[Fire Claws] He could smell everything beyond the fence. The smell of rotting flesh and dead bodies. He could smell the death that waif through the cold Chicago air. It was not the rotting, corpses that made him growl. But the amount. Wolves were used to smelling death, they could find dead prey if times got too tough in the heart of winter for a pack. But this was something altogether different. There were dozens upon dozens of them, stacked. And that was not the worst of it, the did not seem to rot naturally, properly.
They were not buried, which he didn't mind. But they were mixed with strange smells not akin to death. Well not to him.
His nose follows the smells back, beyond the fence, towards the concrete building. The smells of the bodies... not all of them dead. A strange mixture of smells besides the dead bodies. His nose pushes at the chain link fence as if he needed to hunt this strange smell down now. His mind still linked with the pack.
More than death. Rows of death. Piles of bodies. And oil. And blood. Rot. Bloated corpses. Inside storage. And fresh two-legs. One sex smell. One oil-like-monkey.
[Janis Ian] The Rotagar has plucked a small detail out from her surveillance. Her nose twitches, eyes narrowing slightly as they fall on the gate. She retraces her steps, moving past to Patrick to the gate. Her head turning to regard Linus as she clicks her tongue to get his attention.
"The chain on the gate is just wrapped, nay sign of the padlock being closed, it's just 'anging open."
[Bone Writer] The Godi blinks at the sound of the whistling, lifting off the alley wall with a brief surge of muscle and a soft grunt. He turns toward Fire~Claws, hooking his head back to the pair at the alley's mouth, beyond the exposure of the Chainlink fence itself. Fire~claws report leaves a vague dissatisfaction clinging to the Godi's mind, something that translates to an unsteady rumble over the link itself.
Pull back. Need eyes on the Whistler. Gonna send the Rotagar up to take a gander. Pack'll hang back in alley for report. Something goes wrong, we rush.
And Linus is pulling back from the chainlink fence, motioning at Janis from halfway back to the street. His whisper is low as the Rotagar draws close, the sound of the whistling nearby bringing a vague aggitation to his senses.
"You're going in. Need numbers. Fire~claws says the units are filled with the dead. Some of them have still living ones. Need to deal with the key holder. Identify and pull back to report. You get seen, pull back. Break silence only if necessary."
[Prayers to Broken Stone] The Fianna, frowning at the sound of the whistling, mutters lowly: "That's just plain creepy. I hate whistlers. If you can't remember the words, why bother?" When the wolf born's report comes back about the bodies. The piles of bodies; Patrick's hackles rise.
A hand pushes back the hood from his head; his eyes are very pale in the dark; blue specks on an otherwise white face.
Roger, over and out.
Comes the Welshmen's totemed reply; his figure skulking back toward the others.
[Janis Ian] Janis inclines her head in a nod to Linus as he is telling her what she needs to do. Her nostrils flare out, eyes turning to scope out the gate with the chain wrapped around it, skimming across the chain link fence for a weakness in the links, for another way in besides the obvious route.
She huffs out, "The key 'older?"
[Twilight] STUFF!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 5, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Twilight] Patrick 1-3; Fire Claws 4-5; Linus 6-8, Janis 9-10
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Bone Writer] Linus interrupts Janis' question with a raised hand, flicking fingers across his ear. Were one to listen closely, the jangle of the keys can be deciphered, intermingled with the Whistling sound and the rush of metal on metal in the distance.
"Get going. And be careful..."
[Fire Claws] He begins to pad away from the fence, as the whistle continues to go. He didn't like leaving the rotagar off alone, she wasn't connected to the pack. She could be overrun without them knowing. She could be knocked out in a darkened area and she wouldn't be able to signal back to them. But this was what the no moons did.
He just moved off the chain link fence and into a shadow of one of the buildings.
[Twilight] There's a suggestion of movement behind the tinted window of the tiny office, an occlusion like a shadow. Bone Writer's backing up, disturbed by Whistler's presence, or maybe his taste in music. The Rotagar's ducking forward, ready to to her duty.
Then the double doors to the office sweep open. The sound of gunfire tinny enough that it must be coming from the speakers of that cheap television just visible through the window, cushioned against the great, moving bulk of a man so large that the Garou could be forgiven for wondering how he managed to fit all of his bulk inside the office shack, let alone how he managed to squeeze it through the doors.
Crumbs cover his cheap t-shirt, which is white and translucent with grease in places. He's crumbling a paper bag in one big, meaty hand. Lobs it in a moving arc over the fence, accurate enough that the greasy White Castle bag hits - or comes close to hitting - Fire Claws with the bag.
"JENKS - " the big guy yells, in a surprisingly thin voice, " - WHAT THE - I NEED - "
Then he stops, turns and looks toward the motley group closer to the gates. Smiles, sudden and wide. He has a piece of gristle clinging to his jowels, and is missing several teeth. He smells like he bathed in that scent O'Tolley's pumps into its parking lots. Here's Fire Claws grease-scent, front and center, wrapped about with death, new and old.
"Oh!" He seems, gleeful. "Customers!"
Claps his surprisingly tiny hands, and begins lumbering down the wooden ramp to the ground.
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Doo de doo, can the Fianna be stealthy?]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (Man+Stealth. I prey he hides, cuz he might just snap at the fence)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 5, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Bone Writer] "Fucker..."
The Godi's flaring warnings over the Totemlink even as his voice whispers with the first grin and bellowed 'Customers!'
"Stay low. Small forms. I'll keep his eye. Wait for it..."
And the Godi steps forward, never one for hiding, hands tucking into pockets and gaze narrowing as he regards the Fat man from beyond the Fence. He's walking toward the gate, though he has yet to step further from the wall toward the Fence itself. A good six feet off if he's an inch.
"I've got some product needs storing. Pretty big though. How much for rooms?"
(Persuasion)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] He stays within the shadow of the building as best he can when the creature seems to lumber out of the hut, looking almost like Jabba the hut. He doesn't snap at the fence when the bag lands on his paws. He wanted to snap through the fence and eat his face for just being... well... what he was. It was hard not to growl, but he didn't. Yet.
Let me rip him limb from limb. Just him.
[Bone Writer] (Lyyyyiinnngggg: Manipulation 2 + Subterfuge 3. Diff -1)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Janis Ian] She is likely the one that was seen - if any motion she had made when surveying the fence has garnered the fat man's attention. She stands back, shifting behind Linus to try and trying to stay out of the fat man's view as the Godi works his tongue to fabricate some lie. She doesn't go far, the less they see the better. Her eyes narrow, brows drawn together.
