[Keith Sommers] A modest building in Lake View, from the outside. And a modest (on the outside) teenager in Lake View. He presses the doorbell, and waits. Patience itself.
[Katherine Bellamonte] The exterior of the Loft was as many buildings were as one approached the dockside area of Lake View. A modest yellow brick affair from the front with little walkway between the curb and the door it none the less boasted a small rectangular doorbell set against the brick, beside which a heavy steel door offered a rather forbidding impression to the general public wishing an interview with the residents therein.
Keith Sommers presses the bell and inside the spacious building a pleasant tolling sounds throughout, and soft, muffled footsteps approach at a slight shuffle before the door is pulled open (not without some degree of effort) by a small stooped figure in a maid's uniform, drying her hands on her apron as she squinted out into the winter's sunshine at the boy on her doorstep.
"Yes?" Inquired the voice, heavily influenced by a Spanish accent. "Do you have an appointment?"
[Keith Sommers] "
The door opening recalls Keith from a reverie he was beginning to fall into. He'd turned his head; he'd watched what he could see of the street. The scud of leaves, the profiles of native Chicagoans. The glide of cars. Boyscout helpful, chivalry isn't dead, he splays the fingers of his left hand against the door and helps the maid pull the door open by giving it a push. He's strong; it helps. Also, it already gives him a presence.
And Keith's presence can be overwhelming. Katherine's maid is probably used to it; this doesn't change the fact that Keith is a monster, and it is only barely held in check. People have reactions, sometimes, no matter how charming his smile; no matter how likeable the cant of his head or how followable his easy stance.
"You could say that," he says. "Katherine Bellamonte is in, I take it."
A surprise visit is, in Keith's mind, an appointment. It is an appointment with surprise. Nobody should miss it.
[Keith Sommers] ooc: should be "Katherine Bellamonte is in, I take it."
[Katherine Bellamonte] "Sí, the madam is in." Lucille was a long-serving maid to a Silver Fang dynasty, she'd had her fill of every temper imaginable and this boy's presence, while strong, did not overcome the black-haired criada whose raven head was now peppered through with grey. Rather, it caused her to straighten her bones, and glance over her shoulder as if surprised to hear a noise.
A stronger hand appeared from behind the maid, and helped pull the door wide open. It belonged to a tall female, dressed with casual elegance in a pair of cream slacks and white knitted turtleneck. She had long blond hair, combed over one ear so that a pearl drop earring was visible as pale eyes, a very nearly grey-blue took scrutiny of her unknown guest.
"I can take things from here, Lucille, merci." The newcomer spoke, her eyes not leaving Keith Sommers as her maid took her leave, shuffling back into the Loft.
The Philodox set her body against the heavy door, and slid slim arms over her chest. "Can I assist you, Monsieur?"
[Keith Sommers] Katherine appears, a white queen, all lovely and poised. And Keith cocked an eyebrow at her, and smiled. He was dressed well, Keith; a tailored coat, charcoal; a collar that was not flipped up against the wind. He could be plain or handsome; just now he was handsome. A handsome young man, with straight features; a cynical lilt to his eyebrows, but such a smile.
He politely maintained a silence until Lucille had withdrawn, then he opened his arms wide and wide again, and this serves two points. The first, it exposes him; this is Katherine's home. This is Katherine's territory. He acknowledges it. The second point is much more perfidious, as we shall see. He says, "You're Katherine Bellamonte? We have a mutual cousin. A couple of them, in fact. And they have sent me here to be your hand-picked groom. Shall we embrace?"
And he will sweep the slender philodox into a firm, big hug, unless something -- like Katherine herself -- happens to seriously change his plans.
[Katherine Bellamonte] Keith gets to about we have a mutual cousin before a hand interposes itself between his chest and her body. There is no real aggression behind the act, but it is a clear refusal to his notion of any such embrace. A fair eyebrow arches high and a corner of her lip curls in a smirking-sneer of expression that somehow utterly suits the creature guarding her door.
"A moment, please. Your names and titles, and those of our Cousins."
She could be amused by his candor, but there was the matter of propriety.
[Keith Sommers] Her hand on his chest. He clasps his hand over hers and shifts it an inch to the left so that it's over his heart as suits a woman so overcome at the visage of her true lover that she must touch him yet also hold him back and -- whatever. He cocks an eyebrow again. "Here? On the street?"
And at her nonverbal affirmation, quite right, he gets serious. "My name is Keith Sommers. Savage Dawn, Voice of Carnage, Ahroun of the Silver Fang Tribe, warrior of House Wyrmfoe, scion of the Sun Lodge, begat by Richard Sommers, Echo of the Fray, Teeth of the Moon, Athro Galliard of the Silver Fang Tribe, warrior of House Wyrmfoe, scion of the Sun Lodge, begat by Austus Sommers, Hell's Eyes, Faithful Heart, Killer at the Ford, Adren Ahroun of the Silver Fang Tribe, also Wyrmfoe, who was begat by Marion Hughes, daughter of Prosperpine Hughes, Merciless Heart, Unyielding at the Gate and whose great-grandfather was Keith Sommers, Walking Strife, Careful Strategy, Ragabash of the Silver Fang Tribe."
A pause. A breath, easy. That's the thing, see: This long recitation was not hurried through. There is no impatience; there is absolutely no sense of ridiculous. These are names of ancestors, of heroes; these are names of garou who should be remembered. And he remembers them when he says their names. Besides, it's a little bit like saying a Hail Mary, he's done it for longer than he can remember.
"And I was given your name, Truth's Meredian, by Gerard Valois, who was begat by Charles Martel-Hughes, Drinks of Poison and Makes it Pure, Bleeds for the Hungry Ghosts, Stands In Opposition, Adren Theurge of the Silver Fang Tribe, who is also uncle to Isidore Wilce, Silver Throat, Balanced Voice, Ragabash of the Silver Fang Tribe, scion of the Moon Lodge, son of House Wyrmfoe.
"And I was also given your name by Thomasine Delacroix, daughter of Genevieve Delacroix, Revels Down The Road, Walks With Purpose, Waits With Valor, Restraint, Ahroun and daughter of House Wyrmfoe, scion of the Moon Lodge, who was begat in turn by Adam Rutherford-Delacroix, Died Too Young, Swallowed the Wyrm's Tail, who was begat by Helen Delacroix, Galliard of the Tribe, called Dying Song, Truth's Final Compass."
There! Done. OR IS HE?
[Katherine Bellamonte] He clasps her hand against his chest and perhaps a mortal woman would swoon, or become increasingly ruffled by the forward nature of a near-stranger. But Katherine Bellamonte was not a mortal woman, in fact she was not most women. She had been reared in the majestic courts of their tribe and her mother was the descendant of a Queen herself, not to mention the mother of a King.
The Philodox does not free her hand instantly but rather allows Keith to hold it against him with some sense of lingering amusement at this newcomer's method of introduction. The names were all there, as was proper, and quite the list it was at that, yet she would be a fool not to sense the underlying taunt to his little speech.
If he sought to humble her, well, he had sought out the wrong Silver Fang.
"How illustrious a heritage you boast, Savage Dawn-yuf," she remarks coolly, and politely disengages her hand from under his, patting it condescendingly as she returns the favour. "I am indeed Truth's Meridian, Cliath Philodox of the Unbroken, current Elder of the Silver Fangs in Chicago and also a daughter of the House of Bellamonte, under the Sun Lodge, also joined under the Houses of both Wyrmfoe and by lieu of marriage, that of House Gleaming Eye."
A pause, and the slender woman steps to one side, waving him into her home.
"Come, join me inside."
[Keith Sommers] Aw, shucks. A gleam in his eye: No embrace? A moment, and perhaps the equivalent of puppy eyes is in the offing -- but no. There is dignity. So, "You're gracious, rhya," Keith says instead, and courteously. On his best behavior, a boy visiting his maiden aunt. An accent on aunt, if you please. And mostly on his best behavior, if you also please. On his best behavior right at this moment. "Would it be too much trouble to ask you for a glass of water?"
He'll step inside. He'll look around, not incuriously, his arms clasped behind his back. His cues, he'll take from his hostess.
[Genevre de Provence] ((Is this an open scene?))
to Katherine Bellamonte, Keith Sommers, Lukas Wyrmbreaker
[Katherine Bellamonte] (sort of! it's a playtest of sorts for Jess' SF, but if Genevre knows where Kate lives she's welcome to show up at the door too. *LOL*)
to Keith Sommers, Lukas Wyrmbreaker
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] A door opens down the hall; through drifts the distinct sound of water lapping at a shore. Tile, anyway. "Hey, Kate," a man's voice calls, "are there any of those turkey club sandwiches left?"
