[Administrator] Soledad Gutierrez, welcome to Lake View (Northside) (Night)
[Administrator] Hatchet, welcome to Lake View (Northside) (Night)
[Administrator] Andrew, welcome to Lake View (Northside) (Night)
[Hatchet] Last night Soledad and Hatchet had left The Brotherhood not to hunt, not to kill, but to track. The point was not to run into as many beasts as they could and slaughter them; the point was to find gifts -- Christmas gifts, Hatchet had said cheerily -- for the spirits of the Caern. It is one thing to give sacrifice and chiminage to Maelstrom. It is another thing to appeal to all the other spirits bound or dwelling in and around the sept's lands.
First off, Hatchet had said with a rakish grin to his Beta as they headed downstairs and out, the spirit of the Wyrmpole.
After all. That one's the most fun to shop for.
They'd found something that seemed promising. On the edges of Lake View, in a suburb that looks far nicer in the real world than in its Penumbral counterpart, there is a small one-level ranch-style house. It has been falling into disrepair as the economy has gone south but still looks pleasant enough. A high school teacher lives there. She's single. She wears her hair up and drives a servicable sedan and everywhere she went as they stalked her, they could see the shadow of a bluish-green, leech-like bane clinging to her spirit, existing under her skin and writhing with joy at fulfilling its purpose.
She has students that come over to work on projects. Seniors, all of them. They are problem children, kids who stay up all night watching almost pornographic horror and slasher films, who were ripe for this bane's picking. Last night, Soledad and Hatchet saw at least three such students, but did not get a good chance to figure out what sort of banes have possessed them before the Teacher started to start looking suspicious.
Back at the Brotherhood still a few hours before dawn, Hatchet had left word for the members of the Unbroken Circle of when they were heading out and what help could be used. Tonight, shortly after sunset, he met with Soledad in the common room upstairs. Lukas, Armstrong and Katherine were not there, but Andrew was. Hatchet looked at Soledad as though communicating silently, and then the three headed out.
Now it is an hour into darkness, it is so brutally cold that the thought of warm blood on his hands is making Hatchet's heart pound just out of anticipated relief, and the three of them are standing across the street from the Teacher's house, and at the three junky cars parked in her driveway and against her curb. There's a bicycle leaning against her porch. Hatchet's eyes are narrowed, his brow furrowed, in an expression that says he's thinking.
They've already discussed how this will work. Hatchet is leading, as he led last night. Yet Andrew outranks Soledad. It's that simple. Ultimately, when it comes to using their claws, things start to get very, very simple.
He looks from the house to the scarred Gaian and the slim Uktena: "Last night there were only two cars. If this just goes absolutely to shit, I want Soledad to clear the path out. Dances-yuf, you let her guard you...neither she nor I can heal if it's needed. If we retreat, I'll bring up the rear. This area is populated, so move quickly and kill fast. But by god, take trophies. All I want for Christmas is a necklace of front teeth." He gives them two big thumbs up.
[Andrew] He grunts and tilts his head back and around, cracking his neck loudly. His fingers clench and unclench, the muscles straining. "I can handle myself in a fight." He lifts his hands and pushes the hood back off his head to hear better. Sniffing at the cold dry air. Too cold to even hold a tiny bit of moisture.
[Soledad Gutierrez] The night prior, Hatchet and Soledad had gone off on their own to do some scouting. Now, while Hatchet was the Alpha and the leader, while Sol would always submit if push came to shove, they acted as partners very well. Which meant they acknowledged that each had their strengths. Hatchet was much, much better a diplomat, he did the talking. He was also smart, good at planning things out, hence his role as a leader. Soledad was better at enforcing than deciding, but being Uktena she was also very comfortable with the Umbra and the spirits. So it was, for the most part, Sol's sure footedness in the Umbra and Penumbra, and her affinity with spirits and knowledge of the Wyrm that had brought them to decide on this teacher's home as the target of their attack.
Tonight, when the sun dropped and all that were present were Sol, Hatchet, and Andrew, the three took off by way of the Penumbra. Regardless of who was leading (probably Hatchet, unless he wanted her to walk ahead), she kept her eyes and ears sharp, traveled in her comfortable human form, dressed against the cold with her spear held over one shoulder. The weapon was simple enough, but kept clean and cared for, the blade sharpened for efficiency. It would have been left behind had they traveled in the physical realm, but since that wasn't the case she brought her second favorite weapon (next to her own jaws) with her.
Now, after passing through the Gauntlet in the secluded backyard of a foreclosed home up the street from the aforementioned teacher's house (which Soledad did with surprising ease-- she passed through the Gauntlet like it were water while others struggled with it like molassas), they stood as a threesome directly across the street, looking at the houses and bikes. Soledad was silent, she'd left her scarf at home to free up her face and allow greater mobility of her neck, but was almost regretting it, since the temperatures had dropped below zero that night. That was fine, she'd be warm with blood and dressed in fur soon.
Hatchet gave his orders, and Sol listened but kept her eyes sharp on the house's doors and windows. Andrew spoke up, growling what sounded to Sol like a protest to Hatchet's telling him to let Sol protect him. Whether it was an issue of pride, letting someone he outranked protect him, or whatever it may be, it evoked words from the Uktena that had been speechless most all night. "We don't doubt that. But we need you well." As if the scars that marred his body suggested he were anything but a seasoned warrior.
[Hatchet] Once upon a time, Soledad and Hatchet had been together for over a year before they ever bonded under a totem. Neither was Alpha. Neither was Fostern. There are many reasons why she is his Beta, not the least of which is that they learned early on how to work in tandem, rather than in a dyad of constant submission and constant dominance.
Plus, Hatchet knows just about fuck all when it comes to spirits, and Sol is an Uktena. He does, and has for a very long time, relied on her knowledge to get them out of some rather tight spots in the past. He is relying on her tonight to keep a wary eye for the unseen, just as he is hoping that Andrew's intensity in a fight matches his...uh...face.
Hatchet's response to Andrew is somewhat wry, his steely eyes all a-twinkle with some sort of potentially affected amusement. "You're a Fostern, Dances-yuf. I never d--" Sol speaks almost exactly what Hatchet was about to say, and he just smiles and shakes his head.
"Sol, I want you to go around to the side window of the living room. Dances-yuf, I want you to sneak around to the back with me. The living room's where they were congregated last night. Right?" he checks to make sure they've received the word, and then he starts walking.
[Hatchet] [Going to start moving much faster from here on out. Try to keep posts to about 5 minutes. When combat begins I want to keep it OOC and I'll post rapid recaps. The prettified IC recap of the whole combat will come at the end.
Go ahead and make Dex+Stealth checks, diff 6.]
[Hatchet] [Dexterity + Stealth]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Dex + Stealth ))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 6, 6 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Andrew] He grunts and shakes his head a bit, irritated. But he seems ready to go now. With a melting flicker he vanishes momentarily, until one looks down and realizes he's just shrunk himself down into his more comfortable midnight colored wolf form. He nudges Hatchet's hand as he trots past, to let the man know he understood. Then he's off like a hare across the street.
[Andrew] ((sorry, misunderstanding on setting, reposting))
[Andrew] ((Dex + Stealth ))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Perception + Alertness - Teacher]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
to Hatchet
[Andrew] He grunts and nods. Around the back. Wonderful. Hunting with a pack he doesn't know and taking orders. Also wonderful. He glances up and down the street and sighs. No, not out here. Fine. "Ok." He starts across the street at a jogging lope.
[Hatchet] [Perception + Alertness - Nerd]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
to Hatchet
[Hatchet] [Perception + Alertness - Jock]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
to Hatchet
[Hatchet] [Perception + Alertness - Frogger]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
to Hatchet
[Hatchet] [Inits, please.]
[Hatchet] [Initiative: +6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Hatchet] [Teacher Init: +6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
to Hatchet
[Hatchet] [Nerd Init: +6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
to Hatchet
[Hatchet] [Jock Init: +6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
to Hatchet
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Init + 6 ))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5
[Hatchet] [Frogger Init: +8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
to Hatchet
[Andrew] ((init))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Andrew] ((It's plus 7))
[Hatchet] Maybe it's the shuffling of Sol's small feet. Maybe it's Hatchet's pale hair. Maybe it's the ice-covered twig that Andrew steps on cracking through the night. Whatever it is, maybe one or all of them, it gives them away. There's movement inside as Andrew and Hatchet go to the fenced back yard, voices raising: a woman, saying something that's easy enough to guess just by the cadence of it:
"Quiet. I heard something."
