[Wispirs in the park] [alright! Since there are alot of folks in here, I ask you keep your posts a little on the short side, for expediency’s sake alone. I will of course ignore my own rule there, like a big jerk hypocrite. >.< I will make a chat to deal with questions/ooc banter.
Feel free to type up your entry posts. Relevant details: There’s been a water break with the thaw, and some of the paths in GP are cordoned off for ongoing repairs. Everyone is more or less forced to walk the same route to get quickly across the dark park itself. Lights are off in some areas. now GO!]
[Izzy Montoya] There’s no good reason to be in the park on a Saturday night just before midnight. None at all. None the less, a certain Detective is walking through just the same. Whether she’s on her way too or from her car, here for business or pleasure, there’s simply no telling. Regardless, she’s walking, and smoking a cigarette, and paying more attention to her phone conversation than anything else.
Or so it seems.
Appearances can be oh so deceptive…
[Kieran Mondblume] *He frowns, having gone on his jog around this hour. Despite the slight chill, he has sweat showing off on the underarms of his chartreuse-colored short sleeved tee shirt. His sweatpants are a shade of aqua. Clearly, he has difficulty matching. He frowns, as his jog is slowed through the park of all things. Traffic on the street he’s used to. But in the park? He cants his head, to the darkness.* But I like that place! *he grumbles.*
[Nathalie Bystrov] She’s just passing through. Running out to grab some things for the new guest at the condo, replace a few things she’s used. Being funneled down a specific path is both an inconvenience and something that makes her wary. Ahroun training and all. Best way to set an ambush, after all.
[Delilah Marciano] Business or pleasure, it wasn’t going to matter. She normally came to the park to conduct such deals at night, better to be all sneaky and cloak and dagger-esque. Either way, Delilah transversed the walkaways that weren’t sanctioned off do to problems.
[Kieran Mondblume] *He jogs in place, behind some slow-moving traffic.* What’s goin’ on out there? *The corded off area CALLS to him. It’s clear, he wants to go in and see what’s going on. His nostrils flare, sniffing.*
[Wispirs in the park] *Grant park is sparsely populated this evening. Moonless darkness has fallen, and with the mud and the construction tape and the maze of unusable paths all seeming to funnel a person in no particular direction, parkgoers have decided its just not worth it, Saturday or not. Only a few strangers pass here and there, absorbed in their blackberries or – more rarely – real live human companions, trudging along shadowed paths on their way to the closest distraction from soul bleeding jobs they would soon return to.
Several paths converge in one muddy area, the sour sulfur smell of sewer hangs heavy over this part of the park, construction horses and pylons funneling everyone to the same spot. A fountain in rubble, fissures running through the cement of roped off rest area.
An Uktena was jogging closer in garish clothing, muttering as he lopes up behind the slender form of a smoking woman, a form that screams COP from her very bearing.
Delilah’s sashaying along from yet another direction, shoes tip tapping through the patches of shadow cast by a dying street light. Nathalie had company for several minutes glaring at her like she was a serial killer. A mousy girl with a chest too large for the sweater she was trying to hide it under, pushing along on a scooter with a camera around her neck. She’d whizzed up the path with a terrified look over her shoulder disappearing around a corner, leaving the Garou to approach alone.
Each has their own reasons for being here. Their own agenda. All had difference allegiances, different proffessions, different tribes to obey or scorn. For all intents and purposes this group had little in common – save ties to the nation.
And all hearing the same metallic crunch and shrill scream coming from the only path not one of them stood on. The path corded off beyond the fountain’s ruin.*
[Izzy Montoya] Even over the phone conversation she seems intent on, she hears it. Metallic crunch, and a scream. She falls still, practically midstep, cigarette’s motion stopped midway to her mouth as she listens, and looks in the direction the sound originated…
[I SEE YOU!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP] Re-rolls: 1
[Kieran Mondblume] *He frowns, and he squirms quickly underneath the rope, then. There is no hesitation on his part – he’s going the direct route towards the scream.*
[Nathalie Bystrov] She pauses, abruptly, then, without a second’s hesitation, heads towards the crunch and scream.
