[Shadows of the Night] The close of the week is immensely better than the beginning: the clouds have cleared, the sun is shining even as it sets beyond the distant horizon, and it seems as if the weather is going to start taking a turn away from the wet spring they have had towards a better summer. People are out enjoying the weather even as it is growing darker, are milling around the park in a state of familial bliss. Strollers are being pushed, children are being coaxed down from swings, and people are clearing out with the dipping temperature and the falling darkness.
It seems like a better day than Monday, and yet anyone who has spent enough time fighting on the opposite side of normalcy ought to know that stillness and placidity are short-lived around here. There are dark clouds on the horizon, and there are forces in this world that are not content to enjoy the weather or the calm.
[Okay, you guys got a similar spiel as last time but before we get started I’d like the following:
1. I would like a PM of your Purebreed and any Merits/Flaws that are not self-contained, plz. If you need me to spell out self-contained, IM me.
2. I would like you to adhere to a 10-minute limit during posting (less than six sentences sounds about right) and a 3-minute limit during declares and rolls. I am taking my nighttime medication at 1:30AM EDT and if we are still going after that I am likely to kill somebody.
3. I would like you to wait for me to prompt you in the chat to post declares and inits. This is for the same reason as last time: I need to double check stuff, and I had a pile-up of questions last time that would have distracted me otherwise.
4. A HUG! What, it worked last time! Have fun, let’s do intros.]
[Maija] 1. no PB – gutterrat! No flaws. she’s perfect. *cough*
2.I always do, because I rock.
3. Yes ma’am.
4. HUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGSSSSSSS!
to Shadows of the Night
[Evan McCollach] The Green was their turf for the most part, the Eagles were the guardians of the green and the wyrm knew better than to come at them their. However the territory did not cover the whole of the Green and some parts did fall open, unclaimed as no pack would be foolish enough to stand on move up against there area.
And tonight Evan was starting to patrol around the edges of the Eagles own, moving from the known territory to the free spaces that dotted the slums.
[Gael Sandoval] What does a new-in-town Philodox do with his nights in Chicago? What he has been doing on nearly every night since arriving – walking. Patrolling. Gael had yet to be informed that Cabrini Green belonged to any pack in particular, so he would skirt the edge of their territory without awareness of the boundary… simply walking with his hands in his pockets and his dark eyes wandering the landscape. It was just as much to feel the place out as it was to look for trouble, but considering the track record he’d had of running into exactly that… he wouldn not have been surprised if he met some.
[Giacomo Castellano] “And you will because I told you you will. Five percent, Monday. I am not fucking around Johnny. Tell the old man Jersey will do the heavyweight work but we want another five on top.”
Meeting over. Jack’s strolling out of a ‘cheesebox’ building, a hub where phone lines are switched and re-routed to avoid the wire act when taking bets over the phone. It doubles as a money sorting operation and a warehouse at times for illegal goods. The basement even houses a twice weekly card game.
The best part is that from the outside it’s just an average duplex. A little run down and the foot traffic is heavier than the surrounding homes but it’s a very inconspicous ground zero for criminal behavior.
This time it’s not a briefcase and a set of nice clothing but a jogging suit and a duffel bag. Still there’s jewelry. a watch with a platinum band, a golden idol around his neck with a man spread for sacrifice with Latin abbreviation on his final resting place to mark him as king of the Jews. Ironic that it’s such an article of Faith for one descended directly from the Romans who hung him there.
The bag hangs heavy on one hand and swings at the man’s hip as he makes his way the few blocks toward where he’s parked.
He flicks back, forth. He’s not particularly perceptive, sure but in this line of work a small dose of paranoia works wonders.
[Maija] She’s pissed. Still. She does something stupid, but it was for a greater good, and she is called cruel for it – cruel. She can’t stay inside any longer, and so she’s pulled on that ratty old oversized sweatshirt, the hoodie pulled low over her face, hiding her features, her hands shoved deep into the ‘roo pocket. Her jeans are tattered and oft-patched, all but falling apart, clinging by some mystery unknown to all but non-existent hips.
She’s thin – waif thin. Average height, but underweight, by a lot – if she weighs 110, she has a brick in both back pockets. Her beat to hell hiking boots make a constant thud along the walk, signaling her aggression is far from being worked out of her system.
[Nessa] Nessa is back to her old haunt, here before the Green becomes forbidden territory; maybe its more dangerous today than yesterday, but she still has business here.
Must be profitable business.
