to AnneMarie Hoch, Maya Nevskaja
[AnneMarie Hoch] Patrols. Endless, forever, constant. She had not returned to the packhouse last night, after she had followed her anger out the door. She knows that her ire was noted, and she also has noted that no one has asked about it either. She is on her own to work through it, and that is precisely how she likes it.
And while doing so, she continues to do her duty, as she always has. Long strides carry lean form through the streets, where her elegance is at direct contrast with the monster that rides so closely under her skin. Her hands are tucked into the pockets of her slacks, her silken camisole clinging to slender form as she moves, the heels of her boots clicking against the cement with every stride. She is an imposing figure – 5’11” without the heels, and the fury resting just under her calm demeanor has a opening around her. There is nothing to impede her path.
[Maya Nevskaja] (JAMIE!!! Like, OMG and stuff. *grins* I’m crashing just cuz.)
to AnneMarie Hoch, Nightmare Creatures
[Nightmare Creatures] (Eeeeexcellent.)
to AnneMarie Hoch, Maya Nevskaja
[Nightmare Creatures] (I’m going to let you post yourself in before I do anything, aight Jac?)
to AnneMarie Hoch, Maya Nevskaja
[Maya Nevskaja] Maya has an uncanny ability.
She has the ability of simply ‘popping up’ in places, where she is neither expected nor frequently — wanted. But as tends to be the case with life in general, it rarely gives you what you desire, and frequently casts you what you least expect, or usually, want.
So at some point, Anne Marie will note that the shadows untangle a growingly familiar figure. The Godi in her simple eccentricity, waiting there as though she’d timed herself to join the Modi in her gloomy patrol, her fingers dancing over and over a small hourglass timer on a chain, catching the moonlight, her ebony hair pulled back into a low ponytail, strands resting in the smooth pale hollow where throat met collarbone.
Sometimes, words are a hindrance to a deeper conversation.
Maya tilts her head, a smile curls the edge of her mouth.
Company?, is queried with the motion.
[Nightmare Creatures] Some nights, patrols run by without event, without disquiet. Those nights in these end times are an agreed-upon rarity, yet tonight, there has been little worth raising an eyebrow over. The Green is carrying on in its usual manner: loudly. It is a Friday night, and a Friday night means that there are parties, there are bodies milling about, there is music and fighting and laughter. After a blistering hot day the night is cool, and the denizens of this neglected section of town are celebrating.
They are blissfully ignorant.
Two women, contrasting in appearance yet complementary in demeanor, converge upon a sidewalk. Words are assumed to offer up a hindrance, and in this case, this assumption appears to be–sounds–correct. In the space where speech ought to be, in the distance from the last house blasting the air of youth, vigor, and gangster rap, there comes another noise, some other form of communication.
Chewing. Voracious, animalistic chewing.
[AnneMarie Hoch] She has a habit of appearing, whether or not she is wanted. AnneMarie makes no indication of either, once the familiar pull between her shoulderblades alerted her that pack is near solidifies into the newest (Yet outranking her, as well) member of the Eagles. There is something to be said about AnneMarie when it comes to pack. There are none so loyal then she, despite the fact that others might find things to be pissy about. Such as the fact she is still a cub, though she is the longest standing member of the Pack as it remains. Such as the fact that others were not put through the rigorous hoops that she was before being accepted – many of whom have now since left. The fact that she is likely considered omega, despite all she has put into this Pack, the loyalty and honor with which she has placed SIlence as Alpha in heart, soul and mind.
Some would be bitter.
She controls her bitterness with grace, as her namesake implies.
Maya makes the gesture, and a silent one is made in return. A lift of her chin, pointing toward the way before them, a wordless, practically non-existent accepting of her company.
It is then that the noise appears, that there is something writhing underneath the normal hustle and bustle of the Green on a Friday night. An arched brow, and wordless suggestion, as AnneMarie turns in that direction.
[Maya Nevskaja] Ignorance is blissful.
AnneMarie is bitterly graceful.
And Maya… well, Maya was neither thing, she was something altogether different. But enough time spent dwelling on what anything was or was not for there were sounds coming from a distance. A sound that did not precisely — belong. A dark eyebrow rose, a shared glance and as one the two female Garou move toward the sound.
The Godi’s lungs expand, she takes in a deep breath of Chicago — expels it, and the curl that had tilted her mouth into a becoming smile so quickly shades to a degree of displeasure. It did not take a genius to tell that something was wrong, the air itself seemed to worry at it and the Godi’s fingers were no longer toying with her chain.
Time had ceased, now dangling from her fingers.
[Nightmare Creatures] A pair of eyes head in the direction of the inhuman sound, and the strains of glottal attempts to fit air and solids down the same tubing lead their shared gaze towards an 8-foot alleyway between a darkened flower shop and what used to be a diner, now advertising space for rent with a red-and-white sign affixed to the dusty pane glass window with yellowing Scotch tape.
The wind, cooled with the influence of the southwestward distribution of Lake Michigan’s lower temperature, carries with it a scent, two of them, mingling together in a union the two women know well enough.
The first odor is of tangy copper.
The second is unholy, foul, without measure, without means of removing from memory.
