[Rory] 123 not me!
[Trance-Dance] It had been a warm day, and even as the evening approaches, it brings little relief from the heat. Trance had spent much of the day in or around the park. The evening still saw him there, sitting on a bench close to the fountain, legs curled up under him, his eyes on the Ipad in his lap, fingers dancing across the screen.
Dressed in simple, well tailored slacks, and a nice cotton button up shirt, with the top two buttons undone, letting the dark of a tee or similar peek out from under the shirt. A black felt cap is drawn down deep across his brow, and now and then, he reaches to adjust it, bottom lip worried between teeth as he focuses on the screen.
[Rory] Ray had taught her well. There is only one Hot Dog Stand worth it in all of the city, and it happens to be in Grant Park. She’d managed to scrounge up some cash somewhere, and as a direct result, she now has a Chicago Dog with all the fixings in her hand as she walks along the paths of the park, toward the fountain, though it’s not a specific destination at all, merely one of convenience.
Her jeans are dark, her t-shirt clinging to a slender form, wet from recent rains – rain that is still thick in the air, so thick it can be smelled, felt… it would take but a word for the skys to open up into a deluge once again. But none of that is the most noticable when Rory comes into view. That would be two things – the mass of blood-red curls, and the force of Rage that is undeniable.
[Trance-Dance] ”Think you’ll get the better of me, do you?”
Trance flows fingers over the screen, as intent as if in a battle, an expression of concentration on his face. Whatever his relationship with the Ipad, it was deteriorating quickly. Then something tugs at him. Rage brushes his senses, and he raises his head quickly to look around.
His eyes focus on the woman with those blood red curls, and even more so in what he can see in her, in the shape of her bones. It sings. Not a song of his own tribe, but undeniable yet the same. Ipad forgotten, he straightens, attention fully on the woman now, hands holding on to the Ipad as if the flat computer was a shield, perhaps to be raised in defense.
[Rory] If Rory knew that the one sitting there thinks she may hurt him, she would laugh… ok. no, she would blush first, and then shake her head shyly – but she doesn’t know, as she is fully intent on her hot dog, and making sure to lick the juices off her fingers too. As she nears, the last bit of her outfit – aside from the comfortable little flats on her feet – is seen. The backpack, battered and well used, hanging on her back and stuff full of… who knows what. It’s a lot heavier than it looks, as well, though she carries it as if it weighs nothing at all.
The voice gets her attention briefly, a quick look up, than down and away again, hiding behind her curls as she concentrates on the last bite or two of her dog instead of the one sitting there, watching her. Her blood sings of [wasted] potential, undeniable heritage, and her Rage signals her as more monster than woman.
She continues to walk, her pace not changing, though her direction does just a touch, just enough to put a bit of distance between them on the path…
[Trance-Dance] Trance is watching the other, waiting for signals that could mean trouble. The rage, the breeding. He knows better than to stare, but it’s not far from it. When she suddenly changes direction, he blinks. Not towards him, but away? It takes him a moment to find his equilibrium, considering all his options, and reaching a conclusion.
“Are they any good?”
Voice raised just enough for the red-headed(blooded) woman to catch, clearly directed at her.
[Rory] She blinks, as he speaks to her, and she peeks at him from under those curls, her face flushing with color to have been singled out and spoken too. She licks a bit of mustard from her fingertips, and then offers him a smile that is achingly shy and almost sweet – completely at odds with the thrum that beats through her blood even under the darkened moon.
She doesn’t answer aloud.. instead she just nods, slightly, and takes that final bite – almost as if afraid he’d take the last bit from her.
[Trance-Dance] He is good and confused now. Luckily, its not the first time he has been in that state, and thinking on your feet is something you learn quick, half-breed as he is. Reaching up, he adjusts his cap slightly, making sure it is pulled down low over his brow. The Ipad quickly placed back into his small pack, and he pulls his feet out from under him, standing up slowly. He is taking care to not make any sudden moves.
She is a monster, from the feel of her. A full moon to be true, and yet…
“I am sort of new, and could use some chow myself… Could you give me directions perhaps?”
Voice still kept low. The pack slung over his shoulder, his grip on the leather strap tight enough to whiten his knuckles.
[Rory] She takes care to get every last bit of the juices from her fingertips before she wipes her hands on her jeans, all while watching him from behind her curls, little peeks that have nothing to do with dominance, and everything to do with curiosity. She reaches up and tucks her hair behind an ear, only to have it slip free almost immediately, before her hands find a place to rest, twisting about the straps of her pack as she hefts it on her shoulders. It clanks and rattles and clatters – then settles again against her back. There’s no telling what she has in there…
She studies him a moment, and then with that same shy little smile, nods, and tips her head back in the way she came, waiting a moment to see if he follows, before she starts in the direction of the Vendor Cart once more.
[Trance-Dance] She glances at him, and he is clearly nervous, but trying hard not to show it, with little success. When she hefts her pack, she can actually see him tensing, just a smidge before he catches himself.
But he follows easily enough when she takes the lead, even hurrying a few steps to catch up the distance between them, staying a clear pace behind and to her left.
“So…”
A glance around them, but with her rage? No one is much willing to pay the two any attention at the moment.
“Thanks for showing me, ya know… Really appreciate it.”
[Rory] He remains a step behind her, and a look of confusion washes over her face. She stops and tips her head, slightly, and waits for him to catch up to her completely. She is the omega, always. She does not lead well – even for directions.
So, he says, and thanks her, and she ducks her head, teeth worrying over her lower lip gently as she blushes. A shoulder lifts in a shrug, as she lifts a hand to rub at the side of her nose absently. A peek at him from under her curls, as she murmurs softly, shyly. “S’cool.”
…so she CAN speak, after all…
[Trance-Dance] She stops, and he stops. There is quite a long moment of pure confusion as he waits for her to continue, before realizing she is waiting for him to catch up. It gives him pause, and causes him to worry his lip for a moment, but then he falls in, moving up beside her and holding there until she starts to move again.
