[Danny Jones] (123 not me! *g*)
[Rafael Durante] ((Chingáme! *L*))
[Rafael Durante] He’d been brief in his description of the evening’s affair. Matter of fact it had been a rather spur of the moment decision, had come about while he and Brodie were scarfing down some rough approximation of dinner away from the Durante house, hunkered down in some shitty diner somewhere terrorizing the Friday dinner crowd and frightening their waitress with some low thrum of danger she could feel but had no surefire way of identifying. They were nice enough guys, a little loud maybe, but there was something about them. They left a good tip, when it was all over, but damn if she didn’t want to stay away from her section until they’d left.
At any rate, he’d requested that she meet him Umbralside, and that is where she finds him. Sitting atop a wall nearby a rundown public park, in Glabro, picking Gaia knows what out of his claws before chewing at them. His height has shot up to six feet even, his body rippled into 250 pounds of muscle, and his sharp feet dangle in the air as his eyes idly flick between his knuckles and the street.
[Danny Jones] She’d been summoned by a call on her Pink Hello Kitty phone, and had made it a point to get there on time, at the requested location. Even if she had to hitch a ride in a certain Yellow Cab to do so. Course, since she’s fuckin the driver, it’s a safe bet her fare was free – or free for now. She’ll make it up to him later, naturally. A dark corner in a darker alley, and she’s shifting umbral to travel the last block to meet Rafael. She hasn’t shifted yet, and she’s actually without her backpack, having left it at the Durente’s to retrieve later.
A sure fire sign she’s starting to feel at home.
Tattered jeans scuff the ground by here heels, as she tugs her t-shirt down a little to cover the bare midriff above low slung denim. She meant to change, but didn’t take the time. All her meager outfits are dedicated, so it ain’t matter much what she pops over with, and all. A grin and a wave for Rafi the Glabro as she sidles up to the wall. “Heya, Rafi… Sup?”
[Rafael Durante] The scruffy-looking man-beast turns his large head to regard the approaching Homid, teeth baring in a rough form of a smile before he melts down off of the wall and lopes over to her. When he speaks his voice is low, gravelly, does not seem to make it far past his throat, a great deviation from his normal speech. Here, in this form, there is no accent, Mexican or Oklahoman or otherwise, just that gutteral grumble.
For once in their lives, the Philodox is towering over her. And it only took shifting forms to be able to accomplish this.
Somewhere off in the distance, under the low rumble of thunder, comes a piercing banshee-like scream.
“Ready to make papí proud?”
[Danny Jones] She arches a brow, something twisting in her spine as she hears that scream. She stretches slightly, and with a grin she winks up at him – taller, for once. “Always.”
It’s the simple truth, that. She’s always ready, and while fingers flex, she gathers about her the ability to resist whatever pain may be ahead, holding it close like a cloak of strength and resolve. She doesn’t ask what they will face – it doesn’t matter. If they are to fight it, it is worth fighting. If they kill it, it should be dead. This is part of the war they fight day in and day out.
And she is always ready to bring it to the enemy before it gets brought to her.
[Rafael Durante] ((Rolling to shift back to Homid))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] With a nod, Rafael takes a few steps back and his form begins to retreat back into itself, bones shrinking, muscles melting, hair retracting. It would appear he, too, has dedicated clothing; his black jeans no longer wrap tight around his quadriceps, his plain black t-shirt billowing out around him rather than melting over his bulging torso. There is no bulging now, not anymore. Rafael’s hair becomes its closely contained shell once more, and he shakes his head a few times the way a dog does after a bath, making a “Brrbrrbrrb” sound as he does so.
“Woo that fell good!” he exclaims, dancing around on his feet like a boxer before popping a few energetic half-punches into Danny’s shoulder. “C’mon, le’s go! I’d rather find something before it comes to us, yeah? This area’s fucking teeming with Banes, man.”
[Danny Jones] She laughs as he starts bouncing, and retreats into the flamboyantly excitable Rafi she knows and loves. She ducks and parries a couple of those punches, before she nods and gestures. “Lead on, mi amigo!”