A man comes into view a moment later, padding along in bare feet and plain black swim trunks. His shoulders are draped in a thick towel -- rich chocolate-brown, not his, possibly monogrammed with a flourishing B -- and he's dripping water on the cool marble floors. He moves like he's familiar with this place, like he has some sort of stake in it or claim to it, but his blood and breeding is wrong, all wrong. He's far too dark to be a Silver Fang, black of hair, swarthy of skin. His build is not the lean, agile grace of an aristocrat of Falcon. And his eyes are a cold, pale blue, flicking to Keith's face and stopping there.
"Huh." He wipes his face on a corner of his towel, then cocks his head sideways and tugs at his earlobe to dislodge a drop of water. "Hi. Am I interrupting?"
[Katherine Bellamonte] He calls her rhya and for a moment she considers correcting the boy, in suggesting she is no more a Fostern than he, but a small smile flits across her mouth and she does not do more than incline her head graciously and lead him into the long corridor that comprised the entry to the Bellamonte Loft.
Comprised mostly of steel beams and glass, the converted warehouse space was filled with light, and in many places instead of wall there were sheets of frosted glass separating sections of the lower floor. In the middle of the first floor, a courtyard housed a raised spa and lap-pool, ferns and other tropical plant-life completed the image and along the poolside ran a number of lounge chairs. She did not lead Keith toward this area but through to an array of black leather sofas set around a low coffee table; clearly this sufficed for a greeting area for a newly-arrived Silver Fang to the city.
As they exited the entrance hall, Lucille appeared at Lukas' elbow bearing a tray of turkey-club sandwiches, she offered the Shadow Lord a napkin to go with his plate, and then vanished as soon as she'd come only to return a moment later with a tray of glassware and a bottle of chilled water.
Clearly, this was why Katherine had never replaced the elderly woman, she knew the whims of this family and her current mistress too well.
"Ah, Lukas. You have impeccable timing as always. I was just greeting a new addition to my tribe in the city. Keith Sommers, Savage Dawn, meet the Alpha of my pack, Lukas Wyrmbreaker, Fostern Shadow Lord."
[Genevre de Provence] ((I guess not))
to Katherine Bellamonte, Keith Sommers, Lukas Wyrmbreaker
[Gabriella Bellamonte] Following in not far after Lukas was Gabriella Bellamonte. The door didn't close behind him immediately, the Kinfolk had caught it with her palm and shut it softly instead of letting it slam. She's chattering up the hall after Lukas as she walks on bare feet that leave little puddles of pool water behind her. "...have a long ways to go before you hit a thousand." Whatever she was saying, most of it had been lost to the open space of the poolyard.
When she came into view, she was dressed to show about as much skin as Lukas did. While he wore trunks, she wore a two piece swimsuit that, while not a scanty string bikini, still wasn't the sort of thing you were supposed to greet guests in, especially not if you were an unwed Kinfolk of royal bloodlines. The piece was colored turquoise and orange and tied behind her neck in a halter style, and the bottoms were cut into small shorts with a belt buckle added to the front to match the bronze ring that held the top piece together between her breasts. Her hair, while wet, appeared more brown than anything else, and she had her hands lifted holding a fluffy white towel to dry off the ends so they didn't drip everywhere.
She paused a few feet behind Lukas, blinking momentarily like a deer caught in the headlights, looking at Katherine first then the man that she'd brought in with her. 'Keith Sommers', according to what she'd just said to Lukas while she was entering the room. ...A new addition to her tribe.
Oh boy.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (i'm totally cool w/ you joining, DI. kate's the tribal elder in the city, so genevre has good reason to know where her primary residence is.)
to Gabriella Bellamonte, Genevre de Provence, Katherine Bellamonte, Keith Sommers
[Genevre de Provence] Genevre was not what one would call a patient person. In fact, many who knew her called her by much more...... interesting names. And, thanks to the persistance of her father, she was given the whereabouts of this Katherine person she was to meet. Not that he believed her when she said she had talked to the garou in question. Fathers just had a way of being...bothersome at times.
It also seemed that Katherine didn't live very far from her as well. Her Red 2010 Volvo XC60 R-Design pulled up in front of the address, and she exited. She tightened the black leather overcoat over her black Prada dress with black boots then grabbed a gift box from the car before locking and setting the alarm. She glanced around the neighborhood before making her way to the door.
Soon came a heavy knock on the door of confidence and determination.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] A year ago, Lukas might've tried harder to blend with the Fangs. Even dressed as he is, he might've affected a sharper formality; lines of etiquette and courtesy. He would've stood differently, spoken differently. He might've apologized for his state. And he certainly would've wiped his wet hand before offering it to Keith.
Time passes; things change. Lukas puts his hand out as it is, the corner of his mouth turning up. "Savage Dawn, I'm glad to meet you. A fellow Ahroun?"
[Keith Sommers] "Hey," Keith says, easily enough. And he holds his right hand out to shake Lukas', by way of hello. "Ahroun," he adds, to complete the introduction more properly. "And it's good to meet you; I've heard good things about the Unbroken." A pause, and his eyebrows furrow together; perhaps because he was trying to remember whether or not there should be another word after unbroken. It's a good pack name, he thinks: Unbroken. Defiant, too. And then there is Gabrielle, at about the same time as there is Lucille and the glass of water.
Let it be said that the scantily clad hot chick gets more attention than the old woman with water. "And hello!" But! After a miniscule little doubletake, Keith remembers his manners, and gives the older woman a nod as he takes his glass. Say what you'd like, but long introductions: they make him thirsty.
[Keith Sommers] ooc: change it to "Ahroun," he agrees. (grins)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas's hand grips at Keith's forearm rather than his hand. It's a solid shake, though not overbearing. There's no indication that he's trying to assert dominance by crushing the living hell out of his counterpart.
"Really?" Lukas seems pleased, though a little wry. "I would've thought the Fangs would be appalled that we'd parted with the Talons of Horus to bond under one of Thunder's."
And, there's another knock on the door. Lukas glances that way, then at the long-suffering Lucille. "I'll get that." Padding door-ward, he calls over his shoulder, "That's Gabriella Bellamonte, by the way. Katherine's sister and ward, and the youngest of the Bellamonte dynasty."
[Genevre de Provence] (( For pic: http://www.chicagodusk.com/index.php?jove=gallery&picture=4398 til I get things reinstalled from my HD death))
[Genevre de Provence] When Lukas opens the door, Genevre quirks a brow slightly. Ahroun rage wasn't something one missed when so close. She stood tall at 5'11", and everything about her exude not only the royalty she was bred into but confidence as well. In her arm, she held a red gift box with silver ribbon and bow. Her accent was heavily French in nature, but her English was very good. "Bonjour, I am looking for Katherine Bellamonte."
[Gabriella Bellamonte] The men shook hands, had their introduction to one another as proper masculine Garou should, complete with the grasping of forearms and exchange of banter about Auspices (You're a warrior? I'm a warrior! Awesome! Let's squeeze muscles!) and Totems. Gabriella continued to dry her hair, but tucked her elbows in closer to her body and stood with her knees closer together as well, making an effort to appear a little more modest in body language when clothing wouldn't do the job for her.
Keith, naturally, took notice. Why wouldn't he? She was easy on the eyes, nice figure, wearing a swimsuit, and had enough breeding shining through that one could rest assured she'd give the world a few more True Born warriors before her time was up. She smiled and moved the towel from her head, holding it in front of her chest with one hand while reaching out with the other. Her eyes, a clear blue as opposed to the icy tones that her sister and her sister's Alpha had, flickered after Lukas when he introduced her with a 'by the way', and she grinned just a touch before looking back to Keith.
"What he said, I suppose. Very nice to meet you."
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Was it Fang meet-and-greet day? Had he missed the memo? Lukas quirks an eyebrow in return, and then stands aside. He's still dripping from the pool.
"She's inside, though she's with a new tribesman right now. I'm her packmate, Lukáš Wyrmbreaker." He nods at the package. "Want me to take that for you?"
[Genevre de Provence] ((Finally, got her pic up in Dramatis so it shows up in the sidebar now))
[Sinclair] Okay I know we said we'd patrol in pairs but I was driving around because I needed new headlights and I drove by this alleyway and it's always alleyways and now I have a broken leg and all my clothes fell off because they weren't dedicated and the leg'll be fine but I'm naked and I'm probably going to get pulled over if I don't stop somewhere.
