[Edwin Morr] ((Okay, quit playin’ Kahseeno. Let’s try the Houdini bit…
Dex+Stealth+Fox, diff = 6))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Children of Wrath] “You know, people used to believe that ailments caused by bad blood could be cured by bleeding them out,” he says.
He looks at her. Really looks, hard and long, for a time that should not be as long as it is. Once over, over perfect limbs and flawless, impeccable breeding. Just another mare, just another creature to be kept in a stable. And that’s all she seemed to be relocated to. He inhales, slowly, tastes the air and chinese food that seems to stay there.
“Do you really want to hear my salespitch? Or are you looking for an excuse for what happened?”
[activating persuasion, weeeee persuasion.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 5, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Gabriella Bellamonte] One side of her mouth pulled back further than the other, the expression conflicted and thoughtful both. Hands that had been still at her sides lifted and folded over her chest, appearing protective and withdrawing more than impatient, as such posture typically does.
She’s quiet for a little bit, then when she speaks her voice is quiet, reluctant.
“They are one in the same, aren’t they..?”
[Edwin Morr] In this night, in this place, a place where hedonism and vice knew little inhibition, a creature of darkness and malice takes notice of the odd meeting upon the bench. Its form was a blur, every line fuzzy and indistinct, giving it an air of figment or perhaps dream as it made its way along the alleyways of the blighted city. An oddly amalgamated box of what seemed Lo Mein noodles was held in one hand, while the steady dance of chopsticks between dexterous fingers more used to holding knives was a steady swish of balsa wood in the darkness.
Just such a creature happens to pass nearby, and stops still as it hears Gabriella’s voice. It knew that voice… It knew that person. And even if it didn’t, secrets were their own reward. So it was that, in spite of the widening lidless eye of the Moon overhead, the blurry form puts down the box of Lo Mein on a nearby fire escape…
Before wordlessly creeping closer, melting from one shadow into the next, with its hands in its pockets and a liar’s grin upon its lips.
((That’s 5+ suxx at diff 7 to catch him in the act))
[Children of Wrath] [What the Hell, it might happen!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[Gabriella Bellamonte] [In a frozen over hell…]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Children of Wrath] [Manip+leadership… what a tale it is!, 7 (because it’s hard… ish) -1 diff. ]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]
[Children of Wrath] [Heh, no, let’s try this again.]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 7) [WP]
[Children of Wrath] [FOR THE LOVE OF MARY]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 8) [WP]
[Children of Wrath] [bah! Screw it, I’m done *LOL*]
[Children of Wrath] [And PB for Edwin’s sake]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 4, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Children of Wrath] “Let’s be honest, here: we both love Gaia. Vehemently, ardently, in ways that are astounding,” he speaks quietly, confidently. Not like he’s giving a salespitch, but that he actually believes this. Conviction. With such conviction, “and for awhile, I genuinely, genuinely believed that the only way to serve Gaia was to defend her against corruption. And I still believe that… the only problem is, however, that we’ve been taught wrong, Gabriella.”
A pause.
“It’s not destruction that we should fear, it’s stagnation. It’s the Weaver- look at this place. Look at it. Do you think, for a second, that this is what our mother, the one we love and want to protect, wants? That’s the corruption we should be fighting. It’s not decay we should fear, it’s not destruction, it’s stagnation.”
He inhales, and he watches her, and he’s not trying to convince himself of this, he’s relaying this information as though it is all beautiful, unadulterated fact. Straight from the lips of princes and traitors.
“The concept of calling one’s self Gaian garou, versus not is stupid, in that we’re all fighting to help Her. We’re all fighting for Her… if anything, people like your sister, people like her pack, people like those at Maelstrom and everywhere else, have no idea what they are doing. The supposed saviors of Gaia throw their kin under the bus, neglect their own, and thrive in this scab.”
He inhales again, and gains composure. Or maybe it’s all just a really… really… really good act. The fact of the matter is, however, that this is all a zealot’s fanaticism. All beautiful and lovely, however, so contrary to what they’re taught. It’s a little more believable to Edwin, though.