There is something there, something touched by the Wyrm. That’s the only explanation for the pungent odor, the one that causes the hairs on the back of the neck to pop upright at full attention, to cause the skin to crawl as if it has attained a life of its own.
There is a snarling, a snapping of jaws, two sets at once, and the mastication continues.
[AnneMarie Hoch] There is no mistaking the scent, or the reaction that slides through her system, tightening at the base of her spine, ratcheting awareness into a high alert that few can every hope to attain but those born and bred for battle, for war.
‘Grandmother,’ she asked once when she was still a child, through sign. ‘What happens when we win the war? What will I be then?’ Grandmother had no answer, and replied as she always did. ‘Ruhiger.’ It is all she ever was, every can be. Silent. Calm.
She separates herself slightly from her companion, so they as a pair cover the width of the alley. Her hands come from her pockets, and she inhales deeply, pale gaze piercing through the darkness with the sudden glow of silver as she activates her bracelet [nyx’s bangle]. The rest of her fades from sight – but for her companion, who can feel her through shared Eagle bond.
And she moves steadily closer, shifting under the cover of darkness, both in the alley, and the magic which cloaks her. Claws drag across the alley floor, sharpening to razor perfection…
The mule, silent and hidden, the Modi, the still cub – ready to fight.
[Maya Nevskaja] It is a wretched odor indeed.
That of the Wyrm, of something so tainted that it is beyond even her means to heal, you cannot cleanse what does not seek to want it. Maya has no need to look at AnneMarie, and their spacing from one another is instinctual, pack mentality is to close off all means of escape to your prey.
Hunting tactics that trace back like footprints to the first of their kind, markings left in sands of time. She was not made for true combat, Storms Eye, she was too small, too important to the aftermath of the battle for true warfare — but still, her skin felt that tightening, the roll of her belly, the constricting of her very marrow — the beast called to her to change, and she obeyed that siren song, her shadow morphing, becoming something less than human.
Something more.
Tainted, it is more a snarl across the link, a recognition of pure hatred, a shared feeling of pure need — to kill, to rip and destroy the threat.
[Nightmare Creatures] Within that alleyway, with nearby streetlights offering up marginal illumination–the one the two women had been standing beneath has been shot out, the thick plastic cover shattered in a star pattern while the bulb at the heart of it no longer exists–and the moon turned to a sliver, there is only a hint of what lies inside. That hint goes thusly: a body. Fallen. Human. No longer alive, not by the looks of it, not considering the fact that it lies still on the floor of the alleyway while three drooling, snarling, emaciated wolves tear at the flesh as if they have not eaten in weeks, as if this is the last meal they will ever have.
Those wolves are the source of the foul scent, the horrible feeling. They have ripped at the body without looking up, intestines filled, skin pulled away, muscle torn; there is little left by the time the two Eagles emerge at the alleyway’s mouth, the glistening of periosteum and saliva-slickened teeth reflecting back what little light there is to be had.
A pair of eyes come out of the darkness, and the largest of the three wolves looks up at its dinner to regard that sight coming at it. A low growl sounds deep within its body, and the two smaller creatures pull their attention away from their meal to peer into the darkness.
Whatever is attached to the eyes, and its companion, appear to be far more interesting than what they’d just been working on.
[AnneMarie Hoch] Within the cover of darkness, crinos lips slide into a snarl as the confirmation comes across the Totem phone, a whisper of wings that say the hated diagnosis…. tainted…
There is no hesitation then, as she steps forward, the ability to resist whatever pain will come sliding over her as a second nature. She wasts no time. The leader watches, the largest of the three, and warns them off his dinner. She is ever silent, there is nothing to betray movement but for the silvered gaze that locks upon the tainted wolf.
The distance closed – and Ruhiger, Fenrir Modi, strikes.
[Maya Nevskaja] (waa. I’m really sorry guys but I’m going to have to go. My friends have just rocked up to my place unannounced. *dies* Please feel free to NPC Maya, Lessa. I’m sorry! I really wanted to play. *grumps*)
to AnneMarie Hoch, Nightmare Creatures, snail
[Nightmare Creatures] ( :( Have fun, Jac!)
to AnneMarie Hoch, Maya Nevskaja, snail
[AnneMarie Hoch] (GASP! Jacqui! for shame!
Have fun! erm. I’ll try not to get her kilt. *L*)
to Maya Nevskaja, Nightmare Creatures, snail
[AnneMarie Hoch] Maya hangs back, before following wordless command to circle round and attack from the rear.
(Because Lessa hates NPCing other folks chars.)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (+7)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Nightmare Creatures] Inits!
Wolf 1, +5
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (11)
[Nightmare Creatures] The large wolf, the one who is her target, is the only one to move to strike; the others simply hang back, their hackles raised, waiting to see what happens.
(Swipe.)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (dropping 3 rage, 4 claw.
Rolling first claw)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[AnneMarie Hoch] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Rolling swipe.)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Dam.)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (Claw 2 of 4)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Soak.)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 6, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (Claw 3 of 4)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 2, 6, 6, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (dam)
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Soak.)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (Claw 4 of 4)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[AnneMarie Hoch] (Dam)
Dice Rolled:[ 16 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 9 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Soak.)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 8, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (DOWN GOES FRAZIER.)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (I should hope so – or I get worried! wrap up the round, darlin!)
