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[snail o' doom] (OK!

1. 10 min per post OR LESS. Preferably less. Declare in 3 min. Roll in 2 or I'll roll for you. Provided I'm sober enough to find your char sheet and add the dice.
2. No posting order, but please post ONCE for every post I make.
3. Keep track of your own health and tempers.
4. Questions in the chat. Don't IM me. If you are not yet in chat, the name is "playfreebird". Join it! 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.
5. If there are any off-limits themes, imagery or events you do NOT want to see in a scene, PM 'em to me now.
6. We are setting this up in the penumbra of ..... some lower-middle-class residential neighborhood. If you guys wanna start writing introductions, go for it. Try to place yourselves near each other for maximum efficiency.

I'm aiming to be done in ~4 hours, so let's gogogo!)

[Lights Out] [This probably doesn't need to be said, but if there's gonna be sexual assault I need a warning.]
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[Kemp] Lower middle class, that might be a little too upscale for the place he fit in the scheme of things in the mortal world of Chicago. Yet here in the Penumbra, what he wore; how many coins were in his pocket, really didn't matter. It was here he was slinking through the shadows, just looking for trouble which just happened to be his middle name.

[snail o' doom] (did i say penumbra? i meant REALMSIDE. sorry!)

[Face of Death] It's the second time this week Laughs in the Face of Death and Lights Out are out hunting together. Joey parks her green and black Camaro in an alley, hidden away and hopefully out of the way. The last time she hid it thus, a condominium exploded, Charlie, Dietrich, and Kemp fell several stories, and Joey vanished.

Hopefully that won't happen again.

She's dressed for a hunt, in her red softball jersey, worn jeans, and boots, her bat bag strapped cavalry-style across her torso.

Looking to Charlie, she says, “Please, let us not go into another sewer, for fucking serious.”

[Hunter] Days passed, and the places and people ran together in Hunter's memory like a montage. That was how it always was. How it always had been. Sometimes they weren't even people. Just a pastiche of shapes and colors, voices and scents. The scenery changed, but that was more noticeable in the wilderness. In places like this - suburbs - everything looked exactly the same. Were it not for the particular meaning and importance of this city, she might not even have remembered where she was.

And now she was sitting still, crouched on the rooftop of a house and watching the streets below. Her eyes held an intense focus, and her body held perfectly still. Like some kind of bronze-skinned statue. Perhaps she was waiting for something. Or maybe she had just trained herself to sit this way, and did it now out of habit.

[Evan McCollach] He kept his eyes off the sky above, even though it didn't matter. His body knew about it. His body called to her, glowing with her half-naked form above, Luna dressed in the robes that bore him.

He could feel it, pulling on his body and his rage. Even with the mastery of his rage that the children prized so well he could still feel it. He knew it would eat at him and sooner or later he would have to take care of it.

Then again there was always some wyrmlings to kill, to knock off. Especially in neighborhoods like this, the lower middle class ones. The drugs just one the edges and the suffering of not making ends grinded people.

His eyes were well aware and he would find something sooner or later.

[snail o' doom] It's dark
(and hell is hot)

on the 900 block of East Wardenfield Ave. The last of summer clings to the alleys and corridors of Chicago's urban sprawl. Out here, far from the Mile and its magnificence, far from the Loop and its towers of glass and steel, an older, rougher, meaner Chicago still lurks. The streets are full of iron-barred windows and doors. The houses are low, shambling, identical -- the sort that cook up 100 degrees in the summer and freeze in the winters. Lawns are patchy and threadbare. Lost child posters jostle for space alongside garage sale announcements and seedy ads for 'massage parlors' and erectile dysfunction miracle cures.

Up above the street, the lamps are flickering and buzzing. There's an old bum pushing a shopping cart full of rags and indistinct bundles down the crumbling sidewalk. One of its wheels is squeaking.

There's a group of boys coming toward him. They're young, late teens or so, rowdy and disreputable, shouting obscenities at each other, up to no good. One of them is carrying a big, mean-looking wrecking bar. As they near the bum, they slow down and fan out, calling to one another and to the man.

"Yo Gramps, what's in the cart?"
"Bet it's his old lady's cunt."
"Whew! Smells like it."
"Looks like it too. Fuckin' flappin' in the wind."
"Where you goin' so fast, Gramps? Huh?"
"'Ey, 'ey, let the man go. Let the man go. He gotta have some private time with the old lady."

Rude laughter rings off the houses.

[Kemp] The roar of a bike echoed off of buildings as he streaked down the road. The weave and bob of the single headlight marked his progress.

[Toia] Toia snickers as she overhears some distant banter. She's a woman walking in the street, a single target if there was one, but she's the sort that makes people wary. The pale skin and white hair helps. A half a block away, at least, she's walking at a stroll towards the group picking on the old man. A lollipop cracks in the back molars as she watches from the distance, opposite side of the road.

[Hunter] [Sense Wyrm - Per+Occult]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Lights Out] He hunts more with the girl from Room 7 than he does with his own pack. There's no particular reason for this, unless one subscribes to the theory that the scrawny Theurge from Room 3 has an eye for the tomboy Rotagar from Room 7, and so they're out again tonight, Charlie less than twenty-four hours after being shot in the back and skull by a Fomor. He's wearing his typical getup, hiking boots and patched-up, fading once-new jeans and a black t-shirt. There's nothing terribly exciting about either of them, save for the predatory aura that exudes from them as they prowl down the street.

At the end of the block there's a group of kids harassing an old man. Charlie grits his teeth, but says nothing. He keeps his hands in his pockets. He'll try and scare them off when they get closer.

[Occult+Perception: Oi! Wyrm!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[White Oak] *Those who know Dietrich recognize the black Dodge SRT-10 that was all too often used more like an Infantry Fighting Vehicle to get him to the action rather then driving him around town. He's parked near the curb, windows rolled down, stereo turned off. He puts a dip of Skoal in his mouth as he looks over at the group of young teens.

He exhales through his nose in annoyance.* "God damn it. Just put this in." *He says to himself referring to his last dip in the can of Skoal, and then tosses the empty can in the passenger seat as he opens the door to his truck getting ready to step out.*

[snail o' doom]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Kemp] It wasn't till he swerved down one particular street that the headlight splashed across the group. The bike roared pass and in the next moment the street had the added glow of red as the squeal of brakes came. Then the rumble returned as the bike purred back towards the group. He saw the blonde, wasn't hard to miss. Noticed her as he turned off the bike and sat facing the little gathering. It was the sort of thing that spoke of trouble and trouble was his middle name.

"Whatcha doing boys? Looking for a date? Not everything is what it looks like. Maybe he don't like little boys. Maybe he does and ya won't like it as much as he will?"

[snail o' doom] (soak 3 bashing each!)
to Hunter, Lights Out

[Lights Out] [Shit!]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Hunter] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Evan McCollach] Evan watches the group as they started to harass the old man. The poor bum was a victim of another gathering, it was just this type of area. He slowly started to pull the might of Eagle on him. Moving towards the group as it seemed that they were making the poor guy suffer.

Then he catches sight of a familiar face moving on the group. Kemp was already on them and he moved towards them quickly. Watching as they started to gather.

Shit was gonna go down now.

[snail o' doom] The entire neighborhood drips with Wyrm. It's not that it harbors a nest of Spirals. It's not that every man woman and child is a fomor.

It's just the pervasive, subversive taint that comes with chronic poverty. Lack of education. Joblessness. Crime, day in and day out. A neighborhood where children are afraid to play outside after dark. A neighborhood that, in better times, rides high enough above the poverty line that politicians don't need to lecture about it. But in today's economic climate, it all but seeps despair.

The stink of it, the decay and the corruption, lances through their minds like a bullet. Then it's gone. But for all they can tell, everyone, everyone they see, bears some form of taint.
to Hunter, Lights Out

[Kemp] Things were not always as they seemed. Old man might turn into a giant IT and eat the little fuckers. Little fuckers could turn into a bunch of ITS and eat the old man. Shit they might all be ITS and eat his ass. He noticed the others gathering and it seemed whenever there were more than one of them about, trouble came and sometimes they were the ITS. So off went the bike and he dismounted, stepping away from it because fuck knew if anyone touched the bike he would become the IT and it would get plain ole ugly.

[Hunter] It looked like an altercation was about to break out on the street below, and Hunter watched with an impassive gaze. Then she opened up her senses... and almost immediately regretted it. She ought to have known. The entire neighborhood reeked.

It was hardly the first time she'd felt that pervasive cloak of wrong. Sometimes it got to be so familiar, that smell, that she could hardly imagine the world without it. (And how utterly fucked up was that?)

In spite of the throbbing headache she now had, Hunter still didn't move. Didn't flinch. Barely blinked. She just sat, and watched, and waited for something to happen.

[snail o' doom] One of the boys -- there are four of them -- swing around and face Kemp. He's bold as brass. Rare to find humans that'll look a Fenrir Adren in the eye, but this one does. Cockily.

"Fuck off, man."
"Yeah, fuck off." That's his friend, chiming in. "Who the fuck is this anyhow?"
"Thinks he can come round here and call the shots."
"Hah!"
"Nice fuckin' bike, though."
"Yeah man, you gonna sell it?"
"I'll pay ya... two bucks."
"--hey, Gramps! Wait up!"

The old man, seeing his opportunity, is trying to wheel his cart around. Hearing the boy calling sharply after him, he hurries -- the front wheel slips off the curb -- the cart gets stuck, listing, threatening to dump its contents into the gutter. The old man holds onto the handle with a desperate grip, mumbling. It's impossible to hear what he's saying.

Then one of the boys -- the one with the wrecking bar -- catches up and boots the cart solidly in the side. It tumbles over with a clatter, contents spilling heavily, wheels spinning. The rest laugh.

"Naw, naw, man -- I got a new offer. Yo bike ... for Grandma's saggy-ass cunt here. We got a deal?"

And the boys howl laughter.