“That’s what happened at the coffee shop. It was culmination of poor teaching and overzealous followers.”
[Gabriella Bellamonte] She listened to Grant speak in tones that were low enough that the underpopulated street heard nothing of it, but were clear enough for Gabriella (and Edwin, the unnoticed observer[bystander]) to hear him just fine. Her arms curled more snugly about her chest, like she was smothering something inside of it.
She listened carefully, and her expression switched from conflicted to introspective to stony, back and forth like a strobe light, flowing and swirling and melding all into one.
When he fell quiet, finished with his speech/explanation, Gabriella had nothing to contribute. No rebuttals, no questions, no agreeing. Just silence, the stunned kind, like when someone tears open the blinds to your hotel room to show you that the world had caught aflame and the end days have fallen upon your head.
Finally, slowly, she licked at her lips and switched her weight between her feet. Her eyes fell to the bench she’d been sitting on, then lower to the needle broken on the ground. A large fraction of her mind wished she’d accepted the man’s offer before and put some kind of drug in her vein. It could have been arsenic and she may very well have been okay with that.
“…I haven’t seen Katherine since she told me about John… So insistent to claim me, yet she doesn’t even care where I sleep. Edward, I don’t even know if he lives still.”
[Edwin Morr] From the darkness, the creature called Edwin Morr leans quietly against a wall in the shadow of a dumpster… Watching with shaded countenance the whole of the other one’s speech.
His eyes were narrowed, narrowed to near slits as a devil’s grin spreads still wider across sharply forgettable features. Meanwhile, his hands remain in the pockets of the brown denim work coat so a part of Edwin’s unique fashion sense.
His look was that of an inspired tormentor, one whose sole glee would come upon the pain of his victims… The only thing missing was the tail, horns… and pitchfork. Vincent Price himself would have been proud of such a grin. It was the stuff of children’s nightmares.
Still, Edwin remains silent, still, and watchful… In spite of the white knuckled fist curled within the denim work coat’s pocket.
[Children of Wrath] “It’s a shame,” he says, “because I believe she might care more, or be slightly mor einvested in you and her family, if she realized that we don’t need to fight a war on two fronts.”
It’s softer. More conforting than he realized, or intended. Maybe he did intend for it to be what it was. Grant seemed sympathetic. He slipped his hands into his pockets, and stood upright. To Edwin, he was some other Silver Fang. He was just another creature of regal bearing, of downright noble breeding and nefarious intentions.
But something about him seemed… convinced. In his heart, he believed that he was right.
“If she doesn’t care where you sleep, why do you stay?”
[Gabriella Bellamonte] “I don’t.”
The answer was clipped, even through the fog of whatever bad blooded influence she was under tonight. Her arms switched how she had them folded about, hands tucked into the undersides of her sleeves to warm them. The day had been warm, up in the higher parts of the sixties, but when night came so did the cool and the clouds. Her legs would chill, her fingers would as well. For now she was fine, but subconsciously she’d tucked her hands away because her fingers were growing cold.
“When she carried the news of John’s death to me, she decided she would reclaim me when she had been the one to cast me out. I told her no– that I wouldn’t return. She grew violent and left. That is the end. She believes I am hers, I believe otherwise.”
[Children of Wrath] [I have a proposition for you. Charisma+leadership]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 3, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[Edwin Morr] Edwin watches and waits, debating with himself whether discretion the better part of valor or no. In the meanwhile, he listens, he watches… He keeps tabs and gathers intel…
In short, he busies himself reading the one called Grant like a book…
((Fatal Flaw [wp]))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5) [WP]
[Children of Wrath] “If you don’t stay, then leave. You are here, still. You linger, still. You’re sitting in a place that obviously isn’t good for you… so leave. Come with me,” he says. He seems to mean the best for her. Such a convincing, convicted creature.
