Showing posts with label Joey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joey. Show all posts
[Rain McKellar] Rain's arms are crossed low over her middle. Her expression is somewhat anxious, but when she looks up to August as the other Gaian speaks it is with as much support as she can muster in this tense environment.

[Carter Roth] Carter frowns deeply at Balance Without Faults words and he shakes his head, an angry look flitting behind his eyes.

[Balance Without Fault] -- and the eightball comes back to Balance.

"I'm sorry to hear you've been so ill-used by your former mate, August. Tell us the name of this Garou so that we all know his dishonor."

The eightball goes back to August.

[Dibs list is currently: August, Matthieu, Danicka, Delilah.]

[August Grant] "Paul Kellogg. He seems to have .. left.." She'd rather use the word fled.. "the city." And once again, the eight ball is passed on.

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget stands at the doorway, listening to the conversation while munching on part of a sandwich. The tightness to her muscles and the smirk on her face expresses her discontent with the line of conversation. She takes a glass of ice water over to Carter and leans against his side. She offers the frigid beverage to the other kin, the corners of her mouth turning in a slight smile, an expression that simply says: here.

[Kora] Kora listens as Rain says her piece; her arms tighten when Balance Without Fault directs her to see to Izzy's complaint. The look she gives the Grand Elder is direct, her expression ironic, but not wry. When Carter speaks, the heavily pregnant Fenrir audibly rolls her eyes (seriously, Nash can [i]hear/i] it). She flashes him a look when he speaks up. Except for the obvious tension, the expression is quiet, animal, unreadable.

[Starla Navarro] Starla clucks her tongue against the roof of her mouth, shaking her head. She looks over her should at Kora, catching the eye-rolling expression of the Jarl. She turns back in her seat, shifting closer to Rain and draws a comforting arm around the kin's shoulders, hugging her.

[Jackson Montgomery] [[Add Jackson in after Delilah]]

[Derek Anderson] Derek listened, standing near Rain, August and Jackson. He owuld have loved to stand with people from his tribe but Sasha and Katherine weren't there, Gabriel wasn't invited and he didn't rally knewMatthieu except glimpsing at him at the loft the other night.

He looked relax, hands in his pockets. He had nothing to say about all this really. He has been well treated by his Tribe, other Garou and kinfolks he has met. Well Remy was a jerk but even then, it went pretty ok when he met him. He knew some people had problems with Garou, that some had bad experiences in the past. He wasn't one of them. Maybe it'll come, maybe he'll be like Izzy or maybe not. But for now, his life was good.Maybe he didn't need much, or maybe it was his upbringing, butr he was..ok with the way things were.

[Joey] When the meeting first came to order, Joey sat looking slightly away from the circle, her head moving nearly imperceptibly to the beat of some rhythm in her head. As soon as the eight ball started going around, though, her attention was on the people in the room, her dark eyes moving from speaker to speaker. For the most part, she just watches, listening attentively. She's silent, even when Izzy speaks up about her punishment, though there's a tension to her brow, a slight downward turn to the corners of her mouth. The frown doesn't leave her face, in fact worsens, especially when August speaks up, the kinswoman so obviously pregnant. Joey knew her mate, knew him for the filthy son of a bitch he could be, and not for the wisdom he supposedly held in the Nation. The fact that he would abandon his mate was hardly surprising to her, but infuriating. Wasn't August the girl he'd once mistaken Joey for? What a prick.

[Carter Roth] Carter takes that glass with a nod to Bridget as great a thanks as he could give at the moment, and sips it, still looking displeased but for now...silent.

[Matthieu] When the 8ball comes his way he stands in his usual regal posture before kin as well as his peers. He takes the time to acknowledge all who choose to look at him with a smile before speaking up and addressing the others present.

"I hear kin speaking about unity, and about working together and about organization. So allow me to speak up and please do hear what I have to say."

"Harrier's Grace was founded under the idea that the Mortal world is an important one which we garou have little direct grasp upon. In the heart of a city as large as Chicago we stand in an awkward position where mundane threats could see us utterly destroyed without the means to address them."

He takes the time to look over faces one by one.

"You wish to take part in the nation. You wish to take an active role in the pursuits of your own people then now is your chance. Harrier's Grace was founded specifically with the Kin in mind and with time and your assistance we should like to see that all are both cared for, as well as allowed to take an active role in this nation's happenings. We need eyes and ears, additionally we need faces and talented minds."

"The Mundane World is your world and if "We" the Garou are to control it we need our kin to stand with it. So any who stand ready to take an active role in a pack who will share in it's endeavours with all Garou and Kin who take part please step forth after this meeting."He smiles a little to everyone present.

"I do not wish this to be a recruiting event for a pack but what I am hearing is that Kin would like a chance to take a more active role in their society. This is what Harrier's Grace was formed with the intention of seeing through. So it remains relevant to the situation."

He then looks around at the others involved.

"We are one nation, we cannot exist without the whole of that nation working in unison. Our kin are our support network, our homes, and our families. Whatever one feels of their unique and individual position within this nation know now that we are not oblivious to the plight of our kin. We live and die with the hope that our people will remember us and more than anything our people are our kin."

"Perhaps we do not always show the proper deference or respect but we have a very difficult job."He then turns his attention to Izzy."When our kin stand and denounce us as if we have somehow broken some sacred vow it comes as a potent and dangerous blow. There are warriors in their graves at this very moment who have died defending the kin of this sept. I also promise you right now that if you were in danger there are at least one or two garou in this room alone who would stupidly rush off to their own deaths in order to rescue you. Remember this when you find yourself doubing the importance our kin hold to us."

"In the end we ask of our kin nothing more or less than we ask of ourselves."He says with a hint of a smile back at the kin."In the end we must all stand ready to give everything for this nation if that is what we must. That cannot be negociated it simply must be."

[Balance Without Fault] [Current dibs list: Danicka, Delilah, Jackson]

[Kora] (dibs!)

[Balance Without Fault] [and for the record - applying a -2 honor hit to Paul's sheet for getting publicly denounced before auspice and tribal councils, plus half the city's kin, reduced him to subcliath status. normally i wouldn't announce minor renown tweaks, but in this case it's a fairly substantial change in how other chars would perceive him.]

[Balance Without Fault] [...if, y'know, the char ever gets reactivated *LOL*]

[Balance Without Fault] [last OOC note! if your character holds precedence and wants to use it, make a note in your dibs-calling so i don't have to ask individually!]

[Danicka Musil] [I'm almost there! Sorry for the wait!]

[Danicka Musil] It's as though she had mental notes. Danicka gets the 8-ball after the Galliard Elder and speaks up. Directly, in fact, to Carter Roth.

"I know what you can do," she says plainly, and simply. Maybe even gently, though her voice is levelled directly at him in public. "I also know, and I am the only person currently in this room who knows as well as you do, what it means to be raised as a Kin of Thunder.

"The Garou will never see you as their equal. You may be able to heal with a touch, but you will never be able to fight as well as they can. You will never know what it is like to enter a new body and hunt on all fours. You cannot cross between worlds at will. You will never share a full measure of their power, and so you will never be seen as their equal." She pauses a moment. "You say you will not work for the Nation without equality. You will never get it. And in this way -- knowing what the stakes are, knowing what we all stand to lose -- you are more selfish and dishonorable than any Kinfolk in this room.

"Even in human government, if you ally insults you and will not yield, will not compromise, those alliances end, often bloodily. So too will your connection to the Garou you want to treat you as an equal. Work with them or work alone, but do not get in their way or you will be cut down. We aren't fools, Mr. Roth, not raised in our tribe. Amunet is trying to find a way to decrease our marginalization. And if you want to be involved, at some point you will have to submit to another's leadership -- and it might be Kin, but ultimately it will be to the Garou. Suck it up or get out of the way."

A pause. She looks at Amunet. "You do guard the alliance jealously, Amunet. Bridget is right about that. You seemed secretive even to me, when I tried to show you nothing but support and interest. You need to work on that attitude, or all your efforts are going to be in vain. When you come to this meeting and then break the rules, you don't show yourself as a very good leader for Kinfolk, much less someone the Garou might listen to. I want this to work. By god, believe me, I want this to work. But the Kinfolk have to grow up. We all have suffered, but not a thing is going to get done til we all get over it for the sake of the greater good. And those of you who can't do that, whose angst and baggage is too much to let go of, I don't even know why you bothered to show up."

She takes a deep breath and exhales it slowly. "The last attempt at a coalition of kinfolk failed because the Kin involved wanted it to be some kind of perfectly equal democracy, and that will. Not. Work. Even Garou have to follow orders they don't agree with sometimes. We do too, if we want to be of any real use at all."

[Balance Without Fault] [delilah, jackson, kora, and then BWF is retaking the ball!]

[Kora] (drop Kora from the list, pls!)

[Carter Roth] Carter meets Danika's gaze and he shakes his head at the woman. Before flipping her the bird, he might not have the 8 ball, so he won't speak, but the message is clear enough.

[Delilah Marciano] When the 8 ball finds its way into the Glass Walker's hands, she holds it up, gives it a good hard shake. She stares at the rubber triangle for a second; the curve of her generous mouth etches into a thinly veiled frown.

"Will this end well?" Delilah asks the ball, "Maybe."

She turns her eyes up to meet the Grand Elder's gaze for second, tilting her head to watch the rest of the room. "This, esteemed rhya, is the breeding ground for the discontent. You ask us for our opinions, you tell us to lay our grievances out into the open, so that we may be heard, so we may have a voice..."

A beat, her body shifts, rolls the plastic ball between her hands, "What is this all for? To what purpose will listening to our bitching serve you, in your judgment of us? They are unhappy, they expressed this, and yet, it will not change. We all know this - you said it yourself, it's not a democracy."

She shakes her head slowly, "Amunet is trying to organize an alliance, it has been said by Ms. Musil, it will not work. There is no organization, this is like trying to herd cats, they won't cooperate without first laying a foundation. Training kinfolk in self-defense and first-aid will do very little against a monster breathing down their necks. If the Wyrm wants to kill us, it will do so."

"The best efforts of the kin, if they wish to come together and organize, is to take a step away from the front lines, and work behind the scenes as we are meant to do. With our mortal influences, our skills, and our connections. We are the first line of defense in covering up the messes that the Garou like to make in the mundane world."

With that, she shrugs her shoulders and hands the ball off to the next person that so desires it.

[Kora] (change my mind still keeping dibs!)