Her word is also a surprise, but a welcome one. He was expecting her voice to be… Well, not the shy murmur it was. Considering her blood, the rage in her, he had half expected it to be boisterous.
“I’m Trance.”
Offered as they walk. He reaches up with his left hand and adjusts the cap again, a slight sign of discomfort as he does. He makes sure it stays down low.
[Rory] She’s as confused as he is, but eventually he steps up with her, and she starts to move again, keeping him even with her. He offers his name, and she peeks over at him through her curls, before – just as shyly – offers her own.
“Rory.”
Single words are easier.
[Trance-Dance] ”S’good to meet ya Rory.”
He offers her a smile. He has no clue what is going on with the woman beside him, and he still isn’t sure she won’t turn into some terrible silver fang copy, but at least it seems that she isn’t going to beat his ass this very moment.
“So, I tend to get chatty when im nervous like, so if ya think im talking to much, eh, all you have to do is say so, and ill shut up right quick, ok?”
He hopes she will say so, and not just drive her fist through his skull.
[Rory] She blushes again, color spreading so easily under her skin, clearly her shyness is nothing feigned, but real – as real as the warmth that beats deep in her core. In fact, if not for that press of primal anger, it would be doubtful that she’d attract much notice at all. But she simply shakes her head with that same shy little grin.
“S’ok. I ton’t dalk much.”
And that, right there, is likely why. She doesn’t seem to notice the mixup in her words, either, as if she only hears what she intends to say, not what she actually did.
[Trance-Dance] “That’s ehh…”
A moment as he adjusts, translating what he thinks she meant in quick order, and hopes to all hell he didn’t misunderstand her.
“That’s alright, I do enough talking for two anyway, so they say.”
He shifts his own pack on his shoulder, adjusting the strap more tightly.
“I have to say, it’s a bit surprising, ya know. All things considered, I wouldn’t have pegged you for the quiet type… I mean to say is that, well.. the…”
He falls quiet, worrying his lip.
“I’ve never met someone of your family that anyone would refer to as the silent type is all I’m saying I guess. “
[Rory] She blinks, and then peeks at him again, before ducking her head to hide that ever present blush. Her fingers – slender, pale, fragile looking – lift to rub absently at her nose again in nervous habit, before she lifts a slender shoulder into a shrug.
“Habit.”
[Trance-Dance] She blushes still. It really confuses him. She is a pure blooded fianna, that is undeniable. Yet she is quiet, and she blushes when he talks, instead of snarling at him to keep quiet and pounding him into the ground for rambling. He tries to wrap his head around it.
“S’ok. I don’t mind. I mean, not that it would matter if I did mind, or that it…”
He clamps his mouth shut with a click of teeth, then clears his throat.
“So, these dogs any good?”
[Rory] She nods vigorously, enough so that it sends those curls tumbling about her shoulders, and a shy little grin appears across her lips as she points to the vendors up ahead. “Dest bogs in the city. Ray mowed she.”
The thought of Ray brings a sparkle to her eye, though she hides it, as she does so many other things, with the duck of her head, and the attention she pays to the walk before them, instead of daring to look at her current companion.
[Trance-Dance] ”The what and the what?”
He sys it without thinking, then again clamps his mouth shut, blinking and looking to the side, only keeping Rory in the edge of vision.
“I mean, erh.. I’m looking forward to trying them. Damn Ipad kept me so busy, I didn’t realize I was starving.”
He reaches up with his free hand to rub against his neck, then looks back to Rory.
“Listen, erh, ddint mean nuthin by that you know, so, im sorry. Its really nice of ya to show me the place, so just ignore what comes outta my mouth. I tend to ramble when im nervous…”
He repeats himself without realizing it.
[Spirits] So, there was this one guy, see. He runs this hot dog stand in the Park, has the best god-damn wieners in the entire city of Chicago. You couldn’t find another stand that makes them as good as this guy does. There’s a small line outside the hot dog vendor that Rory was escorting her new buddy to.
An Soccer Mom with three kids all between the ages of 8-11, fighting with each other as she speaks to the vendor. Two construction workers standing behind them, and a pair of Goths texting each other about how much life hates them.
The hot dog vendor starts to look a little stressed at the Mom as she’s way-laying into the guy about his prices. Arms flailing up and down. He takes a step back from the cart holding his arms up in the air at the Mom. The Construction workers look at one another, rolling their eyes and looking away, one motioning to the other about going elsewhere. They start to step away.
One of the Goths smirks, black lips peeling back into a wider smile – her skinnier companion seems to be looking off into a different direction. Head tilting to the side as he spies Rory and Trance making their way over.
[Rory] She is used to people asking, to people doing much more than that – it’s written in the way she cringes, the way her shoulders hunch up briefly, before she realizes she is flinching – and forces herself to stop. She takes a breath, and then carefully as she points to the vendor. “Best.”
The dogs, of course. She wrinkles her nose in frustration, as she can’t fix the mistakes that she made, because she didn’t hear them. So hopefully that clears the confusion for him.
But then something else catches her attention, and her curiosity… “….ipad?”
Clearly she’s more worried that he will strike at her, than thinking she would at him. She lifts her gaze, then, to check out the line in front of the cart, green eyes sliding over each of those waiting in line – there’s always a line. he is, after all, the best.
[Trance-Dance] She doesnt strike him. In fact, she flinches away. It makes him stare at her for a moment before he catches himself. Something here he isn’t seeing. He looks to the stand up ahead that rory points out to him, then nods.
“Nice. In the nick of time, I could eat a horse.”
He reaches and pats the strap of his bag with his free hand, nodding some.
“The computer. I just bought one. They are mostly hype, but I had to try it out see. Guess I shouldn’t have expected much, but ill make it better, just need a chance to get to know it. Get it talking to me.”
[Rory] She is used to being stared at. She simply accepts it, and doesn’t seem to notice really.