[Izzy Montoya] She arches a brow as people start that way, and mutters into the phone. “Later. If I don’t call in 20, come find me. Alone.”
It’s enough for the other party to know she’s going to get herself into trouble. “Fuckin’ idiots. Let’s go see what the noise is with a bunch of strangers. That’s a GREAT idea.”
She reaches behind her back, pulls her weapon, and follows. Because she is never one to follow her own damn advice.
[Delilah Marciano] Detective Izzy Montoya was a familiar face, a casual acquaintance that has crossed her path on one occasion or another. All of it was business, never personal. The woman bears a countenance that Delilah was surely not going to forget, not when her memory was crisp and clear, a living computer that conforms memory into data, stores it away for later use. She remembers everything she encounters: tastes, touches, sees and hears.
The way the pathways are moving, redirecting her from her course, starts to draw a wary glance from the dark haired kin. She slips a hand inside the long pea coat she wears, feeling for the secret compartment hidden in the jacket’s lining. She knows what’s hidden in there – her firearm.
Her eyes follow the path of Izzy before flicking to the others, scrunching up her nose she looks around.
[perception + alertness : specialty: awareness]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 9 at target 6) [WP] Re-rolls: 3
[Wispirs in the park] *In the dim light of a single far away park-light, things are hard to make out. There’s the screech of metal as a scooter scrapes a ways down the path, sparking before coming to a stop on its side. Gasping, panicked screaming as a girl seems to be trying to hoist herself out of a man sized crack in the pavement, her hands clawing at the chipped concrete. Izzy is trained for these sort of situations. Stop. Access. Where as those that run towards (not away, the fools) the commotion see a woman struggling to get OUT – Izzy sees a woman struggling to get AT. AT a mousy haired brunette who’s huddled, well and quickly hidden, but peeking in pale faced in terror from behind a bench. Delilah notes this and more. Hers is a business as dangerous as that of the Detective, and more intimately so. Ki and Nat see a woman stuck in a fissure. Izzy sees a woman coming from a fissure, pursuing another. Delilah sees the corpse of a woman coming from a fissure, open mouth a black void of nothingness, eyes blood bloated, spine pressing and writhing unnatural from beneath the muddy blouse covering her.
Ki and Nat run into view, and the woman swings her head to the pair, gasping and letting out a shriek very unlike the one they’d come running to investigate.*
[Kieran Mondblume] ((+7))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Wispirs in the park] [mouse! +6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Izzy Montoya] “Sweet fucking mary of motherfucking god…” There’s gotta be a sin in there somewhere.. never the less… here she comes.
(+7!)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Wispirs in the park] [corpse + 7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6
[Nathalie Bystrov] ((+7))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Delilah Marciano] Hers is a dangerous business indeed, it doesn’t take long for her to register what the fuck was going on. The gun is released from its compartment, pulled into her left hand, and drawn to her side. She flicks her gaze towards Izzy, moves quickly to join the Detective’s side, “Nice night, eh, Detective Montoya.” a wry grin is offered in greeting.
[6+]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Wispirs in the park] [corpse]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Nathalie Bystrov] ((roll-off!))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Delilah Marciano]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Izzy Montoya]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Wispirs in the park] Order is as follows. Declare slowest to fastest. ROll Fastest to slowest. Keep posts within 5 minutes, or be assumed to not be makin em! I’ll do a summary the end of each full round.
Mouse 15
Dei 14
Corpse 13
Izzy 12
Nat 11
Ki 8
Ki! You’re up!]
[Kieran Mondblume] [1a – grab woman trying to run.
1b Run.]
[Nathalie Bystrov] ((waiting to dodge, just in case))
[Izzy Montoya] Izzy smirks at Delilah, and flicks her cigarette to the side. “Another night in motherfuckin’ paradise.”
Then, she fires.
Her motto always was – shoot first, ask questions later.
[Split action –
1a: 3rb
1b fire.
Both on the corpse.]
[Wispirs in the park] [corpse – 1. Scream.
rage action 1 – Claw whoever is closest.]
[Delilah Marciano] Copycat all the way. Shoot first hide the body afterwards.
Split action: 1a 3rb; 1b fire on corpse bride]
[Wispirs in the park] [mouse. Flee through the bushes to higher ground – atop the ruined fountain.]