[Toia] Distance is closing in, but she's still on the other side of the road. Dietrich is noted in his dodge. Kemp, most definitely holds her interest. She swallows down the broken bits of candy and chews the end of the small, soggy stick, pausing to watch. No interference of any kind yet. Pale eyes rest on the carts contents as they spill out, then flicker up to the old mans reaction.

[Kemp] "Ya want the bike? Gotta give me a big ole wet kiss on my cock for it. Do some sucking man."

He grabbed his crotch with a wiggle of brows and grinding of hips.

"And since there's more 'en one of ya, the other can lick my ass while his buddy plays with my balls. How's that? Sounds good to me."

[Page from Kevlar] Maaan, I'm bummed! I completely forgot the time for the scene and missed out! Thought it was 11 instead of 10. Hehe, oh well be devious to them for me!

[White Oak] *Dietrich got out of the cab, shut the door and he saw a familiar face by the boys. Kemp, and already talking shit to 'em. Dietrich stopped and leaned up against on the edge of the bed of the truck, forearms crossed over each.

He turned to spit out some tobacco juice on the ground, and for a moment wondered how long it might take for Kemp to piss on them. He smiled a bit and chuckled at the image in his mind as he looked around for a moment, and then scanning the rest of the area. A habit from his infantry training days.*

[Face of Death] They're coming up on the group harassing the old man. A grin is already starting to spread across the young Rotagar's face, an almost manic glee pulsing through her veins at the thought of doing Twister's good work. Even if Twister wasn't bolstering her strength or speed, she could still feel it, through the static.

She's already reaching back to unzip her bag. The girl unsheathes her bat like a sword, swings it experimentally, warming up. Sucking in a breath to clear her head, she calls on the Gift that will let her body ignore pain and continue fighting until there's no strength left in her.

“Hey hey, kids, mind if I cut in?”

[Activating Resist Pain]

[Evan McCollach] Evan started in closer as it seemed that Kemp was about to have a little fun with the four kids that were harassing the old man. Evan made sure to keep an eye on them and the old guy as well as they seemed to be bargaining with Kemp.

Did they just make fun of his bike? Did they threaten him?

He could only shake his head as gets close enough to offer him a nod. Holding back from shaking his head as it seemed that he was screwing with them now. But he had to admit that these guys had some big ones not to run in terror.

He moves as close as maybe 10 feet from the gathering now, getting closer to the guy with the cart. If the one with the bar wanted to get ansty. Well Evan could probably subdue him.

[Lights Out] He learned years ago that using the gift to sense the Wyrm's influence in an area does not mean that he will have a homing beacon locked onto avatars of the defilers. There are places in this city where those who have consumed too much tainted food or been exposed to too much violence and corruption will ping his awareness, and he has no particularly helpful insight into the nature of the group of boys at the end of the sidewalk.

For all he knows, they're just a bunch of delinquents. Humans are one of the few animals who will terrorize others for their own amusement.

Kemp approaches and immediately begins to engage them, which does little to set Charlie's mind at ease. The last time Kemp had opened his mouth in front of Charlie, the metis had wound up impaled on a steel girder. Ignoring him, the tall Greek approaches the kid with the wrecking bar, stopping just out of bar's reach so he doesn't get a face full of metal.

"Hey," he says, sharply, "fuck off."

[Kemp] He pulled on Resist Pain as he made his suggestions and lewd gestures. At the same time he was heading towards the boys with a big ole shit eating grin on his face.

"Come on girls. Come and get ya some."

Suddenly there was Beechnut and a woman with a....sword? Oh what the fuck?

"Yo Ev, these girls are gonna suck my pole for a ride on my bike."

[Evan McCollach] If he were Decker or Tristan there might be some return comment. Something about a reach around or make sure they cup the balls. But this was Evan afterall, all he could do was scratch at his eyebrow and shake his head. Calling back

"Well I will be right here, if you get bored."

His eyes move back to the others starting to gather around now. Charlie and Joey, he met them only briefly. Charlie on the basketball court and Joey at the Brotherhood.

Well this started to become a gathering. And something was going to explode. And he knew it might not just be from the gang. He knew he had to get himself ready now. No longer was not muscles fueled with the Might of his totem, stretched a little now. But he could feel the potential sensation of pain slowly fade away.

(Resist Pain Active. Eagle's Might Active)

[Syndel] ( thanks damon! )
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[snail o' doom] The Garou are multiplying.

The boys are gathering closer, instinctively drawing into a self-protective little knot. Grins are dropping off their faces. It's the rage. It's the things Kemp's saying, raising hackles, pissing them off. The guy with the wrecking bar gives the overturned shopping cart one more spiteful kick (the old man lets out another wail) and then turns around to fall in beside his buddies.

"You better watch yo back, fucker." He's clearly the leader. The other boys defer to him the way wolves defer to an alpha, flanking him, watching his six, following his cues. "This ain't yo turf, understand? We own this block and you're on my property."

One of them keeps an eye on the girl with the bat. One of them flips Charlie off, sneeringly. The fourth stares at Kemp, but the boy with the wrecking bar is the only one to act.

Who raises his weapon and props Kemp in the chest, solidly, trying to shove the lanky Rotagar back.

"So let's see some proper respect before someone gets hurt."

Off the curb, the old man is trying to haul his belongings back into the overturned cart, moving as fast as senile old bones will allow. Whatever he's saying is unintelligible -- might just be noises. Might be something like sobbing.

[Kemp] He moved swiftly. One moment taunting, the next when the thump in his chest came, he was like grease through a goose. His fist shot out about the same time a snarl broke lose. Easy going Kemp had a temper, it was just normally well banked.

[Toia] Plucking the stick from her mouth, she uses it to clean her teeth as she watches, eyes flicking from one to the other. Plenty of Garou to handle. She'll watch. Listen. Learn. Like being back at preschool.

[Evan McCollach] (Scent of the True Form used on those gathered, before posting)

[Hunter] More insults. More fighting.

Nothing that needed her attention, yet.

Hunter's eyes moved from the boys to the old man, and lingered there. Curious, perhaps.

[White Oak] *Dietrich looks over at Toia. He tilts his chin up a bit in greeting. He motions for her to come over near him with a slight jerk of his head. He spits action on the curb before turning his attention back to the youths and the assembled Garou.*

[Syndel] Stepping out of a alley just a ways away, the Fury quickly noticed the little gathering.

The Texan frowned, seeing the punks getting ballsy infront of so many Garou, some she recognized. You'd think the collective Rage would send them scampering away like chickens instead of making them even more aggressive. Adjusting her hat up some to take some of the shade from her face, she started walking over towards them. Whatever happened, she didn't want to miss a front row seat.

[Evan McCollach] (Perception+Prmal Urge.)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 5, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (alpha is human...ish.)
to Evan McCollach

[Kemp] ((Punch for one facing off with Kemp))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Face of Death] Joey moves to stand between the punks and the old man. She watches the one with the wrecking bar try to step up to Truth in Frenzy. As she adjusts her grip on her bat, she wonders if the Adren is going to start pissing on everything again. Because that worked out so awesomely last time.

There are others on the street. Not to mention the old man himself. So no shifting, yet. That's fine. Joey likes breaking faces with her bat.

[Evan McCollach] (Percept+Alert. Next in line.)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Evan McCollach] (Next down on the group.)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Lights Out] Though he bristles with an anger that would warp the minds of most humans, Charlie doesn't launch into the fray immediately. He doesn't even see the bird flipped his way because he's crouching down to help the old man right his cart.

That's about the time that the wrecking bar thumps into Kemp's chest. Charlie's attention is mostly on the congregation though he is engaged helping what may as well just be a worn down human elder get his belongings stowed away again. There isn't any more taint coming off of this guy than there is the buildings and the streets that surround them; not that he can pick out, anyway.

[Evan McCollach] (Omega of the gang)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Evan McCollach] (Err suppose to be 6, 2 more dice for Omega)
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (okay -- timeout! let me post, and then inits!

Evan only manages to get one read in by the time inits begins.)

[Evan McCollach] (Bum, smell)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 5, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] Kemp throws a punch and instantly, shit hits the fan. The kid he's aiming it at doesn't wait. He retaliates. On all sides, his goons are pulling knives and lead pipes and chains and prybars.

And when Charlie goes to help the old man, he throws himself over the rags and bags that fell out of his cart -- almost as though he expected Charlie to steal them. Or hurt his possessions, somehow.

The first intelligible words out of his mouth: "No! Nooo! Go 'way!"

(inits!)

[Kemp] (inti +9 ))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1

[Face of Death] [+7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9

[Hunter] [+7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8

[Lights Out] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10

[Syndel] ( +7 )
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Toia] [init + 7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[snail o' doom] A +8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[White Oak] [Init: 6+]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9

[Evan McCollach] (Evan: 6+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[snail o' doom] B +3
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Failure at target 6)

[snail o' doom] C +9
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] Init order:

A 18
C 16
Face 16
Charlie 16
Hunter 15
White Oak 15
Syndel 12
Toia 11
Kemp
Evan 10
B 8

Declare in reverse

B: Bum is scuttling over his cart freaking out.

[Evan McCollach] (Punch Alpha)

[Kemp] Kemp was punching, snarling going for the fool that hit him of course.

[Toia] [Placing bets n watching.]

[snail o' doom] your declare!
to Syndel

[Syndel] ( Punching C )
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[Syndel] ( Punching C )

[White Oak] (Reflexive: Enjoy Skoal, Continue watching

Declare: Hold Action until the end of round.)

[Hunter] [Holding action for now]

[Syndel] ( i didn't mark down how many! hehe )
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[Lights Out] [Reflexive: Go away! Action: Oh, what the hell. Donkey Punch Wrecking Bar.]

[Face of Death] [bat: C]

[snail o' doom] C: ?
A: the four boys act on the same initiative.
+1: clobbers kemp with his wrecking bar. Rage action: clobber again
+2: knifes kemp. Rage action: knifes evan.
+3: punches syndel. Rage action: twice.
+4: knifes Face. Rage action: again!