She ducks under a punch and playfully tags him in the belly, before she starts off at an easy jog. “Common – ya can’t lead from back there!”
It for all the world looks like she’d charge unseen into anything – but that’s not entirely true. Her entire being is at once focused on finding something, something bad and evil that they can kick the shit out of. She’s not ignoring her surroundings, or barging in without taking care of where she is, and where the quick exits are if needed. She is, after all, one of Rat’s brood.
Bring on da banes, baby – Danny Sticks’n’Stones Jones is ready…
[Rafael Durante] It’s tame going for a while, the only thing in sight being the twisted underside of the seedy neighborhood… there is decay everywhere, there are bones, dead things. The graffiti that seems so tame back on the normal side of things is eating into the landscape here; buildings are missing windows, groaning in on themselves. And that screaming. It sounds as if it’s getting closer, as if it’s coming for them almost, but looking up at the skies offers no clues: nothing is swooping around. Nothing is visible, no creatures, no denizens, nothing.
Their footsteps thud down the street, garbage underfoot, the occasional kicked-over can revealing worms, thick and pulsating. This is not a nice area of town, not at all, and it looks even worse in the Umbra.
“Man, I tell you what,” Rafael says, “there’s cities, and then there’s cities. This is fucking disgusting, mang, you go to Tulsa? Tulsa got it’s shit together. Oklahoma City got it’s shit together. Chicago dun know what the fuck is going on. Look at this. This shit’s–“
A screech, loud, piercing. It sounds as if it’s coming from right behind them, but when a pair of heads turn there is nothing there.
[Danny Jones] She nods her head in agreement, with a lopsided grin. “Shit man – Miami ain’t even this bad, an’ Mama always made sure we kept our shit together in our areas, an’ more so helpin the locals, ya know? This is disgusting. Chicago’s too fuckin intent on findin who’s fuckin who and poppin out fuckin kids to see what’s happenin in they’s own damn streets. Ya think the wyrm fuckers ain’t laughin every time we get all tied up in some stupid shit bout claimin rights and politics an shit? That’s why I almost went home, man… almost…”
She whips her head around at the sound, gaze narrowing slightly, and ears all but perkin up even in homid state…. “th’fuck?”
[Rafael Durante] It seems to come out of nowhere, starts as a rustling somewhere behind a wilted, blackened tree and turns into a thudding of heavy hooves. Rafael reaches out to put a hand on Danny’s elbow, halt her progression forward, and he is looking behind them one more time as it pops out from behind a trio of garbage cans maybe fifteen yards ahead of the pair, knocking one over in the process.
It looks like a pig at first glance, some sort of swine, with its rotund abdomen, its squat form, its clicking hooves, but it’s huge, it’s easily six feet long and as tall as the two Garou. A tail swishes as it skids to a halt. It starts out looking away from them, realizes where its prey is, and wheels on them like a swinging car. Its tusks jut out like angry, broken arms, each one easily four feet long and stained brown from countless blood baths. Its jaw hangs free, revealing rows of solid yellow teeth, and its eyes are glowing with an unholy cast, an almost rapid blindness about them.
Then that scream. More of a squeal now that they can see what is the cause for it, so loud that it stabs at the ears, so piercing that there is no possible way to ignore it. It turns Rafael’s head back around, and the man’s hand tightens on Danny’s bicep.
“¡Santo Cristo!“
There’s that split second where there is a sizing up, a chance for each to determine their chances.
And then it charges.
[Rafael Durante] ((Alrighty, the Combat Handbook sez we roll inits now!
Piggy, +8))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] ((*L* +6!)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Rafael Durante] ((Rafi +6))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Okay, it’s
Piggy: 9
Danny: 10
Rafi: 16
Piggy’s Tusking.))
[Danny Jones] Rafael has his hand on her arm, and as she sees what’s ahead of them and hears that piercing squeel again, the arm under his hand grows – and not slowly either. Reflexive it is, the drop of rage to shift to Crinos instantly.