Her eyes are clear, brilliant green when they meet his briefly, listening as he talks about the computer he had been holding. She returns her gaze to the line ahead of them, as she nods, even if she doesn’t quite comprehend all of what he says. She wraps her hands around the straps of her pack again, before peeking at Trance curiously.
“…it talks?”
because it’s not really that farfetched a question, given what she is, what he is.
[Spirits] “Look, lady, take the dogs and feed the bratty kids with’em, do whatever you want. You still owe me this much…” The hot dog vendor shakes his head, pointing at the three little monsters that were starting to get into the condiments.
The Mother goes “REHREHREHREH!!” on the vendor. As the press of Rage draws closer to the hot dog stand. One of the kids stops what they were doing and turns to stare rather boldly at the pair of Garou. He grabs his sibling by the collar of his shirt, dragging him over and pointing right at Trance and Rory.
“You can see her boobs!” and they burst into a snickering fit of giggles. The Mother stops what she was saying, looking down at the two boys huddled together and stares at them mortified. The third child started to settled down, quietly munching on the hot dogs that were bought for them, stuffing the entire things into his mouth.
The two Goths that were watching stare and start to laugh.
[Trance-Dance] He smiles at her, nodding then. This at least was familiar to him.
“Not yet. It will. Just need to get to know it better, crack its code. Wont take long, its just being stubborn is all. Ill make it sing before long, you’ll see.”
He hefts his pack slightly, moving toward the line of people with rory at his side.
“So, umm, you still hungry? I’d be glad to buy ya a dog as a…”
The childs comment and the laughter that follows brings a stop to his words, and he looks up at them. A glance to rory, wide eyed, then back to the line of people.
[Rory] She is pointed at. Laughed at – though truth be told, this is the first time it’s involved her… boobs… But it has the same reaction. And not the one that Trance is evidently expecting, though perhaps he should…
She looks up at the kids, at the goths that laugh, and she ducks her head again [submitsubmitsubmit] and releases the straps of her pack, only to cross her arms over her chest, her shoulders hunching slightly as she seeks to hide in her own skin. The blush creeps over her face, down her neck, and likely farther still, as she remains quiet, and simply lets the laughter continue.
It’s nothing she hasn’t heard before. And no, she’s lost her appetite, and simply shakes her head at Trance’s offer.
[Spirits] The two boys continued to stand there, both of them, extending out their arms now as they point accusing fingers at Rory. Too wide a smiles spreading on their faces as they start chanting together in a sing-song voice.
To Rory’s ears she hears, (“Dirty metis. Dirty metis. Dirty Metis.“) To Trance and the others, “Big Boobs Bertha. Big Boobs Bertha… she got the biggest rack in town! OI!”
The Mother stands in stunned silence. The two Goths are beginning to fall over themselves with laughter. The hot dog vendor starts to look horrified as he casts a glance to Rory, and looks away, down casting his eyes.
The third child with a mouthful of hot dogs – cheeks bulged out like a chipmunk storing nuts in its mouth – turns green in the face and looks sick.
[Trance-Dance] Trance knows what he is good at. Its not being the intimidating type, or he would have made sure to impart the people at the line with a different impression. Instead, seeing as Rory has not turned that rage on the line, and unable himself to stop them, he does what he can. He moves in front of Rory, blocking her view of the line and cart, and in turn their view of her.
“MM, yeah, ya know, I feel like Chinese… you like Chinese? I know a great place not far from here. Best egg noodles, I promise, and then Ill be able to show you the Ipad, yeah?”
He actually reaches out towards Rory, towards her shoulder. He stops, inches from her, not touching, but trying to get her attention, to get her to turn and walk away with him, away from the children’s taunting song.
“You ever had Pan Pan Chi? Best in Chicago, or so they say, come on, my treat, whadda ya say?”
[Rory] He steps in front of her, and reaches for her – and she [dirtymetisdirtymetisdirtywrongwrongbadbadWRONG] blinks, and peeks up at him again. He decides that Chinese might be better, and something sparks in her eyes, something visible to him as he looks at her. Gratefulness, maybe. Appreciation, certainly. And she simply nods, her curls sliding forward to hide her face again as she turns with him.
“Ok.”
It must be confusing for him, to expect one thing and see her so very tightly under control instead. Her rage does not spike, she does not strike out [they’re children], she simply lets them do as they will instead.
[Spirits] The Mother turns on the two boys that were singing at Rory. Her head snapping in the direction of the pair of Garou as she blinks, her eyes widening slowly. She moves towards them, grabbing each boy by the collar of the shirt and starts to pull them apart and away from the hot dog stand.
They start to struggle, their faces twisting into vicious little masks of anger as they kick and scream, throwing tantrums. She yells at the third child that was stuffing his mouth full of food to come along. He swallows the last bit of food and starts to toggle off after his mother. His hands going to his stomach and groaning softly.
The pair of Goths shake their heads, coughing behind their hands and whistle as they look away. The hot dog vendor sighs, looking up at Rory apologetically.
[Trance-Dance] Trance shoots a glance over his shoulder at the vendor and the people in the line, but he doesnt stop, instead walking beside Rory, using his free hand to gesture as he talks.
“So, you been in the city long? Don’t remember you from when I was here last… course, don’t remember much of anyone from back then, seems most have moved or passed. Bloody thing to come back to you know, finding it the way it is. Guess nuthin really changes, yeah?”
As soon as it is clear that Rory is moving with him, not looking back, Trance does relax, just a little. His voice dropping lower.
“Thank you.. Ah mean, I really do feel like Chinese n’all, appreciate you letting me drag ya around to cater for my whims. Cant seem to make up my mind some days, it’s a bother, ya know?”
[Rory] She glances back over her shoulder, seeing the Mother grab the boys and start to pull them off, watching them throw tantrums – and glancing at the little one who looks sick. She meets the Vendor’s eyes briefly, lips curving into a little smile – forgiveness and acceptance all in one. The Goths, she glances over, than to the kids again.