Rolling +1, clobber!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (in the interest of time, i'm gonna keep rolling. write in your rolls what you're soaking for, if you need to soak, and keep track of your own health!

+2, knifing kemp.)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 5, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 4)

[snail o' doom] +2, Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] +3, punching syndel.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 5, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Kemp] soak first hit against Kemp....
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 5, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (+3, damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 8, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Kemp] Knifing soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] +4, knifing Face.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 4)

[snail o' doom] +4, damage
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Face of Death] [soaking knife from +4]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 9, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (Syndel, roll a soak. then go down standard actions:

Face
Charlie
Hunter
White Oak
Syndel
Toia
Kemp
Evan)

[Syndel] soak + 3
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (sorry -- no need to soak, it was a fail *laughs* Face, roll action +1!)

[Syndel] ( i thought damage roll failed, sorry )
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[Syndel] ( :P )

[snail o' doom] it did, i brainfarted *LOL*
to Syndel

[Face of Death] [bat: dex + melee diff 5(club) +1 diff switch target to +4]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Brawl+Dexterity: DONKEY PUNCH! Target: A4. +1 diff (switching targets).]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 (Failure at target 7)

[Hunter] [Switching action:
Rage-shift to glabro
Split knife throw at +2 and +4]

[snail o' doom] (Hunter holds. White Oak holds til end of round. Syndel!)

[Syndel] ( Punch at +3: Dex + Brawl diff 6. )
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Hunter] [Dex+Ath -2]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Hunter] [Dex+Ath -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 3, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7) Re-rolls: 1

[snail o' doom] (Toia!)

[Toia] [Holding.]

[snail o' doom] (Kemp!)

[Kemp] (Punch Dex+Ath homid on the punch ass bitch that hit him first.)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Kemp] Dam
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Hunter] [Sorry! Delete all that]

[snail o' doom] (+1 soaks)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Evan McCollach] (Evan Attac, Alphak: Dex+Brw. WP used)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]

[Evan McCollach] (Damage: With EM.

HAIL DAMON)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[snail o' doom]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (OK, Hunter -- roll your damage.
White Oak, if you're gonna take an action, do it now.)

[White Oak] (Shifting to Glabro: Stamina 4 + Primal Urge 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[Hunter] [Changing action again. Hunter disappears off in the distance to go do something... mysterious.]

[Toia] Pulls out the Glock compact, aim this round.

[snail o' doom] +1, clobber kemp again!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] +1 Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Kemp] Soak +1
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] +2, knifing evan
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 7 (Failure at target 4)

[snail o' doom] +3, punching syndel again
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[snail o' doom] +4, knifing face
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 5 at target 4)

[Face of Death] [soak knife from +4]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 7, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] +4 damage
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Evan McCollach]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Syndel] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (anyone else with rage actions?)

[Syndel] nvm that

[snail o' doom] It's a flurry of action...

...with little result. In the end, Laughs in the Face of Death is bleeding -- quite badly, actually. No one else is harmed.

Everyone's tense, though. The air's thick with violence. The boys are obviously not entirely human. The Garou are -- well. Even more obviously inhuman.

And the bum? Still wailing. Still embracing what's spilled out of his cart as though it were infinitely precious, some priceless treasure, some irreplaceable horde. And the mass of rags and plastic bags and filth and stink...

moves.

(Same inits! Round summary:
Face 5L

Init order:
A 18
C 16
Face 16
Charlie 16
White Oak 15
Syndel 12
Toia 11
Kemp
Evan 10
B 8

Bum: still wailing.)

[Evan McCollach] (Hold Action)

[Kemp] ((Insta Shift to Warform....

Spend 1 rage to claw))

[Toia] [Shooting +4. Whoever that was knifing Face.]

[Syndel] ( Shift to big furry death machine )

[White Oak] [Reflexive: Spending Rage to activate Falcon's Grasp on his hands. (1 Rage, Temp Rage down to 4)

Regular Action: Move into a position to attack closest Youth (Leader if no preference) from rear or flank

Rage Action 1 (Temp Rage down to 3): Grapple: Clinch on said Youth from Rear or Flank.]

[Lights Out] [Action: Mother's Touch Joey. Rage 1: Disarm A4, spending WP. Rage 2: Knife his ass.]

[snail o' doom] (Mother's Touch is Gnosis-based. No rage actions in the same round, sorry!)

[Face of Death] [snapshift to hispo
split action: bite/bite +4]

[Lights Out] [Shit! X that.]

[Lights Out] [Action: Disarm A4, spending WP. Rage 1: Knife his ass. Rage 2: Knife his ass 'gain.]

[snail o' doom] (addendum: kemp's actions will be:
split claw/claw
rage claw.)

[Syndel] ( syndel will only shift to Glabero. forgot delirium! lol )

[snail o' doom] (C: growing.
A1: keep clobbering kemp. Rage: again
A2: knifing Toia. Rage: again
A3: get back to back with A1. Rage: beat on White Oak
A4: Knifing Charlie. Rage: again, if still holding knife.

A1!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (1 damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (was involved Toia is across road.
A2: run across road. Rage: knife her.)

[snail o' doom] A2 -- running.
A3: back to back with A1.
A4: knifing Charlie!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 4)

[snail o' doom] (involved? inFORMed.

A4 damage!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 4, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Face of Death] [1st bite: dex + brawl -2(split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Lights Out] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Face of Death] [damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Face of Death] [2nd bite: dex + bralw -3(split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 7 (Failure at target 5)

[Lights Out] [Melee+Dexterity: Gimme Dat Knife!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 7) [WP]

[Syndel] ( Shift to Glabro, Sta + PU )
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 6, 6, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[Toia] [Dex + Firearms (loss aim bonus for changing target A2) + 1 diff for changing action, + 2 for headshot]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 9) [WP]

[Toia] [Glock compact damage, 5. ]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Kemp] Action 1A/ Claw A-1 at -2
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] hey, what are the rules for disarmament? my AIM just kaputed!
to Lights Out

[Kemp] Dam for 1a claw on A-1
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (sorry folks, had an internet blip. *strangles AT&T* catching up on the soaks.

A2 soaking Toia)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (A1 soaking kemp)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kemp] 1b-Claw on A-1 at -3
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1

[Kemp] Dam for 1b against A-1....
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 4, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (a1 soaks again!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Evan McCollach] (Evan. Auto-shift to hispo. Split: Bite A1/ Bite A1))

[Evan McCollach] (Bite 1 on A1, -2 dice)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 2, 9 (Success x 1 at target 5)

[snail o' doom] (A1 soaking evan 1)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Evan McCollach] (Damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Evan McCollach] (Second attack. WP used)
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5) [WP]

[Evan McCollach] (Damage. Kill It)
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 6, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (i've lost my mind. ignore that soak. i just soaked. lskdjflkdsjkfsdl.)

[snail o' doom] (A1 rage action, -2 dice!
clobbering kemp again.)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (A2 -- knifes toia)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 4 at target 4)

[Toia] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kemp] Soak A1....
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[snail o' doom] A3 - bash White Oak
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] A3 damage
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] A4 knifing charlie
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 4)

[snail o' doom] (A4 damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (White Oak needs to soak 8 bashing.
Go ahead with Rage actions (if any) -- order is Face, Charlie, White Oak, Syndel, Toia, Kemp, Evan)

[White Oak] (Stamina 4 + 2 for Glabro + 3 for Totem Bonus)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Spending 2 Rage: 1 to ignore stun, 1 to snap-shift to Crinos.]

[Lights Out] [Spending last Rage to bite A4.
Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Bite! -2 pool (wound penalty), +1 diff (switching action).]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (A4 soaks! A4 does not wanna die!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Damage: Strength +1 (Bear) +1 (bite) +2 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (A4 incapped.

go, White Oak!)

[White Oak] (Grapple: Clinch on A3: Strength 3 + 2 for Glabro + 3 Brawl + 1 for Totem Bonus + 3 for Falcon's Grasp - 1 dice for 3 Bashing (Injured) +1 Diff for Changing Targets)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 10 (Failure at target 7)

[snail o' doom] (syndel, rage actions if any!)

[snail o' doom] (nm, syndel shifted to glabro. toia!)

[Toia] [none.]

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

[Kemp] dam on A1
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)

[snail o' doom]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 4, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (A1 ded)

[Evan McCollach] (No rage for Evan)

[snail o' doom] (sum up coming in 3 min!)

[snail o' doom] And now it's gotten bloody.

Fur erupts. Claws shred. Blood spatters across the sidewalk in glistening dark splashes -- black in the wan light of the sodium lamps. The boys aren't afraid, not even close to it. Even when their leader falls -- even when one of the knife-wielders goes down -- they only seem to grow all the more furious.

"Come on!" one of them screams at the Garou. "Come on, fuckers, I got yours right here!"

The other one -- the one using his fists -- is about to chime in when

the bum's cart erupts. Boiling out of the rags and the bags, uncoiling out of a space impossibly small for what comes out of it, is a creature, a shambling thing of sagging pale skin and stringy, straggling hair; two dangling teats flapping against a shriveled belly; milky eyes that loll and roll in their sockets.

The old bum's mouth is slack with horror, or awe -- it's impossible to tell which. He cowers at the thing's feet. Reaches to touch one, fingers quavering.

It -- she -- turns on him. The motion is impossibly fast. Something that old, that decrepit, that terrible, should not move so fast. But she does. And her mouth drops open. Rows and rows of needlesharp teeth, like a lamprey's mouth. They flash open, and shut, and the old man doesn't even get a chance to scream.

A headless body thumps to the sidewalk. "Holy shit," the boy with the fists says -- horrified, or awed. "Holy fucking shit."