Tonight she is especially unremarkably dressed, in worn jeans, a worn Cubs tee in a shade of anonymous grey, some of the letter and logo flaking off. Her hair is in 2 thick black braids to either side of her head, the ends curling where htey are free, as do the wisps escaping around her pale face. She is one of many, and keeps it that way.
Evan though, catches her eye. So does Jack.
Nessa angles her path to intersect one of them. Or both, depending on their placement.
[Shadows of the Night] [Alright, kids, give me an Alertness roll against diff 7 if you are on the sidewalk near the park, diff 8 if you are actually in the park or diff 9 if you are not near the sidewalk or the park at all. I can’t tell where half of you are in relation to the park based on your posts so I’m trusting you not to take the lower diff just because.]
[Evan McCollach] (Alert roll. WTF?)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 5 (Failure at target 9)
[Shadows of the Night] [Please.]
[Gael Sandoval] ((Perc+Alert))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Maija] (My bad, shoulda clarified – on the sidewalk near the park – diff 7.)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 (Failure at target 7)
[Giacomo Castellano] [Alertness//Just getting to the park and cutting through, diff 7]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 5, 7 (Failure at target 8)
[Nessa] (Per+ alertness, in the park!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Evan McCollach] (Re-roll baby. HAIL DAMON)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 4, 9, 10 (Failure at target 10) Re-rolls: 1
[Giacomo Castellano] [ReRoll!//+1]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 7 (Failure at target 9)
[Maija] (alrighty I’ll bite… dff 8!
Hey Kahseeno? I’ll give you V!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8)
[Gael Sandoval] ((Time to botch?))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 7, 7, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 10)
[Shadows of the Night] “Turn that shit off.”
“No.”
“You want me to beat your ass in front of all these people?”
“I wanna see you fucking try, man.”
Remember those guys? Yeah. They’re sitting in a rust-colored Ford on the sidewalk across from the park, and their attention is marginally focused on the outside world. The radio is cranking alternative rock loud enough to be heard from a distance of about ten yards, but no one is complaining.
to Maija
[Shadows of the Night] [Alright guys meebo is not behaving, neither is iChat. I’m moving downstairs. Don’t kill each other in the two minutes this’ll take me.]
[Evan McCollach] It seemed that for all his patrols he was starting to be oblivious of everything that was going about around him. He focus was not on the park, that was not anywhere near his territory. He was looking inward to the Eagles, his back to the park.
He doesn’t notice the shadow lord kin, nor the thug that he had to drag Sol off of less she would kill him with ease once she frenzied on him.
[Shadows of the Night] [Guys keep questions to IMs please.]
[Gael Sandoval] Gael was on the other side of the street, looking ahead rather than at the park. After a moment he paused, seemingly unaware that anything of note was nearby, and crossed the street to head in the direction of the greener area.
[Giacomo Castellano] Fifteen thousand.
That’s the first half cut. If that little speedfreak can manage to send a proper message without gettinghimself clipped or pissing someone off that’s only the first half, coupled with a five percent bump from the butts coming through from Kentucky. No small amount of bread. It’s nice to figure you’re going to make your month plus some for a week’s work.
Contract killing is risky, slow and hard to come by.
But God damn does it pay well.
Especially when Giancarlo Torrio doesn’t want his hands dirty. Bosses, after all pay top dollar for out of town hands.
This is perhaps what’s crossing the mind and bringing a slow smile to the face of this particular button man as he strolls leisurely, that nondescript bag hanging from one hip and hiking the sleeves of his blue and white track-jacket up his arms.
He looks-
Comfortable.
[Maija] “….shit.“
She curses under her breath as she sees the rust-colored Ford, and hears exactly who’s in there. No one’s complaining that about the noise, either, and she’s…. fuck. She just gave that woman a damn lecture, and now here she is trying to get a read on what might be happening. She looks around, pinpointing who’s there, who’s coming this way, who they might be looking for, who may be in trouble – anything.
While telling herself it’s Not. Her. Business.
[walk.away.walk.away.walk.away!]
That guy from the Brotherhood. That guy from the other night. Some guy she ain’t never seen before. That woman from the other night and earlier today who done already got her tagged in some way. Fuckin’ great. She shifts her steps to angle toward Nessa. She ain’t gonna talk bout no fuckin’ weddings though, or Tapas either. Whatever the fuck THOSE might be.
She keeps her head down, her shoulders hunched, her step quick, hoping to get by that car and too Nessa before she’s noticed. The chances of that given the day she’s having? Not good.
[Nessa] Nessa’s head turns to peer more closely at something across the street across from the park; she blinks, but can’t see quite that far in her old age of mid twenties.