Her attention is brought back to Trance, as she shakes her head slightly. “a mew fonths, now.” to the last, she just offers him that shy, sad little smile again. She knows exactly why he directed her [dirtymetis] away.
[Spirits] (give me a perception + alertness roll, diff 6)
to Rory, Trance-Dance
[Rory] [Per+alert]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 5, 7, 7, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Trance-Dance] (I gots good eyes! and one to Spare!! perc+alert, target 6)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Spirits] As the Garou start to walk away from the hot dog vendor, they will notice something a bit odd. The hot dog vendor goes back to work, muttering under his breath and shaking his head, complaining to the two Goths about the situation that just happened. He bends down to pick up a bag of buns that has the Whole Heart Foods logo on the plastic.
They can see out of the corner of their eyes, three boys between the ages of 8-11, dressed exactly as the same boys that left with the Soccer Mom, running pass them to the hot dog vendor – appearing rather confused.
“Hey, Mister.. have you seen our Mom. We can’t find her anywhere….” the eldest boy starts to ask, he seems fairly worried. The hot dog vendor just blinks, staring at the kid in confusion.
[Trance-Dance] ”Good to know I aint the only fresh….”
He stops, brows furrowing as he looks to the children that just ran up to the Vendor. It had been nagging him, that the kids would so easily taunt the rageful fianna at his side, when they usually responded badly to rage. He slows, and stops, looking from the children to Rory.
“I think something aint right… Where did…”
He starts looking around to see if he can spot the mother who left with the monsters in tow.
[Rory] She’s not listening to him any longer though, not really. She watches the children dash by, and tips her head, just in time to see the vendor pick up the bag of buns with a familiar logo – and not familiar in a good way. She blinks, and then touches Trance’s arm, before she heads back the other direction.
“…is wrong.”
Wrong, she says. Wyrm she means, when she looks to the buns, that could be tainted. This is a different Rory. This is a Rory on a mission, suddenly, and there is no hesitation now as she retraces their steps, heading straight for the cart – though her eyes are searching for the retreating mom and her ‘children’….
[Spirits] The Mother and the three little monsters have started to drift out of the sight of the Garou. Trance doesn’t see them – at first.
The hot dog vendor drops the packet of buns on the edge of the stand, running his hands over his face as he looks at the three boys. The vendor turns away, glancing around for the direction of the mother. “Holy shit… this isn’t my day.”
The three boys start to glance nervously around, the second youngest digs through the pockets of the oldest, pulling out a cell phone, and starts to call their mother. After a few rings… “She’s not picking up….”
As Rory starts to return to the cart, the three boys react to the press of her rage. Their eyes go wide and they back away, stumbling over themselves. The hot dog vendor does a double-take, he steps back from the cart, bumping into it. The Goths begin to move off – each with a hot dog in hand, not glancing back over their shoulders.
Rory is on a mission. She knows the situation with Whole Heart Foods – that the buns could possibly be tainted. She searches out for the mother that left with the three little monsters. She can’t seem them at first, but then a scream erupts from a nearby parking lot.
[Trance-Dance] Her sudden shift in demeanor catches him off guard, but he is quick enough on the uptake, nodding as he walks behind her, looking around for the mother. He lets her take the lead, following to her left. His left hand tight on his pack while his right go to the cap, pulling it down a little, just to make sure.
As the scream erupts, he raises his head, and without a word starts trotting towards that direction. Only if Rory starts running will he speed up, to stay close to the other.
[Rory] She sends the kids – the real kids scattering. The Vendor stumbles back, and then… the scream. She’s in motion instantly, and as she does so, she ‘accidentally’ bumps the cart, sending it – and more importantly – it’s contents flying. She casts the Vendor an apologetic look and then?
She’s off, running full on toward that scream. She apologize properly to the Vendor later. If she can.
[Spirits] Rory and Trance start to burst in to a full run at the sounds of the screams. It rises in a fevered pitch. It sounds very much like the woman they heard yelling at the hot dog vendor just a few minutes ago. A car alarm blares out as they begin to take a sharp turn around a line of high hedges that decorate part of a sidewalk.
As they reach the parking lot, a loud visceral howl breaks out over the blare of the alarm. “AAAAARRROOOO!!!” it sounds like the baying of dogs… or more importantly, guttural high pitch cries of irritation.
Another round of screams assaults the Garou’s ears, this time from a poor secretary that had the misfortune of walking out to her car. She starts to run away, diving into her car as one of the little monsters chased her down. The Garou will see the other two sitting in the SUV that was flashing its car alarm. The side doors open and one of the monsters was sitting in the driver’s seat, slamming his head down on the car horn repeatedly, and making driving motions.
[Spirits] The little monsters – now appear as malformed versions of the boys they had just witnessed. Large wide gaping jaws with two rows of serrated teeth, their ears jut out with elongated points, and their hands and feet have brandished claws. Small tufts of hair sprout from their knee joints and elbow joints. The hair on their heads grows wild and shaggy like little mini-glabros.
[Trance-Dance] Trance curses as he spots the little monsters. In the open like this, their options were limited at best. The glasswalker reacts on the little instinct he possesses however. His pack slung in a smooth motion to rest properly, and he reaches towards his back. Hands lipping in under the shirts edge as he pulls out a gold plated 1911 .45 with his left hand, and a short barreled sawed off with his right. There is no way he could have had them holstered there this entire time.
“You lead. Got yer back.”
Said in mid stride as the young theurge tries to encompass the situation. Rory has rage enough to be a full moon, and Trance hopes that she is.
[Rory] Little Monsters indeed.
Trance tells her to take the lead, and she is already a step ahead of him. This is where she excels. This is what she is good for. This is all she is good for in so many eyes. Here there is no hesitation, no fear, no shy smiles or blushing. Here? There is only war.
