[Sorrow] (I am making a chat room!)
[Blu] It was dark, this time of night it was always dark. This part of Chicago within minute's walk from the river was always dark. Street lights were dimmer here than in the better parts of town. Rain didn't help, it had rained off and on all day and carried into the night, leaving the air cool. Streets, cracked sidewalks, building fronts were all wet. Here and there light shown around drawn shades in shades of yellow and blue-gray from a flickering television set. The city was never, ever quiet, yet immediate area was fairly muffled but for one sound.
Click...thump...click...thump....click...thump.
"Abigal? Abigal, you come home. Abigal?"
Up the street in the faint gray dark shadows a figured moved.
Click...Thump...Click....Thump.
Hunched shoulders, a natty old sweater just a deeper shade in the night. Beneath the sweater a paler floral print swayed back and forth, brushing wrinkled stockings.
[Blu] Lamp posts were plastered with remains of posters in soggy faded neon colors and yellowed whites. Some signs the ink had smeared on. Others bore faint pictures hard to see in the dark. A sign here or there for "Sale" "Missing dog" "Missing cat." "Want to lose 10 lbs? Call...."
It was this stretch of town where buildings were boarded up more often than not, where stores were closed, only liquor stores and bars were open, it was here they found themselves for whatever reasons brought their sort out at night. Investigating weird sightings? A death? Rumors? Passing through to another place? Cheap booze and thrills?
[Slaughter] x
[Slaughter] (Imogen is so cool, she doesn't need NOUNS. OR VERBS.)
[Slaughter] (Just "x". Ahem. *actually writes real post now*)
[Blu] It was here a hunched figure Thumped....clicked....thumped...clicked with each feeble step.
"Abby kitty....don't worry mommy like this....you bad kitty....come home...Abby?"
The voice was old, it was raspy with age and it held concern. Each step was the thump of a foot, the click of a cane as the little figure shuffled up the way, calling softly.
[Slaughter] "Come on now," her accent is rich, her voice vital, though Imogen's eyes are cool, her mouth unforgiving as she holds the brown-bagged bottle by the neck. "What am I gi'in' you this for if you've not done anythin' fer me of late?"
The homeless man she speaks to is English. From the southern county. It brings out the undertones of her accent, broadens her vowels. It reminds her of home, even as the stench turns her stomach.
Her eyebrow arches when the man replies - his answer's not important. Their conversation is not important. It is merely a moment in time - one of the many moments Imogen has that brings together an intricate web that she weaves against the War.
"Well, alright then," she says, offering the bottle, butt first. "Don't drink it all tonight, will yeh? You'll be rollin' in the gutters in th'mornin'. And ask about fer me."
Not much later, she is exiting an alleyway, her head turning toward the sound of a thin, reedy and calling voice.
Someone's lost their cat.
What a pity.
[Odins Eye] A man stood in the darkness, his mane of golden hair soggy with rain water, the leather of his biker jacket glistened in the faint light that did exist. A stern countenance considered the scene beyond, drawn from its internal and silent reverie to the present by that steady thump-click on the pavement.
Brows knit curiously, a human head tilted in an all too wolfen expression of curiosity. The figure was large, topping 6 feet by a head, and could not have weighed less than 240 pounds...
Dark eyes were drawn to the woman looking for her cat.
[Tongue Twister] It's hard to miss Rory, even in the rain, even under the darkened moon, even when she clings to the shadows and practices her Foxy Bogeyman ways. She can't help it - she stands out. It's her hair, it's the press of her rage, heavy even under this darkened moon, and for some it's her breeding that sings the songs of conquest and war, of nights filled with drunken debauchery, of history that will stop with her.
[bad][wrong][mule][worthless]
So she tries to walk in the shadows, her curls wet and clinging to her pale skin, darkened with rain, her fingers - pale and fragile looking - wrapped around the straps of her backpack.
Someone's lost a kitty, it seems, and she tips her head, curiously. She was once an Alleycat. She still holds a soft spot for them - and almost automatically, she heads in the direction of the voice.
[Sorrow] The air is cool, sharp. Rainscent lingers, mingles with car fumes and garbage, the fumes of a dry cleaner's, the heavy scent of fried foods pumped out by some third-rank fast food place, gone to seed and repurposed as a local restaurant. The fried chicken is good, the onion rings legendary. The barbecue pit comes out Saturdays and Sundays, and they'll sell you a quart of barbeque and a dime bag right on the corner, carside service.
The place is three and a half blocks back, one of the few thriving businesses in the neighborhood - and open until midnight, to boot. By the time Kora reaches the corner of the block where an old woman searches for her cat, she has eaten half of her order of onion rings. The remaining onion rings are getting cooler, now, the breading of those on the bottom of the bag is loosened from the steam released by the onion slices, and they are slowly dissolving into a greasy mess. Kora does not belong in a neighborhood like this - not natively - tall and blonde, pretty but for the animal underneath her skin - but she walks down the street unmolested and unconcerned, her attention sharpening familiarly - not at the sound of the woman searching for the cat, but at the sight of the familiar kinswoman, her head turned away, tracing the sound of the voice.
Still eating her onion rings, Kora starts across the street diagonally, a path that will bring her on an intercept course with the good doctor.
[Blu] Moisture dripped from roof tops, dripped from power lines and overhanging fire escapes. A car swept pass with a wet hissing sound of tires on wet asphalt. There was the sound of water running down the gutters to drain down storm grates where sooner or later it would make it's winding way to the waste water treatment plant or river.
"Ab....."
A blur of motion, that was it. A word cut off like someone hit the off button in mid-word. One moment the hunched over figure was shuffling along, calling. The next moment the sidewalk stood empty.
[Slaughter] (perception alertness!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Odins Eye] ((Perception + Alertness, diff = 6))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Sorrow] Perception + alertness!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] (per+alert - though I'm ashamed to even roll it after Imogens!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 6, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Blu] You saw the old woman there one moment, then a flash as she vanished down an alley.
to Sorrow
[Slaughter] Imogen had begun to turn toward Sorrow as she caught sight of her out of the corner of her eye. Instead of completing the shift of her attention, her eyes jerk back.
"Did you see that?" she asks, her gaze flicking to Sorrow, her eyebrow arching.
Something turns to granite in her expression. She reaches behind the fall of her light spring jacket. Kora has seen this gesture - countless times now. Imogen is reaching for her gun.
[Sorrow] "How the hell did she move that fast?" Sorrow's question is, perhaps, rhetorical. Reflexively, she brushes her fingertips together, wiping the crumbs from the onion rings away from her right hand, while crumpling the little white bag in the left hand. Her voice is low, directed - the hint of urgency to it. She steps forward as Imogen reaches behind her, looking for a gun, headed toward the mouth of the alley.
A glance back at Imogen. " - you see anything else?"
[Tongue Twister] Her head tips again, and after looking around the street, and seeing Imogen and Kora, she starts toward them, steps quickening into a jog as she closes the distance.
Because even if they didn't see it - she did.
as she moves, she keeps her attention primarily on the alley itself, listening for any further sounds...
[Blu] But for the sounds of the city, this area had grown very quiet. No longer was there a reedy voice calling for her lost cat. The mournful cry was gone. Where the old woman had been walking there yawned the dark opening of an alley, like a waiting mouth.
[Odins Eye] The viking form blinked, and the woman was gone, cane and all. The brows knit more tightly as interest grows. Across the alleyway, coming from the other direction, he could see two women... Both whom he recognized from the Fenrir Moot scant weeks ago.
A mere nod to them, as the large figure turns toward the alley mouth... Pausing just beyond it. The red eyed ravens watch, as the figure stands with his back turned... A large staff appearing out of nowhere in his hands.
The blade at the top, easily a foot and a half long, was wickedly curved... leaving the blond maned viking holding a viking glaive called an atgeir.
Through it all, his back had been turned to the street without... Preventing the world from seeing the weapon appear out of thin air.
[Blu] At the alley mouth there was a heavy silence. Within...darkness...silence....then an odd hollow sound. Rattle, rattle, rattle....
Ahead in the dark something rolled in to sight. There on the ground, slowly rolling towards the group was an old wooden cane with a worn rubber tip on one end. Slowly the cane rolled towards them.
[Blu] Nothing else seemed to move within the dark alley. All was shadows, shades of black and gray. It looked like maybe there was a large darker object not 10 feet in that smelled of rotting food. The center of the alley reflected faint light that seemed to waiver as it revealed itself in the form of water drainage.
[Slaughter] Imogen does not approach the alleyway - she moves along the edge of the sidewalk, then steps into the gutter.
"Whatever's in there," she says, speaking to the back of Odin's Eye. "It's bigger than yer war-form. Yer blade will be too flimsy."
She continues to move back. She gives the Garou space.
There are, after all, three of them, and as far as she knows, only one of that.
Her eyes skim the street, looking for human interferance.
[Blu] Up the street a horn blared and a voice rang out.
"Asshole!"
A car swerved narrowly missing the bag carrying man Imogen had spoken to moments before as the man made off with his goods.
[Odins Eye] Matthias grins...
"Only if I miss."
Then, he leans over to pick up a rock, the atgeir held in his free hand. His eyes turn to the women, to make certain they are prepared for the fight to come.
His intention was clear. Throw the rock at whatever-it-was and make it mad enough to come out to play.
[Tongue Twister] She tips her head slightly, and rolls her shoulders under the straps of her pack - but she doesn't remove it. She doesn't need too. It will go the way of her clothing once she shifts, and chances are - as always - high that they will be doing exactly that.
She watches Matthias' curiously as he picks up the rock, and then takes up a spot on the opposite side of the Alley, ready to charge in - the sudden energy thrumming through her lean form as she rubs her palms lightly along her thighs, and takes a breath.
She's ready.
[Sorrow] Sorrow cuts just in front of Imogen pads to the mouth of the alley, stops the rolling cane with her booted foot, frowning down at the object, looking for signs of blood or trauma. Then, a cautionary look back toward Imogen and the other two, Rory whose blood sings, Odin's Eye, whom she remembers from the staredown at the Fenrir moot if nothing else, she gestures them closer, remaining just out of the direct line of sight from the mouth of the dark alley.
When they are close enough. "Stop." this to Odin's Eye, whispered harshly as he begins to throw a rock into the alley. " - you two," the shift of her look includes Rory. " - we should see what we can see within the alley, and fight it there if necessary. Fewer witnesses, easier clean up. It would be better if we come at it from two directions, too. How fast can the pair of you get around the block?"
Sorrow glances back at Imogen. " - can you tell us anything else?"
[Tongue Twister] How fast? There's a grin, and she nods and murmurs. "Fast enough."
Some words are easier than others.
[Blu] Still silence from the alley as they spoke outside it. The cane stopped beneath Sorrow's booted foot. Moisture dripped from the gutters and rusting fire escape in the alley. and if they listened real hard, they might hear would sounded like the faint scuttling of tiny claws as perhaps rats or something moved in the dark.
[Slaughter] Imogen seems far less impressed with Odin's Eye's admission of prowess than he is, and the regard she gives him when he grins at her is cool. She has far more confidence than most kinfolk have. Far more gall, too, the way she meets his gaze.
Her attention flicks to the car, watching it as she keeps her gun by her side, her finger on the trigger guard.
The measured glance she gives Kora when the Skald speaks, arresting the other two, then addresses her is far more even than what had been offered Odin's Eye.
"It looked like a bloody cat paw," she says. "Swiping up a baby mouse."