Chicago ages kinfolk, on the inside, if not the outer shell.
Instead, she walks towards Jack, her mind more on speaking to him; Evan she hadn’t seen yet after all.
“Jack. Do you have moment? I would like to talk to you about other night.” She, too, is aimed to walk across the park, in the direction of the street across it, doesn’t require him to change his course. Perhaps he’d seen her coming, for she’d made no effort to conceal her approach from the Shadowlord kinfolk.
Little peek at something across the street, but so far, nothing alarms her. WAIT That’s a– no. Its not. No tentacles here.
[Shadows of the Night] It’s the linebacker again.
He’s making his way through the park on the same path that Nessa and Jackie are on, hands shoves into his pockets and a hooded sweatshirt underneath a varsity jacket the only thing keeping him dry, apparently. He is 6’4″ tall, well over 200 pounds, and has his head ducked down as if he is trying to avoid being seen.
It’s got to be hard to recognize him when he’s not covered in blood and looking unconscious and half dead in an alleyway in the nice section of the city, but it’s him.
Evan and Gael appear to be enjoying their strolls this evening, gazing out at the world without a care in it, the latter of the two starting across the quiet residential street to head towards the green area, passing right by a parked rust-red Ford pickup truck with steaming windows and the radio pumping a The Killers song.
It’s the same pickup truck that Maija is trying her damnedest to ignore.
[Evan McCollach] He paused a second underneath one of the street lamps that dot the area. One of the few that were actually working in this part of Chicago. He had been paying attention to a couple and their interactions.
It looked like another one of the pimps and his hookers either starting off their night, or getting to its end. A stare over at them as it seems they are his main concern right now.
[Gael Sandoval] There is a woman and a man talking together on the path. Further down, another, larger man is walking with his shoulders hunched. At this point in time, Gael does not seem aware of the importance of said individual (if there is any), but he keeps his eyes pinned ahead as he moves across the grass and onto the path. One never really knows, in a neighborhood like this, who might be up to what. Point in fact, Nessa and Jackie get a suspicious glance as well.
[Giacomo Castellano] The crazy one. Ruskie, maybe or a Uke. The one who had thrown a blade over his shoulder and drawn blood on a cop.
A cop for chrissakes.
“Yeah. What’s up?” A little terse, that. He’s an important man, after all and one with places to be. One who deserves suspicious glances. He does though manage to push out a smile for the kinfolk, all shining white and affability, pushing briefly away the initial impatience.
“Crazy shit, right?”
[Maija] She aims to do two things. Warn Nessa. And go on to actually speak to that fuckin Trueborn that was at the Brotherhood earlier when she reamed out the pretty girl. NO, she ain’t want too. But, for some reason, despite all her ranting, she feels a heads up for the one who can pop fur and fang might be a good idea. First things first though…
Nessa.
She lifts her head, slightly, as she pegs the two, and the distance and purses her lips slightly to whistle – a sharp, low fast fweet to get their attention. Probably a bad idea, but what’re ya gonna do?
[Nessa] She smiles in return, though she too is a little terse. “Da, it was. Do you think you could–“
The whistle gets her attention; Nessa turns to eye Maija, and then back to Jack. “Excuse me, please.”
Hell if she doesnt’ LEAVE him there and walk right over to the wise little brave (No she isn’t– riiiight) kinfolk? Probably kinfolk. Woman.
Heads RIGHT over, and then listens to what Maija has to say.
[Shadows of the Night] The music cuts off sharply as the engine coughs to a dead halt underneath the hood, but the doors of the Ford don’t open just yet. However, the hooded, dishwater blonde lets loose a sharp, short whistle meant to draw the attention of the people already in the park, and it does more than that. It draws the attention of the hooded gentleman, and he looks up with eyes dented from exhaustion.
He’s looking straight at the pickup truck, past the girl he had nearly run over four days ago, but this time he is not running as fast as he fucking can to get out of the way. On the contrary: he’s walking with some determination towards the gangster and the lithe knife-throwing Russian, looking as though he has some sort of an agenda as he moves. Even after she walks away to attend to the whistling girl, he keeps heading towards Jackie.
In his wake are civilians, mortals, getting the hell out of the cold and heading back towards their cars. This weather is nothing they aren’t used to, but it’s suddenly gotten a bit colder in the area and besides, it’s getting late.
[Evan McCollach] And then his head starts to peak up and look in the direction of the whistle. It was something out of the ordinary and with the pair seeming to be leaving his attention was open again.
And wait? Was that Nessa and the woman from the Brotherhood?