Whatever element of surprise they may have had, they just lost it.
[Hatchet] We will be keeping the same Initiatives for the duration of the scene. Order is as follows:
Andrew
To Be Discovered 1
To Be Discovered 2
To Be Discovered 3
Soledad
To Be Discovered 4
Hatchet
Hatchet is going to swear, shift to glabro, and tear open the window.
TBD4 is going to climb up one of the walls.
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( So did Hatchet and Andrew make it all the way around to the back, or are they all at the same window/side? ))
[Hatchet] [They made it to the back]
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Okay, Sol's going to snap-shift to Glabro as well, (spending 1 Rage to do so), and bust through the side window ))
[Andrew] He takes a few steps forward, following behind Hatchet, murmuring a prayer to Luna as he does so. "Luna protect me." Taking one last glance at the Crescent moon as he does. Gaia knows he'll probably need it.
[Hatchet] [Let's keep declarations OOC now that combat has started, please.]
[Andrew] ((Luna's Armor))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]
[Hatchet] [TBD +1]
[Dex + Brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [TBD +1]
[Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Hatchet - Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [TBD +2]
[Moving across room]
[Hatchet] [TBD +3]
[Taking no action]
[Hatchet] [RECAP:]
Inside the lighted living room are four figures. They only catch a glimpse of one running up a wall, as Andrew prays for strength and protection. Another comes up to the back window where Andrew and Hatchet are. He is big, wearing a football jersey from the local high school and a backwards ball cap. His muscles bulge, veins in his neck and forehead stand out and pulse with bloodflow. His eyes are bloodshot and manic, unblinking. He has a Hot Pocket stuck in his mouth when he comes to the window, balling up his fist.
That fist goes through the window that Hatchet is about to tear off anyway. Just as he rises into his glabro form, that fist makes contact with Hatchet's face, knocking his head back and making blood spurt from his nose.
Over on Soledad's side, she can see a scrawny, lanky kid in glasses running across the room to get between Soledad and his teacher. Snot runs down his nose. He is wearing a red t-shirt with a d20 on it and the words I win below. There are huge zits all over his bare arms and face, all but throbbing with the yellowish-white pus inside.
The teacher does nothing. She stands there, her hair fraying from its bun, her eyes a vivid, malevolent green behind her horn-rimmed glasses.
[Hatchet] [DECLARATIONS]
Hatchet is going to grab the windowsill and go to TOWN on the Jock.
The figure that ran up the wall is going to try smacking him with -- yes -- its prehensile tongue. Eww.
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Sol's gonna split actions-- lob the spear at the teacher, then charge to slug the zit-nerd-boy. ))
[Hatchet] Teacher is going to Dodge.
Nerd is going to fucking stand there. Oh yes.
Jock is going to try and grapple Hatchet.
[Andrew] Andrew's going to split actions to kick, then punch the jock-boy as he leans out the window.
[Andrew] ((Kick))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Andrew] ((Punch))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Andrew] ((Kick Damage, Str + 1))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Andrew] ((Punch, Damage))
[Andrew]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Jock]
[Soaking the Punch]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 1, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Hatchet] [*fucking dies laughing*]
[Hatchet] [Jock - Grappling Hatchet]
[Dex + Brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Nerd]
[Fucking stands there. Oh yes.]
[Hatchet] [Teacher]
[Dex + Dodge]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Toss Spear-- Dex + Melee ))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 6, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Shit. Reroll, forgot my math. ))
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( This time done right ))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Damage for Spear Throw ))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 4, 4, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Nerd Pummel-- Dex + Brawl -3 ))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Damage ))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 5, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Whoever's up the wall: tongue-smacking Hatchet]
[Dex + Athletics, +3 Diff. due to cover]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Failure at target 9)
[Hatchet] [Hatchet]
[Dex + Brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Administrator] Peek, welcome to Lake View (Northside) (Night)
[Administrator] Peek has left Lake View (Northside)
[Hatchet] [RECAP]
When the Jock lunges through the window to punch Hatchet, Andrew takes advantage of his exposure to kick him and punch him in rapid succession. Maybe because the Jock is higher than he is, the blows connect but seem to glance off of him. He ignores the thud of Andrew's fist to his ribs and flails his enormous arms at Hatchet, but cannot get a hold of the Fianna.
The Nerd, watching Soledad, just grins. The light flashes off his glasses.
Seeing the spear in the Uktena's hand, the Teacher quickly tries to go to ground, but the spear from Soledad's hand is too fast and too sharp. She lets out a truncated shriek as the blade tears through the side of her torso. Thick, too-dark-red blood wells up and begins staining her powder-blue skirtsuit, and she turns those malevolent eyes on the glabro Ahroun.
From above, a squat little teenager with bulging eyes, a wide face, and a mouth that stretches all the way across it opens up and lets a long, sticky tongue fly towards the window. The angle is off, however, and his tongue just smacks against the wall before being retracted.
Hatchet, a little pissed off that his nose is bleeding and the bastards heard them in the first place, bites back a snarl that would alert the neighborhood to their presence and claws at the Jock's torso, raking his claws up the once-teenager's midsection and making the Jock give an undead-like moan of something more like irritating discomfort than pain.
[Hatchet] [DECLARATIONS]
Hatchet is going through the window.
Frogger is going to try and use his tongue to pick up Sol's spear.
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Rage Pop-- go to Crinos. Use claws to literally tear out the Nerdling's throat-- WP spent on that. ))
[Hatchet] [PAUSE, ST forgot something. *smacks self*]
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( *Pauses, finger on the rewind/retract action declaration button* ))
[Hatchet] [RECAP Part Deux:]
Sol throws her spear, the Teacher goes down, and then she throws herself at the Nerd. It should be fine. He's small. He's scrawny. He's smiling like an ass from ear-to-ear. And she makes contact. She hits him, but something instantly stops her from actually hurting him. It's the fact that as soon as she touches his little whip-thin body, a force of nature explodes from him.
She is thrown back against the wall by the window, electricity from the field around the boy's skin charging through her arms and legs. It does not burn her, but causes massive amounts of pain to go coursing along every inch of her body. It isn't enough to knock her out or make her too dazed to keep going, but it comes close. It comes very close.
The Nerd grins again.
[Hatchet] [And MORE Declarations!]
Teacher is going to use a nasty nasty power on Soledad. It's pretty nasty.
Nerd is going to Dodge.
Jock is going to try to grapple with Hatchet again. Because that totally worked last time.
[Andrew] Andrew uses a Rage to pop to Glabro, then split action to claw the jock twice.
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Claw in Glabro? ))
[Hatchet] [SIDE NOTE: I am going to ask you both to keep track of your character's Health charts and Damage penalties. Right now this only affects Soledad, really, but, uh. Yeah. *thumbs up* I figured that may go without saying, but sometimes it's still a good idea to ...say...what goes without...uh. Saying.]
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Noted. :D ))
[Andrew] ((Punches then, my bad.))
[Hatchet] [Edit to earlier recap: YA AIN'T GOT NO CLAWS IN GLABRO, HATCHET. GEEZ. ARROGANT SUMBITCH.]
[Andrew] ((Punch, -2))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Andrew] ((Punch -3))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Andrew] ((Punch Dmg, +3 for successes))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Andrew] ((Punch Dmg))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Jock]
[Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Jock -- Soak. Redo, as he is -1 due to Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Jock - Grappling Hatchet]
[Dex + Brawl, -1[Damage]]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [*rubs head* Did I take stupid pills today or did I just get 2 hours of sleep? Oh right. I got 2 hours of sleep. *DOES THAT ONE AGAIN TOO*]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Nerd -- Moves]
[Teacher -- Sanity Rending]
[Charisma + Intimidation]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 6, 7, 7, 7 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Need a WP roll from Soledad, base diff.]