He looked at her, with her fingers growing cold and his attention unwavering. Grant inhaled slowly, took in the scent in the air. Made him smile; the moon was heading towards full. The Galliard was looking forward to this, to say the least.
“We’ll leave, you’ll be safe.. this city’s not a place for kinfolk, Gabriella. You deserve a fate greater than living, breeding, and dying in a scab. Just… leave with me.”
[Gabriella Bellamonte] The city’s not a place for Kinfolk, he tells her. She’d seen those who prosper here, those who make a point of keeping pistols in their purses, who will charge into a battle rather than turn and flee. She’d met Kinfolk who love the action, who relish in it. She’d found them insane.
Leave with me, he said, and something akin to pain and uncertainty and a jolt of something else (excitement? maybe?) seemed to flash across her face. She glanced over her shoulder toward the right, up the street, as though she half-expected to see someone walking her way. Someone who strolled with a gait of almost drunken confidence, who rarely wore a shirt but always had a leather jacket, with bad tattoos and a face of a woman gone inked onto his chest, with a hooked nose, greasy hair, and the largest (missing) chunk of her affection.
She bit at the inside of her lip, started with: “But he…,” but cut herself off. Absurd, he was gone.
Her shoulders sank some, and she looked back to Grant, and felt largely grateful that the flimsy little wood bench was still between them.
“Leave with you where? They’ll track me.”
Assuming they notice.
[Rory] np
[Edwin Morr] ((Sneaky fella
Dex+ Stealth+Fox, diff = 6, stealth specialized
Hail Kahseeno!))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] ((Very funny.
I can do better than that.))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 7) Re-rolls: 3
[Children of Wrath] “North,” he says it like it’s some important place.
He has no idea he’s about the get interrupted. At about this time, however, Teagan has grown tired of being in the bar. He seems to stall for a second, as if he’s having a conversation elsewhere…
[Edwin Morr] And with that, Edwin ghosts up behind the man, that devil’s grin on his face still as he pulls his hand from his pocket. Strangely, it comes out holding a long bladed fillet knife… Appearing almost as though by magic, even in this blurred state, from the pocket from which it obviously should have protruded.
Something silver glints in the dim light, as the shadowy, wispy form lets the sharpened edge of the blade rest against Grant’s throat. The pressure was not enough to really hurt him… But tears of crimson would begin welling almost immediately from where the blade touched.
A simple sneeze, naught more, would leave Grant drowning in his own blood.
A low, quiet voice is heard behind his ear, the mid-range drawl carrying a tone of warning… And perhaps, a request? Almost as though giving the other man a grin from ear to ear suited Edwin’s finer sensibilities to a tee.
“Don’ reckon so, Silver Fool….
Seems ta me, yer uh few bricks short’a load. An’ I hear tell’s bad idea ta leave y’all ta yer own devices ta go makin’ flipper babies.”
[Children of Wrath] (okay, loves, I’m going to allow one more series of posts, then we need to go to initiatives. Sorry!)
[Edwin Morr] ((As a side note, Edwin’s been talking with Rory on the totemphone; he’d have hollered at the pack for backup before moving in on Grant. And given they have their packhouse in Chinatown…
I can’t imagine she’d be too terribly far off.))
to Children of Wrath, Gabriella Bellamonte, Rory
[Katherine Bellamonte] A Silver Fang like Katherine Bellamonte doesn’t simply turn up in a location such as this on a whim. No, no. There must be a reason for it, even if, amongst her other duties and obligations, it seemed the lesser evil of many she’d been attending to of late. She had only just recently buried another of her tribe — the caretaker, as it were, of the Kinfolk in question this evening —
The Kinfolk, it seemed, for one Truth’s Meridian, that was and would forever be in question.
There is a disturbance in the air, the pin-prickling sensation of one stepping from the Umbra. There is the decisive clack of finely wrought heels pressing against hard ground and there is that delicious aroma of purity gathering itself tall, weaving around the figure that is, unlike the Ragabash, presenting herself before the enemy square and center with a questing stone pressed to her palm.