[Evam McCollach] (Awww is AM beating up another cross-dresser and his/her pimp? *laughs*)
to AnneMarie Hoch, Nightmare Creatures, snail
[snail] (evam, eh? is that his new name, now that he’s fostern? *GRIN*)
to AnneMarie Hoch, Evam McCollach, Nightmare Creatures
[AnneMarie Hoch] (Nope. tainted wolf thingys. And least she can type her name right, Evam! *Grins*)
to Evam McCollach, Nightmare Creatures, snail
[Nightmare Creatures] AnneMarie’s claws prove to fall fast and true–the caught off-guard wolf has little chance of protecting itself when the much larger Fenrir is upon it, and it falls under the mighty attack of the Modi. Its packmates are suddenly at alert, their ears laid back and their teeth bared at the foe they cannot see. One of them begins to change, its musculature stretching and thickening, and the other, the smaller of the two, continues to growl.
(New inits., +5)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Failure at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (+7)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Nightmare Creatures] (10)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (Damn. *L*)
[Evam McCollach] (Ack!)
to AnneMarie Hoch, Nightmare Creatures, snail
[AnneMarie Hoch] (1 rage – 2 claw)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Reflexive: shift, 1 rage – 2 claws.)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Claw 1.)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Dam.)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 4, 7, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Claw 2.)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (claw 1)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (…….that sucked. Claw 2.
(If i fail this one – then it’ll be CLEAR who my bad luck charm is! *L*)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 5, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[AnneMarie Hoch] (Better. Dam)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Soak.)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Evan McCollach] (*just looks down*)
to AnneMarie Hoch, Nightmare Creatures, snail
[AnneMarie Hoch] (*L* oh dear. That round sucked monkey balls.)
[Nightmare Creatures] Claws fly, one set of them blindly, yet no blood is shed. It is a miraculous occurrence, that neither the Fenrir or the tainted wolf receive any injuries during the exchange. That war wolf growls a ferocious growl from somewhere deep within its chest.
(Inits, +5)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (8)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (+7)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[AnneMarie Hoch] (14)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Spend 1 rage, 2 swipes.)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (1 rage – 2 claw)
(Claw 1)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (dam)
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Soak.)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Swipe 1.)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Dam.)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (swipe 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (dam)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 5, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Soak.)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Ugh, my dad just farted in front of my fan…)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (…thanks for sharin. *L*)
[Nightmare Creatures] Gore drips from the Crinos wolf, gore and blood, and the pain and sight of its own blood only serves to enrage the creature. It looks at AnneMarie–or, rather, where it thinks she is–with a glistening menace in its eyes, and prepares to bite.
(Inits, +5)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Okay, apparently I had another swipe. I care not. *L*)
[AnneMarie Hoch] 7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[AnneMarie Hoch] (15)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Bite.)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (1 rage – 2 claw)
(Rolling first claw)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 5, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (dam)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Soak.)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Bite.)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Dam.)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (…)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (2nd claw)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 5, 7, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (dam)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Soak.)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (bangs head, laughs – who knew my first round would be the best.)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Well… you was fighting a Lupus…)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Inits +5)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (10)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (Well then – let’s DO THIS! *RARSMASH!*)
+7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[AnneMarie Hoch] ((11)
[Nightmare Creatures] (1 rage, 2 swipes)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (1 rage 2 claw. Going for the kill on the incap, and then the final beasty who’s been patiently waiting to chew my ass.)
(claw 1)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[AnneMarie Hoch] (dam)
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Soak.)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 5, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Claw 1.)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 5, 5, 7, 8, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Dam.)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (claw 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (dam)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Soak.)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Claw 2.)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] (Dam.)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (*clears throat* Ahem. Ya’ll could jump in anytime…. specially as that just dropped her ass with 7agg.)
to Evan McCollach, Nightmare Creatures, snail
[AnneMarie Hoch]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Nightmare Creatures] The pair wind up in a bit of a stand off, each firing away at the other hoping that some end will come eventually. And it does. AnneMarie’s claws sever an artery in the other wolf’s neck, giving the creature time to lay one last blow on the Modi before it, too, drops to the ground, blood spewing from its body like a fountain. It falls, hard, and then does not move.
Its companion, a wolf now without a pack, is about to descent upon the fallen Ruhiger when sirens sound out. Whether someone saw something, or whether it is heading elsewhere, is not a concern of the picky eater at the moment. Its concern is vacating the area before the Modi’s pack shows up, before it is grossly outnumbered and torn apart. The lone wolf turns on its heels, and lopes to the end of the alleyway before disappearing around a corner and into the night.
[AnneMarie Hoch] Battle in the time it takes to rapidly blink one’s eyes. She had gone in, without pause, as is her blood, her moon, her way. She had struck true more then once, she had missed on occasion, and been distracted. She had hit again – and together they fall.
Two of the enemy dead.
One running like the cowardly Wyrm Tainted bastard he is.
One Fenrir wounded, lingering just shy of calling Vahalla home.
