[peep] [GAIA KNOWS WHAT YOU’RE DOIN’ IN HERE]
[Night’s Reprieve] [oh nice we got someone who can actually fight]
[Heir of the Ruined Day] [SHUT THE FUCK UP]
[Night’s Reprieve] [AHAHAHA]
[Tongue Twister] [takes a bow :) ]
[Heir of the Ruined Day] OH SHIT SON I ACTUALLY HAVE RULES AND SHIT FOR THIS ONE
1. 10-minute narrative posts, 3-minute declares, 2-minute rolls or your PC will pull a Charlie.
2. If you are overly attached to your PC and/or not ready to die tonight it won’t hurt my feelings if you sit this one out.
3. GIMME YOUR FLAWS
4. It’s my birthday. Be nice or I’ll eat your liver.
5. I need to get out of this Mage scene so I can focus. You guys post yourselves in.
YIYIYIYIYI
[Tongue Twister] Flaws – uneducated, and doomed to die. Hee. Ok, only the first one is true. The other is just bs. :)
to Heir of the Ruined Day
[Tongue Twister] She likes Chinatown. She told him that the night they met. She even told him of the reasons why – she likes to watch people, to learn from them, and well – the lights are pretty. She is, after all, a Real Girl. sometimes. When she’s not tearing apart the wyrm or knee deep in some repair project or another. Either way, she’s a girl and the noodles are good, and she’s hungry, and thus…
She’s hear again. Chinatown. On a bench. Eating.
[Night’s Reprieve] Back in town, and for a change, here he comes strolling down the road into none other than China Town. The last time he had stepped foot in this part of Chicago he had almost gotten into a fight with two other Garou trying to defend the honour of a lovely brave little Fenrir Kinswoman. He could have done better, he should have done better by her. They all should have.
But the past is the past, and the Uktenas and Wendigos don’t control the streets here like they once did. Bai’s shop is a distant memory and the aloof elder gone with it. So too are the summer days that found him here or back at the Caern, labouring in the Bawn. It’s winter now and the cold has started to creep into even the old Godi’s bones. His rage isn’t so high as to stem off the cold completely, so he waltzes the streets in a thick black wool over coat. The buttons are buttoned and the collar is popped against the chill air. The garment reaches almost to his knees where his usual work jeans can be seen, mud stains and all.
And —
Well there is a familiar face. The first he has seen since returning to Chicago. The bold Fianna warrior, they fought together once in an abandoned train yard, stopped a ritual that had no business being performed under Luna’s watchful eye.
“Noodles.” He says, when he stops in front of the bench and removes his hands from his coat pockets.
Each fingertip is wrapped in electrical tape, today it’s blue.
“Come all the way down here for noodles Rory?” But he’s smiling and he can’t help but feel happy about finding out that at least someone he knew previously is still alive and kicking.
[Tongue Twister] She looks up, and tips her head, green eyes alive with curiosity. It’s fulfilled for her easier and faster than most, as she drops her gaze and smiles a little, hiding under the curls that bounce in time with her nod.
She did, in fact, come here for noodles. Noodles that she offers him some of with a shy little grin, and that little blush that always appears in such situations.
“Hi.” She remembers his name – she just doesn’t risk saying it. Brevity is her MO.
[Night’s Reprieve] Noodles are offered, and some are accepted though it’s rather awkward. They aren’t the easiest meal to share. And he nods his head in agreement of her choice.
“Gooo” he mumbles through a mouthful before swallowing.
Once that’s completely his hands go back into his pockets and he cranes his head to look around the area.
“My first winter here, ain’t too pleasant is it? I guess you probably don’t notice.”
[Tongue Twister] She wrinkles her nose as he says she doesn’t notice. Why wouldn’t she notice? She ponders this through another bite of her noodles, until it occurs to her. She blinks, and then offers him that little shy smile again.
“Bot norn here. Arizona hefore bere.”” She doesn’t notice the mistakes – as if she doesn’t hear them. Because she doesn’t – hearing only what she intends to say, though many years of ridicule has taught her to expect that she has, and the ridicule to follow.
She just shrugs. “Isn’t nice, no.”
[Night’s Reprieve] If there’s ridicule to offer, she won’t find it from Night’s Reprieve, though his eyebrow quirks and the corners of his lips curl slightly.