(sum-up:
A1 - dead
A4 - dead
Bum - dead
Kemp - 1B
Toia - 3L
White Oak - 3B
Charlie - 5L
Face - 5L

declares!
A2, A3 18
C 16
Face 16
Charlie 16
White Oak 15
Syndel 12
Toia 11
Kemp
Evan 10)

[Evan McCollach] (Burn 2 Rage. Bite Thing from Cart. R1 Bite again. R2. And again)

[Kemp] (( Split....Claw/Claw against the thing! And then 1 rage...Claw..the thing! ))

[Lights Out] [Toia
Reflexive: Snap-shift to Crinos. Split Action: Claw/Claw A2. Rage Action: Claw A2 'gain!]

[Syndel] Autoshift to Crinos
Action split Claw/Claw +3
Rage: Claw 3

[White Oak] (Reflexive: Snap-shift to Crinos (Temp Rage: 2)

Regular Action: Claw A3 WP used/ Claw Him Again

Rage: Bite him)

[Lights Out] [Charlie
Split Action: Bite/Bite the Teat Monster. Spending WP on second bite.]

[Face of Death] [bite/bite +3
R: bite/bite C]

[snail o' doom] (A2 - stab toia Rage 1: stabbity! Rage 2: stabbity!
A3 - hit syndel Rage 1: hit White Oak. Rage 2: hit Joey
C: Four actions, simultaneous (not rage.
a) chomp charlie
b) chomp kemp
c) chomp evan
d) chomp evan

A2 -- stabbity!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 4)

[snail o' doom] (damage!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] A3 - bash syndel!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 5, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Toia
Soak: Stamina +3 (Crinos).]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] C-a) charlie
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Charlie
Soak: Stamina +3 (Crinos).]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] C-b) kemp
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (damage, kemp!)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)

[Kemp] "See! I told ya so ya stupid mother fuckers!"

Ok, so they might not understand him in this form but he was bellowing it just the same as he went into action. Soaking the first blow.

Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Syndel] soak sta + 3 (c)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Kemp]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 1 at target 8) [WP]

[snail o' doom] C-c) evan!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 5, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Evan McCollach] (1st action dodge at +1 diff. WP used)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 7) [WP]

[snail o' doom] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (ignore damage. C-d) evan!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Evan McCollach] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (okay, Face!)

[Face of Death] [1st bite: dex + brawl -2(split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Face of Death] [damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] +3 soaks!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 4, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Face of Death] [2nd bite +3: dex + brawl -3(split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Face of Death] [damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 5, 7, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] +3 soaks!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 4, 4, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Charlie
First Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Bite! -4 pool (split/wound penalty).]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 5, 6 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Lights Out] [Charlie
Damage: Strength +1 (Bear) +4 (Crinos) +1 (bite) +2 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (teatmonster soaks)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Charlie
Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Bite! -5 pool (split/wound penalty). Spending WP.]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 7 (Success x 2 at target 5) [WP]

[Lights Out] [Charlie
Damage: Strength +1 (Bear) +4 (Crinos) +1 (bite) +1 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (teatmonster soaks again!)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[White Oak] (Claw to A3: First Action: Dex 3 + 1 for Crinos + 3 Brawl + 1 for Totem Bonus -2 dice)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]

[White Oak] (Damage to A3: Strength 3 + 4 for Crinos + 1 for Claw + 3 extra sux)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (A3 soaks!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[White Oak] (Claw to A3: First Action: Dex 3 + 1 for Crinos + 3 Brawl + 1 for Totem Bonus -3 dice)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[White Oak] (Damage to A3: Strength 3 + 4 for Crinos + 1 for Claw + 4 extra sux)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (A3 soaks again!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (syndel!)

[snail o' doom] (btw man, if you want into the AIM chat we have going, invite yourself to "playfreebird")
to Syndel

[Syndel] ( :P ty a3 still alive right? )
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
to snail o' doom

[snail o' doom] (yep!)
to Syndel

[Syndel] First Action: Claw A3; Dex + Brawl + 1 (c) -2 (split)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Syndel] Damage: str + 3 (c)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 7, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Syndel] +1 for manuver
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Syndel] >>

[snail o' doom] (*dies* second split!)

[Syndel] Second Action: Claw A3; Dex + Brawl + 1 (c) -3 (split)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 4, 4, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Syndel] Damage: str + 3 (c) +1 manuver + 1 sux
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] A3 soaking!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Toia
First Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Claw A2! -3 pool (split/wound penalty).]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Syndel] ( umm...how do i join a chat. i don't see option... >.> )
to snail o' doom

[Lights Out] [Toia
Damage: Strength +4 (Crinos) +1 (claw) +2 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (just start a chat, but name it playfreebird)
to Syndel

[snail o' doom] (A2 soaking!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Toia
Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Claw A2! -4 pool (split/wound penalty).]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Toia
Damage: Strength +4 (Crinos) +1 (claw) + NATHING.] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (kemp, go!)

[Kemp] (( er...twitches? ))

[snail o' doom] (whoops. Evan, go!)

[Evan McCollach] (Evan used dodge this turn. But has 2 rage actions)

[snail o' doom] (orite.

rage, round 1! A2 - still stabbitying. -2.)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (A2 damage on Toia)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Toia
Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] A3 - smacking white oak, -2)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[White Oak] (Soak: Stamina 4 + 3 for Crinos + 3 for Totem Bonus)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Syndel] Hey A3! CLAW TIME MOFO!

Dex + Brawl + 1(c)

[Face of Death] [R: 1st bite C: dex + brawl -2(split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 5)

[Syndel] 7

[Syndel] Hey A3! CLAW TIME MOFO!

Dex + Brawl + 1(c)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Evan McCollach] (R1: Bite the bitch teats)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Face of Death] [damage to C]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Face of Death] [R: 2nd bite C: dex + brawl -3(split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Evan McCollach] (Damage: 12 dice)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 4, 6, 6, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Face of Death] [damage to C]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 5, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] C soaking
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] C soaks again
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Evan McCollach] (R2: Bite Cart thing)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 5, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)

[White Oak] (Bite Attack on A3: Dex 3 + 1 for Crinos + 3 Brawl + 1 for Totem Bonus)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Evan McCollach] (Damage: 15 on Cart)
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[White Oak] (Damage: Strength 3 + 4 for Crinos + 1 for Bite + 1 extra sux)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] A3 soaks
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3 (Botch x 2 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (A3 dead)

[Lights Out] [Toia
Rage Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Claw A2! -2 pool (wound penalty).]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Toia
Damage: Strength +4 (Crinos) +1 (claw) + NATHING.] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (dayum. A2 soaks!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (A2 ded!)

[snail o' doom] (cart thing soaking evan, 1)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 7, 9, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (again)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (recap coming up!)

[snail o' doom] The Garou rally and round on the creature that shambles out of the cart. As it unfolds to its full height, its size seems utterly impossible. Nine, ten feet of jutting bones, gnarled joints, loose skin: far too much to have ever fit in a shopping cart, let alone one stuffed full of bags and rags and detritus and refuse. Blood is streaming down its -- her? -- face, dribbling past folds of loose skin dangling like wattles under the sunken chin, dripping onto the horrible shriveled torso.

It comes forward on unsteady feet... but when it gets there it moves mindblowingly fast.

It takes Kemp down in a single bite. Lays the Rotagar open. Nearly tears his head off the way it had the old man's. The Adren goes down. Alive. Barely.

Then the Garou swarm. They tear at the two remaining boys -- crush one, then the other. They turn on the monster from the shopping cart, rip and tear at it, pull away entire sheets of skin to reveal greyish, putrefying flesh beneath. Break bones, snap ribs. Inflict enough damage to kill an elephant.

But it's still alive. And deathly silent, its terrible eyes empty and rolling wildly, bulging from their sockets, it comes forward again.

(summary:
A 1-4: Dead
Bum: Dead
C: 13 damage out of ???

Kemp: 7agg
Toia: 4lethal
White Oak: 3B -->healed to 1B by start of next round
Charlie: 5lethal
Face: 5lethal

Those with lethal damage, give me two Stamina vs diff 8 rolls in a roll to see if you've regenerated any (sorry, forgot about this).

Then declare! Action order:
Cart monster
Face
Charlie
White Oak
Syndel
Toia
(Kemp)
Evan)

[Face of Death] [stamina]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8)

[Face of Death] [stamina]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 8)

[Lights Out] [Charlie
Stamina +1.]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 9 (Failure at target 8)

[Lights Out] [Charlie
Stamina +2.]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 6, 6 (Failure at target 8)

[Lights Out] [Toia
Stamina +1]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Lights Out] [Toia
Stamina +2]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[snail o' doom] (updated:
kemp 7agg
toia 2lethal
white oak 1bashing
charlie 5lethal
face 3lethal.

declare!)

[Evan McCollach] (Bite the thing again dammit)

[Evan McCollach] (Wait change action. MT on Kemp)

[Syndel] Split Action: Claw/Claw.

[snail o' doom] (don't mind me...)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Toia
Reflexive: 1 Rage to cross street with the quickness. Split Action: Claw/Claw Teat Monster.]

[White Oak] (Regular Action:

Claw Monster/ Claw Monster

Rage Action: Bite Monster)

[Lights Out] [Charlie
Split Action: Bite/Bite the Teat Monster. Spending WP on second bite. Rage Action: Bite Her Again!]

[Face of Death] [bite/bite gross thing
R: bite/bite again!]