Most folks, they’d be running, too. Not Danny. Not now. In fact, it’s with a roar of challenge that she faces the charging swine down, as it closes, she swings once, twice, with massive claws, determined to blind it first, and throat it second. However it works out.
(2 rage – reflexo shift, claw, claw)
[Rafael Durante] As the flesh begins to harden and bulge under his hand, Rafael lets go and immediately, as a leg twitches when struck with a rubber mallet, jerks himself into Crinos, calling on that well of Rage that so casually coils itself around his belly, frightens others into a distance.
Once the initial shock of seeing That Thing wears off, Rafael is kicking into action. Just as his friend, his comrade, his potential packmate is not running, so does he stand his ground, preparing likewise to slash at the great beast with his massive claws.
(1 rage to shift; clawing Piggy.)
[Rafael Durante] ((Dex+Brawl=5, +1 Crinos))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Strength 3 +4 Crinos +1 Twister +Suxx 3-1 =… uhhh… 10))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 3, 6, 7, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Piggy Soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] (Claw 1 – HAIL KAHSEENO!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] (dam= 9)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 7, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Piggy Soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Piggy Tusk9))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Dam, Strength +3))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 5, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] (soak – common baby!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Soak it, baby!))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] (+1 suxx/wlyd = 1agg for danny)
[Danny Jones] (second claw – HAIL KAHSEENO!!!!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 5, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] (Suxx 3+1 (wyld) = damage 9)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Piggy Soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 5, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] The two Garou ready themselves for the savage beast’s assault, standing tall, claws at the ready, and it would appear they had the upper hand: although their claws do not do much damage on the first pass through, the slashes stopping the skull pig not one hair, Danny’s second blow slices through its shoulder, bringing forth another horrific squeal as its tusks butt into their bodies and bruise their legs.
As it skids to a halt, it immediately wheels on the pair, aiming its eldritch maw at Rafi this time.
((Piggy +8))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] (danny+6)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Rafi +6))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2 (Failure at target 6)
[Danny Jones] (10)
[Rafael Durante] ((It’s Rafi 8, Danny 10, Piggy 15.))
[Rafael Durante] As the pig throws itself towards him, the muscles in Rafael’s body tense and he prepares to bite the massive head as it careens his way.
((No expenditures, bite.))
[Danny Jones] Even in crinos, the fur atop her head is wickedly colored that Fire Engine Red, and Tenacious Teal. or it was. Though it likely doesn’t get noticed in the heat of battle, fur and tooth and claw flying, perhaps later one will remember the flickering change of rainbow colors along the top of Danny’s crinos fur. Seemingly at random (though far from it) the colors change. Red becomes teal, teal becomes green, green becomes orange, orange becomes blue – so on and so forth… odd, that.
With another snarl of irritation, Danny doesn’t even flinch and strikes again, twice in quick succession.
(1 rage, claw/claw!)
[Rafael Durante] ((Piggy Tuskin’.))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 6, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Dam.))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 6, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Rafi soak.))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 5 (Botch x 3 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] (claw 1)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] (dam=8)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 5, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Piggy Soak.))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Rafi Bite.))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Dam.))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Piggy Soak.))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] (WHOOO!)
[Rafael Durante] ((Go Rafi!))
[Danny Jones] (claw two!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] (dam=7)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] The skull pig wheels on Rafi, and its right tusk catches him in the side, tearing through the skin and muscle to hit meat, drawing the Garou equivalent of “Fuck!” from his throat as pain rips through him and turns his sight red. The injury, the hurt, only serves to infuriate the Garou, who rebounds and takes a sizeable bite out of the side of the pig’s head. There comes the grotesque sound of teeth breaking bone, squishing. Blood is everywhere, dripping from the wounded Rafael, splurting from the wounded pig, when Danny’s claws slash through its side, ripping but not doing nearly as much damage as the beta had done.
Though they have done a number on the pig, it is not done yet.
((Piggy +8))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Rafi +6))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] (+6)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Rafael Durante] ((Round 3:
Rafi: 7
Danny: 10
Piggy: 11))
[Rafael Durante] Hotly pissed off, intestines showing through the great tear in his side, Rafael lunges at the pig, going for a bite to its neck.