[Blu] The car had moved on, swerving around the pedestrian to vanish in the glow of fading red tail lights. Not too long after the pedestrian was out of sight. Here near the mouth of the alley a heavy silence sat but for the sound of the hushed conversation.
[Odins Eye] Imogen shoots him a cool look; Matthias seems implacable. Gall and confidence apparently didn't impress him as much as it did her.
Then, Sorrow whispers sharply, and the giant shrugs... Approaching the group.
Just as abruptly, when Tongue Twister answers her question, he turns and starts in that direction in a quiet jog.
[Blu] A good 100 yards separated each end of the alley. In the dark down there sat dumpsters and above those running in skeletal zigzags were fire escapes. Seeing down there was going to be a challenge. Reaching the other end would take crossing over to the next street either by running up to the corner, across and back down the parallel street, or cutting through an apartment building.
[Tongue Twister] She is watching Kora, waiting for word. She does not lead - not unless she must, only when there are no other options. Kora has rank. Kora has experience, and it is to her that Rory looks, even as Odin's Eye starts down the street to start around the block...
[Sorrow] "Cool." Sorrow says this to Tongue-Twister, quietly. " - make it quick. I'm going to give it two minutes, more or less, before I go on.
"Don't get separated from him," she continues, indicating Odin's Eye with a quiet tip of her head in the direction of the departing Modi's back. "I'll do what I can to keep its attention on me when I attack, so try to be as quiet as you can. If there's some reason to abort the plan, give me some sort of a sign. Shout "Go Illini!" or something like that. Okay?"
[Tongue Twister] Go...Illini.
Ok then. She nods, and then slips from her pack - it rattles - and sets it against the wall near the alley. Hopefully it'll remain there - and then? She's off like a shot, not content with a jog, but running full bore, and tapping Matt on the way by...
...it's almost an outright dare to see if he can keep up... even as she lifts a finger to her lips in classic shhhhhhhhh gesture.
[Blu] Drip....drip....drip in the dark. That soft occasional faint scuttling of claws. No sound of an old woman calling her cat.
Mew
It was very faint.
Mew
[Slaughter] She does not participate in the conversation of the Garou, remaining where she is, near the gutter of the street, her gun by her side. She watches Matthias and Tongue Twister leave.
Her safety makes a soft click as she removes it.
"If yeh stay to the right," she says, "and keep yer back to me, I'll try and get a few shots in."
[Blu] Time passed, only the sounds of the city as background noises and that dripping sound down the alley, joined by the faint mewing sound. Straight ahead on the right side from Imogen and Sorrow as that boxy shape of a dumpster, a good 10 feet in the dark.
When Odin's Eye and Tongue Twister reached the other end, they would find it equally dark, equally drippy and there ahead at least 10 ft in would be another dumpster. They too would hear the faint mewing sound.
[Odins Eye] The modi's trot becomes a run as Tongue Twister catches up to him, and though she passes him, she does not outpace him. Grinning with mirth at the shhh gesture. As it was, she only beats him by a little in getting to the other end of the alleyway...
Matthias begins considering the fire escape as soon as he reaches it. How to use the terrain to his advantage...
[Sorrow] Still sheltered by the edge of the brick building fronting both the street and alley, Sorrow turns back to Imogen. She is tall and narrow - a lean thing, with a wiry strength underlying her form, and she towers over Imogen much the way Odin's Eye towered over her. There is a moment, then - a moment of concentration where something shimmers in the air around her. Oh, so easily overlooked, the half-sized brown messenger's bag that Sorrow has slung over her shoulder, the strap bisecting her torso in a long diagonal. The square of the bag is behind her, against her hip, the material a wide-ribbed brown corduroy.
With a neat duck of her head, Sorrow pulls the bag off her body, lifts it over the messy knot of her hair and takes it off. She frowns, holding it against her body for a minute as she rummages inside, then pulls out a small disc. A second one follows. They look not unlike poker chips in the dim light.
" - alright, I'll stay to the right." Sorrow says, her voice low. The brick pulls against her hair when she stands back against it. "I have a talen here, It can help you - " she frowns, considering. " - it has a spirit within it that might make you stronger. More impervious to injury. If you want to use it, I can turn it on."
[Tongue Twister] When they reach the other side, she peers into the dark and then points out the dumpster - a good 10 ft in or so. She doesn't hesitate, she oh so quietly starts to sneak in, intending on using the dumpster as a shield until she can see what's beyond it.
[Slaughter] Imogen keeps her gaze on the alleyway mouth while Sorrow puts her back to the wall, watching, silent, her gaze fixed on the inky blackness.
When the Skald speaks, her gaze moves, shifting to touch the Garou.
A pause, her brow tightening. It is not so obvious as to be called a frown, but a faint measure of tension pulling itself in her brow, in her jaw.
"If whatever is in there," she says quietly, "get past you and reaches me, no talen in the world will keep me alive." She is not puzzled by this offer. Her answer sounds well worn. "Better t'save it fer a time when it will be o' some use."
[Blu] The fire escapes run each side of the alley about midpoint down. To reach them, it will require entering the dark and a leap to reach the bottom rung to pull the steps down.
Tongue Twister entered the dark from her end of the alley, reaching the dumpster with the faint wet sound of shoes on pavement. The mewing sound came again, what seemed about mid point there those fire escapes would empty into the alley.
From the distance with the dark, neither team can see the other.
Mew...Mew...
[Odins Eye] Matthias, for his part, stands just at the edge of the alleyway as Rory sneaks in, atgeir held calmly while he waits... His eyes still focusing on the fire escapes and dumpster. careful not to be seen by the whatever it was with paws...
Then, carefully, he creeps just inside the alleyway, taking care to keep the dumpster between himself and the thingie. Careful not to make noise as he traces the red head's path.
Once sufficiently hidden by the dumpster, he begins to change...
((Dex+Stealth, diff = 6 [sneaking in]))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Odins Eye] ((Crinos shift
Stamina + Primal Urge, diff = 6))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Sorrow] "It might spit," Sorrow explains, calmly, quietly. Patiently. Perhaps she doesn't understand that Imogen has faced as much - more? Wyrm - than ever she has. There are memories, though, buried deep in her body, tattooed into her spirit - living inside her of more and more and more. She could, under the right moon, recite potential evils for hours upon hours, the accumulated wisdom of a thousand years. Still, with the basics, all spoken quietly, the little recitation," - or throw things. Or puke fire. Or scream and make your ears bleed. Or - "
There is a pause. Sorrow gives Imogen a moment to reconsider the offer, her own attention sharp and focused. The bag disappears, back into her body and skin. One talen is stuffed into the right front pocket of her jeans. The other shimmers, faint. Sings a little silver song in the air.
[1 Gn - soak talen!]
[Blu] Shifting within the alley would bring a flood of scents rushing in. Rotting trash layered with rain. The faint smell of companions and oddly enough, powder like talc and the metallic smell of blood. There was also a distinctly feline smell in the dark.
[Slaughter] There's a brief pause. Then, with a sharp, half-impatient gesture, she holds out her hand for the talen. She says nothing else, merely takes it, her eyes briefly closing as the unfamiliar, unpleasant sensation washes over her.
Like drilling in her bones.
All the things which are wonder to a Garou are alien to a kinfolk.
[Sorrow] Then, closing her eyes, concentrating on something deep inside her, she goes still and quiet, her head tipped back against the brick.
[Sorrow] Ancestors to brawl!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5 (Success x 1 at target 8) [WP]
to Blu, Slaughter
[Blu] Mew....mew....mew....
It was more than one and they sounded small. They also sounded like they might be moving about deeper in the alley.
[Odins Eye] Matthias waits, calm and still... Focusing on his resolve, steeling himself against the pain that was sure to come. ((1 wp spent for resist pain gift)) Then, the wolfish form seems almost to frown...
Thinking.
[Tongue Twister] Matt shifts, and Rory glances back, and then peers into the darkness, trying to see what they are facing, teeth worrying over her lower lip, as she hears the mews..
...kittens, maybe...
[Sorrow] Releasing the talen to the kinswoman's hand, Sorrow stands straight again, the barest kiss of history enlivening her dark eyes, singing the quiet song of the north through her bones. She glances once at Imogen, counting back inside her head, and then slips into the alley, seeking the shadows before she considers shifting, listening to the mews and keeping close to the right side of the alley, taking what shelter she can behind the dumpsters as she goes.
[Tongue Twister] (perc+alert)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Slaughter] Sorrow's one glance is met by one of the kinfolk, the barest of nods. As Sorrow turns to slip into the alleyway, Imogen moves left and raises her gun, the weapon black and ugly in her slender hand.
She keeps her eye on the darkness. On Sorrow, slowly making her way behind dumpsters as she goes.
[Slaughter] (perception alertness! HAIL KAHSEENO!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Odins Eye] ((Perception + Alertness))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Sorrow] Per + Alertness
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Blu] There came a faint sound of mewing again from around the dumpster Tongue Twister was peering around. Movement, she saw something small, about the size of a house cat as it moved. This was about the same time that Sorrow and Imogen saw something similar in the dark. One? Two? Three? Four? The mews were soft for the size of the cats, more like kitten sounds. Mixed in there was the slow drip from the fire escapes.
Definitely there was the smell of trash and the sharp scent of blood that teased the shifted forms more than those in homid.
[Odins Eye] Matthias remains still; he could be a statue in the darkness for the shade of his gray fur. He crouches and waits, barely breathing... The atgeir held calmly across his lap.
Still, yellow eyes remained watchful, careful to see nothing crept upon them unawares as best he could. Ready... But still.
[Tongue Twister] Cats - or catlike things, cat sized, and the scent of blood. She has not shifted yet, but she is ready, and in a crouch, inches around the edge of the dumpster for a better look...
[shhhh... be oh so quiet...]
[Sorrow] Inside the alley, behind a dumpster, Sorrow sinks to her haunches. Imogen can see her from behind, the transformation from human to monster seems nothing short of wrenching. The distended joints, the exagerrated musculature, the grotesque spectacle as one form replaced another replaces another, under she is four-pawed on the ground, huge and monstrous, lifting her nose to the scents in the air as the massive beast heads deeper into the alley, fur bristling as she paces forward, keeping to the shadows where she can, following the sharp scent of blood that lingers in the air like a scarlet stain, unmistakeable.
[Slaughter] (PEEEEEEEEEEERR
perc alertness, +1 diff! HAIL KAHSEENO!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7) [WP]
[Blu] When Tongue Twister edged around the dumpster for a better look, what she saw was way down the other end, a dumpster and the faint deeper shadow of maybe Imogen. And then came a very large shadow from that other end. Between that moving shadow and herself were four cat sized shapes and they seemed to be lapping at something on the ground. Something that glistened faintly in the dark, refelecting what little light leaked this way.
Sorrow headed deeper, following her nose towards the scent of blood.
Imogen could see Sorrow's shape grow larger, odder and then see the deeper shadow of the female as she slunk deeper into the dark.
Odin's Eye saw Tongue Twister peering around the dumpster on their end and faintly the shadows moving on the other end. He saw one of the small cat sized shapes moving around ahead of Tongue Twister.
[Blu] As Sorrow went deeper, following the scent of blood, it grew stronger. The closer she got to those small shapes, the stronger the smell got. It was when she was perhaps halfway to the cats that moisture dripped on to her back, soaking in to her fur and that sharp metallic smell of blood flooded her senses. And there faintly mingled with it was the scent of talc, like an old lady would use.