Sinclair has learned how to use their link over the totemphone to speak to her packmates. That much is obvious. When she emphasizes a word it snaps like lightning; when she gets to the end her voice trails off in a windy howl. For all they know this is what she sounds like all the time in her own head. Until:
I had like four Red Bulls and not the little cans either the big cans and I have to pee and I think my hands are vibrating and it's actually pretty cool where are you guys I need pants.
to Katherine Bellamonte, Lukas Wyrmbreaker
[Genevre de Provence] "Interesting name, monsieur. And an interesting way of greeting one in such weather." She takes a step inside, and pulls off her coat while still holding the gift, and handed her coat to Lukas instead. "Pardonnez-moi, but I was told to give this directly to her."
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Without any apparent reason, Lukas suddenly blurts a laugh.
Fortunately, it coincides with a remark from Genevre that could be construed as humorous. The Shadow Lord wipes a drop of water from the tip of his nose, then snaps the swim goggles off his head.
"Katherine has a heated indoor pool. It's the only way to swim," a beat, and a hint of goodnatured mimicry, "in such weather." He looks at the package, then. "And, now I'm genuinely curious."
He shuts the door behind the newcomer, a flick of his fingers throwing the bolt. Turning back, "Have you a name?"
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] I'd avoid the foyer until you get dressed. Kate has guests. Silver Fangs. There's a world of mock-solemn emphasis there. There are robes in the pool room though, in the linen closet near the jacuzzi. Join the swim gear brigade.
That'll make more sense after Sinclair shows up.
to Katherine Bellamonte, Sinclair
[Genevre de Provence] His laughter was met with a solemn look, as if she were not amused herself, but no one could ever tell with her. She nodded. "Oui, Genevre de Provence, kin of Falcon. Daughter of Calvin de Provence, neice of Queen Anna de Provence of the Gleaming. I was told to come at my earliest convenience. Now is convenient."
[Keith Sommers] ooc: (fixes!)
ic: He can dissemble. Not very well, but he can. He says, "Admittedly, that wasn't one of the good things I heard." In point of fact, when Savage Dawn, Voice of Carnage was directed to Chicago -- when Gerard and Thomasine were giving the dirt on Katherine Bellamonte, philodox for the pack Unbroken, Thomasine sneered (in that understated way that Thomasine has) that it was a Mixed Pack, and sweet Katie should really be grateful that she'd managed to snag an advisory role to one of that tribe which so often attempts to put itself in opposition to our own, and fails, except of course where it comes to coloring, and wasn't she such a trooper. Gerard was much more prosaic. "But all spirits have merit."
Keith doesn't oggle Gabrielle. Well, he did for one second. But that was one second. Now he is not oggling her. Now, he is repositioning himself to stand so that he doesn't have his back to Lukas or the door or the newcomer. He offers Gabrielle the quirk of a smile. The cynical lilt to his eyebrows? comes out just a bit more, but the smile's sincere enough - even cheerful. "I didn't know Katherine had a sister, but I'm glad to meet you. ...Or a heated indoor pool."
Katherine's nearly getting those puppy eyes again -- but no! Dignity. Well. Screw dignity. Keith would very much like pool access, thank you. He'll give the almost puppy eyes to anyone who'll take them.
[Sinclair] What foyer? What pool room? Oh my god you guys I can't stop laughing where the fuck are you?
to Katherine Bellamonte, Lukas Wyrmbreaker
[Katherine Bellamonte] With her work at the door taken up by the Shadow Lord, the Bellamonte's long-serving maid takes notice of her younger mistress's lack of attire and the pointed look her elder sister is casting at her and fetches the youngest of the family an oversized white robe from one of the guest bathrooms.
Her younger sibling's nudity taken care of, Katherine's attention, while straying for a beat toward the doorway, quickly returns to her original guest. "Yes, as a matter of fact I have two siblings, also an elder brother who is true born as we are, currently residing in Paris, France. Edward Bellamonte, Bets on the Underdog, No Moon and former Alpha of our pack."
A peculiar expression steals across the Philodox's regal features then, as if she were being tickled by a feather along her bare leg. She prevents the smile from betraying her entirely, but her eyes gleam unusually bright for an instant before she gestures that Keith should make himself comfortable.
"I will call for tea, unless you prefer something else?" An eyebrow rose.
[Gabriella Bellamonte] [[ I am, unfortunately, being chased off to bed by my husband, who reminds me that it's unhealthy to go work a nine hour shift on four hours of sleep. My laptop's virtually being closed on my fingertips. We can assume Gabbie goes upstairs to dress and somehow manages to not come back down, please? ]]
to Genevre de Provence, Katherine Bellamonte, Keith Sommers, Lukas Wyrmbreaker
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Keith's comment goes unanswered -- not as a snub, but simply because the Ahrouns were now a good ten paces apart, and it's generally considered rude to turn from your current conversational partner to shout across the room at another.
So Lukas's attention remains on the newcomer. Though -- something about her comment, or god knows what else, makes his lips compress. He bites the insides. There's a sense that he's trying to hold back another laugh. When he gets it under control he says, quite calmly, "An impressive lineage. And I'm sure Kate will be glad to meet another of her tribe."
He loops the swim goggles around his wrist, snapping the elastic loosely into place. He's darker than the Fangs here; darker than most Fangs would be. There's a sort of husky promise in his frame that he's still growing into. Another ten years, if he survives that long, and Lukas will have the sort of brawny, mountain-solid strength of his ancestors: lords of the mountain, hunters of the undead nearly as cruel as their quarry, and far more savage.
"So what brings you all the way from Provence, Genevre?"
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Kate and Gabbie's Loft. Address is (blahblahblah). You can park around the corner and then come up through the Umbra. It's suite (blahblah).
And for the love of god, stop talking into my head. You're making me laugh at an unwitting kinswoman.
to Katherine Bellamonte, Sinclair
[Katherine Bellamonte] I can probably offer you something more substantial than a robe to wear, though I think I will remove any caffeinated beverages from the fridge.
to Lukas Wyrmbreaker, Sinclair
[Genevre de Provence] Until he decides to take her to Katherine, Genevre remains with Lukas, being polite as she can, which is rare except when around true borns. She continued to hold the gift in her arms as if craddling a newborn. "My.....Père...has appointed a job for me at Provence Law here in the city as their lead Arbiter."
[Sinclair] Kate has a Loft? Why don't you fucks tell me this shit? Why didn't anyone tell me there was a cut on my driver's seat, it keeps scratching my ass. All kinswomen are unwitting and OH MY GOD KATE YOU'RE THERE YOU WEREN'T SAYING ANYTHING I THOUGHT YOU'D DIED.
There's a beat.
I'm sorry I yelled I'm just very excited.
to Katherine Bellamonte, Lukas Wyrmbreaker
[Keith Sommers] "Oh, they told me about that one," he says. And for a moment, his brow furrows again. He had offhand charm, Keith; but he was also not at all comfortable to be around. He was not at all in control, not always; savage and carnage are in his deednames for a reason, and while he doesn't go around savaging things right and left, leaving a long trail of carnage, he has.
"And," recalling himself, he shakes his head. "No. That won't be necessary. There's a reason for the backwoods hick saying 'you look like a tall drink of water.' This was good." His glass is empty. Thirsty boy. Backwoods hick saying, indeed; he manages to keep a straight face when he says those words, just as if they were something serious. The backwoods hick tribe (fianna? Ohhhhh, no he din't). "And I should be going anyway; I have boxes to unpack, and you have another guest. When's a good time to come back?"
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "Interesting." That's not lip service. Lukas is genuinely interested now. His arms fold across his chest, and his balance shifts off-center. He settles into his stance and the conversation. Genevre might not get to Kate for a while. "What sorts of cases does your firm handle?"
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] There's a sort of mental wince. Then: Just hurry up and get here.
to Katherine Bellamonte, Sinclair
[Genevre de Provence] She didn't let it show, but the scenery she was facing was quite nice. She continued to hold a 'poker face' in her conversation, but there was a pleased look in her eye when he asked about her work. "Corporate litigations. Hostile buyouts, contract negotiations, law suits filed against our clients. Items of that nature. You would be surprised how bloodthirsty companies can be."
[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine issues a faint noise from the back of her throat that she disguises with a polite clearing behind her turned palm. This is perhaps her only outward reaction to her pack-mates antics across the totem-link. She returns her attention to the Ahroun as he downs his iced water and begins to excuse himself; at about the same time, Katherine's sister does the same, bidding Keith and the assembled a quiet farewell as she no doubt escapes up the stairwell to change her clothing.