“Ah, Arizona. Well it’s a change for me too.” And he takes a seat down beside her on the bench and leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees.
“I’ve been down in New Orleans, just got back. How’s the city been? Seems quiet.”
[Tongue Twister] He sits next to her, and there’s a slight moment of pause, where her spine stiffens, her muscles flex, and she sits poised for fight or flight. Even now, under the half moon, her rage is something to be withstood – it is hot and heavy and clearly marks her for what she is. A meat shield warrior. there’s still that expectation, that knowledge that it can – and will – go south. Even with the ‘good’ guys.
It passes, and she relaxes again. “Quiet.” a pause, as she sighs. “lots of leople peaving.”
[Night’s Reprieve] Her rage is controllable unlike some other Ahrouns he has come across. Not naming any names of course, but there was that one young lad who had all sorts of issues. So he drops himself into the lions den and frowns at her when she speaks of people leaving.
“Where are they all going? Chicago’s as good a place to die as any.”
[Tongue Twister] She sighs, and shrugs. “knon’t dow.”
She rubs the side of her nose, absently, and then takes a last bite of her noodles, before tossing the container into the nearby can. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and then tucks her fingers into her pocket.
His frown is the least of things she’s endured. It doesn’t bother her at all, it seems. “Have a fad beeling about it all.”
[Night’s Reprieve] His eyes follow the trajectory of the flying noodle box and he stares at the garbage can that it disappears into for a few moments before replying to her comment about bad feelings.
“Yeah, we were always just hanging on before, we need the numbers that’s for sure.”
Leaning back, his fingers link and rest in his lap and he turns his head to look behind and past Rory briefly.
“Speaking of that, saw a bunch of your peeps the other day. Half moon, Crescent, some kin. You met them yet? First time I’ve seen em, think they’re new in town.”
[Night’s Reprieve] [change that to wahtever the fuck a galliard moon is, the one after half 3/4? LOL]
[Heir of the Ruined Day] [GIBBOUS YOU PHILISTINE]
[Tongue Twister] She shrugs, slightly, then nods. “One.” She gestures to her bench, and grins a little. “Here.”
The Theurge hadn’t ridiculed her either. It still surprises her when it doesn’t happen, though truth be told Chicago has been a great deal kinder to her than any other place she tried on her sojourn from her home. Well, mostly. There are idiot assholes everywhere, after all.
“Neemed sice enough.”
[Night’s Reprieve] “One.” He repeats and nods his head. “Well, yeah, they seemed nice I guess. They didn’t look like much, but hopefully they’ll prove me wrong.”
He brushes taped fingertips across the stubble of his jawline and licks across his teeth.
“What happened to the Uktenas? Last time I was here the natives were getting restless.” Said with a grin, how could it not be.
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Here’s a noise no one wants to hear at any time of the day, let alone in the deep of the night when most law-abiding citizens are in bed with their shades drawn and their heads hidden underneath their covers:
blam!!
It’s close; close enough that they can hear the clattering of the shell as it hits the pavement, that they can hear a moderately familiar, ambiguously accented voice yell “JESUS MAN ALRIGHT FUCK,” that they can hear a second shell being pumped into a chamber. There is the scuffling of feet on slushy concrete followed by the clapping of rubber against asphalt, of laces against canvas, as someone not at all skilled in athletics runs as fast as his skinny little legs can carry him.
Which, really, isn’t all that fast, but he gets around the corner before whatever it is that’s wielding the shotgun can fire off another round in his back. The aforementioned Fianna Theurge, wearing sunglasses despite the fact that the sun isn’t out, whips around the side of a building and presses his back against it, panting from the short sprint he’d just taken.
There is silence, no movement down the street from whence he just came. Howard hasn’t noticed either of the metis yet; he slowly tries to peek around the corner, and a second later:
blam!!
The shot takes a chunk of brick out of the side of the building. Howard screams, once, perfunctory, as if he needs to get it out of his system, then swings back around the other side of the building and catches sight of the Fenrir and the Fiann.
“Em,” he calls, holding up a hand as if he’s sitting in class waiting to be called on. “Not to interrupt, but, uh…”
[Tongue Twister] She makes a general poof gesture with her hands, and shrugs once more. “Gone.”
