firm deliberation. The commons room is empty, but he bypasses it anyway, unlocking his room door and holding it open for Nathalie behind him.

The room is the way she remembers it: very neat, not very lived-in. There was a time he slept here every night. These days — far less frequently.

When the door shuts behind her, he gets two bottles of water out of his closet, tossing her one. Then he sits on his bed, leaving his desk chair for his guest, as it were. “What’s on your mind?”

[Nathalie Bystrov] She follows him up to his room. Once there, she remains standing, eyes downcast. “I…Have been working on a project. I wanted to tell you before I continued and perhaps ask for any assistance you can provide. You have heard that Amunet is trying to organize the Kin, yes?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I am better. No one’s about to die–that I know of–and I’m pretty chill.” She takes a seat next to the Fury and orders a Carona.

“As for why I’m here…” She shrugs. “Just came for a drink and not having to deal with the crowd, y’know? I love a good bar, but every now and then I just wanna go…well, you know.”

She pauses there, and you can almost feel coming. If you’ve ever watched 1980s sitcoms, you just KNOW it’s coming. But you can’t stop it. It’s like watching a train carrying a load of blind orphans on a collision course with a fireworks factory. You don’t know what’s gonna happen, but it’s going to be explosive and bad, for sure.

“Sometimes you wanna go…where EVERYBOOODY KNOWS YOUR NA-A-AAAME…”

[Wyrmbreaker] I have been working on a project —

“Look at me, Nathalie,” Lukas interrupts, waiting until Nathalie has raised her head before nodding for her to go on. He listens, then, nodding at the question. “I think my mate was going to try to make the meeting, but got delayed. What’s your project?”

[Adara Mires] She chuckled at her answer “Sure, your name is Sandra right?” She say teasing with a big grin.

“I od know what you mean. Sometimes a quiet drink with random people you know is a good way to spend the night. And it’s good to see you agan Sarita, without any crisis”

Well for now at least. No pack Alpha crmubling down on them for killing a posssesed packmate, no possessed people stabbing kin, nothing except two women, warriors of Gaia, having a drink. She gently clinked her bottle to Sarita’s

“To quiet nights? May we enjoy them when they come for they never last long” She smile and drank.

Maybe the raganash won’t agree with that statement, but she kinda liked it.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She smiles a bit, considering. “How about…to pleasant nights. Whatever that may be.”

[Nathalie Bystrov] She looks up when he says so, eyes locking on a place somewhere around his throat, definitely not meeting his eyes. When she starts to speak, the words start to come out slowly, at first, then faster, tumbling out in a torrent. “I viewed it as…An opportunity, for the tribe. A powerful one. For information and…” She pauses. “Not to control, but to guide them to our advantage. Mutual advantage, of course I contacted the Kin and offered my services. As…an advisor, someone to help with decisions or discussions that only a Garou can help with. She agreed. I think she thinks she can manipulate me, but I’m not sure.” Another pause. “I have been cultivating relationships with the Kin. Adjusting their perceptions of me, so that they see me as…On their side, one could say? Some of them trust me, and if I was able to assist Amunet in her project, I could keep up to date with their project and ensure that any problems are smoothed over before they become an issue, and to help ensure that we don’t end up with more Kin like Carter.”

[Adara Mires] She nodded to the Strider “Sounds pretty good to me” She finish her beer and order another.

“”So, beside the same old. Anything exciting planned? Anything new of the Kin hunter? I haven’t heard anything in a while, nor about the threats to the Caern rom companies buying lands around the Caern. I was wondering if someone else had and I was just out of the loop”

She start her new bottle “I mean I hear things but not everything.” She shrugh

[Wyrmbreaker] “Like a liaison to the kin?” Lukas is frowning faintly as he twists his bottle of water open. “I think it’s a good idea to keep lines of communication open. I’m glad the kin are organizing, and I’m glad you’ve been proactive about staying in contact with them. We need our kin as much as the other way around. But it troubles me that there’s so much us and them lately. The Garou ‘side’, the kin ‘side’. The implication that we each have our own agenda and they don’t mesh at all, when really there’s one shared agenda for the entire Garou Nation. It wasn’t like this before Carter showed up.”

[Nathalie Bystrov] “Something like that. A..Shepherd, one might say.” Something about that amuses her, and she smiles, an odd smile without any hint off warmth to it. “They feel…Unheard. At least some of them do. Disrespected.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I haven’t, no.” She frowns and shakes her head, taking a swallow of her beer. “I’ve been fairly out of the loop myself, unfortunately. Keep trying to meet up with peeps but it ain’t happening for various reasons.”

[Adara Mires] She smiled “Give me their names, I’m gonig to lassoed them and tied em down for you. Might actually be fun to do”She wiggle her brows

“”Seriously, I hate it happens. But I”m sure you’ll get to gather them soon. Just howl very angrily at them, they’ll get hteir butt in gear and show up” She say smiling

“Or like I said, tie em up.” She drank with a grin

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She chuckles. She seems genuinely amused by the Fury’s joke…but then, she always seems amused when there isn’t a crisis facing them that’s a matter of life-or-death (or life-or-Amy). “It’s less their fault then mine. Too much shit percolating around this old brain and around this old ass. If you wanna tell Kristen at some point that I wanna chat with her, that’d be cool.”

[Wyrmbreaker] There’s a sort of answering smile that flickers humorlessly across Wyrmbreaker’s face. “It’s this goddamn democracy thing, you know,” he says. “This idealistic notion that you’re born with a right to be heard and listened to and respected so that anyone who’s accomplished so much as surviving to age eighteen can have their voice matter. That’s not even how this country runs anymore, but that’s still what they teach in schools. That’s still what our kin, and half our cubs, believe.

“It’s not the same in the Garou Nation. It never was and never will be, not so long as there’s a war to fight. Here we earn our respect. It’s a privilege, not a birthright, and the kin have to understand that they’re bound to this law as much as we are. Kin will get respect as they earn it. Just like the Garou do.

“Who’s complaining, anyway?”

[Nathalie Bystrov] “I agree. They need to earn their respect. But some are losing hope of ever being able to.” She shrugs. “I would hesitate to name anyone in specific. But…Carter’s viewpoint is one with a lot for Kin to like. It’s a philosophy that must be nipped in the bud. And what better way of showing Kin that their opinion matters than by having a Garou to listen to and act upon their concerns?”

[Adara Mires] She nodded “I’ll tell her. Anyone else you need to contact? I see so many of us coming and going here that if I can help spread the word, I’ll be happy to help you” She say with a smile, drinking some more

“And I hope things will slow down for you a little, so you can have other things moving forward.” She wasstill leaning against the bar, watching Sarita, smiling softly

[Wyrmbreaker] There’s a flicker of tension along Wyrmbreaker’s jaw. Then he takes a drink from his water bottle, leans back on his bed until his shoulderblades touch the wall.

“What concerns?” he asks.

[Nathalie Bystrov] “Any that require the assistance of the Garou.” She shrugs. “I don’t know that there are any right now that require immediate action. But Amunet knows she can voice these concerns to me, and that I will try to help with them. And if she’s one of the leading voices of the Kin…” She shrugs.

[Kristen Burke] Speak of the devil and she appears. Well okay, she’s not a devil but she does come into the downstairs area. She’s wearing her lovely white woolen coat and her furry cap and practically glowing. Oddly, though she hasn’t just come from Derek’s. It was snowing and she was out in it. Some day, she’ll likely hate the snow along with millions of residents of the midwest but for now it is still novel and a thing to be celebrated and so she had to go out and play in it. Not that there was really any accumulation just the falling snow made her smile.

[Wyrmbreaker] Wyrmbreaker thinks for a moment, brow tense but not quite frowning, fingers tapping restlessly on the side of his water bottle.

“You spend a lot of your time, Nathalie, attending to the concerns of kin who have yet to prove themselves of worth to the tribe or the Nation. You’re warding Neda because she won’t go into the protection of the tribe. Now you want to also be the comments and suggestions box for a coalition of kin that have yet to accomplish anything.

“I won’t stop you if you feel this is where your talents are best used. But do you really have time to waste on this?”

[Nathalie Bystrov] “I’m not warding Neda. Not anymore. I’ve extended this beyond my time. “I don’t think it’s a waste of time. I believe that a bit of work now can avoid problems in the future. If it consumes too much of my time, then I will move on, but I believe it could be an invaluable source of information we can’t get in other ways.”

[Wyrmbreaker] A quirk of an eyebrow — a tangent, “Where’s Neda, then? Just by herself?”

[Nathalie Bystrov] “No. I’m still protecting her. But rather than just telling her that I would be protecting her and demanding information from her, I’ve made her feel that she’s the one in control.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Thanks, I appreciate it.” She’s looking up behind the bar while she drinks, and she doesn’t see Kristin come in. She sighs and cracks her neck to either side.

“So what else is new with you, Adara? Anything good?”

[Adara Mires] She shrugh “Like Isaid earlier, ntohing terribly bad nor good. I do my thing, help where I can, foughts 3 BSDs with Simoon and Janis. Had a hmmm divergence of opinion with her about collateral damage and it made me wonder if I was too soft on humans or if she stopped caring. Also..where the line is.

If you kill monters who leaves someone in pain, shock and with probably psychological sequels. Do you kill that person saying she’s weak? Or that maybe, the one barely conscious might have seen peopel shift? Or do you let them live and hope they will find strenght to survive and move on?”

Her eyes move to Kristen and she beam the young woman a smile “Hey hun, we were talknig about you a few minutes ago” She leave her bottle on the bar and give her friend a hug

“How have you been? Hanging with your guy?”

[Kristen Burke] She grins. “Good things, I hope? I’ve been good. Some yes, though not tonight. Tonight I had a date with snow! Isn’t it lovely? So pure and drifting so gently as it falls from the sky. How are you ladies?” She hugs Adara and nods at Sarita.

[Wyrmbreaker] Lukas is quiet a while, his pale eyes glittering as he thinks. After a moment he sits up, capping his bottle again.

“If I understand you correctly, Nathalie,” he says quietly, “you’re trying the subtle approach. Trying to make the other party feel like they command the situation while you in reality hold the cards.

“Am I reading you right? Is that what you’re trying to do — with Neda, and with this kin coalition? Maintain control over them by letting them feel that they’re in control of the situation, and that you’re their ally?”

[Nathalie Bystrov] “Yes. Precisely.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s a good, solid philosophical question.” She nods to Adara. The usually flippant Strider is thoughtful, frowning a little as she considers it. “I kind of see where she’s coming from? On the potential Veil breach, I mean. That’s the only part of her standpoint as you’re puttin’ it here that I agree with, though. We don’t cull humans. Last time we did that shit, none of your ancestors you can probably name where even twinkles in the twinkles of twinkles in their great-granpappy’s eyes.”

“And if she’s gonna try to use the Litany as an excuse…well.” She shrugs. “I ain’t no Philodox, but the Litany tells US not to suffer our people to tend our sickness. That’s personal adminition, and it has nothing to do with deciding that someone else is weak and just killing them for it. That’s some flat-out cold-hearted bullshit there. Besides, the Litany are our laws, not human laws. If we tried to apply the Litany to humans, it just wouldn’t work. Not to say we can’t hold humans to high standards, but…well, you should ask Janis if she respects the territory of the humans, and if she would accept an honorable surrender from one instead of killing them because they saw something that broke the Veil.”

“You got the right idea. The Litany isn’t an excuse for ‘Oh, a human saw us, Veil might be broken, gotta kill ’em.’ That’s the easy way out, and if you ask me–Veil got broken, then someone fucked their shit up. And they shouldn’t necessarily get to take the easy way out. I’m in agreement with you.”

Then she sees Kristen and smiles. “Hola, chica. How’s it going?”

[Kristen Burke] She looks between them with a tilt of her head as they discuss the breaking of the Veil. She’s curious but she doesn’t interrupt. Her brows furrow a bit, as she listens. She pulls her hat off and sets it on the bar and works on removing her coat, laying them on the bar after she’s done. She doesn’t have the true context and only half heard the initial question so she doesn’t really want to step in and offer an opinion that might be way out in left field.

[Adara Mires] She listen to Sarita “Thank you for taking the time to answer that seriously. I’ll have a talk with Janis about how she sees things. Time has passed, we both cooled down. So we might be able to sit and talk about it. And I agree with you about the Veil. We were in a situation where they shifted on us, we struck back. I wish we could have taken the time to be sure the woman hadn’t seen anything or remembered anything before she killed her.

What’s done is done. Sadly both might have died from their injuries before the medical care could arrive. rendering the point moot. I will check with her, in case something similar happen but the humans could be saved. I did learn a few lessons that night, about rushing in to help humans without asessing the situation better. I hope I can teach her a different lesson so we both grow wiser from that”

She smiled to both woman “Hey, you two needed to talk, so, this is me stepping out of the spotlight and aloowing you to discuss what you need” She smiled and picked up her bottle again, drinking from it

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She nods to Adara, though the frown is evident in her features when Adara mentions that the human in question was actually killed. That hadn’t been entirely obvious from the previous statements by the Galliard.

She looks at Kristen, who didn’t hear or just didn’t respond to the Strider’s direct greeting. So she tries again. “Hey. How you doing?”

[Wyrmbreaker] “That’s a dangerous game to play,” Wyrmbreaker observes, “built entirely on a rather fragile base of what is, stripped bare and unvarnished, a form of deceit. Your would-be pawns could turn on you viciously if they discover the truth. They’ll feel manipulated, betrayed, even if you haven’t abused your power. Or worse, they could walk all over you if you’re not careful about where you draw the lines.

“In all truth, what you’re proposing works for plenty of Shadow Lords. And in the end, I’m a pragmatist. As long as you’re not actively working against me or the war effort, as long as you’re ultimately still using what information or influence you gain in the name of sept and its unity in the face of the Wyrm, I won’t stop you from doing what you want.

“And it’s not my style, nor the style of my pack.

“I like you, Nathalie. I think you have real promise, real honor. I’m genuinely a little perplexed that someone so upfront and honest as you’ve been with me would suggest something like this. It’s not how I’d handle it; it’s not how I thought you’d handle it at all. But if you do go through with it, then we might not be the best fit for each other in terms of packing up.

“That’s not a veiled threat or a manipulation tactic. It’s just the truth, as I see it.”

[Wyrmbreaker] [whoops, change that “and it’s not my style” to a “but it’s not my style.”]