[Odins Eye] Matthias watches and waits... Only his eyes move as one of the small cat sized shapes moving ahead of the red head, and naught save the calm, shallow draw of his breath betrays the knowledge. Still, he is frowning...
Waiting...
Remaining watchful so that they aren't caught unaware. Every so often, his eyes drift skyward, so as to detect attack from above... The fire escapes were as much an enemy's boon as their own.
[Sorrow] Blood splashes on her back, drips down her spine like raindrops; like tears. The beast swallows the faint snarl that forms deep in her chest, in the back of her throat, and swings her massive her upward, dark eyes glinting in the faint litter of light. Her tail is low with caution, still - her fur bristles stiff with caution, not alarm. The faintest whuff in her chest, deep, inhaling the scent of the dead old woman, seeking something sharper, different - other, not the trails of the felines, but the drip-coil-drip of blood from great claws.
[Blu] Odin's Eye sat and watched and it was as he looked upwards that he saw movement. There in the dark a deeper shadow descended towards Sorrow at a rapid fall. (react Odin)
Sorrow looked upwards with the wet drip on her back, this was just in time to see what Odin's Eye was seeing, only for Sorrow it was up close and personal as something human sized sped towards her. (react Sorrow)
Imogen also saw something faint and it seemed to be jumping down on Sorrow from above in a dark and pale blur.
Tongue Twister too saw something drop from above Sorrow in a rush.
The only difference being, as one thing jumped for Sorrow, another deeper shadow seemed to leap from one side of the alley to the other with a faint rattling of fire escape.
[Slaughter] Something drops down on Sorrow from above.
Imogen jerks up her weapon and fires.
[Tongue Twister] She jerk's her eyes upwards as something falls on kora, following the deeper shadow as it lept from one side to the other...
She doesn't waste any more time waiting - she shifts, muscles and bones rearranging, expanding, until she is a crouched dire wolf, rather than monkey skin'd homid... she wuffs a soft warning as she searches for that deeper shadow and the rattling fire escape...
[Sorrow] Sorrow snarls, low - scrabbles out of the way of the falling object if there is enough time to do so, swinging her head and unhinging her great jaw to snap at the falling shadow.
[Odins Eye] Odin's Eye rises from his crouch, and sprints to where Sorrow stands. The weapon swinging in a harsh cut at the falling thing, the plan being to hit it just as the thing rises from its fall.
[Slaughter] (+9)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Sorrow] + 8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Slaughter] (three round burst)
dex+firearms
HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Slaughter] damage!
HAIL ALMIGHTY KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Blu] ((No soak))
[Sorrow] 1a. Dodge! -2
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 4 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Sorrow] 1b. BITE. -3
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Sorrow] Damage:
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Odins Eye] ((Dex + Melee + Crinos, diff = 7
Hail Kahseeno!))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Odins Eye] ((Strength + Crinos + Atgeir + 1 Extra Suxx, diff = 6
Hail Kahseeno!))
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Blu] There came the crack of a single shot and the flash from the muzzle of the gun. Almost at the same time came the sound of a bullet hitting solid flesh.
From the dark, something came towards Sorrow who tried to dodge out of the way. Unfortunately she was not fast enough. It hit her with enough force that she felt it and for a split second saw the flash of stars. In that moment she reacted like the warrior she was and bit!
Odin's Eye charged through the alley, scattering cats with a hiss of outrage. He swung his weapon through the air with a whistling sound that ended in a dull thud.
Several things happened at once, or so it seemed.
[Tongue Twister] Odin's Eye rushes past her, and he and Sorrow attack the falling Shadow... Rory doesn't spare a look to see that they have it under control, she just watches that shadow, a low growl in her throat, as she watches for further movement from the fire escape...
[Blu] Tongue Twister saw the cats scattered. She saw Odin's swing. Imogen saw the swing. They all saw something hit Sorrow and Sorrow's reaction and snap of teeth.
Something flew through the dark, sailing towards Tongue Twister to bounce off the dumpster and roll to a stop at her feet. There in the dark, one side of it's face smashed in, was an old woman's head. One pale eye still stared up at Tongue Twister in horror.
Sorrow got a mouth full of old aging flesh and clothing when she tore in to the body that landed on her with a sickening thud.
Imogen received a full out spattering of blood across her cheek like rain hitting her.
[Odins Eye] Matthias turns, his eyes immediately turning skyward, to where the old woman's form had fallen from. The atgeir rested upon the pavement, blade skyward, ready... His knees bent slightly...
Yellow eyes briefly flash to Rory, before returning to scan the rooftops and fire escapes, trying to pick out where the corpse had been flung from.
~ht~Where is the other, Red?~ht~
He knew not her name... Only that she was garou. And that she had been watching while the rest of them fell upon the tossed corpse that was the old woman.
[Slaughter] Her gaze flicks to the body where it falls, her mouth twisting in utter distaste. She swipes at her cheek with the back of her wrist, her gaze flicking up, scanning the fire escapes and rooftop, searching for what dropped the body.
She mutters something, barely a sussurance of sound to those in the alleyway.
[Blu] It all moved like a dream. The body fell, it was shot, it landed on the scattering wolf. The wolf bit the offending attacker. Another War formed Garou rushed the body in the dark, sending it's head flying towards Rory.
The body lay there, headless. It was missing a big chunk of flesh and part of the dress. And there in the dark they could see something glistening darkly around it's stomach and thighs. Something that was dark and glistening like a thick tangled rope as it lay across the body. Apparently somewhere along the line it had been disemboweled.
There in the dark Rory would see it first. What appeared to be green eyes, reflected the light in a slow blink up on the fire escape. The others would see the deeper shadow after they searched for it.
[Sorrow] There is a low, harsh sound from the hispo-beast, raw, like the sound of retching as she spits out the human's flesh, her lupine lips peeling back from her snout with a snarl. In the close darkness, she shakes her iron-gray coat clean of the blood, pushing taste of the mouthful of flesh to the back of her animal mind. The body is broken, mal-used, her dress torn and blood sprayed everywhere, hot and livid. Another grotesque, sad mouthful of dead flesh is spat onto the pavement.
Now bristling again, this time from shame and anger, charged though not spiking thanks to the low light of the growing moon somewhere high above them, the beast puts her nose to the ground and begins tracing the the scents criss-crossing those in the alley, seekest the bloodies among them, scattering the cats when and where she can with a charged sort of snarl.
[Tongue Twister] Red. He could only mean her - her fur, unseen in the dark, just as red and kinked as her hair in Monkey Skin... but she huffs softly, and then lifts her nose toward the green eyes reflecting on the fire escape, lifting massive paw to gesture that direction as well.
She doesn't once take her eyes off it, either...
[Blu] And while they looked up at the very large, dark shadow up there, four small figures that had scattered, turned with their back arched with fur standing on end in the unmistakable shape of a hissing cat. Though when Tongue Twister looked closer, what she was was the pale blur of faces.....human faces with the black slitted nose of a cat and sharp pointy teeth like a cat. Their eyes were green, they were slitted, like a cat's but the rest of the face was a child's human face.
As one, they turned to hiss at Sorrow when she came towards them. Clearly they were standing their ground. And high above? There came the sound of a low rumbling growl, like a very big, very hoarse cat growl.
[Sorrow] Sorrow spins, following the metis' gesture toward the firescape. In an eyeblink, the circling beast has grown to her two-legged warform, tall enough - or near enough - to jump up and grab the lowest runs of the fireescape in her massive handpaws. Again she stops, scenting the air, sharp with the scent of blood and bile, of the ropey, gasseous emissions of the intestines, fecal matter and urine from this death, or that one.
Then, just as abruptly, she stalks toward the firescape where the green eyes gleam.
[Tongue Twister] The cats hiss, and Rory flicks a glance their way, seeing the human and cats blurred into one, all hissing at Sorrow and standing their ground - but Rory, she's intent on keeping an eye on the large one...
..the growl in her throat the unmistakeable sound of challenge toward the large catlike shadow on the escape...
[Sorrow] Activating earspoon fetish - which gives spirit speech. Rolling rather than spending gnosis!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 4, 5 (Success x 2 at target 5) [WP]
to Blu, Slaughter
[Odins Eye] Matthias quietly, calmly walks closer to Rory, his eyes remaining on the creature on the fire escape. He waits, close enough to act, far enough away that he can still swing the weapon...
His gaze now moves steadily... Primarily remaining on the human faced cats below, and then briefly drifting back to the creature above.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 6, 6, 8 (Failure at target 7)
[Slaughter] Imogen's attention is both on the animals on the fire escape and the Garou below. Sorrow, stalking toward the fire-escape.
Seconds tick out. Her finger on the trigger and she waits.
For aggression. For violence. For something.
[Sorrow] The sound is unintelligible to the rest of those in the alley - the little songs and barbs deep, shifting, changing. The language is amorphous as a dream, it sits in the air like smoke, or pools heavy, like irradiated water - the sort of song you will never remember, after telling yourself you will never forget.
[Sorrow] Spirit speech first: "Who are you hunting here? Humans are not your proper prey. Leave this place - find another."
to Blu
[Blu] Above the creature looked down at the Garou. And as soon as Sorrow got close enough, she could see it was poised to attack and it had the same human/cat mixed face as the kittens. She also got a good look at a tail that was all but hairless and barbed on the end.
And as they all looked up except Odin's Eye, the kittens scattered again. Three ran back towards Odin's eye and Tongue Twister. One raced for Imogen.
The thing that looked down at Sorrow drew it's lips back and growled
"Mine! Food! Go!"
It was warning her off it's claimed territory.
[Tongue Twister] Sorrow has the thing in her sights, and it's movement of the kittens racing toward her and Odin that draws her attention now, and she turns to face them and snarls - taking a step forward... her intent clearly written in her gaze...
Mama's threatening, and Kittens are coming. All must die.
[Blu] Black furred but for the bare tails that were human flesh colored. Black furred but for the human flesh parts of the faces. Black furred but for the pale human breasts showing on the underside of the huge cat thing above Sorrow, four sets of them, eight breasts showing it was female.
[Sorrow] There is a moment of stillness; the human face is revealed, the hairless tail, naked as a rat's tail, barbed at the end. The Crinos beast's face is a rictus snarl of challenge. Then, she is four-pawed again, leaping to the attack, her mouth open as she surges to bite the largest of the beasts.
[Missed some dice rolls and declares! Five opponents - Matthias and Rory take on four little cats, Kora takes on the big one, but diverts when one of the little cats runs after Imogen.]
[Blu] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Odins Eye] ((S2: Chop Little Cat 3
Dex + Crinos + Melee - Split(3), diff = 7 [wp]
Hail Kahseeno!))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 8 (Success x 2 at target 7) [WP]
[Odins Eye] ((S2: Damage
Strength + Crinos + Atgeir + Extra Suxx(1), diff = 6
Hail Kahseeno!))
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[Blu] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Blu] The big Cat jumped down and swung claws for Sorrow
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Blu] dam
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Sorrow] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 5, 8, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] Bite Kitten 4: Come on Kahseeno - don't be a whore!
split 1: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -2 for split = 7 diff 5 - reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5) Re-rolls: 4
[Tongue Twister] Now do it like ya MEAN IT!
Damage:
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 6
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] Srsly? LIKE YOU MEAN IT...
split 2: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -3 for split = 6 diff 5 - reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 5) [WP]
[Tongue Twister] DONT BE A WHORE.
Damage:
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 5
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Sorrow] 1a. BITE Little Cat attacking Imogen -2
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 5, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 5)
[Sorrow] Damage! Hail Kahseeno!