[snail o' doom] (gross thing:
a) attack syndel
b) attack white oak
c) attack charlie
d) attack face

Also, at end of round, if alive:
e) something bad.

rolling vs syndel!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Syndel] ( texans are tough...when their named syndel )

[snail o' doom] (!

b) attacking white oak)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (attacking charlie!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (damage on charlie)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Charlie
FML!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (attacking face!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[White Oak] (Soak: Stamina 4 + 3 for Crinos + 3 for Totem Bonus)

[snail o' doom] (damage!)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Face of Death] [soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[White Oak] (Soak: Stamina 4 + 3 for Crinos + 3 for Totem Bonus)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 6, 6, 7, 7, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Face of Death] [1st bite: dex + brawl -2(split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 5)

[Face of Death] [damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Face of Death] [2nd bite: dex + brawl -3(split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Face of Death] [damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Charlie
First Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Bite! -4 pool (split/wound penalty).]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Lights Out] [Charlie
Damage: Strength +1 (Bear) +4 (Crinos) +1 (bite) +1 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 5, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] soaking!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Charlie
Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Bite! -5 pool (split/wound penalty). Spending WP.]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 5 (Success x 2 at target 5) [WP]

[Lights Out] [Charlie
Damage: Strength +1 (Bear) +4 (Crinos) +1 (bite) +1 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 5, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[White Oak] (Claw on T Monster: Dex 3 + 1 for Crinos + 3 for Brawl + 1 for Totem Bonus - 2 dice)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[White Oak] (Damage: Strength 3 + 4 for Crinos + 1 for Claw + 2 extra sux)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] omfgwtfbbq kahseeno
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[White Oak] (Claw on T Monster: Dex 3 + 1 for Crinos + 3 for Brawl + 1 for Totem Bonus - 3 dice)

[Syndel] Split Action 1: Claw

Dex + Brawl + 1(c) DIE DAMN IT
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]

[White Oak] (Claw on T Monster: Dex 3 + 1 for Crinos + 3 for Brawl + 1 for Totem Bonus - 3 dice)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 6, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Syndel] Damage: Str + 3 (c) + 2 suxx
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 5, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (one more soak for white oak)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (and for syndel)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Syndel] Split Action 2: Claw

Dex + Brawl + 1(c) DIE DAMN IT
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[White Oak] (Damage: Strength 3 + 4 for Crinos + 1 for Claw + 4 extra sux)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[Syndel] Damage: str + 3 (c)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (and soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Toia
First Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Claw A2! -3 pool (split/wound penalty).]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Toia
Damage: Strength +4 (Crinos) +1 (claw) +2 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Toia
Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Claw Teat Monster! -4 pool (split/wound penalty).]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Lights Out] [Toia
Damage: Strength +4 (Crinos) +1 (claw) +2 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[snail o' doom]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Evan McCollach] (Mothers Touch on Kemp. Add WP)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 5 at target 4) [WP]

[snail o' doom] (something bad: )

Beleaguered, beset on all sides, the geriatric monstrosity throws back its head and keens.

The noise knifes right through their skulls. Rattles their bones. Shakes the glass in the houses behind them. Makes at least one porch light simply burst, like a wineglass at resonance.

(remember that 4d10 roll earlier? everyone soaks 3 agg, stamina vs diff 8. if you are currently carrying damage from the monster -- that's kemp and face -- your diff is 9.)

[Lights Out] [Toia
Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 7, 7, 9 (Failure at target 8)

[Face of Death] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 9)

[Lights Out] [Charlie
Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Evan McCollach] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Syndel] SOAK
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[White Oak] (Soak: Stamina 4 + 3 for Crinos + 3 for Totem Bonus)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 8)

[Kemp] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 6 (Botch x 1 at target 9)

[Face of Death] [R: bite C: dex + brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 5, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 5)

[Face of Death] [damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] soak! teat monster wants to live!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[White Oak] (Bite: Dex 3 + 1 for Crinos + 3 for Brawl + 1 for Totem Bonus)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[White Oak] (Damage: Strength 3 + 4 for Crinos + 1 for Bite + 2 extra sux)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] soak.
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Syndel] Rage Action 1: Claw!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dex + Brawl + 1(c)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 6 (Failure at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (incap!!)

[snail o' doom] The screech is the first, last, and only sound the creature makes.

A moment later, White Oak's teeth nick its throat. It's a minor wound, hardly enough to slow even the lowliest of cubs.

It's enough.

The creature's eyes roll back in its head. All at once, the life seems to go out of it. It collapses, every joint coming loose, every muscle slackening. It thumps down on the pavement and is still, except for the occasional twitch at the extremities.

The Garou have a chance to examine their damages: Kemp, grievously wounded, healed, wounded again. Evan, brain-rattled, half-deafened. Toia, knifed and deafened. Syndel, ears bleeding. White-Oak, all but unharmed, healing the last of his damage even now.

Charlie, unconscious on the ground. Face of Death, stabbed, bitten, bleeding from the ears as well.

And around them: four thugs, one bum, one unnameable, cadaverous creature.

[snail o' doom] (final tally:
Thugs: 7 health each.
Monster: 25 health.

Kemp: 5 agg.
Evan: 2 agg
Toia: 2 lethal, 3 agg.
Syndel: 2 agg
White: 1 bashing
Charlie: 5 lethal, 2 agg
Face: 3 lethal, 1 agg

[White Oak] *White Oak wastes no time. He was punching through armor, nicking it, not able to get a killing blow. Now it stops. He doesn't hesitate, and rips into it with claws and teeth determined to end the thing's wretched existence.*

[Evan McCollach] (Shift back to Homid form. Mother's Touch on Charlie. 5 auto sux)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 7, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[snail o' doom] (oh and Kemp has a new battle scar: a bite mark that goes all the way around his neck, like someone literally tried to bite his head off wholesale)

[Syndel] Syndel only snarled quietly at the dead creature before the black and silver war marchine shifts back into the rough-n-tough Texan. Frowning, she wiped some of the blood off her ears and onto her jeans. Those bright yellow feral eyes looked at the others, all alive, some are fucked up but still alive. She stooped down to roll up her pant leg, easing out the modest blade she kept there before walking over to the beast and started seperating it from the rest of its body

[Evan McCollach] After awakening Charlie a little bit, laying his hands on the Fury's chest for a second as he lay out cold, the creature and the thug. He tries to stretch out his mouth, sticking his finger in his ear, tilting his head. Anything to try and get the hearing back in his ear for the moment.

As he was doing so, he moves over to Kemp, laying his head on Kemp's shoulder as he let a bit more of his spiritual energy to cure the ranked Fernir. Whether he liked it or not, before sitting down next to him. Almost screaming because of his ear.

"You had to wave your junk at them huh?"

Looks back wondering if his bike was still in one piece after the fight.

(Mothers Touch)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 5, 6 (Success x 1 at target 4)

[Face of Death] [Girl, you so dirty. Spending 1WP to not freak out (compulsion: excessive cleanliness)]

Once the geriatric monster is finally dead, Joey shifts and removes a willow switch from her bag, and prepares to cleanse the site.

[Lights Out] Evan crouches beside Charlie, still in his war form, and all but eliminates the damage doled out by that wretched keen, the knife from one of the fallen Fomori. The metis jerks, opens his eyes, and looks for a moment as though he's going to attack Evan before recognition enters into his flint-colored eyes. His great chest heaves, and he shakes his head before melting down into his human skin.

"Thanks," he tells the Fostern, and gets to his feet. He has healing work of his own to do.

[-1 Gnosis to activate Mother's Touch.
Intelligence+Medicine (+3): Mother's Touch. Target: Joey.]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 10, 10

[Lights Out] [-1 Gnosis again.
Intelligence+Medicine (+3): Mother's Touch. Target: Toia.]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 8, 8, 8, 8, 10

brzy, můj zadek.

[Lukas] On the corner of Michigan and Pearson, across from a Macy's and next door to a Victoria's Secret, is a Borders -- the only bookstore on the Mile. Lukas, not being too proud or hip or independent to avoid chain bookstores like the plague, is spending a Friday evening in the first floor cafe.

He takes a table for two. The Ahroun himself is sprawled in the chair in the corner, tipped back on two legs, relaxed and uncharacteristically casual in scuffed blue jeans, a navy blue pullover shirt that's saved from being a plain tee only by the orange ribbing at the seams. He looks like he's just had a trim: his hair is short and straight, the hairline at the back of his neck, his temples and his sideburns neatly angled off.

An white-and-grey messenger bag occupies the other chair. The moon, unseen behind a heavy cloud cover, is risen and gibbous tonight. No one else occupies any of the chairs in a one-table radius. In lieu of other company, Lukas's laptop sits atop the table alongside a smoothie. He's reading a book, though, and not what's on the laptop screen. The cover is almost childish: a cartoonish rendering of a young-looking policeman, face turned away, dashing into a moonlit graveyard armed with his pistol and a flashlight, his body posture reading either eagerness or apprehension.

The title is Alive in Necropolis. Lukas is more than halfway through, totally engrossed.

[Danicka] Not that he's checking tags, but most of Danicka's lingerie -- of which he has seen only a fraction of, even in all this time -- comes from La Perla, or Agent Provocateur, or Aubade. He's also seen the t-shirts she gets for ten and fifteen dollars a pop from websites devoted to geeks and nerds, references to the molecular structure of caffeine or chocolate, Portal, World of Warcraft, coding. He knows her goddamn camisoles are fine as spidersilk and cost as much as a dinner for two, her jeans are a car payment, her shoes are unfuckingholy.

She's walking out of Victoria's Secret, though, a trademark pink-striped bag swinging from one hand. Her chocolate brown skirt looks as soft as jersey cotton, a wide fold at the top hugging her hips, the hem swishing around her knees. Her boots come about halfway up her calves, the heels high and the leather stamped and stained in swirls of chaotic design. Her shirt is a few shades darker, more orange, than peach, with a wide scoop neck, a cut that hugs her torso, and sleeves that cut off just above her elbows. A long pewter chain hangs around her neck, a collection of pendants bouncing gently below her breasts as she walks, purse over her shoulder, hair in a messy bun with a dozen tendrils or more hanging down around her face, her neck.

Danicka walks right by his window. Not past it, though. She slows as she goes by the door to Borders, twisting a bit to get her phone out of her purse. She taps the screen casually, lifting it to her ear as she starts walking again. But there's a pause, a split second, where she's still.