"You may call again whenever you choose, Savage Dawn-yuf, I will give you my contact numbers." She walks here to a small side table and opens a drawer, removing a stack of cards. She takes up a pen and scribbles down her details, returning to pass it to the newcomer. "If you have have need of anything, you may seek me out."
She offers her hand with a smile. "I am always pleased to welcome more Silver Fangs to the city."
[Genevre de Provence] ((Not sure if that's good or bad with Kate's reaction to the totem *LOL*))
to Katherine Bellamonte, Lukas Wyrmbreaker
[Sinclair] There is a sudden THUD against a door down the hallway and around the corner. The door of the pool room jostles, if they can see it, and then there's a burst of laughter that is certainly from a female voice, but could not quite be called feminine.
"Oh my fuck," can be barely heard from the other side of the door. "There's a thing there."
[Keith Sommers] He takes the card, and the hand. Serious, courteous, all that jazz; he even holds it for a second. Then he says, "Family don't shake hands, Katherine. Family hug." And then: tug, embrace! He's a bastard, sometimes. Plain fact. Not the kind've younger brother one wants, exactly. "I'll call you from my cell later on today so you've got the number." Then, clearly trying not to grin, perhaps trying to look chagrined (this is very hard for Keith; he does not do it well), he'll back away. And unless Kate has words, he'll interrupt Genevre and Lukas to say, "Nice to meet you again, Lukas. And so long," for Genevre.
Then: so long indeed. So long the shadow one leaves behind! Oh, drama! Oh, tragedy! Oh, time to remember where one parked the car and the name of the street one lived on now.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "Oh no," Lukas's smile verges on a smirk. "Believe me, I wouldn't be surprised at all.
"Listen, I've been shuffling my stock portfoliios around while the market's bottomed out. If you have any information on which corporations to buy into -- within legal bounds, of course -- I'd appreciate the heads-up.
"See you, Keith," he turns his head to say; then it's back to Genevre. "I'm asking as a friendly favor. You have no obligation to me." Then he tilts his head toward Katherine, escorting Genevre over while she answers.
[Genevre de Provence] A polite bow of the head was given to Keith. "Au Reviour."
Her attention back to Lukas, she spoke as she followed. "I will see what I can find for you, monsieur. You would not be the first." There was a glimpse of a smile given.
[Katherine Bellamonte] Keith pulls a very stiff, uncooperative Philodox into his embrace and she endures the hug as well as she must endure a leg-waxing, with stubborn endurance and refusal to give in to an expression of pain. Her lips carry a strained expression of polite candor as she sees Keith off, and then with a breath hears the distinct thud of her pack-mate discovering a door, or a wall or, she prayed not, a priceless piece of furniture.
Open door first, then walk through it, chides Katherine to Sinclair with a mental smirk, while she approaches Lukas and her new guest. "My apologies for keeping you waiting, my home is a turnstile today, non."
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "Thanks." That might be the last thing a kinfolk -- a female Fang kinfolk -- might expect to hear from a Shadow Lord. Then he nods to Katherine.
"Another one of yours, Kate. Genevre of Provence and the Gleaming Eye, here with a gift that she's been charged to deliver directly into your lilywhite hands." He's deadpan. He couldn't possibly be ribbing Katherine.
"Genevre, your tribal elder in this city, Katherine Bellamonte." Lukas uncrosses his arms, pulling his towel off his shoulders and balling it up. "Excuse me."
He disappears around the corner. A moment later the door opens in front of Sinclair, and Lukas tosses his towel at her. Just in case she was still traipsing around bare-assed, and all.
[Genevre de Provence] Finally she came to meet Katherine in person. After Lukas' intro, there was a mere touch of a smile. "Merci, monsieur." Her attention back to Katherine, she nodded. "Oui, madam. It would seem so." She held out the gift to Katherine. "My aunt, Queen Anna de Provence, asked me to give this to you."
Inside, she would find a bottle of 2006 Louis Jadot Grands Echezeaux Pinot Noir from Burgundy France.
[Sinclair] It is a very good thing that Lukas is the one that finds Sinclair in the pool room. The Galliard is on the floor, bare of all but the modifications to her body that to many people would seem extensive and to other Urban Primitives seems a paltry expression of what her life means to her. There is blood in her hair. There is blood splattered over the tattoo on her hip, staining the steel ring in her nipple.
Also, part of her right tibia is jutting through the torn flesh of her shin. She is giving it a careful once over, and when Lukas opens the door she looks up to say: "I can do this, I saw it in a --"
A damp towel hits her in the face.
She bursts out laughing as it falls down. "That's disgusting!"
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "Yes well," dry as tinder, "it'll save us from the grief and shame and pain and scorn of breaking the Litany." He crouches on his heels to have a look at the mangled mess of Sinclair's leg, wincing in quite-possibly-mock sympathy. "What a mess. Don't you have healing talens?"
And totemphone: So.... what was in the mystery box, Kate? Inquiring minds are dying to know.
[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine in person was an not-altogether unimposing figure standing at just under six foot without her heels on, her person attired in cream slacks and matching turtleneck, her blond waves gathered over her head so that one ear was left revealed, a pearl-drop earring strung through the lobe. Her features spoke of her ancestry, as well as the purity in her blood that was in fact, slightly lesser than that of the Kinswoman before her. Perhaps it was this, then, that governed the delight of the Garou as she was handed her gift.
"Oh, merveilleux! Une grande vendange, aussi." She exclaims in a fast burst of french, her pale eyes gleaming with pleasure as she examines the bottle. "I thank your Aunt for her kind gesture, Genevre and I bid you welcome formally to Chicago, come." She gestures the Kinswoman toward one of the lounges. "Sit, and take some refreshment."
Secret papers for the destruction of the universe, of course,comes the dry totemlinked retort.
[Katherine Bellamonte] (or wait, scrub that bit about PB. I'm getting mixed up with Keith. -_-)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Tell me, Lukas threatens, or I let Sinclair shed bone shrapnel all over your floor.
[Sinclair] "Not... at the moment," Sinclair says, and then gives the sort of grating shove that no one who knows the first thing about First Aid -- and she knows more than the first thing, actually -- would ever do. A mortal would be howling then, shrieking in devilish pain. Many other Garou, even. Sinclair throws her head back, hits the hard floor with a thump, and giggles even though tears spring to her eyes. Her hands are wrapped around her shin, tucked up close.
"Oh god, this Gift is great, but that still tickled just a titty bit, didn't it?"
She gives a full-body shudder and burns what's left of her Rage to throw herself into the agile, lean form of a wolf with a broken leg. Metal still pierces the lupus-formed Garou's ears, but everything else is hidden under thick, sleek charcoal-gray fur. Her eyes are still a bright, shockingly gentle blue. She lies on her side a moment, then rolls to three out of four feet, limping with the last even as it begins to heal.
And instantly, the tremors of delight and near-panic from caffeine burn out of her. She swivels her head to look over at her Alpha, considers him for a moment, then gives his face a sloppy lick from chin to eyebrows.
Wish I could say that's the first time that's happened. Two, four, six, eight...
The next is aloud, and it's a yip of greeting sounded out for Katherine's sake. She exits the pool room, right back leg hopping as a bloody wound starts knitting itself together. She yips again for the Philodox, nails scratching over flooring, making her way towards the two Fangs.
[Genevre de Provence] "Merci." She followed the gesture and made her way to the lounges. She was very proper, and stiff as she sat down, even down to fixing her dress just right so it hung properly. "I will be sure to tell my aunt of your thanks. I am sure I would have gotten a call from her if I did not meet you properly soon. My père has been constantly badgering me since I have arrived."
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas sits back as Sinclair shifts and begins to heal. "It was a flesh wound? You decided to drive all the way back here without shifting to heal and--"
she licks him, rather like an overenthusiastic yearling -- which, in the grand scheme of things, Sinclair isn't too far from. Lukas instinctively tilts his chin up, accepting the gesture the way an alpha wolf would. When she goes dashing out the door, he shakes his head, picks his towel up off the floor and mops up the worst of the bloodstains.
On his way out of the pool room, the bloodied, damp towel goes into the hamper. Poor, poor Lucille.
[Sinclair] You ever try to drive an El Camino in glabro, naked, through Lake View and not get pulled over? Shut the fuck up.
to Katherine Bellamonte, Lukas Wyrmbreaker
[Katherine Bellamonte] The Silver Fang seats herself on the other side of the lounges, affording herself the view of the pool area from whence Sinclair and Lukas would, she hoped in proper states of dress, appear from. As they seat themselves, Lucille reappears as if summoned from the aether and fills two glasses with chilled water, then with a murmured aside from her mistress, sets off to fetch a tray of tea from the kitchen.