[mani[p + stealt]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8) [WP]
[Prayers to Broken Stone] The Galliard has to catch himself before he out-right laughs at the creature that ambles out to greet them. Across the totem-link; his amusement and disgust cannot be halted.
That is the ugliest fucking man I have ever seen. That's just -- even if he weren't evil I'd wonder. Think the Wyrm offers Jenny Craig schemes?
Then; pulling his hood back up; he slides further out of sight; watching. Balanced on his heels; and then; with a crackling liquid sound; as a tawny colored wolf, steady on its paws.
[Twilight] "Depends how much space you need," the big-guy returns, smiling his gap toothed smile, hands fluttering like butterflies on crack around his bulk as he lumbers down the groaning wooden ramp. The t-shirt is large enough to cover his bulbous frame, but underneath - he's wearing cut-off jeans, tight ones, great white thighs bulge out from them, like fate from sausage casings.
It's freezing tonight.
He doesn't seem cold.
Just delighted, some fucking how.
" - and whether you need refrigeration. Small ones go for two hundred a month, plus ten percent. Then there's hazard insurance. Oh, customers. JENKS. CUSTOMERS. ARE YOU ALL TIDIED UP - " He is focused Linus now, waddling toward the gait. In the middle distance, Linus can see a tall, narrow framed man materializing from the shadows. Gaunt as this one is fat, with gray skin and sunken eyes, walking out from one of the storage lockers. "We have one or two left. We are mostly full. Did Rattrap send you? You look like one of his friends. You look like - " The strange licks his lips; sudden, lascivious. Gods only know whether he wants to sit on Linus, fuck him up, or eat him. " - you could use some meat on your bones."
"COME OPEN THE GATE JENKS. WE CANNOT LEAVE THIS NICE YOUNG MAN OUT IN THE COLD."
[Twilight] (Jenks: Sense Gaia)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 4, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Twilight] (Jenks: Charisma + Performance - specialty - whistling)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 6, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Bone Writer] Keep in his blindspots. Shouldn't be hard. Going to draw him 'round so his back's to the pair of you. Get to the gate quietly while I keep his eye and attention. Hit him when you've got your opening.
The Totemlink thrums as Linus hand rises to catch the bar of the Chainlink fence, pushing his way to the gate. He glances up with a grimace and a frown, his nose snuffling at the stench of the Fat Man reaching out to take hold of his jugular. He swallows briefly and his eye lifts through the fence with another round of words on his tongue. He's interrupted of course, by the sudden appearance of the slender fellow from the shadow. One and Two.
Linus clears his throat and offers a tilt of his head.
"Fridge space, maybe. Got a lot of furniture. Some fragile items to. Bunch of..." And Linus pauses, flexing a brow up suggestively "...Meat, needs keeping for a night or two."
[Bone Writer] (Sigurd's Stride: Stamina 4 + Primal Urge 1 + Totem 2. Diff 4 1 Gnosis)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 4)
[Fire Claws] There is part of him that wants to just snap at the obese man... for being well... a waste. This was partly what he spoke to Starla about, disgustingly fat and soft. Monkeys needed this stone dens and steel forest of building now. They have come easy prey, far to easy. He smelt like the crap that this scab called food. Nothing but crap.
The other coming along. The smell of sex seemed to come through now. As if he had just finished mating with some poor two-leg just off in the back. But the smell of other humans did not seem to come along with him.
He waits in the shadows until something happens.
[Janis Ian] Janis would be thankful that she cannot smell what Fire Claws does, though, her nostrils flared she exhaled out softly. Shifting slowly to the shadows to follow where Patrick had gone, disappearing until it enveloped her and her body waves and melts with the sickening crack of reshaping itself - autumn-furred and large paws finding a perch on the ground as she skulks onto her belly, ears flat along her head - waiting and watching the others for the signal to move.
[Prayers to Broken Stone] Fire Claws is not alone in his desire to end this tub of lard.
The Fianna himself bristles somewhat as his brother stands near to both the fat one; and then as he appears; the whistler. There's a touch more bristling from Prayers to Broken Stone, now. He lowers his body to the ground; snuffles and flattens ears back against his skull.
His tail is between his legs; low to the ground -- the scouting, hunting wolf's body language. He can feel Janis nearby; similarly poised. Tension mounts.
[Twilight] "We store a lot of meat. We got special rates for meat. We got special specials for it. Depends on whether its still breathing or not." The Fat Man beams at Linus, now - a great smile cresting his massive jowls. He has completed his ensemble with flowered flipflops that slap on the concrete ground, and follows, watching Linus as he speaks, keeping his eyes fixed on the Godi now, like he's been mesmerized by the promise of it.
Just once, he pauses, wraps sausage fingers through the diamonds of the gate to stare dreamily down at Linus - whom he outweighs by a power of ten and overtops by a solid six or eight inches - then reaches and yanks the loosely wrapped chain from where its coiled between the bars.
"Oh, a friend of Rattrap is always a friend of mine." The gate rattles as the chain uncoils, falls to the concrete in a slinking pile. Then Fat Man's backing up, pulling the gate open to let Linus in.
In the background, the Whistler - now whistler another tune, this one unrecognizeable - approaches the pair of them, peeling a latex glove - slick with some dark fluid - off his hand, snapping it at the rest.
He hangs back - near the mouth of the narrow, dark walkway between the storage lockers - and stares at Linus with spare, unblinking gray eyes.
When he smiles, his teeth are sharp as needles.
"He is no," the Whistler cautions his compatriot, regard distinctly predatory. " - friend of Rattrap, are you?"
[Twilight] (snapping it at the wrist!)
[Bone Writer] Two of you on Fatso. Careful of your tails. I want Janis through the Gate, round Tubby here and teeth in throat of the Whistler-
"Friend? Why I wouldn't go that far. Acquaintances maybe. Meet at the Salon every Friday-" And Linus pushes through the Gate, being sure to give the Large Tub a wide berth that will have his fascinated head and eyes following Linus. The Godi's hand is already rising to scratch at his chin...collarbone, just inside the hoodie who's hood is drawn back to reveal boyish features and a shaved scalp.
"-He loves, tubby back here-" A chuckle and a head hook back at the Fat Man "-but says he doesn't like what you do with his meat, Jenks. Naughty..." And the Godi's toes kick into ground as soon as he's a few feet from the fence, already reaching past the flesh for the spiritual bond to the Spear tucked along his right arm.