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 9 at target 6)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Sorrow] 1b. BITE Little Cat attacking Imogen -3
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 4, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 9 at target 6)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Blu] Little cat +1...rushes for Imogen. Gets intercepted by Sorrow and in the blink of an eye, cat pieces and blood shower Imogen. It's her night for red war paint.
[Blu] Little cat + 2 and 3 rush for Odin's Eye. He tears in to both. One +2 it injured but manages to swing it's claws and that tail around.
claw
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Blu] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 3, 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Blu] tail spike
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 6, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Blu] dam
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 6, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Blu] +3 is barely alive, it swipes at him as it slides down his body.
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Blu] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Odins Eye] ((Soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Blu] Rory got the claws of the fourth cat, it was hurt after her attack, but it still swiped with it's claws.
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Blu] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 3, 7 (Failure at target 6)
[Blu] claws again
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Blu] damn
[Blu] dam
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] Soak:
Sta+Hispo = 4+3=7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Slaughter] 3RB, big cat!
HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Blu] Little cat tried to claw Tongue Twister, it's claws seemed to tangle in her fur and go no further, but it sure hissed through that human-like face, spitting daggers with it's eyes. If looks could kill, she should be twitching.
[Slaughter] Blood splashes across her jeans, the front of her shirt, her pale white skin. She does not take much time to take stock of things.
What she had been aiming for is now dead. On to the next target. A larger target, one as yet untouched.
Everything winnows to a narrow field of vision. Her line of fire.
(damage - HAIL KAHSEENO!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Slaughter] (1b. last shot! HAIL KAHSEENO!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Slaughter] (damage! HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 7, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Blu] Imogen fired at the big cat thing and though her bullets went towards it, there was no change in the cat, except it seemed more pissed if anything.
[Odins Eye] ((R1: Chop Little Cat 2
Dex + Crinos + Melee, diff = 7
Hail Kahseeno!))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)
[Odins Eye] ((R1: Damage
Strength + Crinos + Atgeir + Extra Suxx (2), diff = 6
Hail Kahseeno!))
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Blu] Odin's Eye chomped the little cat and there came a rush of hot blood as the spine cracked, tearing the cat in two.
[Tongue Twister] R1 - Lil cat 4. Die, lil darling, die.
Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2= 9 diff 5 - reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Tongue Twister] Damage: KAHSEENO! YOU HATE CATS! ACT LIKE IT!
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 1
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Blu] Another spray of blood and fur and the little cat attacking Tongue Twister was history. Which, each death seemed to enrage the mother more and more.
[Sorrow] R1: BITE big kitty
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 5, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Odins Eye] ((R2: Changing actions - Claw little cat 3
Dex + Crinos + Brawl, diff = 6 + Action Change (1) = 7))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[Blu] Sorrow twisted after killing the small cat thing and tried to bite the big one that had already clawed her back. With a quick twist the cat seemed to manage to avoid any damage from those horrible teeth, though Sorrow did get a mouthful of fur again.
[Odins Eye] ((R2: Damage
Strength + 1, diff = 6
Hail Kahseeno!))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Blu] Claws found the small body of the cat, sending blood spraying through the dark in an arch that showered Tongue Twister in a warm spray.
[Tongue Twister] After her target dies, she doesn't hesitate. With a bound she leaves the rest of the Little Cat brood to Odin's Eye, and snaps her teeth into Mama Cat with a vicious snarl...
R2! Bite: COME ON KAHSEENO!
Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2= 9 diff 5 - reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Tongue Twister] Srsly? STOP BEING A WHORE!
Damage:
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 2
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 5, 7, 7, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 7, 7, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Sorrow] R2: Big cat! Hail!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Blu] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Odins Eye] ((Init + 7))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Tongue Twister] [Inits! +8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Slaughter] (+9!)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Sorrow] [+8] init!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Blu] Big Cat
+8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Blu] Tongue Twister
Sorrow
Imogen
Odin
Cat
[Blu] Cat is not stupid. Cat snarled, hissed and lashed out with it's claws.
1a. Claw Tongue Twister
1b. Claw Sorrow
1r. Tail strike Imogen
[Odins Eye] ((Reflexives: Extra actions - 1 Rage Spent
Base Action: Split
S1: Chop Big Cat
S2: Chop Big Cat
R1: Chop Big Cat))
[Slaughter] (split actions 4 ways
Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire (+WP))
[Sorrow] [1a. BITE 1b. BITE R1: BITE R2: BITE - big cat]
[Tongue Twister] [2 rage, split first action. What? why mess with what works?!
1a. BITE
1b. BITE
1R. CHOMP!
2R. SLOBBERYCHOMP! ]
[Tongue Twister] Ready? Steady? GO! HAIL KAHSEENO!
split 1: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -2 for split = 7 diff 5 - reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Tongue Twister] CHOMPITY!
Damage:
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 5
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Blu] Meow..soak
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] OH COME ON.
split 2: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -3 for split = 6 diff 5 - reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5) [WP] Re-rolls: 1
[Tongue Twister] Kahseeno - STOP IT. Whore.
Damage:
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 2
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Blu] Meow, meow soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Sorrow] 1a. BITE!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 7, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Blu] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 7, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Sorrow] 1b. BITE!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5) [WP]
[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Blu] soak gurgle spray blood on everyone!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Blu] And like that it was over but for the spray of blood through the air. The huge body twitched and it's eyes rolled up in to it's head. In the alley little cat bodies lay in tattered shreds. Blood mingled with rain and a little old lady's head lay down at the end of the alley while her body lay closer to the fray. And there at Imogen's feet lay a battered cane.
Blood, feces and the smell of gunpowder mingled with the scents of all there and death. And through it all wove the faint smell of talc powder.
[Blu] Somewhere way above, from over the rooftops, mixed with the ever present sounds of a thriving city came a single sound that did not belong.
A ROAR!
Mommy and four babies lay dead, slaughtered in the alley with their intended dinner.
If there were kittens and a mommy, there had to be a daddy somewhere in the city. Didn't there?........
[Slaughter] Imogen turned her gaze downward to the body, her hand lifting to swipe at the blood at her face.
"My car's just down the block," she says, as if she did not have blood drying on her clothing and on her skin, as if her ears were not ringing from the report of gunfire.
She pauses, at the sound of the roar. A beat.
"Be back in a moment, shall I?" the question is rhetorical. She holsters her weapon, stepping away and in direction of her car.
[Odins Eye] Matthias grins... The battle was won, nobody died... A good day all around. He backs away, swings the atgeir with a flourish, and the blood upon it goes flying off with the other viscera. Then, wordlessly, he returns the weapon to its tattoo form, there to wait until next it was needed.
Then, wordlessly, Matthias begins the Rite of Cleansing.
[Tongue Twister] Kora deals the killing blow, and Rory plants her paws and reigns herself in, pulling back on the urge to rend, kill, destroy, with a huff of breath, and a vicious shake of her fur, blood and gore flying from her form.
The Roar comes, and her head snaps up, and she turns half a step in that direction, an eager quiver working it's way through her form...
[Sorrow] The battle is over in a matter of moments. The hot blood of the foul little brood washes away the foetid mouthful of cooling corpse she had swallowed earlier. The beast snarls, shaking out the prey, circling the corpses scattered around the alley. The roar sounds over the rooftops, something dark and sure. She is breathing heavily, the surge of adrenalin just hitting her system as the battle ends. Before Imogen has holstered her weapon, one of the beasts has shifted through her many forms to her near humanskin. Sorrow is crouched forward, blood on her hands, spattering the cuffs of her jeans. Smeared across her mouth, making her an inhuman thing.
"Alright doc," that is low voice, deeper than it should have been. Some of the blood on her body is her own. She cannot feel the wounds, though - no yet, not now.
[Slaughter] Alright Doc, the one beast speaks. Imogen pauses, her gaze flicking downward over the woman's bloodied body. A sharp gaze catches the blood flow through the clothing, the ooze of it down the woman's side.
She pauses like she might speak, but in the end says nothing, turning and heading for her car.
[Odins Eye] ((Rite of Cleansing
Charisma + Rituals, diff = 7 [wp]))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 7, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 7) [WP]
[Tongue Twister] Sorrow shifts down, and and there's no order to chase after Papa cat, and it takes Rory a second, two.. and then a third before she's able to shift down herself. uninjured, she melts into Monkey Skin, and pushes her hair back from her face briefly, before she turns to survey the mess and simply start collecting body pieces and parts to get ready for disposal once Imogen arrives with her car.
[Sorrow] The doctor leaves; Sorrow remains in Glabro, her clothing expanded to her enlarged size. Still through the ritual, shouting, hoarse, to frightening away the wyrm when she would howl were they in the umbral, she waits until Matthias has finished the ritual, and then gets to the work of clean-up, working to disarticulate the corpse of the largest of the cats first, sliding through the joints, pulling apart pieces when there is no clear slice to make. She takes the time to preserve the claws and the barbed, hairless tail, setting both aside as trophies to be cleansed again and again before being hung up on the wyrmpole.
[Odins Eye] Matthias melts, then assists with the taking of trophies...
Grinning all the while through the butcher's work.
((*fade*))
[Blu] Old Lady Smith lay in pieces. Intestines lay tangled around her thighs. Her head lay down the alley with a pearl earring still in the lobe. Abby kitty was at home, sitting on the windowsill wondering why no one let her in from the rain.
[Slaughter] Clean up is bloody. Wet. Smelly, unpleasant. Imogen's car is a Volvo and there are stains on the dark carpetting of the trunk. Stains better left unthought of.
They clean up without much conversation. The cleansing is completed.
Imogen is getting in the car. If help is offered with the body disposal, she will take it. If not, she does not object to doing it alone.
In either case, a parting glance to Kora.
"Drop by some time fer a cleansin', shall I?" asks the doctor, marked by the wyrm's blood.
[Sorrow] "I'll give you a hand with that," Sorrow is quiet throughout the clean-up, working in her near man skin, recognizeable but distorted, as if her human self had been processed through a particularly bizarre funhouse mirror, or made up as an extra in some movie adaptation of clan of the cave bear. When it is over, though, she shifts down, offers to assist the kinswoman with the body disposal, then glances down at the blood on her shirt, her face, her body.
" - well," second thoughts, "I might be a bit obvious. Stop by, though You know where we are, yeah?"
[Tongue Twister] Rory is a curious beast - not in her outlook, but she herself. Where in battle she doesn't hesitate to take the front line when needed, does not pause once that first strike falls, relentless until the last enemy lays in a pile of it's own blood and viscera... now, afterwards, and in all the in between times, she is soft (rarely) spoken, and shy to the extreme.
She aids in the clean up silently, hiding behind her curls, never quite looking Kora or even Imogen in the eye, not without showing instant submission thereafter.
And only when they are ready to go, the cleansing done, the bodies in the care of Imogen and Kora, she nods, slightly, to both. She makes her way to the front of the alleyway, reclaims her backpack, and then, unless they have need of her, she is on her way once more.
[Slaughter] "I do," Imogen's gaze flicks to Tongue Twister as she nods and departs. Though the kinwoman does not bid her farewell or nod in return. But she does watch, for a moment.
A flick of her gaze back to Kora, "Ha' a good night, then."
And with that, she gets into her car, pulling the driver's side door closed firmly behind her. The engine starts unevenly, then the old k-car pulls away from the curb, the trunk weighted with its dismembered contents.