Like so many of them. Like her own pack, who have disappeared – yet still live. Their bond is there, enough to know they are alive, but not for anything else. They search for self, for love, for others. they protect their own by going into hiding. They fight other battles in cities far and wide.
In short, they are simply as she said: gone.
Then – shotgun shells. And the aforementioned Fianna running around the corner. Rory sees him and recognizes him a second later. Before he can call out, raising his hand to be called on, she’s already unfolding from the bench. Her head tips – curls sliding along her jawline in a way that could be called fetching, if she weren’t a monster walking in human skin.
Then she smiles – and it is the smile of a Full Moon eager for battle. “Heed nelp?”
[Night’s Reprieve] Shotgun blasts at one in the morning, nothing has sounded sweeter to NR’s ears. His head whips around towards the noise the instant he hears it and he slowly pushes himself up off the bench along with Rory. His eyes are on Howard, and he half begins to say something when he peeks around the corner.
“I uh-”
Blast.
“Oh dear.”
Concrete chips fly everywhere and NR steps forward.
“And here I was beginning to think that Chicago had gotten boring on me while I was gone.” He grins a toothy grin at Rory.
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Now is not the best time to melt at the sight of a pretty purebred Ahroun standing up from repose to come to his rescue, but that appears to be what Howard does: he slumps against the side of the building in relief, hand to his sternum, and gasps, “Oh thank Christ. He’s fuckin’ huge. No joke, at least–” He reaches his hand a good foot over his own head, which is over six feet in height as it is; holding it there, he continues, “–this tall. Fuckin’…” He swallows the Sahara dryness out of his mouth and gestures to the Godi. “… manlier’n this prick. No offense, man. He’s just–”
Whoever is wielding the shotgun attempts to fire it a third time, through a window, but it jams. A dry klik! punctuates the air, and with a mindless devotion to completing the task, the owner tosses it to the ground with a clatter of polished wood and metal. Howard stops, this quite possibly being the first time he has ever stopped running off at the mouth without having consciousness wrenched from him by force, and peeks around the corner again.
That’s when a new noise stains the air.
The Theurge turns around, much calmer than he was when he was being shot at, and takes off his sunglasses. As he’s in the process of blinking, acclimating to the sudden assault of light pollution in his eyes, he announces, wholly unnecessary at this point, “Yyyep, he’s got a fuckin’ chainsaw.”
[Tongue Twister] She arches a brow as she listens to him, and then blinks at the new sound. She actually shoots the fianna a look that suspiciously looks like ‘no shit, sherlock’ but she doesn’t have quite that big of balls. Instead, she just rolls her shoulders, and grabs her pack, slinging it to rest on her back, where it will melt away if needed.
And she’s pretty sure it will be needed.
“What’d dou yo?” Because it seems a safe thing to assume… even as she’s already closing the distance between them.
[Night’s Reprieve] “If he’s so manly why is he using a shotgun..”
Yep he’s got a fuckin’ chainsaw.
“Oh, lovely.”
It’s all very matter of fact. There is a psycho with an assortment of weapons unloading buckshot into the corner of the wall and these three Garou are having a little chat about it.
“Welcome home NR.” He mutters to himself and reaches into his jacket for two small smooth river stones which he uses in some kind of street performer trick because they’re there one minute in his palms, and the next they’re gone.
His body tingles, and he blinks his eyes a few times like he hasn’t had to activate that for awhile.
“Anyone need a pick-me-up?”
[damage talen roll
-1 G soak talen
-1 WP resist pain]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] What’d dou yo?
“Me?” he squawks, offended, as though that’s the most absurd question he’s ever heard in his life.
Now isn’t the time to have a chat about what a massive brick wall of a man is doing chasing him down the street with a shotgun, and he seems to realize this. Moments after Night’s Reprieve completes his nighttime routine, shoring himself up for a fight, their guest arrives, chainsaw chugging, motor coughing, right behind Howard, who lets out another one of those yelps and shoots out of swinging distance.
For once, the little bastard wasn’t exaggerating: this person, once a man, now resembles the unstoppable horror movie monster of yore. He’s easily over a foot taller than the Theurge, the entire left side of his face obscured behind thick, gnarled scar tissue that has turned the iris of his eye beneath white. It’s near luminescent in the dark. One of his arms looks big enough to eclipse Howard; he wears a white A-shirt underneath a black trench coat, both articles of clothing splattered in fresh blood, and his lips seem to have been permanently affixed into a cruel, sadistic sneer.