[Danicka Musil] Carter flips Danicka off. She shrugs at him and gestures to Danny that she'd like an ice water.

[Balance Without Fault] [bwf takes the ball!]

[Izzy Montoya] She looks around and finally grabs a glass of ice water, and taps her ashes into it. It'll do for now. It also serves to keep her expression hidden for a moment.

It's likely a good thing.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Did he cut or did I lose my turn? :) ]]

[Holden] [cutteR!]

[Balance Without Fault] [he totally cut.]

"First and last strike for you, Mr. Roth."

Then, to Delilah:

"I was actually about to address that. I've got a few things on my agenda tonight, and we're still on number one. I'd like to hear specific concerns from kin first and settle them as I can -- so frankly, Garou and kin of Maelstrom, we're starting to get a little off topic with all the philosophy.

"After that, I've got two incidents I want to go over. After that, I want to discuss and settle certain issues with the coalition itself.

"Let's get back to the kin. Specific concerns, bring them forth."

-- and on to Jackson.

[Gina McClaren] *Gina's heard enough, and she who had a voice designed - accent and all - for other's pleasure in her speaking - had nothing nice to say. So like her sweet pikey mother had told her with a rap of knuckles across teeth -

"Effen ye've naethen nice tae say, fer christs sakes jes shut yer fookin crumbhole."

She moves towards the kitchens, bumping past the folk in the door with a low sung "Oot the road please" - before moving to fuss with the food there, warming what had grown cold, cooling what had grown warm . Taking a hefty slug from a dented flask drawn deep from the V of dark cleavage. Liquor finally offered to Bridget and Carter in turn.*

[Carter Roth] Carter grimaces at Balance without Fault and shakes his head at the man, he does not however flip the man the bird. He simply looks to Bridget who was standing by his side looked back to Balance, and dropped his water letting it clatter to the floor loudly, maybe even shatter. He looked around at his fellow kinsman, all who had come here with the understanding that they would be free to speak...obviously that was not the case.

Before he turned and walked out a brief nod given to Gina and her alcohol.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] He takes the 8-Ball with a respectful nod. Yes, he is a good kin. Mostly.

"I had one more concern to bring up, Rhyas. It seems like...and I don't think this is an endemic issue, but I've seen it a couple times now...some Garou try to instruct kin who...well, really shouldn't be. And I know people may wonder what right I have to say that. But I grew up in a family that was blessed. Both of my siblings were Garou. My father was an Ahroun. I like to think I know a fair amount, though not everything, about certain matters. I won't give a ton of examples...but one I specifically recall is that a kin, new to our city and rather wet behind the ears, was witness to a Thrall frenzy that took place here. I was present and got the kin to safety...after I left, said kin was told by a Garou that in case of a frenzy, playing dead was a good idea. As if a Garou who was in frenzy, especially Thrall frenzy, would just leave them alone if they were lying prone and pretending to be dead."

He pauses, trying to figure out how to word this without seeming disrespectful. "To be honest, I was dumbstruck when the kin told me this. It's...really bad advice, to say the least. I've passed it on to Roman, who has passed it further on...but it seems like some Garou could use some kind of instruction themselves before they're taking kinfolk under their responsibility."

He hands it back to Balances-Without-Fault.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Oh fuck. You know who that was supposed to be. :P ]]

[Danicka Musil] [*points and laughs at samael*]

[Nash] [I for one am proud of Sarita and wish him all the best.]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[I'm working and shit and it was bound to happen eventually AND LEMME ALONE! *mock cries and runs away* Okay nah, it's funny, ngl]]

[Balance Without Fault] Over behind the bar, Danny suddenly blurts out a cough that sounds suspiciously like a laugh. He claps his hand over his mouth and holds up the other. "I know, Mr. Balance. First and last warning. Sorry." And he mimes the zipping of his mouth.

Balance, for his part, takes the ball and answers Jackson directly. "Do you or does anyone know the name of this Garou?"

The ball goes back to Jackson.

[Quinn] So far, Quinn hasn't had anything to bring up, no concerns or grievances to air. For the most part, she keeps out of the way, helping where she can but generally staying under the radar. But when someone says the advice given in times of Thrall was to "play dead," her blue eyes widen, then her fine dark brows constrict.

When she rises, it's not to intercept that passage of the eight ball. It's to raise a brow at Carter Roth, the look simply How rude, trail briefly in his wake, and bend to retrieve the fallen glass of water. She gestures to Danny to bring a towel or something to clean up the water.

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget writes something on a napkin and tucks it into Carter's hand before he decides to shatter his glass all over the floor and make his way out. She stifles a tiny laugh-- it's not at all audible and she turns her face in Danny's direction so she doesn't disturb the conversation-- but it's there.

Gina thankfully offers up some booze, which the Stag kin thankfully takes so she can stifle her grin and shut the fuck up.

[Jackson Montgomery] He takes the ball and seems hesitant to name names at the moment. The information was passed along, but he was given a request. "Kristen. She's a Fianna Theurge who stays here at the Brotherhood...I don't know her last name or her deed name." Handed back.

[Kieran Mondblume] *His eyes widen at that, and he looks back and forth. He frowns, clearly pondering.*

[Balance Without Fault] "Jenny," Balance speaks directly to the woman watching quietly from over by the kitchen door, "can you get a message to Kristen? Let her know a Thralled Homid would sooner munch a dead body than ignore it, and that maybe she shouldn't run around teaching the kin for a while.

"Unfortunately," this is to all, "Garou rarely have time these days to be fully trained before stepping out into the world as Cliaths. The war's too desperate, and we need soldiers. The downside is occasionally we get a good soldier whose education has been a little lacking in certain non-essential regards.

"There's really no way prevent these things from happening. I can't publish a manual of Everything You Should and Shouldn't Say To Kin. All we can do is troubleshoot one incident at a time, so I appreciate your bringing this up."

And the ball goes to Kora.

[Danicka Musil] There's a glance from Shadow Lord Kinswoman to Shadow Lord Elder when Carter leaves. It's hard to read, for those that don't know her -- for those that are, at the moment, invested in other conversations. He might understand. He might not, even as well as he knows her.

Danicka sips her ice water, and waits for the next blowup.

[Gina McClaren] *Gina's expression at the breaking of glass is one of frank annoyance. She stands in the kitchen in her barefeet, and hisses irritation. Singing lowly to bridget - yes.. without the 8-ball.*

Trade ye tha sip o' firewater fer yer gi'en tha broom, Bridget darlin. Dinnae fancy me bloody feet on account o' foolishness, aye?

[Balance Without Fault] [wait, is Kristen there? i see her logged in. i know patrick's the fianna alpha, but jacqui ain't here tonight. well, if Kristen's here, BWF would speak directly to her.]

[Balance Without Fault] Danny, meanwhile, is hurrying over with dustpan and broom. He shakes his head mutely at Gina and Bridget, forefinger to lips, waving them off. The message is clear: I got it!

[Kristen Burke] ((I was told that Kristen was not allowed to be here As such she has not tried to speak or rebut what was said about her.))

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget moves to action, sets her glass down on the bar, and helps pick up Carter's mess despite her amusement. It's alright, the movement gives her something to do. She shakes her head at Danny and helps him anyway.

[Balance Without Fault] [OK, I just saw Jacqui sign on, so I guess Kristen wouldn't be there after all. Assume Jenny sends her a polite note repeating what BWF said, only a lot nicer and reflexively-apologetic!]

[Gina McClaren] *Gina remains in place. You know. So as not to step in glass with the bare feet. But Danny gives her the shush and she raises an eyebrow in a clear expression of "Oh Enough." An incredulous shake of her head mirroring the Fianna's.*

[Quinn] Quinn's gotten most of the bigger chunks gathered carefully into one hand. When Danny arrives with dustpan and broom, she smiles warmly and rises to carry her burden to the nearest trash bin, which happens to be in the kitchen. When she comes back out again, she weaves around the outside of the circle to return to her seat.

[Kora] There's something - implicitly feral about the heavily pregnant Garou tonight. She's standing, not sitting. She should sit. Some of the people tonight are long winded - not telling stories, not remembering deeds, not discussing the dead - just talking.

Those closest to her can feel her restlessness like ozone in the air around her. It does not take much to bring it forward these nights, careful as she has to be now, pregnant as she is. Alone here tonight, her brother - her Godi - gone, her beta in another Sept, seeking his own tribe for challenge.

By the time the eight-ball comes her way, Carter is gone. Her dark eyes follow his path through the room; she catches the scribbing Bridget does on a napkin, watches until the kinsman has left the restaurant.

The creature's generous mouth flattens then. Whatever she meant to say is distilled down to this: "I have kept my territory open to all tribes, Garou certainly, kin more so. It's unreasonable to expect you to live in a city and somehow keep track of our changing, Balkanized territory. But, Wyrmbreaker-rhya, that man is barred from mine. I trust you will pass it on to him."

[Kieran Mondblume] [Dibs?]

[Balance Without Fault] [back to BWF, then Kieran!]

[Honor's Compass] Katherine and Patrick both here, somewhere, and their player is very apologetic for being tardy! She suggests Katherine is looking very pretty in white standing somewhere near pack-mates and as well as Balance Without Fault and Patrick is over yonder possibly looking confused -- also in a very pretty way, albiet more masculine -- or simply bored.

Carry on!

[Adamidas] She opens her mouth, then closes it. Her attention seems to be intent on what is going on, and before she can really say anything, the Fury turns her head in the direction of... something. Slightly to the left. She gives the Grand Elder a look and taps her chest with two index fingers, then gestures behind her with her thumb.

Whatever that look says, it must be important. If given the okay, she slips out as quickly as she enters. Just as understated, and punctuated with a pop.

[Balance Without Fault] Though Carter's departure didn't provoke an immediate response from the Garou named for his balance, it's remarked on when the ball comes back into his possession.

"Wyrmbreaker, your kinsman disrespected this gathering again with his dramatic departure. See to it. And let him know that his antics only resulted in the very kin he professes to champion scrambling to clean up his mess."

He nods to Adamidas, then, before continuing.

"At this point I'm going to make a last call for kin to bring forward their concerns. If there's nothing else, we're moving on."

[on to Kieran! and if there are any more kin concerns, call dibs now cuz BWF is about to move things along]

[Quinn] [dibs because I gotta get something out in case I have to bail before the end!]

[Wyrmbreaker] Wyrmbreaker nods mutely to Kora and and Balance, the second nod deeper than the first. Then he gets up, leaning over to murmur briefly to Danicka before excusing himself from the gathering.