[Danny Jones] Rafi’s hurt – and Danny sees red. She snarls and gives the piggy her all – clawing again, again, again!
(2 rage – claw, claw dammit, CLAW!)
[Rafael Durante] That pig seems to have it in for Rafael; either that, or it smells blood, it smells impending defeat, and it is determined to take down the stronger of the two Garou before setting its sights on the smaller one, the one who keeps clawing at her sides without slowing her down.
At any rate, it knows it’s going down, and it isn’t going to go down without a fight. As Rafael goes for its throat, so does it rear up on its legs and prepare to slam into the Crinos.
((Body slam.))
[Rafael Durante] ((Piggy Body Slam, Brawl+Strength.))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 5, 5, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Dam.))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 4, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Redo, I fucked this up.))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 4, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Fuck! His base strength is 5, I want to add 3-1! Jesus, Dorn!))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 6, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Soak, you bastard!))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 7, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Rafi Bite.))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Dam.))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Piggy Soak.))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((ERASE ALL THAT IT WAS TOTALLY DANNY’S TURN))
[Danny Jones] (*LMAO*)
[Danny Jones] (alrighty – here we go. Claw 1)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] (6+5+1wyld=12)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Piggy Soak.))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] (HAIL KAHSEENO!!)
(claw 2!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] (8)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Soak!))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] (claw THREE! HAIL KAHSEENO!!!!!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] (dam = 10)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Piggy Soak.))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] You would think that blows like this, a battle like this, would take time. It doesn’t – blows fly fast and furious, and Rafi goes down. Danny sinks all her wits into drawing the squeeling pig away from her fallen beta, striking strong and true, while her hair does the Dance of Multi Hue, drawing big stripes of flesh, blood, bone, gore from the beast.
It gets it’s attention, and it turns – teetering, to face the Little Gnawer That Could.
It is a wicked grin that faces him now, dark eyes shining with thirst for the piggy’s demise. She snarls her intent, rears back – and CLAWS again, as the massive pig seeks to gore her with it’s bloodstained tusk…
(roll his tusky!)
[Rafael Durante] ((Tusky!))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Let’s see if I can get the fucking damage roll right this time *L* 5+3+4=12))
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] (soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] (ALL MIGHTY CLAW! (pleasekahseenohavemercy!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] (damn 11)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Rafael Durante] ((Soak.))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Danny Jones] The great pig beast strikes hard and true, sending it’s tusk through danny’s side. Before it can pull away, however, she swings with everything she has, and swipes her claws across it’s throat, severing the jugular vein. THey fall together, the Pig and Danny. Danny, still impaled on that tusk, sees the light go out in the pigs eyes, and strikes one more time.
And strikes true. There is nothing left of the pig but bacon, certainly nothing left to strike back at her as she swings with all her strength, and pulls what passes for a heart from the chest cavity of the beast.
It twitches.
And stills.
The crinos gnawer grunts and tosses away the gore and ichor from her claws with a flick of her wrist, and pulls herself off of the tucks that went through her abdomen, and falls to the side to catch her breath. Well then. THAT was not exactly what they planned, was it?
She pulls herself over to Rafi’s side, and looks him over. He’s still breathing, but badly hurt. She doesn’t dare shift down yet – feeling the dull ache of no rage in the pit of her belly. She has to carry him home. She pulls herself to a stand, and kicks the stupid piggy, before she grabs that tusk and forces it from the skull with a sickening crunch. She intends to sacrifice that to the wyrmpole, for her and Rafi. Then she gathers the now homid gnawer, the one she hopes will be her beta, and holds him close as she starts the treck through the umbra toward Cabrini, running the names of folks she can call to heal through her mind.
[Danny Jones] Casa Durente isn’t far away. In fact, she’s in the alley at the store right across the street, having misjudged slightly her position. She has to shift first, and does so with a groan, and manages to keep her hold on her friend. Then, with a grunt of effort and concentration, she pops realside, only to fall against the wall with a grunt of pain.
But she does not drop Rafael. She wouldn’t.
