[Sacrifices] Night has fallen hours past. Much of the city is asleep and the parts that are not? Well, those are the parts no sane person would willingly approach. The only thing is… Not everyone has a choice in the matter.
Rory was out. Perhaps she had been patrolling, perhaps she had been practicing her sneaking or her guitar. Whatever it was, it had made the hours fly and even now as she was headed home, she felt the stirring of the moon at her back. She heard the distant sound of sirens that never really quieted in the city. And much closer, she heard the screech of car tires as two cars locked in a chase or race came around the corner.
Perhaps it would have been no different from any other night, yet something catches her attention a split second before things go wrong. She recognizes the first car. It is a long black stretch limo and she is quite sure she has seen it before. Ridden in it in fact. It was the same car that carried Marc de Vogue around the city.
The car that followed it was a black SUV with toned windows. It was nothing special, but it was chasing the limo as if it intended to run into it. That is exactly what happened.
The driver of the limo brought the long car around the corner but it was never meant to maneuver like that. The back wheels skidded on the asphalt and sent the whole back of the car sliding across the road. The black SUV that followed cut the corner much more quickly and the driver of that car didn’t have a chance to react. The SUV barrels into the stretch limo, near enough cutting it in half from the sheer force of the collision and the Limo flips over to land on the roof and skid to a halt of screeching and twisting metal.
The SUV spins around its axis and comes to a stop, side slamming into a parked car. And suddenly, everything seems eerily quiet except for the sound of the limo’s engine whining right before it died.
[Tongue Twister] She’d been doing her patrols, and then a brief dinner at the Brotherhood, and now she’s returning toward home. The night sounds like any other night, and the redhead who’s so easily seen, is practicing slipping from shadow to shadow, staying out of sight – as out of sight, oh so often equals out of mind, and Rory is always more comfortable with being unnoticed, remaining unseen. When they see you, they hurt you…
Some do.
Most do.
One who didn’t, usually rides around in a Limo… just. like. that. one. She stops, and stares, but is shaken into movement when the second car sheers the Limo in half with the force of it’s speed…. everything is quiet, and after less than a second’s shock, Rory is on the move, running across the street at full speed, heading toward – not the Limo, not yet – but the SUV, a low growl in her throat…
[Sacrifices] She is halfway to the SUV when the passenger door near enough explodes from its hinges. A large shape, growing upwards in size and with black and grey pelt exploding out from it emerges. The crinos has burning green eyes and it snarls in twisted high tongue at someone in the car. Something about skinning whoever was in there alive if the kin was dead or unusable. For a second it seems as if Rory would reach the SUV before she is spotted but her luck doesn’t hold and the thing turns to her and snarls low and vicious at her.
~Mine! Get your own!¨
The large creature reeks of pure breed, her voice filled with it. Clear in every savage line of her war form. She is Silver Fang. Yet her eyes burn with a sickly green lambent light and her claws drip with black ichor.
[Tongue Twister] The Silver Fang snarls at her, and snarls something about skinning someone and usable kin – part of it she understands, the gist of it she gets. Marc is in that care. Marc has pure breed higher than Rory’s (wasted) own – and this… THING… wants to use him. hurt him.
She doesn’t hesitate, she doesn’t pause – she simply shifts, on the move, her form snapping past birth form until heavy paws strike the ground, and her large hispo body – red fur curled and kinked just as much as her monkey skin curls – faces off for half a second – and then? She simply attacks with a snarling growl of pure rage…
[INITS! +8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5
[Sacrifices] [Lady Inits +7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Sacrifices] [Lady declare
1wp Resist pain
1a. Activate Wyrm hide
1b. Claw Rory!
Rage 1. Claw
Rage 2. Bite
[Tongue Twister] [2 rage, split first action
1a: BITE
1b: BITE
1R: CHOMP – No one Noms my playmate!
2R: DIE BITCH, DIE!]
[Tongue Twister] You HURTED HIM! CHOMP!
split 1: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -2 for split = 7 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 5, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Tongue Twister] RARCHOMPITY!
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 2 = 11
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [Soak ]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 5, 6, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] 2? SRSLY 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 ] 2, 4, 5, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 5) Re-rolls: 4
[Tongue Twister] THATS BETTER! NOW BITCHALIKEIMEANIT!