[Kieran Mondblume] *He pushes up, and then he takes the eight ball, shaking it idly.* Clearly, if he's getting pissed off enough to drop a glass onto the ground and leave, something screwed up happened to him in the past. I think that's part of the problem. We can't fix these problems without years and years of therapy that we don't have time for.

*He tosses the eight ball to his other hand.* But I will say, I've noticed every kin has their skills and talents. I don't think I'm alone in saying, I'd like to hear about those instead.

[Quinn] The tall Fiann has retaken her seat now. It should be noted that she's wearing clothes, and they're probably pretty nice, and probably includes a shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal the tattoo on her right arm. Nothing fancy, just some cool looking birds.

Anyway!

She sits up a little straighter when there seems to be a lull, lifts her chin, and indicates she'd like the magic eight ball next. When it comes to her, Quinn doesn't shake it to read her fortune, though she does smile a little down at it before standing to address the assembled.

"Hello," she says, her voice warm, and still carries a touch of a Baltimore accent. "I'm Quinn, I own The Winchester tavern up in Lake View. Some of you might've heard of it. Like The Brotherhood, we've only got kin on staff, so it's a safe place. If any of you are in the area and find yourself in need of a place to rest or otherwise recuperate for a while, the doors are open. To Kin and Garou alike." After that, she rolls the ball from one hand to the other, says, "That's it," and passes it down the line rather than tossing it to the grand elder.

[Nash] The Jarl is understandably restless. On this side of the bar, the Fenrir are all standing; Nash looks like he probably ought to sit down, but for the moment, he's still on his feet, his right arm held up against his midsection while bruised eyes watch the proceedings--silently, now that that first [and last] outburst is over with.

There is a lot going on, between Strider and Lord Kinfolk slamming out and slamming glasses. Nash, unlike many others, doesn't have to stifle laughter. He glances around, then finds a place to rest his eyes when Kora starts to speak. He looks back at her when the Uktena speaks, as if looking for something, but he doesn't lean over to whisper or anything else that might be considered disruptive.

[Delilah Marciano] Delilah sighs; she steps away from the table glancing around at the assembly one final time. She has heard enough, and the Grand Elder has yet to get beyond the first line of questioning. She turns away, slipping off in silence towards the back entrance of the Brotherhood' hand retrieves her phone, texting her driver to come around to the back side to pick her up as she left the meeting.

[Kora] There's something about the way Kora handled the eight-ball. Held it as if it were a cracked bone, as if there were marrow in it - rather than likely toxic water locked behind a window with catchy sayings on a plastic weighted die by children chained to extruding machines in some unlikely backwater of Guangdong province, China.

That sense of animal lingers around her. Her hair is pale, fine-stranded, her skin equally pale, winter-thing, dark eyes set above sharp cheeks made softer by the extra weight of advanced pregnancy. No matter: the wolf is still visible underneath. As now. Nash glances at her, and she lifts her chin, canting her head, dark eyes finding his with an unerring sort of grace. She holds the look for a quiet moment, then glances away.

[Balance Without Fault] The eightball comes back to Balance eventually, passed hand to hand until someone loses patience and tosses it. Catching it neatly, the Grand Elder takes a drink of water before going on.

"Let's discuss that in a minute, Kieran, when we talk about the coalition some more. I have two incidents I want to go over. Unfortunately, Amunet, they both involve you.

"First up: the Brotherhood defense plans were posted up a couple of weeks ago, and you seemed to have something to say about it. Jenny mentioned you removed the original posting as something of an act of protest." Over by the kitchen, Jenny looks mildly mortified. "What was that about, and has that been settled?"

[Amunet Knezevic] "It was less an act of protest than an act of frustration, Rhya. Again, the perception of being dictated to, rather than being acknowledged as being willing to work together. I apologize for my rash decision, and hope that my actions will not reflect poorly on those who can be held responsible for me."

Her fingers run in her hair, eyes flickering away before meeting BWF's once more. "It has been offered that there be a meeting with myself and those charged with the safety of the Brotherhood. I believe it is just a matter of finding a convenient time for everyone, and then the matter should be settled."

[Danicka Musil] [Dibs!]

[Gina McClaren] *Her flask of corn liquor is reclaimed and settled back in her assets as she steps aside for the exiting Glasswalker kin. Strider kin maneuvering her way out of the kitchen with an eye to the floor, wary for any invisible shards lying in wait for small burnished feet. The kin moves to stand between Leon and Matt, dwarfed by a good foot or more by each. Curvy kin's body language filling in the gaps where verbal communication was not allowed. She leans on Mirror's whisper, floury skirt no doubt soiling his perfectly pressed suit. A painted toe prods Hostile Takeover's knee, accompanied by a wry smile and a roll of eyes. Familiarity and Affection for both, mingled with no small exasperation at the proceedings. Her attention shifts to those speaking.*

[Honor's Compass] [Kate has something to add! How do I -- *hits the buzzer*]

[Danicka Musil] [Danicka yields to the ranked Garou present *gavel*]

[Wyrmbreaker] [dibs order is Kate, Danicka, then probably BWF.]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Sarita doesn't fail to notice Gina's brief interaction, such as it is, with Leon. Her eyes narrow a little bit, watching them, and anyone paying attention to her would notice a bit of bristling. She doesn't speak out, merely watches for a long moment before looking back.

Yeah. She'll be dealing with that later.

[Matthieu] Matthieu made certain to follow the kin across the floor. Whether Gina knew it or not those eyes followed her quietly. She drew closer and closer and even took the chance to squeeze herself between he and his beta. A slight smile grew and he peeked up at the woman with a hint of a smile. She had likely been drinking and was feeling pleasant. Which was surprisingly okay with the Garou who looked up at her with familiar eyes.

He didn't speak however, simply welcomed her to join if she pleased.

[Leon Davenport] Finally something interesting happening to this meeting And no it's not an angry kin storming out or incidents involving one with the Broho'splan or anything else. No, it's the presence of a beautiful caramel skinned Strider kin, moving between him and his Alpha.

Shelean into Matt and that makes him smile, a genuine rare one from the Ahroun these days. Then she prds hm and the smile grew wider. He kept hi hands in his pants pockets, his smile turning into a grin. Then his piercing blue eyes were back on the meeting

There has been no GW kin here that he knew of. After all he knew Delilah only by her GWnet handle. He didn't want any of his tribe's kin getting into troubel tonight. He seem ot have had his wish granted.

[Kieran Mondblume] *His eyes, however, remain on Amy, and the Grand Elder. He looks, very briefly, worried, though it passes rather quickly. Nothing else in the meeting seems to catch his dark eyes.*

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget finally retakes her seat, glass in hand. Her brown eyes shift around the room as if for a second, she forgot where she was. The kinswoman shakes it off and sips the remaining whiskey, her eyes floating somewhere between Patrick and Kieran for whatever reason.

[Honor's Compass] Honor's Compass, who has, up until this moment been relatively silent, merely a formidable presence in so far as a regal Silver Fang of her ranking should be, standing to one side with her arms neatly folded over her chest; her coat open to reveal silk blouse beneath, the designer jeans and knee-high boots.

Immaculate as ever, she somehow managed to avoid it becoming ridiculous; her carefully arranged hair; her glossed lips. It was the animal grace in her that controlled it; the thrill of danger posed by those pale eyes of hers as they sweep the assembly, as manicured nails close over the eight ball.

Her eyes find Sarita's sister.

"If I may, Rhya," she says in her voice, rippling with its hint of french gentility, "I have some knowledge of these goings on. I was approached here at the Brotherhood by Adara, Song of Life, a Black Fury Galliard I believe my Alpha put in charge of the Brotherhood plans, along with Adamidas. She told me of the issues with the Kinswoman."

A beat. "She asked my council, and two sides to this issue were brought before me, one from Garou and the other spoken on the behalf of the Kinfolk by one of Cockroaches Kin." The Fang's lip curves a little, inexplicably. "My sense was that they were working at cross-purposes, here. The Kinfolk, rightly enough, want their say in their own safety, but the Garou have their own notions on how Kinfolk need to be so protected.

My advice was to meet together, and discuss it. I believe this is the meeting Amunet is referring to."

[Nash] With his left hand, Nash reaches up to scrub at his scruffy face when the tiny Indian woman moves across the room and proceeds to cause the blood pressure of at least four Trueborn to spike. He doesn't sigh or stare, but when his hand comes away from his face and returns to his jacket pocket the kinsman glances over at Kora again.

That glance lasts only so long as the silence between active speakers; a few seconds after the regal blonde begins to speak, his eyes slowly drift away to acknowledge her.

[Rain McKellar] ((Rain will stay with the other Gaian kin until the meeting lets out, but her player must go to sleep soon. Thanks, all, for the scene.))

[Balance Without Fault] [night!]

[Danicka Musil] This time, the ball comes to Danicka more easily, since her mate has excused himself from the proceedings for the moment and it seems that Danicka doesn't trust herself to catch the bizarre little toy if lobbed her way. She hears about the defense plan -- something she's only heard rumors of, not the story she just got. She looks at Amunet briefly when she takes the 8-ball, but in the end, doesn't address the Strider kin as she did earlier.

"-Rhya," she says, to Balance Without Fault, "the Kinfolk have tried before to establish leadership amongst themselves before, but in that case and in this one, there's a serious problem with Garou being kept out of the loop." She thinks a moment. "If the Kinfolk want to be heard by the Garou -- to have a voice, for example, in deciding the defense plan for the Brotherhood of Thieves, to have at least some kind of vote in matters that affect them personally, then is there any reason why the Garou in charge of defense for this place should not have a Kinfolk -- preferably a resident -- whose counsel is sought in decisions about it?"

A beat. She blinks those round, green eyes of hers, turning to look at Amunet. "And maybe, if only to limit the amount of suspicion and paranoia and rumors of discontent, maybe an alliance of Kinfolk would have a better chance of success if there is a Garou involved in the proceedings and decisions being made -- not to dictate, not to rule, but to communicate the needs the Garou have to the Kin, and vice versa?"

[Balance Without Fault] Balance listens to Katherine with clear attentiveness; then Danicka.

"It's become increasingly clear to me tonight that some level of constant communication needs to be set up between the Garou of this Sept and the Kin. That's part of what I wanted to discuss when we talk about the coalition a little more. I realize I've delayed the discussion of the coalition again and again, but I'm going to have to ask for your patience a little longer."

He turns back to Amunet.