Truth's Meridian offers the Kinswoman something of an indulgent smile when she mentions her badgering parents and is just about to respond when Lukas issues his voiceless threat, followed up with a series of yips sounded out for the Silver Fang's pleasure. Sinclair emerges, healing leg and all and the blond Aristocrat on the lounge dips her head, fostering the bridge of her nose with her fingertips.
"Genevre, may I introduce my other pack-mate, this is Sinclair, Warcry." Pained to the extreme, Katherine none-the-less maintains a grasp of her manners, remaining seated even as she's potentially slobbered over.
"Tea?" She asks the room in general.
[Genevre de Provence] She bowed her head a bit to the aforementioned Warcry. "Bonjour, madam." A polite greetingfor the Galliard. She looked to Katherine. "Oui, merci. Tea would be fine." Seeing now that there were 3 true borns in the house, she was curious. "This is a den then, for your pack?"
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Guys, it's that time for me here, gotta go cook some dinner, so BRBish.)
to Genevre de Provence, Keith Sommers, Lukas Wyrmbreaker, Sinclair
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (i really like genevre, btw *LOL* i like how ... determinedly polite and almost-dour she is. she's totally diff from randi.)
to Genevre de Provence
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] I've actually never tried to drive naked at all, Lukas replies, amused. I'd heal myself and then come back through the Umbra. But I wouldn't expect you to do that. That'd make SENSE.
to Katherine Bellamonte, Sinclair
[Keith Sommers] ooc: (and stops spying!)
[Sinclair] Well let me ask you this, then, asshole: you ever try to make reasonable life choices when hopped up on -- wait, wait, lemme get this --
There's a flurry of activity in Sinclair's mind, shared for their benefit. Numbers flicker in her voice, in their vision, swim out of sight, return. She picks up where she left off without missing a beat.
-- over fifty milligrams of caffeine? You haven't? No I didn't think so. Shh. I fell off a building today and said hello to my legbone; your arguments are therefore invalid.
to Katherine Bellamonte, Lukas Wyrmbreaker
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (oh shit. i just realized jacqui's making dinner.)
[Sinclair] The Galliard in question -- or rather, the Galliard being introduced -- looks over at Genevre curiously for a moment. There are several rings in one ear, a single ring and a bar in the other. Her eyes are a pale, crystalline blue that is softer than Lukas and Katherine's, more surreally opaque. She just stares for a moment, ears flicking, then sniffs, chuffs, and continues on towards the Philodox.
She does not jump all over the Fang, however, to lick her face and get flecks of drying blood and shedding wolf hair on her. She goes to Kate's chair, looks at her pinching her nose. Sinclair's tongue lolls out, then she turns around a couple of times, seeing Lukas walking into the room after her. Her tail twitches a few times. Regardless of what her packmates are hearing, she does not seem in a terribly bad mood. Regardless of the rapidly healing wound on her leg, she seems almost happy.
And if not happy: calmer.
She looks at Genevre again and releases a low, rippling sort of sound: a greeting. After that, it seems it is all the attention she can spare for the kinswoman. She turns around a few times, finds a spot reasonably close to being between Fang and Lord, and settles down. She tucks her legs and tail close to her body. She lays her muzzle on her forepaws.
She watches.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (aw, DI left. WELL, *ANSWERS HER ANYWAY*)
Somewhere down the hall, a shower runs, then goes quiet as a door shuts.
A few minutes later, Lukas joins them in the lounge. He's dressed now: jeans, a shirt that he finishes buttoning as he lets himself in the door, all of it in shades of charcoal and grey. There are only two glasses of water, so he appropriates Katherine's from the coffee table. He takes up a seat at the other end of the couch, leaving a space more or less between himself and the Philodox for the Galliard. Stretching out his legs, the Shadow Lord slouches in his seat as he gulps down half of Kate's water and then hands the glass back to her.
"Not really," he answers Genevre as naturally as if she'd spoken to him rather than Katherine; as though there was little enough difference whether she speaks to one packmate or another. "Katherine stays here; so does Gabbie sometimes, when she's not at the Brotherhood. The rest of us are at the BroHo."
[Katherine Bellamonte] Lukas drinks out of Katherine's glass, and she takes it back with a clear grimace, setting it back on the table in front of the Alpha with the clear gesture that it was now his, as his saliva was all over the rim. To Genevre, the Silver Fang is considerably more polite than she on the surface appears with her pack-mates.
"This is my private home, but it also functions as a place for members of my family, and pack to stay when the need arises. It has five guest bedrooms aside from my own, you see."
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] It would be a lie to say Lukas doesn't display what may be commonly known as a shit eating grin when Katherine cedes the glass.
Small talk continues; sooner or later, the kin, discomfited by the presence of three Garou of not-insignificant rage or simply busy in her own private life, excuses herself. Perhaps Katherine walks her guest to the door, or perhaps Lucille sees to that. But once the door closes behind her, Lukas gives up all semblance of courtesy and propriety and props his feet up on the coffee table.
Where Bellamonte Manor is a display of old-world elegance and exquisite furnishings, the Loft is comparatively sleek and modern, minimalistic. Whatever Katherine's roots, she fits better here -- as does the pack. They're young, after all; the privileged youth, the razor-eyed raptors, the goddamn beautiful people. Lukas finishes his glass of water and sets it aside.
"I actually," he says, "sort of liked that kinswoman of yours, Kate. I thought there was something a little cutthroat about her."
[Katherine Bellamonte] The Loft was Katherine's own home, decorated with her own unique and yes, more sleekly modern design aspects. Whereas the Manor was an ageless trademark to her family's wealth and prestige, the Loft was a young Silver Fang's attempt to create something lasting of her own in the city. And it had always been a far more pack-friendly environment than the Manor.
Here the bedrooms were often utilized by pack-mates, current and former. The pool was used, as were the kitchen and upstairs rumpus area and with a full time chef and maid to service it, it was easy to see why Lukas occasionally stopped by to indulge in his pack-mate's splendor.
When Katherine returns from seeing Genevre out, she casts her Alpha something of an amused expression, her eyebrows rising high. "Oui, is there a threat to Danicka at hand, Lukas. Should I concerned about my new ward already?"
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas scoffs; doesn't deign to respond. Instead, "What about that new Ahroun? Another Fang you're looking to procure for the pack, or just an idle visitor?"
[Katherine Bellamonte] The Philodox procures herself a clean glass and pours a glass of chilled water from the jug on the coffee table, then sits herself down with considerably less ritual than she might if another not of her pack had been present. Turning her glass in her hand, Katherine listened to the tinkling of ice-cubes against the glass a moment.
"Hm? Oh, Savage Dawn? I don't know yet. That was the first time we've met, though I have heard of his family line. I'll have to see how he does before I consider him for the pack."
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas shakes his head as Katherine mentions Keith's family tree. "Do you really believe in that stuff, Kate? Family history and bloodlines? I mean, where exactly is the logic in thinking what your ancestors did will affect what you'll do in your life?"
[Katherine Bellamonte] "Of course it matters, Lukas." She disagrees lightly, resting her head against sofa leather. "It does not make an Ahroun a better fighter in terms of physical strength, but for us to be without the links to our past is to be without a portion of our souls." She smiles, amused at her poetry. "Well, you know what I mean. Would you not feel smaller, and less certain were you a pup reared without knowledge of your mother, your father? Sister?"
The Half Moon was quiet a moment, thoughtful.
"I believe in my tribe. I believe that there is still greatness within us."
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "Well," Lukas concedes, "I do have trouble imagining how I would've turned out without my family. Still, there's a difference between parental influence and ancestry. All I'm saying is, in the lack of all other information about a man, I don't understand why you weigh his genetics so heavily."
With that, the Ahroun gets to his feet, picking his emptied glass up.
"Come on," he says. "Enough of this lazing around. Let's go on a hunt. I've been meaning to take a look up north."
[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine stretches herself as she gets to her feet, and laments with a clucking sound the new stains on her tiled floor. "These are going to take hours to clean up properly. Do you realize how deeply germs penetrate? Thank Gaia the rug was not down."
Then, priorities emerge: "Anywhere that isn't a cave, or an alleyway is fine."
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (to GC!)