Exeunt
[Sorrow]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)
to Slaughter
[Sorrow]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
to Slaughter
[Sorrow] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
to Slaughter
[Blu] It was dark, this time of night it was always dark. This part of Chicago within minute's walk from the river was always dark. Street lights were dimmer here than in the better parts of town. Rain didn't help, it had rained off and on all day and carried into the night, leaving the air cool. Streets, cracked sidewalks, building fronts were all wet. Here and there light shown around drawn shades in shades of yellow and blue-gray from a flickering television set. The city was never, ever quiet, yet immediate area was fairly muffled but for one sound.
Click...thump...click...thump....click...thump.
"Abigal? Abigal, you come home. Abigal?"
Up the street in the faint gray dark shadows a figured moved.
Click...Thump...Click....Thump.
Hunched shoulders, a natty old sweater just a deeper shade in the night. Beneath the sweater a paler floral print swayed back and forth, brushing wrinkled stockings.
[Blu] Lamp posts were plastered with remains of posters in soggy faded neon colors and yellowed whites. Some signs the ink had smeared on. Others bore faint pictures hard to see in the dark. A sign here or there for "Sale" "Missing dog" "Missing cat." "Want to lose 10 lbs? Call...."
It was this stretch of town where buildings were boarded up more often than not, where stores were closed, only liquor stores and bars were open, it was here they found themselves for whatever reasons brought their sort out at night. Investigating weird sightings? A death? Rumors? Passing through to another place? Cheap booze and thrills?
[Slaughter] x
[Slaughter] (Imogen is so cool, she doesn't need NOUNS. OR VERBS.)
[Slaughter] (Just "x". Ahem. *actually writes real post now*)
[Blu] It was here a hunched figure Thumped....clicked....thumped...clicked with each feeble step.
"Abby kitty....don't worry mommy like this....you bad kitty....come home...Abby?"
The voice was old, it was raspy with age and it held concern. Each step was the thump of a foot, the click of a cane as the little figure shuffled up the way, calling softly.
[Slaughter] "Come on now," her accent is rich, her voice vital, though Imogen's eyes are cool, her mouth unforgiving as she holds the brown-bagged bottle by the neck. "What am I gi'in' you this for if you've not done anythin' fer me of late?"
The homeless man she speaks to is English. From the southern county. It brings out the undertones of her accent, broadens her vowels. It reminds her of home, even as the stench turns her stomach.
Her eyebrow arches when the man replies - his answer's not important. Their conversation is not important. It is merely a moment in time - one of the many moments Imogen has that brings together an intricate web that she weaves against the War.
"Well, alright then," she says, offering the bottle, butt first. "Don't drink it all tonight, will yeh? You'll be rollin' in the gutters in th'mornin'. And ask about fer me."
Not much later, she is exiting an alleyway, her head turning toward the sound of a thin, reedy and calling voice.
Someone's lost their cat.
What a pity.
[Odins Eye] A man stood in the darkness, his mane of golden hair soggy with rain water, the leather of his biker jacket glistened in the faint light that did exist. A stern countenance considered the scene beyond, drawn from its internal and silent reverie to the present by that steady thump-click on the pavement.
Brows knit curiously, a human head tilted in an all too wolfen expression of curiosity. The figure was large, topping 6 feet by a head, and could not have weighed less than 240 pounds...
Dark eyes were drawn to the woman looking for her cat.
[Tongue Twister] It's hard to miss Rory, even in the rain, even under the darkened moon, even when she clings to the shadows and practices her Foxy Bogeyman ways. She can't help it - she stands out. It's her hair, it's the press of her rage, heavy even under this darkened moon, and for some it's her breeding that sings the songs of conquest and war, of nights filled with drunken debauchery, of history that will stop with her.
[bad][wrong][mule][worthless]
So she tries to walk in the shadows, her curls wet and clinging to her pale skin, darkened with rain, her fingers - pale and fragile looking - wrapped around the straps of her backpack.
Someone's lost a kitty, it seems, and she tips her head, curiously. She was once an Alleycat. She still holds a soft spot for them - and almost automatically, she heads in the direction of the voice.
[Sorrow] The air is cool, sharp. Rainscent lingers, mingles with car fumes and garbage, the fumes of a dry cleaner's, the heavy scent of fried foods pumped out by some third-rank fast food place, gone to seed and repurposed as a local restaurant. The fried chicken is good, the onion rings legendary. The barbecue pit comes out Saturdays and Sundays, and they'll sell you a quart of barbeque and a dime bag right on the corner, carside service.
The place is three and a half blocks back, one of the few thriving businesses in the neighborhood - and open until midnight, to boot. By the time Kora reaches the corner of the block where an old woman searches for her cat, she has eaten half of her order of onion rings. The remaining onion rings are getting cooler, now, the breading of those on the bottom of the bag is loosened from the steam released by the onion slices, and they are slowly dissolving into a greasy mess. Kora does not belong in a neighborhood like this - not natively - tall and blonde, pretty but for the animal underneath her skin - but she walks down the street unmolested and unconcerned, her attention sharpening familiarly - not at the sound of the woman searching for the cat, but at the sight of the familiar kinswoman, her head turned away, tracing the sound of the voice.
Still eating her onion rings, Kora starts across the street diagonally, a path that will bring her on an intercept course with the good doctor.
[Blu] Moisture dripped from roof tops, dripped from power lines and overhanging fire escapes. A car swept pass with a wet hissing sound of tires on wet asphalt. There was the sound of water running down the gutters to drain down storm grates where sooner or later it would make it's winding way to the waste water treatment plant or river.
"Ab....."
A blur of motion, that was it. A word cut off like someone hit the off button in mid-word. One moment the hunched over figure was shuffling along, calling. The next moment the sidewalk stood empty.
[Slaughter] (perception alertness!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Odins Eye] ((Perception + Alertness, diff = 6))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Sorrow] Perception + alertness!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] (per+alert - though I'm ashamed to even roll it after Imogens!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 6, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Blu] You saw the old woman there one moment, then a flash as she vanished down an alley.
to Sorrow
[Slaughter] Imogen had begun to turn toward Sorrow as she caught sight of her out of the corner of her eye. Instead of completing the shift of her attention, her eyes jerk back.
"Did you see that?" she asks, her gaze flicking to Sorrow, her eyebrow arching.
Something turns to granite in her expression. She reaches behind the fall of her light spring jacket. Kora has seen this gesture - countless times now. Imogen is reaching for her gun.
[Sorrow] "How the hell did she move that fast?" Sorrow's question is, perhaps, rhetorical. Reflexively, she brushes her fingertips together, wiping the crumbs from the onion rings away from her right hand, while crumpling the little white bag in the left hand. Her voice is low, directed - the hint of urgency to it. She steps forward as Imogen reaches behind her, looking for a gun, headed toward the mouth of the alley.
A glance back at Imogen. " - you see anything else?"
[Tongue Twister] Her head tips again, and after looking around the street, and seeing Imogen and Kora, she starts toward them, steps quickening into a jog as she closes the distance.
Because even if they didn't see it - she did.
as she moves, she keeps her attention primarily on the alley itself, listening for any further sounds...
[Blu] But for the sounds of the city, this area had grown very quiet. No longer was there a reedy voice calling for her lost cat. The mournful cry was gone. Where the old woman had been walking there yawned the dark opening of an alley, like a waiting mouth.
[Odins Eye] The viking form blinked, and the woman was gone, cane and all. The brows knit more tightly as interest grows. Across the alleyway, coming from the other direction, he could see two women... Both whom he recognized from the Fenrir Moot scant weeks ago.
A mere nod to them, as the large figure turns toward the alley mouth... Pausing just beyond it. The red eyed ravens watch, as the figure stands with his back turned... A large staff appearing out of nowhere in his hands.
The blade at the top, easily a foot and a half long, was wickedly curved... leaving the blond maned viking holding a viking glaive called an atgeir.
Through it all, his back had been turned to the street without... Preventing the world from seeing the weapon appear out of thin air.
[Blu] At the alley mouth there was a heavy silence. Within...darkness...silence....then an odd hollow sound. Rattle, rattle, rattle....
Ahead in the dark something rolled in to sight. There on the ground, slowly rolling towards the group was an old wooden cane with a worn rubber tip on one end. Slowly the cane rolled towards them.
[Blu] Nothing else seemed to move within the dark alley. All was shadows, shades of black and gray. It looked like maybe there was a large darker object not 10 feet in that smelled of rotting food. The center of the alley reflected faint light that seemed to waiver as it revealed itself in the form of water drainage.
[Slaughter] Imogen does not approach the alleyway - she moves along the edge of the sidewalk, then steps into the gutter.
"Whatever's in there," she says, speaking to the back of Odin's Eye. "It's bigger than yer war-form. Yer blade will be too flimsy."
She continues to move back. She gives the Garou space.
There are, after all, three of them, and as far as she knows, only one of that.
Her eyes skim the street, looking for human interferance.
[Blu] Up the street a horn blared and a voice rang out.
"Asshole!"
A car swerved narrowly missing the bag carrying man Imogen had spoken to moments before as the man made off with his goods.
[Odins Eye] Matthias grins...
"Only if I miss."
Then, he leans over to pick up a rock, the atgeir held in his free hand. His eyes turn to the women, to make certain they are prepared for the fight to come.
His intention was clear. Throw the rock at whatever-it-was and make it mad enough to come out to play.
[Tongue Twister] She tips her head slightly, and rolls her shoulders under the straps of her pack - but she doesn't remove it. She doesn't need too. It will go the way of her clothing once she shifts, and chances are - as always - high that they will be doing exactly that.
She watches Matthias' curiously as he picks up the rock, and then takes up a spot on the opposite side of the Alley, ready to charge in - the sudden energy thrumming through her lean form as she rubs her palms lightly along her thighs, and takes a breath.
She's ready.
[Sorrow] Sorrow cuts just in front of Imogen pads to the mouth of the alley, stops the rolling cane with her booted foot, frowning down at the object, looking for signs of blood or trauma. Then, a cautionary look back toward Imogen and the other two, Rory whose blood sings, Odin's Eye, whom she remembers from the staredown at the Fenrir moot if nothing else, she gestures them closer, remaining just out of the direct line of sight from the mouth of the dark alley.
When they are close enough. "Stop." this to Odin's Eye, whispered harshly as he begins to throw a rock into the alley. " - you two," the shift of her look includes Rory. " - we should see what we can see within the alley, and fight it there if necessary. Fewer witnesses, easier clean up. It would be better if we come at it from two directions, too. How fast can the pair of you get around the block?"
Sorrow glances back at Imogen. " - can you tell us anything else?"
[Tongue Twister] How fast? There's a grin, and she nods and murmurs. "Fast enough."
Some words are easier than others.
[Blu] Still silence from the alley as they spoke outside it. The cane stopped beneath Sorrow's booted foot. Moisture dripped from the gutters and rusting fire escape in the alley. and if they listened real hard, they might hear would sounded like the faint scuttling of tiny claws as perhaps rats or something moved in the dark.
[Slaughter] Imogen seems far less impressed with Odin's Eye's admission of prowess than he is, and the regard she gives him when he grins at her is cool. She has far more confidence than most kinfolk have. Far more gall, too, the way she meets his gaze.
Her attention flicks to the car, watching it as she keeps her gun by her side, her finger on the trigger guard.
The measured glance she gives Kora when the Skald speaks, arresting the other two, then addresses her is far more even than what had been offered Odin's Eye.
"It looked like a bloody cat paw," she says. "Swiping up a baby mouse."