Rollin dex/ath for mouse. 2+sux and she’s too far for corpse to reach.]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Delilah Marciano] 6 +3 -2split! = 7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 5, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Delilah Marciano] damage
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 7, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Wispirs in the park] [I eat bullets for breakfast? soak?]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Delilah Marciano] 2nd split, 6 -3split = 3
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 2, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Wispirs in the park] [Corpse – VOICE OF THE WYRM!!!!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Kieran Mondblume]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 8)
[Delilah Marciano] Willpower
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Failure at target 8)
[Nathalie Bystrov]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 6, 7, 7, 7, 10 (Failure at target 8)
[Izzy Montoya] [wp! Dont fail me now!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Wispirs in the park] [mouse? wp!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Izzy Montoya] Reflexive speech: “GET DOWN!”
1a: three round burst: dex 4 + firearms 4 + 3 = 11 – 2 (split) = 9, diff 6 (rerolls)
Kahseeno? DON’T BE A WHORE.
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] And LIKE YOU MEAN IT!
1a: damage: damage 4 + (suxx-1) diff 6
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wispirs in the park] [I can soak that! I’m already ded!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] Srsly? COME ON KAHSEENO. YOU WHORE.
1b: regular shot: dex 4 + firearms 4 = 8 – 3 (split) = 5, diff 6 (rerolls)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] NOW MAKE IT HURT YOU WHORE!
1b: damage: damage 4 + (suxx-1) diff 6
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Wispirs in the park] [who da bitch now?]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 4, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Kieran Mondblume]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)
[Kieran Mondblume]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Wispirs in the park] [I soak that! and ..its bashing. Sooo I soak two!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Kieran Mondblume] STOP YELLING! *he growls at the thing.*
[Nathalie Bystrov] ((WP!))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Delilah Marciano] Willpower
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wispirs in the park] [oh yes. Rage action for corpse. Claw Ki.]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 5, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wispirs in the park] [damage!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 1, 2 (Botch x 2 at target 6)
[Wispirs in the park] *Delilah sees the officer pull her peice, and like any good con artist – beats the cop to the punch, firing two bullets rapid fire. Bullets that sheer into the corpse’s side with as much effect as shooting through a rice paper wall. Still, The woman reacts like any woman would upon being shot. She screams. Her scream however – was not like any other woman’s. Her scream is full of terrible, mind warping things. Her breath stank of corruption, her mind opened up like a tainted flower and the deep void of her soul was laid bare in that one horrific wail. Nathalie is struck dumb with anguish, advance halted. Delilah suffers the same, gun dropping still smoking from its shot.
Its no picnic for the others either, another scream rising – purer. Terrified. Human. The girl amidst the rubble, a mouse to the gathered wolves. Izzy gets off two sound shots, but the corpse is barely moved, a well aimed wound to the woman’s chest spurting a little black blood and nothing more. Ki realizes whats happening a little slower than the rest, but changes tactics on a dime, punching the woman in the face with such force her nose crumbles back on itself, snarling she needs to shut up. The corpse just spits black bile and rakes her claws across the Uktena’s groin – less a savaging and more a molestation.*
[Wispirs in the park] Order is as follows. Declare slowest to fastest. ROll Fastest to slowest. Keep posts within 5 minutes, or be assumed to not be makin em! I’ll do a summary the end of each full round.
Mouse 15
Dei 14
Corpse 13
Izzy 12
Nat 11
Ki 8
Ki! You’re up!]
[Kieran Mondblume] [Spending Rage to shift to Hispo.
1: BITE.]
[Nathalie Bystrov] ((Rage to Crinos, split to leap to cross the distance and claw it))
[Izzy Montoya] She’s not saying anything now – no, she’s counting, under her breath with each shot. 12, 11, 10.
9.
All business, Detective Montoya.
[Next verse, same as the first – a little bit louder and a whole lot worse!
1a: 3rb
1b: fire. DIE BITCH. ]
[Wispirs in the park] [corpse. 1. scream.
Rage1 – claw whoever’s nearest. Rage 2- claw them again!]