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Ohgodplease WP Roll ))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 6, 6, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( WHOO! *Arms in air* ))
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Pull Boy's Throat Out-- Dex + 1 (Totem Influence) + Brawl -2 Damage ))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 8) [WP]
[Hatchet] [Nerd]
[Totally forgot to roll Dodge. Check my ass out, I'm fucking on TOP of this!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Damage-- Str + 1 for throat shot + 1 for suxx rollover -2 Damage penalty ))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Soak Pustule Damage-- Stamina -2 Health Penalty ))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Frogger -- My, that spear looks tasty]
[Dex + Athletics]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 6, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Frogger -- Strength]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 3, 4 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Frogger fails at life, dude. ))
[Hatchet] [Hatchet -- And in we go! Shoving the Jock so he can get in the window.]
[Dex + Brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Jock Soak, -1]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( 'Nother Soak -2 penalty ))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [RECAP:]
Andrew pummels the Jock with his fists, only to watch the burly footballer shake it off again and again. They have to get inside. They have to get inside because they can only keep this up for so long before their weakened forms put them too much at risk of being crushed by the stupid hat-wearing would-be fratboy.
The Nerd backs quickly away from Soledad, while his Teacher stares balefully at the Uktena. Her green glare is ignored, though, as Soledad is far too focused on destroying the scrawny figure that shocked her like that. She swipes with her enormous claws at his throat, opening two long cuts along the side of his neck that begin bleeding profusely. Unfortunately for Soledad, she is knocked back again, the electricity inherent around the boy's frame sending another current up through her arm.
Doubly bad is the fact that she not only opens his throat but a series of enormous pustules, which splatter fluid on her arm. She barely even notices that, though. Nor does she look behind her and see the Frogger trying to grab her spear. He manages to get his tongue around it, but cannot lift it from the floor. It thunks against the carpet again.
Hatchet, fed up, plants his large hands on the Jock's chest and lunges forward, sending both he and the Jock in through the window and leaving the way clear for Andrew to enter as well.
[Hatchet] [DECLARATIONS]
Hatchet is going to pop to crinos and try to rip the Jock apart.
Frogger is going for the spear again.
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Sol's gonna grab the spear and run the boy through with it. Not sure if this requires split actions or not. ))
[Hatchet] Teacher is going to try and grab the spear before Soledad gets it.
Nerd is going to try and punch Soledad.
Jock is going to punch Hatchet in the head.
[Administrator] Wyrmbreaker, welcome to Lake View (Northside) (Night)
[Andrew] Andrew jumps in the window, shifts to Hispo (or as close to it as possible) and burns 3 rage to chomp chomp chomp on the teacher.
[Andrew] ((Split action to go in the window and shift to Hispo, fyi))
[Administrator] Wyrmbreaker, welcome to Lake View (Northside) (Night)
[Wyrmbreaker] (christ! *kicks browser*)
[Hatchet] They are on the outskirts of Lake View in a suburb that's going downhill, specifically at the ranch-style single-level home which matches the address Hatchet left for Lukas. Last night he and Sol tracked down a high school teacher-turned-fomor who has now gotten a nice group of teenagers possessed as well. Sol and Hatchet saw at least 3 but think there may be more.
Not a lot more, and not terribly powerful, but their influence is apparently spreading. If left unchecked they will have an enormous pack of fomori to contend with, feeding off the misery they cause their hosts and their host's families...and friends...
When Lukas gets to the street in question, it is perhaps an hour and change past sunset. It is brutally, painfully cold. The house at the end of the block has lights on in the living room. No Christmas lights. Just the living room lights. There are two cars in the driveway, another along the curb, and a bicycle leaning against the porch. There is noise. Not loud noise, no longer the breaking windows or the brief shriek a woman let out earlier, but occasional thuds.
From outside, as he approaches, Lukas sees a dim bluish light go on in one of the rooms on the other side of the house. The back yard is fenced, the gate at the side of the house in question broken off.
[Damon, give me an Init roll and I'll adjust the posting order. We are using the same rolls for the duration of the scene.]
[Wyrmbreaker] (+6)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Spider Girl Init.: + 6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
to Hatchet
[Hatchet] [Snake Boy Init.: + 4]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5
to Hatchet
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Also: Andrew, I think ya can only do 2 Rage, since your Perm Rage is 4. Can't exceed half in one turn. ))
[Andrew] ((Oh, right, sorry, thanks.))
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Yep! S'cool. :) *Being anal for some undecided reason* ))
[Hatchet] http://www.chicagodusk.com/index.php?jove=gallery&picture=2580
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( *Highfive* ))
[Andrew] ((shift to hispo, second action of split, Primal Urge + Sta -3 diff 7))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7) Re-rolls: 1
[Hatchet] [NEW INITIATIVE ORDER:
Andrew
Jock
Nerd
Teacher
Soledad
To Be Discovered Yet Again
To Be Discovered What-A-Shock
Frogger
Wyrmbreaker
Hatchet]
[Hatchet] [Jock -- Dex + Brawl, -1(Damage)]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Jock -- Piss Poor Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Hatchet -- Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Nerd -- Punching Sol]
[Dex + Brawl, -1(Damage)]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 8, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Nerd -- Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Sol Soak -1(Damage) ))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Sol Soak Reroll (I'ma Dork) ))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Soak Electricity ))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Teacher -- Grabs the spear. I honestly cannot think of a roll that would be necessary for this. *L*]
[Frogger -- Spending WP to change action from spear-grab to smacking Andrew with his tongue.]
[Dex + Athletics]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Frogger's Tongue Go SMACK!]
[Dex + Brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Frogger Licky Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Andrew] ((Andrew Soak in Hispo + Luna's Armor))
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] He's a little late. And he's alone. No cavalry riding to the rescue here. Just one lone Shadow Lord Ahroun, coming down the street at a brisk walk, his eyes fast on the house at the end of the block. He doesn't need to double-check the address to know it's the one -- the thuds and the bluish flash marks it as such -- but he checks anyway. 1172 Clover St., reads Hatchet's handwriting. 1172, reads the numbers in front of the house.
Quietly, Lukas begins to cut through the lawns about three lots away, leaving the sidewalk for the shadows. He steps around trampolines and aging swing-sets, nearly trips over some kid's three-wheeler, lets himself in through the busted gate. There's a broken window not far away, shattered glass glittering in the snow like chips of ice, and he can hear muffled sounds of struggle inside.
His breath steams white in the cold as he looks about quickly, trying to find some other means of entry -- some way of getting around and behind. The kitchen window is too far, and the path is blocked by weeds and refuse that could make noise. The porch light is on. So much for that, then: Lukas strips out of his coat, lays it over the fence, and then takes off at a run across the snowy yard. His shoes crunch through the snow -- and then, in the instant of liftoff to leap through the window, it's not a shoe anymore but a huge black paw, leaving a single enormous track in the snow as the Shadow Lord, now Hispo, hurtles through the window to land on all fours, braced, on the living room carpet.
The scene inside is surreal. Monsters and monsters amidst tacky carpet, floral wallpaper, potpourri and television sets. Lukas takes an instant to gather it all in -- the blink of an eye -- and then he launches himself at the teacher, jaws snapping at the outstretched arm.
(don't worry, i'm not gonna write paragraphs every round :P
1 rage to hispo
2 rage for actions
normal action, jump through window to get in on it all.
rage action 1: mangle that arm!
rage action 2: bite for the back of the neck if/when teacher instinctively cowers to protect arm)
[Hatchet] [Hatchet -- KAPOW! to Crinos and releasing what has to be some kind of pent-up aggression towards Jocks in general.]
[Dex + Brawl, +1to Dex (Yay Weasel!)]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Rage Actions Plz FTW. Andrew?]
[Andrew] ((WP to change 1st Rage action and bite that stupid tongue, CHOMPY! HAAAAIL KAAHSEeEeEeENO!))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 7)
[Wyrmbreaker] (i thought action change was +1diff, not WP?)
[Hatchet] [In that case, 3 Suxx on that roll.]
[Andrew] ((Dmg -3 for tongue chompy))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Thestral, gimme a Soak roll, plz.]
[Hatchet] [Sorry about the delay, folks, my roommate called and my attention went to the phone because the roommate is bringing FOOD.]
[Andrew] ((Hispo Soak + Luna's Armor))
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Speaking of food. *Scuttles to kitchen.* ))
[Wyrmbreaker] (bite the arm! -- +1 dex from totem, assuming +2 diff to target arm)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[Wyrmbreaker] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (OH COME ON, KAHSEENO.)