[Blu] The car had moved on, swerving around the pedestrian to vanish in the glow of fading red tail lights. Not too long after the pedestrian was out of sight. Here near the mouth of the alley a heavy silence sat but for the sound of the hushed conversation.
[Odins Eye] Imogen shoots him a cool look; Matthias seems implacable. Gall and confidence apparently didn't impress him as much as it did her.
Then, Sorrow whispers sharply, and the giant shrugs... Approaching the group.
Just as abruptly, when Tongue Twister answers her question, he turns and starts in that direction in a quiet jog.
[Blu] A good 100 yards separated each end of the alley. In the dark down there sat dumpsters and above those running in skeletal zigzags were fire escapes. Seeing down there was going to be a challenge. Reaching the other end would take crossing over to the next street either by running up to the corner, across and back down the parallel street, or cutting through an apartment building.
[Tongue Twister] She is watching Kora, waiting for word. She does not lead - not unless she must, only when there are no other options. Kora has rank. Kora has experience, and it is to her that Rory looks, even as Odin's Eye starts down the street to start around the block...
[Sorrow] "Cool." Sorrow says this to Tongue-Twister, quietly. " - make it quick. I'm going to give it two minutes, more or less, before I go on.
"Don't get separated from him," she continues, indicating Odin's Eye with a quiet tip of her head in the direction of the departing Modi's back. "I'll do what I can to keep its attention on me when I attack, so try to be as quiet as you can. If there's some reason to abort the plan, give me some sort of a sign. Shout "Go Illini!" or something like that. Okay?"
[Tongue Twister] Go...Illini.
Ok then. She nods, and then slips from her pack - it rattles - and sets it against the wall near the alley. Hopefully it'll remain there - and then? She's off like a shot, not content with a jog, but running full bore, and tapping Matt on the way by...
...it's almost an outright dare to see if he can keep up... even as she lifts a finger to her lips in classic shhhhhhhhh gesture.
[Blu] Drip....drip....drip in the dark. That soft occasional faint scuttling of claws. No sound of an old woman calling her cat.
Mew
It was very faint.
Mew
[Slaughter] She does not participate in the conversation of the Garou, remaining where she is, near the gutter of the street, her gun by her side. She watches Matthias and Tongue Twister leave.
Her safety makes a soft click as she removes it.
"If yeh stay to the right," she says, "and keep yer back to me, I'll try and get a few shots in."
[Blu] Time passed, only the sounds of the city as background noises and that dripping sound down the alley, joined by the faint mewing sound. Straight ahead on the right side from Imogen and Sorrow as that boxy shape of a dumpster, a good 10 feet in the dark.
When Odin's Eye and Tongue Twister reached the other end, they would find it equally dark, equally drippy and there ahead at least 10 ft in would be another dumpster. They too would hear the faint mewing sound.
[Odins Eye] The modi's trot becomes a run as Tongue Twister catches up to him, and though she passes him, she does not outpace him. Grinning with mirth at the shhh gesture. As it was, she only beats him by a little in getting to the other end of the alleyway...
Matthias begins considering the fire escape as soon as he reaches it. How to use the terrain to his advantage...
[Sorrow] Still sheltered by the edge of the brick building fronting both the street and alley, Sorrow turns back to Imogen. She is tall and narrow - a lean thing, with a wiry strength underlying her form, and she towers over Imogen much the way Odin's Eye towered over her. There is a moment, then - a moment of concentration where something shimmers in the air around her. Oh, so easily overlooked, the half-sized brown messenger's bag that Sorrow has slung over her shoulder, the strap bisecting her torso in a long diagonal. The square of the bag is behind her, against her hip, the material a wide-ribbed brown corduroy.
With a neat duck of her head, Sorrow pulls the bag off her body, lifts it over the messy knot of her hair and takes it off. She frowns, holding it against her body for a minute as she rummages inside, then pulls out a small disc. A second one follows. They look not unlike poker chips in the dim light.
" - alright, I'll stay to the right." Sorrow says, her voice low. The brick pulls against her hair when she stands back against it. "I have a talen here, It can help you - " she frowns, considering. " - it has a spirit within it that might make you stronger. More impervious to injury. If you want to use it, I can turn it on."
[Tongue Twister] When they reach the other side, she peers into the dark and then points out the dumpster - a good 10 ft in or so. She doesn't hesitate, she oh so quietly starts to sneak in, intending on using the dumpster as a shield until she can see what's beyond it.
[Slaughter] Imogen keeps her gaze on the alleyway mouth while Sorrow puts her back to the wall, watching, silent, her gaze fixed on the inky blackness.
When the Skald speaks, her gaze moves, shifting to touch the Garou.
A pause, her brow tightening. It is not so obvious as to be called a frown, but a faint measure of tension pulling itself in her brow, in her jaw.
"If whatever is in there," she says quietly, "get past you and reaches me, no talen in the world will keep me alive." She is not puzzled by this offer. Her answer sounds well worn. "Better t'save it fer a time when it will be o' some use."
[Blu] The fire escapes run each side of the alley about midpoint down. To reach them, it will require entering the dark and a leap to reach the bottom rung to pull the steps down.
Tongue Twister entered the dark from her end of the alley, reaching the dumpster with the faint wet sound of shoes on pavement. The mewing sound came again, what seemed about mid point there those fire escapes would empty into the alley.
From the distance with the dark, neither team can see the other.
Mew...Mew...
[Odins Eye] Matthias, for his part, stands just at the edge of the alleyway as Rory sneaks in, atgeir held calmly while he waits... His eyes still focusing on the fire escapes and dumpster. careful not to be seen by the whatever it was with paws...
Then, carefully, he creeps just inside the alleyway, taking care to keep the dumpster between himself and the thingie. Careful not to make noise as he traces the red head's path.
Once sufficiently hidden by the dumpster, he begins to change...
((Dex+Stealth, diff = 6 [sneaking in]))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Odins Eye] ((Crinos shift
Stamina + Primal Urge, diff = 6))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Sorrow] "It might spit," Sorrow explains, calmly, quietly. Patiently. Perhaps she doesn't understand that Imogen has faced as much - more? Wyrm - than ever she has. There are memories, though, buried deep in her body, tattooed into her spirit - living inside her of more and more and more. She could, under the right moon, recite potential evils for hours upon hours, the accumulated wisdom of a thousand years. Still, with the basics, all spoken quietly, the little recitation," - or throw things. Or puke fire. Or scream and make your ears bleed. Or - "
There is a pause. Sorrow gives Imogen a moment to reconsider the offer, her own attention sharp and focused. The bag disappears, back into her body and skin. One talen is stuffed into the right front pocket of her jeans. The other shimmers, faint. Sings a little silver song in the air.
[1 Gn - soak talen!]
[Blu] Shifting within the alley would bring a flood of scents rushing in. Rotting trash layered with rain. The faint smell of companions and oddly enough, powder like talc and the metallic smell of blood. There was also a distinctly feline smell in the dark.
[Slaughter] There's a brief pause. Then, with a sharp, half-impatient gesture, she holds out her hand for the talen. She says nothing else, merely takes it, her eyes briefly closing as the unfamiliar, unpleasant sensation washes over her.
Like drilling in her bones.
All the things which are wonder to a Garou are alien to a kinfolk.
[Sorrow] Then, closing her eyes, concentrating on something deep inside her, she goes still and quiet, her head tipped back against the brick.
[Sorrow] Ancestors to brawl!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5 (Success x 1 at target 8) [WP]
to Blu, Slaughter
[Blu] Mew....mew....mew....
It was more than one and they sounded small. They also sounded like they might be moving about deeper in the alley.
[Odins Eye] Matthias waits, calm and still... Focusing on his resolve, steeling himself against the pain that was sure to come. ((1 wp spent for resist pain gift)) Then, the wolfish form seems almost to frown...
Thinking.
[Tongue Twister] Matt shifts, and Rory glances back, and then peers into the darkness, trying to see what they are facing, teeth worrying over her lower lip, as she hears the mews..
...kittens, maybe...
[Sorrow] Releasing the talen to the kinswoman's hand, Sorrow stands straight again, the barest kiss of history enlivening her dark eyes, singing the quiet song of the north through her bones. She glances once at Imogen, counting back inside her head, and then slips into the alley, seeking the shadows before she considers shifting, listening to the mews and keeping close to the right side of the alley, taking what shelter she can behind the dumpsters as she goes.
[Tongue Twister] (perc+alert)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Slaughter] Sorrow's one glance is met by one of the kinfolk, the barest of nods. As Sorrow turns to slip into the alleyway, Imogen moves left and raises her gun, the weapon black and ugly in her slender hand.
She keeps her eye on the darkness. On Sorrow, slowly making her way behind dumpsters as she goes.
[Slaughter] (perception alertness! HAIL KAHSEENO!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Odins Eye] ((Perception + Alertness))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Sorrow] Per + Alertness
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Blu] There came a faint sound of mewing again from around the dumpster Tongue Twister was peering around. Movement, she saw something small, about the size of a house cat as it moved. This was about the same time that Sorrow and Imogen saw something similar in the dark. One? Two? Three? Four? The mews were soft for the size of the cats, more like kitten sounds. Mixed in there was the slow drip from the fire escapes.
Definitely there was the smell of trash and the sharp scent of blood that teased the shifted forms more than those in homid.
[Odins Eye] Matthias remains still; he could be a statue in the darkness for the shade of his gray fur. He crouches and waits, barely breathing... The atgeir held calmly across his lap.
Still, yellow eyes remained watchful, careful to see nothing crept upon them unawares as best he could. Ready... But still.
[Tongue Twister] Cats - or catlike things, cat sized, and the scent of blood. She has not shifted yet, but she is ready, and in a crouch, inches around the edge of the dumpster for a better look...
[shhhh... be oh so quiet...]
[Sorrow] Inside the alley, behind a dumpster, Sorrow sinks to her haunches. Imogen can see her from behind, the transformation from human to monster seems nothing short of wrenching. The distended joints, the exagerrated musculature, the grotesque spectacle as one form replaced another replaces another, under she is four-pawed on the ground, huge and monstrous, lifting her nose to the scents in the air as the massive beast heads deeper into the alley, fur bristling as she paces forward, keeping to the shadows where she can, following the sharp scent of blood that lingers in the air like a scarlet stain, unmistakeable.
[Slaughter] (PEEEEEEEEEEERR
perc alertness, +1 diff! HAIL KAHSEENO!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7) [WP]
[Blu] When Tongue Twister edged around the dumpster for a better look, what she saw was way down the other end, a dumpster and the faint deeper shadow of maybe Imogen. And then came a very large shadow from that other end. Between that moving shadow and herself were four cat sized shapes and they seemed to be lapping at something on the ground. Something that glistened faintly in the dark, refelecting what little light leaked this way.
Sorrow headed deeper, following her nose towards the scent of blood.
Imogen could see Sorrow's shape grow larger, odder and then see the deeper shadow of the female as she slunk deeper into the dark.
Odin's Eye saw Tongue Twister peering around the dumpster on their end and faintly the shadows moving on the other end. He saw one of the small cat sized shapes moving around ahead of Tongue Twister.
[Blu] As Sorrow went deeper, following the scent of blood, it grew stronger. The closer she got to those small shapes, the stronger the smell got. It was when she was perhaps halfway to the cats that moisture dripped on to her back, soaking in to her fur and that sharp metallic smell of blood flooded her senses. And there faintly mingled with it was the scent of talc, like an old lady would use.
[Odins Eye] Matthias watches and waits... Only his eyes move as one of the small cat sized shapes moving ahead of the red head, and naught save the calm, shallow draw of his breath betrays the knowledge. Still, he is frowning...