[Delilah Marciano] There’s a moment that lapses when the screaming starts, it’s distracting, it pierces her conscious and makes Delilah lose focus. After a moment, however, she can regain her senses enough to try to focus once more to shut the bitch up.
Shutting her the fuck up. 3 round burst. Called Shot to the head, tell the Garou to duck.
[Delilah Marciano] 6 + 3 3rnd burst! Called shot to the head
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 4, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 8) [WP]
[Wispirs in the park] [Mouse (reacting well before anyone’s a ragey delirium inducing beast!) – I gotta get this on camera! Flash click flash.]
[Delilah Marciano] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Wispirs in the park] [ohnos! to my HED?]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Wispirs in the park] [corpse – wyrm-scream? +1 dif as I’m missing a goodly chunk of my face here.]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 6 (Botch x 1 at target 9)
[Izzy Montoya] Now? DIE BITCH!
1a: three round burst: dex 4 + firearms 4 + 3 = 11 – 2 (split) = 9, diff 6 (rerolls)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) [WP]
[Izzy Montoya] THis time? DON”T BE A WHORE! MEAN IT, KAHSEENO!
1a: damage: damage 4 + (suxx-1) diff 6
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] Rerolling 10s!
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Wispirs in the park] [i..eat bullets…for breakfast?]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] If you ain’t dead yet? DIE ALREADY!
And since you is dead? SHOOTING YOU AGAIN ANYWAY.
1b: regular shot: dex 4 + firearms 4 = 8 – 3 (split) = 5, diff 6 (rerolls)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[Kieran Mondblume] *He backs up, then, and he makes a face as a bit of the woman splatters on him. He knows if he shifts into homid, hell be naked, as his favorite sweats are now torn to hell.* ws~ Not again…
[Kieran Mondblume] ((DLP)) *He groans, as a bit of the corpse splatters on him, and he steps back, with a groan.* Not again…
[Nathalie Bystrov] She gets ready to leap, then the gunfire splatters the thing. She stops, looking really, really, really confused.
[Wispirs in the park] *Bullets. Humans an their damned bullets. Were this creature a leech, were it undead rather than deadish, perhaps the thing would still be sucking out souls and spooking the unwary. A flash bulb goes off once. Twice from behind the Uktena. Mouse wide eyed and snapping souvenirs. Then gun fire rings out. tat-tat-tatta. The bloody eyed creature swivels to glare balefully at Delilah, empty hole of a maw opening and – promptly being torn apart by hot lead. The noise she gurgles forth along with black congealed blood only holds her own rotting form transfixed as Izzy levels her gun with the squinting poise of an old west gunslinger. tat-tat-tatta. tat-tat-tatta. .. Its done. The woman’s form torn apart like thin fabric meeting a chainsaw, fetid liquid landing in oozing clumps on those nearby. Perched on the ruins of a fountain, Mouse crouches low.*
[Wispirs in the park] [oh god. This could go badly. HIDE!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] She shoots it again. Just to be sure. Because she knows – she KNOWS such things often aren’t as dead as you think they are. She keeps the gun trained there and with her free hand, points toward the camera flashes.
“Take care of that.”
It’s not a request.
[Kieran Mondblume] *He looks up, and he starts to move towards the girl.* Hey, HEY, stop there for a second! *He will be running towards her.*
[Nathalie Bystrov] She sighs, softly, and goes after Kieran. She’s not a hundred percent sure what just happened, but she trusts Kieran enough to follow without question, and also trusts that he’s going to get into trouble.
[Delilah Marciano] Delilah’s staring down the barrel of a smoking gun. She doesn’t blink, bullets tear through the skull, searing away pieces of bone and brain matter. She arches an eyebrow when Izzy finishes the job that the Glass Walker had started, she tilts her head to the side, snorting with indifference.
“I’m out of practice.” is all she says, lowering the gun to slip it back inside her coat.
[Wispirs in the park] *The girl has two remaining options, seeing as ducking behind the rubble wasn’t working out for her. Run – and possibly get shot by the group of crazily trigger happy good doers – or hold tight and talk. So it is that she takes a moment and scrambles down the other side of the rubble, sending a shower of concrete and debris in her wake, standing wide eyed at the bottom as Kieran runs up, Nat hot on his heels. *
[dex/sle -1dif – its dark]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Kieran Mondblume] *He’s not stopping, running straight for her – at the very least, he plans on erasing that picture.*
[Kieran Mondblume] Hey, wait up!