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 7
Dice Rolled:[ 16 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 10 at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [OMGZ! soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [I DONT WANNA DIE! ALL I WANTZ IS ZE SEXYTIME WITH KIN! RAWR!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 8) [WP]
[Sacrifices] There is no hesitation in the fianna. She sees the other and while the ranked philodox tries to call on a gift to strengthen her for the battle she fails to see she has already lost it. The ahroun tears into her. The first bite pushing the war formed fang backwards, ripping at her raised arm, coming away with fur and blood. The second bite finds the soft, vulnerable flank of the fallen. Fangs sink in deeply and Tongue-Twister snaps her head to the side, tearing open the belly of the fallen fang. She falls to her knees, eyes bulging and even as her rage fights, keeping her alive it isn’t enough to keep her on her feet, keep her fighting.
She falls and Tongue-Twister finds the twisted ones throat and all but tears the things head from its shoulders. It shivers and melts down becoming a regal looking woman, eyes glazed her belly torn open and her throat savaged. The blood immediately colors the silk blouse she was wearing dark and crimson.
Rory has chance to catch a breath and turn towards the car. The fang had spoken to someone in there. She cant see through the tainted windows and there are no scents to betray whoever is in there. But there is something. A low cackling sound, as if someone is beginning to laugh hysterically. Rory has a moment but no more and then the drivers side of the SUV seems to explode outwards as the largest crinos she has ever seen tears its way out of the car. It is nearly twelve feet tall and horribly twisted. Its skin is thick, scaly and filled with boils and scabs. It only has one eye and it is burning with the same lambent green as the fallen one. Its claws have the same wicked black ichor running from it as well.
It howls a challenge at the Fianna and throws itself at her as if the car was just a minor inconvenience in its path.
[Junior Inits +7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Tongue Twister] She finishes off the Fang, and turns to the car, just in time to see the other come from it. Rory’s lips curl into a snarling growl, and she whips around, paws spread, muscles tensed to meet the spring as she snarls her intentions that this boy – big or not – will meet the same fate as his friend…
[Inits! +8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Sacrifices] [Junior Declare
1a. Claw
1b Claw
Rage 1. Claw
[Sacrifices] [Ack! Frenzied, redeclaring
1. Claw
Rage1. Claw
Rage2. Claw
Rage 3. Claw
[Tongue Twister] He’s Frenzied – and Rory takes quick stock of the situation, and jumps into the fray – no hesitation, no holding back. She gives her all – with every rip of her mighty jaws…
3way split first action, 1 rage:
1a: CHOMPITY
1b: CHOMPITY!
1c: I SAID DIE ALREADY!
1r: NOMNOMNOM BAD GUYS!
[Tongue Twister] HEY! YOU! NO NOMMIN MAH FRIEND!
split 1: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2= 9 -3 for split = 6 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 5, 5, 7 (Failure at target 5)
[Tongue Twister] (…Kahseeno? We’ve talked about this. DONT BE A WHORE!)
split 2: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2= 9 -4 for split = 5 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Tongue Twister] NOW BITE LIKE YA MEAN IT, BITCH!
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 4
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] 2? SRSLY? STOP BEING A WHORE! [+wp]
split 3: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2= 9 -5 for split = 4 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 7 (Success x 1 at target 5) [WP]
[Tongue Twister] OH COME ON! BITEHIM!
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [soak ]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [claw! I am ze Angreh!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [Dam +3]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] EEEK OUCH! SOAK!
Sta+Hispo = 4+3=7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] RAAAAAR! YOU HURTED ME! I KEEL YOU! COME ON KAHSEENO!
Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2= 9-1 (ouch!) =8 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Tongue Twister] NOW BITE LIKE YA MEAN IT! COME ON KAHSEENO!!!!
Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 6
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [Epp soaks!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [Umm ouch! Rawr! me nao! Claw!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [Dam +2]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] EEP! OUCH! SOAK!
Sta+Hispo = 4+3=7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [Rawr! rage2. Claws!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [Dam +1]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] NO DAMMIT! OUCH! STOPPIT! RARSOAK!!
Sta+Hispo = 4+3=7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [Rage 3 Final! Rawr claw again!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [dam +3]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] I SAID BAD BOY! DOWN! OUCH! SOOOOOOOOOAK!!!!! PLEASE SOOOOOOAK!