"There will always be some level of dictation, Amunet. I've said it before and I'll say it again. The Nation is not a democracy. There is one Grand Elder. One Warder. One warleader. One Garou in charge of the defense of the Brotherhood, and one Garou assisting her.

"It's not your place to rebel against that order. If you feel unheard, then speak. You may bring your suggestions up, just as anyone else can -- and it seems that with Honor's Compass's counsel, you intend to do exactly that.

"You may not, however, display blatant insubordination to those who rank over you. And you must understand that the final say still belongs to those charged with the keeping of the Brotherhood. This isn't a kin/Garou issue. It's a simple issue of hierarchy. I would say the same to your sister Sarita, or even to the Philodox Elder."

Balance turns the magic eightball over in his hands, then continues.

"The second point I wanted to address specifically is this. I've heard reports that you were seeking a Garou to ... beat you? And that you would tape this as some sort of instructional video?

"What's the story there, Amunet? I hardly know where to begin."

[Amunet Knezevic] She looks very tired, very suddenly, tongue bitten to keep herself quiet as she waits her turn.

[Kieran Mondblume] *He flinches visibly.*

[August Grant] A brow rose.

That sounded like the single most stupid idea she's heard in awhile.

Was that girl daft?

[Izzy Montoya] She's wanting.... what?! Izzy's head whips about so quickly her hair flies in a semi circle, smacking her in the face while she stares at Amunet with dropped jaw.... only to have it snap shut on the comment not quite bitten back..

"Motherfu..." snap.

She turns, and stalks to the kitchen. She needs a serious drink. Now.

[Quinn] Quinn actually does a double-take, and frowns at Amunet.Her thoughts are similar August's. What would that even teach?

[Kieran Mondblume] *He raises one hand, however, before forgetting himself, and he holds his hand out for the ball.*

[Jackson Montgomery] He blinks as the idea for the original plan comes out in a horribly mangled, telephone version of what was actually discussed. He looks at Balances With Fault, then at Amunet and back, before he takes a [[DIBS]] after Amunet.

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget tenses in her little corner of the world, and the nearly empty glass falls into her lap before she catches it. A slight amount of whiskey and ice bleed into the fabric.

"Shit," she says under her breath. Looking directly to BWF with an expression of apology, she zips it quickly, gathers her skirts, and moves towards the kitchen following Izzy.

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Though I am willing to wait for dibs till after Amy and Jackson have had their say))

[Leon Davenport] Leon blinked a few times, eyes on Amy. Ok...now that was..well..totally crazy even for her. He actually had to look at Sarita with a brow raised as if asking her..what the hell? But he doesn't say anything, doesn't smile or anything. He was mostly, perplexed by all of this.

He had an idea why she'd ask that, but to him it dodn't seem like the right way to do things.

[Danicka Musil] Danicka, in the face of people restraining the urge to curse, of staring, of double-takes... blinks at Amunet. There's no anger, no sudden omgwtfbbq. But surprise. And definite, strong interest in hearing something other than the rumor that Balance Without Fault wants to be explained and clarified.

[Gina McClaren] *Wait - woah.. What? Gina arcs her back away from Matt, squinting at the better bred strider kin across the room. Expression caugt between disgust and disbeleif. She looks up to Matt meaningfully, as if to say "Didn't I tell you? Crazy. Every fucking one of them." That flask gets retrieved and sampled from once more.*

[Amunet Knezevic] "Okay. So" She takes a deep breath. Remember what Stefan said, Ames...

"First of all, it was an idea that was being batted around. Just that. I'm unsure why everyone seems content to run around asking everyone else why I'm doing what I'm doing, but that seems to be the trend. It was considered, it was discussed, and nothing has been done. There's no reason for anyone to assume that it's moving forward.

As for being secretive and not wanting Garou involvement in the alliance, that is simply not true. The Shadow Lord Nathalie has offered her assistance, and I have taken her up on that. I'm not hiding anything. I'm not trying to exclude anyone that would benefit the alliance."

She gestures toward the departing Bridget. "She wants to talk, but she wasn't there for the conversation. She's referring to Adara, the Fury. She asked to be included in the alliance, and when reminded it was a kinfolk alliance, she compared it to the KKK. Jackson was there for the conversation. I'm sure he can back me up. My issue with allowing her to be part of this isn't that she's Garou, it's that she's a shitty excuse for a Garou."

[Quinn] [dibs!]

[Wyrmbreaker] [Dibs is Jackson, Kieran, Quinn right now -- though BWF might cut in line at some point!]

[Quinn] [WHOOPS! That was supposed to be Joey!]

[Amunet Knezevic] [I'm assuming she'll be asked to explain that....]

[Wyrmbreaker] [joey --> jackson --> kieran]

[Kieran Mondblume] ((And Ki gives up his dibs.)) *He lowers his hand again, and then he goes back to listening.*

[Honor's Compass] [Damn it, now Kate has to speak up. SORRY.]

[Wyrmbreaker] [kate --> joey --> jackson --> kieran]

[Matthieu] His eyes meet Gina's own and he looks back at the kin though he doesn't nod. His eyes say enough and he reassures her with a slight pat to the small of her back. Though the Galliard doesn't wish to appear as if he isn't listening and taking in every word. Indeed he was listening to everything that was said. Formulating an opinion on each and every personality that shows itself here tonight.

[Izzy Montoya] She's not long. Long enough to have a shot and pour a second that she brings with her, in time to hear that it was just an idea being bat around, without nay explanation whatsoever. Her jaw tenses, and she finds a space of wall to lean against, setting the glass on the table and lighting another cigarette.

[Jackson Montgomery] [[Officially voicing a request to try to keep a bit closer to the 10 minute posting limit that was established for Dibbers.]]

[Honor's Compass] Katherine's eyes cut toward Amy.

"That is the second occasion I have heard, and the first directly from your lips of insult to Song of Life, Amunet. I do not care who you believe you are, who your mate is or how valid your cause -- you will pay the respect due to a Garou or you will be sending your mate to every door in the Sept to make amends for your mouth.

I said it before, I say it again.

Respectful disagreement."

[Bridget Geroux] Bridget returns soon after, patting at her skirt with a towel. She passes Izzy and takes her seat again, then offers her hand up to speak for the second time.

[Bridget Geroux] [Dibs when it gets her direction]

[Kora] Kora does not glance at Amunet. Her dark eyes track Izzy, though, as she weaves through the room. Then, the creature glances back at Nash. Fine blond brows arch eloquently over her shadowed eyes. Restlessness runs patterned beneath her skin. Even standing still she looks ready to prowl.

[Wyrmbreaker] [joey --> jackson --> kieran --> bridget]

[August Grant] Even though she really, really wanted to be here for this lovely conversation - the pregnant girl's bladder could only hold out so long. So, carefully enough, she made her way to the ladies room .. and then to the kitchen, where she'd find a snack and linger in the door for a moment eating before returning to her chair.

[Joey] The magic eight ball starts to head toward another kin, but the Fostern Rotagar indicates the need for an interception. It goes to Kate first, and when it gets to Joey, she palms it, and inclines her head toward Amy.

"Just t'clarify, this idea," she reaches up her free hand to pantomime air quotes, "was brought to the elders 'cause you'd already gone at least to Burnout lookin' for a volunteer. And when I talked to you about it, everything you said told me you were set on goin' through with it, despite warnings and consequences.

"So you're not bein' called out on it just 'cause someone's followin' some sort've trend."

The eight ball is passed on.

[Kieran Mondblume] ((Ki actually gave up his dibs.))

[Amunet Knezevic] [dibs after bridget, please]

[Wyrmbreaker] [jackson --> bridget --> amunet!]

[Jackson Montgomery] He takes the 8=Ball and steps forward. "Just to provide my own perspective on this idea. Which, at least when we discussed it, was just an idea. It was brainstorming possibilities, nothing more. Amunet asked me, since I was a film student, if there was a way for us to be able to film...not a Garou beating the tar out of a kinfolk, Amy or otherwise. But potential sparring sessions. The reason for this would be that, if we were in a situation where combat was inevitable, we'd be more capable. This wasn't 'Beat the shit out of me and film it and you'll know what it's like to be in a fight. Hell, a Garou could spar with someone in homid and we could film that. These specifics weren't even gone over because it was one three minute portion of one much longer discussion.

"The key was, and what we were discussing, was that if it was done, it would have to be done securely. No internet access to the video. Not multiple copies floating around. Again, this was a big if, and I felt it was conceivably possible, if not a sure thing. No one was setting up sets or anything like that, I wasn't figuring out lighting and camera angles or what lens to use. As near as I knew, Amunet was checking with Garou to see if there would even be volunteers, because if not the rest didn't even matter.

He frowns. "If there was some kind of telephone situation where it wasn't properly communicated, then there you have it. But the idea was far saner and far more brainstorming than that I just heard. Obviously the Veil was our first concern and what we were discussing before any considerations came into play."

[Hunter] [hunter taking dibs after bridget, before amunet]

[Gina McClaren] *Gina's taking a fourth shot. Amazing how much alcohol can disappear into the little Indian woman in so short a period of time. The flask's cap clinks metallic and resolute as its popped on tightly. Flask itself handed to Leon, a flat palm held up, then making an abrupt cutting motion. The fuzziness in her stomach and the hazy tingle behind brown eyes told her anymore would loosen her tongue, and no one wanted that tonight. So the woman who was rapidly becoming a lush entrusts her fire water to the Glasswalker , before settling back against the Silverfang's comforting hand. Her eyes slip firmly shut.*

[Balance Without Fault] [bridget --> hunter --> amunet]

[Bridget Geroux] "That reminds me when Carter took your injuries last time. We all asked you about the bruises and you wouldn't answer. I let it go because you seemed uncomfortable, but if I thought for a second you might want someone to beat you up... What the hell, Amy? How do you expect to display leadership among us with... whatever is going on?"

She stops and shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Amy. That got a bit too personal. But when I saw you talking to Song of Life, I just couldn't hear it anymore. By the way, she has shown nothing but the utmost respect for my crazy ass ways and was one of the very few Garou who has encouraged me to keep doing my work rather than some Garou who have discouraged me from it. Maybe they've done it because they cared, but she is one of the few Garou I'd be more than willing to invite to my own house just to shoot the shit. I respect and admire the hell out of the Garou who treat kinfolk-- even those not of their tribe-- like the family we are. Family might be my whole grievance in the first place."