[Nathalie Bystrov] “It’s not about pawns and power, Lukas-rhya. Sometimes people can’t see what’s best for them. Look at Carter. The silly Kin repeatedly insists on threatening to draw a gun on me, when all I want is to ensure his safety.”

[Kristen Burke] “Still doing good.” She chuckles as she’s asked again. “And you?”

[Adara Mires] She pass a hand in her hair when Sarita frown and nod “Yeah, exactly” As if the woman had spoken “Simon was there, not sure if he approved or was taken by surprise.”She look up as if looknig at somethingg on hte second floor “I wonder if I should speak to LUkas, Kora or simply Janisand make sure it doesn’t hapepn again. It’ll never happen on my watch, with anyone. I got caught by surprise once. Not again”

And she shut up, for Sarita and Kristen to talk., slowly drinking her beer

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shrugs. “M’all right, I suppose. Can’t complain.” In truth, she probably could. But now’s not the time. “Haven’t had a chance to catch up with you on that whole kin-hunting thing.”

[Wyrmbreaker] “I believe that. But I also believe in being honest. Brutally so, sometimes. I know it’s not always the best tactic; it’s not a moral judgment I’m passing on you.

“But if the kinfolk came to me with concerns and quibbles — and sooner or later, I’ll probably go to one of their meetings and say this there — then I’m going to assess how much they’ve contributed before I assess how I’m going to deal with it. The same thing goes for anyone.

“If they don’t pull their own weight, they don’t get to be coddled. And I won’t go through the trouble of pretending, either, no more than I’d go through the trouble of pretending for a cub, a cliath, a fostern, or anyone else.

“Which brings me back to my point. You do things how you want. But I’m telling you how things are — and will be — done in my pack. And if you can live with that, then by all means, run with us, see how we fit. If you can’t, I’ll honorably release you to find a pack that fits you better.”

A brief pause. “As for Carter — if he ever goes so far as to pull a gun on you, disable him and bring him to me. Whether or not a kin and his peashooter can actually damage you, an open threat on your life is unacceptable. Is corrupt. If he pulls a gun on you, that means given the chance, he’d probably pull silver on you as well.”

[Nathalie Bystrov] She nods slightly, inclining her head to the side. “Fair enough. I will take that into consideration. Thank you, Lukas-rhya. As for Carter…I will do my best to disable him should he pull a gun on me.”

[Kristen Burke] “Mm.” She nods. “Well, Dr. Gladecu helped me confirm that it’s most likely Black Spiral Dancers that we’re dealing with, using dark gifts to make them invisible. Wind also mentioned Lune teaching a gift that plays tricks with light. After talking to Stefan, I suspect it may have been a reference to a Silver Fang gift that allows for the garou to shine with a silvery light that would brighten dark corners. I have the knife with the blood of one of the creatures on it and can use Rite of the Questing Stone to track at least a general area of the location. Joey and some others were going to do some tracking as well so I believe we’re going to launch a two pronged search to help narrow the area a bit more.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She listens, nodding a little bit, and then grins when Kristen mentions Joey and tracking. “Oh, cool. Well, then, I’m in the loop, I guess. ’cause I was planning on doing some tracking with Joey on something, and I gotta assume that’s it.”

[Adara Mires] She listened to everything her roomate was saying. She knew part of it but not about Joey’s expedition. Maybe she should talk to the Rotagar about joigning. After all her last scout mission didn’t go too badly. Well, she’ll try to reach the young woman soon. If not, well there will be other opportunities. She wasn’t worried about that. A lot of things seems to happen in this city after all.

She drank from her bottle, watching them

[Kyle] got to bail again. mother in law just arrived so time to be sociable 🙂 catch you all later I hope
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[Kristen Burke] She nods and smiles. “Well, perfect then. Are there any Silver Fangs among the group that is tracking do you know?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Dunno, to be honest. So far, I just know of me and Joey. She’s organizing the whole thing. Did you tell her one would be useful?”

[Kristen Burke] “Not yet.” She shook her head. “Will you be talking to her soon? If so the gift is called Lambent Flame.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She nods. “Cool. I’ll ring her up, I’ve got ‘er number.”

A little smile. “We’ll get it sorted out.”

[Adara Mires] She finish her bottle and put ut down, still listening. She ordered herself another beer and some hot cider for Kristen, handing the Theurge her drink with a smile. She drank from her bottle “Well if you need another person, I could join the party” She say to Sarita

[Wyrmbreaker] For the second time tonight, Lukas is silent a while. He looks at the Cliath; looks long and hard. A different sort of stare, this time. Less critical. More curious. Deeper, perhaps.

In the end, he takes a sip from his bottle, twists the cap on and lowers it to the ground as he stands to see her out.

“We’re not often taught truth is the best,” he says quietly. “But then, our teachings come down from thousands, tens of thousands of years ago. And if the Tribe has one strength above all else, it’s our adaptability. We obey evolution. We follow what works; abandon what doesn’t.

“Think about it, Nathalie. Let me know what you decide.”

[Kristen Burke] She nods. “Thank you. And I’m certain we will. I’m hoping this one is down to a track and root out the taint situation. Hopefully it will be pretty cut and dry.” Her face lights up as Adara brings her the cider. “Thank you!”

[Nathalie Bystrov] She nods, slightly. “I will. Thank you for your time, Lukas-rhya.” She inclines her head agian,then makes her way out. ((just saw the time and wow, it’s bed time for me. g’night all))

[Wyrmbreaker] [i’d love to stay and play more, but my other scene’s getting intense! later guys — i’ll be in chilltank]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, I’m not really the party planner on this one, Adara.” She smiles a bit. “And things can get a bit wacky if you got too many people organizing. Everyone brings the same party favors, you get into knockdown, drag-out fights about whether the music should be the latest French House tracks or mashups of Katy Perry and Ice-T.” She pauses. “For the record…ALWAYS go with interexchangable, manufactured pop star pop wrapped up in with the uncensored, extended track of ‘Cop Killer.’ These are serious words to live by.”

She could be deadly serious, but for the grin in her eyes. “So yeah, I’m not gonna be grinding up on Joey’s Kool-Aid. In a metaphorical ~or~ phyiscal sense. But I’ll give you her number.”

[Adara Mires] She nodded to Sarita “Thank you. AndI should’ve been clearer. I sohuld asked you to tell Joey if she need someone else. And I know what you mean. I had this kind of situation when we went out with Hunter, Simon, Joey and and others. Joey was mission leader then there was discussion if we should follow her, her Alpha or the Wymrfoe. We wasted quite some time on this.

Though to be honest, in retrospect, it wasn’t too bad. Kept me from hauling body parts like crazy for some time.”

She drank from her bottle “And to be honest, I like my stuff old school. No maship up, plain old Ice-T”She say with a smile

[Adara Mires] (*no mashups..)

[Kristen Burke] “Mash-up…um, is Iced Tea a band?” And the Theurge displays her less than world saavy music knowledge.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She nods to Adara and writes down Joey’s number on a cocktail napkin, passing it over. “Give her a call.”

Then Kristen professes to have no idea who Ice-T is, and she blinks. “Oh, Dios mío. You’re kidding.”

[Kristen Burke] She blushes a bit and shakes her head. “I’m afraid I’m not very familiar with a lot of the more popular music. ”

[Adara Mires] She smiled to Sarita “Thanks”

She laughed at Kristen’s question “Ice-T isan old school rapper turned tv and movie star now hun. And mashups are went you take a song, use only the music and put the lyrics of another performer on it. Sometimes it makes no sense, other times..it’s bearable. I mean, eminem with ramstein works. Britney Spears and Insane Clown Possee..not so much”

She smiled and drank, putting Joey’s number in her jeans pocket

[Kristen Burke] The examples go quite over her head but she seems to understand the concept. “Oh, I think I understand. Some types of music just do not mesh well together.” She stretches a bit. “Mmm, but I think I should get some sleep. I will chat with you two later.” She finishes off the cider that Adara had brought her before standing. Wasting good alcohol would be a sin.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, me too. I got a bed calling my name, and I was hoping to catch up some more with Amy tomorrow.” She nods to them both. “Have a good one, you too.”

[Kristen Burke] “Good nigth Sarita. It was good seeing you.” She smiles and waves. ((And I have a bed calling my name…night guys! 🙂 ))

[Adara Mires] waved at Sarita “Have a good night”

She took her beer and went up with Kristen “Wait for me hun. I”m coming woth you. And Ki is still sleeping on the floor, again” She say with a shake of her head, moving upstairs with her roomie

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] A little smile to both of them and makes her way out.

St. Patrick’s Day Chaos

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Go get Chicago Wind before he disappears. I’ll take care of this gorilla eatin’ goon here!]]

[[…Forgive me, it seemed appropriate.]]

[Amy] [Okay boys and girls, here’s the deal. Scene is going to start out at Mickey’s bar with everyone out for St Paddy’s day. Expect drunkeness. There will be some combat. DO NOT ROLL UNLESS BD TELLS YOU TO. There will be dice, but for the most part everybody is going to be expected to just be honest with their stats and act accordingly. Questions, comments, little cakes with candies on them as offerings?]

[Ki Mondblume] ((*offers zebra cakes* I have no candles. Fire scares me.))

[Mickey Walker] [*gives corned beef instead!*]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[*Offers The Godfather collection on Blu-Ray*]]

[Adara Mires] (I offer green beer…it’s St-Patty’s day after all..and the movie the Boondock Saints)

[Amy] [That works! Spaz is going to set us up with a setting post, since this is Mickey’s terrirory, and then we can get going!]

[Mickey Walker] It’s St. Patrick’s Day, and it’s a nightclub- it’s packed. It’s not a themed bar, not by a long shot, but there is a heck of a lot of green showing. Uniforms have been relaxed for the waiters and waitresses, and there is a long of green hair, green, makeup and green shirts. There’s no green beef (sorry folks) but there is a list of specialty drinks for the nights like Irish Car Bombs and some green drinks.

Three people are manning the bar with a bouncer for control- there is another at the door, and one on the floor. A fourth bartender works on filling drink orders for those out on the floor, and the speakers have things like Dropkick Murphy’s and some Flogging Molly along with the typical nightclub music. There’s perhaps a remix or two in there, and generally, everyone seems to be having a good time.

Mickey’s on point at the bar with her green, black, and white dreads, her shirt saying “I Wanna Know Where the Gold’s At.” with the gold in, you guessed it, cold lettering. There’s not a lot of trick bartending tonight, but there is a little as she serves drinks as fast as she can.

[Adara Mires] She had came to this particular bar, not because it was an irish pub, because it wasn’t, but simply for Mickey. If she was to celebrate St Patrick’s day by herslef, well better do it where a friend worked. She was dressed in jeans, running shoes, a green shirt, with some green make up to enhance her emerald eyes. Her lnog dark brown hair were left free tonight, no ponytail.

She headed for the bar with a warm smile, waving at Mickey “Hey there!”She calls out ot her when she is close enough “How are you? And I’ll take something irishy, your call” She say leaning against the bar who cleared a little for her

[Amy] [Sorry, tiny hiccup, there was a soda vs. laptop issue. Soda won. He’s getting one of the old laptops going. Go ahead and do entrance posts!]

[Ki Mondblume] *He is wearing a blue shirt, and a pair of jeans. His eyes, however, are quite bright, cheerful, walking into the loud place. It’s about time he should check out her place. He doesn’t seem to mind the music at all. It’s light, it makes him walk to the beat, and it brings a wide smile to his face. He does try to squirm towards the bar, to see what’s going on. Apparently he didn’t get the memo that he was supposed to wear green, or orange. Or maybe he just doesn’t know.*

*He wriggles through the crowd, rather easily, towards the bar, near running into Adara in the process. He looks to the bartender, and he squints.* YOUR HAIR IS DIFFERENT! *he yells over the music.*

[Amy] This is their third (fourth) or fourth (sixth) bar tonight. As far as shitty months go, March has been the shittiest on record. Any excuse to go out and drink until puking occurs that is also supported by the calender is okay by her.

She’s not dressed for clubbing tonight. Those clothes got burned in a fit of “purge it with fire” earlier today. Instead, she’s in jeans and a clingy tank top, the carhartt left at the hotel in favor of a light sweater.

[Mickey Walker] “Hey!” She calls out to Adara, waving at her while she pours a beer for someone else. “If you can chug, I suggest an Irish Car Bomb, if you can’t, Guinness is a hell of a good place to start!”

There is a ripple of surprise as she sees Ki, and she grins wider. “Yeah! Green now, for St. Patty’s day!”

[Ki Mondblume] OHH! *he yells, and his eyes widen slightly.* It… ahh… *He seems to ponder that, with a frown.* IT LOOKS LIGHTER! *He seems to think yelling is the best way to communicate.* I THINK IT LOOKS PRETTY! *He looks around, though, as if trying to comprehend something, and then back to Mickey, flashing one of those grins.* ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE IRISH?

[Adara Mires] She laughed at Ki’s comment “Today, everybody is irish”She say with a playful nudge “How are you dear?” Her eyes move back to Mickey

“Irish car bomb for the win tonight hun” She flash her a wide smile

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s heading along with Amy. Sarita isn’t quite as drunk as Amy is, by a long shot. She is also not dressed for clubbing. Last time she went out clubbing, she saw people she knew and she and Amy had to change clothes. Amy is likely to puke and by NO means is Sarita wearing pukey clothes.

So it’s the duster and the jeans and tank top. Without the duster, she and Amy would look remarkably similar. She’s a little bit buzzed, but not drunk. Not yet, anyway…she’s building up to it. She agrees with the assessment that March has sucked cold shit through a straw, but she is hoping to make it through all the bars tonight before she blacks out.

[Mickey Walker] There is a very loud, very amused, laugh to Ki’s comment. “Thanks for the compliment. And hell no, not everyone’s Irish but at this time they may as well be!”

She grabs a Guinness from behind the bar and pours it into a glass. Then she grabs a shot glass and fills it half with Jameson, and half with Bailey’s. She slides both glasses to Adara, voice raised to be heard over the noise. “Drop the shot glass in, and then chug! You gotta chug fast, otherwise it’s gonna curdle.”

[Ki Mondblume] BOMB? *He looks VERY puzzled, at Adara and Mickey’s talking. The talk of drinks confuses him.* OHH! NO, NO BOMBS. No… BLOWING UP. *And he actually does a hand gesture of an explosion, as if she can’t hear him, raising his hand, and spreading his fingers slowly from the bar. Making a soft, inaudible poof noise.* HOW ABOUT… ERR… SOMETHING… NON-ALCOHOLIC AND IRISH?