-High and low, Gentleman
[Fire Claws] He makes sure to do as Bone Writer says, keeping to the shadows and out of sight for the moment. But he could feel Bone Writer getting ready. Something about these two monkeys seem odd. They smell of death, something monkeys avoid like the plague normally. They smell of grease and sex and oil and crap. They smell like scab dwellers.
He lowers his form, predatory move as he waits to spring on the prey. To take it down in a moment and kill the creature without question. There is no need to look over at prayer~yuf. Just move with authority and end it.
[Resist Pain active. -1 WP. Sigurd's Stride Active. -1G Stam 4+Primal (4) + Heightened Sense benefit (1).]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 4)
[Janis Ian] Blur
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 6, 7, 7, 9 (Failure at target 8)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Creeping! Dex + Stealth + Lupus]
Prayers to Broken Stone barely finishes hearing Linus' voice issuing commands before he's off, the Fiann wolf; creeping lowly across the ground toward the gate. Positioning himself as close as can be behind the fatter of the pair. Ready to sink teeth and claw into soft; jelly-like flesh.
[Activating Resist Pain, too.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (Opps for sigurd stride forgot the +2 stamina in lupus, diff 4 still)
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 9 (Success x 1 at target 4)
[Twilight] "YOU SEE!" Fat Man claps, pulling the gate further open, pallid eyes bulging on Linus for a moment with that odd hunger, half sicko, half childlike, before peeling back, looking away toward the Whistler and clapping his big meaty hands. "YOU SEE! HE LIKES ME BEST. I told you Rattrap liked me best of all. He doesn't like you though. He HATES WHAT YOU DO WITH THE - "
The Whistler, meanwhile, bares his teeth - which are gleaming metallic and thin as hypodermic needles - in a narrow snarl at the Fat Man. "Shut up, you fool." He hisses once. Then - " - he's one of them!"
[Janis Ian] Janis' gotten the memo, though, her larger form crawling through the shadows to get around to Whistler, without a blurred form to cover herself, to attempt to ambush him. The others going straight for Fat man.
(-1wp for Resist Pain, sneaking up on Jenks, dex+stealth+hispo)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 5, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6) [WP]
[Fire Claws] (Sneak up you fool. Dex+ stealth+lupus)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Bone Writer] (7+...)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Twilight] Fat Man +5
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Twilight] Whistler +8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Janis Ian] 9+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Twilight] Order:
Janis: 17
Pack: 16
Whistler: 15
Fat Man: 7
[Twilight] Fat Man: 1a. Stench. 1b. Block. Rage 1: Bodyslam Patrick. Rage 2: Bodyslam (lovingly!) Linus.
[Twilight] Whistler: 1a. Bite Janis. 1b. Block. Rage 1: Howl! Rage 2: Bite Linus.
[Bone Writer] (Reflexive: Rage Shift Crinos. Resist Pain -WP
Initial Action: Spear Thrust Jenks.
Rage 2: Spear Pin Jenks to Wall)
[Janis Ian] Janis
Splits, 1a bite. 1b dodge, rage1: bite again, all whistler
[Twilight] Whistler: Per + Alert!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] Fire~Claws. 1R insta shift to hispo.
1a Fur gnarl Fatty(-2 dice, diff 7)
1b. Fur gnarl Fatty (-3dice, diff 7)
1R. Bite gnarled skin. (diff 7)
[Twilight] Fat Man Per + Alertness
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Patrick is:
Insta-shifting to Hispo and THEN
1a.
1b. Fur Gnarling!
R1.
R2.
R3. Same til he drops, ya'll.]
[Janis Ian] 1a bite, 9 -2 for split = 7 + 4bonus for ambushy = 11
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Twilight] Block! Whistler: 1b. -3 for split
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 5, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Bone Writer] (Spear Thrust on Jenks: Dex 4 + Melee 2. Diff 6)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Bone Writer] (Str. 6 + 1 Spear + 2 Sux. Damage Faccckkk offffff Kahseeno)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 6, 8, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (Fur Gnarl. Dex 4+ Brawl 3+ Hispo 2. diff 7-1, -2 dice for first split
~~*HAIL KAHSEENO*~~)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Fire Claws] Damage
(Str3+ Hisp 3+ Claw 1+ Sux 3
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Twilight] Fat Man: soak! -2
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (Rip off some more skin, gnarl some more with claw.
1b. Fur Gnarl. Dex 4+ Brawl 3+ Hispo 2. diff 7-1, -3 dice for second split
~~*HAIL KAHSEENO*~~)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[Fire Claws] Damage
(Str3+ Hisp 3+ Claw 1+ Sux 4.
~~*HAIL KAHSEENO*~~)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Twilight] Fat Man Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [1a. GNARL YOU. Dex + Brawl + Hispo vs Diff 6 (-2 Split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Damage + 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [1b. YOUR MOTHER GAVE ME SUXX. ]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Damage + 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Twilight] SOAK!!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Twilight] Whistler: Bite Janis! -2
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Twilight] (Er: Dif 5 but makes no difference)
[Janis Ian] Dodge 8 -3 split
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Twilight] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Janis Ian] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Twilight] Fat Man: Stench!!!! Man + Expression. :)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Bone Writer] (Stamina!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Janis Ian] (stamina!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Staaaamina.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (stamina)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 4, 4, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Twilight] The stench is strong enough that it literally sears the lining of his lungs. 2 lethal.
to Bone Writer
[Twilight] The stench is strong enough that it singes his fur. 1 lethal.
to Fire Claws
[Janis Ian] Rage 1 bite
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 9, 10 (Failure at target 5)
[Bone Writer] (Rage 2: Spear Pin Jenks to the Wall. Dex 4 + Melee 2. Diff 6)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Bone Writer] (Str 6 + 1 Spear + 2 Sux.)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Fire Claws] Bite attack.
Dex 4+ Brawl 3+ Hispo 2 Bite, diff 5+2 for attack on gnarl -1 for flank
~~*HAIL KAHSEENO*~~)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Fire Claws] Damage
Str 3 +Hispo 3+ Bite 1+ Maw 1+ 3 Sux
~~*HAIL KAHSEENO*~~)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Twilight] Rage back?
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 7 (Failure at target 8) [WP]
[Twilight] ( x.x )
poor fat man.