[Andrew] ((CHOMP the Teacher!))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Andrew] ((CHOMP Dmg))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Soaking earlier Agg.]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 4, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
to Hatchet
[Hatchet] [Soaking earlier Agg]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 5 (Failure at target 6)
to Hatchet
[Hatchet] [Soaking earlier Agg]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
to Hatchet
[Hatchet] [Teacher -- Soak Bite +1]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 3, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Teacher -- Soak Bite +2]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (bite from behind!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 3)
[Wyrmbreaker] (are you shitting me? Kahseeno, what have i done to offend you?)
[Wyrmbreaker] (damage.)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Teacher -- Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 3, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Hatchet] [HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA]
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Hm. Abrasive language is all it took. :) ))
[Hatchet] [RECAP - Fast version this time]
- Andrew jumps in the window and shifts to Hispo
- Jock punches Hatchet in the head, Hatchet soaks it
- Nerd hits Sol and electrocutes her to unconciousness
- Teacher grabs Sol's spear
- Frogger tongues Andrew, Andrew soaks it
- Lukas jumps in the window in hispo LIKE A SUPERHERO
- Hatchet claws the FUCK out of the Jock, spraying blood everywhere
- Andrew bites the Froggertongue, and venom spews into his mouth, but he lets go/spits it out before it poisons him
- Lukas bites the Teacher's arm
- Andrew bites the Teacher
- Lukas bites the Teacher and she DED and REALLY BLOODY
[Hatchet] [BEFORE WE DECLARE:
Perception + Alertness checks, diff. 8]
[Wyrmbreaker] (percep/alert)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Hahaha... *KO'd* ))
[Hatchet] [Perception + Alertness]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 7, 7, 7, 10 (Failure at target 8)
[Andrew] [Perception + Alertness]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 5, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Hatchet] [OOOH MYSTERY Dex + Stealth]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
to Hatchet
[Hatchet] [Sorry, folks, IT AIN'T ENOUGH. On to DECLARATIONS!]
Hatchet is charging the Nerd and clawing, then using 2 Rage to claw...and claw again.
[Wyrmbreaker] (Lukas is gonna yell for Hatchet to NOT ATTACK THE ELECTRIC D00D and pick Frogger up and throw him at Nerdboy. And hope they kill each other or something.)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( This is gonna be so 3 stooges. ))
[Hatchet] [Frogger is up on the wall, he's out of Lukas's reach.]
[Wyrmbreaker] (he'll toss Sol instead.
kidding. he'll pick sol's spear up from teacher's mangled remains and use try to run the Nerd through.)
[Hatchet] Frogger is going to attack Lukas with THE TONGUE.
Something is going to come zooming around the corner and launch at Lukas.
Soledad is going to wake up and....
[Andrew] Andrew is gonna wrap a claw around the Teacher's body and fling it at the Electric boy.
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Sol's only barely waking up, doubtfully able to bring herself back to focus fast enough to actually act this turn. ))
[Hatchet] [Oh, awesome! I don't have to post the declarations for the Nerd and the Jock again! *hums*]
[Andrew] ((Sorry, Andrew's blowing a Rage to shift to Crinos to begin the body-toss olympics))
[Administrator] the devil, welcome to Lake View (Northside) (Night)
[Andrew] ((Body Toss))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) [WP]
[the devil] ((hey, do you guys mind if I lurk? I realize I'm incredibly late, so I figured I'd ask first))
to Andrew, Hatchet, Soledad Gutierrez, Wyrmbreaker
[Hatchet] [Lurking's fine!]
[Andrew] ((Body Dmg ))
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 9 at target 6)
[Andrew] ((lurking's fine and HAIL KAHSEENO))
[Hatchet] The Teacher's body flies through the air, all blood droplets and flailing, usless limbs, straight at the Nerd that could only protect her from the Uktena and not from the Surprise!Shadow Lord. She hits him hard enough that he is knocked back flat, his skull cracking on the wall, but the electrical field around him also vibrates and even sparks. The Teacher's body snaps back in midair with equal force and smacks right into Andrew's chest.
[Need a soak for Andrew, he takes 3 of the damage -he- inflicted.]
[Nerd Soak: he took 6 of that]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 4 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Andrew] ((Crinos Soak + Luna's Armor))
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (fyi, if nerdboy is dead lukas is changing actions!)
[Hatchet] [Nerd is alive but unconscious]
[Jock -- Body Slam to Andrew, Dex+Brawl, -1(Damage)]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)
[Hatchet] [thestral, need a Dex+Athletics check, diff 6 and a soak roll]
[Hatchet] [Maybe it would help that soak roll if I rolled Damage.]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Andrew] ((Soak roll))
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 8, 8, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Andrew] ((Dex + Athletics))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Andrew remains standing and takes no damage from the pissed-off Jock. Go him!]
Soledad wakes, stirring groggily, just as something large, dark, and surreal comes barreling around the corner. She might have been a small girl, once, this thing coming at them from the caves of the house. She must have been beautiful, because what's left of her face is certainly lovely. Prom Queen quality, really. Long blonde hair, ice-blue eyes, pert pink lips. Those remain.
The body that went with this face does not. The body has mutated grotesquely, elongated so that she is hunched over when she comes through the hallway that cannot handle her height. Her skin is covered in fine dark hairs, all moving in the air as though they are as sensitive as little fingers, feeling each scent and sound and sensation possible. There is a row of fangs in her mouth, and an extra arm sprouted from both sides of her stretched-out torso. She has four legs, as they do when they are in hispo or lupus, but these clawed appendages are bristling with bare muscle, not fur.
The transformation is ongoing, it seems. She is going to be a giant spider one day, or something close to it. She has six eyes already, all glistening red to match the enamel on her long, curving...'fingernails'.
The shriek she lets out is one of blind fury as she launches herself at Lukas, claws swiping and maw widening. "MURDER. MURDER. MURDER. MURDER." she chants, in shrill, choking bursts.
[Claw +1]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 6, 6, 7, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Claw +2]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (soak again!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 7, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Frogger -- Tongues Lukas. Awww.]
[Dex + Athletics]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Frogger's Dex + Brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Damage!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 6, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (soaking again!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (...and soaking 5 fucking agg because SOMEONE BIT THE TONGUE. fucker.)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 6, 6, 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Andrew] ((Gulp....))
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Lol. Good soak roll though! ))
[Wyrmbreaker] (okay -- redeclare due to player idiocy (HISPOS CAN'T USE SPEARS LAWL) and nerd KO:
splitting actions!
bite prom queen (9 -5(injury) -2 (split) = 2dice)
bite prom queen (9 -5 -3 = 1die LOL -- WP here.)
-- oh and yell at hatchet to fucking get the spear and kill the fucking frogger who's dancing around out of everyone reach.)
[Wyrmbreaker]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 8 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Wyrmbreaker] (damage!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (split action 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Success x 1 at target 6) [WP]
[Wyrmbreaker] (damage! HAIL KAHSEENO, DIE SPIDER BITCH!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Soak - Bite +1]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Soak - Bite +2]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Administrator] the devil, welcome to Lake View (Northside) (Night)
[Hatchet] [Hatchet is changing his action since the Nerd is KO'd and Lukas is going "KILL THE FUCKING FRENCHIE" or something. He's going to use Salmon's Leap to grab Frogger and pull his ass down. Splitting action to jump/grapple.
[Stamina + Athletics, Diff. 7, +1 for changing horses midstream, -2 for split action, using WP.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 8) [WP]
[Hatchet] [W00t. Grappling now.]
[Dex + Brawl +1 (Yay Weasel!), -3 for split action, using WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]
[Hatchet] [RECAP:
Andrew shifts to crinos, grabs the teacher, and flings her at the Nerd.
The Teacher hits the Nerd but also bounces off his electrical field, hitting Andrew in the chest enough to hurt a little but not knock him back. She hits the floor again, all bloodylike.
The Nerd is knocked out, slumped against the front wall.
Soledad wakes up and goes OHSHIT.
The Real Prom Queen comes around and claws the hell out of Lukas.