[Amy] “WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DRINK?” She doesn’t really need to yell THAT loud, but yelling makes her feel better tonight so there it goes.

That whole ‘You lied to me don’t fucking touch me’ thing? That went out the window with the third boilermaker that cute buy bought her at the last bar. She grabs Sar’s arm, dragging her toward the bar in search of a particularly impressed bartender that she’s befriended.

“MICKEY!” Good god is she loud. And jumping. And waving.

[Adara Mires] She smield at Mickey “All right”And she did so. She dropped the shot in the glass and chugged it like a pro “Hmmmm that’s really good. I’ll get another one”

She hear someone screaming Mickey’s name and she turn her head. She offer a warm smile to Amy and Sarita, noticing who’s drunker than the other

“HEllo Sarita, Amy, how are you doing?”She calls out ot them over the music

[Mickey Walker] She seems to ponder Ki’s request, frowning a little. “I… could put some green food coloring in sprite? Sorry Ki, not so sure we’ve got anything non-alcoholic and Irish tonight. And not like a real bomb, it’s a drink, I promise.”

Her head shoots up at her name, and she grins all over again, even as she starts making another drink for Adara. “AMY! Hey chick, what’s up?!”

[Ki Mondblume] Sprite’s good! *he says cheerily, and he looks around as Mickey’s name is spoken. He blinks. Amy gets a grin, and Sarita gets a confused look. He seems to be good with those when he’s in a bar. He furrows his eyebrows. Rage gets one all the goodies, though, helping to clear up some space at the bar. His head swivels back to Mickey.* SPRITES ARE LIKE LEPRECHAUNS, SO THAT’S IRISH! *He likes his logic – he is clearly pleased with himself.*

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She gets dragged, not really bothering to tell Amy what she wants. She’ll have forgotten by the time they get there. She’s been a little bit unsure at first, but the more Amy drinks, the more she leans on her sister. And the more Amy’s leaning on Sarita, the more Sarita drinks, so the less it bothers her. Make sense? No. Shut up, no one asked you.

She smiles when they hit the bar and Mickey seems to know Amy. She looks between them, not too surprised. Amy knows a lot of bartenders. Possibly in a carnal manner, but she doubts that’t the case with Mickey. She nods to Mickey with a smile of greeting and lifts a have to wave at Adara.

[Amy] “ADARA! KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!” She’s feeling huggy. This is not good. Ki gets hugged hard, and given an official holiday kiss.

[Ki Mondblume] *Ki looks SO pleased at that. A little blush touches his cheeks, though, the grin overwhelms it.* You are SO drunk, *he says cheerily.* I hope you hug me when you’re sober too, cuz you’re a GOOD hugger.

[Mickey Walker] There is a giggle at Ki’s logic, a thumbs up to let him know that she approves. With the Car Bomb pushed back to Adara, she quickly mixes up a green sprite for Ki, topping it with a little umbrella, and pushing that to him. She’s pulled away briefly to help with a complex drink, before she heads back to where the small group has gathered.

“What can I get you?” She asks Sarita, since Amy is busy hugging people.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Amy knows a lot of people here, it would seem. And she’s hugging. Sarita looks at the woman to see if she’s about to start head-spinning next.

Then Mickey asks her what she wants to drink and she smiles. “Tequila sunrise. You’re a peach.”

[Amy] “I am SO FUCKING DRUNK!” She nods, grinning before climbing….ohmygod…. up onto the bar to hug Mickey.

[Adara Mires] She hugged Amy “It’s good to see you again Amy”Shesay to her while they hugged. She laughed at Ki’s words…yeah…Amy was a good hugger and a reason she would like to be a man right now. She look at Sar as she mix her irish car bomb

“How did things go last night after I left?”She ask then chug her drink then look at mickey “I’m paying ofr this tound. Another car bomb for me, her Tequila Sunrise, his Sprite and whatever Amy desire”

[Mickey Walker] “Tequila Sunrise… woman after my own h- HEY Amy!” She lunges forward to hug Amy over the bar, before she can get all the way up ON the bar. “Hug here’s good! If you want me to come give you a hug hug, lemme pop around the bar. But it’s good to see you!”

It seems like she’s done this before- she probably has. There is a half nod to Adara, but she’s mostly focused on keeping Amy un-kicked out this early on.

[Ki Mondblume] *He doesn’t hide where his eyes are going. RIGHT after Amy’s butt. He cants his head slightly at that, though he leans down to sip at the tiny straw in the drink. It’s simple. And … err… green. He thinks for a moment, chewing on the straw, before he yanks his gaze away from the inebriated kinfolk.*

[Black Dynamite] ((poor computer. at last, our friendship bonded by the struggle against the man, cut short by kung fu treachery)) It’s loud. Really fucking loud. And people are milling everywhere, shouting, talking, laughing, dancing. And yet…The pair that are working the bar still stick out like sore thumbs. They look closely enough alike that they’re definitely blood relatives, possibly twins, and they’re both…Well, looking for people. The pair aren’t anything to look at – the male half is short, not particularly handsome or muscular, very plain, while the sister is a bit heavyset, and doesn’t take very good care of herself in the slightest – but they seem to be doing pretty well for themselves. The man is currently talking to a blonde so far out of his league as to be on a separate planet, while his sister is lurking nearby.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “They went okay.” She shrugs to Adara. “Just some fairly random conversation, meet and greet stuff.”

She catches Ki looking at her sister’s ass and arches an eyebrow. “Hola, chico. Likin’ the view?”

[Amy] Adara gets hugged too. HUGS FOR EVERYONE! And one for the guy standing close enough to get drawn in too. Why not? She’s a slut, just ask Defiance.

Eventually she’s wriggled back off the bar, everyone has been hugged, and she’s not in any immediate danger of climbing up onto anything or anyone now.

[Ki Mondblume] Uhh… *He pauses. His head swivels to Sarita, and he grins.* Uhh… yes? *It’s honesty. So it’s the right answer. Though his head moves again, and he points.* Look, more people! *He seems to consider it an appropriate distraction, and he slides off the barstool.*

[Mickey Walker] With Amy off the bar, she gets back to work. A Tequila Sunrise for Sarita, another Irish Car Bomb for Adara, a pause to input it all in a computer, and a quick swig of a water bottle for her from behind thee bar. She’s not too focused on the siblings working it at the bar- people do that. And unless some drugging and or stealing happens, she’s got other patrons and she’s distracted with the crowd in front of her.

[Adara Mires] She wait for Amy to be done with the hugging “All right you Care Bear, what do you want to drink before gonig into another round of random hugging?”She say with a smile.

She did liked the view she had of the kin’s butt earlier but she didn’t stare at it, she wassubtler than that. She hand money ot Mickey to MIckey and pay ofr everything

She look to Sarita “And I didn’t get ot tell Katherine nor you yesterday, but my condeleances for your loss. I’m really sorry for Asha”She said with honesty

She watches Amy. She vwanted to tell her how sorry she was for John, but she doubt Amy was in a state ot hear about that

[Black Dynamite] The blonde, who seems quite drunk, makes her way out with the man. There’s something strange about it – perhaps it’s how the man goes from weaving like, well, a drunk, to moving perfectly normally. Perhaps it’s how his sister immediately stops her conversation in the middle and follows them out. Perhaps it’s just a vibe. Whatever the case, it’s definitely noteworthy, as the blonde, the man, and his sister all walk out.

[Ki Mondblume] *He actually pauses with his drink, and his grin vanishes in a heartbeat, as his eyes flick to Adara with that. And then back to Sarita. He arches an eyebrow at Adara, rather shocked, all things considered. He sips on his green sprite, and he waits by the bar, but not on the stool.* WHAT IS THIS MUSIC? *He yells instead, in Mickey’s direction.* I DON’T KNOW THE BAND.

[Ki Mondblume] *His eyes follow the threesome, however, and his smile returns, waiting rather patiently, all things considered. He looks like he is about to pounce on something.*

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Adara probably has the best of all possible intentions by expressing her condolences. She means well, and that’s good. But the fact remains that she took the time to remind a woman who is starting to approach being drunk in the middle of a St. Patrick’s Day celebration when she’s out trying to enjoy herself and forget her troubles that she is surrounded by death. So it’s fair to say that it has the opposite reaction than what Adara intended. She frowns at Adara and just like that, the Strider is a blank wall.

“Yeah, thanks.” It’s flat and has about as much sincerity as a text-to-speech program is capable of. She takes her tequila sunrise and sips it, her eyes immediately tracking the trio. Her eyes narrow a bit and she slams her drink back. “Amy.” She nods in the trio’s direction when her sister looks her way.

[Mickey Walker] She eyes the threesome, frowning at his drunk to straight shenanigans. She wants to tell a bouncer, but there’s nothing actually odd about it- and you don’t tell a bouncer a hunch. Nor does she miss the display between Amy and Sarita and she taps the bar near Sarita. “Hey, you want another?”

[Amy] “What?” She follows the nod, looking the trio over. “You want us to find a guy to fuck? We can do that. Have we ever done that?” She blinks hard. This has been far too many drunken days all in a row for her.

[Ki Mondblume] *It seems he doesn’t realize Amy’s not talking to him.* Errr… NO THANK YOU, I’M NOT INTO THAT. *He frowns slightly.* Well… uhh. This place is crowded.

[Adara Mires] She frowned at Sarita’s reaction and simply mumbled “Sorry” She closed her eyes and downed her third car bomb. She open her eyes again and look in the direction Amy and Sarita are looking at, the trio.

“Something’s wrong?” She ask the strider and it’s onvious she isn’t asking about why her expression changed, but about the trio

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shakes her head at Amy’s question, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Wow. Um, no, Ames. Not at all.” She waves off the offer for a drink and moves to slip through the crowd. Mickey may not be able to tell the bartender anything on a hunch, but Sarita is beholden to no damned bartender.

“Dunno,” she says to Adara. “Might be, might not.”

[Mickey Walker] There is, perhaps, obviously relief as Sarita goes to check out the weird three. She continues to work on drinks, dancing a little to the music while she chats up other patrons. But still, she keeps drifting back to that little crowd of kin and true.

[Ki Mondblume] *He waves a hand at his face.* I’m… gonna step out. And get a bit of fresh air. *He puts the remaining sprite on the bartop, and starts to follow of his own accord. It seems he is beholden to no bartender either, but his curiosity is getting the best of him.*

[Adara Mires] She nodded to Sar “All right, your insticts are good enough for me”She say getting up “Whoa” The wordl was a little unsteady right now but came back to focus soon enough to let her know she wasn’t drunk yet, but not too far.

She move with the Strider, and as she hear Ki she ask Sarita “Should we leave your sister here with Mickey?”

[Mickey Walker] It is automatic- Ki steps away fro his drink, she takes it and puts it behind the bar. No chances for drugging here, thanks.

[Amy] Well if everybody is moving, she’s going too.

Not that she’s paid enough attention to know where they’re going or why, but damned if she’s going to be left behind.

[Mickey Walker] “Aww, Amy, you’re gonna leave me all alone too?” She calls after her, maybe pouting slightly at being abandoned so suddenly.

[Black Dynamite] Sarita watches the odd little group slip out – the man and the very drunk blonde first, followed shortly by the sister. She stays far enough behind that the blonde wouldn’t notice, a practiced distance and tempo. This isn’t their first time at this, that’s for certain.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Amy will go where she desires.” She chuckles a little. “I dare you to try and tell her she can’t come. Trust me, she’s got really good aim when she’s trying to kick someone in the cunt, especially while drunk.”

[Amy] “Something is going on!” She nods, wide eyed, gesturing wildly toward where the trueborn are shuffling off to.

[Mickey Walker] “Well… be safe or something!” She yells as Amy heads off. “All ya’ll!”

[Amy] She gestures Mickey along urgently before resuming her following of the trues.

[Adara Mires] She smiled to Sarita “I’m not one to tell people what they should do..I usually only offer advice. Though I odn’t doubt her aim..I do question how accurate she will be in her present hugging mood” She doesn’t want to saydrunken state, though it was obvious that’s for sure

She hear Mickey yell after them and she turn slighty to wave then indicate 5 minutes. She’ll certainly be back later ofr more ICB

[Ki Mondblume] *His nostrils flare, and he moves again through the crowd, curiously. His grin is there, however, and one swears, had he a tail, it would be wagging, madly.*

[Mickey Walker] She gnaws her lip a few times, glancing at the bar flow, before she yells “Taken my fifteen!” to one of the other bartenders and slips out to follow after, curious. She’ll probably get in trouble for it, but hell, she’s never left the bar before. And something is just WEIRD.

Plus, if it has to do with the club, someone should so know to tell the bouncers.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “We wait until they get outside,” she says to the Garou behind her, not rushing ahead so quickly that it makes them obvious. “Obviously, a fight in here would be…very bad. Adara, keep an eye on the woman hanging back. You…Ki…person. I’m assuming you’re with us, so keep your eye on the guy. Amy, you’re with Adara.” She’s assuming her sister is there. “I’ll get the girl and then join the dude among us.”

[Ki Mondblume] *He laughs at Sarita at that.* Eye kept on him. Aye-Aye, Cap’n, full speed ahead, and damn the mainsails. Prepare to capsize. Arr. *He weaves, keeping his eyes rather focused on the strangers. He is DEFINITELY curious.*

[Amy] Adara… that’s the one that tried to grab her ass? She nods at Sarita, not quite as balanced as would be preferred in the situation.

This, kids, is why one shouldn’t try to drown their problems in drink.

[Black Dynamite] The little trio ducks out the door. The man wraps his arm around the blonde’s waist, almost steering her – she’s almost too drunk to walk.

[Adara Mires] She nodded to Sarita. She was relaxed beside the Strider. Obviously, she never had thought that a fight in the club was a good idea. Her eyes moved to her wingwoman “All right Amy, seem we’re together. Walk close ot me and pretend we’re talking and that I”m funny or something”

She say with a smile to the kin “We can pass for two drunk friends, heading out for another place with hotter guys or more green beer..or whatever”She winks at her and walk, eyes glancing at the woman they were following

[Mickey Walker] They have a plan, she can see that much. So she follows but weaving through the crowd at a distance. She does pause, however to look around, to make sure nothing else weird is going on in the nightclub.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “We’re all just people walking down the street. Act natural, or the fight’s going to take place right outside the club, which isn’t much better.” She exits the club, just acting like any other person walking out of the club on a St. Patty’s night…just coincidentally going the same way that the three are.