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [R1. Switching targets -- Whistling Dude! Yer next.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Damage + 4]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[Twilight] Whistler: sooooak!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Twilight] Whistler: Rage 1: Howl!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8) [WP]
[Bone Writer] (WP)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Janis Ian] [willpower]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 5, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Willpower]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (WP)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Bone Writer] (+1 for Perm. not Temp)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2 (Failure at target 6)
[Twilight] (So he wasn't that scary. Damage?)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 6, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [R2. Le Chomp.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 5, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Damage + 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Twilight] Rage 2: Changing action from bite Linus to Bite Patrick! That dude with the spear isn't that scary. +1 dif.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Twilight] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 6, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [R3. I'ma get you!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Damage + 5]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Twilight] Whistler + 8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Janis Ian] 9+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Bone Writer] (8 +...)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Twilight] Whistler's Girlfriend +3
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [+8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Twilight] Janis: 18
Pack: 18
Whistler: 16
Whistler's Girlfriend: 13 (shambling corpse shambling up behind him; does not smell alive to FC or, uh, anyone. )
[Twilight] Whistlers Girlfriend: bite closest warm body, other than whistler.
[Twilight] Whistler: RUN AWAY.
[Bone Writer] (Initial Action: Block Girlfriend from harming pack)
[Fire Claws] FC
1a. Fur Gnarl Whistler
1b. Fur Gnarl Again.
1R bite.
2R bite
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [1a.
1b. Bite Fur Gnarled spot!
R1.
R2. BITE.]
[Janis Ian] Splits, 1a & 1b bites on Whistler. Rage 1: bite on whistler, switch to girl if he's dead.
[Janis Ian] 1a Bite 9 - 2 split
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Janis Ian] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Twilight] Whistler: x.x Botching means he rages back and kills himself with his own stupid needle teeth.
[Janis Ian] 1b Bite 9 -3 split
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Janis Ian] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 5, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Janis Ian] Janis Soak roll from biting
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 7, 7, 7 (Failure at target 6)
[Fire Claws] 1a. Fur Gnarl on GF
Dex 4+ Brawl 3+ Hispo 2 -2 for split dice pool. diff 7. Add WP)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7) [WP] Re-rolls: 1
[Janis Ian] Please don't pull a Linda Blair. Oh gods!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (damage
Str 3+ Hispo 3+ Claw 1+ Sux 1
***HAIL KAHSEENO***)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] 1b Fur Gnarl again.
Dex 4+ Brawl 3+ Hispo 2 -3 for split dice pool. diff 7.
***HAIL KAHSEENO***)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7) Re-rolls: 1
[Fire Claws] (Soak from damaging gf)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (Stamina diff 5 from puking)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 6 at target 5)
[Fire Claws] (Damage
Str 3+ Hispo 3+ Claw 1+ Sux 1
***HAIL KAHSEENO***)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [1a. Biting Fur Gnarled Spot!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 9, 9 (Failure at target 7)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [1b. Biting again! + WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 7) [WP]
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Damage + 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Bone Writer] (spear Girlfriend. Dex 4 + Melee 2. +1 diff for Changing Action. WP)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Bone Writer] (Damage 6 + 1 + 1)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Twilight] WG: x.x
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Stamina!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Twilight] Everything's quiet in the aftermath. The fight - tucked away in the strange little U-STORE-IT tucked up off the alley - is over in a matter of seconds. The Fat Man, the Whistler, and the grotesque corpse shuffling up behind the Whistler - the one covered in his scent - are still, pooling on the floor. Only the Fat Man bleeds red blood through the layers of bubble. The Whistler's blood is a sort of sterile gray, the vague female corpse is simply grotesque, falling backwards and disintegrating around the spear thrust that finally ends whatever strange, inhuman bonds have held her body together.
---
The Fat Man was watching It's a Wonderful Life on the television in the office on a VCR. He has three dozen other classic movies on VHS, from Breakfast at Tiffany's to Rear Window to Heidi to (appropriately enough) Psycho.
There are a few other storage lockers with various contraband. Two strung together are clearly a marijuana grow operation. They've recently harvested, but there are still two or three plants left inside, the heady scent of pot in the air. Another is stacked, floor to ceiling, with old library books. Yet another is full of misprinted Bibles, END TIMES ASSEMBLY stamped on the inner leaf.
Jimmy Stewart is yammering on about the building and loan, but it all goes by silently since someone tore the volume nob off. They will find in the office four or five hundred in cash and the world's largest collection of empty Twinky wrappers. Down the narrow walkway, in the refridgerated units, they find - body parts, nothing intact, fingers, ears, hands - all manner of body parts, gruesomely hacked from some once-living body. Once-human, in various stages of decay. The promised refrigeration unit is not particularly efficient, they find. And none of these appear to have arrived intact; just pieces.
Most of the units are taken up with this storage. There's one for ears; another for hands. Another nearly empty one devoted to noses, with just two specimens on the floor. A half-dozen disjointed legs, (right) next to another locket with at least ten to twelve pieces of left legs. Another devoted entirely to fingers; and another to thumbs.
Last is the one devoted to skulls. There are four, only one with the eyeballs still in their sockets; an old man with a matted, graying beard and long, stringy hair. All the signs of destitution. Fresher than the rest.
[Fire Claws] After the massive battle ensues it was a blur of attacks and kills. Moving with a pack had its advantages and it showed in this case. Patrick and Fire Claws move in tandem against the obese man that was once called Jenks. Fire Claws led out first, ripping open flesh and t-shirt and muscle and fat exposing the softer inner parts that. Prayer to Broken Stone came in and ripped the creature to near death.
A fury of rage and tactics take him down in a matter of milliseconds. The final bite coming from Fire Claws jaw. But Prayer for Broken Stone proved his battle prowess when going toe to toe with Whistler. Ripping flesh from bone in moments, leaving him worn down. Janis joined the fray with quick shots but not took a couple of moments to find her footing before shredding Whistler from the face of the earth.
Not before the agents of the wyrm got some shots in, leaving Fire Claws with the stench of rot and disgust over his fur. Something that would stick to him for a few days it seemed. However Whistler's girl seemed to hear his moans of pain and came a-callin. But she was nothing compared to the gathered Gaians. With LInus putting the finishing touches on the rotting corpse.
When it is all said and done, Fire Claws stands over the corpse of Whistler and pukes up the fatty mess and gore that came up from his stomach. Expelling the rot and grease and taint that was Jenks. Shifting down to his natural form, he sniffs at Whistler and then back at the rotting corpse. A strange smell coming off them. Barking out now.