[Lukas] The morning of the last time he saw her

(and for them, with their meetings as rare as they are, this is a sort of holiday, a sort of observation day in and of itself: The Last Time They Met.)

her roommate banged something around in the kitchen and woke Danicka, but even as she started awake he was already starkly, preternaturally alert, his head up, the tendons in his neck tense, his eyes cast in the direction of the noise. When he recognized the voices muffled through the door, Lukas lay his head back down. Sighed in mingled annoyance and contentment, one for the roommate and one for her; wrapped his arms tighter around her as she burrowed. They slept.

The morning of the last time he saw her, she texted him to ask when she would see him again. His reply was simple:

Soon.

but soon stretched from days to weeks; weeks to -- now. It's something of the same razoredged alertness that calls his attention from the book he's all but lost in. Makes him raise his head and turn it, seeking some target he doesn't know he seeks. He looks to the window where Danicka -- as blonde and beautiful and apparently emptyheaded as a hundred other women on this swanky block of this glittering street in this great city, but utterly unique amongst all the women in all the world -- paused for a second, and then moved on.

Lukas puts the book down. He stands up, swiftly but unhurriedly, and raps loudly on the window with his knuckles. There's a pane of glass between them, but rage is not heat, is not electromagnetic radiation of any sort. It crosses all barriers with impunity. A step away, a passerby on the street startles at the noise; skitters sideways as though pushed.

If Danicka turns, Lukas smiles at her through the window. No one has ever known Danicka as Lukas knew her the night of the solstice, or the last night they spent together. No one has ever seen Lukas smile the way Danicka sees him smile, with mute and absolute and clear, guileless pleasure. He lifts his hand and waves.

[Danicka] From a surprisingly young age, Danicka has usually ignored the catcalls, hollering, honking, whistling, or cheeky upwards nods given to her by men around New York. It isn't consistent, though. In other moods she'll flip the offenders off without missing a beat. Occasionally she's smirked, laughed, shaken her head, made kissy faces, and on a couple of memorable occasions she's just flashed them. More times than most people would like to imagine, she's ended up getting laid.

Someone rapping on a window to get her attention has happened before. Danicka would ignore it if she were a foot or two farther away, but as it is, when the windowpane rattles from the force of some eager hand, her step hitches even if her conversation doesn't and she whips her head around to look back, her expression constructed to be curious, a little startled, mostly droll.

Until she sees who it is. He can see her more clearly simply because of the windowtinting and the angle of the sun, but she can sense him now as surely as he can feel her, smell her, miles away and weeks apart. He can see the way she smiles back, and it's almost...goofy. Awkward, like some part of her is still trying to hold back a pure or open manifestation of delight.

Her lips move as she speaks to whoever called her, and her hand lifts to wave back, but she doesn't go for the door. She walks back to the glass, shifting her Victoria's Secret bag to her wrist, and lays her fingertips against it at her hip level, opting to stay outside while she finishes her phonecall rather than bringing it indoors. She doesn't push up her sunglasses, but she is still smiling at him through the glass.

Her hand falls away after a few moments, and after perhaps five minutes, she wrangles herself off the iPhone, putting it back in her purse as she finally goes to the door and weaves her way to the cafe. Now her shades leave her face, get put on top of her head. Now she smiles again, though more carefully, more radiantly. Now she walks over to him, the pendants on their chain swinging slightly.

"'Brzy', můj zadek," are the first words out of her math.

[Lukas] When Lukas's hand drops from the wave, his fingertips brush against the glass, press. Danicka comes back and he takes a step forward and now there's a foot and a half, and a pane of glass, between them. They smile at each other -- like idiots, like primitive humanoids too stupid to figure out how to get around a glass wall; like the lovers they are.

She stays outside to finish her call. She puts her hand on the glass as well, lower, and his eyes drop to it. When his hand falls it seems to a moment he'll try to meet her fingers through the glass, but then he thinks better of it, checks that graceless and sentimental impulse.

Danicka's call takes five minutes to finish. He sits down again after one, turns his book right-side-up and closes it after two, using the flap to mark his place. He reaches over to his computer, his head turned toward the screen but his body squared toward Danicka. He taps a few keys. Clicks the touchpad. As Danicka's finishing her call, he's closing the lid on the laptop, and when she comes in the door he stands again.

The smile comes back, becomes a grin; gentles as she approaches. Then she speaks. He laughs -- throwing his head back, laughing hard, laughing for the joy of laughing and of seeing her, because what she said was funny now even though it wouldn't have been, wasn't funny, when he thought of her sometime in that endless stretch of days between last time and this.

"Promiňte," he says, and he's smiling still when he reaches his hand for hers. His hand closes around her fingers and for a moment the way he draws her hand upward suggests he might do something so silly as kiss her knuckles ... but then he pulls her into him, drapes her hand over his shoulder and wraps his arms around her body. The size difference between them is considerable. He's inches taller; inches broader. When he squeezes her against him, she all but disappears into the warm suntanned circle of his bare arms. Her feet all but come off the ground.

"I missed you," he says, after, letting her go. His eyes are on her, ceaselessly: moving from her face to her hair to her hands to her face. "Where are you headed?"

[Marrick] Marrick Fisher wasn't what most people called a "book learner." In middle school, she spent the better part of her days sitting at her desk, knee bouncing and bright blue eyes staring out the window at clouds passing and butterflies fluttering past.

The monarch migration had been her first instance of quiet fascination. She had been thirteen when she had found herself enthralled with little orange and black and white floating . She remembered watching droves of them come down and head towards Mexico like they did time and time again. She remembered asking her friends about it, to which the response was a glazed over look and eventually a little teasing. Look it up, you ain't Kyle Austin

At that time, she had no clue who Kyle Austin was, but Marrick did remember inexplicable irritation that she was being compared to another idealized male.
Later, she learned two things: one related to monarch butterflies, and the other related to Ms. Austin. Yearbook editor. Reluctant. Theurge. Friend.

We weren't talking about memories, though, not really. We're talking about butterflies and the overreaching need to learn. Marrick Fisher wasn't what someone called a "book learner." It didn't come easily to her- not like running did. Just because it didn't come easy, however, it didn't mean that she didn't practice. Marrick liked learning, even if she did graduate in the middle of her class. She could boast something few ahrouns could- a high school diploma. [Even if her senior year made her nearly unbearable. Even if she made the faculty uncomfortable- people wrote whatever they could into her history and what they knew. After all, she wasn't living at home anymore. In Oklahoma that could mean anything]

The young blonde walked through the door of the place, and attire was something comfortable. She was wearing jeans- they were well worn, they had been no doubt been dragged behind a truck for several miles. They had those tragically hip holes worn into them. Coupled with a hooded sweatshirt [Abercrombie, circa 2002. Men's. Derek's.], Marrick Fisher was the epitome of boring and like any other teenager.

Those that weren't shying away from her thought that she was going to steal something. Either way, no one was bothering her.

[Danicka] Two blondes have entered through the same door in a matter of minutes, a glass portal situated comfortably so that entrants can go either into the ground-level cafe or into the store proper just by turning this way or that. The first one is not quite 5'10" in heels, and she is a City Girl. She is a City Girl of a variety not native to Chicago but a hard, shiny island that never sleeps and never quite gets dark. She holds summer in the color of her hair, the tan of her skin, the brightness of her smile. The calculation behind it is imperceptible. She seems warm, and open, and vibrant.

There is intense Rage at her front, intense Rage at her back. She walks quickly to one, but isn't unaware of the avatar of wrath behind her, though she doesn't know Marrick from Eve and at the moment could not be said to care. She has never met the girl. She doesn't know that this is the Ahroun who was chosen, instead of Lukas, as Auspice Elder. She barely missed meeting her the night that Marrick beat the tar out of Katherine Bellamonte. She doesn't know that the girl in torn jeans and an Abercrombie hoodie is a Black Fury.

Rick was a Black Fury. He did not talk much about the Tribe. He protected Yelizaveta, Helena, and Danicka with a literally lethal chill in his dark eyes, so intense that after a couple of months Danicka was certain that she could tell the difference between the report of any firearm whose trigger he pulled and the same gun shot by anyone else. He never refused her entry into his bed if she came in the middle of the night, or hesitated to follow her if she wordlessly invited him to hers. He never tried to kiss her. He had a collection of fangs wrenched from the mouths of Louisiana bloodsuckers, and kept them in a box with a picture of his mother taped to the inside of the lid.

There's no denying, however, what the Shadow Lord who tore Marrick to a bloody mess before she became his elder is to the blonde woman crossing the cafe to get to him. The way he laughs at what she says to him in some uncommon language, private between the two of them in the middle of a retail establishment. The way he takes her hand and tugs her forward with movement that is graceful because of Danicka's lack of resistance and Lukas's lack of expectation of such. She simply flows, putting her hand on his shoulder when he places it there, letting their top halves press together slightly...then more, as he squeezes her.

Her heels leave the floor. For a moment.

Danicka steps back, reinserts a foot of space between the two of them, though the damage is done: everyone with a pair of eyes can tell... whatever it is that they, personally, want to call what they see. Lovers. A couple. Love. Happiness. The motions of affectionate greeting, if they're cynics. An attractive man, a beautiful woman, a wannabe serial killer who probably holds a gun to her head and makes her cry when they fuck and a woman too thin, too weakened by consumerism and cultural messages of helplessness to fight back, or even cry for help.

Perspective is everything.

Or: an Ahroun who keeps rising in strength and renown, a paragon of his Tribe, who holds the claim over this woman and every other Kinfolk like her in Chicago. Her breeding marks her as her features and coloring do not: she looks nothing like the icons of the Shadow Lords, as Lukas quite clearly does. She belongs to them unmistakably, though: a certain edge to her softness, a dark secrecy to her bright smile, a distant chill to her seeming warmth.

"Vím," she says softly, as he runs his attention all over her without touching her. Her head nods northward. "I was going to go to the water tower park and call my father, then head up to Michael Kors."