[Ki Mondblume] *He looks back and forth, and despite the fact that he is not drunk, he wobbles his steps.*

[Black Dynamite] The trio have picked up the pace once outside the club. They’re already down the block, turning the corner. The sister turns and looks over her shoulder, and clearly sees the little group outside the club, then apparently dismisses them, turning and following the other two.

[Amy] She laughs loudly, leaning into Adara for a moment, voice quiet. “I’ll stop her, okay?”

[Ki Mondblume] *He lets out a slight grin, leaning on the closest wall, as if it’s holding him up.*

[Mickey Walker] She snags a waitress and steals a cigarette- good enough excuse to linger outside. She slips out of, sticking the cigarette in her mouth and half following after the group. She’s just moving away from the building, gotta be x amount of feet away to smoke.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] With the trio turning around the corner, Sarita frowns. “Shit, pick it up guys. Gonna lose ’em.” She looks over her shoulder, noting Mickey. “Let’s go.” Her hand reaches into her duster and she hedges close to Amy as she speeds up so as not to lose the three.

[Amy] Fuck. Focus, Ames. She shakes her head to clear it, which only makes things worse. Sprinting forward as quickly as heeled boots and questionable balance can manage, she moves after the girl twin.

“YOU! BITCH! Gimme back my fuckin’ phone you bitch!”

[Black Dynamite] The woman stops and turns to look at Amy. “What the fuck are you talking about?” She raises her voice only a little, stepping closer to Amy.

[Adara Mires] She nodded to Amy then Sarita “All right, let’s go” And she move faster and fluidly, almsot more liek a cat on the prowl than a wolf.

Then the kin girl was runnign after the twin. She used her tribe’s gift to augment her senses so she might smell if the woman is tainted when she go after Amy “Aww goddammit Marie, I told you it isn’t her” She say in a fairly good impression of being drunk, walking less straight now that they had the woman’s attention

[Amy] “Give me back my FUCKING PHONE!” She charges in, hoping that Sarita remembers Denver to recognize what she’s doing.

[Ki Mondblume] Hell YEAH it is, *he says with a laugh, and leaning over.* It IS. I’d recognize that ass ANYwhere. *He snickers as he stares at the woman.*

[Mickey Walker] Amy was no longer Amy. She was just going to call her Brass Ball’s Chick for the rest of her days.

She continues to just follow, glancing back at the bar, flicking her cigarette away. They don’t really need her, she knows, but she can’t head back quite yet.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Sarita remembers. She hides her grin fairly well, shaking her head as she looks at Ki meaningfully and picks up the pace to get to the guy. Always using the worst idea we’ve ever had, Ames. Owl bless you.

[Black Dynamite] The woman shakes her head. “You got the wrong person, girl. Go back to your drinking.” The man and the blonde don’t seem to be slowing down. In fact, they’re picking up the pace.

[Ki Mondblume] Don’t believe her! *he calls out, with a cackle.* She’s probably hiding it in her pants! Look there! *He is not hiding his position, at all. But he IS moving around, to almost surround the three of them.*

[Adara Mires] She stio beside Amy “Oh girlfriend..I told you, she’s not the one”

She offer an apologetic smile ot the woman “Sorry…I think ssomeone took her phone…or maybe she dropped it..not too sure..”She pause “Evening’s a blur really”

She was close now, enough to smell the woman with her enhanced sense of smell

[Black Dynamite] The woman smells clean, almost antiseptically so. No hint of alcohol, nothing. She smells as if she was just starting a shift at the hospital. She steps back as more people approach. “Yeah. No harm no foul, just, you know. I’m going to be on my way.” Her voice is…Uninteresting. She doesn’t really have a placeable accent, she just seems entirely average – dark hair, dark eyes, plain features. She looks between Ki, Amy, and Adara, not nervous, just wary at being surrounded suddenly.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She moves by the woman, making a beeline for the guy and his assumed prey. At this point, she really hopes that this isn’t some huge misunderstanding, ’cause her buzz is totally dead.

“Yo, homey…need me to call you a cab?” She says it with a grin, moving up toward them.

[Ki Mondblume] *He flops against the wall loosely, And he rubs at his forehead. It seems they were a bit wrong. He continues walking along the wall, taking Sarita’s lead.*

[Amy] Her eyes flicker to Ki, the past to were Sarita is off to. The implication is clear. Go fucking help my sister.

Her hand darts out and curls around the woman’s forearm, tight enough to get a good grip. Fuck. She’s going to puke from the running.

[Black Dynamite] The man looks over his shoulder at Sarita, frowning. “Nope, we’re good here. Thanks, though.”

[Black Dynamite] The plain-looking woman looks Amy over for a moment, then pushes her, suddenly, hard. “Let me GO.”

[Amy] She’s shoved and it’s decided. Yep. She’s going to puke.

Upside? She can’t get any drunker than she is now, and this buzz is fading fast.

Downside? The chicks shoes are NEVER going to be the same.

[Mickey Walker] She starts to move closer, walking, she’s walkin’ home, see? Very aware of Amy being shoved annnnd her puking on the chick’s shoes.

[Ki Mondblume] *He looks back to the man, and the woman he’s with. He tried to circle around so he can at least see the woman’s face. Which he covers with a drunken leer, and a* Hey, baby… don’tcha wanna go home with a REAL man?

[Adara Mires] She watched Amy with a brow raised. Nothing about the owman seemed strange…well her scent was strange but not the way she was expecting,

Then Amy look liek she was gonig to puke. She pass an arm around Amy’s shoulders “Marie…god..that’s such a mess”

And she look sick herslef…the smell not sitting well with her enhanced senses right now

[Black Dynamite] “What the FUCK?” The woman steps back, looking Amy over. “What the FUCK is wrong with you?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Y’sure?” She comes up to just outside arm’s reach, looking the two over. “She doesn’t look to be in the best shape, and there are some dangerous types out here at night. Just dying to take advantage of some overdrinking to take advantage for any number of nefarious schemes.”

Yes, she used nefarious. At least it was semi-ironic.

[Black Dynamite] The blonde looks over at Ki and gives him a glassy-eyed smile. There’s definitely something besides drunkenness going on here. Her voice is light and distant when she speaks. “M’good. Thanks though.” Her words are badly slurred.

The man looks between Sarita and Ki, tightening his grip on the blonde. “Seriously. We’re fine. Happy Saint Paddy’s.” He’s also quite plain, average features, similar dark eyes and hair as his sister, clothes unexceptional.

[Ki Mondblume] Awh, c’mon, man, I can’t get any tail around here, share the wealth. You’ve got HER too. *He points to the sister, and he reaches forward, to lift up the girl’s chin. Maybe not the best idea, getting within reaching distance of the man. Though his eyes do darken a bit. The curve of his smile increases.*

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She focuses her attention, kicking in her Persuasion. If this doesn’t work, then she knows something’s up for 100% sure.

“Come on, homey. Be cool. Let me at least walk along with you. Safety in numbers, right?”

[Amy] She stands up, mumbling an apology and leaning into Adara. The whisper is quick, and she hopes like hell Adara is paying attention.

[Black Dynamite] The man just smiles at Sarita, his voice pleasant, with an undercurrent of…Desperation? Fear?. “Really. It’s fine. We’re good. Just turn around and walk away, okay?”

[Black Dynamite] The woman steps up next to Amy suddenly and seems to push her again. “You fucking ruined my FUCKING SHOES.”

[Adara Mires] She looked at Mickey “Hey hun, can you take care of my friend? I need to find a phone to call us a cab”

Once Mickey is close enough she head toward Sarita’s location, kkeeping her ears focused on Amy and Mickey, her eyes can assess the Sarita and Ki’s situation

[Black Dynamite]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Mickey Walker] When Amy’s pushed again, she pipes up from behind. “Seriously? It’s St. Paddy’s and she’s wasted. Did you like… not expect your shoes to get ruined? And hey sure, whatever.

Draw attention to her, and away from Amy. She does quicken her pace though, to grab Amy, since she did just get shoved by the plain lady.

[Black Dynamite] ((more secret dice rolling! yay!))

[Black Dynamite]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Amy] It’s enough to knock her off balance, and she stumbles into Mickey.

[Mickey Walker] “Hey! Bitch, what the fuck!?” She catches Amy, instinctively looking down at her. “Hey, you okay?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She pauses for a moment. Something…doesn’t seem quite right. She looks back to the woman, then to the guy. “Okay, Studly McStudderton. Fess up. What’s the dealio here?”

[Black Dynamite] The man shakes his head at Sarita again, voice even, with that edge of desperation. He physically pulls the blonde away from Ki. “Just…Let us go, okay? Leave us alone. Please?” The blonde gives Ki a vacant smile.

[Amy] Holy FUCK that hurts. She snarls, using poor Mickey as a launching point, ignoring for the moment the fact that her abdomen is on fire.

[Adara Mires] She see Sar and Ki and trust they wil be fine, What she hears form Amy and mIckey tell her they won’t be. She jog back to them and look at the woman “The fuck you do to my friend?” She didn’t look happy at all

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns, reaching back into her duster meaningfully. “No can do. Last chance, start talkin’.”

[Black Dynamite] The woman is backing up, hands held up, smirking at Mickey and Adara. “She’s just fuckin’ clumsy.”

[Amy] This. Is not. GOING ACCORDING TO PLAN. Adara gets a death glare when she comes back to the kin instead of going to help the Garou, and she takes a quick breath and pulls the sweater around herself.

“Fucking clumsy. Like she said. Let’s go find everybody.”

[Ki Mondblume] *He looks back to Adara and Amy, and then back to the man.* Roofie-coladas aren’t a nice drink to buy for your dates, man. Call your sister off before she starts abusing more people, too.

[Black Dynamite] The plain man smiles at Sarita. Calming. It’s very calming. His voice is…Very…Very…Calming. “Just go. Okay? Really. You need to go now. You and your friend. Just go. Okay?”

[Mickey Walker] Something just happened, and she’s not sure what. But judging by Amy’s snarl and the woman’s smirk, it wasn’t a good thing. She puts arms around Amy’s shoulders, and cheerfully flips the woman the bird. “You’re a right bitch. Maybe if you’ll drink a bit more you’d be a touch more pleasant.”

[Amy] Everything is fine. Everything is fan fucking tastic. She shrugs off Mickey’s arm but gives her a quick smile. “Come on. Let’s go find Ki.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[WP spent to resist if needed]]

She frowns and shakes her head. She’s had just about enough of this. She reaches out to shove the guy and pull the woman away from him. “Game over, pipe cleaner dick.”

[Adara Mires] She nodded to Amy…she knows the kin thought it would be best if she had gone to help her sister, butthing is Sar told her to stay with Amy and if something happened to the kin, she would have to face a pissed ragabash…no thank you. Beside she trusted Sar and knew Ki could handle himself

“All right, let’s go girl”She look at the owman “And hmmm sorry for the shoes”

She walked with them toward Sar’s location, keeping an eye on the woman

[Mickey Walker] There is a shrug as Amy pushes off her arm, like she’s used to it, and a nod. Her look is a yeah, sure, whatever look like she’s not sure how she got roped into this, but she’s rolling with it. Still, she keeps the weird woman in her peripheral, very away she is SO beyond a fifteen at this point.

[Black Dynamite] ((not needed)) The guy is surprisingly passive as he’s shoved, and the girl doesn’t resist at all as she’s pulled away, but the sudden movement has unexpected consequences. It must be one of those nights for vomit, as the blonde does vomit an impressive amount all over Sarita’s shirt.

[Amy] It certainly looks like she’s going to walk past the woman with the ruined shoes as if nothing was amiss. At this angle and in this light, it’s hard to see her dark shirt getting even darker with the blood that’s wicking out of the hole in her stomach. She even gives the woman a brief, slightly creepy smile first.

[Punch this bitch right in the face. -1 drunk, -1 stabbed *Rabbit sacrifice*]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 3, 6 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]

[Amy]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] The sister turns her head at just the right time. Amy’s punch is a good one, but probably hurts Amy’s fist more than the woman. She does stagger back, though, suddenly yelling as though she’s been lit on fire, screaming for help.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Yes. That is EXACTLY what she needed. Her jaw sets, maneuvering the vomiting chick behind her. Luckily, she waterproofs her duster or it’d be stained for life with the contents of the woman’s stomach. She puts a hand up to the guy.

“Don’t push me right now.”

And then there is the sound of a fist smacking flesh and a scream, and her attention is diverted to where her sister is decking someone. Yeah. That makes sense.

[Adara Mires] (hmmm Amy has been stabbed and bleesing right?”

[Adara Mires] (*bleeding even)

[Ki Mondblume] *He looks back to the blonde now. And his eyes widen. He grits his teeth. Trap? He doesn’t seem to know. He’s looking from the woman to the man. Something wrong with both of them. He tries to shove the man away from the woman, trying to keep them separate.*

[Amy] The shirt might be dark, but the sweater is light and the blood spot is starting to show. It’s only going to get worse as she sprints after Sarita, not liking the relative quiet from that direction.

[Mickey Walker] Oh, well, shit. She flinches at the scream and Amy’s sudden punch. Hands go to grab Amy, to pull her back, when something finally kicks in. “Fuck, you’re bleeding!”

But Amy is running, and she curses again, sprinting after Amy. Didn’t anyone know that running only made you bleed faster?!

[Adara Mires] She smelled the blood “Dammit she’s bleeding”She tell Mickey. She had smelled the coppery smell of blood on Amy. She rammed her fingers into the screaming woman’s throat

[Ki Mondblume] ((Dex+Brawl))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Black Dynamite] The man doesn’t even attempt to get out of Ki’s way. The shove sends him, stumbling backwards – into the street. He stumbles and falls to a knee.

[Adara Mires] (throat punch)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]

[Ki Mondblume] *He keeps Sarita in his peripheral vision, and then man as well, keeping his stance steadied. It seems now he’s waiting for the others, to see what was going on. Something was horridly wrong.*

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sees the blood on Amy and she frowns. Ki’s got the guy; she takes the opportunity to pull the vomiting woman away. “You need to fucking leave,” she says, giving her a gentle push before she tries to assess the situation between the two.

One guy not resisting. Another made Amy bleed, but Adara has it for the moment. “Keep an eye on him,” she calls out to Ki, looking back to where Adara and the woman is to see what’s happening there.