Her pack will have felt the effects of battle on one of their own. They would have felt her fall. Just as they feel her deathgrip on the last tendril of life. Now all that remains is if any are close enough to run cleanup, and pickup.
As for Ruhiger, and calls for her should they come – she answers none.
[Nightmare Creatures] (My work here is done! I gotta work tomorrow morning, I’ll see you kids later!)
to AnneMarie Hoch, Evan McCollach, snail
[Evan McCollach] (Ack, this shows me not to shower while watching a scene)
to AnneMarie Hoch, Nightmare Creatures, snail
[AnneMarie Hoch] (*LOL* – yup, clean up on aisle three!)
to Evan McCollach, snail
[Evan McCollach] He could feel it, the building tension that was shared over the link to Eagle, the struggle and then the finale. But it was a bit of a difficult task to find out where. He didn’t risk trying to find out by directly asking, that would have been a distraction that could have thrown off the well-working mechanism of a Get Modi. He had to feel it out.
And as he hunted down his fellow packmate, looking to see wherever this battle took place. He seemed to have stumbled into the battleground. The blood and gore from a battle seemed to splattered there across the ground. And there also lay AM, covered and blood.
[AnneMarie Hoch] Unmoving, with breath barely lifting crinos chest, she is splayed across the alleyway, the fallen war wolves dead under and next to her. There are footsteps for a third, that has apparently turned tail and run. And there, in the midst of the gore, is what started it all – a body, mostly eaten by those struck down by Ruhiger’s claw.
[Evan McCollach] He looked down on the bodies of the fallen creatures that were slayed by the war machine that was known as Ruhiger. But for the first time since he has ever known her, she was still, wounded and slowing his breathing. But at least she was breathing. And that would go a great deal.
“Aww… just.. AM.. can you hear me? Hello?”
He looked over the form of the laying creature, looking around to see if anyone else was left around, anyone waiting to ambush him should this prove a trap. But back to the warrior laying there. He looked over the claw marks, the deep gashes and wounds, seeing what was worse, what needed tending to first. He ripped his shirt, abling him to
create some cloth strips to slow the bleeding for now.
He looked to see the major area, the neck, the chest, the head. If any lacerations were there or organs exposed. He would need to heal those areas up before heading on. And where the worst possible wound would be, he focused on, laying his hands on her. One good thign about this was she would be unable to stop him for healing her.
And as he poured his gnosis into the healing touch, he also poured a part of himself. Trying to will her body to knit itself together.
(Used diff 6, Diff is Rage)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]
[Evan McCollach] (2 levels damage healed)
[AnneMarie Hoch] He presses on the wounds, checks and sees the worst of them, her bowels outside, where they should be in, blood and gore spread hither and yawn – most of it belonging to the enemy, a good deal of it her own. Hands press tight and she is unable to push him away as she had so many times before.
She is Fenrir. Unless she is dead it is just a scratch – or so she would have him believe. This time, there is no resistance, ans bone, muscle, gashes, wounds all begin to knit, to reform, to meld back together in a gruesome display that is almost as gag inducing as the inflicting of the same wounds.
Her breathing deepens – and then she inhales sharply, chest lifting into his touch, reflex sending her hand fling up to wrap around his neck to squeeze just a split second before her eyes fly open, and she sees who it is. A moment. Two. And she releases him, and sits up with a silent groan.
She checks for what wounds remain, and soon enough sees that what remains can be safely classified as a scratch – to a Fenrir. With effort, she pulls herself to a crouch, to survey the damage first, to seek out the direction of the runner second, and then, with some relief that she’d never admit too – shift down to homid, third.
A swipe of her hand across her face, long slender fingers wiping in an attempt to clean away the blood, succeeding only in smearing it farther. A lift of her chin. Thanks. One got away.
And if he thinks that galls her – he’d be right.
((actually 5 levels. Heh. Diff being current rage, of which she’s got next to nada. *L*))
[Evan McCollach] He looked back around and towards where AM does. The one that seemed to get away and it seemed to irk out Ruhiger a great deal. But when she wasn’t irked from dealing with Wyrm creatures escaping would probably be the day they put her into the ground.
However as much as she tries to pass it off as it being nothing more than a few simple wounds, he continues to monitor her action and those areas that he was unable to patch up or at least slow down. It would take some time, but at least she would be alive.
“Where did they come from? What were they after?”
[AnneMarie Hoch] She knows that he watches for any other wounds, and that would probably irk her too if she thought long on it. But she doesn’t. In fact, instead, she pushes to a stand, and goes about determinedly straightening her camisole, smoothing her blood soaked slacks over her hips. Even now, she has an timeless grace about her movements, a grace that speaks of the speed by which she can move, the control she prides herself in. The worst of the wounds left, aside from cuts and scratches, are now hidden – a long set of gashes across her outer thigh, the blood of which seeps slowly into clothing already drenched.
she pushes one of the fallen aside, and nods down to the remains of the body beneath. Came across them eating. Maya was with me, she was to come around… It is then that their packmate calles, and confirms the death of the runaway, and her uninjured state. AnneMarie nods. and has succeeded in dispatching the runaway. As for the rest, I didn’t stop to ask.