All it takes is a glance, and Rory is shifting – for two reasons. Clear the area of mundanes, and to [hopefully] make quick work of the little monsters themselves. It sounds like the braying of dogs, and soon giant paws hit the ground in full hispo form, fur as red and kinked as it is in her Monkey Skin, and she replies in the only language these kind understand.
Pure, unadulterated, all-consuming rage. It flows through her snarling growling demand they come fight someone their own size. Well. Sort of their own size, anyway.
She doesn’t wait though – and she goes for the one chasing the secretary first.
[Spirits] Rory’s snarling growl is answered with a raucous howl from the three little monsters. The two in the mini-van poke their heads out, raising their faces up to the sky and howling back. Saliva frothing at their mouths in a greenish foam as they start to climb out. One of the arms of the Mother flops out of the side of the van, drops of blood pooling in her palm, fingers curled as it begins to drip onto the asphalt.
The third little monster that was trying to beat his way into the secretary’s car, turns, straightens as it becomes alert. It hears the howls of his brothers and leaps off the ground, they run on all fours, heading towards Rory in a small pack formation.
[Trance-Dance] Trance understands the need to shift at times. Not his first instinct in the open, but as Rory starts to shift, he blinks. She doesn’t take the Crinos, but instead hispo. Trance has a fraction of a second to think about it before he is forced to react. His steps actually slow as he forces his body to change. Skin crack and expose fur, bones popping as they expand and reform.
In moments, he is wearing the crinos shape, still wielding the two weapons that seems to have been modified to be fired by the huge, clawed hands. No trigger guard on either. But it looks a little ridiculous as Trance aims the pistol towards the closest of the three monsters.
He closes his eyes for a second, and then his third eye pops open. Placed in the middle of his forehead, it seems to have a milky film over it, as if it was blind, but it tracks the closest monster clearly enough. He opens his other eyes and suppresses a howl, jaws snapping.
[Rory] Trance goes to Crinos behind her, but she does not turn. Her gaze is on the small Monsters that are coming together as a pack to face her down. She plants her paws in the ground, and waits for them, her green eyes glittering in challenge… as she gathers herself and howls her challenge at them.
This is where she comes alive…
[…and one other place, but that’s different, and let’s not get distracted now, Rory…]
[Spirits] (Roll Initiative)
[Spirits] Little Monsters 6+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Rory] [INITS! +8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Trance-Dance] [init +8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Spirits] Little Monsters
Rory
Trance
declare!
[Trance-Dance] ((Declare, Round 1
Reflexive: Activate Bottomless clip talen
1a. Shoot pistol at closest monster.(-2 split)
1b. Shoot pistol at closest monster (-3 split)
))
[Rory] [2 rage, split first action:
1a: bite lil monster
1b: bite lil monster
1R: bite lil monster
2R: bite lil monster – all on one, moving to two if/when 1 falls.]
[Spirits] Monster +1
Lock Jaw on Rory
R1 Bite (if lock jaw not work)
Monster +2
1a Bite Rory
1b Bite Rory
R1 Claw Trance
R2 Claw Trance
Monster+ 3
Action: Nom on Rory’s leg
R1 Claw Trance
R2 Claw Trance
[Spirits] (Change of Targets)
Monster +1
Lock Jaw on Rory
R1 Bite (if lock jaw not work)
Monster +2
1a Bite Rory
1b Claw Rory
R1 Claw Rory
Monster+ 3
Action: Nom on Trance
R1 Claw Trance
R2 Claw Trance
[Spirits] Monster +1 Lock Jaw on Rory
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 5, 5, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster +2
1a Bite on Rory -2 split
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Spirits] Bite Damage str+1
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Rory] Soak:
Sta+Hispo = 4+3=7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Spirits] 1 Claw on Rory -3 split
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Spirits] Claw damage str+1
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 4, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Rory] Soak:
Sta+Hispo = 4+3=7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Spirits] Bite on Trance
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 7, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Spirits] Damage str+ 1
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 1, 3 (Botch x 2 at target 6)
[Spirits] Hold on… forget the extra dice.
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Rory] Lil monster number 1? Die.
split 1: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -2 for split = 7 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Rory] REALLY REALLY DIE.
Damage: Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 3
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 1 soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Rory] Aw fuck THIS noise…. COME ON KAHSEENO!
split 2: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -3 for split = 6 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 6, 6, 8 (Success x 3 at target 5) [WP]
[Rory] SRSLY? DIIIIIIIIIIIIE
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 2
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 8, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Trance-Dance] (Spend Gnosis to activate The Slug Talen,
Change action, shoot lil monster chewing on Trance with shotgun +1 dif Dex + firearms )
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7) [WP]
[Trance-Dance] (Dam 8 + 4(Talen) + 1)
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[crow] ((*does the finger wiggle mojo magic trick on Kahseeno*))
[Trance-Dance] ((TO LATE! Kahseeno, you are a fickle BITCH!))
[Spirits] Monster 1 Rage 1 bite on Rory!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Spirits] Bite damage from 1
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Rory] Soak:
Sta+Hispo = 4+3=7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 2 rage1 claw attack on rory
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Spirits] Claw damage from 2
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rory] Soak:
Sta+Hispo = 4+3=7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 3 rage 1 bite Trance
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 6, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Spirits] bite from 3 on trance
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Spirits] (claw not bite… no one saw that)
[Trance-Dance] (8Kahseeno, I take it back! you are a harsch but fair mistress! I shall lay great sacrifice on your altar! I’ll offer up A crow and Spirits for you! ))
[Rory] R1 (of 2) on Number 1 – Kahseeno? DONT BE A WHORE.
Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2= 9 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Rory] Better – now DO IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT.
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 6
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 1 soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 3 rage 2 claw Trance
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Spirits] Damage to Myself +3
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Spirits] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Spirits] Next Round!
Monster 1 – 6agg
Monster 2 – ok!
Monster 3 – ok!
Rory – 1 agg
Trance – ok
[Rory] R2
Next verse, same as the Last Verse! Numbah one – DIE.
Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2= 9 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Rory] DONT BE A WHORE KAHSEENO!
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 3
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 1 soak
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Spirits] New Init rolls, please.
[Trance-Dance] [init +8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Spirits] little Monsters 6+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5
[Rory] Inits – THIS TIME LIKE YA KNOW WHAT YA DOING RORY.+8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Spirits] Rory
Trance
Little Monsters!
Monster 1
1a Bite Rory
1b Bite Rory
R1 bite rory if not dead
Monster 2 –
1a Noms on Rory
1b Noms on Rory
r1 drooling on Rory
Monster 3
Action: Noms on Trance
R1 claws Trance
[Trance-Dance] ((Delcare, round 2
Reflexive: Gnosis to activate The Slug talen
1. Shoot monster 3 with shotgun!
))
[Rory] [Round 2: 2 rage, split first action
1a: bite 1
1b: bite 1 – moving to 2 if 1 dies
1r: bite 2
2r: bite 2 STOP DROOLING ON ME.]
[Rory] Alright Kahseeno – LETS DO THIS.
split 1: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -2 for split = 7 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 6, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2
[Rory] LIKE WE MEAN IT!
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 4
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[Spirits] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 1 : x_x
[Spirits] Monster 1 rage revive!!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Spirits] Rerolling with proper difficulty
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 6, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Rory] NUMBER TWO! I’ma COMING FO… Well fuck me. NUMBER ONE! YOU WILL DIE.
split 2: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -3 for split = 6 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Rory] FOR GOOD THIS TIME!
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 2
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 5, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 1 soak I want to diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 1 is officially dead!
[Trance-Dance] (Gnosis to activate talen. Shooting ze monster 3 in the FACE! )
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]
[Trance-Dance] (Dam 8 + 4 + 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 5, 6, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 3 soak
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 2 bite on Rory -2split
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 6, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Spirits] Bite damage from 2
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Rory] Soak:
Sta+Hispo = 4+3=7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 2 bite on Rory -3split
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Spirits] Bite damage on Rory from 2
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rory] Soak:
Sta+Hispo = 4+3=7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 5, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 3 bite on Trance
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Spirits] Bite damage on trance
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Trance-Dance] (Bite me will you?! SOAK! )
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rory] Rage 1 of 2!
LETS DO THIS!
Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2= 9 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 5, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Rory] Oh come ON Kahseeno! don’t be a whore!
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 2 Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 2 Rage! drooling on Rory
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Spirits] Damage from drool on rory
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Rory] EW! STOPPIT!
Soak:
Sta+Hispo = 4+3=7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 3 claw on trance
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Spirits] Damage on Trance
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Trance-Dance] ((Oh, time to pay the piper! SOAK!))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Rory] R 2 of 2 – DIE NUMBER TWO! KAHSEENO. QUITEBEINGAWHORE.
Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2= 9 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5) Re-rolls: 3
[Rory] THATS RIGHT! NOW DO IT LIKE YA MEAN IT!
Damage:
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 6
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 11 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 2 soak
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Spirits] Rory – 1 agg
Trance – 3 agg
Monster 2 – incap
Monster 3 – ok!
Same initis as last time!
Monster 3… running away!
[Trance-Dance] (Declare
1a. Shoot monster with pistol!
1b. Shoot monster with pistol!
)
[Rory] You ain’t runnin NOWHERE.
Split first action, and you guessed it – 2 rage.
1a. bite 3
1b. bite 3
1R. bite 3
2r. Bite 3 – DIE DAMMIT DIE.
[Rory] CHOMPITY!
split 1: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -2 for split = 7 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 5) [WP]
[Rory] Damage: DIE
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 5
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 3 soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3 (Botch x 2 at target 6)
[Rory] OH COME ON.
split 2: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -3 for split = 6 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Rory] DONT BE A WHORE KAHSEENO!
Damage:
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 3
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 3 soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 3 Rage revive!!!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Trance-Dance] (Uhh… Frenzied? I think not! Die punk die! -2 split pewpew)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Trance-Dance] (Dam 5 + 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 3 soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Spirits] Monster 2 incap
Monster 3 dead
[Rory] Coup de grace: DIE NUMBER 2.
Straight Damage: 9
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Spirits] [end combat!]
[Spirits] Three rounds…
In the time it takes for the little monsters to engage Rory and Trance, most of the parking lot has cleared out. The secretary sped off in her car, nearly causing an accident as she left in an extreme state of fright that will have her visiting a Shrink for the next ten years or more. The Mother lays bleeding in the back of her mini-van, the pool of blood dripping from her fingers has grown larger over the course of time.
The little monsters lay strewn about the ground – torn asunder by Rory’s vicious bites. The first one’s attempt to jaw lock Rory failed miserably, its irritation growing as it resorts to trying to bite her, the second follows suit, focusing on the Fianna as they try to bring her down with maddening brute force… that is resisted all the way. She is barely nibbled and drooled on… the green frothy spittle burning through her fur a little, but not enough to leave a scratch.
Trance seems to have the worst of the luck as the third and smallest of the brood tries to chew and claw its way all over the Metis. It manages to defend himself, switching out his pistol for the shotgun. But it clear the other weapon might have been a better choice. In the end all, he is rewarded with a killing blow on one of the monsters, as Rory steals all the thunder with a Coup de Grace on the second little shit after bringing it down to incapacitation.
[Trance-Dance] Trance has never been much of a fighter, and he lacks the instinctual fighting behaviour of most of the garou. His natural reaction is to retain his firearms, even when changing forms. Tonight, it nearly cost him his life. Nearly, but not quite. And for the Garou, that was as close to total victory as they could come.
Rory had been a whirlwind of destruction, tearing the little monsters to shreds, where Trance had tried to use the weapons of man to do his work. In the end, the two Garou stood alive.
Trance moves quickly, shifting down to homid, he starts to move the bodies of the three fomori away from the parking lot, toward the nearest crop of trees that would hide them for a little while.