[Adara Mires] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 4 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Amy] [Okay roller. Funny the first time. Now it’s just obnoxious.]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Jesus, Kahseeno]]

[Black Dynamite] The brother, on one knee in the middle of the street. Dark hair. Dark clothes. A night where most people driving are at least a little tipsy. With the screech of tires, nature takes its course – a silver BMW tries to slam on its breaks, but the terrified teenage driver reaction time is slowed by a night full of illicit drugs and green beer. Ki would swear he sees the man -smile-, displaying perfect, straight white teeth, for an instant before he vanishes under the car with a horridly loud, meaty thump. The BMW doesn’t wait around, but slams on the gas, whipping around the corner and vanishing. The screams start almost instantly, from the other late-night revelers.

[Adara Mires] (*shakes head*)

[Ki Mondblume] *His eyes widen, and he leaps back, before he can get sprayed with the dead man’s… err… stuff. He looks back to Sarita.* Wha….?

[Black Dynamite] The woman is apparently blessed by God, the Devil, the Buddha, maybe Odin, and possibly Zeus. Adara’s well-aimed blow must hit her in the fleshy part of the throat. The woman doesn’t even stop screaming, her voice shrill as she screams, “MY BROTHER! OH MY GOD, THEY KILLED MY BROTHER!”

[Mickey Walker] That is a terrible sound, and she can’t help but wince. It doesn’t help that the sister is still screaming, and she’s still trying to get to Amy, who’s all bleedy from being stabbed.

[Ki Mondblume] *Running, NOW, might be good. He is backing away, towards the screeching woman.*

[Amy] Time to go. Sprinting is not good for bleeding wounds. Running is REALLY not good for bleeding wounds. This information makes itself perfectly clear as she darts away from Shrieky Bitch, because that sort of shit brings the cops.

[Adara Mires] She raised a brow at the screaming woman “So say the person who stabbed my friend” She say n a low voice to her

Problem was, they couldn’t do anything right now “Get back inside”She say ot Mickey. At least Miickey was far enough from the man that the accusation were more directed at Ki, maybe Sar

She start to move away, wishing she coudl have a spirit watching the woman so they could follow her, well maybe the still could. She had her scent after all.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She winces and looks over when the guy gets run down. She might think they made some horrible mistake if she hadn’t seen Amy bleeding. Normal partiers don’t stab when they’re pushed and these guys are clearly something off. “Go,” she tells Ki, watching the man’s (assumed) corpse with a frown.

[Mickey Walker] She’s going after Amy- Amy is BLEEDING, and RUNNING, and she’s running with her. If Amy headed towards the bar, she could treat her, she knows she could, but she’s got no idea where the other kin is running.

[Ki Mondblume] He smiled, *he offers to Sarita.* He DID, there’s something wrong. Help Amy. *He mutters, before he’s making a beeline for the woman. He’s not running AWAY, just moving towards the woman.*

[Black Dynamite] The woman is already sprinting towards her downed brother. This world being what it is, the flashes from cellphone cameras are going off – three, maybe four pictures, some probably catching the Garou or the Kin. Dark blood is everywhere, and Ki and Sarita can easily see that the man’s been…Well, pulped. Squashed. Like a broken toy made of meat, his limbs only twitch spasmodically like a landed fish, probably the last frenzied signals from his destroyed brain.

[Black Dynamite] The vomiting blonde, meanwhile, is adding to the shrill chorus of shrieks. A thin wail erupts from her lips as her brain apparently kicks back in. Screams are everywhere, now, and sirens are definitely approaching.

[Adara Mires] She slow down near Sarita “They never listen do they?” She say to the Strider “Want to go after your sister while I trail the woman?” She say very softly for her ears only

[Amy] She’s moving in the direction Sarita went. Find her sister, then worry about the rest of it.

[Adara Mires] (hmmm if Amy’s moving in her sister’s direction..i guess Adara jsut asked about trailing the blonded and not comemnt on the kin not listening)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Trail the woman who’s running right at us?” The woman is running at her brother, after all, and Sarita was between them.

She frowns. “Fuck it. Let’s go.” She moves to intercept Amy and head off with her.”

[Adara Mires] She tilted her head at Sar “Welll I was assuming eventually she would go somewhere and and keeping an eye on her was a good idea” She pick her phone up “I’ll call Kristen, she can heal your sister”She say moving with Sarita

[Ki Mondblume] *He’s moving away from the building crowd. And swiftly. This… was going to be a very, very big mess. He had to find somewhere to hide for a bit.*

[Mickey Walker] She doesn’t like the cameras flashing- and notes to change her hair as soon as she can. And she’s behind Amy, she lets Sarita know she’s got some medical skills, if Amy needs it.

… but probably not, judging by what Adara says.

[Amy] “Really not the fucking place for discussion.” She slows but doesn’t stop, walking instead of running now and grabbing Sarita’s arm on the way past.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She hooks Amy’s arm around her neck and moves with her, helping her along to escape. “Split up. It’s safest.”

[Mickey Walker] A faint nod to Sarita, no other words, and she heads back to the bar. Head down, casual, blending in- she knows how to do this. She is probably in so much trouble, for sure with the bar, and likely… well, likely with the police if she’s recognized. And she knows she’s very easily recognized.

[Ki Mondblume] *It seems Ki has already gone on his way, not QUITE leaving the others behind, but definitely splitting up. He’s trying to, anyway, getting out of the way. He’s not heading home, nor is he heading to Broho. He’s going somewhere to shift into lupus.*

[Amy] “Mickey, cut back through the alley and go back to work. You didn’t see anything. Adara, fucking find Ki. Meet us back at the broho.”

Remember her, Ames? The girl who was less worried about bullshit like love that didn’t exist, and more about the evil shit that does exist? Say hi. She’s back.`

[Amy] [Wow. She’s so good she can make people do things before she says them! 😀 ]

[Mickey Walker] There is a flick of fingers- the only thing that let’s Amy know she heard.

[Adara Mires] She nodded “All right sure”She headed ot look for Ki and called Kristen to ask her to be at the Broho. She nodded to Mickey when hte kin left

She trailed Ki’s scent once her call was done, running after the Utkena

[Black Dynamite] The woman just brushes by, or shoves, anyone in her way. She falls to her knees next to her brother, and the scream that comes out of her throat is composed of agony, hatred, rage. A pure, primal sound of sorrow. It turns into a wail, as the ambulance and police approach.

[Ki Mondblume] *If he’s found a place to hide and insta-shift, she’ll find a sandy-furred wolf. If not, well…*

[Black Dynamite] It shouldn’t be too hard for Ki to find a place to shift. People are too busy heading towards the fatal accident to notice someone slipping into an alley for a few moments.

[Amy] Long way around, and she and Sarita head back to the Broho.

[Adara Mires] Either way, she look at Ki and nodded “Follow me.”She walked with him. keeping to the shadow because being with a wolf is suspiscious, evne if he was in homid, they might be wanted by the cops. Well Ki more than her. She was near the woman when it happened after all..oh she mgiht be wanted for punching her but she did no damage..hard to prove what happened in that case.

She take her time and a very lnog way around to get at the BroHo…well nto oto long because Amy was in danger

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Long way around to their Van, a couple blocks away. There are bandages in the back for Amy as they head off.

[Amy] (Going Caern Night!)

[Ki Mondblume] *He keeps his distance, then, following Adara. He looks back to the club, worried.*

[Mickey Walker] She has to go back to work, unfortunately. And she’s got no way to contact anyone… so she can only hope Amy will be all right.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Thanks for the scene, peeps staying behind!]]

[Kristen Burke] Kristen is upstairs, she’s wearing her green dress with leafy embroidery. Her feet are bare. She’s sitting on the couch in the common room with a mug of cider in one hand carefully balanced on her leg. Her eyes are closed as she relaxes.

[Ki Mondblume] *When they are out of sight, he finally catches up to Adara.* ws~ Am going home. Must keep distance from others. Only me. In trouble. Have history with state. Will sleep in wooded areas. Tell others?

[Adara Mires] She nodded to him “You sure? My room is still open if you need a place to crash Ki, you know that right?”

[Ki Mondblume] *His tongue lolls out.* ws~ Not safe. You go in. Tell me how the girl is. I worry. She hurt. Is sad. *He whines.* ws~ Like her. And not want to get them in trouble.

[Adara Mires] She frown “You won’t. Come back the back door or the umbra silly. And she’ll be ok. Kristen will heal her. Have faith my friend” She smiled and scratched him behind the ears

[Ki Mondblume] ws~ Will be fine. Want to sleep outside. Familiar ground. Comforting. *He cants his head.* ws~ She hug me. I like. *His tongue lolls out, and he turns around to run in the direction of the woods.*

[Adara Mires] She grinned “Yeah, I guess you don’t like it when I do it..I know I should have gotten myself bigger breasts”She say with a grin, teasing him “Have a good night” She headed to the BroHo

[Ki Mondblume] ((*falls over*))

[Amy] The wound is at least bandaged, and the direct pressure has more or less stopped the bleeding.

Goddamned butterfly knives.

Her mood is well beneath sub basement level of shitty. Sadly, getting stabbed isn’t the worst pain she’s been put through today.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She helps Amy out of the van. “You need help?” Yes, she’s asking WHILE she’s helping. That may not make sense, but it’s the way it is.

[Amy] “No.” She takes the help though, getting out slowly. “This fucking sweater is ruined.”

[Adara Mires] She enter the BroHo by the back door, offer a smile ot the staff, saying hi to each of them, calling them all by name. She exit the kitchen and stop at the bar, asked for two bottle of whiskey and paid for them. She inquire if Amy was back with Sarita. When the answer is negative, she head upstairs, calling Amy’s phone

She smiled at Kristen as she lsitening to the ringing

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, like it’s the first sweater we’ve ever ruined ’cause you got stabbed.” It’s said good-naturedly. Sadly, she’s not joking. She helps Amy around to the back and heads in.

[Amy] “Fuck.” She fumbles the phone from her jeans pocket, answering when she doesn’t recognize the number. “Trujillo”

[Adara Mires] “Amy, it’s Adara, are you near the BroHo? I’m upstairs and Kristen is there and waiting to help you”

She sit on the couch, placing a bottle on the table and uncapping the other

[Kristen Burke] Her eyes open as she hears footsteps, then she blinks at Adara’s words and sits up downing the rest of her cup then setting off out of the way. “What’s going on?” She asks softly, a worried frown creasing her lips.

[Amy] “We’re outside. I’m fine. My mate can heal me when I get home. We’ll be up in just a second though.”

That’s going to be fun in about ten seconds….

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She opens her mouth as Amy talks and the ‘M’ word comes out. Yes, the ‘M’ word. That was what they called it in reference to Amy. Like fuck is an F-Bomb? Mate is an M-bomb. Unless you’re watching Crocodile Dundee or listening to British people talk.

The mouth is open, but nothing comes out. It snaps shut and she moves to help Amy up the stairs.

[Adara Mires] She tilted her head and blinked a few times. Ok..does hse really need ot offer her condoleances for John. SHe seemed ot have moved on pretty fast. Then again from Stefan to John to..Stefan again? Maybe. He’s a theurge, he can heal, they like each other..the association is easy to make. Is it the right one. None of her business she realize

“Well he’s ont here and better to have her do it in case you get infected or something. Bring you ass up, there’s whiskey”She hang up and took a really long swing form her bottle

“Amu got hurt, stabbed by a strange woman” She say to Kristen

[Kristen Burke] She nods and hurries into their room, coming out a moment later with her bag.

[Amy] “There’s whiskey. Let’s go.” She puts the phone in her pocket, ignoring the look from Sarita for now.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Uh. Yeah, right.” The stairs are probably a bit of an endeavor, but it doesn’t take too long before the footfals can be heard and the Strider siblings appear at the top of the steps. Sarita looks more dazed than the one who was actually stabbed.

[Adara Mires] She close her eyes as she feels the alcool burn as it goes down. Well tomorrow she will have to dye her hair and probably cut it too. That sucked. She loved her hair the way it was right now. She doesn’t move, holding the bottle against her chest and breathing slowly. It was..a sucky St Patrick’s come to think of it.

She’s not with Neued, nor Janis..they weren’t drunk yet, Amy got stabbed, Mickey might lose her job and they were maybe wanted. That could have been worst, she’s sure…but how..not so sure on that yet.

[Kristen Burke] She didn’t hear the protest to treatment. She waves Amy and Sarita over, she pulls out a small bottle of water as she waits for them to come over, looking at the wound as soon as she can. Ready to clean out the wound to make sure there’s nothing in it before she uses her gift.

[Amy] Sober, weakened from blood loss Amy is a lot less animated than drunk, trying to black everything out Amy. She makes it up the stairs with some effort, expression completely blank.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Heya there, Doctor Burke, Medicine Woman.” She throws up a smirk to replace her bewilderment and helps Amy over, accept taking on something distinctly Old West. “Got an outlaw here for ya t’patch up fer me.”

[Amy] “I’m not getting healed, Sar”

[Adara Mires] She open her eyes and turn to look at them. She moved up to let Amy lay on the couch and leaned against the pool table. She watched Amy refuse help than looked at Sar with a brow raised

[Kristen Burke] She raises her eyebrow. “You’d rather bleed to death?”

[Kristen Burke] ((I got 10 minutes before I’m heading home from work))

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sighs, and gives a shrug. “Your choice. But your bar brawlin’ days are over until we get that fixed.”

She looks to Kristen. “She’s not going to bleed out. It may not surprise people to hear this, but we’re pretty good at patching ourselves up.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Thank you, though.”

[Amy] “It was a six inch butterfly knife and it didn’t get anything big.” She forces a half smile for Adara and Kristen. “I’ve been stabbed worse. Ask Sar.”

[Kristen Burke] She sighs at Sarita, the woman was not helping her case. She waits to see if she’s going to work on the girl or not. “It’s not like it is hard to heal you.”

[Adara Mires] She watched Amy in silent. She wanted to talk to her..about a lot of things..some older, some more recent. About her beating a month ago, about John and his death, about her kin association..and decided that it didn’t matter. Girl seemed too stubborn for her own good. She already had one freakishly stubborn kin to deal with, and she had seen him earlier.

“Suit yourself dear” She say and drank form her bottle “Sorry to have bothered you hun” She say to Kristen

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] A roll of the eyes comes from Sarita. It’s good-natured, but there is legit concern underneath. She always gets this way when Amy’s been injured, but she’s good at hiding it. “Notice that she’s the one smiling about the being stabbed by bigger things. I’m not.”