A beat. She resists the urge to look over her shoulder to see if the freckled girl is still there. "What are you up to?"

[Marrick] Women like Danicka Musil didn't exist in Oklahoma. If they did, they were soon smothered by the lack of bright lights, even the cities become little more than a suburb. Oklahoma City, or even Tulsa, was nothing compared to New York City. Frank Sinatra didn't sing about red dirt. Their cities slept and observed the Sabbath, and the high end stores were few and far between.

Marrick has never seen a woman like Danicka, and the closest she's seen was a pretty girl from Texas. Marrick had beat the ever loving crap out of Katherine Bellamonte one of the few times that she could have met Danicka. Which, well, was a little fortunate, but had only proved that the eighteen year old girl had a hot head and Katherine had a big mouth.

Even along tribal lines, Marrick had never met a woman like Danicka. She could count on one hand the number of Shadow Lords she had met. When she looked at Danicka Musil, she saw blonde hair and soft skin and class. She was as much a Shadow Lord as Marrick was a Black Fury- blonde hair and atypical color palate aside. Marrick looked at Danicka, and she saw secrets, something hidden and protected. Distance, even if Danicka was standing right there. And dark, even if she was blonde.

[Emilio was the first, and only, Shadow Lord Marrick had known back home. We use the term 'known' loosely. What she had learned from him, however, was something that she carried with her. An ahroun's body was a weapon, and it could be used for psychological warfare. Thus far, that lesson has served her fairly well.]

Marrick just looked at at them- Lukas and Danicka trading comments and obviously lovers. Or something. [Facebook status: it's complicated. Danicka was kin, Lukas was garou. Of course it was complicated.] She sees Danicka as the sum of her parts- a well bred woman who who seems confident, who dresses nicely, who isn't falling all over a fairly attractive male. Who is classy.

In her eighteen year old brain, she wonders what it's like to be Danicka. In her eighteen year old mind, she builds this stranger up as something glamorous and gives her qualities she may or may not have. [She doesn't realize, of course, that she's standing there near the entrance, making customers shy away from entering or exiting] Without knowing her, Marrick's eighteen year old brain tells her that she wants to be like Danicka Musil.

And then, Marrick's eighteen year old stomach reminds her that it demands satisfaction (preferably, in the form of a muffin and coffee.) And, surprise! There is a place that sells pastries! So, she goes to quiet her stomach. If she was blowing money today, may as well splurge on the three dollar muffin, too.

This made Marrick pass by the two, or made her in close enough range that Oklahoma sensibilities dictated that she wave. So, she did.

[Lukas] When distance is reintroduced between them, Lukas doesn't linger. His hand doesn't hover at her elbow, unwilling to let go; he doesn't hold her hand.

He just looks at her. Runs his eyes all over her.

And back to her face, when she speaks: "How's your father?" This could be lip service, a passing nod toward concern. It's not. His eyes are keen on hers; he's interested. It's a question in truth. An unnecessary statement of fact, then, "I haven't seen him in years."

What is he up to, she asks. The corner of his mouth turns up, a little wryly. "Reading." He gestures at his book. "It's good. I want to buy it, but I couldn't put it down long enough. Do you want -- "

his eyes slide over Danicka's shoulder. Marrick waves. Something in Lukas closes up, folds on itself. He doesn't grow unfriendly, per se, or even particularly cold, but some part of him is tucked as neatly and quietly away as his personal effects in his tiny little room.

He nods to the young Fury. "Hey, Marrick." He turns. Aligns toward his auspicemate. A human man might put his arm casually around his girlfriend's waist now or otherwise shift her slightly in front of himself. It's courtesy; it's politeness; it would be instinct. Lukas, however, stands a little ways in front of Danicka.

This is also instinct.

"Have you two met? This is Marrick, my team leader. Marrick, Danička."

[Danicka] Years.

The man was in his fifties, the last time Lukas saw him. It's been over a decade and a half since then. Danicka doesn't talk about him much; Lukas knows more about the woman who died when she was fifteen than he does about the man who sired two Garou and two Kin, whose grandchildren now number more than half a dozen, who could not guard his uncle's scythe until his second daughter was old enough to take it up... because he was Kin. Because he was not worthy to hold it. Even if what Lukas knows about Night Warder is mostly in hearsay -- songs and tales, this blonde woman's recollections -- it is still more than what he knows of Miloslav Musil.

He cooked well. He played cards with Jaroslav and Marjeta. He had a curious smell, sawdust and woodstain, with calloused and scar-notched hands. He did not come quick! that sunny afternoon when Danička fell! but walked with deliberation and certainty that the tiny female with the dirtied dress and the skinned knee, scraped palm, could not have hurt herself that badly. Because he knew she could not have gotten up all that high to begin with. In Lukas's dimmest memory, if it even exists in his mind any longer, Miloslav had a powerful build and a soft voice, and whenever Jaroslav shouted for one or both of his children and Danicka became sharply startled, she ran and hid behind the prematurely aging man with the intensely blue eyes and the fair hair, wrapping her hands around the loose fabric of his pants and burying her face against the side of his leg.

At least when she was seven. And even then, she was too old to be doing so.

He hasn't seen him in years. Danicka just smiles, her lips together. Deep in her pupils there's a flinch that doesn't make it farther than those medium-sized voids. "He's got some of my cousins visiting him. He said I should come over to help them with their English." Oddly put, that: come over.

His eyes track off of hers and she hesitates. Danicka only turns her head and looks at Marrick when Lukas's physical attitude shifts along with that subtler discretion of tone and posture, when he turns slightly towards the teenager with something like deference, puts himself forward with undeniable protectiveness. Guardianship. Which is known, and accepted. Danicka sees it, even as she's looking at the blue-eyed girl instead of at the blue-eyed man. She smiles pleasantly.

"We haven't." Lifting her right hand, the left still holding the bag from the lingerie store next door, Danicka gives a small wave. Team leader. No amusement or confusion accompanies her greeting, after hearing this; she looks like she didn't even hear it, or process it. "It's good to meet you," she says.

[Marrick] "Hmmn-mmn," she says. Which, of course, is more of a hum and vocal pattern than an actual set of words. The meaning, however, is just the same as no, I have not met her, but I would like to. There was shake of her head to accompany it. She was the youngest person in the conversation, and also the smallest in stature.

In heels, Danicka was a few inches taller than Marrick.Lukas was already a head or so larger. She was the most distinctly under-dressed, and she was the one who was, on a certain level, physically incapable of hiding whatever it was that ran through her head. When she was hppy, she was happy. When she was sad, she was sad. And, right now, she was openly pleased. the ahroun elder, in the best of times, had many of the endearing qualities of an overeager puppy.

One that, today, seemed to remember her manners and wasn't frothing excitement to meet people. She was plesant, but not overly anxious. It was a nice change. "It's great t'meetcha... Danicka?"

Pronounced: duh-Neesh-kuh. With the inflection raising at the end, asking for confirmation that the woman's name wasn't being butchered.

[Lukas]
to Danicka

[Lukas] Come over, Danicka said, which makes Lukas wonder for a moment. He might've asked, but some instinct tells him to leave it be, to wait. He looks at her for another moment, but by then she's turning toward Marrick, and so is he.

Lukas introduces the two; Marrick is pleasant and polite, pleased, very young. Watching her makes Lukas feel faintly ashamed -- not so much, or at least not merely to have lost, but also to be so set on winning. To be so set on competing, on matching himself against this essentially good-intending Cliath of the Furies who so often seemed little more than a girl to him. When I challenge, he said to Dietrich once, unflinchingly honest as ever. When I challenge is always the thought in his mind, not if; when he's worthier, when he's stronger and wiser than he was, when he's more ready than he was, and she is.

He doesn't bother to correct Marrick's pronunciation. He asks, "You want to get a coffee or something and join us, Marrick?"

[Danicka] The first syllable is too heavy, the susurration of the accented c utterly wrong, and there's too much emphasis on the last syllable. Spoken properly, Danicka's name is almost impossible to say without endearment, without softness. It's hard to say it without sounding tender towards the woman herself. She smiles at Marrick, though, and nods to her. Yes, those twinkling, amber-splattered green eyes say, that's exactly it.

In the presence of two Ahrouns, it makes absolutely no difference that Marrick is younger, that she's dressed casually, that she can't hide her feelings. She's a Cliath, and she is, in this sept, recognized as Lukas's superior. Danicka does not make suggestions. She does not indicate pleasure or dissatisfaction with Lukas's invitation to the Fury. Without diminishing her smile or ducking her head or slouching her shoudlers, she carefully and slowly limits her presence. She fades slightly, becomes smaller, with an easy silence that almost seems companionable.

[Marrick] It wasn't quite a lie, it was a softening a blow. Marrick Fisher would, more than likely, never be physically capable of pronouncing Danicka's name right. So, for now, she is completely content to believe that she didn't completely screw her name up. Neither Shadow Lord bothered to correct her. This being said, there was quiet pleasure in new company. Marrick and Lukas never shot the breeze. The extent of their interactions included brief conversations in the doorway of his room that consisted of little more than a few sentences.

The interactions Danicka and Marrick shared were building as they spoke, or rather didn't speak. That started with a look and grew in quiet, avoided blows to an eighteen year old's ego. But, there was a standing invitation. Would she like to get a coffee or something and join them.

"Sure," she replies. "Y'all need anything while I'm up?"

[windyness] ooc:: rckmtl here, is it ok if I lurk a bit?
to cricket, Danicka, Evan McCollach, Lukas, Marrick

[Lukas] (i don't mind, though lurkers should play too! :D)
to cricket, Danicka, Evan McCollach, Marrick, windyness

[Lukas] "I'm fine," Lukas says. "Thanks."

The table he's chosen seats only two, and the spare chair is currently occupied by Lukas's messenger bag. While Marrick goes for coffee or pastries or whatever she might get, Lukas picks the bag up, puts his laptop away, sets it beside his chair and against the window. Then he goes to retrieve a third chair from an adjoining table.