~Strange. Smell of mating. Together. But she dead. He alive. He mated her?~
Looking to the rest,
~Strange two-legs mating with dead. Cannot make pups that way.~
They were not buried, which he didn't mind. But they were mixed with strange smells not akin to death. Well not to him.
His nose follows the smells back, beyond the fence, towards the concrete building. The smells of the bodies... not all of them dead. A strange mixture of smells besides the dead bodies. His nose pushes at the chain link fence as if he needed to hunt this strange smell down now. His mind still linked with the pack.
More than death. Rows of death. Piles of bodies. And oil. And blood. Rot. Bloated corpses. Inside storage. And fresh two-legs. One sex smell. One oil-like-monkey.
[Janis Ian] The Rotagar has plucked a small detail out from her surveillance. Her nose twitches, eyes narrowing slightly as they fall on the gate. She retraces her steps, moving past to Patrick to the gate. Her head turning to regard Linus as she clicks her tongue to get his attention.
"The chain on the gate is just wrapped, nay sign of the padlock being closed, it's just 'anging open."
[Bone Writer] The Godi blinks at the sound of the whistling, lifting off the alley wall with a brief surge of muscle and a soft grunt. He turns toward Fire~Claws, hooking his head back to the pair at the alley's mouth, beyond the exposure of the Chainlink fence itself. Fire~claws report leaves a vague dissatisfaction clinging to the Godi's mind, something that translates to an unsteady rumble over the link itself.
Pull back. Need eyes on the Whistler. Gonna send the Rotagar up to take a gander. Pack'll hang back in alley for report. Something goes wrong, we rush.
And Linus is pulling back from the chainlink fence, motioning at Janis from halfway back to the street. His whisper is low as the Rotagar draws close, the sound of the whistling nearby bringing a vague aggitation to his senses.
"You're going in. Need numbers. Fire~claws says the units are filled with the dead. Some of them have still living ones. Need to deal with the key holder. Identify and pull back to report. You get seen, pull back. Break silence only if necessary."
[Prayers to Broken Stone] The Fianna, frowning at the sound of the whistling, mutters lowly: "That's just plain creepy. I hate whistlers. If you can't remember the words, why bother?" When the wolf born's report comes back about the bodies. The piles of bodies; Patrick's hackles rise.
A hand pushes back the hood from his head; his eyes are very pale in the dark; blue specks on an otherwise white face.
Roger, over and out.
Comes the Welshmen's totemed reply; his figure skulking back toward the others.
[Janis Ian] Janis inclines her head in a nod to Linus as he is telling her what she needs to do. Her nostrils flare out, eyes turning to scope out the gate with the chain wrapped around it, skimming across the chain link fence for a weakness in the links, for another way in besides the obvious route.
She huffs out, "The key 'older?"
[Twilight] STUFF!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 5, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Twilight] Patrick 1-3; Fire Claws 4-5; Linus 6-8, Janis 9-10
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Bone Writer] Linus interrupts Janis' question with a raised hand, flicking fingers across his ear. Were one to listen closely, the jangle of the keys can be deciphered, intermingled with the Whistling sound and the rush of metal on metal in the distance.
"Get going. And be careful..."
[Fire Claws] He begins to pad away from the fence, as the whistle continues to go. He didn't like leaving the rotagar off alone, she wasn't connected to the pack. She could be overrun without them knowing. She could be knocked out in a darkened area and she wouldn't be able to signal back to them. But this was what the no moons did.
He just moved off the chain link fence and into a shadow of one of the buildings.
[Twilight] There's a suggestion of movement behind the tinted window of the tiny office, an occlusion like a shadow. Bone Writer's backing up, disturbed by Whistler's presence, or maybe his taste in music. The Rotagar's ducking forward, ready to to her duty.
Then the double doors to the office sweep open. The sound of gunfire tinny enough that it must be coming from the speakers of that cheap television just visible through the window, cushioned against the great, moving bulk of a man so large that the Garou could be forgiven for wondering how he managed to fit all of his bulk inside the office shack, let alone how he managed to squeeze it through the doors.
Crumbs cover his cheap t-shirt, which is white and translucent with grease in places. He's crumbling a paper bag in one big, meaty hand. Lobs it in a moving arc over the fence, accurate enough that the greasy White Castle bag hits - or comes close to hitting - Fire Claws with the bag.
"JENKS - " the big guy yells, in a surprisingly thin voice, " - WHAT THE - I NEED - "
Then he stops, turns and looks toward the motley group closer to the gates. Smiles, sudden and wide. He has a piece of gristle clinging to his jowels, and is missing several teeth. He smells like he bathed in that scent O'Tolley's pumps into its parking lots. Here's Fire Claws grease-scent, front and center, wrapped about with death, new and old.
"Oh!" He seems, gleeful. "Customers!"
Claps his surprisingly tiny hands, and begins lumbering down the wooden ramp to the ground.
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Doo de doo, can the Fianna be stealthy?]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (Man+Stealth. I prey he hides, cuz he might just snap at the fence)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 5, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Bone Writer] "Fucker..."
The Godi's flaring warnings over the Totemlink even as his voice whispers with the first grin and bellowed 'Customers!'
"Stay low. Small forms. I'll keep his eye. Wait for it..."
And the Godi steps forward, never one for hiding, hands tucking into pockets and gaze narrowing as he regards the Fat man from beyond the Fence. He's walking toward the gate, though he has yet to step further from the wall toward the Fence itself. A good six feet off if he's an inch.
"I've got some product needs storing. Pretty big though. How much for rooms?"
(Persuasion)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] He stays within the shadow of the building as best he can when the creature seems to lumber out of the hut, looking almost like Jabba the hut. He doesn't snap at the fence when the bag lands on his paws. He wanted to snap through the fence and eat his face for just being... well... what he was. It was hard not to growl, but he didn't. Yet.
Let me rip him limb from limb. Just him.
[Bone Writer] (Lyyyyiinnngggg: Manipulation 2 + Subterfuge 3. Diff -1)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Janis Ian] She is likely the one that was seen - if any motion she had made when surveying the fence has garnered the fat man's attention. She stands back, shifting behind Linus to try and trying to stay out of the fat man's view as the Godi works his tongue to fabricate some lie. She doesn't go far, the less they see the better. Her eyes narrow, brows drawn together.
[mani[p + stealt]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8) [WP]
[Prayers to Broken Stone] The Galliard has to catch himself before he out-right laughs at the creature that ambles out to greet them. Across the totem-link; his amusement and disgust cannot be halted.