He was not part of the normal, he moves towards the park, in the direction of what seems a familiar face. And normally when mortals are moving en masse away from something he is heading that direction.
[Gael Sandoval] Gael paused, slow stride coming to a momentary halt as he swiveled his eyes towards the girl in the sweatshirt. Then he swung his eyes back to the pair she was whistling at, and then to the linebacker.
Something was officially going on, though he had no idea yet what that might be. It didn’t matter. At least one person was acting skittish, and at least one other looked intimidating. The Uktena’s suspicions were officially on alert as he resumed walking towards the linebacker.
[Giacomo Castellano] The whistle picks his head up and he turns to see-
Okay that’s two people from the same weird shit on the same weird day as before all within a couple minutes of one another. The Ruskie takes off and he’s left to just scoot his pretty Mediterranean ass the hell out of there. Except now there’s a remarkably familiar hombre [“…that maniac.”] stalking right at him. Purposefully.
“What the fuck did I ever do?” This quietly, between himself and the Christmas baby whose image he reaches from beneath his shirt to bring to lips, kiss and set away.
“Hey, buddy. I know you?” the crucifix dropped back beneath his shirt Jack moves still right on toward the other man. A game of chicken on foot, collision impending if one of the two don’t move off the path or stop. Jack’s voice is harsh, dominating. Master of his domain and accept no substitutes.
[Maija] …the linebreaker. She blinks, and then there’s another soft… shit muttered under her breath as the pickup she’s trying hard to ignore suddenly cuts it’s engine. She risks a quick look over her shoulder at it, as she closes the distance between her and Nessa. When she reaches the latter, she doesn’t stop moving, she simply grabs Nessa by the arm and pulls her along, her voice low and quiet.
“Rust colored pickup behind me. Cop 1 and cop 2. Guy in the hoody headed toward the bigshot with the gun from the other night – ain’t that the fucker they was beatin Lonna thought was dead?”
Subtle, Maija. Subtle.
[Nessa] Breeding flows like water in the park now. Or might. There are shadows, and mystery, hints of it, around Nessa- a sensation or scent or something about her.
It’s not always convenient. In fact, its rarely been convenient.
She moves to intercept Maija, allows a smile on her face as if greeeting an old friend–and lets the kinfolk pull her right around, unresisting as friends wouldnt resist.
Though its not as if this isnt all suspicious as HELL already. Still. SOMEONE around might be innocent. Children perhaps.
“Da. They are– damn, I just saw blond men. Gah. Is getting complicated. That man is Jack Castellsomething or other. He was hiring Alex to be boxer or something. Or trying. What do your instincts tell you? Protect linebacker-looking man? Or something else? Cops might try again.”
[Shadows of the Night] Jackie’s voice might have intimidated a smaller man, but to someone who looks as though he can tear through a brick wall without flinching, there isn’t much to it. The dark-haired man eyes the crucifix around Jackie’s neck but he doesn’t mention it: he just flicks his eyebrows at him as their paths draw ever nearer, and he says, in a thick Eastern European accent, “I would leave here if I were you. And take girls with you. This is not good place to be now.”
Behind Maija the Ford doors open, and out of the driver’s side steps the younger of the two blond detectives they encountered the other night. He’s got an open trench coat on tonight, gray pin-striped slacks and a white button-up shirt with a tie on underneath, and he’s not so much looking at Maija as he is looking out at the park in front of them.
His door slams shut as the passenger side’s opens, and as the linebacker catches up to Jackie, Boyle smirks at the sight laid out before him.
“Hey, asshole!“
The linebacker’s eyes flick over Jackie’s shoulder, but he doesn’t run like last time. That’s when Boyle sees Nessa, and the taller, skinnier sergeant gets out of the Ford and closes the door behind him.
“You see him?” Whelan asks as he comes around the front of the truck.
“Yeah I fuckin’ see him.”
If they recognize Maija as the girl who had attempted to stab Whelan the other night, they don’t let on. They seem to be more interested in her friend, and Whelan ducks his head to mumble to Boyle before they split up, Boyle walking towards the females and Whelan heading towards the linebacker and his newfound friend.
[Evan McCollach] He had reached out and wrapped himself in the ethereal might that Eagle bestowed upon his children. His lanky form was no more so lanky, the muscles starting to ripple and bulge as Eagle filled out his form.
He had finally reached the trio of kin now, his legs carrying him a great deal faster than they had under his patrol. Before he was careful and trying to pick up what was wrong in the territory. Now he had a purpose and that only seemed to fuel his steps.