[Theron Locke] Theron had finally managed to track down the Theurge Elder several hours before, he had contacted her and requested that they meet at her earliest conveniance. They had discussed various places to meet and it seemed in their movements, the park bench in which Theron now sat was the point that their paths would cross.
So he sat and waited for her to arrive, he wasn't sure what her demeanor would be. Seeing the last time they crossed paths, she had lost a packmate.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] 1. 10 min per post OR LESS. Preferably less. Declare in 3 min. Roll in 2 or I'll roll for you.
2. No posting order, but please post ONCE for every post I make.
3. Keep track of your own health and tempers.
4. In this particular oneshot, I'm not gonna bother with recaps. However, at the end of each round, I'll allow 10 min for you guys to post whatever recaps you want before we dice again!
5. Questions in the chat. Don't IM me. If I don't see the question, repeat it until I do *LOL* If I don't respond for minutes on end -- I'm probably posting. You should wait, unless it's absolutely urgent, upon which you should PM me once.
6. PM me your applicable flaws. This includes stuff like nightmares and phobias and hatreds and compulsions.
7. If there are any off-limits themes, imagery or events you do NOT want to see in a scene, PM 'em to me now.
8. Your characters are about 60 miles north of Chicago, in a small wooded town on the outskirts of the Chicago metro area.
I'll post in, and we should be doing inits in 1-2 rounds thereafter!
[Joss Lehrer] Merit: calm heart - no flaws, she's perfect, and you know my limits by now, or certainly should. you whip out a reptile and Im leaving you all to die.
to Lukas Wyrmbreaker
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Antioch, Illinois, is very nearly at the Wisconsin border. This is a small, wooded suburb, quietly upper-middle class, lovely, squeaky-clean, perfection embodied. Only, it crawls with taint. It's there in the air, seeping beneath the surface, stinging in their nostrils with each breath. They don't even need a Gift to sense it.
On a tranquil side street just off Antioch's main boulevards, Lukas parks his M3. Katherine is with him. Theron was told to meet here at a small neighborhood park -- the sort of place mothers bring their children to play on a sunny afternoon. There are children's playsets in the sandbox; winding paths over the acre or so of grassy open space, shaded by oaks that, this late in the year, have lost all their leaves.
"Gossamer-Wing-yuf," Wyrmbreaker greets the Fenrir first, the only one here who is not one of Perun's. "Glad you could join us."
Then, turning to the small party, "I was up here last week looking for traces of the rumored Hive in the area. Word has it a few years back the Garou of Maelstrom dealt them a pretty devastating blow, but they've rebuilt since then. Could explain why we're seeing so much activity down in the Protectorate.
"Anyway." He nods toward the small brick structure in the corner of the park, by all appearances a public restroom. A very clean, well-kept one at that. "I found something suspicious in there. Let's go check it out."
[Joss Lehrer] Her demeanor is considerably better- though she still mourns. However, yesterday? She was paid for Godi work with ice cream. And that makes EVERYTHING ok. Especially when it's Peanut Butter Brownie Bliss from Cold stone - double scoop in a chocolate dipped waffle-cone.
And a gift certificate for the same - which she's currently enjoying the last of as she sits in Althea, licking the last of the goodness from her lips, from her fingertips, and in lue of using a napkin, wipes her hands afterwards on her skirts. She plucks the earbud from her ear, tosses her ipod on the passenger seat, grabs her bag and exits the vehicle - headed for the park, where she meets the Unbroken.
She doesn't smirk. Visibly.
The discussion turns to a hunting party before it even begins, and she glances toward the structure with a nod. "Alright."
[Katherine Bellamonte] Truth's Meridian was dressed as she had been earlier in a pair of cream slacks and a white cotton turtleneck sweater. Her only concession to the purpose of this meet were the pair of sneakers on her feet and that her hair had been tied back from her face in a casual ponytail. She nodded in greeting to Gossamer Wing, and bumped against Theron's arm in a friendly gesture of packmate to packmate before she turned pale eyes on their destination.
And drew a breath.
It appeared to be a public restroom. Not her favorite places in the world, she'd once watched a documentary on the number of diseases that were found on a swab taken in a public restroom's door handle. The results had left her queasy for a week and a half. Irregardless, she pushes aside her uneasiness, and begins after the rest of the group.
[Theron Locke] Theron stands from where he was sitting, all the members of tonights posse having finally gathered. He speaks , his words solemn "You think they are out for retribution?"he speaks as he walks towards the small restroom.
"Evening Gossamer Wing" as he tries to offer a friendly smile, still unsure whether she bares any grudges from that fateful night when Evan fell. "Glad you could make it."
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (storm feather!)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "Well, if they are," Lukas replies with a trace of a smile, "so are we."
The Ahroun removes a single, jet-black feather from the inside pocket of his leather coat. The shaft of the feather, if they look, is intricately inscribed in tiny glyphs praising Thunder, Perun, and the spirits of lightning and wind. He tosses it aloft. A wind catches the feather, drafts it upward toward the overcast sky until their eyes lose track of it.
A moment later, a distant rumble of thunder can be heard. A few seconds after that, the first patters of cool rain begin to fall.
Lukas pushes open the door to the bathroom. The women's side, at that. Inside, the restroom is -- to Katherine's delight, doubtlessly -- very clean, well-lit and well-appointed. The floor is expensive stone tile; the walls painted in tastefully muted colors. The sinks are large and gleaming, the mirrors spotless. Rather elegant sconces line the walls, and the stall dividers are solid, high-quality, thick. It looks like the bathroom of an upscale restaurant.
Lukas leads them to the handicapped stall, where -- with little apparent reason -- a door is set into the wall. If they're keeping track, this is the wall that should divide the women's room from the men's.
"I'll take point on this," Lukas says. "Joss, if you don't mind -- rear guard? Theron, I want you to keep an eye out and heal us if necessary. Make that a priority over fighting. Gossamer-yuf, assist him if necessary. And Kate, I want you mostly doing flanking strikes.
"If you guys want to activate gifts or talens, now's the time."
(go ahead and roll gifts/talens/whatever. Lukas will wait as long as necessary for everyone to power up. My next post will initiate combat!)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (also, lukas would hand out bloody bandages to everyone present tonight. if you spend 1 gnosis to activate, they add on + of health points equal to your permanent gnosis)
[Joss Lehrer] (1 gnosis activate BB: + 6. Yeah, that's right. 6. 1 gnosis for Trollskin: still in homid, so sta+pu=4 d 7)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Katherine Bellamonte] With what can only be seen as visible relief, Katherine takes note of the spotless restroom and with a moment's glance over the premises, accepts the Bloody Bandage from her Alpha and activates it, along with her other gift(s).
OOC: Spending 1 Gnosis to activate BB and 1 WP for Resist Pain
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (1gn + 1wp for luna's armor!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 6, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 7) [WP]
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (+1 XP for resist pain)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (oh and +1gn for BB *LOL*)
[Joss Lehrer] Lukas says he'll take point, and appoints her rear guard. She nods, slightly, and then makes Kate's day, likely, by going warty and smelly.
Troll Skin. Yum.
(And -wp for Resist pain.)
[Theron Locke] ( Spends +1Gnosis and activates Training Paint ) He moves forward and offers the paint to Lukas and Kate, applying it to their bodies if they don't resists ( +1 die to any roll to execute a pack maneuvre)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Once everyone's prepared, Lukas lowers his head and tucks his arms to his chest, charging at the closed door shoulder-first.
The instant he hits, the darkhaired man disappears; a black dire wolf barrels into the barrier, splintering it off its hinges. On the other side is a rather narrow crawl-space, all bare drywall and unshielded lightbulbs, nothing like the rather upscale facade of the bathroom.
The wyrm stench here is worse. The crawlspace is long and narrow, sloping steadily downwards. At the end of the visible portion of the ramp, it turns to the left. Distantly, there are voices, which stop at the crack! of the battered door against the wall.
"--shh. What was that?"
"Sounded like someone busted down the door."
"Poor motherfucker. Saddle up, boys. Let's show 'em a welcome party."
They can hear footfalls approaching.
(let's roll inits!)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Spending 1 Rage to SnapShift to Hispo
+8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Joss Lehrer] (1 rage - snap to hispo +9!)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Theron Locke] [ Spend 1 Rage Snap Shift Hispo - Init + 7 ]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas
+10 (spirit of the fray) +9
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2 (Failure at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Austin
+18
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2 (Failure at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Buck
+7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Cooper
+6
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Dustin
+5
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Emory
+4
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Init Order:
Lukas 21
Austin 20
Joss 19
Kate 18
Buck 17
Theron 13
Cooper 13
Emory 13
Dustin 9
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Declarations!