Frogger tongues the pretty pretty Shadow Lord boy and slimes him with venom from all the holes in his tongue.
Lukaes bites the hell out of the Real Prom Queen, making her squeal like a girl with a spider in her hair...ironically.
Hatchet leaps upward and grabs Frogger, yanking him back down to the carpet as they fall.]
[Hatchet] [Damon is taking a brief break to get some food and I sorely need to do the same. I will be back for Declarations in 15 minutes.]
[Hatchet] [State of the Union: About 5 hours of play and many "Waitaminute" moments later...
The Jock is standing near Andrew. His face is half ripped off and one of his shoulders is hanging on by sinews.
The Nerd is bleeding profusely from his throat and clearly has several broken bones. He is unconscious.
The Teacher is dead.
The Real Prom Queen has had one of her forearms torn off by Lukas's jaws and is bleeding from her torso.
Frogger is bleeding foamily from the mouth and tongue, and is starting to choke on it. Also is currently grappled.]
[Andrew] ((So, the declarations begin?))
[Hatchet] [DECLARATIONS]
Hatchet is going to let go of Frogger and go bite the Queen. Activating Resist Pain. Then 1 Rage to bite again annnd a second Rage to ...you guessed it. Bite!
Lukas is going to use Spur Claws on the Queen/bite. Then 1 Rage to bite annnd a second Rage to ...you guessed it. Bite! (Got this from Damon)
Frogger is going to bite Hatchet.
The Real Prom Queen is going to claw Lukas twice, again.
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Sol's gonna launch herself at Frogger and bite the hell out of him. ))
[Hatchet] The Nerd is unconscious.
The Jock is going to split actions and punch Andrew twice.
[Andrew] Andrew's going to split actions and spend a Rage to bite, bite, and bite again.
[Hatchet] [What is Andrew biting? The Jock?]
[Andrew] ((Bite 1))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Andrew] ((Yeah, the Jock, sorry))
[Andrew] ((Bite 2))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 10 (Failure at target 5)
[Andrew] ((Bite 1 Dmg))
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 4, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Andrew] ((Oh fer fuck's sake Kahseeno))
[Hatchet] [Jock -- Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Jock Punch +1]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 6, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]
[Hatchet] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Jock Punch +2]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 5, 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Andrew] ((Soak roll))
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Bite-- Dex + 1 (Weasel!) + Brawl -2(Damage) ))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Damage-- Str + 3 suxx rollover + 1 regulr bite bonus + 1 Weasely bonus ))
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Oh go figure. ))
[Wyrmbreaker] (lawl.)
[Hatchet] [Froggy Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Prom Queen -- Claw +1]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 5, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Prom Queen -- Claw +2]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Administrator] peek, welcome to Lake View (Northside) (Night)
[Wyrmbreaker] (hail kahseeno! soak +1)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (HAIL MIGHTY KAHSEENO! soak +2)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (oh yay, 6 damage again *wry*)
[Hatchet] [Frogger -- Bites on Hatchet]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 6, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Hatchet] [Damage and DUDE I just got deja vu so bad. This always happens in combat.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 5, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Hatchet Soak -- Bite]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Hatchet Soak -- Poison]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Administrator] peek has left Lake View (Northside)
[Wyrmbreaker] (spur claws, -5 from damage, -2 from split. 1 rage to activate gift. HAILING KAHSEENO HERE.)
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (spur claws active -- all further rolls from spiderbitch is at +2 diff. if she doesn't DIE FIRST. *RABID* damage!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (oh come on. biting. -5 damage, -3 from split. +1 WP.)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Failure at target 6) [WP]
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( *Wince* ))
[Wyrmbreaker] (awww.)
[Hatchet] [Queenie Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [*ups that diff imagination-wise*]
[Hatchet] [...*wonders why I rolled Soak on a failed damage roll*]
[Wyrmbreaker] (nah, actions only. damage/soak is still @ normal)
[Wyrmbreaker] (you were soaking the first one. 2 damage, all soaked.)
[Hatchet] [Am I drunk? Did someone slip me some vodka in my Sigg bottle? *sniffs*]
[Hatchet] [How come nobody snuck me vodka? I don't feel very loved now.]
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( I can't even buy vodka, let alone spike your drink. :P ))
[Hatchet] [Hatchet -- Biting Queenie]
[Dex + Brawl, +1(Weasel)]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5)
[Hatchet] [Damage, +1(Weasel)]
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Queen -- Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 7, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Andrew] ((CHOMP on Jock))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 6, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Andrew] ((CHOMP dmg))
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Jock Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (sorry -- rage bite 1)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Wyrmbreaker] (damage!)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (rage bite 2!)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Queenie Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 5, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (damage!)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Queenie Soak +2]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Hatchet, Rage Bite 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Hatchet] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [RECAP:]
[DECLARATIONS]
Hatchet is going to let go of Frogger and go bite the Queen. Activating Resist Pain. Then 1 Rage to bite again annnd a second Rage to ...you guessed it. Bite!
Lukas is going to use Spur Claws on the Queen/bite. Then 1 Rage to bite annnd a second Rage to ...you guessed it. Bite! (Got this from Damon)
Frogger is going to bite Hatchet.
The Real Prom Queen is going to claw Lukas twice, again.
(( Sol's gonna launch herself at Frogger and bite the hell out of him. ))
The Nerd is unconscious.
The Jock is going to split actions and punch Andrew twice.
For a few tense moments, Lukas Wyrmbreaker is fighting the enormous spider-creature alone. She rips into him with shredding claws and shrieks, choking on girlish sobs because he killed her teacher, he killed her, he killed her. Yet he stands.
On the other side of the room, Andrew lunges at the Jock who trid to tackle him and bites into him, the Jock's fists flailing and doing little, if any, good.
Soledad, waking to find that -- unusually -- her Alpha is not standing nearby covered in the blood of whatever Thing killed her, does not pay the strange occurrence any mind. She launches her form at the Froglike being that Hatchet is clinging to, burying her teeth into his stringy thigh.
More blood flies as the Prom Queen rakes her nails against Lukas, and as the Frogger decides to chomp down on the arm that is holding him in place. Hatchet does not so much as snarl...but nor does he break the damn thing's neck. Poison splashes and foams onto the bite where the Frogger's teeth marks are, but he just lets him go, shoving him away and leaving him to his Beta, turning towards the Queen.
Lukas, meanwhile, has apparently had enough. His claws flash with serrated brutality just before he darts forward and tears at her flesh with his jaws again...and again.... Hatchet comes up alongside him as Andrew moves forward on the Jock, as though intent on devouring him if that is what it takes. The Queen feels teeth ringed in a maw of black fur bury themselves into her stomach, ripping open her intestines. Almost simultaneously, just a half-breath later, the jaws of a crinos that wears red-tipped gray rather than the ruddy color of most Fianna tear at her throat.
She falls. They do not. In the corner, the Nerd begins to stir. The Frogger shrieks. The Jock simply moans.
[Hatchet] [*casually deletes the declarations from the top of that C&P from Notepad*]
[Hatchet] [Declarations, Probably the last round]
Hatchet is going after the Nerd. Fucker knocked out his Beta.
[Wyrmbreaker] (Lukas snarls at Andrew, and then helps Sol with frogger. split actions, flank or back attack if possible, two bites.)
[Hatchet] Frogger is gonna try and run. He ain't the brightest one they got.
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Sol's going for a throat bite. WP into that. ))
[Hatchet] [Nerd is just coming conscious and is making eye contact to use a nasty naaasty power]
[Jock is throwing all of his energy into one last punch to Andrew]
[Andrew] Andrew is going to grab the jock and throw him at the Nerd.
[Andrew] ((Grab da Jock))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 5, 5, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Andrew] ((Sorry, have to split action. Grab da Jock [again]))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Andrew] ((Throwing Jock))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]
[Hatchet] [The diff on that roll was 8. = 3 Suxx.]
[Andrew] [LOL. Sorry. So 3 suxx.]
[Andrew] ((Throwing Jock, Dmg))
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Jock's action = NOPE! He's saaailing through the air.]