She nods to Kristen. “Thank you. Seriously. But it’s her choice. I’m not going to make her. I appreciate you coming out to offer, though. We both do.”

[Kristen Burke] ((If Amy says yes, Kristen will heal her. If Amy says no, Kristen will go back to the room with Adara and grab her shoes and a coat and tell Adara that she probably wont be home tonight. Either way I have to go BB from home.))

[Amy] She lets them talk about her, which is a sure sign that something is amiss. Grabbing the other bottle of whiskey, she flops onto the couch and winces slightly.

[Adara Mires] She wave at Kristen when her friend went back to the roon and bid her good night when she left for the night. Her emerald eyes fell on Amy for a moment then Sarita

So what do you think happened tonight?”

[Amy] “Possessed. That’s my bet”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns, and moves to take a seat on the opposite side of Amy. “Habla conmigo, Amy. ¿Qué está pasando y qué puedo hacer?”

A little nod. “Possessed is a strong possibility. Or they were acting under someone else’s orders. The guy seemed…afraid. Of what we could do or of what might happen if they failed, I don’t know.”

[Adara Mires] She nodded slowly, making a small face at the word possession. She had to deal with repercussions of one lately and it hadn’t been fun

“So the guy was possessed, the girl did smell clean, too clean, hospital clean. She msut have been posessed to stab Amy like that but her grief seemed real enough” She say shaking her head slightly, drinking some more

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Maybe it was some kind of deal where if one died, the other was freed. Maybe it wasn’t possession at all. Or maybe she was just a really god damned good actor about being upset.”

[Amy] “Puede tu traer John vuelve a la vida?” It’s a quiet answer back to Sarita as she starts the painful process of fishing her phone out of her pocket.

“Yeah. She smelled like nothing. Fucking bitch.”

[Adara Mires] She watched them speaking spanish. She doesn’t say anything and took one swallow form her bottle “Any of you mind teaching me spanish one day? I’m a pretty fast learner. I’m have Bridget teaching me french”

She tilted her head then decide ot turn on the tv, with no volume and turned the hcannels to a local station so they mgiht watch the news eventually “I wonder how much of us will be associated with what happened”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns and reaches out as if to rest her hand on the kin’s shoulder, then stops herself and pulls back. “Me gustaría que pudiera. ¿Algo más?”

[Amy] Her head shakes at Sarita, and she takes a long swallow from the bottle before answering Adara. “It’s bastardized as fuck, and we mostly just know the swear words but yeah.”

[Adara Mires] She smiled “Don’t worry, I’ll need mostly help with the prononciation and the swear words. I’ll have the entire english to spanish dictionary memorized in a week”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “And the sentence structures, the verb conjugations, the difference between tenses and shit.” She smiles a bit. “Adara, sweetie. There’s a reason why people who take like six years of it in school still aren’t always considered fluent.”

[Adara Mires] She nodded to Sarita “All right, you have a point there. Then I’ll provide the vocabulary, you help me out with how to grammatically structure my speech. It’ll be really appreciated”She say, meaning it. She loved to learn new things.

[Amy] She laughs, wincing and pausing in the text she’s sending. “Fuck me. We’re the wrong fucking people to teach about fucking grammar though.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She chuckles a little. “Maybe if we have time. I think we’re all pretty busy for hours of Spanish teaching, especially if you’re already learning French.”

[Adara Mires] She shrugh “Haven’t started yet and Just give me some time here and there. When you can you know. I’ll look elsewhere too. I won’t mind having as much help as possible you know”

She smiled softly “I haven’t seen both of you around lately. Are you guys still staying at the BroHo?”

[Amy] Her head shakes, texting again before she puts the phone in her pocket “Not really. She’s go the loft, I’m staying with Stefan.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Not really. I mean, we still got permission to room with Kyle, so kinda? But with…what you mentioned before…” Yeah, there’s still some hurt over how and when Adara decided to bring up that little nugget. “…I’m with my pack right now.”

And apparently, Amy’s with Stefan. She blinks a bit, frowning, and then gives a shrug to Adara. “So yeah. There you have it.”

[Adara Mires] She nodded to her, looking ashamed and embarassed by Sarita’s words. SHe hadn’t meant to hurt her.

“All right” She simply say and drank some more

“Kyle is doing good by the way, if you’re wondering. Sw him wearing a nice suit and all, hair in a ponytail..he looked pretty good”She say with a grin

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s good to know. Kid’s so hard to keep track of, I’m half-tempted to put a bell on him.” She smiles. It’s a faint stab at humor, but a stab nonetheless.

[Adara Mires] She smiled “He’s been around a few times lately. Made pretty good sketches of me and my love. I know mickey is pretty friendly with himKristen liek him too. He’s a really good guy. We get along really really well”

She drank some more, her bottle halfway empty

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “No, Kyle’s a great kid. Not arguing that one at all.” She looks over at Amy, watching her for a moment.

[Adara Mires] She nodded, watching the sisters for a moment “You girls want to get Amy to Stefan. I mean, it would be safer for her to be healed quickly no?”

She pass a hand in her hair, dreading tomorrow and the hair cut and dye. Her eyes glance at the TV once in a while, watching if the news are on

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Relax, that’ll be fine. Worst comes to worst, we get hauled in and asked some questions, but they have nothing to hold us on. Not unless that car belongs to any of us.”

She looks to Amy. “Vamos a ir a algún lugar y hablar. ¿De acuerdo?”

[Adara Mires] She shrugh “Maybe. I guess you know that better than I do. I mean, I never had to deal with the justice systems or cops in my life you know. So just about anyone know better than me” She shrugh

She drank some more of her bottle and moved from leaning against the table ot a beabag, smoothly sitting in one and suddenly feeling like she doesn’t to get up from there

[Amy] She nods at Sarita, otherwise off in her own world.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] A little grin. “Yeah, I got experience. I was what they called a line-up regular in…where was it, Ames? Omaha or Lincoln?”

[Adara Mires] She chuckled at Sarita “I didn’t mean it that way.”

[Amy] “Fucking Lincoln, I think.”

She shouldn’t be allowed to let herself think. The words come out shaky and distracted, and she sits up suddenly. “I gotta go.”

[Adara Mires] She blinked at that “What is it Amy?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns. “Okay. C’mon, I’ll give you a ride.” She gets up to head off with Amy.

[Amy] Her breathing is short and shallow as she looks around the room, old ghosts threatening to pull her under without any warning.

[Adara Mires] She didn’t want to get up but she did, a look of concern on her face as she watch the kin “You don’t look too good girl” She say moving closer

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “C’mon.” She slips her arm around Amy and nods to Adara as she moves to maneuver the kin down the stairs.

[Amy] She can do this. Forcing a deep breath, she nods at Sarita absently as she wrestles with keeping everything firmly compacted and contained.

[Adara Mires] She nodded to the sister “All right, good night” She say, watching them leave and movign to the couch with every intention of finishing her bottle and maybe even the one Amy started

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] And down the steps they go. The sounds of the Van pulling out of the parking lot is heard minutes later.

Hunter’s Bad Day

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] When he entered, Lukas had been a wolf on a mission, focused and intense. Considerably more at ease now, he raises a hand in a quiet, courteous greeting to Adara and Kristen before turning back to Simon.

[Kristen Burke] She nods at Adara, and listens for Simon’s reply.

[Simon Zahradnik] He catches sight of Lukas and he nods in greeting to his elder and then a smile and a nod to the one accompanying him. His attention quickly shifts back to Lukas.”Nothin’ amazing yet. I’ve got Kristen and Kieran going out again soon, and I’ve contacted Last Watch to see about investigating Kristen’s mention of Radiation Sickness in town. If we can find someone who has either died from it or contracted it we might actually have a lead as to where these pricks are operating… Or getting their waste from anyway.”He says with a nod of his head.

“It’s a bit slow but we’ll get somewhere soon… We’re just a little blind at the moment.”

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “Radiation sickness? That can’t possibly be sanctioned. Imogen Slaughter – I’m sure you’ve heard of her – is a forensic pathologist and an M.D. She might be able to get information from local hospitals, or check the morgues. When you find your trail, turn it over to our kinfolk in the police department. Let them run a bust and shut it down.

“What about the kin hunter situation? Any developments?”

[Adara Mires] She listened in silent to the Shadow Lords talking, about things she knew now. She had read the files from the flash drive, as heard about the kin hinter and was actually around for the vines attack. She had nothing to add for the moment, so she simply drank what was left of her beer. Her emerald eyes moving from Ahroun to Ahroun.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She makes her way up the stairs of the Brotherhood, into the common room. She seems more relaxed and at ease than she has been the last week or so. Sister’s back in town–not seen yet, but back and that’s something–and she’s feeling less alone than she has her entire life. There’s something soothing about that, and with relaxation comes the grin. Oh yes, the grin. She’s got that back in spades.

She looks around as she hits the common room, giving Lukas a smile. Simon gets a little grin and the rest get a general upward tilt of her chin. “S’up, homie G’s?”

[Kristen Burke] She looks over at Sarita. “Hello, I’m Kristen.”

[Adara Mires] She offer a warm smile to Sarita. She has seen the woman around but never were properly introduced. “Hey, how are you, I”m Adara” Of couse Sarita knew her name from the moot, but it felt more polite to actually introduce herself to the Strider.

She leaned forward to put her bottle on the table then look at Lukas “Rhya, I”m trying to find some time to talk with Rain of Brass Petals to set up some defense, but even if we can’t meet, I’d liek to run over soem ideas with you over the weekend or early next week if it’s convenient”

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] ” ‘ Homie G’s’? What is that, protest against no longer being the baby?” Lukas grins. He’s leaning into the back of the sectional’s long arm, hands braced against the sofa, talking to Simon.

Out loud, anyway. Across the totemlink, a second conversation begins — Christ, that reminds me. Your sister called me earlier to let me know she’s back in town. She wanted to know if she could ‘help’ in the kin hunter investigation by being ‘bait’. I shot it down. It sounded like self-destructive behavior to me. Thought you should know.

[Simon Zahradnik] He nods his head.”It was Imogen I asked… But I don’t know her too well so I asked Kora to see if she can check things out.”He says back to Lukas.”I’d like to investigate the operations in case of any leads before we hand them over Rhya.”

“As for the missing kin situation I believe we are waiting on some tests to get back. I also brought back a sample with me from our trip that Ivan managed to procure… We’re hoping it will actually lead us somewhere.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Kristen, Adara, yo. I’m Sarita. Nice to meet you.” A little thumbs up, and she gives Lukas a smirk. “Naah, that’s a ‘I’m not in a shitty mood anymore.’ But it CAN be a rebellious teenager thing. Haven’t had the chance to do that in FOREVER.”

A mental sigh comes across the totemphone. Jesus, she’s not in town long enough to see me and she’s trying to get herself killed. Thanks for the heads up. I’ll track her down.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “Contact Dr. Slaughter personally too,” Lukas advises. “Kin or not, the spirits nearly recognize the woman as an Ahroun in her own right. She deserves the courtesy of direct address.”

A nod, then. “Good. Glad you’re making progress, Simon.” A hand falls on his tribemate’s shoulder, and Lukas straightens to look at Adara.

“I’m available now if you want to shoot some ideas past me,” he offers.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “Seeing as how you’re a creaky old lady now,” Lukas retorts to Sarita.

The mental conversation is more serious, No problem. I’ll try to keep an eye on her too. Why’s she back? Why’d she leave in the first place, if you don’t mind me asking?

[Kristen Burke] “Sarita! I have been trying to catch you. I’m working on the kin hunter thing. I have a bloody knife that Cassie dropped that I’m going to use to ask some spirits what they know of what’s going on. Dr. Daoi Gladecu is testing the blood for what she can find and going to get back to me as soon as she can. I don’t know if he’s caught you yet but Derek Anderson was there as well when we ran into Cassie and the invisible hunter. He’s working on finding out information in his own way as well.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She does a quick aside to Lukas, with a look of mock indignance. “If I wasn’t missing my stroller, I swear I’d wheel over there…”

It’s…a pretty long story. Short of it is, she got involved with what was more or less the totally wrong guy. Some shit went down that I’m still not totally clear on, she had to run off. I haven’t had more than a text conversation since she arrived, she wanted to clear her head a bit. I’m gonna talk to her to find out more, and when I know, you’ll know.

She then looks over at Kristen. “Derek texted me, yeah. I spread that information…he wasn’t too clear on the details though. Texts can be like that. To many smiley faces and tweets or twites or whatever. Just that the Cassie chick was a missing heiress. The hunter was invisible now? Do tell…”

[Hunter] The figure that emerges into the common room only minutes after Sarita, is barely recognisable as one Hunter Matthews. He isn’t disfigured, his gifts helped him survive the explosion of the ford escort, but beyond the fact that his features are all in the correct places, he is a different man. There are heavy shadows under his eyes, almost bruise like, a thick, scraggly mesh of facial hair that should have been shaved off a week ago — was burnt off a day ago — but still remains.

First it was Hedon’s Garden, the loss of his Willpower, then it was the every day struggle of living with Rage that far surpassed his will to control it, now this. This takes the cake, this pushes him over the edge. He isn’t blubbering or bawling his eyes out; there aren’t fresh tear marks on his cheeks. It’s worse than that.

He’s quiet, and he doesn’t look angry. Usually whenever Hunter Matthews is quiet it’s because he’s pissed off about something. Right now he’s quiet because it takes all the effort he can muster just to get himself in the door and up the stairs. He hopes Sarita is here, that is his sole purpose for coming here, to let her know so she can let her sister know. He still isn’t even completely sure she’s back in town, he hasn’t seen her or really heard from her at all. Even if he knew he wouldn’t want to tell her — couldn’t tell her — he just doesn’t have it in him.

His beloved dark mahogany jacket is nowhere to be seen, his Rage is almost negligible. He still smells like burnt gasoline and rubber, like molten steel and disintegrated Garou flesh. He walks with eyes on the ground that flick up at every sound that reaches him, eyes dilated. What has been seen cannot be unseen.

“Sarita?” He mumbles out, looking without looking. “¿Está usted aquí?” He very well might collapse.