All baddies are in Crinos.
Dustin
Walks around corner, hanging back
Emory
Blissful Ignorance, then ??? -- Everyone, roll Percep+Alert vs diff 6.
Cooper
1. Run around corner
R1. Chomp Lukas!
[Theron Locke] [Per + Alert ]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Perc + Alert]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 5, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Joss Lehrer] (Perc+alert)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (Blissful Ignorance)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 5, 6, 9 (Failure at target 7)
[Theron Locke] [Theron hides behind Lukas, trying to reduce number of targets they can see]
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Emory
Right, everyone can see Emory is:
1. Activating Blissful Ignorance
R1. Sneeeeaking up to them to...
R2. ...try to backstab Lukas
[Theron Locke] [Theron hangs back , waiting for the attempted backstabd, will then bite Emory]
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Buck
1a. Runs around corner
b. Curse of Hatred: Katherine!
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Split action:
1a. HUP! Jump over bad dudes.
1b. RAWR! Turn and bite Buck!
R1. Bite MOAR! Buck again
R2. Bite again, sucka!]
[Joss Lehrer] [THERES NO ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM. Watching their backsides. Not impressed. Sheesh, Lukas has no ass...
1 rage - but holding action until needed.]
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Austin
1. Wyrm Hide
R1. Run around corner, leap!
R2. Turn around and chomp Joss
R3. Also chomp Theron!
[Joss Lehrer] [Rage action: BITE AUSTIN. oh NO you don't, asshat.]
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas
1a. Holding til cooper is in range, then Spur Claws on him
b. Chomping emory when he's in range
R1. Chomping emory again
R2. Chomping emory again
If emory dies at some point -- going to Austin.
Rollin'! Spur Claws, Cooper.
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (damage +4)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 9 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Joss Lehrer] [Adusts - holding action until Austin is in range - then:
1a: bite
1b: bite
1R: bite, mofo.]
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] b. is gonna happen after Emory's R1, but since no one else is acting on Emory before then, I'ma go ahead and roll it now so I don't forget later.
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 8 at target 5)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (damage +7)
Dice Rolled:[ 16 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] emory soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Austin:
1. WyrmHide, +3 soak!
Since no one else is taking action on him before this: R1. Runrunrun, LEAP!
Joss, go ahead and roll all your actions against Austin, since no one else is targeting him before you get to him.
[Joss Lehrer] Gonna come get ME are ya? HAAAAAIIIIL KAHSEENO!
1a: Bite: dex + brawl + hispo = 4+2+2 = 8 - 2 for split, 6 diff 5 reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Joss Lehrer] Damage: str+ hispo + bite (+ EM) = 3+3+2 (+3) = 11 + 4
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] soak, wyrmhide!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Joss Lehrer] Aw come ON! HAIL KAHSEEENO!
1b: Bite: dex + brawl + hispo = 4+2+2 = 8 - 3 for split, 5 diff 5 reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 7, 9 (Failure at target 5)
[Joss Lehrer] RAAAAAAAAGE! I'll sacrifice KAI! I SWEAR IT!
1 Rage: Bite: dex + brawl + hispo = 4+2+2 = 8 diff 5 reroll 10s +WP
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 5) [WP] Re-rolls: 2
[Joss Lehrer] I'll tie her ass up in a SHINEY RED BOW.
Damage: str+ hispo + bite (+ EM) = 3+3+2 (+3) = 11 +7
Dice Rolled:[ 18 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [a. HUP!!!!
b. Bite Buck! -3 Split!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 5, 6 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Damage + form mods + 0]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (buck soaks!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 9, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Damage +3]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 6, 6 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Buck:
a. since she's RIGHT THERE, changing this action to curse of hatred! +1 diff.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Kate loses 2WP, 2 Rage.
b. and this one becomes a claw, +1 diff!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 10 (Failure at target 7) Re-rolls: 1
[Theron Locke] [Bite Emory - Dex + Brawl + Hispo at Diff 5]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 7, 9 (Failure at target 5)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Skipping Emory cuz we're assuming he's already gone as far as Rage 1.
Dustin: Changing action to healing Emory! +1 diff.
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 4)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas, Rage 1 -- Chomp Dustin. HEAL THIS. +1diff.
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 9 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] damage +8
Dice Rolled:[ 17 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 11 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (nooo i want to liiiive!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Rage 1! Bite]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (buck soaks!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (buck: ded!)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas, Rage 2 - chomp Emory as planned!
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 11 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] damage +10
Dice Rolled:[ 19 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 10 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (noooo i want to liiiive!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Rage 2 +1 for changing targets!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Damage!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (soak +wyrmhide!)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Austin:
R2, chomp Joss!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 5)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Damage +5!
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Joss Lehrer] Soak: Sta + hispo (+TS) = 3+3 +(2) = 6 +2 = 8
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] R3, Chomp Theron!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Damage +1
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Theron Locke] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] It's a fearsome crew that hunts the wyrm into its lairs tonight. In seconds, the crawlspace is a slaughterhouse. Three Dancers fall in single bites from the Shadow Lord; another, in two from the Silver Fang. Not such a lady after all, she turns her jaws on the last, but he proves to be made of tougher mettle. Despite the efforts of Philodox and Theurge, the last of the Dancers stands impervious amongst the bodies of his packmates
and
laughs.
"Oh, you dung-fucking cubs are in for it now," he snarls. The Garou Tongue is a perversion in his voice, heckling and mocking, twisted almost beyond comprehension. A trembling is starting up from the tips of his claws, the distal extremities of his body. It spreads over him, shivering his fur like grass in the wind. "You don't know what you've stirred up."
His maw drops open, thick foam dripping from his jaws. His eyes roll back in his head. He howls, leaping recklessly forward -- and somewhere beyond the turn of the tunnel, something bellows in answer.
The ground begins to shake beneath their feet.
(Sum-up:
Buck, Cooper, Dustin and Emory: all dead.
Austin: unharmed.
Rolling inits for Zazuzu! +10)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Oh and as far as I know, our health:
Lukas OK +3
Kate OK +3
Theron OK +4
Joss OK +6
New init order:
Lukas 21
Austin 20
Joss 19
Kate 18
Zazuzu 16
Theron 13
[Theron Locke] [ Theron darts towards Austin, biting ]
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (drumroll..... random number!)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Zazuzu
1. BURST FROM THE DEPTHS. Effect: Earthquake!
R1. Knockback on Lukas
R2. Bodyslam Joss
R3. Roll on Theron
R4. Eat Kate. NOM!
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Split Actions:
1a. Head toward Zazuzu
1b. Bite Zazuzu
R1. Head around back of Zazuzu to flank (unless eaten)!]
[Joss Lehrer] Oh Austin, you done pissed me off now - yer MINE.
2 rage - split first action
1a: BITE
1b: BITE +wp
1R: BITE
2R: BITE
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Austin
1. spur claws on Lukas!
R1. chomp Joss!
R2. chomp Theron!
Lukas
1a. Bite-Fur Gnarl Austin (no claws, regenerating)
b. bite the gnarled spot!
R1. more!
R2. MOAR!
Obviously, if Austin dies, he moves on to Zaz.
[Katherine Bellamonte] (correcting action 1a. Biting Zazuzu!)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (Lukas: Fur Gnarl!)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (damage +1)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 5, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Austin: HURR. Soak.
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas: changing action to fur gnarling again. +1diff. +1WP!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 8) [WP]
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (damage +1!)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Austin: Soak -2.
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Austin: Spur Claws on Lukas!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Damage +2!
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 4, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas: soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (all damage soaked, but spur claws under effect.)
[Joss Lehrer] Hey Austin! CHOMP! HAIL KAHSEENO!
1a: Bite: dex + brawl + hispo = 4+2+2 = 8 - 2 for split, 6 diff 5 reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2
[Joss Lehrer] Would you prefer Kai in a PURPLE BOW more?!
Damage: str+ hispo + bite (+ EM) = 3+3+2 (+3) = 11 + 2
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Joss Lehrer] Yeah, i thought so! A PURPLE BE-BOWED KAI IT IS!
1b: Bite: dex + brawl + hispo = 4+2+2 = 8 - 3 for split, 5 diff 5 reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 5 at target 5) [WP]
[Joss Lehrer] HAAAAAAAKIIIIIL KAHSEENO!