Almost home, Danny, almost there.
[Evan McCollach] Evan of late his been spreading his movement out more, the original core patrol around the packhouse and spirally outward has changed. His focus has moved between three areas now. The packhouse, this own apartment with his mate and there was always the haunted house he had to look over.
Tonight the haunted house, just off the Eagle’ turf was his concern. He had spoken with both the woman he found there and the ghost that has haunted her. However he had to get deeper into it, look into the fact of where and where these Black Spirals were.
[Danny Jones] She takes a breath, and then stands upright once more and makes it to the mouth of the alley with her burden. A look around to make sure that at this hour of the morning, she can cross unseen, and who should cross the road down the way but a shock of red hair atop a coggie.
A coggie who knows Mother’s touch.
A piercing whistle cuts through the air, slicing toward Evan’s hearing as she strives to get his attention, without calling TOO much attention to herself from the Home down the way. Coming home blood covered and injured is one thing. Coming home with their beloved son and brother all but dead is entirely another.
[Rafael Durante] The little Mexican Gnawer took a royal ass beating Umbralside. Or, if you’d rather, a royal tusking. Goring. He’d been more or less gored by a rapid skull pig, and his guts are just about spilled all over the damn place, certainly aren’t inside his abdomen like good intestines would be, oh no, these ones are out past curfew and don’t appear to care too much about where they end up. That he’s still breathing is a testiment to the girl who’s lugging his scrawny ass out of the Umbra and into the regular plane, carrying both him and a tusk she’d pried from the dead thing’s cracked skull.
Now, he’s as unconscious as a person can be without being dead, and he’s still breathing. He is not going to be happy when he wakes up.
[Evan McCollach] Evan kept his eyes open while he hunted, looking around the area for any signs of the influence of the fallen ones. If Kai had escaped them, then they would not be easy to shake off, the BSD had a way of looking to deal with loose ends.
But when that somewhat familar whistle comes across his ear, he takes note, looking around until he finally sees Danny, poking her head out of an alleyway. He shrugs and decided to apease her. It doesn’t seem that she is dumpster hopping tonight. And as he draws in closer, the sight and smell of something all too familar starts to catch him and he moves a little quicker.
‘What happened to you?”
The alleyway was dark enough to hide Rafeal for the time being.
[Danny Jones] So – similarities. She looks the same as always, but for the fact she is definitely covered in blood, most of which is not her own, some of which is, a lot of which is Rafi’s. Her hair though – which has always been stand out in Tenacious Teal tipped FireEngine Red – is now… Royal Blue. Tipped in bright ass orange.
She doesn’t know this, yet, however. Right now all she knows is that she needs Evan’s help. If it were just her, she’d wait until later, but for a potential packmate – but more importantly, for a friend – she’ll put aside whatever misgivings she has about the Coggie and ask for his help.
He sees her, and finally comes this direction, and she sinks back into the alleyway, falling to her knees with a grunt, managing somehow not to jostle Rafi. She lays him down on the ground in front of her, and goes about trying to put his insides – well, inside. “Ran into a giant fuckin slab of moving bacon pig the size of a fuckin truck in Bronzeville.” She pulls the Giant ass tusk out of her pocket. Looks a lot bigger now that she’s homid, for sure. “This’s one of a matched paire that got Rafi pretty bad. Can ya help him? I’ll owe ya, big time. I ain’t wanna take him home this outa it..”
She says nothing of her own wounds. It’s not her way.
[Evan McCollach] When she directs his attention to the Rafeal, he is a bit dumbstruck. He looked over the laying unconscious form and it was rather remarkable that he was even still alive. Danny was trying to hold in the entrails just within his abdomen. He looked over the wounds a few times before he moves to try and hold down the wound.
Understanding that this actually came from a goring wound helped, he needed to know how deep and how much impact the wound actually had to do any real good. He laid his hands over the intestines as well as Danny had. But unlike her he called up his own tribal gifts. Not only pouring his spirit essence into it, but his mental abilities as well.