Waiting...
Remaining watchful so that they aren't caught unaware. Every so often, his eyes drift skyward, so as to detect attack from above... The fire escapes were as much an enemy's boon as their own.
[Sorrow] Blood splashes on her back, drips down her spine like raindrops; like tears. The beast swallows the faint snarl that forms deep in her chest, in the back of her throat, and swings her massive her upward, dark eyes glinting in the faint litter of light. Her tail is low with caution, still - her fur bristles stiff with caution, not alarm. The faintest whuff in her chest, deep, inhaling the scent of the dead old woman, seeking something sharper, different - other, not the trails of the felines, but the drip-coil-drip of blood from great claws.
[Blu] Odin's Eye sat and watched and it was as he looked upwards that he saw movement. There in the dark a deeper shadow descended towards Sorrow at a rapid fall. (react Odin)
Sorrow looked upwards with the wet drip on her back, this was just in time to see what Odin's Eye was seeing, only for Sorrow it was up close and personal as something human sized sped towards her. (react Sorrow)
Imogen also saw something faint and it seemed to be jumping down on Sorrow from above in a dark and pale blur.
Tongue Twister too saw something drop from above Sorrow in a rush.
The only difference being, as one thing jumped for Sorrow, another deeper shadow seemed to leap from one side of the alley to the other with a faint rattling of fire escape.
[Slaughter] Something drops down on Sorrow from above.
Imogen jerks up her weapon and fires.
[Tongue Twister] She jerk's her eyes upwards as something falls on kora, following the deeper shadow as it lept from one side to the other...
She doesn't waste any more time waiting - she shifts, muscles and bones rearranging, expanding, until she is a crouched dire wolf, rather than monkey skin'd homid... she wuffs a soft warning as she searches for that deeper shadow and the rattling fire escape...
[Sorrow] Sorrow snarls, low - scrabbles out of the way of the falling object if there is enough time to do so, swinging her head and unhinging her great jaw to snap at the falling shadow.
[Odins Eye] Odin's Eye rises from his crouch, and sprints to where Sorrow stands. The weapon swinging in a harsh cut at the falling thing, the plan being to hit it just as the thing rises from its fall.
[Slaughter] (+9)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Sorrow] + 8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Slaughter] (three round burst)
dex+firearms
HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Slaughter] damage!
HAIL ALMIGHTY KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Blu] ((No soak))
[Sorrow] 1a. Dodge! -2
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 4 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Sorrow] 1b. BITE. -3
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Sorrow] Damage:
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Odins Eye] ((Dex + Melee + Crinos, diff = 7
Hail Kahseeno!))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Odins Eye] ((Strength + Crinos + Atgeir + 1 Extra Suxx, diff = 6
Hail Kahseeno!))
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Blu] There came the crack of a single shot and the flash from the muzzle of the gun. Almost at the same time came the sound of a bullet hitting solid flesh.
From the dark, something came towards Sorrow who tried to dodge out of the way. Unfortunately she was not fast enough. It hit her with enough force that she felt it and for a split second saw the flash of stars. In that moment she reacted like the warrior she was and bit!
Odin's Eye charged through the alley, scattering cats with a hiss of outrage. He swung his weapon through the air with a whistling sound that ended in a dull thud.
Several things happened at once, or so it seemed.
[Tongue Twister] Odin's Eye rushes past her, and he and Sorrow attack the falling Shadow... Rory doesn't spare a look to see that they have it under control, she just watches that shadow, a low growl in her throat, as she watches for further movement from the fire escape...
[Blu] Tongue Twister saw the cats scattered. She saw Odin's swing. Imogen saw the swing. They all saw something hit Sorrow and Sorrow's reaction and snap of teeth.
Something flew through the dark, sailing towards Tongue Twister to bounce off the dumpster and roll to a stop at her feet. There in the dark, one side of it's face smashed in, was an old woman's head. One pale eye still stared up at Tongue Twister in horror.
Sorrow got a mouth full of old aging flesh and clothing when she tore in to the body that landed on her with a sickening thud.
Imogen received a full out spattering of blood across her cheek like rain hitting her.
[Odins Eye] Matthias turns, his eyes immediately turning skyward, to where the old woman's form had fallen from. The atgeir rested upon the pavement, blade skyward, ready... His knees bent slightly...
Yellow eyes briefly flash to Rory, before returning to scan the rooftops and fire escapes, trying to pick out where the corpse had been flung from.
~ht~Where is the other, Red?~ht~
He knew not her name... Only that she was garou. And that she had been watching while the rest of them fell upon the tossed corpse that was the old woman.
[Slaughter] Her gaze flicks to the body where it falls, her mouth twisting in utter distaste. She swipes at her cheek with the back of her wrist, her gaze flicking up, scanning the fire escapes and rooftop, searching for what dropped the body.
She mutters something, barely a sussurance of sound to those in the alleyway.
[Blu] It all moved like a dream. The body fell, it was shot, it landed on the scattering wolf. The wolf bit the offending attacker. Another War formed Garou rushed the body in the dark, sending it's head flying towards Rory.
The body lay there, headless. It was missing a big chunk of flesh and part of the dress. And there in the dark they could see something glistening darkly around it's stomach and thighs. Something that was dark and glistening like a thick tangled rope as it lay across the body. Apparently somewhere along the line it had been disemboweled.
There in the dark Rory would see it first. What appeared to be green eyes, reflected the light in a slow blink up on the fire escape. The others would see the deeper shadow after they searched for it.
[Sorrow] There is a low, harsh sound from the hispo-beast, raw, like the sound of retching as she spits out the human's flesh, her lupine lips peeling back from her snout with a snarl. In the close darkness, she shakes her iron-gray coat clean of the blood, pushing taste of the mouthful of flesh to the back of her animal mind. The body is broken, mal-used, her dress torn and blood sprayed everywhere, hot and livid. Another grotesque, sad mouthful of dead flesh is spat onto the pavement.
Now bristling again, this time from shame and anger, charged though not spiking thanks to the low light of the growing moon somewhere high above them, the beast puts her nose to the ground and begins tracing the the scents criss-crossing those in the alley, seekest the bloodies among them, scattering the cats when and where she can with a charged sort of snarl.
[Tongue Twister] Red. He could only mean her - her fur, unseen in the dark, just as red and kinked as her hair in Monkey Skin... but she huffs softly, and then lifts her nose toward the green eyes reflecting on the fire escape, lifting massive paw to gesture that direction as well.
She doesn't once take her eyes off it, either...
[Blu] And while they looked up at the very large, dark shadow up there, four small figures that had scattered, turned with their back arched with fur standing on end in the unmistakable shape of a hissing cat. Though when Tongue Twister looked closer, what she was was the pale blur of faces.....human faces with the black slitted nose of a cat and sharp pointy teeth like a cat. Their eyes were green, they were slitted, like a cat's but the rest of the face was a child's human face.
As one, they turned to hiss at Sorrow when she came towards them. Clearly they were standing their ground. And high above? There came the sound of a low rumbling growl, like a very big, very hoarse cat growl.
[Sorrow] Sorrow spins, following the metis' gesture toward the firescape. In an eyeblink, the circling beast has grown to her two-legged warform, tall enough - or near enough - to jump up and grab the lowest runs of the fireescape in her massive handpaws. Again she stops, scenting the air, sharp with the scent of blood and bile, of the ropey, gasseous emissions of the intestines, fecal matter and urine from this death, or that one.
Then, just as abruptly, she stalks toward the firescape where the green eyes gleam.
[Tongue Twister] The cats hiss, and Rory flicks a glance their way, seeing the human and cats blurred into one, all hissing at Sorrow and standing their ground - but Rory, she's intent on keeping an eye on the large one...
..the growl in her throat the unmistakeable sound of challenge toward the large catlike shadow on the escape...
[Sorrow] Activating earspoon fetish - which gives spirit speech. Rolling rather than spending gnosis!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 4, 5 (Success x 2 at target 5) [WP]
to Blu, Slaughter
[Odins Eye] Matthias quietly, calmly walks closer to Rory, his eyes remaining on the creature on the fire escape. He waits, close enough to act, far enough away that he can still swing the weapon...
His gaze now moves steadily... Primarily remaining on the human faced cats below, and then briefly drifting back to the creature above.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 6, 6, 8 (Failure at target 7)
[Slaughter] Imogen's attention is both on the animals on the fire escape and the Garou below. Sorrow, stalking toward the fire-escape.
Seconds tick out. Her finger on the trigger and she waits.
For aggression. For violence. For something.
[Sorrow] The sound is unintelligible to the rest of those in the alley - the little songs and barbs deep, shifting, changing. The language is amorphous as a dream, it sits in the air like smoke, or pools heavy, like irradiated water - the sort of song you will never remember, after telling yourself you will never forget.
[Sorrow] Spirit speech first: "Who are you hunting here? Humans are not your proper prey. Leave this place - find another."
to Blu
[Blu] Above the creature looked down at the Garou. And as soon as Sorrow got close enough, she could see it was poised to attack and it had the same human/cat mixed face as the kittens. She also got a good look at a tail that was all but hairless and barbed on the end.
And as they all looked up except Odin's Eye, the kittens scattered again. Three ran back towards Odin's eye and Tongue Twister. One raced for Imogen.
The thing that looked down at Sorrow drew it's lips back and growled
"Mine! Food! Go!"
It was warning her off it's claimed territory.
[Tongue Twister] Sorrow has the thing in her sights, and it's movement of the kittens racing toward her and Odin that draws her attention now, and she turns to face them and snarls - taking a step forward... her intent clearly written in her gaze...
Mama's threatening, and Kittens are coming. All must die.
[Blu] Black furred but for the bare tails that were human flesh colored. Black furred but for the human flesh parts of the faces. Black furred but for the pale human breasts showing on the underside of the huge cat thing above Sorrow, four sets of them, eight breasts showing it was female.
[Sorrow] There is a moment of stillness; the human face is revealed, the hairless tail, naked as a rat's tail, barbed at the end. The Crinos beast's face is a rictus snarl of challenge. Then, she is four-pawed again, leaping to the attack, her mouth open as she surges to bite the largest of the beasts.
[Missed some dice rolls and declares! Five opponents - Matthias and Rory take on four little cats, Kora takes on the big one, but diverts when one of the little cats runs after Imogen.]
[Blu] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Odins Eye] ((S2: Chop Little Cat 3
Dex + Crinos + Melee - Split(3), diff = 7 [wp]
Hail Kahseeno!))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 8 (Success x 2 at target 7) [WP]
[Odins Eye] ((S2: Damage
Strength + Crinos + Atgeir + Extra Suxx(1), diff = 6
Hail Kahseeno!))
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[Blu] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Blu] The big Cat jumped down and swung claws for Sorrow
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Blu] dam
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Sorrow] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 5, 8, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] Bite Kitten 4: Come on Kahseeno - don't be a whore!
split 1: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -2 for split = 7 diff 5 - reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5) Re-rolls: 4
[Tongue Twister] Now do it like ya MEAN IT!
Damage:
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 6
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] Srsly? LIKE YOU MEAN IT...
split 2: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -3 for split = 6 diff 5 - reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 5) [WP]
[Tongue Twister] DONT BE A WHORE.
Damage:
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 5
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Sorrow] 1a. BITE Little Cat attacking Imogen -2
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 5, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 5)
[Sorrow] Damage! Hail Kahseeno!