If she did, as close to death as he had found her – she would not have survived. Hesitation is death. She bends down, pries open the jaw of the first foe, and with a grunt of effort, removes a large canine tooth. From the second, she removes from him a claw. The Godi can take her own trophies from the third.
[Evan McCollach] He watches the stubborn woman seemed to move once again, and even in her worst form, she was far more graceful than he was. It would have been a sad sight, if it wasn’t for the fact that her life was spent in the training to be such a effective warrior. From brith to inevitable death she would be a warrior to teh last. And in that she did outrank him in the pack, that was how the Eagles worked.
And as Maya calls out about the one that was trying to get away and the runaway, the kill she took, he listens. It seemed that he had joined the party a bit late. However there was always another one ready to spring up sooner or later. They always did.
“Seems that I have a tendency to miss out on the fun.”
[AnneMarie Hoch] There’s a slight curl of her lips. Might have been a smirk. Might not. She instead, gestures to the area, and the trophies she took. I’ll let you cleanse, if it will make you feel a part of it. Humor, in the wake of rage completely spent. It’s a rarity, and also delivered without jovial grins that others might have. But it exists, for those who know her well enough to see it.
I’ll set a dumpster fire when it is finished.
[Evan McCollach] He looked around and then back to the mess that was the battle that was taken to the Wrym as they ate. Kind of an entertainment portion for a feast, however it was the Wyrm that was the victim. There will be others times for Evan to enjoy the battle, but there was still work to be done with this.
“Well I will need to get myself some of my supplies, but I will take care of the cleansing.”
[AnneMarie Hoch] She lifts a chin, and then moves to start grabbing the bodies to heave them up and into the nearest dumpster. Then you should do that. Before someone takes notice of the ruckus.
The longer they wait, the more apt they are to be discovered. She works methodically, piece by piece, step by step to get everything into the dumpster, into a single place to be cleansed.
[Evan McCollach] He seems to take a small departure from the group for a little while, he needed to head back to get some of the items that he kept with him over time where the packhouse was, the dockhouse or even his apartment. He seemed to have multiple backpacks where he kept a few items that he might need.
When he returned he had one of the black backpacks slung over his right shoulder, it didn’t take him very long as he moved quickly. And if anything was left out of the dumpster that needed to be put in, he would help to put them in.
“Would you happen to be able to create a bit of fire for me, when I ask for it.”
He could have used other methods of creating the necessary fire, but he would rather it be as close to Gaia as possible. For the items already in the bag where gathered by himself and he did his best to keep anything or anyone else from touching it. He started to take out some of the items, water in a jar that was bottled from springs that were clean from wyrm taint, a branch of pine and another of willow, among othet things.
[AnneMarie Hoch] He may not have been gone long, but she had finished the cleaning up of the area in that time. When he returns, for a split second, just one, he’ll find her crouched, one forearm resting on uninjured thigh, her head hanging, the other hand wrapped around the tooth and claw removed from the kill. The area is still blood spattered, but she will finish that after the cleansing of all taint. And for that moment, with her guard down, with no pack but the one rounding the corner – he will catch a glimpse of exhaustion, perhaps. Maybe pain.
But then she hears his foot fall, and she is upright in a smooth seamless move. The previous sight could easily be dismissed as an illusion. It is certain she’d never admit to needing that moment of respite, of rest, before he returned. In fact, as far as she’s concerned – she was picking up something. That’s all.
She tosses what looks to be a humanish foot into the dumpster, the last of which she needed to grab. At his question, she nods her reply. That is how she intended to start the dumpster afire in the first place. As well as how she planned to put it out, afterwards.
Silent, she awaits his request, watching as he gathers his things together.
[Evan McCollach] “I rarely like doing this in the city, as it requires us to be in our war form and we will need to howl out, but if we need to do it here. We will need to start of low and then grow and grow until we are howling.”
He knew that this had to be done, even if he didn’t like. And as he started to prepare he laid a bit of garbage and other flammable items in the middle of the area. After it seemed that he would open up the bottle. measuring our enough water that would be bale to create a cirlce around the area that needed to be cleansed. He also set the two branches of pine and willow at the northern most point of the cirlce, as close to North as he could gather.
He looked over the area and after it seemed that there was no one in the area, he started to pick up a knife, pricking his finger so that he could mix his blood with that of the water, at the four points of the compass.
[AnneMarie Hoch] We need to howl he says, and she just stares at him for a long moment, waiting for him to get the joke in that statement. Her own cleansing ritual had to be adapted for her deformity. Even so, she can’t help the little twitch at the corner of her lips at his words. Amused, indeed.
She watches, and waits for word to set the flammable objects on fire.
[Evan McCollach] He had memorized the ritual by rote and after a few moments he thought about it. He looked over at her and as her lips twitched he just shook his head.
“Oh yeah ha ha very funny, the jokes on me then huh?”
AM and Decker deserved each other it seemed, he would grunt and she would just stand there, his ritual was based on howling until the very touch of the wyrm could no longer stand it.
“Fine you just stand there.”
He pushed up through his forms until he was in his war form. It was a bit risky, but in this area, it seemed that no one would ever look on anyone after the sun went down. He then grabbed the two branches and nodded to AM to light the fire in the middle of the circle.