Sta+Hispo = 4+3=7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 6, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [WP – Can I haz angreh or can I haz sad?]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [Surprise! Pew Pew in the back]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [Erh soak?]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Sacrifices] The two monsters clash. The fianna fights bravely but it is just not enough against the gigantic spiral in frenzy. She tears away chunks from his torso but he refuses to fall and he lashes out with claws dripping with ichor. Once. Twice. The third time the Fianna catches a bad blow and Junior tears away a good sized chunk of her shoulder, sending her flying and sprawling across the way to crash into the side of the parked car the SUV had hit earlier.
Junior howls, licking the blood of his claws. It steps towards the fallen Fianna, snarling low and preparing to tear her apart, finish her. A single gunshot rings out and the massive creature staggers and turns. Frenzy burns in its eyes as it looks at the tall kinsman holding the pistol. He in turn is quite wide-eyed and more than a little frightened.
Marc begins to back away then does the only sensible thing. He turns and runs as if the devil was on his toes. It is quite an apt description. The massive crinos goes to all fours and starts moving after the kin. Slow at first, but then quicker and quicker. As it is about to clear the busted limo, the drivers door opens and a young man tumbles out, groaning. It is just enough of a distraction that the beast stops and those massive jaws open and close with a sickening sound of bones crunching. The driver never even saw the creature that ended his life.
It is just a second, but it is enough. Say what you will about Marc, but all that dancing has given him a stamina and a speed that few humans can match. By the time the creature looks up from the driver, the silver fang kin is out of sight, running down an alley.
The massive creature huffs, then sniffs the air before leaning down to tear a chunk of flesh from the drivers belly, gobbling it down.
[Low Key] [Blur of the Milky Eye: Manip+Stealth]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 7 (Botch x 1 at target 8)
[Tongue Twister] He’s tougher than his leader. He’s clearly the muscle, the one used for his destroying and sick prowess… as he attacks the third time, she knows – she knows it’s bad. The totemphone flickers to life, and Fox runs the message to her children with the speed of a thought…
Cabrini! Kidnapping hin, kelp!
and then it flickers to silence as she is flung into the side of the parked care, blood coating her furn, flowing from her wounds, and her presence across the totemphone is there, but clearly she has fallen under the massive claws of Junior.
Marc jumps, fires and runs like the wind, and while it happens, she fights her way to consciousness again, clinging to something, anything to keep her awake, to distract Junior from the fleeing form of Marc. The driver has the same idea, and dies a noble sacrifice. Junior starts to desecrate his body, and she shifts her position, paws scrabbling for purchase, trying to get to her feet…
[Low Key] [Trying Again, +1]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Failure at target 9)
[Low Key] [Plain old Stealth: Dex+stealth]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [Junior NOMing, can he haz seen?]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 4, 4, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Low Key] You rarely ever saw a Bogeyman. Of course, that didn’t mean they weren’t there. From the moment they stirred into consciousness Delmar knew where his pack was. Sometimes they would not meet in person for days. They’d simply think to one another. Feel one another. Leave gifts in secret places. Stray…but never too far. Never too far to be called on.
He comes via alleyway, running much faster than he lets on that he can. Sprinting to where he last felt his packmate, and slowing just as he comes upon the scene. He isn’t invisible, but he step quietly, holding himself low, his shape bends low behind the frame of a sedan.
Rory struggles to get to her feet, to fight on despite her wounds. A figure looms near, nearly over her, and crumbles a dried gourd over her body.
Thats two you owe me, he thinks to her, as he lets his gnosis fuel the healing talen.
-1 gnosis
[Tongue Twister] He’s there. She was all alone and struggling, and he’s there. Despite the problems they’ve had in the beginning – he’s always there when she needs him, and she’s never afraid to call. Not anymore.
That’s two she owes him. Meach te to make them… It’s said with fondness, and is a request rather than an order, even as she struggles to her feet…
and without hesitation, launches herself at Junior once more. krotect pin.
[Low Key] Inits +8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Sacrifices] Junior does not see Delmar, but he does see Rory trying to stand. The massive creature turns and snarls, throwing itself at the Fianna even as her packmate glides from the shadows to crush a gourd over Rory. He lashes out with those claws that is dripping black ichor still.