Within Rafeal’s ears, he could hear it even in his semi-coma. The slight tick of hoove across stone, the sound growing in strength as Evan gathers up his will and gnosis until it comes a its peak and the gnosis pours into the wound.
(Mother’s Touch Used. Modify for Rage of Rafeal)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]
[Rafael Durante] ((Rafael’s got Rage 3.))
[Evan McCollach] (5 sux)
[Evan McCollach] The sound of the hooves would soon dissapate as the gift would runs its course, the wound looking to mend the skin as well as the gore wounds internally inflicted.
[Danny Jones] She pulls her hands back, watching as Evan goes to work without a word. As wounds knit together, and body heals under the touch of the Coggie, she visibly sags in relief. She even grins a little, as she rubs her cheek with the back of her hand, scratching under her jaw afterwards before letting her hands fall again to her lap.
She spares no thought for herself, still. Hell – she don’t even hurt (yet) as she’s still in the comforting wrap of her gifts and the (eventual) success of their fight and kill. She looks up at Evan with a lopsided grin. “Thanks, Evan. I owe you big.”
[Rafael Durante] Consciousness comes on almost immediately, pain being a great stimulant. Rafael does, indeed, hear the clicking as the Coggie pours himself into the healing of this stranger’s wounds, and as his intestines heal, as his body takes back what belongs inside, as his skin knits itself back together, regrows where it had been lost… as this happens, Rafael groans, stirs slightly.
When he begins to speak, it is not in English.
“Ay, Dios, voy a matar a ese maldito cerdo…”
[Danny Jones] It’s automatic, already. “English, Rafi.” and said with a grin.
[Evan McCollach] Evan for a second takes a deep breath and shakes his head, clearing out the effects of giving up both a part of his physical and spiritual being. And after a few more shakes he stands up and looks down at the laying form of his fellow in duty. He didn’t even Rafeal right now, he knew how it felt to be on death’s door, albeit in a different manner. The pain from returning from that place was quite horrific.
“And yourself, how are you?”
The amount of blood that covered her was hard to determine exactly if she was hurt. Then again sometimes no wounds need to be visible to be painful.
[Danny Jones] She shrugs with a grin. “Me? I’m fine. He scratched me a little, but I’m tougher then I look. Was more worried bout this guy here. S’possibly my new Packmate, if he an’ the boys let me in. Finally mighta find myself a place where I belong.”
Deflecting the matter of her own wellbeing, of course. She looks up at Evan, then back to Rafi. “You still flyin with the Eagles?”
[Rafael Durante] Eyes crack open one at a time, and he finds himself laying supine on the floor of an alleyway, his gut throbbing and his eyes looking at Danny and some kid he’d never seen before. He’s still in a pretty sizeable amount of pain, but it’s manageable now, it’s a sign he’s still alive. It’ll go away, it’ll heal the rest of the way on its own.
Rafael winces and hikes himself up on his elbows, focusing on getting his battered ass sitting upright. Once he’s there he rakes a blood-soaked hand through his gore-covered hair and blinks over at Evan.
“Thanks, man,” he says, interrupting, not giving a shit if he does so either. His voice is tinged with a heavy Mexican accent, with a heavy Oklahoma bouquet besides.
[Evan McCollach] “Yeah I am still an Eagle, gonna stay with them.”
He looked at Danny. He definately was out of the loop when it came to what happened at the Sept.
“Waht happened to the old pack with twister?”
And then he looks back to the guy who he just healed. He wasn’t sure who he was, but if he was gored by a skull pig and Danny was dragging him around, well he had to be playing for the right team. And he couldn’t lose someone who fiught the good fight.
[Danny Jones] “Cool. An’ disbanded. Was a temporary thang anyway, under Loki.” Those are all the facts he’s gonna get from her on that. She grins down at Rafi, and holds out the giant ass tusk to him. “Gotcha a souvineer. Think Mama still has dinner warm?”
Then – Manners, Danny. Speaking of Mama’s, her’s’d kick her ass. “This’s Rafi. Rafi, Evan. Was a Hound, now an Eagle.”
[Rafael Durante] “You read my fucking mind.”