That is the ugliest fucking man I have ever seen. That's just -- even if he weren't evil I'd wonder. Think the Wyrm offers Jenny Craig schemes?
Then; pulling his hood back up; he slides further out of sight; watching. Balanced on his heels; and then; with a crackling liquid sound; as a tawny colored wolf, steady on its paws.
[Twilight] "Depends how much space you need," the big-guy returns, smiling his gap toothed smile, hands fluttering like butterflies on crack around his bulk as he lumbers down the groaning wooden ramp. The t-shirt is large enough to cover his bulbous frame, but underneath - he's wearing cut-off jeans, tight ones, great white thighs bulge out from them, like fate from sausage casings.
It's freezing tonight.
He doesn't seem cold.
Just delighted, some fucking how.
" - and whether you need refrigeration. Small ones go for two hundred a month, plus ten percent. Then there's hazard insurance. Oh, customers. JENKS. CUSTOMERS. ARE YOU ALL TIDIED UP - " He is focused Linus now, waddling toward the gait. In the middle distance, Linus can see a tall, narrow framed man materializing from the shadows. Gaunt as this one is fat, with gray skin and sunken eyes, walking out from one of the storage lockers. "We have one or two left. We are mostly full. Did Rattrap send you? You look like one of his friends. You look like - " The strange licks his lips; sudden, lascivious. Gods only know whether he wants to sit on Linus, fuck him up, or eat him. " - you could use some meat on your bones."
"COME OPEN THE GATE JENKS. WE CANNOT LEAVE THIS NICE YOUNG MAN OUT IN THE COLD."
[Twilight] (Jenks: Sense Gaia)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 4, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Twilight] (Jenks: Charisma + Performance - specialty - whistling)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 6, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Bone Writer] Keep in his blindspots. Shouldn't be hard. Going to draw him 'round so his back's to the pair of you. Get to the gate quietly while I keep his eye and attention. Hit him when you've got your opening.
The Totemlink thrums as Linus hand rises to catch the bar of the Chainlink fence, pushing his way to the gate. He glances up with a grimace and a frown, his nose snuffling at the stench of the Fat Man reaching out to take hold of his jugular. He swallows briefly and his eye lifts through the fence with another round of words on his tongue. He's interrupted of course, by the sudden appearance of the slender fellow from the shadow. One and Two.
Linus clears his throat and offers a tilt of his head.
"Fridge space, maybe. Got a lot of furniture. Some fragile items to. Bunch of..." And Linus pauses, flexing a brow up suggestively "...Meat, needs keeping for a night or two."
[Bone Writer] (Sigurd's Stride: Stamina 4 + Primal Urge 1 + Totem 2. Diff 4 1 Gnosis)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 4)
[Fire Claws] There is part of him that wants to just snap at the obese man... for being well... a waste. This was partly what he spoke to Starla about, disgustingly fat and soft. Monkeys needed this stone dens and steel forest of building now. They have come easy prey, far to easy. He smelt like the crap that this scab called food. Nothing but crap.
The other coming along. The smell of sex seemed to come through now. As if he had just finished mating with some poor two-leg just off in the back. But the smell of other humans did not seem to come along with him.
He waits in the shadows until something happens.
[Janis Ian] Janis would be thankful that she cannot smell what Fire Claws does, though, her nostrils flared she exhaled out softly. Shifting slowly to the shadows to follow where Patrick had gone, disappearing until it enveloped her and her body waves and melts with the sickening crack of reshaping itself - autumn-furred and large paws finding a perch on the ground as she skulks onto her belly, ears flat along her head - waiting and watching the others for the signal to move.
[Prayers to Broken Stone] Fire Claws is not alone in his desire to end this tub of lard.
The Fianna himself bristles somewhat as his brother stands near to both the fat one; and then as he appears; the whistler. There's a touch more bristling from Prayers to Broken Stone, now. He lowers his body to the ground; snuffles and flattens ears back against his skull.
His tail is between his legs; low to the ground -- the scouting, hunting wolf's body language. He can feel Janis nearby; similarly poised. Tension mounts.
[Twilight] "We store a lot of meat. We got special rates for meat. We got special specials for it. Depends on whether its still breathing or not." The Fat Man beams at Linus, now - a great smile cresting his massive jowls. He has completed his ensemble with flowered flipflops that slap on the concrete ground, and follows, watching Linus as he speaks, keeping his eyes fixed on the Godi now, like he's been mesmerized by the promise of it.
Just once, he pauses, wraps sausage fingers through the diamonds of the gate to stare dreamily down at Linus - whom he outweighs by a power of ten and overtops by a solid six or eight inches - then reaches and yanks the loosely wrapped chain from where its coiled between the bars.
"Oh, a friend of Rattrap is always a friend of mine." The gate rattles as the chain uncoils, falls to the concrete in a slinking pile. Then Fat Man's backing up, pulling the gate open to let Linus in.
In the background, the Whistler - now whistler another tune, this one unrecognizeable - approaches the pair of them, peeling a latex glove - slick with some dark fluid - off his hand, snapping it at the rest.
He hangs back - near the mouth of the narrow, dark walkway between the storage lockers - and stares at Linus with spare, unblinking gray eyes.
When he smiles, his teeth are sharp as needles.
"He is no," the Whistler cautions his compatriot, regard distinctly predatory. " - friend of Rattrap, are you?"
[Twilight] (snapping it at the wrist!)
[Bone Writer] Two of you on Fatso. Careful of your tails. I want Janis through the Gate, round Tubby here and teeth in throat of the Whistler-
"Friend? Why I wouldn't go that far. Acquaintances maybe. Meet at the Salon every Friday-" And Linus pushes through the Gate, being sure to give the Large Tub a wide berth that will have his fascinated head and eyes following Linus. The Godi's hand is already rising to scratch at his chin...collarbone, just inside the hoodie who's hood is drawn back to reveal boyish features and a shaved scalp.
"-He loves, tubby back here-" A chuckle and a head hook back at the Fat Man "-but says he doesn't like what you do with his meat, Jenks. Naughty..." And the Godi's toes kick into ground as soon as he's a few feet from the fence, already reaching past the flesh for the spiritual bond to the Spear tucked along his right arm.
-High and low, Gentleman
[Fire Claws] He makes sure to do as Bone Writer says, keeping to the shadows and out of sight for the moment. But he could feel Bone Writer getting ready. Something about these two monkeys seem odd. They smell of death, something monkeys avoid like the plague normally. They smell of grease and sex and oil and crap. They smell like scab dwellers.