[Junior Declare
Still frenzied
1. Claw Rory
Rage 1. Claw Rory
Rage 2. Claw Rory
Switch to Delmar if Rory goes down
[Tongue Twister] [You HURT me! I BITE YOU.
1a: bite
1b: bite
1r: bite
2r: BITE AND DIE YOU STUPID BADDY!]
[Low Key] Declare:
1R – Snapshift to Hisp
1W – Activate Resist Pain
1a – Move to Flank Junior
1b – Bite
1c – Bite again!
[Low Key] [Dex+Hispo+Brawl-4]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Low Key] [Strength+3+2]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [Soak! ]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Low Key] [Bite again!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 9, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Low Key] [Real damage roll, first bite]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Low Key] [Strenght+3+2+2]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 8, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Sacrifices] [Argh! I wantz to Live! Need REVENGE!!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 6, 6, 7 (Failure at target 8) [WP]
[Sacrifices] Junior: X_X
[Sacrifices] Delmar is simply to quick. Junior lounges for the fianna but the Fenrir is right there at his side, tearing at his exposed flank. Junior barely has time to react before he is falling forward. There is no more fight in him. No more life. Delmar ends him that quickly.
It leaves the two Bogeymen standing in the deserted street with a dead metis, a dead woman, a dead driver, two utterly wrecked cars and one kinfolk somewhere in an alley.
[Tongue Twister] Junior falls, and he does not rise again. Rory stands, sides heaving, blood pouring from the wounds she still has, Rage pouring through her form, burning away as Junior remains on the ground, dead.
She shakes herself, and lifts her eyes, green and bright even in this form. She takes in everything, and then meets Delmar’s gaze with her own, briefly. She ducks herhead, shyly, and moves toward him, until she can nudge him with her shoulder, her chin sliding over his shoulder to rest there a moment. Thanks.
And then she’s moving toward the Alley, shifting down into Monkeyskin as she does so, ignoring her wounds as she calls out softly. “Marc?”
[Low Key] Rory gets a chuffing sound in response to her thanks, and the dire wolf that is Low Key remains, staring at the corpse of the fallen enemy. Staring at the corpse of some random woman. A man. Stearing at dead bodies in the street.
Rory heads into the alley. Delmar slowly shifts to Glabro, strong muscles and opposable thumbs. He starts moving bodies.
[Sacrifices] It takes a moment, but there is a reply from within the alley.
“Rory?”
The French kin’s voice is low, almost whispered. Moments later he comes into sight, moving up from behind the dumpster he had taken cover behind. The gun is still gripped tight in his hand. He is not a fighter and it had been an act of desperation as he saw Rory go down to fire at the spiral to make him turn from her. It had worked. Then it had turned to him. That part wasn’t as good. Marc might not be afraid of the Garou, but he does have sense enough to be afraid of a spiral. He does have sense enough to know when to cut and run. He is not a shifter to stand and fight the monsters. That is not his role or his place.
He goes directly to the Fianna, reaching out with his free hand towards her eyes wide as he sees the terrible wounds on her body still.
“We need to get you some help… What happened?”
Last he had seen the Fianna had gone down in a spray of blood. He had not thought to see her alive again.
[Tongue Twister] She moves toward him, her smile soft, shy, as timid as ever – though when he reaches for her, she moves into him, laying her head briefly against his chest.
“Delmar.” that’s what happened. “Packmate.” that’s who Delmar is.
She takes his hand, and leads him out to the street, so that she can help her packmate with the cleanup. “Can you call for hleanup celp? Need to tow the cars. Delmar and I will bet the godies.”
She ignores her wounds, and shifts slowly to glabro again, to help gather the bodies, leaving Marc to use his contacts to get the cars towed.
[Sacrifices] Marc lays his arm around her, still wide-eyed and looks around as she leads him out. He draws in a deep ragged breath and looks to Delmar then to the car and the dead driver as well as the two other bodies. The young silver fang kin swallows as his stomach boils. Yet something in him keeps him from throwing up. That stiffness of spine that keeps him going.
He would remain only as long as the others and then take Rory to the suite to patch her up as best as he could. The kin would sleep poorly that night.
(And sleepy time for me! Nite nite & Thanks for playing!)
[Tongue Twister] (thanks for STing! and thanks for the Rescue, Delmar! :) )