[Nerd -- Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 3 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [Hmmm....hmmm...]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [WP -1 (earlier expenditure)]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Bite Throat-- Dex + 1(Weasel) + Brawl -2(Damage) ))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Shit. Diff 7 for throat shot. So Fail. ))
[Hatchet] [Frogger: I'M RUNNIN'! I'M RUNNIIIINNG! Dex + Athletics, -2(Damage)]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 5, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (chase frogger! dex+ath -2 split action -2 damage... heh)
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (grr. remaining splitaction, shift to crinos. stam -3 split action - 2 damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 5, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Hatchet] The Jock is lunging for Andrew, his arms tightening and bloodied face distending, and he is shambling. His arm is hanging off, his face and throat are opened and oozing blood thickened by and smelling of cooking grease. Andrew decides not to bite him, or rip out the rest of his neck. He grabs him, lifts him up, and throws him across the room. The Jock's body flies by Hatchet, who is en route to the Nerd, and though he strikes the scrawny fellow and makes him gasp heavily, the Nerd's eyes open behind their blood-splattered glasses and fix on the approaching Philodox.
For a moment, while Soledad is biting at the Frogger and as the Jock's body is crackling with energy gained from the field around the Nerd, as Lukas is turning go after the long-tongued fomor, the geek with the gaming t-shirt meets Hatchet's gaze. Hatchet's eyes are not a luminous, Irish green in his crinos form -- or any of his other forms, for that matter. They are golden, the irises ringed in orange when they are constricted.
The Nerd's are green. They glow, even as the light in them is dying as a result of the Jock's impact. And Hatchet recoils, his shoulders hunching and his tail dipping briefly. The noise he makes is that of a cub, and he shudders. As much as he wanted to rip the kid's throat out, he does not. He steps away, physically recovering, as the Nerd slumps completely, killed as surely as his burlier counterpart.
Which leaves the Frogger, bounding away and out the side window that Soledad broke earlier. Lukas goes after him but is not fast enough. Hatchet looks away from the body that so briefly held absolute wretched horror for him, in time to see Lukas shift to crinos.
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[Hatchet] [Would each of you be so kind as to roll me a nice, simple Dex + Athletics, Diff 7?]
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Dex + Athl - 2(Damage) ))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 7)
[Andrew] ((Dex + Athletics))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (dex/ath -2 wounds)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4 (Botch x 1 at target 7)
[Wyrmbreaker] (fucking god, come on!)
[Andrew] ((*cries laughing*))
[Andrew] ((Wyrmbreaker chases after frogger, falls, knocks himself unconsious... *still crying laughing*))
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[Hatchet] [DECLARE THYSELF, FIEND]
Hatchet is chilling. Well, actually he's quite shaken. And chilled.
If Wyrmbreaker goes for the spear he does -not- manage to get it before Soledad. *sadface for Lukas*
Frogger is runnin'!
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Sol gets tha spear. :) ))
[Wyrmbreaker] (*sadface*)
[Wyrmbreaker] (Lukas hopes Soledad has good aim!)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( I've gotta run to the store here in about ten minutes. ))
[Wyrmbreaker] (well hurry up and roll your speartoss before that!)
[Andrew] Andrew looks after the Frogger, looks at Sol, and goes to clear the rest of the house.
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Was waitin' on a dee-claire! ))
[Hatchet] [Oh, goodie! A speartoss! It's like a carnival.]
[Wyrmbreaker] (that was my declare, btw -- Lukas is looking on for now. um. reserve the right to change to "leap after froggy" if sol misses.)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Speartoss, WP burning to hit, goddamnit. ))
[Soledad Gutierrez]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 8 (Success x 5 at target 6) [WP]
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Come on Kahseeno.... :( ))
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Wyrmbreaker] (speared like an hors d'oeuvre!)
[Hatchet] [Frogger Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 6, 6 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hatchet] [AND. HE'S. OUTTA THERE!]
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Thank the sweet baby Jesus. ))
[Hatchet] [COMBAT'S OVER. Back to IC!]
[Andrew] Andrew is standing in the middle of the living room.... huge and black furred, in Crinos, covered in blood and some gore but still glowing faintly, like moonlight, from the Gift he'd used just before the fight. He's the spitting image of Luna's warriors... except that he's ugly as sin and... well, that's enough isn't it?
His massive head swivels around the place, eyeing the doorways and windows. His gutteral voice echoes a little in the small room. "That all?"
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[Soledad Gutierrez] (( And AFK. Back in about 30-40. If y'all are still here when I'm back, I'll for sure post. Until that point, Veracity's got NPC power over Sol! *Scuttles* ))
[Hatchet] There is not much left to do. There is a spear on the ground and there is a single enemy left bolting from the scene of the bloody crimes that have been done here over the past several months...ever since these kids' senior year began, really. Andrew turns from the carnage to go begin clearing the house, finding it empty but for stacks upon stacks of DVDs of horror movies and cans of beer in the fridge and ichor lingering in the bathroom around the toilet seat and around the tub drain. If there are other students of the teacher's involved in her little projects, they were not here tonight.
Soledad grabs her spear, and throws it for only the second time tonight. For the second time tonight, it hits true, skewering the Frogger as he is bounding towards the fence around the teacher's property. He hits the plants with a moist thud and then topples, as the other pack's Beta and her own pack's Alpha look on.
Hatchet smiles at her success, but it is thin, and his eyes look far away as he shifts back down. In his human form he is wearing a t-shirt, jeans, boots, and a sweater. The hoodie was torn apart as soon as he shifted the first time, and is in tatters over by the broken window. He looks over at Lukas, briefly, and then walks over to the body of the Nerd, no longer electrified.
He mutters, as he takes the bloodstained glasses off the kid's face and notes how electricity seems to glimmer as the starlight from outside hits the lenses, "Pas ma sœur, tu merdier de la pièce." The words are half-growled despite his human form, and they are most certainly not Spanish. He breathes in and stands, turning and blinking a couple of times.
"The football player's jersey, and his heart. The spider's hands. The Teacher's eyes. And that little shit's tongue, if anyone wants to rip it out for him," he says of the Frogger.
[Wyrmbreaker] Wyrmbreaker is ... a bit of a wreck, really. Better now than he was a few seconds ago -- the last of the bruises and contusions the frogman inflicted fading from him. Still: bloody, half-shredded, standing on all fours with his tail straight out and his ears back. Crackling with fury.
Not rage. His rage is all but depleted. But his fury has his fur standing on end, his eyes glittering and glassy.
Andrew speaks -- cocky -- and Wyrmbreaker can't hold back a single sharp snap in his direction, his teeth clapping shut with a hollow crack. There's a snarl behind it -- the tail end of it rumbles for some time in his chest before he has himself under control.
"You would have made a fine Ahroun if you had had even an ounce of tactical sense, Rhya."
-- or perhaps not quite under control, after all.
[Andrew] He grunts, returning from his look around the house. The bathroom was particularly disgusting. These... things... were just... well, they were Wyrm. What did you expect?
"If someone drags him in, I'll remove his tongue." Jerking a huge muzzle towards the window Frogger had gone out of. Then he steps over to the Jock, kneels over him and gives his body a few tugs. Sitting him upright. He pauses, considering the body for a few moments. Finally, he pins the body to the wall with one hand and tugs on each arm with the other. Loud rending popping cracks echo in the room as he tears the limbs off the Jock and tosses them aside. Then he much more easily removes the Jersey.
And then he non-chalantly plunges his huge Crinos paw into the chest of the once-teenager and jerks a few times, snapping ribs open, exposing the chest, and carefully slicing the arteries and veins as he goes.
He seems unphased by the insult and replies, "You survived."
[Hatchet] Hatchet walks over to Lukas, folding the Nerd's glasses in his hand and slipping them into a pocket of the carpenter-style jeans he's wearing. And then he moves his hand to the top of Lukas's head. This could get his hand chomped off, and he knows that. He's not an idiot, shaken though he was a moment ago. His hand is firm but quite still, on the crown of the hispo's head.
"I was leading this," he says quietly, his Rage burnt down to embers, "and I did not give him constant or clear directives. The fault is mine." There's a beat as he lets that hang, as bones crack and blood spurts from the Jock. "Granted, I did not think I would have to, with a Garou of my own rank, but none of us but Sol and I have fought together before." He sounds more tired than his total lack of wounds and the battle demand: the weariness seems tied to the moments right before the Nerd's expiration, from the thinness of his usually low, full voice.