Rafael seems to seriously contemplate the idea of shaking hands with the kid. He even moves to do so, until he realizes his own have the blood of a beast on them, mingling in with his own, mingling in with Gaia knows what else, and he retracts the offer. A glance moves between the two kids, and then he settles on his words in place of action.
“Good to meet you, Evan.”
It comes out sounding like EY-vahn, but it’s close enough, right?
Rafael takes that moment to jump in.
“I gotta head back to the house, I wanna check on Carolina, eh? Mama prolly still up won’ring where the hell we are, you know how she is.”
[Evan McCollach] He nodded to the young man that was about to offer his hand to him when he withdrew it. He didn’t mind that, the fact that he would have to grab his gore covered hand.
“Nice to meet you.”
And then back to Danny.
“Sorry to hear about Twister.”
[Danny Jones] She nods with a grin. “Yeah – we best get cleaned up before ya baby girl sees us too.”
She shrugs as she looks up at Evan. “Nah, s’no biggy. Weren’t right for me there, an’ I knew it. Just like ya know ya need to hang with the Eagles still. I found home with Rafi an’ the boys. That’s where I belong. Just gotta prove myself first.”
She grins, then… “And Evan? Thanks man. I appreciate it. I owe ya a solid – call on it anytime, dig? I can cleans us an’ this shit before takin it back to the Caern.”
Her lips twist into a lopsided grin, before she hauls herself to her feet, and goes to follow Rafi across the way where Mama’s got food and hot water.
[Rafael Durante] Rafael, who has stiffly climbed to his feet, shakes his head at the pack remark.
“You just did prove yourself, you big stupid, what you think we were doing, sharpening our claws?”
A harried shake of his head, and then he is reoffering his hand to the kid to help him up off the ground. Thoroughly covered in blood, thoroughly ripped up, the first thing he needs to do is get himself into a bath tub. Which is what he’s going to do just as soon as he gets his scraggly ass back to his mother’s house.
“I owe ya too, man, thanks a bunch. Good luck with your shit, you ever need anything, you come find me.”
With that, the Gnawer is tramping off down the sidewalk after Danny, sticky hands pushed into the pockets of his jeans, a dry whistle flitting from between his lips as he moves, slowly.
[Evan McCollach] Evan just nodded again when Danny suggest that she owes him one. He had just shrugged. He really didn’t think he was owed anyting, it was apart of his duty in one way. He couldn’t just let him die. That would be bad form.
“Well don’t worry much about it, what kind of child of Gaia would I be if I let you just lay there bleeding and whatnot?”
[Danny Jones] “Oh.” she says, with a grin and a little blush. “Guess I’m back in with Twister again – jus’ with different boys.” And she all but beams as her grin warms.
Cool. She ain’t expected that jus’ yet. Rafi’s approval is all she needs, though. Even if he calls her a big stupid. “Well, I was sharpinin my claws on that things hide. While you was bleedin.” It certainly seems like she belongs with him – their comradarie one of siblings, more then strangers trying to force themselves into a mold. Some things are just… easy.
She waves at Evan again, before following Rafi up the stairs to the porch. “Think Santi’s still up?” her voice is low, now, so as not to carry back. “My power to resist is about to wear off, man.. an I’m gonna need his help to shower’n’dress again..”
Stubborn lil bitch, she is.
[Rafael Durante] “Same kinda Gnawer I’d be if I didn’t thank you twen’y times for patching my stupid ass up.”
[Evan McCollach] Evan looks over at the pair. It seemed that the winds of twister would blow again in CHicago. He, on the other hand, still had his patrols to follow. He had to deal with the haunted house and what was around it. These Dancers would be hard to deal with,if that is what they are hunting now.
[Rafael Durante] ((Thanks a bunch, Clark! I’mma go pass out now *L*))
[Danny Jones] (Jamie’s a big wussy! *grin*
Thanks Clark!)
[Rafael Durante] ((Yeah, I know, what kinda pussy can only stay up until 4:30 in the morning?))
[Danny Jones] (YEAH! sheesh! *L*)