[Rory] She stands over the body of the last little shit, snarling and ready for him to rise again, ready to bite again, vibrating with want, need to destroy the wyrm all on her lonesome if need be…
they stop rising, they stop moving, they do nothing but bleed. She remains there, paws planted, Hispo form trembling for a moment, before with a vicious shake of her fur, she shakes it all off…. and melts down into her Monkey Skin once more.
Her rage is gone, her injury a minor irritation, all but ignored. Trance grabs the bodies, and Rory moves to check on the Mother, and see if she lives.
[Spirits] Rory moves off to the mini-van to check on the mother. Fortune smiled on the woman this day, that the Garou had managed to come in time to distract and draw the little monster away from her. She is alive, if barely… medical attention will be needed if anyone bothers to call.
Trance manages to find a place to hide them, a dumpster seems to serve the purpose as he can’t find any trees.
[Rory] She finds the woman alive – if barely. She checks the wounds, to see if they can be passed off as human made – because if not…
Well. if not, then Fortune will no longer smile this way….
[Spirits] Deep lacerations cover the woman’s throat and shoulders, appearing as bite marks. Thick lines from claws tear down her arms…
[Rory] There’s no way. None. She sighs softly, and with a swift movement, snaps the woman’s neck, and goes to add her to the dumpster.
To Trance, a soft. “Burn?” To at least hide them for a while longer… even as she looks to the sky in hopes the threatening thunder means what it promises – Rain to wash away the rest of the evidence….
[Trance-Dance] ”Yeah, burn… The woman?”
But he doesnt really need to ask, knowing, or at least suspecting the outcome for the poor human.
“Thank you. That was nasty.”
Claw marks on his chest where the little monster had cut deep. Blood soaking his shirt slowly. Nothing fatal that a few days wont fix up.
[Rory] (Create Element – Fire! Burn baby Burn!)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]
[Rory] In reply, she simply dumps the woman into the dumpster next to the others. She concentrates a moment, on the trash in the dumpster, and soon white hot fire bursts into being, and starts to make work of the bodies within. It’s not the best solution, but it’ll have to do for now. She watches it carefully, ready to put it out with water the moment it can be done so as to raise the least amount of suspicion.
She nods, slightly, her smile again a shy, fleeting thing, her green eyes peeking up at him through her curls. “Po nroblem.” It is, after all, what she does.
[Trance-Dance] He steps back as the dumpster catches on fire. He helps her with the woman. Not much to do indeed. A glance, and he kicks the dumpster, kicking a hole where rust had eaten through the metal, then he closes the lid. The flames will be fueled by the air coming from underneath, and the lid will make sure the temperature gets as high as possible. At least this he knows how to deal with.
“Not what I had in mind I must say, when I was speaking of having Chinese….”
A deep breath, and he adjusts his pack with a shake of his head.
“Ya managed to avoid their poison?”
The green froth of the monsters looked poisonous enough.
[Rory] She tips her head, and looks down at herself, running fingers over the bite marks in her side, and then shrugs with a nod.
“Sink tho.” If she starts to feel the effects, she’ll resist it with confidence and ease anyway.
She tucks her curls behind an ear, only to have the spring forward once more. It’s not easy to reconcile this Rory, this shy blushing submissive being, with the one who destroyed the majority of the little monsters with such ease. Very, very odd indeed.
“Can cleanse?” She gestures toward the dumpster, and then shrugs. She doesn’t know how…
[Trance-Dance] He looks to the dumpster, then shakes his head.
“No, but Ill go get someone who can, if the Glasswalkers are still in the city. There should be someone at the caern who could come help with them.”
He flips the shotgun open and pulls out the two intricately carved, spent shells. Talen bullets. That had done little difference. He grabs another pair from his pack and reloads the gun before he replaces the awakened weapon where it had come from, becoming a tattoo on his small back.
“I could use some healing anyway. This fucker burns. No poinson the claws luckily.”
[Rory] She nods, slightly. And studies his injury briefly, before she realizes she’s staring, and then she ducks her head away again, that blush creeping up over her bloodstained face.
“I’ll wait.”
She reaches to lift the lid and peek inside, and judging the burned mess done enough, she concentrates again, and creates the water to put the fire out again…
[Create Element, take two!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Trance-Dance] She stares at him, and he glances down at his bloody shirt, then chuckles, shaking his head.
“Not a pretty sight, is it?”
He reaches up, and pulls of his cap, wiping sweat from his brow. That third eye with the milky film that seems to cover it fully open, staring straight at Rory even as he has his other two eyes closed. It isn’t blind, following her movements. He reaches up and puts the cap back on, pulling it down deep over his brow to hide the eye once more.
“Ill give em a call, see if they respond.”
He pulls up an Iphone from a pocket and dials a number. A few moments later, he hangs up after giving an adress and telling they need help with a cleansing.
“They are coming… We should wait til they get here.”
[Rory] She peeks up at that third eye, curiously, and then finally, softly dares question…
“Metis?”
Even as she readies herself to be blasted for doing exactly that.
[Trance-Dance] Trance blinks, actually trying to look up at his own forehead, making him look really cross-eyed. She can almost imagine the third eye looking down at the other two as he does it. Then his attention is on her again, and he nods.
“Yeah, sorry. Should have said earlier. Didn’t mean to hide it or get above myself.”
Its clear in the way that he shrinks back from Rory that he half expects her to trounce him for not telling her before.
“Listen, ill… Ill stay here and wait for the clean-up team… You don’t have to stick around, so no one will see ya with me. I don’t wanna cause ya any trouble.”
[Rory] She shakes her head vigorously, her smile shy, and knowing as she waves off his talking and excuses and points to herself. “Te moo.”
Her voice is soft, so as not to carry, as she waits with him still. “Tongue Twister, Cliath Mull Foon. Bogeyman.”
[Trance-Dance] His brow furrows a little as he takes what she says, rips it apart and re-assembles it.