His hand moves once, instinctively rather than soothingly or in some kind of pointless consolation, and then drops away. "Wyrmbreaker, you faced that one --" he nods towards the spider-girl "-- alone til the last blow. Her hands are your trophy."
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[Wyrmbreaker] You survived, says the Theurge, and all of Wyrmbreaker's fur is on end now.
"Yes, we all survived, with no thanks to you," Wyrmbreaker fires back, a coughing bark of a statement. "A Gaian Theurge, a Fostern at that, who doesn't heal, doesn't call the spirits, doesn't wield talens and rites -- simply stands his ground and snaps his teeth at the most harmless, stupid block of muscle in their ranks -- "
It's at this point that Hatchet's hand comes down. On his head. If the Fostern had put his hand on his shoulder, the effect would have been different -- he might've accepted it without much reaction. This, however; this rubs him wrong, it makes him twist away and wheel and snap at Hatchet's hand. His teeth clip the air an inch away. It's a warning, not an attack -- but not by much. There's a glaring anger in his eyes. A low growl deep in his throat. Both are slow to fade, lingering in the air like a miasma.
Then he shakes himself out, his pelt moving fluidly save where the fur is matted down with blood and ichor. He shakes himself as though he could shake off his fury. Turns his attention back to the Theurge. "We will speak of this again," the honorific is spat like a curse, "Rhya." And with that he goes to claim his trophies.
[Andrew] He stands up slowly, wrapping the jersey around the extracted heart and glaring down at the wounded Ahroun. The gutteral language of the Garou rolls from his Crinos lips much easier than his English does. "I wounded all but one of the wyrm-things in this room, yuf. I threw one into another, twice. I did all I could to fight more than one at a time. Next time... get outta the way faster."
He takes a few steps across the room and pauses over the body of the Teacher. Staring down at her. And like an asshole... he's still glowing.
[Wyrmbreaker] They can all feel it -- the wave of renewed rage blistering out from the young Ahroun. It seethes over him, crackles in his eyes, lays his ears flat, lifts his black lips from his white teeth.
But Wyrmbreaker doesn't bother to reply. He keeps on working to tear the Spidergirl's limbs from her misshapen body. And if there's a little more brutality involved than is strictly necessary -- perhaps it could be forgiven.
With that done, he gets to his feet, one torn limb in each hand, his posture half-crouched to fit within the low confines of the suburban living room ceiling. Feetpaws wide apart for balance, tail low, he looks to the Fianna. "We should burn the place, Buried-Hatchet-rhya, unless your pack has better means of disposing of the remains."
[Hatchet] Soledad, in the meantime, has gone out the window. She is missing this argument by virtue of clambering out to reclaim her spear and her prize -- the tongue of the fomor that tried to take her spear at the beginning of the battle.
The argument continues despite intervention, may even have escalated because of how that intervention was introduced, and Hatchet -- who is now bearing only the true spark of Rage of a beginning Ragabash, which is still more than any mortal feels particularly comfortable around -- snaps. Maybe it's because of Lukas's warning that comes so very close to an attack, maybe it's because of Andrew.
...get outta the way faster.
"ENOUGH," he lets out, his voice a seething, sharp sound like the crack and fall of a branch breaking in winter and tumbling away from its trunk. It is the hardest order he has given in either man's hearing, and Soledad -- coming back outside the window while dragging the Frogger's body -- knows that sound for a rare one, as well. It comes out usually when the honor of his pack-sisters is attacked. This is uncharacteristic.
His steely eyes turn on Andrew. "Take the heart, give it to whatever spirit you please, and get out. You are not pack, you are not friend, and you are clearly here for the sole purpose of your own Glory. We will cleanse this place without you, and I will cleanse the stench of your arrogance from my nostrils. Now move."
[Wyrmbreaker] (retract post til veracity posts!)
[Wyrmbreaker] They can all feel it -- the wave of renewed rage blistering out from the young Ahroun. It seethes over him, crackles in his eyes, lays his ears flat, lifts his black lips from his white teeth.
But Wyrmbreaker doesn't bother to reply. He keeps on working to tear the Spidergirl's limbs from her misshapen body. And if there's a little more brutality involved than is strictly necessary -- perhaps it could be forgiven.
Hatchet shouts -- or roars; whichever is the better verb for a monster in its most monstrous form. Lukas' ears lay flatter, his hackles rise higher, but he doesn't stop what he's doing. With a few hard wrenches and a wet popping sound, the last of the tendons break and the second arm comes out of its socket.
Then he gets to his feet, one torn limb in each hand, his posture half-crouched to fit within the low confines of the suburban living room ceiling. Feetpaws wide apart for balance, tail low, he keeps silent.
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[Wyrmbreaker] (waugh, apparently he's not in crinos. so i guess he's just shouting.)
[Andrew] He pauses, where he was over the body of the teacher. About to pry out the eyes of her. He stands, slowly, his own Rage bristling now. Under his own moon. It would be night soon and if he merely looked outside he'd feel reinvigorated by the sight of Her.
He steps up to the other Ahroun and glares at Hatchet. "I am not pack, I am not friend. I came to help. I followed orders. You knew they were here, but you did not warn how many. You did not warn of powers. You did not say what they were. You had no strategy. You had no tactics." Matching the other Garou's eyes without flinching. "Do not blame me for your errors..."
[Hatchet] [WP -1]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[Hatchet] Andrew ticks off a list of errors on Hatchet's part, and for a moment it looks like the Fianna might not just snap with his words this time but shift again. He is the sole mortal-looking being in a room full of mutated corpses and primeval warriors, and he stands straight-backed and square-shouldered, looking up at Andrew with his eyes because he will not lift his chin and bare his throat to the Gaian.
The effort it takes him to control himself is almost palpable in the tension around his form. His hands, however, do not clench. His jaw does not tighten, his teeth do not grit against one another. There is just this pulse around him, a throbbing energy in the air that is as much warning as anything else.
"I would never do such a thing, Yuf," he says levelly this time, refusing to use the other Fostern's name now. "I admit my responsibility and confess my failure to lead." He shakes his head slightly. "And it has nothing to do with my demand that you leave."
That last word is toxic.
[Hatchet] [Side note: It's nighttime. The sun set an hour and a half, hour and 45 minutes ago.]
[Wyrmbreaker] Dead silence from the Ahroun now: watchful, waiting.
(er, just realized you might be waiting on me, but Lukas is gonna wait til this mess is over unless somehow ticked off again.)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Catching up. Hold up while I compose a post? :) Sol's quiet, but she won't be for this. ))
[Andrew] ((Go ahead))
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Are you kidding?? I was almost done, then I backspaced, it went back a PAGE, and I lost everything. Fuck. Andrew, post away. ))
[Andrew] Lowering his voice to a snarl. "No, your demand simply violates my honor. I fought by your side though I don't know... or like you..." Eyes flicking up and down the man. "I asked nothing, was given nothing. Even this Glory you cling to is meaningless to my moon. I am judged only for my Wisdom, but I am a warrior of Gaia still and I will fight for Her."
He lifts the Jersey, heart wrapped inside it, then drops it with a wet squish onto the floor next to Hatchet. "Take your Glory, yuf, and throw me out as though I have taken no part in it."
Stepping back and glaring at both Hatchet and Wyrmbreaker. "I have no doubt that when this tale is told, that like all others, you will leave out my part or belittle my honor."
[Soledad Gutierrez] As mentioned, Soledad went out into the yard to fetch the Frog Boy when Hatchet suggested she do so. She shifted from her Crinos form to Homid, going from a beast of war with fur that was either dark red or black with red tints (depending on how you looked at it), a long mane of curling and twisting hair that reached her lower back, and piercing golden eyes, to a slim and somewhat willowy girl in jeans, boots, and a big leather jacket. Gingerly, moving as though every fiber of her being ached to the core, she climbed out the window to do her duty.
The Frog Boy's shirt was torn off, the spear was removed from his back and used to sever the tongue, and the tongue was carefully wrapped up in the shirt, then double-wrapped in the undershirt as well, just in case there was any potency left in that venom that had spilled from it instead of blood. With this all wadded up well and tucked into the deep pocket of the inner lining of her coat, Sol grabbed the Frog Boy's ankle to drag him back to the house. Apparently she too thought that the best way to destroy the evidence was to burn the house and everything in it down.