[AnneMarie Hoch]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Evan McCollach] (Oh damn, that just sucks)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (…..crap. *L* *Tries again*)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[snail] (that was a botch, baby. i think it should blow up in your face. :D)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (THERE! *L*)
The briefest of smiles – gone before fully realized. It was probably a trick of the light. So she stands there, instead, until he directs her attention to the pile of things in the center of the circle, and with a moment’s concentration…
…nothing happens. At least not to the papers, but she has to take a moment to smother the flame set to her camisole, leaving behind the scent of charred flesh and silk.
And a pissed off Modi.
This time, she glares at the pile, and perhaps beats it into submission. A small flame at first, but it grows quickly enough with the fuel available to it. AnneMarie crosses her arms over her chest, all amusement now gone, the scowl written across pale gaze – though her expression is carefully schooled and blank.
((*L* give me some credit darlin.)
[snail] (LOL)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (see what happens when she actually smiles? All hell breaks lose. HARUMPH> that’s it. all scowls all the time from now on!)
[Evan McCollach] He looks at her as the gathered flame seems to set her camisole on fire for a second and then her body. He would have moved towards her, but she might have set him on fire instead if he did anything. And that would just suck.
After a few moments she tries again and it seems that the fire was set. The ritual had begun. The fire started to grow and strengthen, like the sun’s awakening from slumber under the horizon. And he steps foward, slowly, his body low to the ground, almost in a crouch, the branch of pine gripped in his left, the willow in his right. And as the pair of branches start to catch fire he returns to the outer part of the circle. He stays low, his body down to teh ground, his arms crossed and the branches crossed as well. His maw hissing and slightly grumbling as he moves from North to the West. As he walks around the cirlce, his body expands, moving from a crouch, the branches seperated and held by his sides. His volume gets louder, his body language gets more violent, shaking more. The fire flaring up more as he moves. And as he gets to the Southern point, he is standing almost completely erect, the branches held at 90 degrees from his body, when he reaches the point. And as he starts moving beyond the point he starts to thrash more, his body directed to the center. Growling at an invisible spectre in the middle, threating to kill it. He reaches the East and his body is a violent storm of action, his howls louder and louder, teeth bared and ready anger of the creature in the middle. And by the Northern point once again his body is spread outward, the branches held aloft and out, the flames cuaght in the wind as he waves it around, his body a message of violence towards the middle ghost of what is to be. And As his howl reaches it pitch, as the ritual comes to an end, he throws the branches down into the middle back into the fire now that seems to had died down. His body once again the Evan that they expect, The form of a peaceful child of Gaia standing over the bloody mess.
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 7) [WP]
[AnneMarie Hoch] She watches the entirety of the ritual, unmoving, silent. If the burns hurt, or add to the pain of her other remaining injuries, she doesn’t let on. Her jaw is clenched tight, the muscle jumping at the corner of her jaw in time with her irritation.
When Evan has finished, she waits for his nod, and instead of risking it again, she gathers up an ember from the fire that remains, and tosses it into the dumpster to consume all the rest of the remains. The claw and tooth she tucks into her pocket, before she folds the remains of her shirt over her charred flesh and crosses her arms again.
All in all, she’s had quite the shitty night.
[Evan McCollach] He shifts back down after nodding that the ritual had concluded, but now it seemed that his spiritual self seemed a bit drained. He was drained from healing AM and then cleansing the area. It really stressed his spiritual energy.
“Well I believe that the area is now clear of wyrm corruption, for the time. I am sorry again for talking about the howling out during the ritual. That is how I learned it from my home sept.”
[AnneMarie Hoch] Don’t worry about it. I was amused. Until I set my ass on fire. Which had nothing to do with him, but her own exhaustion – something that she won’t admit too, even if it can be seen in the way she moves, despite how hard she works to conceal it.
She watches the flames rise and consume everything possible in the dumpster, before flipping the metal lid closed. It will burn itself out when there is no longer anything left to burn.
She takes another look around, and nods. I need to change before I finish my patrol. She nods her head in the direction of the office building, and it is unspoken that he is free to join her for the walk, but understood in the slight gesture of a hand, before she moves deeper into the alley, so that she can stay as out of sight as possible on the way. Walking around burned and covered with blood is simply not done. Even in the Green.
[Evan McCollach] He watched her as she shuts the metal dumpster as the fire continued to roll on. It seemed that she was not so happy about the fact that she did set herself on fire, but then again she would barely show any sign of emotion. And then he moved on with her as she started back on her patrol, even though she was covered in blood and some charred flesh. He stayed a bit silent as they continued on the office run.
[AnneMarie Hoch] She doesn’t take the long way around. To do so as depleted as she is, and in her state of dissary, it would be stupid. She is silent for a time, before she glances at him. He’s never quiet this long. Something on your mind, Evan?
[Evan McCollach] He looked at her as she seemed to question him about his own mental state. He was fine, it was not his mental state he was pondering.
“I am fine, is there something bothering you?”
There definately was, the question would be if she was willing to talk about it.
[AnneMarie Hoch] There’s a quirk of a brow. Then silence, for the space of half a block’s walk or so. Finally. Nothing more then the usual. I am Modi. And those fuckers should have fallen easier. AND I set my own ass on fire. It would seem that this is simply not my week.