"My other issue with the alliance is, like Danicka repeated earlier, that it is too jealously guarded, even from other kinfolk. My father, Meuric 'Bear' Geroux for those of you who care about the formality, used to tell me all the time how Septs grow weaker when not even the kinfolk can rely on one another as family."

[Leon Davenport] He looked at Gina with a grin and took the flask out of her hand, making it disapear in his suit's jacket. He nodded to her, letting her know it will be returned to her eventually. Not that it wasn't a big deal if she had something of hers. She had something of him.

So it was with familiarity that he gently nudge her before looking back at those talking.

[Bridget Geroux] [First part got cut off:]
Bridget looks towards Amy with raised eyebrows as she takes the 8 ball, an expression of genuine concern.

[Balance Without Fault] [hunter's up, then amunet, then BWF is taking the ball]

[Hunter] [oh shit browser didn't refresh gimme a minute]

[Danicka Musil] At the bar, Danicka glances at the door, wondering about her mate, and frankly about Carter. She sips her water and returns her attention to the discussion. There's no lightly thoughtful look on her face now. She's quite serious. Bordering, in fact, on visibly tense.

[Hunter] The eight ball gets grasped in one meaty palm and he doesn't stand to speak.

"Amy came to me first I believe, out of any Garou, sayin' she wanted me to do it. I explained this to her at the time but I'll repeat it because it seems ya' don't quite get it Jackson."

A beat.

"For starters, Amy squarin' off vs me in any form is just gonna be a beatin' plain n' simple. That's just all there is to it. Secondly from what I was told the purposes for doin' this was so that kinfolk could get some expertise on how to fight against a fuckin' spiral -- scuse ma language -- n'that she'd want me to fight her not just in human form.

Now I don't know what ya' know bout' spirals but fightin' ya' is about the last thing they're gonna do. It won't be in human form, so sparrin' vs me in homid ain't gonna teach ya' shit. It won't be to kill ya' n'I don't think I need to -- nor should I try to, or am adequately able to -- express just what they'd be tryin' to do.

The flaws of this video been pointed out by my Beta quite clearly to Amy, but from where I stand there's some seriously misguided ideas based on the fact that ya' thought that me puttin' a kin near death would actually help anyone learn anythin' of value against that group'a devils."

There's a beat and then:

"The fact that ya' thought me doin' that could help is, quite frankly, god damn insultin'."

Possession.

[Drawn in Blood] [Gnosis]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 10, 10

[Memory] Roman's arrival was prompt. He was the first to arrive shortly ahead of the others and the scene was decidedly vacant. It wasn't unusual for a street to be left Vacant let alone a park! But it was unusual for two police cars to be parked on the side of the road with doors wide open... Abandoned. Without so much as a light flashing overhead. It was also strangely suspicious to find a corpse just lying on the road... Long enough that the steam rising from it was not visible to the naked eye. A small puddle of cool blood formed near the storm drain.

Joey arrived shortly after and Roman's keen observational skills can easily pick her out.

The small park area seems abandoned though it's hare to tell without any stable light. Trees perhaps... Some rocks? It's too dark to make out specific features of the landscape.

[Roman Turner] He wasn't so familiar with Joey, having seen her at a few Moots maybe? So when she arrived she found him closing the doors on the cop cars after looking inside them to see if the weapons and keys were gone. So far he had not approached the body and storm drain but he had a feeling about it. It was too much like a horror movie setting where the mutants came out of the sewer to eat your face off. Of course, this city was like a horror movie most times.

[Killswitch] [dlp!]

[Burnout] [percep+alert]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Burnout] [gnosis]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 10

[Killswitch] Defiance rolls onto the scene. Joey hops out and gives the scene a gander, looking at that corpse and those cop cars. She looks at Roman, nods a greeting as she steps past him to peer inside those darkened cop cars.

"Hey," she says in greeting. Even without the full introduction with all the bells and whistles, the way Joey carries herself speaks of a higher rank. She looks back to her Alpha, one of decidedly lower station than she herself is. "Somethin's wrong with the power. Is EmmyLou still workin'?"

Stepping back a little, away from the pooling blood and the dead body, she crouches down to press her bare palm flat to the pavement. She frowns. "Anybody else feelin' that?"

[Roman Turner] He returned Joey's greeting as he closed the last door on the cop car.

"Howdy. The shotguns are still locked in place so they weren't spooked. Ain't sure where they went nor why this guy is laying there like that. Figure they called it in?"

[Kalaratri] Asha breaks out her Ducati for the trip. Nevermind that it is 37 degrees outside, the air sharp with salt and ice and cold and cinders, the foul effluvia that starts to wake up during the first days of a broken frost. The ice on the lake and the river is breaking up. There's little melting rivulets winding down the filthy piles of snow shoved up by the snowplows. Nevermind, nevermind, nevermind that she's not the world's best driver: the creature looks like a commercial in Italian Vogue - black hair, dark clothes, a fine white scarf waving out behind her. Kickstand and stuff is BORING but the Ducati is bright red and - well, she does all the usual stuff. They can see her from down the street, this slight creature with the delicate precision of a bird of prey and enough breeding to float the titanic, slipping off her sleek, crimson bike (which is spattered with mud and filth now. Have fun cleaning it, Thomas!) and walking down the sidewalk to meet up with the other Garou.

A flash of a grin, like a razor. Asha looks around.

[Burnout] Hunter strolls up with Joey, Roman gets a nod of his head in greeting and a little "Hey dude." His face is grim, lips firmly set and eyes watching the lamp posts flicker on and off for a few seconds.

"Somethin' is fucked up. Seriously. I mean this is all fuckin' way wrong. You all prepped?" His eyes fall onto Asha and can't help but grin back. She's infectious like that.

"Sup girl."

But that's it, then it's back to business.

"Seriously though guys, tha' fuck is goin' on? I'm gon' get ready for a fight, I'm too pretty ta' die on fuckin' valentines day."

And he does. A strip of crusted bandage and a sheriffs badge, reused from the last time John had it.

[-1G BB -1G SOAK WHAT HTE FUCK IS GOING ON]

[Drawn in Blood] John must think it's summer: he isn't wearing a jacket when he peels himself out of the car and walks up to the scene with his pack. A sweatshirt, he's decided, will suffice. It's above freezing, and he's not exactly a twig.

When he ceases walking, the Modi lifts his chin in a nod, a silent Sup? to the Child of Gaia he fought with one of his first nights in the city, and flicks his eyes between the congregated. The only ones who can hear him are the ones to whom he is bound.

[-1G, +3 soak from talen!]

[Burnout] "What tha' fuck??"

A blink, eyes turn between all of them.

"You guys hear that? Someone just fuckin' yelled GO AWAY!"

[Drawn in Blood] At his Alpha's outburst, the Modi does not startle or flinch, but neither does he stare at him like he's speaking Klingonese like he normally does. He looks over, brow furrowed in questioning curiosity, and then casts his eyes about at their surroundings. Though he shakes his head in denial, John doesn't argue with him. He pulls his hands out of his pockets as if preparing to either go after the source of the noise or clap Hunter upside the head.

[Primal-Urge+Perception]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 5, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 8)

[Killswitch] Joey is momentarily distracted from her continued investigation by the familiar roar of a Ducati's engine, and a Ducati's bright red paint job. When she looks over at the Ahroun she's met but once before, the Fostern Rotagar's hang-dog eyes may as well have become hearts.

It's her Alpha's voice that startles her out of her ogling. A shake of her head, and she rises from her crouch, brushes her hands off on the thighs of her dark-wash jeans. She's wearing a fake-fur-lined black hoodie and a black wool cabbie hat with a button (ALL GROWN UP AND STILL WAITING TO BE A ROCK STAR) pinned by the brim. She adjusts the fall of her bag against her hip.

"I got talens if anyone needs 'em. Ground feels alive. You know, this's where that Valentine's Day massacre shit happened, like, back in the prohibition days." She sighs. "My kingdom for a goddamn Theurge. An' was prob'ly called in, otherwise cop cars wouldn't be here in the first place."

[Roman Turner] He greeted the others as the arrived,all with polite touches to the brim of his stetson. John got a wide grin besides the hat brim salute. Burnout asked if they heard something and his reply was.

"Er, I ain't heard no yelling, yet."

Joey mentioned the St. Valetine's massacre and that had him going.

"Al Capone and all that stuff?"

[Kalaratri] " - yufs," says the slight Ahroun, black eyes quick as a bird's (though it must be said, rather less observant) as she joins them, looking around with this faint, almost pouty frown marring her little bow mouth. That is her think-y face. " - rhya," to Joey, at the last. "I don't think we've been informally introduced!" There at the end, with a quick (shit-eating?) grin for all but Hunter, who has suffered through the "informal" introduction. "I left Thomas at home, though. He's doesn't like the way I drive."

Which -

...

From deep inside the inner pockets of her crisp leather blazer, Asha pulls out an equally grotesque bandage and starts to wrap it around her midsection, as if she were playing Doctor, or dressing up like a Mummy for Halloween. There are two narrow gold bracelets on her wrist, moving in the light. She can virtually smell the gnosis in the air; her sweeping gaze moves and lands, at last, on Roman. "I have a talen," she's already worming the bracelet off her wrist. "Make you tougher, too. Want one?"

[-1 Gnosis. BB. Offering Roman a soak talen.]

[Roman Turner] This was his first experience with a bunch of folk pulling out talens and such. He gave a faint shake of his head with the offer.

"I appreciate it Ma'am, but I ain't the strongest when it comes to spiritual connections and such. Might be I ought to save what little I got for a real pinch instead of maybe wasting one of your special things, ya know?"

[Burnout] Hunter pauses dead in his tracks, he misses the grin from Asha to everyone about formal introductions, if he hadn't he would have groaned and looked worried yet slightly amused. Instead his face goes pale, his eyes go wide, his mouth drops open and the only word that comes out is a questioning stutter.

"H-h-howard??"

[Drawn in Blood] John snaps his fingers to get Roman's attention when he hears the topic shift to his lack of spiritual energy, then gestures. It seems as though he wants the teenager to stay close to him; he has seen the boy fight, knows he is hardly a Cub, but without the capacity to speak he can't voice his motivation, and so that is all he has. A moment later his gaze is being snapped back to Hunter.

His furrowed brow becomes a frown.

[Killswitch] "Yeah," she answers Roman, "bunch'a guys got shot the hell up over there," she nods her head to the empty space between the two buildings where 2122 North Clark Street should be. She grins back at Asha, "Nah y'haven't. You'll have to hit me up with that sometime." She heard from Hunter about the informal greeting. Honestly, even just his description of that made her curious for the formal version.