The eyes were chips of pale ice; brilliant and clear. The head canted in accordance with a fall of golden hair across the throat.
“That’s not yours.” Crisp, chiding. Underlain with fury.
[Rory] Totemphone. She had dropped everything the moment the call had come – it’s no secret that she holds Edwin in near idolized esteem, as Alpha and as friend, as brother, as pack. She even left her backpack in her room, which is something she rarely does.
She is swift, she is sure of foot, she knows these streets like the back of her hand – and she is not far away. She slows before entering the street, taking in the scene before she makes any move at all..
She’s not the sneakiest of bogeyman, but she is well used to sticking to the shadows, to avoiding notice as she slinks down the street in answer to her Alpha’s call.
Here.
[Edwin Morr] Watch m’back. I’ma be mighty put out if’n I get bumrushed from behin’.
to Rory
[Rory] There is the sense of agreement, even without words as she studies the scene, and watches his back…
to Edwin Morr
[Children of Wrath] “This is the problem,” he says, and the fairly attractive, rather tainted male speaks to the icy blonde near him as well as the man at his back, “people feel the need to be one, insulting, and two, state the obvious. You, must be the illustrious Katherine Bellamonte, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I wish it would have been in more favorable circumstances.”
Silver Fang breeding to the bitter end. Old habits die too hard, and they seem to get a healthy dose of etiquette as children. Not even walking the spiral can make someone lose their formalities.
At about that time, it becomes apparent that they are not alone. Not at all. The door opens from the nearby bar, and there is a female leaving. She looks lithe, strong, unusually resilient. She doesn’t survey the situation, doesn’t say much at all, except let out a long, piercing cry. It’s a chilling, awful sound.
She wastes no time, and rends the Veil accordingly. She could deal with the repercussions later.
[Children of Wrath] [Grant: +6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6
[Children of Wrath] [Teagan: +17]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Edwin Morr] ((Init + 7))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6
[Rory] [+6 – Homid]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Katherine Bellamonte] The Philodox gives no such quarter. A corner of her lip curls.
“Filth.”
She spits.
[+7]
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Er, with dice this time!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Gabriella Bellamonte] 6
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Children of Wrath] Gabbie
Grant
Edwin
Rory
Katherine
Teagan
(okay, loves, declare in this order, roll in the opposite, please!)
[Gabriella Bellamonte] Action: Walk away
[Children of Wrath] Grant: action -1 rage (snapshift to hispo)
(all actions devoted to defensive action. 3 splits, 1 rage)
[Edwin Morr] ((
Reflexives: Resist Pain (1wp), snap shift Crinos (1r), extra action(1r)
Base Action: Split
S1: Slit Grant’s throat
S2: Stab Grant
R1: Stab Grant
))
[Rory] Teagan doesn’t waste any time, and neither does Rory. She spins around, and while the Spiral rends the veil, the Fianna does her best to rend her…
[2 rage – one for instashift to Hispo – split first action
1a. Bite
1b. Bite
1R. Bite – All on teagan]
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Snapshift to Hispo (-1 Rage)
Reflexive: Resist Pain is a go, Luna’s Armor is a go
1a. Bite Teagan
1b. Bite Teagan
1c. Bite Teagan
R1. Bite again
R2. Bite again]
Luna’s Armor!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Hee. Durr hurr. No Gnosis and Rage at once. Just RP!]
[Children of Wrath] Teagan: -1 rage (instahispo), -1 rage (wyrm hide)
action!
1a: bite Katherine
1b: bite Katherine
1c: Bite katherine
r1: bite Katherine (sorry, Kate!)
[Children of Wrath] [Bite 1!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2
[Children of Wrath] [damage!]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Children of Wrath] Next!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Children of Wrath] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Children of Wrath] Last one?