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 9 at target 6)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Sorrow] 1b. BITE Little Cat attacking Imogen -3
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 4, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 9 at target 6)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Blu] Little cat +1...rushes for Imogen. Gets intercepted by Sorrow and in the blink of an eye, cat pieces and blood shower Imogen. It's her night for red war paint.
[Blu] Little cat + 2 and 3 rush for Odin's Eye. He tears in to both. One +2 it injured but manages to swing it's claws and that tail around.
claw
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Blu] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 3, 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Blu] tail spike
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 6, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Blu] dam
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 6, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Blu] +3 is barely alive, it swipes at him as it slides down his body.
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Blu] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Odins Eye] ((Soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Blu] Rory got the claws of the fourth cat, it was hurt after her attack, but it still swiped with it's claws.
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Blu] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 3, 7 (Failure at target 6)
[Blu] claws again
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Blu] damn
[Blu] dam
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] Soak:
Sta+Hispo = 4+3=7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Slaughter] 3RB, big cat!
HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Blu] Little cat tried to claw Tongue Twister, it's claws seemed to tangle in her fur and go no further, but it sure hissed through that human-like face, spitting daggers with it's eyes. If looks could kill, she should be twitching.
[Slaughter] Blood splashes across her jeans, the front of her shirt, her pale white skin. She does not take much time to take stock of things.
What she had been aiming for is now dead. On to the next target. A larger target, one as yet untouched.
Everything winnows to a narrow field of vision. Her line of fire.
(damage - HAIL KAHSEENO!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Slaughter] (1b. last shot! HAIL KAHSEENO!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Slaughter] (damage! HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 7, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Blu] Imogen fired at the big cat thing and though her bullets went towards it, there was no change in the cat, except it seemed more pissed if anything.
[Odins Eye] ((R1: Chop Little Cat 2
Dex + Crinos + Melee, diff = 7
Hail Kahseeno!))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)
[Odins Eye] ((R1: Damage
Strength + Crinos + Atgeir + Extra Suxx (2), diff = 6
Hail Kahseeno!))
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Blu] Odin's Eye chomped the little cat and there came a rush of hot blood as the spine cracked, tearing the cat in two.
[Tongue Twister] R1 - Lil cat 4. Die, lil darling, die.
Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2= 9 diff 5 - reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Tongue Twister] Damage: KAHSEENO! YOU HATE CATS! ACT LIKE IT!
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 1
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Blu] Another spray of blood and fur and the little cat attacking Tongue Twister was history. Which, each death seemed to enrage the mother more and more.
[Sorrow] R1: BITE big kitty
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 5, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Odins Eye] ((R2: Changing actions - Claw little cat 3
Dex + Crinos + Brawl, diff = 6 + Action Change (1) = 7))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[Blu] Sorrow twisted after killing the small cat thing and tried to bite the big one that had already clawed her back. With a quick twist the cat seemed to manage to avoid any damage from those horrible teeth, though Sorrow did get a mouthful of fur again.
[Odins Eye] ((R2: Damage
Strength + 1, diff = 6
Hail Kahseeno!))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Blu] Claws found the small body of the cat, sending blood spraying through the dark in an arch that showered Tongue Twister in a warm spray.
[Tongue Twister] After her target dies, she doesn't hesitate. With a bound she leaves the rest of the Little Cat brood to Odin's Eye, and snaps her teeth into Mama Cat with a vicious snarl...
R2! Bite: COME ON KAHSEENO!
Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2= 9 diff 5 - reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Tongue Twister] Srsly? STOP BEING A WHORE!
Damage:
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 2
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 5, 7, 7, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Blu] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 7, 7, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Sorrow] R2: Big cat! Hail!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Blu] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Odins Eye] ((Init + 7))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Tongue Twister] [Inits! +8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Slaughter] (+9!)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Sorrow] [+8] init!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Blu] Big Cat
+8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Blu] Tongue Twister
Sorrow
Imogen
Odin
Cat
[Blu] Cat is not stupid. Cat snarled, hissed and lashed out with it's claws.
1a. Claw Tongue Twister
1b. Claw Sorrow
1r. Tail strike Imogen
[Odins Eye] ((Reflexives: Extra actions - 1 Rage Spent
Base Action: Split
S1: Chop Big Cat
S2: Chop Big Cat
R1: Chop Big Cat))
[Slaughter] (split actions 4 ways
Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire (+WP))
[Sorrow] [1a. BITE 1b. BITE R1: BITE R2: BITE - big cat]
[Tongue Twister] [2 rage, split first action. What? why mess with what works?!
1a. BITE
1b. BITE
1R. CHOMP!
2R. SLOBBERYCHOMP! ]
[Tongue Twister] Ready? Steady? GO! HAIL KAHSEENO!
split 1: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -2 for split = 7 diff 5 - reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Tongue Twister] CHOMPITY!
Damage:
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 5
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Blu] Meow..soak
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] OH COME ON.
split 2: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -3 for split = 6 diff 5 - reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5) [WP] Re-rolls: 1
[Tongue Twister] Kahseeno - STOP IT. Whore.
Damage:
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 2
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Blu] Meow, meow soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Sorrow] 1a. BITE!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 7, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Blu] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 7, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Sorrow] 1b. BITE!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5) [WP]
[Sorrow] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Blu] soak gurgle spray blood on everyone!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Blu] And like that it was over but for the spray of blood through the air. The huge body twitched and it's eyes rolled up in to it's head. In the alley little cat bodies lay in tattered shreds. Blood mingled with rain and a little old lady's head lay down at the end of the alley while her body lay closer to the fray. And there at Imogen's feet lay a battered cane.
Blood, feces and the smell of gunpowder mingled with the scents of all there and death. And through it all wove the faint smell of talc powder.
[Blu] Somewhere way above, from over the rooftops, mixed with the ever present sounds of a thriving city came a single sound that did not belong.
A ROAR!
Mommy and four babies lay dead, slaughtered in the alley with their intended dinner.
If there were kittens and a mommy, there had to be a daddy somewhere in the city. Didn't there?........
[Slaughter] Imogen turned her gaze downward to the body, her hand lifting to swipe at the blood at her face.
"My car's just down the block," she says, as if she did not have blood drying on her clothing and on her skin, as if her ears were not ringing from the report of gunfire.
She pauses, at the sound of the roar. A beat.
"Be back in a moment, shall I?" the question is rhetorical. She holsters her weapon, stepping away and in direction of her car.
[Odins Eye] Matthias grins... The battle was won, nobody died... A good day all around. He backs away, swings the atgeir with a flourish, and the blood upon it goes flying off with the other viscera. Then, wordlessly, he returns the weapon to its tattoo form, there to wait until next it was needed.
Then, wordlessly, Matthias begins the Rite of Cleansing.
[Tongue Twister] Kora deals the killing blow, and Rory plants her paws and reigns herself in, pulling back on the urge to rend, kill, destroy, with a huff of breath, and a vicious shake of her fur, blood and gore flying from her form.
The Roar comes, and her head snaps up, and she turns half a step in that direction, an eager quiver working it's way through her form...
[Sorrow] The battle is over in a matter of moments. The hot blood of the foul little brood washes away the foetid mouthful of cooling corpse she had swallowed earlier. The beast snarls, shaking out the prey, circling the corpses scattered around the alley. The roar sounds over the rooftops, something dark and sure. She is breathing heavily, the surge of adrenalin just hitting her system as the battle ends. Before Imogen has holstered her weapon, one of the beasts has shifted through her many forms to her near humanskin. Sorrow is crouched forward, blood on her hands, spattering the cuffs of her jeans. Smeared across her mouth, making her an inhuman thing.
"Alright doc," that is low voice, deeper than it should have been. Some of the blood on her body is her own. She cannot feel the wounds, though - no yet, not now.
[Slaughter] Alright Doc, the one beast speaks. Imogen pauses, her gaze flicking downward over the woman's bloodied body. A sharp gaze catches the blood flow through the clothing, the ooze of it down the woman's side.
She pauses like she might speak, but in the end says nothing, turning and heading for her car.
[Odins Eye] ((Rite of Cleansing
Charisma + Rituals, diff = 7 [wp]))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 7, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 7) [WP]
[Tongue Twister] Sorrow shifts down, and and there's no order to chase after Papa cat, and it takes Rory a second, two.. and then a third before she's able to shift down herself. uninjured, she melts into Monkey Skin, and pushes her hair back from her face briefly, before she turns to survey the mess and simply start collecting body pieces and parts to get ready for disposal once Imogen arrives with her car.
[Sorrow] The doctor leaves; Sorrow remains in Glabro, her clothing expanded to her enlarged size. Still through the ritual, shouting, hoarse, to frightening away the wyrm when she would howl were they in the umbral, she waits until Matthias has finished the ritual, and then gets to the work of clean-up, working to disarticulate the corpse of the largest of the cats first, sliding through the joints, pulling apart pieces when there is no clear slice to make. She takes the time to preserve the claws and the barbed, hairless tail, setting both aside as trophies to be cleansed again and again before being hung up on the wyrmpole.
[Odins Eye] Matthias melts, then assists with the taking of trophies...
Grinning all the while through the butcher's work.
((*fade*))
[Blu] Old Lady Smith lay in pieces. Intestines lay tangled around her thighs. Her head lay down the alley with a pearl earring still in the lobe. Abby kitty was at home, sitting on the windowsill wondering why no one let her in from the rain.
[Slaughter] Clean up is bloody. Wet. Smelly, unpleasant. Imogen's car is a Volvo and there are stains on the dark carpetting of the trunk. Stains better left unthought of.
They clean up without much conversation. The cleansing is completed.
Imogen is getting in the car. If help is offered with the body disposal, she will take it. If not, she does not object to doing it alone.
In either case, a parting glance to Kora.
"Drop by some time fer a cleansin', shall I?" asks the doctor, marked by the wyrm's blood.
[Sorrow] "I'll give you a hand with that," Sorrow is quiet throughout the clean-up, working in her near man skin, recognizeable but distorted, as if her human self had been processed through a particularly bizarre funhouse mirror, or made up as an extra in some movie adaptation of clan of the cave bear. When it is over, though, she shifts down, offers to assist the kinswoman with the body disposal, then glances down at the blood on her shirt, her face, her body.
" - well," second thoughts, "I might be a bit obvious. Stop by, though You know where we are, yeah?"
[Tongue Twister] Rory is a curious beast - not in her outlook, but she herself. Where in battle she doesn't hesitate to take the front line when needed, does not pause once that first strike falls, relentless until the last enemy lays in a pile of it's own blood and viscera... now, afterwards, and in all the in between times, she is soft (rarely) spoken, and shy to the extreme.
She aids in the clean up silently, hiding behind her curls, never quite looking Kora or even Imogen in the eye, not without showing instant submission thereafter.
And only when they are ready to go, the cleansing done, the bodies in the care of Imogen and Kora, she nods, slightly, to both. She makes her way to the front of the alleyway, reclaims her backpack, and then, unless they have need of her, she is on her way once more.
[Slaughter] "I do," Imogen's gaze flicks to Tongue Twister as she nods and departs. Though the kinwoman does not bid her farewell or nod in return. But she does watch, for a moment.
A flick of her gaze back to Kora, "Ha' a good night, then."
And with that, she gets into her car, pulling the driver's side door closed firmly behind her. The engine starts unevenly, then the old k-car pulls away from the curb, the trunk weighted with its dismembered contents.
Exeunt
[Sorrow]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)
to Slaughter
[Sorrow]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
to Slaughter
[Sorrow] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
to Slaughter
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