Whatever she might've said next, it dies in her throat. Her attention, too, snaps to Hunter. She's no stranger to the voices of the dead calling out to the living (Is that what this is called? Love?).

She shakes her head at something. "Where's it comin' from?" Her voice is low, stern, serious. She, at least, doesn't believe her Alpha has lost his marbles.

That would imply him having them in the first place.

[Roman Turner] In his mind two things happened at that moment. Drawn in Blood snapped his fingers for attention and in Roman's brain something said..."oh yeah, he wants me to guard his back. I can do that." Never once imagining anything else. And the second thing was Burnout stuttered Howard. Howard, he never even met Howard when the guy was alive, but sure as Hell it seemed like Howard would chase him through the rest of his days. First there was the entire thing with Rain, now this?

"Ya see him too, or just hear him?"

Oh crap, ghosts.

[Burnout] He casts a sharp look at Joey, eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched, it's just a reaction to her shaking her head and he grits his teeth, grinds them slowly. Nostrils flare and he waits with all his patience while she asks that question, fists clenching at his sides.

It takes him a good few seconds before he does anything, like he can't believe he's doing it, like this is ridiculous. He is stronger than this, he doesn't bow to voices nor follow them. Today he does.

"WHERE ARE YA'?" He shouts out and it sounds deranged yet powerful. "Whaddya' want?" He adds slightly quieter.

[Kalaratri] "Give it a try?" suggests the Silver Fang, dark eyes on the Coggie. They're nearly of an age, the pair of them. There's something vicious and bright about the Ahroun, though, particularly with the moon waxing in the sky, with the breeding underneath her dusky skin. The gold bracelet glimmers, moving in the light. Hunter starts to should and Asha's nostrils flare, sharp with awareness, with this liquid sense of predator about her. The creature's grin is slipping away, but it briefly surfaces as she looks back to Roman. "You oughta. I stole 'em from Aanchal to use for talens. IF she finds out - "

Goes unspoken. "Just in case! It's not like it's got blood on it." Not like the bandage she wrapped right 'round her midsection, twined tightly. "I promise!"

The side conversation is quiet; Asha does not know their living or their dead.

[Memory] Silence... Darkness... The strange haunting feeling that each and every one of them is surrounded. There is something here. It's hard to tell what, nothing readily visible. Only the darkness around them. Only the haunting presence and a dark and bloody past. The group comes to the sudden realization of this place's past but there doesn't seem to be anything even pertaining to this spot directly... Save the violence... Save the bloodshed.

Hunter calls into the night and nothing is returned to him. Only silence only the wind seems to blow through the air. Soft and chillingly cold. Somehow seeming a hint colder than the rest of the world around him with the lingering of a familiar voice.

[Roman Turner] "Aanchal?"

He reluctantly accepted the bracelet like taking a snake offered for a kiss. It was so..so...girlie looking. And it was all he could do to try to keep from making a face as he whispered.

"I gotta wear it, where folk would see it?"

His ears flamed.

[Kalaratri] Gnosis!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 3, 10

[Kalaratri] WITS PLUS ZE OCCULT. (so figuring this out!)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 8 (Failure at target 7)

[Burnout] Hunter catches something out of the corner of his eye, his head tilts, his eyes narrow and suddenly he begins walking seemingly towards nothing.

"Howard?" He questions again.

[Drawn in Blood] John has difficulty interacting with humans for a number of reasons. He doesn't understand them, for starters; he does not have a feral or lupine demeanor, but there are nuances of behavior that he misses out on on the best of days. There is a reason Garou are not to mate with Garou: half spirit to begin with, the body they create in union cannot handle that much energy. Moments like this when there are things happening that he cannot see or smell or hear, when all he has is feeling and his Alpha's distress, he ceases to seem human.

The Child of Gaia mistranslates what it is the Fenrir wants, and he becomes summarily distracted by his Alpha's walking. It seems more like wandering. John's nostrils flare, his eyes flashing, and he darts forward, grabbing the shorter yet heavier Ahroun by the upper arm to keep him from getting too far ahead.

[Killswitch] Nothing but silence echoes back from the darkness when Hunter shouts, but there's that creeping feeling of being watched. They're surrounded, though by what, they don't know.

Frowning at Hunter, Joey slips her hand into her bag and pulls out a small compact mirror. Flipping it open, she holds it up and stares at it like a tricorder. Though, she probably wouldn't get that reference.

[Peeking! diff I don't know, -1 (mirror)]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 4)

[Kalaratri] "Naw," Asha asserts with a quick shake of her dark head like she was confiding a secret. "You can break it if you wanna. Or you can just - like, push it with your head and the spirit inside pops out. Uhm, kinda like gum in one of those foil wrappers? The candy-coated gum." She sighs, quiet, the patter moving. Gum's very common. Chewing's not lady like. Or Princess like. Or Silver Fang hero like.

"Aanchal. That's my sister, she's all impressed with herself because she got a baby. Maybe a true-born. From our House." A note of distaste, there - quiet underneath it all - grievance underneath the gossip about strangers Roman could not possibly know or care about. "She's so obnoxious," the complaint continues. " - is that the ground? Or the air?"

To Roman; then a sharp look upward, frowning at Hunter, sweeping a look toward Joey and Drawn in Blood. Asha leaves the bracelet in Roman's hand and walks forward, her flat black boots nearly silent on the sidewalk, the grass and mud. Shadowing the forward movement as Hunter makes it, frowning at the nothingness.

- something solid, too, about her presence, the sort of thing that reinforces the spine.

[-1 Gnosis, Inspiration!]

[Roman Turner] He knew a bit about the St. Valentine's murders. It was part of the history his Ma made him study before he could come here with Sparrow some ten months before. He knew the legends of the spot being haunted, that the bricks that had once stood here were said to be bad luck. That people reported if they walked their dogs here that the dogs became agitated, even barking and howling. Now though, two cops were gone, a body lay dead here with blood flowing towards the sewer grate and Burnout was hearing Howard's voice.

As for himself, he was being offered a shiny girl's bracelet to wear, which so didn't jive with his Stetson and sheep's wool lined coat, cowboy boots and stiff pressed Wranglers. And he was about to go nose around the dead body to see what sort of get up it wore and exactly how it died. That's about when Burnout started talking to the air again and Drawn in Blood went after him and Kalatri gave him TMI and a bracelet.

"Ah, horse shit."

Was muttered and the bracelet slipped on and tucked up under his sleeve out of sight and his own curiosity took him towards the body and the sewer grate.

[Memory] Lights flicker and suddenly one of the police car's comes to life. The brights of it's lights blaring down on the group and the blue and red begin flashing before the sudden flare of it's siren's blaring deafeningly upon the group. The car, which had been dead only seconds ago, surges to life with sirens blasting as the engine of one of the cars begins to rev. Suddenly the entire area is alight with a brilliant glow as a second car snaps suddenly to life... The second police car joining in the show. Blinding lights assaulting the senses for anyone looking in their direction... Deafening sirens making it difficult to hear one another.

The lights also shine a glow upon the two corpses of police officers scattered around one of two trees in the small grassy area.

Hunter walks towards something that isn't there and Joey stares off into space at nothing at all.

Asha complains about her sister, and this is doubtless an important matter for her and her tribe though!

John... John doesn't speak. The modi just watches. Ever ready and alert as the area around them suddenly comes to life.

[Roman Turner] Bracelet roll
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]

[Kalaratri] STAMINA!!!!!!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 5, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Burnout] [stam]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 3, 5

[Drawn in Blood] [Stamina]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 7

[Roman Turner] Stam.homid +bracelet
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 4, 4, 4, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Drawn in Blood] [+3 because I am a dumbass]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 6, 9

[Burnout] [+2]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 4

[Roman Turner] And again...stam....
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 4, 6, 6 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Killswitch] [WP!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Killswitch] "Ugh," Joey says, and snaps that compact closed. "That was...HUNTER NO!" she shouts to her Alpha, eyes wide. It's not the first time she's shouted at Hunter out on the street, but this time there's genuine fear in her voice, a genuine concern for his safety.

[Burnout] The grip of a fenrir encloses his arm and it isn't his Beta's, she's busy peeking into the Umbra. He stops, looks down at that arm almost expressionless but it isn't until he hears Joey's voice that he actually looks like he isn't going to keep going. His head turns back to her over his shoulder and he frowns.

"What's wrong?"

[Roman Turner] He clapped his hands over his ears and squinted something fierce with the cars came to life. Likely no one would hear him over all the noise but he was yelling.

"Look out!"

That was about when the cop's bodies registered in his brain. Though he was more concerned about getting run over.

[Killswitch] "There's somethin' on the other side," she says to the group. "Like a ghost, bound to the earth. On the otherside, you'd be headin' straight into it."

She looks over her shoulder at the cop cars going nuts, squints a little. "What the fuck? Did those start goin' off when you started walkin'?"

[Burnout] "I guess so, I mean I wasn't payin' much attention n'all."

He winces, face screwing up as he looks at the cars.

"Someone shut those fuckin' things off yea? Rip out tha' god damn horns if ya' have to, smash tha' lights."

[Killswitch] "Whatever it is, it's fuckin' pissed as hell. Come back this way, maybe movin' away from it'll shut off the cars."

Even so, she walks back to one, opens the driver's side door to see those keys Roman mentioned, see if they're in the ignition and if taking them out will shut off the sirens.

[Kalaratri] Now Asha has creative destruction to unleash. She runs toward the police cars, shifting to Glabro half-way there, Crinos if it is clear that no one human is around, and grabs the lights from the roof, tearing them away. RAWR.

[Roman Turner] He was having a hard time hearing what people said with all the noise and flashing lights. At this rate he was sure he was going to top John by going deaf and blind. Between the two of them they could cover See, Speak and Hear no Evil.

Part of his brain expected to get run over by a cop car as he raced towards the one the others didn't go for. He knew one thing, he knew how to crawl up under the dash, remove the fuse box cover and yank out all the fuses.

[Drawn in Blood] He clearly doesn't trust his Alpha to not keep moving across the street toward whatever it is Joey sees. His own eyes are widened and focused on the tantrum-tossing police cars, as though he isn't entirely certain what the hell it is they're doing. Maybe he's never seen a police cruiser before, or he's never heard one in action, or he is halfway to being convinced they're possessed and about to perform Christine reenactments. Whatever the case happens to be, John keeps a strong hand on Hunter's arm; he starts to step back, giving the shorter male little choice about moving with him.