Howard stops running once he’s gotten behind the Godi.
The Gorehound steps forward.
[INITS BITCHES]
[Night’s Reprieve] [+7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Tongue Twister] He asks, and she smiles a little, but shakes her head. She doesn’t have any way to pay him back, and she isn’t in the habit of taking anything unless forced too. Such is her life, the way she has been brought up to live.
Or die, as the case my be.
She takes a breath, and then flexes her hands, though she does not expect to use them. Instead, she turns her attention to the gorehound – and does the inexplicable for any but an Ahroun.
She smiles.
[Inits +8!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Howard
[-1R, insta-shift to Hispo
+9]
[Heir of the Ruined Day]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Chainsawyer
[+8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Heir of the Ruined Day] [ROUND ONE — FIGHT!
Howard: 18
Chainsawyer: 18
Rory: 16
NR: 15
Declare in reverse, go go go go!]
[Night’s Reprieve] [1a
1b – stab stab!]
[Tongue Twister] [-1 rage insta hispo split first action
1a: bite
1b: Bite
1R: BITE
2R: BITE NOM NOM NOM.]
[Heir of the Ruined Day] [1-3: Howard
4-6: NR
7-9: Rory
10: share the love!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Chainsawyer
[1a:
1b:
R1:
R2: all RRM RRM RRMs on, oh… NR! Switching to Howard if he goes down. Which he will. He totally will.]
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Howard
[1a:
1b: bite Sawyer! Yeah! Woo!]
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Howard
1a: -2
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] [+2]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 6, 6, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Chainsawyer
[Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Howard
1b: -3
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] [+1, plus the two I forgot on the last roll]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Chainsawyer
[Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Chainsawyer
1a: -2
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9 (Failure at target 8)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Chainsawyer
1b: -3
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 5, 7, 8 (Failure at target 8)
[Tongue Twister] split 1: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -2 for split = 7 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5)
[Tongue Twister] Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 6=15
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Chainsawyer
[Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] split 2: Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2 = 9 -3 for split = 6 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Tongue Twister] Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 2
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Chainsawyer
[Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Night’s Reprieve] [1a -2 (splittin) stab stab]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Night’s Reprieve] [dmg+3+1(talen)]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Chainsawyer
[Nice stab, blanco niño…]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Night’s Reprieve] [1b -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Night’s Reprieve] [dmg+1]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Night’s Reprieve] [alertin and stuff]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Tongue Twister] [alert?]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Howard
[Alertness+Perception]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] SNIPER FUCK I DON’T KNOW
[Stealth+Dexterity]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Sniper
1: AMBUSH SON WHAT]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] [I forgot something.]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 6, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] [+… oh my god.] [L]
Dice Rolled:[ 18 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Night’s Reprieve] [soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] If Howard had been by himself, he likely would have been turned into Fianna sushi in a matter of seconds. He can’t run very fast; he can’t see where he’s going half the time; and as the Ahroun and the Godi find out in very short order, he can’t fight worth a damn either.
He’s the fastest of the three of them, inexplicably. The two Fianna choose their deadlier dire wolf forms to confront the madman with the massive chainsaw while the Fenrir takes him on in his birth form, hulking and clawless, his deformity utterly noticeable now. Claws are the Garou’s first line of defense, their greatest weapon, and yet Heir of the Ruined Day finds himself flanked by two sin-born who don’t have any such weaponry at their disposal.
It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t turn tail and leave them to fend for themselves. As ineffective as he is, he stands with them and fights… poorly. But he fights.
That chainsaw is heavier than it looks, old and unwieldy, and though twice it whines at Night’s Reprieve’s head, so does it miss, twice, chugging past him without doing so much as disturbing a hair on his head. This monster has the Rage of a Garou, anger granted by the Wyrm, and he could, if the two seasoned warriors hadn’t worked together, have laid waste to their numbers.
Tongue Twister moves quickly, acts without mercy: she latches onto the side of the muscle-bound monster’s neck, tearing through muscle and sinew to splash blood onto the sidewalk, a second later opening up a wet smile in his side, intestines peeking through. Steam rises from the wounds and trickle upward towards the pale pink sky, and a second later Night’s Reprieve thrusts his mighty spear up and into the creature’s chest, skewering him with one blow.