He lowers his form, predatory move as he waits to spring on the prey. To take it down in a moment and kill the creature without question. There is no need to look over at prayer~yuf. Just move with authority and end it.
[Resist Pain active. -1 WP. Sigurd's Stride Active. -1G Stam 4+Primal (4) + Heightened Sense benefit (1).]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 4)
[Janis Ian] Blur
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 6, 7, 7, 9 (Failure at target 8)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Creeping! Dex + Stealth + Lupus]
Prayers to Broken Stone barely finishes hearing Linus' voice issuing commands before he's off, the Fiann wolf; creeping lowly across the ground toward the gate. Positioning himself as close as can be behind the fatter of the pair. Ready to sink teeth and claw into soft; jelly-like flesh.
[Activating Resist Pain, too.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (Opps for sigurd stride forgot the +2 stamina in lupus, diff 4 still)
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 9 (Success x 1 at target 4)
[Twilight] "YOU SEE!" Fat Man claps, pulling the gate further open, pallid eyes bulging on Linus for a moment with that odd hunger, half sicko, half childlike, before peeling back, looking away toward the Whistler and clapping his big meaty hands. "YOU SEE! HE LIKES ME BEST. I told you Rattrap liked me best of all. He doesn't like you though. He HATES WHAT YOU DO WITH THE - "
The Whistler, meanwhile, bares his teeth - which are gleaming metallic and thin as hypodermic needles - in a narrow snarl at the Fat Man. "Shut up, you fool." He hisses once. Then - " - he's one of them!"
[Janis Ian] Janis' gotten the memo, though, her larger form crawling through the shadows to get around to Whistler, without a blurred form to cover herself, to attempt to ambush him. The others going straight for Fat man.
(-1wp for Resist Pain, sneaking up on Jenks, dex+stealth+hispo)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 5, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6) [WP]
[Fire Claws] (Sneak up you fool. Dex+ stealth+lupus)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Bone Writer] (7+...)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Twilight] Fat Man +5
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Twilight] Whistler +8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Janis Ian] 9+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Twilight] Order:
Janis: 17
Pack: 16
Whistler: 15
Fat Man: 7
[Twilight] Fat Man: 1a. Stench. 1b. Block. Rage 1: Bodyslam Patrick. Rage 2: Bodyslam (lovingly!) Linus.
[Twilight] Whistler: 1a. Bite Janis. 1b. Block. Rage 1: Howl! Rage 2: Bite Linus.
[Bone Writer] (Reflexive: Rage Shift Crinos. Resist Pain -WP
Initial Action: Spear Thrust Jenks.
Rage 2: Spear Pin Jenks to Wall)
[Janis Ian] Janis
Splits, 1a bite. 1b dodge, rage1: bite again, all whistler
[Twilight] Whistler: Per + Alert!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] Fire~Claws. 1R insta shift to hispo.
1a Fur gnarl Fatty(-2 dice, diff 7)
1b. Fur gnarl Fatty (-3dice, diff 7)
1R. Bite gnarled skin. (diff 7)
[Twilight] Fat Man Per + Alertness
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Patrick is:
Insta-shifting to Hispo and THEN
1a.
1b. Fur Gnarling!
R1.
R2.
R3. Same til he drops, ya'll.]
[Janis Ian] 1a bite, 9 -2 for split = 7 + 4bonus for ambushy = 11
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Twilight] Block! Whistler: 1b. -3 for split
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 5, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Bone Writer] (Spear Thrust on Jenks: Dex 4 + Melee 2. Diff 6)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Bone Writer] (Str. 6 + 1 Spear + 2 Sux. Damage Faccckkk offffff Kahseeno)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 6, 8, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (Fur Gnarl. Dex 4+ Brawl 3+ Hispo 2. diff 7-1, -2 dice for first split
~~*HAIL KAHSEENO*~~)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Fire Claws] Damage
(Str3+ Hisp 3+ Claw 1+ Sux 3
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Twilight] Fat Man: soak! -2
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (Rip off some more skin, gnarl some more with claw.
1b. Fur Gnarl. Dex 4+ Brawl 3+ Hispo 2. diff 7-1, -3 dice for second split
~~*HAIL KAHSEENO*~~)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[Fire Claws] Damage
(Str3+ Hisp 3+ Claw 1+ Sux 4.
~~*HAIL KAHSEENO*~~)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Twilight] Fat Man Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [1a. GNARL YOU. Dex + Brawl + Hispo vs Diff 6 (-2 Split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Damage + 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [1b. YOUR MOTHER GAVE ME SUXX. ]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Damage + 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Twilight] SOAK!!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Twilight] Whistler: Bite Janis! -2
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Twilight] (Er: Dif 5 but makes no difference)
[Janis Ian] Dodge 8 -3 split
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Twilight] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Janis Ian] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Twilight] Fat Man: Stench!!!! Man + Expression. :)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Bone Writer] (Stamina!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Janis Ian] (stamina!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Staaaamina.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (stamina)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 4, 4, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Twilight] The stench is strong enough that it literally sears the lining of his lungs. 2 lethal.
to Bone Writer
[Twilight] The stench is strong enough that it singes his fur. 1 lethal.
to Fire Claws
[Janis Ian] Rage 1 bite
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 9, 10 (Failure at target 5)
[Bone Writer] (Rage 2: Spear Pin Jenks to the Wall. Dex 4 + Melee 2. Diff 6)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Bone Writer] (Str 6 + 1 Spear + 2 Sux.)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Fire Claws] Bite attack.
Dex 4+ Brawl 3+ Hispo 2 Bite, diff 5+2 for attack on gnarl -1 for flank
~~*HAIL KAHSEENO*~~)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Fire Claws] Damage
Str 3 +Hispo 3+ Bite 1+ Maw 1+ 3 Sux
~~*HAIL KAHSEENO*~~)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Twilight] Rage back?
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 7 (Failure at target 8) [WP]
[Twilight] ( x.x )
poor fat man.