And then Roman takes off.
John sighs, lets Hunter go, and races after him.

[Burnout] Hunter doesn't need guiding any more, he saw what Joey saw and now he looks fucking pissed. He snarls and stomps and makes his way to Joey's car and if required he will literally shift to crinos and throw the car at a building.

[Memory] Whether keys are removed or cars are literally smashed it is only a matter of seconds before the police cars were silent, quiet and they found themselves bathed in darkness once more. Something was still out there and they could feel it's presence. They could feel eyes upon them seething with vengeful rage. But for the moment the urgency and the chaos of the moment has passed making it possible to think straight and collect their thoughts.
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 7)

[Kalaratri] "You said - " a flashing look toward Joey, now. The Silver Fang is in Glabro, heavier, taller, her breeding like a musk that hangs around her, the echo of the ancients all the move visible in her bone structure, evident in the echo of her deepened voice. "That there's something on the other side. Bound into the earth. Right?

"We all feel it. There's nothing here to fight, right?" She is not the most observant, so our Asha gives them each a direct look to confirm. "We need to cross over, regroup, and tear the spirit out from the roots of the earth, cleanse the other side.

"I know the Rite. Unless there are other ideas?"

[Roman Turner] Chaos stopped, yet still something watched them. It made his skin crawl and made his mouth kick in as he headed back towards John.

"Scared of an eight second ride? This ain't my first Rodeo. Ya want a taste of this? I guarantee, I'm hotter than a Halbenaro, twice as likely to burn going down and coming out!"

He called in to the night.

"Enough cat and mouse! Ya got something to say? Chicken shit!"

[Burnout] He gets about halfway to the car when the lights and sirens stop and suddenly he pauses. He rubs at his face, he rubs at his chest and suddenly he throws his jacket to the ground and starts dancing on the spot. Well it's not exactly dancing, it's more like scratching himself and shaking all over the place. He falls over onto the ground and rolls around like a poison log.

[Drawn in Blood] When they get to the car, John stops his forward momentum with his palms, the smack of flesh against the cold metal as close to a violent outburst as he's going to get. A huff of breath, not flustered enough to be exasperation, and he looks around as if to confirm what it is that Kalaratri has decided, or that Fate's hollering hasn't negated it. Searching eyes find nothing here beyond the dead human lawgivers, beyond shadows and his--

John pushes his tongue into the back of his incisor when Hunter starts convulsing, staring without expression on his face. At this rate he's going to end up going gray before he hits Fostern. The Modi pushes off of the car and strolls over to the Bone Gnawer, not rushing as he had when the Child of Gaia tore off toward the car.

[Killswitch] "If we cross, we go in ready to fight. It's one ghost, but a zillion tentacles." She grins at Roman, unaccountably proud of her auspicemate.

She watches Hunter with more than a little concern. Something tonight is out to get her Alpha. That something is about to get ripped to shreds. She shifts, up and up, to Glabro and then to Crinos, all the scars visible, and finally down to all fours in Hispo, a grey-furred dire-wolf ready to fight.

[Roman Turner] One moment he was issuing a challenge at the night and the next he was on the ground, thrashing around, back arching, body trembling, rolling, screaming in pure agony.

[Roman Turner]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 5, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8)

[Kalaratri] Oh, what the hell. When Roman starts yelling, Asha stops her Very Serious Recommendations and throws in a few heckles of her own: "&+2309;&+2352;&+2366;&+2332;&+2325;&+2340;&+2366; &+2348;&+2306;&+2342; &+2325;&+2352; &+2342;&+2367;&+2351;&+2366;, &+2347;&+2367;&+2352; &+2349;&+2368; &+2309;&+2349;&+2368; &+2349;&+2368; &+2313;&+2344;&+2381;&+2361;&+2375;&+2306; &+2325;&+2369;&+2331; &+2342;&+2375;&+2326;&+2366; &+2341;&+2366;. &+2351;&+2361; &+2313;&+2360;&+2325;&+2368; &+2340;&+2381;&+2357;&+2330;&+2366; &+2325;&+2381;&+2352;&+2377;&+2354; &+2325;&+2367;&+2351;&+2366; &+2324;&+2352; &+2325;&+2375; &+2352;&+2370;&+2346; &+2350;&+2375;&+2306; &+2313;&+2344;&+2381;&+2361;&+2379;&+2306;&+2344;&+2375; &+2332;&+2377;&+2344; &+2325;&+2368; &+2323;&+2352; &+2357;&+2366;&+2346;&+2360; &+2309;&+2343;&+2381;&+2351;&+2325;&+2381;&+2359;&+2340;&+2366; &+2350;&+2375;&+2306; &+2313;&+2360;&+2325;&+2375; &+2350;&+2369;&+2306;&+2361; &+2354;&+2366;&+2340; &+2348;&+2344;&+2366;&+2351;&+2366; &+2361;&+2376;. &+2319;&+2325; &+2310;&+2336; &+2342;&+2370;&+2360;&+2352;&+2368; &+2360;&+2357;&+2366;&+2352;&+2368; &+2325;&+2366; &+2337;&+2352;? &+2351;&+2361;!"

God only knows what it means, as the creature is - like Killswitch - shifting into Crinos, then Hispo, heavy pawed on the ground, padding forward, her coat pale in the moonlight, nearly white but marked with silver.

[-1 WP, Resist Pain]

[Burnout] He gives himself one last shake -- no scratch that. NO DON'T SCRATCH IT JESUS

Hunter's player has gone insane from Seb's mind games, but luckily Hunter is still quite capable. He pushes himself to his feet but he's shifting as he does it, elongating and popping joins, bones expanding, muscles bulging and a hand snakes out for his jacket just as he bursts through into crinos. The garment disappears into his fur and he remains on all fours, sinking down again into Hispo.

A snarl, a god damn horrific growl from the entirely unamused Alpha of Defiance and he looks at Asha, looks at Joey, tips a head and looks at Roman. He doesn't bother telling them all about the insects, poor bastards would find out soon enough.

To victory, to the death of this foul beast, ASHA ARE YOU WITH ME, JOEY ARE YOU WITH ME, JOHN ARE YOU WITH ME, ROMAN GET OFF THE GROUND.

He lashes his tail, gnashes his teeth, bristles his fur.

[-1 WP resist pain]

[Drawn in Blood] John sees his Alpha getting to his feet and decides to let the Ahroun handle himself. The Ragabash, though, has a Modi on him like white on rice: John doubles back, grabbing the screaming teenager by the front of his shirt and, as gently as one can expect a Fenrir to do such a thing, hauls him off the ground and onto his feet. If he doesn't stay on his feet, John damn well holds him there until he does. It isn't until Roman is back in the game that John bursts into his war form.

It isn't an order that comes over the totem phone, but a request.

[Killswitch] First Hunter, then Roman drop to the ground, rolling about to rid themselves of, something. Joey shakes out her fur in sympathy, but then Hunter's up again. Calling them to arms.

The Rotagar's jaw drops open in a lupine grin, her tails gives a happy little swish, and she lets out a woorrrrooorrrrrooorrrr.

[-1WP Resist Pain, -1G Soak!]

[Burnout] Tails wag and Hunter returns that woofing howl to Joey, muzzle lifting into the air woorrroooorrooorrr. He's about ready to go when his eyes turn to John and the other Ragabash.

Roman, he barks, Stick with the Modi.

[Roman Turner] Burnout could issue orders till the cows came home. Roman couldn't hear them over the sounds that were felt more than heard in his mind and body. He thrashed wildly, sweat soaking his face. His hat had rolled off, he was nothing but screaming agony. Could he scream like a girl? Hell yes. Could he scream like a soul tossed into Hell? You betcha. He screamed like the damned, his voice growing hoarse already. Even when hauled up, he was a wildly thrashing tangle of arms and legs that was desperately trying to pull away and run from something.

[Roman Turner]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Killswitch] Everyone is preparing for war, yet the Ragabash remains on the ground, thrashing and flailing. Joey doesn't wait for orders from Hunter, but trots quickly over to the boy, looking him over for the cause of his distress.

Tipping her snout down, she nudes him unless he thrashes her away, nudges and pushes and tries to help his escape from an (unseen?) assailant.

[Drawn in Blood] Okay so John's still in homid. They don't usually breed Full Moons this patient. Common sense says not to hold still a body in the throes of an epileptic convulsion but Roman's screaming, and people having seizures don't scream.

John looks around at the others, visibly perplexed. The only other person this happened to was Hunter, and Hunter has been largely quiet about what the hell happened to him. The Modi hauls Roman across the street, away from the police cars.

[Killswitch] [peeking!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 5)

[Memory] [1-2 Hunter, 3-4 DiB, 5-6 Kalaratri, 7-8 Killswitch, 9-10 Roman!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8

[Roman Turner] John grabbed hold to haul him off and Roman fought like a hooked Swordfish on a line. Thrashing, hoarsely screaming, flailing as if his life depended on getting away from something that was agony few ever survived.

[Roman Turner]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 7 (Botch x 2 at target 8)

[Killswitch] Joey peeks across, hoping to see if those tendrils have hold of Roman from the other side, hoping to find some answers.

What she sees is that face. Tempting her. Offering her something someone else might fall all over themselves to accept. But not Joey. At her throat, beneath the layers of her clothing worn in Homid is a necklace made of a green stone pulled from the Umbra. On the other side it pulses faintly. The living heart. Family. A reason to keep her mind closed.

She peers across the Gauntlet into that face, and her lips peel back from dangerously sharp teeth. Killswitch snarls, and she pushes forward. Through the barrier.

[crossing!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Burnout] Hunter is a step behind her, without speaking, just a growl in his throat.
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Burnout] [2 more]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 2 (Botch x 1 at target 5)

[Kalaratri] Asha - Crossing!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 7, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 5) [WP]

[Drawn in Blood] This kid is fighting like a goddamn salmon. John clearly has no idea what he's supposed to do to help him, other than what it is he does: he hooks his arms, effectively putting the No Moon into a restraint, and marches him a full block away from the police cars. So far as he can tell there are no bystanders, nobody who cares enough to peek out the windows and try to figure out what the hell is going on. He seems to be going on the fact that the two of them are close enough in age that they can pass for family, on his Rage, to keep humans from investigating too closely.

He sits the both of their asses down on the cold ground, securing Roman's arms and legs so he doesn't hurt either of them, and he waits.