Damage: str+ hispo + bite (+ EM) = 3+3+2 (+3) = 11 + 4
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (NOOO I WANT TO LIIIIVE!)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (incapped!)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Bite Zaz! Split -2)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Damage!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 3, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (Zaz soaks!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 6, 7, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Bite Zaz! Split -3)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Damage!)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] A monstrosity -- a cobbled-together creature, vaguely humanoid, enormous, bursts out of the very ground they stand on. The shaggy, powerful hindquarters of a goat end abruptly in the torso of a man, though the creature is quadripedal, hunchbacked, and its forearms are clawed and reptilian. Three heads crown its shoulders -- a snarling wolf's, bat-eared; a wall-eyed goat's; and the last, most terrible of all, a human head with the jaw unhinged back to the ear. Its eyes are milky and blind. It snaps its dull teeth at them, torn lips pulled into a hideous rictus grin.
It's about ten feet at the shoulders; perhaps as much as fifteen long. The crest of its humped back brushes the ceiling above them, and its body fills the tunnel entirely. To get around, they will have to run beneath it. The shockwave that shudders through the area with Zazuzu's emergence is enough to topple the most athletic of humans, but then, none of them here are human.
(Earthquake! Roll Dex+Ath and beat this roll to stay standing. Otherwise, take 1 action to get back to your feet. Theron can split his action; the rest of us, since we're on to rage actions, cannot)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas: Dex/Ath
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Joss Lehrer] dex+hispo+ath=8
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 7, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [ack!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Theron Locke] [ Dex + Ath]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Theron Locke] [Bite Z - Dex + Brawl + Hispo + 1Totem -3Split]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 7, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Theron Locke] [DMG Z - Str + Hispo + Sux]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Theron Locke] (Extra Dice]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 9 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Theron Locke] (dam]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas: now biting Zaz.
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 5) Re-rolls: 4
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (damage +7)
Dice Rolled:[ 16 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 10 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Zaz soaks!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 7, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Joss Lehrer] Changing to Zazu! (will coup de grace Austin later!)
1 Rage - CHOMPITY!
Bite: dex + brawl + hispo = 4+2+2 = 8 diff 5 reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 6, 6, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Joss Lehrer] Hail KAHSEEEEEEEEEEENO!
Damage: str+ hispo + bite (+ EM) = 3+3+2 (+3) = 11 +4
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 10 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 6, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Zaz: knocking Lukas back. Lethal damage for excessive strength.
Part 1: attack roll
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Part 2: Damage/Distance roll. Str+Brawl+Ath+1 (succ), succ/2 = lethal damage, succ x3 = distance launched!
Dice Rolled:[ 18 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (Lukas launched: 18 yards.
Soaking against a measly 3 lethal)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas, Rage 2: running back.
Austin: ded.
Joss, Rage 2!
[Joss Lehrer] 2r: bite Zaz
CHOMPITY CHOMP!
Bite: dex + brawl + hispo = 4+2+2 = 8 diff 5 reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 (Failure at target 5)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Zaz: bodyslam Joss! Lethal damage for excessive strength.
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Damage +1
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Joss Lehrer] SOAK!
Soak: Sta + hispo (+TS) = 3+3 +(2) = 6 +2 = 8
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas: chomp zaz!
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 11 at target 5) Re-rolls: 4
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] damage +10
Dice Rolled:[ 19 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 11 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 6, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Zaz: roll on theron!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (dam +3)
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 4, 4, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 9 at target 6)
[Theron Locke] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] zaz: EAT KATE. Diff is 8. However, if successful, Kate goes into the belly of the beast and starts getting digested.
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 5, 5, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (MASTICATION. damage +1)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] The last of the Dancers doesn't last very long. He goes down, bitten asunder, and the Garou turn on the goliath, surrounding it, tearing at it from all directions, wearing it down bit by painstaking bit.
At one point, it headbutts Lukas so hard the Shadow Lord goes soaring back twenty yards. At another, it slams Joss, but the Fenrir proves nearly impervious to the attack. Then it crushes Theron beneath its bulk, damage so sudden and severe that a gout of bright red blood paints the tunnel floor, forced from the Shadow Lord's mouth, his nose, his ears, his nailbeds. A moment later, it turns on Kate. And the middle head, the near-human head, opens its ghastly jaw to the hinge
and
eats her alive.
(roundup:
All 5 BSDs: ded
Zaz: quite badly wounded (20agg so far)
Kate: unharmed, but begins taking 3 unsoakable agg a turn. That gives her about 4 turns before she's mush.
Theron: BB gone, -5 lethal. Roll Stam vs diff 8 to see if you regenerate one.
Joss: +5 still from BB
Lukas: +3 from BB
init order:
Lukas 21
Joss 19
Kate 18
Zazuzu 16
Theron 13)
[Theron Locke] [Regen Roll]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 5, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (theron is at -4 lethal. declare!)
[Theron Locke] [Theron holds his action, waiting to see what Z's next move is]
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Zazuzu
1. Bite Theron!
R1. Bite Joss!
R2. Bite Lukas!
R3. Bite Joss!
R4. Bite Lukas!
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Bite this fucker to pieces for putting me in the Germ Den:
1a. BITE
1b. BITE + WP]
[Joss Lehrer] Let's try something new....ish!
1a: MT on Theron (5-3 = 2 dice, d1) +WP
1b: bite zaz! (-4)
1c: yeah, DIE MOTHERFUCKER. (-5)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas:
1. Giving this action up since I forgot all my +2 dice mods last turn *LOL*
R1 chomp Zaz!
R2 chomp Zaz!
[Joss Lehrer] 1a - Theron! BE HEAAAAAALED!
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 5 (Success x 3 at target 1) [WP]
[Joss Lehrer] LOOK! I FOUND KAI, KAHSEENO! SHE BE YERS!
1b: Bite: dex + brawl + hispo = 4+2+2 = 8 - 4 for split, 4 diff 5 reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 8 (Failure at target 5)
[Joss Lehrer] Oh fine, you don't like it when she WATCHES. Bitch.
1c: Bite: dex + brawl + hispo = 4+2+2 = 8 - 5 for split, 3 diff 5 reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 5, 6 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Joss Lehrer] YEAH I CALLED YOU A BITCH.
Damage: str+ hispo + bite (+ EM) = 3+3+2 (+3) = 11 +1
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] (noooo i want to liiiive!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [KICK IT IN THE HEAD FOR EATING ME]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 5, 6, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8) [WP]
[Katherine Bellamonte] [don't mind me, I wanna see if she did any damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Bellowing, the titanic chimera falls. While others might go around delivering coup-de-graces to Zazuzu or the Galliard of the pack, Wyrmbreaker goes directly to the monstrosity's gut, grimly tearing and clawing until Truth's Meridian -- now coated in pus and blood, more red and sickly yellow than white -- slides out of the flesh of the beast like some sort of second birth.
The tunnel still stretches. When they go to the corner, they see that it continues down, down, down -- they cannot see where it ends, but they can sense the taint that waits.
"Enough," Wyrmbreaker says. "We'll gather allies and come back with a larger group. Let's gather trophies for the cleansing."
[Katherine Bellamonte] [WP: Yuck.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Joss Lehrer] She stands over the fallen Chimera as it falls, her lips curled, snarled, ready for another go... but it does not get up, and Lukas sees to freeing his packmate. She turns, instead, and delivers the coup de grace to Austin - because the bastard deserved it.
Only then does she shake herself, blood and gore flying, and melt down into her birth skin. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and grimaces, flicking the gore gathered there off to the side. Then she gathers the things she needs from the depths of her godi bag, and helps in the cleansing/cleanup/body disposal.
[Katherine Bellamonte] Truth's Meridian slides out of the beast's belly with a snarl that is equal parts anger and revulsion at being devoured via the creature's mouth. She kicks it, harshly, as she slides out of its stomach acid and gives a tremendous shake of her coat to rid herself of as much of the slime as she can, growling as she does and then, rubbing her hide against the sides of the cavern to rid her body of any remaining taint.
"Why do I always get swallowed?" The Silver Fang whines, as she begins to hunt around for trophies.
[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] The Ahroun whuffs in amusement. "Come on, it was Sam last time. You do always get covered in filth, though."
The black hispo bumps his shoulder against the white's, though; at once a gesture of reassurance and solidarity. The three of Perun form an unconscious unit; the alpha looks to Gossamer Wing.
"Thanks for your help, Gossamer-Wing-yuf."
[Joss Lehrer] She chuckles. "Perhaps your just that delicious and irresistible all wrapped in white, Kate."
Then she simply nods at Lukas. "Of course." And after it's all said and done - cleansing and disposals, she returns to her van, her ipod, and takes her leave.
celebration.
9 years ago