The chainsaw clatters to the ground and he drops, dead, eyes open and unseeing, on the spot.
That’s when Night’s Reprieve feels a blow on the back of his head. It isn’t sharp enough to draw blood or to really cause him any pain; if Heir of the Ruined Day wasn’t still in his dire wolf form he might think the little shit just smacked him. That wasn’t a paw, though. It was a bullet.
Someone’s shooting at them.
[Night’s Reprieve] [+7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Howard
[+9]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Tongue Twister] Someone is shooting at them. Fabulous. Rory spins to where the shot originated from, and heads that way.
Fearless, she seems. Stupid, perhaps. But that’s beside the point – she runs, massive paws digging fur purchase, death in dire wolf form.
[+9!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Sniper
[+8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Night’s Reprieve] He barely has time to remove his spear from the dead gorehound in front of him when it hits him. It feels like someone just flicked the back of his head and he spins around to look at both Rory and Howard, snarling through a toothy maw. But neither of them have hands, he couldn’t blame them if he wanted to. So with a yank, the spear comes free, guts and all and he looks around for the cause of his irritation.
[Heir of the Ruined Day] [ROUND TWO — FIGHT!
Rory: 18
Sniper: 18
Howard: 17
NR: 16
Declare in reverse. If you would like to reflexively roll Alertness again, go for it, Mr. Sniper isn’t trying to hide anymore but that last round of rolls had him beating everyone’s ass so you don’t know where he is yet!]
[Tongue Twister] [ISEEYOU!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 10, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] [Alertness]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Night’s Reprieve] [alert]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Night’s Reprieve] [1 throw spear at sniper]
[Night’s Reprieve] REFLEXIVE SNARL: “Grrrrr, on the roof” And he points. “Man-Stair-metal-straight up thing”
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Howard
1: Run run run run!
Sniper
1: Okay the big ugly one is obviously made out of titanium let’s shoot the stupid one.
[Tongue Twister] Rory: What, where? OH! THERE!
1. IMA COMIN TO GETCHOO!
1R: NOM!
2R: NOMNOMNOM!
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Sniper
1: PEW!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] [+3] [L]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] Howard
ACK!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Night’s Reprieve] [1 change to MT the silly fianna theurge. YOU NEED BIG HEAD LIKE DIS]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 7 at target 3)
[Tongue Twister] 1R: NOMMIN TIME!
Dex + Brawl + Hispo = 3+4+2= 9 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5) [WP]
[Tongue Twister] Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 4
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[Heir of the Ruined Day] How Rory Got Her Groove Back
A Love Story
By Howard Ivers
As Told To Patrick Llelwyn
Oi, mate, listen to this fuckin’ shit. Yeah, shut up, I got fuckin’ shot, no big deal, right?
Alright, so… so this guy, right, that fuckin’ brick shithouse Fenrir what doesn’t have any claws? Listen to this: prick gets shot in the back’a the fuckin’ head. Just… right in the head, DESH! and he’s like… ‘Eh, wot?’ Doesn’t even blink. Fuckin’ crazy, aye?
Okay, so, yeah, we’re all lookin’ around like, trying to find this cunt, because he’s up on a fuckin’ rooftop or somethin’, things he’s good Saint Nicholas or what-fuckin’-ever, and Rory, you know Rory, right? You don’t know Rory! Oi, man, she’s fine. Like… I can’t even. Oof.
Fuck, quit hittin’ me!
Alright, alright, so we’re lookin’ around, and there’s this cunt up on the fuckin’ roof. So we’re runnin’, right, weeeooo, this is great, next thing I know I’ve got a fuckin’ arm off. Fucker shoots my fuckin’ leg right.
IIIII know!
So that fuckin’ Godi, right, he’s all OI MATE I’LL HEAL YOU only about… oh… I’d say about five times gayer’n that, so we’re standing around on the ground havin’ ourselves a regular ole sandwich dance, and this girl, man, she’s just… zoom! Up this fuckin’ fire escape, right? Next thing I know, half of this prick’s fallin’ off the roof all Ahhhhhhhh– SPLAT!
Yeah… sigh…
I tell you what, though, Enn Argh better keep that fuckin’ spear away from me. Don’t trust it. Nope.
[Tongue Twister] {Thanks for playing! iz bedtime for Lessa!}