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 9 (Failure at target 5) [WP]
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Bite Teagan! Dex + Brawl + Perun (-3 Split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Damage + Hispo + 5]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[Children of Wrath] [Soak?]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Bite, the Second!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Damage + 4]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Children of Wrath] [Soak?]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 4, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Bite, the Third!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Damage + 3]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Children of Wrath] [Soak one more time!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 6, 8, 8, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Rory] You ain’t so tough What kinda name is Teagan anyway?! – HAIL KAHSEENO!
CHOMIPITY
split 1: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -2 for split = 7 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 8, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Rory] Damage: DO IT LIKE YA MEAN IT!
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 3
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Children of Wrath] [Soak?]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Rory] Really, Kahseeno? DONT BE A WHORE.
split 2: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -3 for split = 6 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 4, 5, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5) [WP]
[Rory] Damage: You bitch, Kahseeno! BITE HER.
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 1
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Rory] (…..)
[Edwin Morr] ((S1: Slit Grant’s Throat
Dex + Melee – Split(2), diff = 4 -2(Rear) +2(Called Shot) = 4, Dex specialized
Hail Kahseeno))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 4) Re-rolls: 1
[Children of Wrath] [Grant: changing action, go ahead and roll damage]
[Edwin Morr] ((S1: Damage
Strength + Knife(1) + Called Shot(2) + Extra Suxx(2), diff = 6
Hail Kahseeno!))
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Children of Wrath] [Soak?]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] ((S2: Stab Grant
Dex + Melee – Split(3), diff = 4, Dex specialized))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 4)
[Edwin Morr] ((S2: Damage
Strength + Knife, diff = 6
Hail Kahseeno!))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Children of Wrath] [and soak?]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 7, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Children of Wrath] Nom Kate!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 2, 5, 5, 5, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Children of Wrath] [Damage?]
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Ouch! Bitch!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Rage Bite the 1st!]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Damage + 4]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Children of Wrath] [Soak?\
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 7, 7, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Rage the 2nd]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 5)
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Damage + 5]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 5, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Children of Wrath] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Children of Wrath] [rage back!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 8) [WP]
[Rory] Ok. Redemption. MAKE IT COUNT DAMMIT!
Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2= 9 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Rory] ok KAHSEENO! FINISH HER!
Damage:
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 5
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[Children of Wrath] [soak?]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] After the battle, Edwin’s black furred form melts back into that of the forgettable man with the dark grin, holding the same fillet knife in his hand that seemed to magically shrink back to size with him. Then, wiping the blood off the blade onto Grant’s unconscious form, the blade disappears back inside the not-big-enough pocket whence it came.
After a moment, he turns to Rory and considers her with a shaded gaze. While looking her over, as though to check for obvious wounds, his mid-range drawl is heard again.
“Y’alright doll?”
Then, while waiting for her answer, he calmly starts pulling off his belt… In the process placing yet another knife and a multi-tool in the other pocket of his coat. The belt is looped tightly around Grant’s ankles before being buckled tight. A brief frown crosses the forgettably sharp features as he begins to consider how to finish trussing up the fallen Spiral.
[Rory] It begins… and then just as quickly, it is over, and Rory stands over the body of Teagan. She tips her head – fur as red and kinked as her hair is in homid, and then back again. For Edwin, there’s a gruesome, wolfish – and somehow shy at the same time – grin, as she melts back down into Monkey Skin.
“Good.”
[Edwin Morr] ((fade Edwin))
[Katherine Bellamonte] The Philodox shimmers back from her Hispo form; a great white furred beast that slims down into skin and bone and clothing once more. She is braced, Truth’s Meridian, one palm flat to the ground where a paw had held her place. She rises from her haunches, her coat gathering against her body; her mouth still bloodied and red around her lips, stained with the fallen’s blood.
She wipes it away, grimacing in distaste and looks down to the trussed form, the other, the dead and gone form.
“We should take him back to Balance Without Fault-rhya,” she resolves quietly, a grim sort of satisfaction evident on her tongue; before pale eyes sweep the surroundings for sign of Gabriella. “The Kinfolk shall need to be tested for corruption, too.”
[Children of Wrath] [okay loves, I am out! thank you again for playing, y’all!]