When he returns to his seat, Marrick is just getting to the counter. He speaks quietly to Danicka, "Váš otec je stále ještě v New Yorku?"

[windyness] ooc:: ::g:: not sure if Trace would work so well here. Might consider it anyways, but a little too tired tonight to do much of that whole forming coherent sentences thing.
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[Danicka] "No, thank you," Danicka says a moment after Lukas declines, as though she was waiting for him to answer before she gave her own input.

The smile is still there, even as Marrick walks away. It doesn't fade as the Fury gets to the counter, even though Marrick's eyes are no longer on Danicka. She continues holding back, standing out of the way, as Lukas gets a third chair for the small circular table. The bag she has from Victoria's Secret is actually quite large, compared to the lunchbox-sized ones most commonly seen up and down the Mile. That should be no surprise; to Danicka, VS is low-end. She's going to Michael Kors, she said.

Because there's an eight-hundred-dollar skirt she wants for this fall.

Danicka doesn't sit down. She gives Lukas a small nod, murmurs: "Ano," but does not elaborate. "Měla bych jít."

[Lukas] "Zůstaň," he says, so instantly that anyone could be forgiven for hearing a command there. A beat passes. "Prosím."

Marrick is heading back by now. Lukas's attention stays on Danicka for another second before turning to the other Ahroun.

[Evan McCollach] There were few reasons that Evan would ever visit the Mile. He was not exactly a shop-a-holic and the people that dotted the streets around here seemed to not exactly react very kindly to the rage that brew under the skin. Some people could stand him, some people could feel that beast and not run in fear. Those were few and far between.

But the coffee in the Green was horrible. And he needed something to help him wake up a little more. The earlier run that had him chasing some wyrm-tainted gremlin across the umbra had exausted him a little, coffee would help regain some strength.

And one of the cafe's in the Mile seemed to be just as good as any other. One not so populated by normal people.

[Marrick] She's at the counter. The Fury doesn't fidget, on the contrary, she's standing very... very still. She's thinking, pondering while the person at the counter debates whether or not she's going to hold up the place. The little brunette behind the register tries to rationalize her fears. She tries to think of why on earth this small, blonde creature is so off-putting. She imagines that, possibly, she looks like a girl she went to high school with. The ones that got suspended for fighting, that flipped desked and screamed at teachers.

The girl behind the register pushed the thought out of her mind that, despite the Abercrombie sweatshirt and freckles, the blonde looked feral. Something about Marrick's smile seemed too much like a bearing of her teeth. Something about the customer's gaze was a little too intense to hold for long. Something about her, however, was also undeniably attractive. It was a conflicting message, the physical prowess and general fitness that made her seem so predatory was also part of her alure.

When poor, brunette, underpaid Staci gives Marrick her coffee (decaf, two sugars) and her muffin (the size of Lukas' fist, blueberry), she comes back to the table. Coffee goes down on the table, the muffin stays in her hand, and she takes a seat that gives her a halfway decent view.

Observation was everything.

[Danicka] By the time Marrick returns to the table, Danicka has slide into the chair to the side of the table, leaving the one across from Lukas empty. One bag is slid under the chair's seat, the other taken off her shoulder and draped over the back. By the time that the other Ahroun brings drip coffee and a muffin back with her, Danicka is sitting with her knees together, towards Lukas, one ankle crossed behind the other.

What Marrick misses is not so much that instantaneous order in another language, the secondary word that could be emphasis or warning or any number of things, but Danicka's reaction to it. The first word has more power than the second, for some reason. The first word pulls at her so hard it's almost a wrench, as though he'd reached into her chest, grabbed a hold of something vital, and not so much twisted as just held on.

It doesn't hurt.

She looks at him, and then gives a simple nod, tucking her bags away, removing her sunglasses from the top of her head, and sitting down in the chair that places her between two full moons.

[Lukas] The seat Danicka takes is arguably the worst at the table. It's off to the side, out of the direct flow of conversation. It's in the aisle; people will brush her on their way past. Its back is to the rest of the cafe, and indeed, the store. It's exposed, beset on all sides, vulnerable, uncomfortable.

Lukas is entirely unsurprised that Danicka chooses that one rather than the one across from him.

But it's also closer to him, if only by a little. And by the time Marrick returns, his foot has moved forward a little, the side of it nudging against Danicka's toes. Nothing overt. Nothing particularly meaningful or seductive about it.

Just ... contact.

Lukas smiles when he sees Marrick's choice of muffins. "My favorite," he says. "Amongst muffins, anyway. Amongst bakery goods, I'm going to have to go with candied orange koláče."

And then, nodding out the window, "Isn't that Evan?"

[Evan McCollach] His eyes were a little red tonight as it seemed that even his kind could get tired now and again. And coffee was just the order of the night. He didn't seem to notice the pair of trueborn as he passed by their window, nor as he made his way in those doors. However as he moved to the counter just as it seemed that poor little Staci had finally recovered from the previous customer that had nearly scared her into a coma.

And it seemed that she was not yet out of the woods. Evan was by no means a monster that called up memories of monsters that would sneak around in the darkness of night nor lay in wait under your bed until you slept. He didn't seem to be like one of those trouble-makers that caused more headaches for the school administrators. Not in these clothes, dressed in Ralph Lauren polo and a pair of dockers. But there was something that still did not sit right in the little girl's mind.

And the quicker he order, the quicker she was able to get rid of him.

But it was that same rage that seemed to make him stop just after he got his coffee. That made him crinkle his nose as if he could smell it in the air, turn his head and notice the pair of ahrouns. Offering the trio a smile and heading over to their table.

"Good evening. Small world isn't it?"

[Marrick] Marrick Fisher knows what a koláče is. The entire mention of one makes her perk up.

"There's a town in Oklahoma that started out as a Czech setlement, an' now they have this whole koláče festival every year... well, it's more like a small town carnival than a festival, but there's a lotta baked goods. And candied orange anything sounds freakin' awesome, I'd like t'try that sometime."

Let it be noted, briefly, that Marrick comes very, very close to pronouncing koláče correctly. Or, as close as a non-Czech-speaking Okie can get to pronouncing it correctly. Isn't that Evan?

She looked and she watched as the redhead passed by. She studies the male, and then gives a solid nod once she determines that, yes, this is Evan. The ahroun takes a bite of her muffin, and by the time she finishes chewing and swallows, he's there. She smiles, and gives him half a wave- it's little more than a raise of her hand and half an upward nod.

Small world, isn't it?
"It's a small world, but I wouldn't want t'paint it," she tells him. "How're ya holdin' up?"

[Danicka] Of course she takes the worst seat, the most exposed, the one of least honor. Of course she takes the one that will be bumped, rather than leaving it open for one of two intense, furious Ahrouns to whip around and throat a clumsy passerby. Danicka's knees are pointed at Lukas, which means her feet are actually angled towards Marrick when the teenager sits with them, but his foot crosses the extra few inches of distance and nudges against her own.

Without looking at him as the Black Fury comes back, she uncrosses her ankles and sits with her feet flat instead, knees still together, one foot turned slightly outward, not encouraging further contact but reinforcing what is already there. Call and return. Question and answer.

"I'm partial to cranberry," she says, on the subject of muffins, with a slightly detached air that seems more like nervousness than boredom. But there's Evan. She looks up and smiles. It's been ages since she tried suggesting gifts he could give to his mate as he and Lee and Danicka sat around a table not unlike this one. This table looks more and more odd the more people sit down at it. Marrick is still most definitely the most of out place, as far as appearances go.

Fuck appearances. They all know they're sitting at a table with the Alpha of the Unbroken Circle, the Ahroun Elder and Beta of La Familia, and the Philodox Elder and Beta of Eagle's Chosen. That's what matters. Danicka knows she's sitting at a table with two Full Moons and one far more tolerable presence. Her hands are folded on top of the table's surface. She looks from Evan to Marrick, her eyebrows quirking slightly. "I could make you some. There's a trick to the filling, but if you want to try them, it's no trouble."

[Lukas] "Evan." In a few things, Lukas is almost as openly expressive as Marrick. This is one of them. There's no mistaking the pleasure in his tone. Whatever Evan did,

(Evan and Danicka know very well what Evan did)

it apparently earned him a permanent place in Lukas's good book. He gets up to haul another chair over: four stuffed around a tiny table barely large enough for two now. When he sits down, he reestablishes contact.

And he kids, lightly, "How are things down in the no-fly zone?"

[Lukas] (alert! i am going home in ten min. and i am going straight to bed. so in ten min, lukas is gonna turn into a conversational pumpkin. *LOL*)

[Danicka] [Yeah, steal my thunder, Damon. Fuck you.]

[Evan McCollach] He nods in return to Marrick's greeting. The Okie girl seemed to be just as vibrant as she did the moment she earned her position as Ahroun Elder. It was odd to think that one of such youth, such life held a beast that snarled to life and fought to death and beyond.

"I am doing fine, a little tired it seems as I am getting old."

He was also twenty-two, and even though that was nothing in the human world. For them, for garou, that was close to being ancient, especially how young he had made his first change. To live to his age was a miracle to some. Turning to the other one whose rage seemed to eclipse his own as well, he nodded.

"As for my place. Well seems its only limited air space now, very limited. But more open if your respectful. I wouldn't go throwing any parties over it however. And yourselves?"

He looked back to the the only one who was not so much a threat. Smiling to her, but not that toothy smile that seemed to scare so many. One that called up memories of the long forgotten passed. However he did not call her by name, becuase for the moment it seemed that he may just well have forgotten it. It was something difficult and unusual, something with a D but he wouldn't insult her by screwing it up. So yes he just smiled and nodded to her.

[Lukas] (ok folks -- time for me to go home! Lukas will hang out for a while, and then go back to his book or buy it and leave. thanks for the play, and sorry i'm ducking out early!)