[Roman Turner] There seemed to be no awareness of movement, restraint, anything, he fought regardless. Fought like a wild cat with it's tail in a bear trap. And he screamed in that high pitched wail of agony like a damned soul.

[Roman Turner]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7 (Failure at target 8)

[Kalaratri] With a sharp, moving frown, Asha leaves the Child of Gaia under the watchful eye of the hot (not that SHE knows that. She prefers the Beebs.), silent Fenrir and slips across the gauntlet, through the curvilinear movement of her reflection in a piece of mirrored jewelry she has hanging from a narrow gold chain, hidden beneath the crisp lines of her white Oxford. POOF. She pops across.

[Memory] The three emerge on the other side and they find themselves outside the cityscape they had expected. A thick fog was cast over the region which was largely dirt beneath their feet. There was a powerful stench surrounding them, it was enough to bring tears to the eye and force all who stood on this side to choke back the urge to vomit. Death... Decomposing flesh. The ground itself was mixed with blood, and the writing of maggots laid by the twisted fly spirits who likely called this place home. They could see around them the shattered broken graves of hundreds... If not thousands of souls. They were shattered, splintered... Some were uprooted and tipped over some corpses simply lay in the mud half buried. They were no longer in the heart of the city the spirit realm often learned to reflect the impressions of that which was left upon it and despite the fact that Chicago had grown, moved on, and changed... The spirit world still reflected Lincoln Park's forgotten history.

So many memories... So much death. So much abandoned, and forgotten. But not tonight... Was it chance or the knowing doing of some criminal who brought death to this place? So much emotion and history. The taste of violence, the taste of murder has fed the ancient soil, whatever sleeps beneath this place rumbled and shifts in it's slumber. Some ancient forgotten thing writhes it's tendrils and reaches for the surface hungry. Sucking away life, and memory, and energy... Draining everything in it's path in it's eternal hunger. Something threatens to awaken beneath their feet and the brave Garou find themselves face to face. Not with the beast itself but with a manifestation of it's will. It's dark and twisted living nightmare hovers with tendrils stuffed up and under it like a puppet before them. With hollow empty eyes it hungers for their very lives. It hovered before them with hollow empty sockets for eyes... They had brought themselves to it a feast served up on a plate. Surely they would prove a far more satisfying meal than a drug addict and a few lousy police.

[Kalaratri] The Silver Fang snarls when she reaches the other side of the gauntlet. The air stinks, the twisted corpses in the broken ground have the hispo-beast stepping lightly, almost delicately, over the churned muck of the soil. She shakes her gleaming fur, and in an instant she is gleaming all the more, so bright that she is a beacon from a distant, a sharp, blurred smear of light up glow.

With a snarl, she launches herself at the spirit.

She's angry.
It was movie night.
And Valentine's or something.

[Burnout] [+10]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Killswitch] [+9]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8

[Memory] [+10]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

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

[Kalaratri] 9
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[Memory] [Nightmare 17
Burnout: 17
Kalaratri: 13
Joey: 12

We'll start declares and the like while Roman posts :) ]

[Memory] [Declare in reverse!]

[Burnout] [1a
1b
1c
r1
r2 - bite a tentacle]

[Roman Turner] He was wildly thrashing, screaming and suddenly the hoarse screaming cut off. He went limp, just laying there for several seconds as his chest rose and fell with his panting. While he was still trying to catch his breath, trying to swallow pass the pain in his throat, that he lifted his hands to study them. He felt his body as if feeling for damage. Memory is a weird thing, he knew for a fact he was burning to charcoal, his flesh had crackled, popped, split and crisped like bacon before blackening. Yet he couldn't see that now through eyes that would of turned to liquid qoo before evaporating.

[Memory] [Umm Burnout is second not last!]

[Kalaratri] [Resist Pain, Lambert Flame already active. 1a. 1b. 1c. Rage 1: Rage 2: BITES. Tentacles.]

[Killswitch] [1a:
1b:
1c:
R: Bite tentacles!]

[Memory] [1A: Nightmare! On... Everyone!]

[Roman Turner] ((Seriously would not just pop up and leave John, but player is afk? So er, feeling lost))

Tries to cross when he has half a wit and says something to John and shifts to Crinos?
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 7, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]

[Memory] [Be afraid! WP Diff 7]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8

[Memory] The beast draws in it's breath and sucks in the air around it... Until all the air around them seems to disappear and the garou are left with nothing to breathe. It sucks inward and it's chest swells to massive proportions and then suddenly an overwhelming surge of an explosion bursts from the creatures mouth erupting like a volcano as it sends a whitehot surge of searing flame rushing over each and every one of them! Enough to instantly sear fur and send pain surging through each and every one of them...

Everyone soak 3 Agg diff 9(Cept soak it with WP and yes... You do get +1 auto success)

[Kalaratri] Willpower - soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 9) [WP]

[Burnout] [>_> wp soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 4, 7, 7, 8

[Killswitch] [WP Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 8 (Botch x 1 at target 9)

[Killswitch] [1a: Bite: -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 8, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Killswitch] [dam: +3]
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Memory] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10

[Killswitch] [1b: Bite: -4]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Killswitch] [dam: +1]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 10

[Memory] [Soak again!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 8, 10

[Killswitch] [1c: Bite: -5]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 3, 7 (Success x 1 at target 5)

[Killswitch] [dam: +0]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 8, 8, 8, 10

[Memory]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10

[Kalaratri] 1a. -3
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 5, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5)

[Kalaratri] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10

[Kalaratri] 1b. -4
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Memory] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Failure at target 60)

[Kalaratri] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10, 10

[Memory]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 5, 9, 9, 10, 10

[Kalaratri] 1c. -5
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 5)

[Kalaratri] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 6, 7, 7, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10

[Memory] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 6, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10

[Burnout] [1a - 3]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1

[Burnout] [dmg+4]
Dice Rolled:[ 16 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9

[Memory] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10

[Burnout] [1b -4]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 6, 10 (Failure at target 5) Re-rolls: 1

[Burnout] [1c -5]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2

[Burnout] [dmg+4]
Dice Rolled:[ 16 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8, 10

[Memory] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 8, 8, 8, 10, 10

[Killswitch] [R: Bite tentacle!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Killswitch] [dam: +2]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 9, 9, 9, 10

[Memory] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 6, 8, 9, 10, 10

[Kalaratri] Rage 1: CHOMP. (Mmm. Calamari!)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 5)

[Kalaratri] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[Memory] [Soak that shit!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10

[Burnout] [r1 bite]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1

[Burnout] [dmg+2]
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Memory] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 3, 5, 7, 8, 10, 10

[Kalaratri] ASHA. Rage 2:
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Kalaratri] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8

[Drawn in Blood] [Gnosis: I WANT TO JOIN YOUR WORLD ROMAN]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 7, 7 (Failure at target 5)

[Burnout] [R2]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Memory] [Soak! Asha's!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 8, 8

[Burnout] [dmg+2]
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10

[Memory] [Soak Huntaur's!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 8, 9, 10, 10

[Drawn in Blood] [NO SERIOUSLY. Diff 6.]

[Drawn in Blood] [... might help if I put dice into the dice roller.]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 6

[Drawn in Blood] [I'm just going to keep going until he botches. Diff 7.]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 7

[Drawn in Blood] [Derp derp derp 8.]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 7, 9

[Drawn in Blood] [Derrrp derp derp derp 9.]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 7, 8, 10

[Drawn in Blood] [Watch him get three 10s.]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 7, 8

[Killswitch] [+9]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1

[Burnout] [+10]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9

[Kalaratri] [+9]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9

[Burnout] [swapping inits with Joey!]

[Roman Turner] +8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Memory] The creature's fires surge through the others though Asha remains unharmed. The three garou do not seem to mind the flame which might be somewhat surprising to the thing which still stands despite their best attempt. Those tentacles have been culled and their number now dwindles. As the Garou tear at more and more they are scked back under the earth where they disappear. Soon the things tentacles are barely holding it aloft and yet still it stares. Empty hollow eyes as it hovers before them.

[Memory] [+10]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9

[Memory] [Tie Breaker!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8

[Memory] [Nightmare:19
Burnout:19
Kalaratri:18
Fate: 11
Killswitch:10

DeclaRE IN REVERSE!]

[Killswitch] [1a
1b
R: Bites on tentacles!]

[Roman Turner] 1a claw puppet/doll thingie
1b do it again
1 r yep, do it again.

[Kalaratri] [1a. BITE. 1b. BITE. 1c. BITE. Rage 1. BITE. Rage 2. BITE]

[Memory] [Odds boy, evens girl]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Burnout] [1a
1b
1c
r1 - bite]

[Memory] [Odds Joey, Evens Asha!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Memory] [Attempt to possess Joey!]

[Killswitch] [JOEY'S NOT A BOY]

[Memory] [Shit sorry! Umm Odds Hunter Evens Roman!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10

[Memory] [This'll be fun roman! Just open up your brain wiiiiiide! *Dives*]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 6, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10

[Memory] The others perpare to attack... Getting into position as Roman comes racing back. Fond memories are shared between Roman and the spirit. He's so young, so brave, so full of hope and life! It finds itself drawn to him... It literally dives at him in a final desperate attempt to spare itself the fate the Garou would likely deliver upon it. Soon enough Roman Snarls, bursting to his war form and facing the Garou. Tentacles bulging from his skull... Connected by the same bonds to the same entity and yet the spirit itself is still hidden somewhere within those eyes which look out at the world only with malice. They will likely win this battle... But it will take one of them down with it tonight!

[Burnout] [1a -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2

[Burnout] [dmg+3]
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8, 8, 10, 10, 10

[Memory] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9

[Burnout] [1b -4]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Burnout] [dmg+1]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10

[Memory] The tendrils are severed and the link to the spirit is instantly shattered. Roman's eyes seem to clear and control is instantly restored... However something is still off. Roman can feel it... Deep down within the depths of his Psyche. There is something still lurking within him. Another mind, a dark and wicked thing. It's connection to it's creator severed and yet it finds itself bound, instead, to a new host. It's control shattered but it is still there inside him.

In the meantime the earth beneath their feet rumbles in pain and soon enough the tentacles are sucked back beneath the earth. The thing, the walking nightmare born of some ancient tentacled beast is forced into slumber. Without an outlet to the world, without a means by which to leech the energy of the living world it finds itself rapidly falling back into it's own ancient slumber.

Soon enough the Garou are standing alone... In a quiet foggy umbral graveyard. Not exactly the most romantic place to spend Valentine's day!