A bandaid answer for an aggravated wound, most likely.
[Evan McCollach] (This would be a horrible, yet funny point to tell her he made Fostern. She couldn’t really kill him at this moment. Maybe the safest time to do so *laughs*)
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[AnneMarie Hoch] (I was expecting it. *L* She’s outa rage, and clearly not in top form. I fully expected you to take this opportunity! *L*
Of course, she will be calling him names. *L*)
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[Evan McCollach] He watched her as she seemed to actually say what was on her mind, maybe a sliver of a show of what lay beneath. But that was all that for the moment.
“Everyone makes mistakes, fails at points. If not there would be no corruption, no falling to the wyrm, no need to fight this war. But as long as you learn from it, that is hat matters.”
He looked around again and then back to her.
“How did the visit to the other Sept go?”
[AnneMarie Hoch] There is a snide comment sliding around the edge of her mind, but she puts no mental voice to it. It simply remains there, of lessons already learned, and her standing as a direct result of it. She doesn’t look at him this time, simply continues the steady pace toward the kinhouse, where she can change.
It was a moot. It was what it was.
It is then she looks at him again, as that was a leading question if she’d ever heard one.
[Evan McCollach] “Did they agree to come and help watch over the spirit? Reclaim their land again?”
Yeah he was leading her into another question, maybe something else too. But he wasn’t sure if he would actually come out with it. It seemed that her week was just awful and would probably only get worse when he announced his success.
[Maya Nevskaja] Ruhiger.
Weak at first, the soft tugging of a voice across the link, and then growing in strength, as though the Godi had spoken without intent to at first, and then stirred at the realization. It took adjustment, having this capacity for speech without speech, a sweep like that of a curtain, drawing it back to access another’s mind.
I am at the office. I have delivered the tainted its last breath.
[AnneMarie Hoch] Ask Silence.
She doesn’t say why. Or suggest that she may not have been privy to that information for reasons unknown. Instead she answers Maya. We are almost there. Are you wounded?
And then, she glances at Evan once again – this look longer, intent, and scrutinizing. And then, as they round the last corner toward the office building, it is as if a curtain is pulled over her gaze, drawn tight to hide anything within. Her spine tightens, her body tenses. She knew why he attended a separate moot. She is far from an idiot. Congratulations. The word is tight. Clipped. even mentally one can tell she’s practically biting off her tongue. So to speak.
[AnneMarie Hoch] ((btw – “Ask silence” is lessa code for “oh hey, I totally forgot about that, DID we find out anything?” *L*))
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[Evan McCollach] He looks about as it seemed that the Moot went well enough, she didn’t say anything along the lines of killing anything or turning away from the Sept. And then AM talks ov er the link to Maya about her own kill. It seemed that they both had eventful nights.
And then she tenses up. And it seemed that she was already onto it.
Thank you.
[Maya Nevskaja] You can almost envision the lift of the dark eyed woman’s chin, the line of her mouth drawn into a feral expression of pleasure. Nothing worthy of concern, and you, do you require healing?
Maya stands over a collection of bones, bloodied and torn from the carcass of the war-wolf she’d brought low, her fingers are covered in its blood, it stains her cheeks and when she crouches low over the remains, she balances her weight deftly with one hand splayed to the ground beside her.
This is how her pack-mates find her, divulging the bones of any tainted meat so that she may turn them to use for the pack.
[snail] (OOC, we have no idea what’s going on there cuz liz hath vanished into the wind *LOL*)
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[Evan McCollach] (Ack the snails are multiplying, someone get the salt. We will have to fend for ourselves when they take over the world. *L*)
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[snail] (w00t. a snailette. damn straight we’re gonna multiply. *bwamshickabwambwam*)
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[AnneMarie Hoch] It is much as she felt to him last night. She is furious – though it does not take away from his accomplishment. He passed a Fenrir rank challenge. That demands respect. However. Just do not expect me to call you -rhya. It might be a joke. Delivered through her tension, it is likely very hard to tell, and probably not exactly the right time to ask.
She opens the door to the kinhouse, where they find Maya hovering over her kill. AnneMarie pulls the claw and tooth she took from her own kills, and adds them to the pile for her packmate. Even got me up and walking. The rest is immaterial.
And with that, she makes her way to the stairs, to head toward the shower, shedding her clothing as she walks and dropping it to the flood on the way. It is in ruins anyway.
[Maya Nevskaja] (*salts the snails!*)
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[snail] (so, anyone here have wyrm lore? *LOL*)
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[snail] (AIIIEEEEE….)
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[Maya Nevskaja] *makes a pretty, pretty snail shell necklace!*
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[snailette] (-salted- x.X)
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[Evan McCollach] He continued to walk with AM as they headed to the office building that Maya had her own kill in. The creature seemed to be splayed open as Maya had killed it.
Your still the Beta of the pack, I still haven’t gotten even with you and your staff yet.
Yes he did say yet, he would not jiust let it stand that she kicked his ass so clearly.
“Yes I healed AM when I saw her. Good luck trying to heal her any further, or if she is even conscious.”