So her presence was announced (around the time that Wyrmbreaker snapped at Hatchet's hand) when Frog Boy's body was shoved through the open window, then Sol climbed through as well, stepping over the body and straightening up. Her eyes were somewhat glazed, her mouth was set in a thin line, but these were the only indications of the pain that throbbed through her body as a reminder of the multiple electrocutions she'd suffered by way of the Electric Nerd. There was also an angry looking burn on her right forearm, but this was concealed by her jacket sleeve.
She'd been able to hear the conversation, for the most part. Or enough of it to get a general idea of what was going on. Wyrmbreaker grew irritated with Andew. The two bickered, Hatchet tried to difuse, lost his temper, and snapped for it to end. Andrew instigated further by insulting her Alpha's ability to lead. This did not sit well with Sol. Especially not the part where Hatchet contained his Rage (better than any in this room could boast, she believed), told him to leave again, then was underminded once more by Andrew.
The normally silent Muerte Fría had heard enough. Her spear butt was resting on the floor one moment, now it was hovering in the air, hanging inches away from her right hand while the left hand grasped the spear further up. She had, with startling speed, taken two steps forward and leveled the spear point about two feet from Andrew's side, where it threatened to drive up under his ribs if she so chose to act.
"You and your poison, bitter tongue had best leave as you had been asked. Your aid is recognized, appreciated, and will not be ignored. But but neither will your ignorance in battle, or your accusations that followed." Her words were even, her voice was low as always, but even though her Rage had been, for the most part, expired in the battle, it still crackled in the air as hot and electric as the force that had rendered her paralyzed and unconscious only minutes earlier. It flashed hot in her normally chilled eyes, and added to the mixture that was already boiling in the air. "Leave now of your own free will, -Rhya, or I will see to it you do."
[Hatchet] "Muerte Fría," Hatchet says, firmly but not with the harshness of his earlier tone. "Él sale."
He has nothing for Andrew. The Theurge is dropping his prize near Hatchet's booted feet, the Shadow Lord is watching them all, and Hatchet is just trying to get out of this evening without his Beta spearing someone who may have insulted him. There are other reasons she is on edge, one in particular that he cannot even fathom at the moment, but they will speak of it later.
For now, they have to deal with this, and hopefully it was not just escalated...again. "He's leaving," he repeats, in English, rather calmly, as though he is trying to convince all gathered to take a moment for a reality check.
[Wyrmbreaker] As Soledad ups the ante, Wyrmbreaker abruptly draws a breath like a swimmer breaking the surface. There's a visible shift in him: he's apparently decided to let the matter rest for now. The Ahroun shifts the hand-claws of the spider-girl to one great handpaw. He lifts it to the light, looking to see how the lamplight glints off the deadly claws -- the blood, his, still smeared across them.
Then he drops the trophies quietly atop the rest of the pile and, dropping to all fours, lopes through the house to take inventory of what remains. There are some sounds through the house: windows shutting, if anyone was mad enough to leave one open in this weather; curtains and blinds closing; doors shutting as well. Then the distant hiss of gas stoves and gas ovens turned on, the valves left open. And, closer, the sound of the gas inpipe to the central heating unit twisted abruptly off the tank with a squeal of rending metal.
When he returns, he digs his claws into two of the bodies -- it didn't matter which two -- and begins to drag them into the kitchen.
[Andrew] He grunts derisively, more snorting at them than anything. Shaking his head as he takes steps back and seems to shrink, easily, into his Homid guise. Only the sweatpants and sweatshirt, no shoes required, by the window they'd come in. He seems not to care about glass, or the cold, at the moment. He's staring with fury at Hatchet. And Soledad.
"Yes." Bending down to open the window, stepping half-way out and pausing on the sill. "I will tell others. This how you treat people who help." His speech still bitter, but not as well formed or eloquent as he'd been. He spits on the floor and then lets himself fall off the sill, landing quietly outside. Turning and starting off at a sprint away from the house.
[Soledad Gutierrez] Hatchet's words were heard, the Alpha tone of voice, the 'calm down' tone of voice both registered in her mind. But the spear stayed level for a solid two seconds (which, in a situation like this, felt much longer) before she drew back, placed the butt of the spear on the ground, and stared levelly at Andrew. He said he would spread word of their reputation, of how the new Garou in town treated people, and swung a leg over the window sill. He spat on the floor, and Soledad's upper lip curled away from her teeth, but then Andrew was out the window and gone, running from the house.
"Cómo ese idiota encontró a su fila yo no entender...," she mumbled, then rolled her shoulders and turned to let her spear rest against the wall so she had both her hands free to help Wyrmbreaker in dragging bodies into the kitchen. He took the teacher and the Spider Queen, Soledad took Frogger since he was the body she was closest to. Her eyes didn't linger on Hatchet too long. Matter of fact, though it was only noticable to Hatchet himself, she was almost avoiding his gaze.
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( And again, AFK for perhaps 15 minutes. Need my shower before bed! ))
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Nevermind. We're wrappin' up, I can wait. ))
[Hatchet] [About to post, but quick question: You guys want to assume a Rite of Cleansing before/after they burn shit?]
[Wyrmbreaker] (ok, i gotta jet, so this is my last post! and - probably before so we don't spread tainted ashes everywhere :D)
Lukas watches Andrew disappear. If a Crinos brow could knit, his would. He says nothing of it, though. More important things at hand now, and he pauses in his body-moving long enough to speak -- deliberate and methodical.
"The broken windows won't let us trap enough gas for a good explosion in here. We can close the hallway door, open the one between the kitchen and the hall, and store up gas there. It's best if we move all the bodies there to make sure they're consumed.
"As for the trophies, Hatchet-rhya, I think there's a good chance I would be dead if you hadn't felled the spider-bitch first. I think your pack deserves a share of the credit."
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( Agreed. B'fore sounds good. As does the assuming part. ))
[Wyrmbreaker] (thanks for the awesome conflict-y RP folks! and the great STing that had me on the edge of my seat! *applause*)
[Soledad Gutierrez] (( *Claps also!!* ))
[Hatchet] Andrew leaves, climbing out through the window, and Hatchet only watches him long enough to see his figure disappear out the window. When he's gone, he looks at Soledad briefly. They do not speak over a totem-link, but there are moments when a glance between the two of them is about as much communication as the taciturn Ahroun and the older Philodox need for some simple discussions.
Granted, this is because they have had these discussions aloud many, many times already. This time it is just a look, perhaps of gratitude, though not for her defense a moment ago. Maybe he's just glad she's alive. Maybe he is asking her for some kind of help now, even if he does not quite know that he needs it.
He looks away, hearing the sounds Wyrmbreaker's efforts give off, and one corner of his mouth twitches slightly. He breathes out and then reaches up to flick an imaginary tear from the outside of his eye. "Ah...ah...I just feel so bad fer 'im, Maw. Us were jest so plum mean-spirit'd..." A breath quavers falsely as he pretends to marshal his emotions again, 'manning up', as it were.
Wyrmbreaker comes back about then, and Hatchet goes for the now-dormant body of the Nerd, gripping his ankles to drag him along. "Get the Teacher's eyes before we burn her," he reminds Soledad, when the body is taken towards the gas.
And she does. The Frogger and the Teacher, the Nerd and the Jock, the Prom Queen. Tongue and eyes and heart and hands are taken, but the only trophy removed from the Nerd are those glasses, which crackle every so often with energy in Hatchet's pocket. Each time they do, it dies down a little. The battery is fading, as it were. Trophies are wrapped up, and as they gather to perform the Rite of Cleansing on themselves --
Hatchet simply nods to Lukas, meeting his eyes. His own do not look so much tired now but they are intensely guarded. He is hiding something, and if there's a hint of true weariness in him it is the effort of keeping whatever it is hidden. He nods to the first, and then he pauses, considers, and nods again.
"I think my sister would be dead and I driven insane if you had not come." There's a beat, before he turns his attention back to the Rite, and then to the burning that must follow. "Tonight you were my brother." He does not speak for Soledad. Silent as she is, he never does.
[Wyrmbreaker] (night folks!! *jets*)
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celebration.
9 years ago