[Kristen Burke] “Cassie Young.” She nods. “We could feel the presence, it felt like Rage, and heard it calling her name. However, we could not see anything. She had come to warn a man by the name of Cipher that it was after Kin. Derek’s been talking to him. She had blood on her neck that looked and smelled tainted like the blood on the blade. It sounded like multiple creatures. It may be feeding on fear but it terrified the girl and she dropped the blade and ran before she could be stopped. She did mention it couldn’t hunt her by smell. But it left with her.”

[Adara Mires] She nodded to him “Well, there are two things I wanted to ask you about. First the chain of command if there’s an attack. I was thinking that you of course would have command, then if you’re absent Rain of Brass Petals would be in charge. After that I was wondering if I would be or if you prefer that it’s always the highest ranking member of the nation present.

Also..should I post the plan once it’s solid on the board or talk one on one with all residents? Also I was tihnking that the kin residing here would be better off with some fighting skills. I have your kin Carter Roth agreeing to teach them how to shoot. He’s already helping me and is ok with sharing his knowledge with other kin”

She say watching Lukas. When HUnter arrive, looknig liek shit, she blinked but said nothing. She was talking to Lukas and shifting her attention to the Defiance Alpha would be, disresprectful

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] And then her head snaps around at the sound of her name. Her eyes widen, and she is moving to Hunter. “Holy shit.”

She grabs him, everything forgotten for a moment. If Hunter is looking for her, it has to involve her sister. She grabs Hunter, supporting him. “Estoy aquí. ¿Qué es?”

[Kristen Burke] She tried to wait for the other woman. She tried to keep listening to what was going on but suddenly she finds herself very tired and as she begins to nod off she shakes her head. She’ll have to talk more with Sarita another time. She heads off to Room 3. “Night everyone.” It’s loud enough to be heard but not to interrupt important conversations.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “You.” No hesitation there. “Me, Rain of Petals, then you. Then the highest ranking Garou, preferably Ahroun, and so on. Post — ”

He trails off for a moment. He looks at Hunter, hollowed out, empty-eyed. There’s a short silence, and then he turns back to Adara.

“Post it on the boards. Let them come to you with questions. As for teaching the kin to fight — I’m pleased to hear Carter’s offered. Everything I’ve heard of him thus far has been less than positive, so it’s good to know there’s a flip side.”

[Hunter] “Have ya’ seen–” He croaks, alarmed, fearful. He’s cut off though when he catches his reflection on the surface of the coffee table. He blinks, his mouth opens to speak in a hurry. “IT’S JOHN! I KILL–”

Pop.

He disappears.

[Adara Mires] She nodded to him “Allright Rhya, it will be so”

She pause “And Carter can be difficult, is difficult most of the time. But I actually manage to get along with him. Right now, I’m the only true born he has agree to teach how to shoot.” She shrugh “He’s a good man. Something happened to him to make him hate us. But he will help any kin. He did help Amunet then Neda. I think he’s also going to help Dr Gladecu. There’s hope in him. It all depends on how much time you want to spend on him”

She say those things matter of factly. Stating her opinion, nothing more. He was Lukas’s kjin and not her responsability, nor would hse pretend to tell the Adren how to act with those under his protection. She liekd the man, but she had her own things to do and her place in the Nation. She might be a friendly and caring person, but she wasn’t the mother of sister of everyone. The way the Nation worked, it made it impossible. There will always be someone higher up or teibe business to think about.

She wasshocked to see hUnter pop out liek that. The man was clearly in shock and not in control of himself. She look at Sarita, wondering if she’ll follow him. He seemed to want to speak to her after all.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Her eyes widen a bit and she looks around, then moves to cross. She may not be able to find him straight-away, but she’s gonna keep looking.

Lukas, if I heard that right, this could be very bad. I need to find him and find out what happened.

And with that, she moves to cross the Gauntlet after him, using the reflection of the TV to ease her transition.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [crap! it wasn’t refreshing again!]

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “I want him to come back to the Nation,” Lukas replies to Adara. “I want him to take up his rightful place in the war again. I won’t crush him unless he forces my hand. But we’re Shadow Lords, and I won’t coddle him either. He’ll have to put in the work — at least some of it.

“For what it’s worth, I’m asking Nathalie to — ”

and that’s when he’s interrupted. A shout from Hunter; a pop, as though the Umbra simply ate him. Lukas’s head whips around, suddenly alert, suddenly sharp as a razor. He looks at the spot where Hunter was. He looks at Sarita.

I’m coming with you. If he’s half as unhinged as he looked and sounded just now, I don’t want you to go after him without backup.

” — to help him. Adara, I’m sorry, but I have to go. We’ll talk again, all right?”

[Adara Mires] She was up in a flash. SHe didn’t seem to approve his choice of person ot get to Carter but if she mention it ot him it will be another time. “Do you mind me coming? I know Hunter too. I’m worried about him” She say looking at him

She wasn’t going to force her presence upon them, but she was concerned about the Bone Gnawer.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Come on along. I just really need to…fucking hell.

As soon as she’s on the other side she’s looking around for the Ahroun. A sign of where he went from here, if he’s not there still. The way it looked, he could have easily just sat down and started headbutting the ground while speaking in tongues.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “Of course not — ”

— and then Lukas is across as well, not so much slipping across silent and swift as a Theurge as tearing his way through with raw rage, raw spiritual power. For a moment he stands there. Then he gives his head a single hard shake and looks around for Hunter.

[Adara Mires] She slipped through using a reflective surface. She wasn’t as good as others at slipping across the gauntlet but she could do it. And there she was, not too far from Sarita and Lukas, looking for the disturbed Ahroun, walking barefooted to reach the two Unbroken

[Hunter] Luckily he didn’t travel far when he crossed into the Umbra thanks to that horrible flaw of his. He has been doing it every hour or so since the incident and he’s beginning to get a little tired of it to say the least. Sometimes he would pop out miles away, other times he would just be stranded in the same area for an undetermined amount of time.

The latter seems to be the case this time. Sarita probably saw him first, though it would have just been a flicker of a boot disappearing the image of the stairwell.

On the roof, that is most likely where he is.

[Hunter] [disappearing up!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s off like a shot up the stairs. There isn’t a moment’s hesitation…as soon as she sees the boot, she’s tearing off after him to the roof.

“HUNTER!”

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] And Lukas is on her tail – wolfshaped now, claws sinking into the quasireal substance of the stairwell.

The Brotherhood is not entirely a manifested shape here. The walls are faintly translucent, though growing more solid by the day. Overhead, and passing through the rooms, they can see spirits of rage and war, honor, blood; gafflings of various tribal totems lingering near their own.

[Adara Mires] She start running after Lukas and Sarita, moving at a pretty good pace even on two legs. She could shift but not all of her very limited wardrobe would shift with her and well finding herself naked possibly on the roof, wasn’t high on her priority list.

So she ran, not losing sight of them.

[Hunter] Hunter doesn’t stop, not to the sound of Sarita’s voice, almost like he doesn’t hear it whispering through the ghostly landscape of the half-imagined brotherhood. The spirits are ignored too, though more than a few spirits of rage casts their eyes on the Gnawer as he passes, others too. A water gaffling glomps and swirls, greeting those that follow the Ahroun. It wooshes past them, through them, then back around and hovers near Hunter where he stands motionless upon the image of the rooftop.

He doesn’t turn, and the smells of his escapades would be all too evident to Wyrmbreaker in his wolf form. The scent of death, burning: fire, one of their natural weaknesses. Mixed in with it all is the smell of dead and charred flesh, fur and skin.

“I..” His voice is almost lost in the Umbral winds on the rooftop. “I killed him.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She skids to a stop, just out of arm’s reach. Obviously, it could be even further out of arm’s reach if he shifted, but she looks fairly unconcerned for herself at the moment. It’s not stupidity, but it’s not like she can’t Rage shift if need be.

“What happened, Hunter?” She looks upset–not as much as the Ahroun, obviously, but there is pain there. Both for the loss of a Garou, and what this is going to do to her sister if she can’t handle this situation just right. “Just talk. I’m here to listen.”

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Wyrmbreaker’s hackles go up at the stink, the confession. The question is there, just behind his teeth, a single snarl of an accusatory word: why!

He bites it back. Head low, eyes wary, the black wolf lingers a stone’s throw away, waiting and listening.

[Adara Mires] She skip to an halt not because she was getting too close but because of his words. I killed him. She didn’t know Hunter a lot, but with what he said before disapearing, the name he uttered: John. Well she made the connection.

She was silent, looking at him wide eyed. She felt sorry for the Ahroun, noticing the pain in his voice, at the confession. She had met John briefly twice. One afternoon with Dr Slaughter and Roman, and the night he dsiapeared with Amy after the thunderwyrm event. She knew Hunter was the Fenrir’s alpha, they had talked about, Hunter and her later the same night she had seen John for the second time. So could only fathom how hard it would be to kill a packmate.

Somehow the words I’m sorry, coming for an acquintance wouldn’t really do much good. She heard the rage and accusation in Lukas’s single word question. On some level she understand it. Garou shouldn’t kill Garou unless they have a damn good reason. And Lukas being Elder, couldn’t afford compassion, certainly not yet, not before hearing the story.

So she stood there, silent, shocked, beside the Shadow Lord Adren, waiting to hear Hunter’s story

[Adara Mires] (she skid to an halt…)

[Hunter] He turns towards them and despite the fact that his Rage is unusually low for the Gnawer, there is still a snarl in his Homid lips. It fades almost as quickly as it distorted his face, leaving him looking hollowed. Eyes flicker briefly between Adara and Wyrmbreaker then snap back to Sarita.

“Where’s Amy? Have ya’ seen her? I think she’s dead too..”

The way he says it is almost completely void of empathy or sorrow. Just words. Just thoughts.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Amy’s not dead.” She better not be, anyway. Sarita puts her hands up and slightly out, a calming motion. Lukas behind her is angry, and probably rightly so. Adara is shocked–also, rightly so. Sarita…is trying to hold it together against the panic that is starting to encroach. “She’s okay. Just tell us what happened.”

That panic is starting to creep into detectability via the totemphone. You said that she talked to you just earlier, right? As in…today? Not long ago?

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [btw, just to be clear! lukas didn’t actually ask ‘why’. he’s letting sarita speak.]

Soft as velvet, a low growl rumbles past the Shadow Lord’s closed teeth. He begins to move, pacing heavy-pawed in a broad semicircle, tail held low and swept behind him.

Today, he confirms — whatever comfort this may be. A lot of hours between then and now. Before dinner.

[Adara Mires] She didn’t know what the btwo pack members said to each other so she didn’t know they had more recent news than her “She was alive last night when I saw her” She say softly. She was aware that a lot could happen in 24 hours, but it was the best she could offer them right now.

She crossed her arms under her breasts and watched Hunter and Sarita, silent again, listening.

[Hunter] “She’s not?” This seems to confuse him more than relieve him at first, then it slowly sinks in and his shoulders sag. “She’s not.” He repeats and his eyes follow the movements of Wyrmbreaker, lip curling instinctively then closing an instant later when he addresses Adara. “Last night.. I think..”

He shakes his head.

“No, it was this morning. I’m sure of it.” He doesn’t sound sure of anything. “John he crashed his car.. I found him and..” Brows furrow like none of it makes any sense at all, because it doesn’t. “He attacked me and I took him down.. I didn’t mean to..” Wide eyes on seemingly nothing. “I killed him..”

That doesn’t add up and it shows in the Ahourn’s face. “I mean I should have, but he didn’t die.. his hand..” He face distorts into a snarl and he spits as if he can still taste the dead flesh in his mouth. “I bit his head clean off I swear to fuckin’ god I did, I’m sure of it. He kept on goin’..”

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] “He turned?” There’s skepticism in that low snarl when Wyrmbreaker finally speaks. Skepticism, and wariness, and his eyes burning into Hunter. Dead men tell no tales, after all. Easy enough to pin the blame on the Fenrir. “He was Wyrm. So you kill?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She winces at Adara’s words. Dude, has everyone seen or audibly spoken to Amy but her? But she doesn’t have time to focus on that, and her attention snaps to John as he starts speaking. She listens, frowning…that doesn’t make sense at first. John attacked Hunter? She’s thinking a frenzy from the car wreck, and she starts to look down…

And then he kept going. She looks back up to him, blinking. “He was still fighting…after?”

Lukas, does that make any sense to you?

[Adara Mires] She jsut listened now. The tale was getting pretty strange. She could tell Hunter that Amy was with Stefan this morning but, maybe they parted ways later after she saw them. She wasn’t sure so she shut her mouth.

Now there were talk of John being Wyrm? That was bad, really bad. Yet it wasn’t her place to talk right onw. There was the Elder here and one of Hunter’s friend. She was jsut a witness for now.

[Hunter] “I..” He looks at Lukas and the doubt in Hunter’s face is completely transparent. He isn’t sure of anything he says and he doesn’t expect them to believe it either. It is completely unfathomable what the Gnawer has seen.

“I don’t know. I had’ta’ fuckin’ blow him up.” His had reaches into the pocket of his jeans and he pulls out a Zippo, previously silver, now completely black.

“He chased me to his car, I didn’t know what else ta’do. I just blew us both up.”

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] If John was turned, god knows what he turned into. If. There are stories of deathless creatures of the Wyrm that only fire can destroy. Could also be the ravings of a madman descending into taint himself. Until a Philodox hears his words, I don’t dare trust him. Goddammit, we need a Theurge.

The black wolf’s hackles have yet to lower. He moves a circle closer though, a yard or two away now.

“Cannot trust you.” There’s this to be said: even now, Lukas is honest to a fault. This isn’t even Garou tongue, high speech — it’s fragmentary and choppy, a feral language of wolves. “You come back, stink of death, smell of taint. Brother dead. Story make no sense. You wait here, packmate come, listen for truth. If you not lie, we help. We Cleanse. We keep safe, make sure you not turn too. We help.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sighs, chewing on her lip a little. She looks at Lukas a moment, worry evident, and then looks back. She’s doing her best not to let her mind wander to what this is going to do to Amy. She’s got something else to think about at the moment, and an emotionally-empty Garou to try and keep talked down, at least until Katherine gets here.

“We’ll do everything we can, Hunter. Soon as we get the story sorted out…we’ll do what we can to help.”

Jesus Christ. This is just about a fucking nightmare.

[Katherine Bellamonte] It’s disturbingly quick.

One moment, there’s a black wolf snap-snarling in their thick tongue about his Philodox and stink of death and listening for truth and the next; right there on the rooftop there’s a shhhrrip as the fabric of two realities are torn apart and a slender female steps from mid-air. First one foot, and then another.