[Izzy Montoya] She smirks. “You’ll get plenty enough here.”
Only then does she drop her arm, weapon still with the safety off, hanging at her side as she nods toward the body. “got a car? I’ve got plastic in the back of mine. The blood we can’t do much about, but have to get rid of the body.”
a beat, as she looks toward the others. “or bodies.” She doesn’t shirk from the possibility of it being necessary. But she also doesn’t clarify who exactly she meant. It can be taken many ways…hm?
[Kieran Mondblume] *He stops, then, when she does, with a laugh, and a smile.* Hey. I need to see your camera.
[Nathalie Bystrov] She sighs, again, hands going to jacket pockets, palming a switchblade. She takes a step up next to Kieran. “Now.”
[Delilah Marciano] Delilah doesn’t bat an eyelash as the Garou have run off to deal with the shutterbug. She shakes her head, digging through her coat for her cellular phone, one of those nice shiny ones that has the 4G internet access. She is already tapping and manipulating the screen with deft fingers.
Eyebrows furrowed, “I am calling…” a pause, looking up at Izzy, “Driver. He can help us with the body removal, and bring my town car around, any place you would like it disposed of? I can possibly call in a favor or something.” She looks around at their surroundings, “What the fuck is going on here?”
[Izzy Montoya] “There’s a place down by the docks where I’ve a barrel stashed for burning. I can give you directions.”
as for what… she shakes her head. “could be as fucking simple as the broken water main drudged up some disgusting shit.” Or not. She leaves that part unsaid.
She glances toward the garou who are taking care of the shutterbug. “Think they can handle that?”
[Wispirs in the park] My camera? I – uh.. well, first – thanks. By the way. For all that. Everyone.
*The girl shrinks in on herself, shoulders slumping as she draws her expensive looking camera well away from the grubby jogger kid demanding it. A meek smile, unsure what to say as she continues.*
Uh, I’m Olivia. .. And , I can erase the pictures of you if you’d like? Or.. blur all of you out, if you prefer. Its – well. This is some pretty irrefutable evidence of something paranormal happening, I mean.. Did you see that thing? I mean of course you did. That is to say… uh. I’m a member of the Western Illinois Society for Paranormal Investigation and Research.. So, I’d like to keep the relevant photos of this creature.. thank you.
*Eyes to Nat now, she’s shuffling backwards – rage effecting her in close proximity.*
[Kieran Mondblume] *He takes the camera then, and he starts flipping through the pictures.*
[Kieran Mondblume]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Wispirs in the park] “Hey! Let go!”
*The mousy girl struggles to keep her camera.*
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Delilah Marciano] Delilah looks up from her texting, calling on her driver and protector, Dante. The gravelly-pitched Greek wasn’t going to be too happy to read what she has planned for him, but this was nothing new. She looks up once the message was sent and waits for a response.
“Give me the directions, I shall have it taken care of.” it won’t be by her hands, that’s what hired help is for. She wrinkles up her nose, casting a glance in the direction of the Garou, “I hope the fuck they can.”
[Wispirs in the park] *and in struggling – she manages to drop it. It bounces hard on concrete rubble, lens cracking, before landing in a mud puddle. Viewfinder going a strange unhealthy green.*
[Nathalie Bystrov] Jesus, it’s like watching two babies wrestling. She shakes her head, even as she lunges to grab the dropped camera.
[Kieran Mondblume] *His eyes widen, and he raises his hands up. I didn’t do it!*
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts. She has very little faith in them, truth be told. “I could shoot her from here…”
Not bragging, really. Simple truth. She nods, though to the rest. “Alright – the barrels are [here]. Behind the pallets along the wall, there’s some gasoline and matches to help. Make sure it’s all burned, fire good and hot, then toss it in the river.” Instructions automatically give, even as she digs up her own phone.
“I’ll make sure the shots are reported as fireworks or something. We’ve got about 10 before investigation if I can’t manage it.”