“Te… You too? But you.. I mean the… Really?”
He makes some gestures with his had towards her, trying to define that thing about her that stands out, her lineage.
“Damn… Wouldn’t have guessed… I’m Trance-Dance, cliath Theurge, glasswalker.”
And he smiles at her, still blinking in disbelief.
[Rory] She nods, and flushes and points to her mouth shyly. “Wy mords get…” she gestures with her hand, unable to get it out, but the meaning should be clear enough regardless. She mixes her words up. It’s obvious. It’s also obvious she never knows when it happens.
“Deformity.”
One of them.
[Trance-Dance] He nods, finally understanding, and he crouches down, looking up at her. Intrigued now, nervosity slowly draining away.
“Well, ya seen mine… one of em anyway. Not too bad. So ya thought I was one of em traditionals? Is that why ya acted like ya did back there?”
A motion with one hand towards the place where they had met.
[Rory] She blushes, brightly, shifting her weight nervously, as she rubs at the side of her nose absently, before shrugs, absently.
“Maybe?” then, admitted, softly. “Am shy.”
To the extreme.
[Trance-Dance] “Yeah… I am too. But I ramble instead. Ya might have noticed.”
Said with a grin.
“Eh, who’m I kidding? I ramble anyway.”
He chuckles a little, then shakes his head.
“Listen… I just got back. I left a while back to seek something umbrally, only.. time sorta pulled a fast one on me. I don’t have anything going on really. If ya like, I would still wanna treat ya to a meal. Ya saved my ass back there. The least I could do”
[Rory] She peeks up at him, and then back to the ground, and nods, slightly, with that same shy little grin, agreeing that he can treat her to a meal still.
“I know a whace plere we can clean up.” a beat. “and eat.”
For free, even, and safe, which in their condition at the moment is a a good thing.
[Trance-Dance] ”Sounds like a plan to me. So uhh.. what do you prefer? Rory, or tongue-twister?”
He looks up at the sound of a car. It stops nearby, and a minute later, three suits appear. Glasswalkers clean-up team. The theurge looks over the two, then to the dumpster. Trance nods, moving back a little.
“Ya got it from here boss?”
He makes a motion to Rory, beckoning her to follow him away as the three start going about their gritty business.
“Come on, lets be off. They got it from here… I don’t wanan get in their way.”
[Rory] She shrugs, slightly, as either works for her – as long as it’s not said with fists and claw and teeth and punishment. Her names are well earned – she survived and she excelled. Rory and Tongue Twister. They are both part of who she is.
She follows him as he moves away, and she points toward the Vendor’s, where she’d upended the cart. “I… teed no say sorry. Help him.”
If he’s still there.
[Trance-Dance] Trance looks towards where they left, nodding.
“Sure thing. I can make sure he aint to upset about it.”
He moves with her towards the overturned cart. Digging in his pocket and pulling up a gold plated money clip in the shape of a Chinese dragon, its jaws around a nice wad of bills
“Ya know what they say… money talks, bullshit walks…”
[Rory] She blinks at the money – its more than she’s ever seen in one place, truth be told, and she nods, slightly, and starts toward the cart.
Once there, she bends to help pick up some stuff, quietly and quickly stashing some of the buns into her pocket, so that she can have them tested later. She offers a shy smile toward the Vendor. “Sorry.”
A pause, and though she keeps her head down, so that he can’t see the blood over her face, the darkness hiding that on her clothing, and her own seeping wound. “Tripped.”
“I fan cix it.”
The vendor, well he has a soft spot for Rory, ever since Ray first brought her over. She’s always so shy, and adorable when her words mix up, and though she makes him feel uncomfortable for some reason, now she is just a girl, with no rage, and a shy smile. And he waves away her apologies with his trademark smile.
[Trance-Dance] Trance tries to do the same, keeping out fo the mans sight, making sure Rory is between them so the Vendor is occupied elsewhere as he helps to right rhe cart up. The vendor will find a couple of hundred dollar bills tucked away in one of the compartments later, and quite possibly a mysterious helping hand with that little tax issue the IRS has been bugging him about. A little salve to soothe and help memory along better paths.
When they are finished, Trance moves off a little bt, waiting for rory to join him. His bleeding has stopped. One of the very few advantages to their birth, the healing even in human skin.
“So, where’s this place at ya mentioned? And is there a shower there? “
Priorities.
[Rory] Once they’ve helped him, and Rory is sure that the Vendor will still serve her the best hot dogs in the city, she moves away to join Trance with a shy little smile. “Brotherhood. Is place for us, showers and rorm doom for those in need.”
She looks down at herself and wrinkles her nose, before glancing at him too and nodding. “Ne weed.”
[Trance-Dance] “Brotherhood? never heard of it. Ya sure its alright? I mean, are we welcome there? Who runs it?”
He walks easily beside her, letting her lead the way, but stays at her side, this time without having that wierd feeling about it.
[Rory] She nods, slightly. “Fianna.” Of course. Why wouldn’t the Fianna run a pub/hospitality type establishment? She rubs her nose, and leads the way, her steps easy, long, and graceful even now.
“Restaurant stown dairs, and for us upstairs. Dorm, lowers, shaundry, food.” A beat, and a slight grin, because clearly he doesn’t need it. “Free. For us.”
[Trance-Dance] ”Ahh that sounds great. Never been to a fianna bar before. I hear good things, well, I would have anyway, if I ever went to one.”
He gris a little at her, keeping up easily enough.
“Where is it at? Is it far?”
[Rory] She shakes her head, slightly. “Cear Naern.”
Not too far, really. She’s still quiet, and soft spoken, and oh so achingly shy, especially knowing that her words are always so messed up, and confusing.
[Trance-Dance] He nods, walking with her. Its only a short walk to the Caern, but he still manages to talk her ears off on the way. After the shower, she will find a small note among her clothes, with a phone number and an email address, and a small handwritten message on the back simply stating she should call him for that meal sometime.