Despite her dedicated clothing being casual to the eye — jeans, T Shirt beneath a soft pink and white hoodie with piping, sneakers — there is such breeding coming from the Silver Fang as to cause all present to pivot and regard her. Her with her aristocratic features and that mane of shimmering gold hair. Were it not for that cloud of Rage and otherworldly dread she brought with her — some might have thought her lovely.

There was a necessary dread though, to be purchased with such a creature as Honor’s Compass.

She straightens; smooths her clothing.

[Adara Mires] She stayed silent. What else coudl she do really? Lukas didn’t believe the man right now and asked for them to wait. Sarita was trying to comfort him. She was jsut there to…what really? Help restrain Hunter? She was confident Lukas could do it on his own. But she was here and she would help in any she could

When Katherine appeared suddenly, she nodded to the Silver Fang. Proper presentations will have to wait.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Why does he ask about Amy? The longer Wyrmbreaker is in this form, the more primitive, the more straightforward his thoughts become. Across the totemlink, his presence is a crackling dark heat now, narrowing down to pinpoint foci. What is his concern with your sister?

— and then there were five; Katherine appearing on the roof, as different from her Ahroun brother as day from night. The black wolf does not look at her; his acknowledgment in only in the faintest lessening of his tension.

“Sister here,” he says. “You tell story again.”

[Katherine Bellamonte] [Truth of Gaia: Intelligence + Empathy vs Hunter’s Manipulation + Subterfuge]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 6, 8 (Success x 3 at target 3)

[Hunter] Cannot trust you.

Any other day and that would get a completely different reaction out of him. Now he doesn’t even blink, he just looks away. “Don’t trust myself,” he utters and it isn’t sad or pity-searching. It’s stated like a fact.

Lukas tells him to wait and it really doesn’t look like the Gnawer is going anywhere. He just sits down and loops his elbows around his knees. It’s quite fortunate that he spent so much Rage in the encounter. This would be a whole lot more difficult if he felt more like his own moon and less like a Crescent.

It could be minutes, or hours. Hunter wouldn’t notice. But sometime after the three of them have finished speaking, Kate arrives. He repeats his story without any embellishments. He makes it sound plain and boring and every day if not for the content. There is nothing left in him to give, especially not for a recount of these horrors.

She hears about the crash, how John attacked him when questioned. She hears how he seemed mindless but that they didn’t have a totem bond at the time so he couldn’t communicate with him anyway. Then there is the fact that he removed a limb, maybe two or three, the details are fuzzy. A head moved by itself beside a claw and both tried to kill him, teamed up with the Crinos formed Modi.

He says how he ate a frenzy and just stood there and took hit after hit, that he was scared after his will began to wane, so he ran away. This part seems to disturb the Gnawer. He ran away, the first time in as long as he can remember. He ran from a fight. Then the explosion, how he thought it would kill him too.

After all that his chin slumps down to his chest and he goes quiet.

[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine sets a hand to her Alpha’s fur as she steps nearer to the seated, slouching Ahroun. She has a nod for Sarita; the mental brush of mind to mind before she is before Burnout and lowering herself to her haunches so she is at eye level with the Full Moon. It would appear, that she has little fear of him — or assumes much of her own skills in defense.

Still; she sits, her own arms braced over elbows and tilts her head to one side; watchful; holding his gaze.

She listens; but she hears and sees with the aid of otherwordly assistance. When the story is done, and Hunter grows quiet again there is the curious — or perhaps not, for those who knew her better — sentiment of empathy from the Elder of Half Moons. She sets a palm over the Gnawer’s hand; briefly. A touch, nothing more and then rises.

Turning to address the waiting wolf and humans.

“There is no lie to be found in his words; what took place is what he believes, and what I gleam to be the truth of it. Whatever stole this warrior’s life — ” for she won’t call him Metis, not now, not here if she even knows him as such. “It was not this man.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She steps back as Katherin steps forward, letting her be the focus so she can do her job. She moves back next to Lukas, chewing idly on a fingernail as she listens. There is concern–obviously, uncertainty too, in case he has really lost it–but definitely pain for Hunter’s situation. She likes him. She likes John, too…and of course there’s worry about what may come next. When Katherine announces that Hunter is telling the truth she relaxes, but only by degrees.

Amy’s been working closely with Defiance…working on an information network for them. It’s been good for her…she’d chilled out some and wasn’t rushing headlong into battle anymore. She’s become friends with Hunter, too. She said he reminds her of one of her friends back at her home sept. And… A pause there, and then she sighs. She’d become very close to John. The guy who was totally wrong for her? She leaves it at that.

A little look goes to her new Alpha. Yell at me as much as you think I deserve, for not putting a forcible stop to it, or do worse. I’m okay with that. But…Amy’s in a delicate state right now. Very much so. I don’t have all the information, like I said. We only talked once or twice. What I do know is that her home sept–everyone she knew and loved from there–is destroyed. She can’t know about this; it will kill her.

[Hunter]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Adara Mires] She stayed in the background. The Philodoxhad passed judgement. Hunter was telling the thruth, as he saw it. Something else seemed ot have killed John. That was sad, but good in a way. It would absolve Hunter.

She didn’t take offense when Kahterine only acknowledge her packmtes, she had something important to do. Nor does she say anything as the Unbroken wereclearly talking to each other via their link. She was observing, hell she was a watcher right now. Call her Uatu.

She took everything in, might be needed for a song one day.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Katherine might not think much of putting herself face to face with a confessed killer, but Wyrmbreaker clearly likes it little. Beneath the Philodox’s hand, the Ahroun’s hackles bristle all the more — the coarse outer layer of his fur entirely on end now, spiking up from his neck and shoulders. A low growl rumbles in his chest

and dies as Katherine pronounces him honest, and guiltless. The black wolf’s sides heave outward in a deep chuff.

“We Cleanse,” he says. “Keep taint from take root. Adara, you go down. Bring water, stick.”

He turns on his haunches. Pauses only for a moment — a single piercing stare at Sarita. Then he’s planting all four paws, shaking his fur out, shaking his fur away, reemerging as his homid shape as he straightens.

I’ve got no reason to yell at you. She’s your sister, your kin, your responsibility. I’m … surprised that you allowed her to be with a Metis, knowing nothing good could ultimately come of it. But you must’ve done what you did for her happiness.

There’s a pause; a sense of ache. You do so much of what you do for her happiness. I … will not lie to her if she asks me directly. But if she does not, I will not speak to her of John.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] It was…yeah. Thank you. That’s all she says for now. She’ll talk more about it with him later. She owes him that much…she thinks, anyway. She leans back on her heels, presses the heels of her hands to her eyes.

“Fuck.” Yeah, that about sums the god damned day up, doesn’t it?

[Hunter] She tells him that it’s truth, that what he speaks actually happened as far as she can tell and Hunter crumples at her verdict. He half hoped she would say it is lies, that he is just going crazy, that he should be put down here on this roof to stop him causing any more harm to the Sept. There are no tears though, no heaving sobs. He’s in front of the leader of his Auspice and his pack-mates. A Fostern questions him, a rank he wishes to attain someday.

Maybe he should cry, and he probably will, but it isn’t here on this rooftop in front of friends and fellow warriors. Because they are just that and nothing more. Do not suffer thy people to tend thy sickness. “So he’s dead then.” He says, and it is tormented despite the fact that he remains otherwise calm.

The hand is felt on his and he doesn’t grip it, but he doesn’t shrug it off him like a young Fang he once knew would have, either. Words are said to him, or snarled or wagged, cleansing, water. He has no response.

[Adara Mires] She nodded to Lukas and was away in a heartbeat. She made her way down, to find water and stick. The kitchen weren’t really hard to find since she knew the BroHo well, better than most now having looked at te plans of the place. If she was to be responsible for it’s defense, she had to know every corners of the place.

1She came back with a bucket of water and a stick. She stop beside the Adren, letting him determine who would do the rite. She couldn’t not yet. But she’ll have to learn it. It’s twice in the same week that it would have been useful to know.

[Katherine Bellamonte] [Sorry guys, I need to crash and catch some ZZZs. Damon or Sam can NPC Kate if they need to!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Sarita also doesn’t have the necessary rite. But she can howl like a muddafugga. She moves next to Adara, ready to shift when need be to howl her Stridery ass off. Which is different from a spidery ass. No Anasasi here. That you KNOW of! MUAHAHAHAHAHAH! Shut up, you. She’s not a Werespider. She could be! Could not, now shut up. The adults are talking and Rites are about to happen. Hey, you can’t do that to me! You can’t oppress me; I got rites as much as anyone! Bad pun for the loss.

So yes, she stands there and watches.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] The truth is, only one of them here knows how to do the rite, and it’s the one who asked for water. For a stick.

There’s a reason he didn’t go himself. It’s not that he’s too high and mighty now, Adren that he is. It has more to do with wariness. Precaution. Uncertainty of how long Hunter may have wallowed in this taint; how deep it’s sunk.

Lukas doesn’t waste a moment. He doesn’t answer Hunter either. It wasn’t really a question. It was a statement — Hunter already knows the truth. A moment later, water begins to fall gently on him, searing through blood and ichor where it falls, burning through to the skin. Cleansing.

“You didn’t kill him.” Lukas does say this much. “You heard Katherine, who is the highest judge in this Sept short of the Grand Elder himself. Whatever happened to your brother, he was already long gone by the time you found him. It must have just been some sort of … animated shell. You had no choice. You bear no guilt.”

Beyond what guilt Hunter might feel for letting John fall to that state, anyway. But that much, Lukas has the mercy not to say.

When the rite is complete, the Shadow Lord sets the bucket down, snaps the stick in half and tosses it over the side of the roof. “Why don’t you stay in the Brotherhood a while,” he suggests. “We’ll all help keep an eye on you, make sure what happened to John doesn’t happen to you. I’ll get word out to your packmate and ask her to see if she can find out how it happened.”

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [um. insert howl in there when appropriate! *forgot the damn rite*]

[Adara Mires] She nodded to Sarita when she came to stand beside her. When the time was right she swiftly took off her tank top and sweats wearing onthing else under and shifted to Lupus. Better to strip and shift than rip clothesand contnuing nakedness. She howled with the others, to clean Hunter, to make sure the man was free of taint, would be able to return to who he was once the grief has passed.

She shifted back and put on her clothes again. She decidly need to have wore than 3 outfits that shift with her. It’ll come ot that..eventually. “He can sleep in room 4, it’s free, no one is there. I could keep an eye on him tonight if you need me. And if he doesn’t mind.” She offer to Lukas and Hunter.

[Hunter] Lukas tells him what he already knows and when Hunter tips his chin to look up at him there is understanding there of the unspoken. Whether he killed John or not, he was his Alpha and he let him get into that state. Guilt is abundant in the Gnawer despite the clearing of any wrong doing in the wee hours of the morning.

Cleansing. It’s strange, not something he’s used to. Death should find him before the taint, but such a thing is far too romantic to ever actually occur in the life of one like Hunter Matthews. It makes his nose wrinkle and his lips curl, his shoulders hunch up against the unusual assault. But it’s a soothing strangeness over time. Something that has him breathing out a sigh, which abruptly turns to refusal.

“No.” He says to both Adara and Lukas, quite seriously. He pushes himself to his feet. “No.. I..” His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches. “You’ve done more’n’enough. Thank you but I don’t..”

He shakes his head, makes to move towards the stairs.

“I can’t stay here. I just came ta’ tell Sarita.. bout’ Amy..” His eyes find the Strider with a swivel of his body. “Tell her I’m sorry.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] The howl complete, Sarita shifts down too. She keeps her duster dedicated to her, so she’s still dressed. She looks at Hunter, watching him.

“Hunter…please, I know you’re hurting. And I wish I could take that away. But I need you to understand something. Amy…she found out her entire sept was destroyed while she was gone. She’s insanely fragile. She can’t know he died. It’ll kill her. It will drive her beyond the edges of what she can handle. Please.”

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] After a long moment, Lukas nods in acquiescence. As Sarita beseeches Hunter, he turns instead to Adara.

“You’re a Galliard, aren’t you? Search your histories and your tales. Try to find out what it is that might have happened to Drawn in Blood. If his surviving packmates want to hear it, tell them. An explanation might not bring any comfort, perhaps it will help them to at least understand.”

[Adara Mires] She listened to Sarita’s wordsand blinked a few times. Wow, Amy was one unlucky kin. She had a look of concern for the young woman but also for the Bone Gnawer. When Hunter said no to the offer to stay at the BroHo or her watching over him, she nodded to the man “All right Hunter. JUst..don’t be alone for a while ok? Stay near Joey or any of your firends, it will help you”

She look at lukas when he spoke to her and nodded “I will Rhya. Hunter knows how to contact me. When he and Joey feel ready, I’ll have something for them. As soon as tomorrow afternoon I”m sure”

[Hunter] If the news that Amy’s sept is now gone has any effect on the Gnawer then it doesn’t show, not beyond a silent parting of his lips, perhaps the dilating of his eyes.

“Couldn’t, even if I wanted to.” Is he agreeing to not tell her? Or the other way around? It’s hard to say because it’s hard for Hunter to even think about it right now. It’s taking all his effort to not break down in front of them all, what would staying here do? They might hear his screams in the night; they might hear him cry in a bed that isn’t his. Weakness.

Whatever is going on between Lukas and Adara, he misses it because he’s lumbering down the half formed image of the stairs. Where’s he going? He doesn’t know. Somewhere that people aren’t looking at him like they all did though, like he couldn’t be trusted.

He can’t be, not right now.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’ll give you a ride home, if you want.” She’s good, but she’s not a mind-reader. And she doesn’t even think about offering; it’s natural.

I’ll be back at the Loft in a bit. Even if he says no, I’m gonna follow him home, make sure he gets there okay.

[Hunter] [wrap!]

[Adara Mires] She watch Hunter go with concern more than distrust. She nodded at Sarita’s words. OnceLukas was done talking to her she headed back down, slipping back into the real BroHo and headed to her room where her best friend was sleeping and with a Utkena ragabash was spawled, snoring on the floor.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas watches Hunter go. Good. Even if you hadn’t offered I would’ve put another stormcrow on him. I don’t think he should be alone right now.

I’ll get in touch with Joey, make sure she knows where to find him.

He follows Adara down the stairs. A nod as they part in the hall, and then the door of room 2 shuts quietly.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [thanks for the RP, folks! *jetting*!]