Then, a yell toward the garou. “got less than 10 minutes. Do it or let me fuckin’ shoot her. MOVE IT.” Pushy, ain’t she? She hits redial on her phone to check in, already moving away. “Done. What’s the word?”
[Wispirs in the park] “My Camera! Oh my GOD!”
Exclaims the nerd in outrage, mouth hanging open as the thing breaks and is retrieved by the terrifying woman in front of her. The girl has clearly decided she’s had enough – backing away with greater haste – breaking into a panicked run when Izzy hollers about shooting her. A glance back to the rubble as she books it, forget the camera!*
[Delilah Marciano] The Glass Walker nods her head, not needing a pen and paper to remember every word that Izzy says, committing it to memory. She gets back on the text as soon as Dante replies, her features pulling into a scowl as she texts back to him and then looks around at the mess they have and waits for her driver to appear.
[Kieran Mondblume] *He groans. And he looks back down.* Come ON! *he says to Izzy.* I near HAD her! Could have just charmed her. Can you NOT be a jerk for like… five seconds?
[Izzy Montoya] “You didn’t have shit, haven’t had all night.” That, and a finger is what Kieran gets, as Izzy stalks off into the darkness.
The answer, then, is clearly? No.
[Delilah Marciano] perception + subterfuge
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [Perception+subterfuge
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Wispirs in the park] *Delilah was versed in doling out deception. Izzy in hunting it out. Either way, both know a liar when they see one. Its in the details. The run is pure panic, of that they’re sure. But the girl looks just a shade smug as she looks back over her shoulder. Her glance rests on the ruined fountain just a moment too long, as though making certain things were as she’d left them. Something nestled in the rocks at the bottom, if her gaze was true.*
to Izzy Montoya
[Delilah Marciano] Delilah frowns, pale silvery eyes narrowing to thin slits. She watches the girl run, the generous curve of her mouth flattens into a grim line. She watches her run away, tilting her head to cast a long wary glance back to the broken fountain, moving towards it immediately to investigate it.
[Izzy Montoya] She watches the mousy girl run, and then curses under her breath and adjusts her stalk to head toward the fountain. “Motherfucker. Some fuckin’ days, I swear….”
She looks at Delilah as she has the same idea, and nods. “You got this, then?” And trusting the other Kin does, indeed… she nods toward the right spot, and once agreement is given, returns to her original path in order to control the media and police response, just in case.
For the Garou? Not another word.
[Nathalie Bystrov] “Fucking IDIOT.” She hisses, looking over at Kieran, then back after Izzy, then back to Kieran again.
[Kieran Mondblume] *His eyes widen, and then narrow on Nathalie.* If that woman hadn’t threatened to shoot her, we wouldn’t BE in this mess, now would we? And I’m not an idiot. You’re just an impatient bitch.
[Nathalie Bystrov] “I wasn’t TALKING about you, Kieran.” Her knuckles are white from where they grab the camera.
[Wispirs in the park] *The garou bicker amongst themselves. The kin investigates. Scouting out the rubble the girl had fled from without her precious camera.*
[Delilah Marciano] The Garou are arguing behind the Glass Walker as the kin is approaching the broken fountain. Features set into a dark scowl, the phone gripped in her right hand, the left reaching back inside for her gun. She uses the phone’s flashlight app to see over the rubble.
[Kieran Mondblume] *He twitches slightly.* You were looking at me when you said it. *His shoulders roll, and he growls slightly.* Well. Camera’s done. At least can get back and see what the hell she’s been taking pictures of.
[Kieran Mondblume] *He is actually angry, bristling, as he just walks away from the place, moving back to the path.*
[Delilah Marciano] Delilah puts the gun back into its holster, tilting her head at an angle as she looks down. She begins to move into a leaned crouch, balancing her heavy weight carefully on the small stones that litter the ground. Her eyes skim over the flash of blue plastic that catches in the light of the phone.
Her head turns, glancing over her shoulder at the arguing Garou, she snorts softly. Delilah pulls a handkerchief from her coat pocket, lays it on the ground over the memory card, then gently picks it up, careful to not get her prints on it as she tucks and folds the cloth around the card, then slips it into her pocket. She moves the phone away, looking around for any other clues.