[Maya Nevskaja] The dark eyes of the foreigner remain with the trail of clothing AnneMarie leaves in her wake long after she climbs the stairs, leaving Maya alone with Evan. The Godi sits back on her haunches, wiping the length of her arm against her chin, the dashes of drying blood on her skin are disturbing, as is the small plate of remains beside the bones.
“I hear congratulations are in order,” she greets him with, a grim sort of humor in her throaty voice, and she pushes herself to her feet, bare and incongruously painted a vibrant pink on each toe. Armed with a bundle of bone and remains, the Godi’s soft tred takes her to the sink, where she begins to wash away blood, red water curling down the drain.
[AnneMarie Hoch] You’re still the beta, he says and there is no reply. No ripple of amusement, not anything. Decker’s comment got farther under her skin then she’ll admit, for all it’s clear to those who look hard enough, or know her well enough. Very few, then.
She pulls at th edges of dried blood and charred flesh of her abdomen, before those below hear the water go on in the shower, and the creak of the floorboards that is her walking across the bathroom and adding her own portion of blood and gore to the drainage system.
[Evan McCollach] “Yes I passed my Fostern rank challenge at the Storm Hammer. I doubt Decker wouldn’t have allowed me back to Chicago if I failed again.”
Maybe it was true, maybe it was not. Who knew with Decker. A grunt here and there are most that he could gather. Well except for last night’s discussion, but that was already in the past.
“So you and AM seem to have had a hell of a night.”
[Maya Nevskaja] Maya turns her face at the sink to glimpse Evan, and it is difficult to gauge what she thinks from the pale reflection of her features visible in the moonlight, streaming as it is through the window. She has not bothered with lights, and turns, taking a rag to wipe clean her hands as the newly-judged Fostern finishes speaking.
“Are you sure?” She questions his doubt, and then taking a small bone in her fingers, toys with it, her eyes on him. “Passing or not passing, it is not everything, Evan.”
Maya passes by him to collect the rest of her bones, craning over, she is a slight shape, angular and small-boned. “Storm-Hammer does not give rank easily.”
[Evan McCollach] “Well maybe not so much as Decker would not allow me back, it would be more of a measure if I felt worthy of coming back if I had failed again. To fail one time, you learn and adjust, to fail again is a mark of who you are.”
He watched her as she washed the bones she had collected, the different things that theurge’s seem to collect in their duty constantly have had him in awe. They seemed to be eclectic in what they gathered, yet he was sure that they all had a purpose when it came to what Luna required of them.
“Yes I understand quite well that passing there was a great effort.”
[AnneMarie Hoch] She is not one for lingering anywhere, let alone in a shower. She does what needs be done, to cleans her skin, her remaining wounds, and the water shuts off again. Just as well, as the water heater is old, and prone to giving up without notice. The after shower rituals take a bit longer, though still less then the average woman. Hair so short it drys quickly with just a towel rub and air. Her makeup is simple, understated yet still elegant, and so much a part of her that none in her pack have ever seen her without. remaining wounds are bandaged and wrapped as needed, and ointment slathered over fire ravished skin. She is not without scars, all of which have their story. None of which she tells on her own. These will add to the list, perhaps, or perhaps they will fade away as so many more have before them. She does not seem to care either way. The bandaging is simply something that is necessary.
Only once she has again attained the outward appearance she demands of herself – perfection of illusions learned at the wrong end of Grandmother’s sharp whip and sharper tongue – does she reappear. Her damaged clothing is picked up and disposed of, and she appears downstairs once again in dress slacks, ironed and creased sharply in perfect line, and another silken camisole.
The heels of her spare pair of boots clack across the floor as she grabs a beer from the refrigerator, and with a slight nod to them both, heads once again for the door. I have patrols to finish.
[Maya Nevskaja] (ahem, sorry! I had to go pick up my dinner. *runs post*)
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[Evan McCollach] When AM returns from her shower, it seemed that she was once again her stoic self. An expressionless, stoned faced woman who carried herself with grace and poise, father would have had a great deal of respect for her. And as she announces her intension to return to her patrols he doesn’t expect anything less from her.
“Well I think I should get back to my apartment, still haven’t seen Randi yet, I am sure she wants to know if I am still alive.”
Oh there was no doubt that she did, she had that sixth sense when it came to Evan.
(Sorry I need to get to bed soon)
[Maya Nevskaja] “And to stop trying,” The Godi answers, her back to him, the slope of her spine graceful, her black hair a shining whip as she moves her head, snaking against her back. “What then would that make you?”
It is a question she did not seek the answer for, and indeed Evan does not seem willing to offer one, choosing instead to take his leave, as AnneMarie takes her own, they will both leave the Godi to her tasks, to the solitary confinement of the office.
There’s no show of resentment, but a slow, cattish blink of her lashes at their joint sentiments of departure.
[AnneMarie Hoch] ((Sorry to ditch ya, too Jac! – its late and ya’ll take forever to post. I’m falling asleep at the keyboard! *L I’m off to bed!))
[Maya Nevskaja] (I’m mortally wounded, these are emotional scars I shall never heal from. :D *grins* night, guys!)
[Evan McCollach] (Sorry, hope you have a good night Jac, Lessa)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (*L* night!)