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [R1. Switching targets -- Whistling Dude! Yer next.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Damage + 4]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[Twilight] Whistler: sooooak!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Twilight] Whistler: Rage 1: Howl!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8) [WP]
[Bone Writer] (WP)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Janis Ian] [willpower]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 5, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Willpower]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (WP)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Bone Writer] (+1 for Perm. not Temp)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2 (Failure at target 6)
[Twilight] (So he wasn't that scary. Damage?)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 6, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [R2. Le Chomp.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 5, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Damage + 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Twilight] Rage 2: Changing action from bite Linus to Bite Patrick! That dude with the spear isn't that scary. +1 dif.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Twilight] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 6, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [R3. I'ma get you!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Damage + 5]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Twilight] Whistler + 8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Janis Ian] 9+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Bone Writer] (8 +...)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Twilight] Whistler's Girlfriend +3
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [+8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Twilight] Janis: 18
Pack: 18
Whistler: 16
Whistler's Girlfriend: 13 (shambling corpse shambling up behind him; does not smell alive to FC or, uh, anyone. )
[Twilight] Whistlers Girlfriend: bite closest warm body, other than whistler.
[Twilight] Whistler: RUN AWAY.
[Bone Writer] (Initial Action: Block Girlfriend from harming pack)
[Fire Claws] FC
1a. Fur Gnarl Whistler
1b. Fur Gnarl Again.
1R bite.
2R bite
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [1a.
1b. Bite Fur Gnarled spot!
R1.
R2. BITE.]
[Janis Ian] Splits, 1a & 1b bites on Whistler. Rage 1: bite on whistler, switch to girl if he's dead.
[Janis Ian] 1a Bite 9 - 2 split
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Janis Ian] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Twilight] Whistler: x.x Botching means he rages back and kills himself with his own stupid needle teeth.
[Janis Ian] 1b Bite 9 -3 split
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Janis Ian] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 5, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Janis Ian] Janis Soak roll from biting
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 7, 7, 7 (Failure at target 6)
[Fire Claws] 1a. Fur Gnarl on GF
Dex 4+ Brawl 3+ Hispo 2 -2 for split dice pool. diff 7. Add WP)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7) [WP] Re-rolls: 1
[Janis Ian] Please don't pull a Linda Blair. Oh gods!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (damage
Str 3+ Hispo 3+ Claw 1+ Sux 1
***HAIL KAHSEENO***)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] 1b Fur Gnarl again.
Dex 4+ Brawl 3+ Hispo 2 -3 for split dice pool. diff 7.
***HAIL KAHSEENO***)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7) Re-rolls: 1
[Fire Claws] (Soak from damaging gf)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Fire Claws] (Stamina diff 5 from puking)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 6 at target 5)
[Fire Claws] (Damage
Str 3+ Hispo 3+ Claw 1+ Sux 1
***HAIL KAHSEENO***)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [1a. Biting Fur Gnarled Spot!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 9, 9 (Failure at target 7)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [1b. Biting again! + WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 7) [WP]
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Damage + 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Bone Writer] (spear Girlfriend. Dex 4 + Melee 2. +1 diff for Changing Action. WP)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Bone Writer] (Damage 6 + 1 + 1)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Twilight] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Twilight] WG: x.x
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Prayers to Broken Stone] [Stamina!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Twilight] Everything's quiet in the aftermath. The fight - tucked away in the strange little U-STORE-IT tucked up off the alley - is over in a matter of seconds. The Fat Man, the Whistler, and the grotesque corpse shuffling up behind the Whistler - the one covered in his scent - are still, pooling on the floor. Only the Fat Man bleeds red blood through the layers of bubble. The Whistler's blood is a sort of sterile gray, the vague female corpse is simply grotesque, falling backwards and disintegrating around the spear thrust that finally ends whatever strange, inhuman bonds have held her body together.
---
The Fat Man was watching It's a Wonderful Life on the television in the office on a VCR. He has three dozen other classic movies on VHS, from Breakfast at Tiffany's to Rear Window to Heidi to (appropriately enough) Psycho.
There are a few other storage lockers with various contraband. Two strung together are clearly a marijuana grow operation. They've recently harvested, but there are still two or three plants left inside, the heady scent of pot in the air. Another is stacked, floor to ceiling, with old library books. Yet another is full of misprinted Bibles, END TIMES ASSEMBLY stamped on the inner leaf.
Jimmy Stewart is yammering on about the building and loan, but it all goes by silently since someone tore the volume nob off. They will find in the office four or five hundred in cash and the world's largest collection of empty Twinky wrappers. Down the narrow walkway, in the refridgerated units, they find - body parts, nothing intact, fingers, ears, hands - all manner of body parts, gruesomely hacked from some once-living body. Once-human, in various stages of decay. The promised refrigeration unit is not particularly efficient, they find. And none of these appear to have arrived intact; just pieces.
Most of the units are taken up with this storage. There's one for ears; another for hands. Another nearly empty one devoted to noses, with just two specimens on the floor. A half-dozen disjointed legs, (right) next to another locket with at least ten to twelve pieces of left legs. Another devoted entirely to fingers; and another to thumbs.
Last is the one devoted to skulls. There are four, only one with the eyeballs still in their sockets; an old man with a matted, graying beard and long, stringy hair. All the signs of destitution. Fresher than the rest.
[Fire Claws] After the massive battle ensues it was a blur of attacks and kills. Moving with a pack had its advantages and it showed in this case. Patrick and Fire Claws move in tandem against the obese man that was once called Jenks. Fire Claws led out first, ripping open flesh and t-shirt and muscle and fat exposing the softer inner parts that. Prayer to Broken Stone came in and ripped the creature to near death.
A fury of rage and tactics take him down in a matter of milliseconds. The final bite coming from Fire Claws jaw. But Prayer for Broken Stone proved his battle prowess when going toe to toe with Whistler. Ripping flesh from bone in moments, leaving him worn down. Janis joined the fray with quick shots but not took a couple of moments to find her footing before shredding Whistler from the face of the earth.
Not before the agents of the wyrm got some shots in, leaving Fire Claws with the stench of rot and disgust over his fur. Something that would stick to him for a few days it seemed. However Whistler's girl seemed to hear his moans of pain and came a-callin. But she was nothing compared to the gathered Gaians. With LInus putting the finishing touches on the rotting corpse.
When it is all said and done, Fire Claws stands over the corpse of Whistler and pukes up the fatty mess and gore that came up from his stomach. Expelling the rot and grease and taint that was Jenks. Shifting down to his natural form, he sniffs at Whistler and then back at the rotting corpse. A strange smell coming off them. Barking out now.
~Strange. Smell of mating. Together. But she dead. He alive. He mated her?~
Looking to the rest,
~Strange two-legs mating with dead. Cannot make pups that way.~
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