His eyes fall search the area now, just taking stock of what is going on. He knew Jack, he knew Nessa, Maija was new but seemed to be friendly with Nessa. But the linebacker type guy and the pair staring in on them now was all foreign, that meant a possible threat as it seemed everyone was tensing up.
“What’s going on?”
(Eagle’s Might Active)
[Gael Sandoval] He takes all of this in with a slight crease appearing between dark eyebrows. It seemed that the cops and the linebacker were not on the best of terms, but more importantly… there were kinfolk in the middle of things.
With a little huff of breath, the well-muscled hispanic man trotted over to Maija and Nessa, in an attempt to get between them and Boyle.
“What are you doing?”
Generally speaking, people did not question police officers, but Gael glowered down at the younger detective as if he cared not a lick for whatever authority he might have had.
[Giacomo Castellano] “Whatddayo-“
Hey asshole!
That makes exactly enough people he knows but does not know to have Jack reaching quickly to rescue heavy protection from beneath his waistband in front where it had been covered by the lowest hem of his jacket. It tugs the front of his white A-neck to untucked not that he minds or even notices.
Who’s side am I on anyway?
The answer of course is the same as it’s always been.
Mine.
“Somebody gonna come looking if I plug this guy?” Without turning, directed to his new friend in the hood. Jack isn’t turning because he’s facing down the younger cop who’s marching toward them, iron at his side and anger in his eyes.
[Maija] If they recognize her, they don’t let on, but one of them is most definitely headed this way. She removes her hand from Nessa’s arm, and sticks it back into her hoodie, before dropping that hand to her side, a muffled click sounding as the blade clicks open. she holds it by her side as she mutters to Nessa. “Got the beater headed our way. Hope ya got ya shit together.”
And here comes Evan – and for the record, she ain’t friendly with no one. She glances up at him. “That trouble the other night? Thing one and Thing two jus’ got outa the truck behind us. Thing two headed our way. Thing one watchin’ that due over there – the linebacker. That’s who Thing Two was fuckin beatin up that’ Lonna was so fuckin concerned over. Looks all fuckin right to me now, hm? Glad she ain’t got herself killed over something stupid – me being so fuckin cruel an all.”
Most expressions that cross her face are micro, barely there than gone. Her irritation now, though, is clear. She glances up as Gael attempts an interception, and once more, the oh so eloquent streetrat lets out a soft “shit.“
[Giacomo Castellano] (Younger = older in my post. I read that backwards!)
[Nessa] Nessa whispers low to Evan, thinking his garou ears will pick up on what she is saying. Gaia knows werewolves are ALWAYS overhearing and finding out shit she DOESN’T WANT them to. “going to peek…”
This time, she peeks differently. Down, towards the pendant on her chest. Down, nearly as bowing her head before prayer.
The Linebacker is her target this time. She’d not gotten so far with the other guys.
[Shadows of the Night] [Okay, I would like:
1. From Jackie: an Intuition+Perception roll diff 10, PM’d.
2. From Evan and Gael: a Primal-Urge+Perception roll diff 8, PM’d.
3. From Maija and Nessa: your wills.
No re-rolls this time, because I am an asshole.]
[Shadows of the Night] “What am I doing?” the scruffy blond drawls in a Southern accent, clearly amused as he levels his gaze with the younger man. Thing. He stares at the Hispanic man for a moment, then reaches his left hand down to shuck aside his trench coat, yank his badge off of his belt and flip it open out of arm’s length for inspection. The badge seems fine but there’s something off about this guy. “Walking my fuckin’ dog, what does it look like I’m doing?”
The taller, more clean-cut blond keeps himself moving towards the linebacker and his wop companion. Dressed more for getting himself moving than Boyle is, he has on ironed khakis and a tucked-in green polo shirt, his badge on display, as well as his arms.
They’re scarred to hell and back, two great thick incisions going from his wrist to his elbows, and acquired within the last six months from the looks of it.
“Hey buddy!” he crows, though to who it isn’t clear. The linebacker glowers but doesn’t move.
[Evan McCollach] There were starting to be far too many faces new to him. He didn’t like it one bit, he knew about Jackie from the short time periods that he had to dislodge Sol from killing him. Then there was Nessa whose history was interwoven with his own time since almost the first few months he was in Chicago.
Outside of that he was a bit lost for who was around and in that moment he was starting to sniffle, almost as if he was going to sneeze. But that was not the case, at least not for their kind. He never suffered a cold, nor would his body allow it. This was something else.
He drew on his abilities, looking to find out who or what these people around them were. Picking up things here and there.
[Gael Sandoval] “It looks like you’re getting ready to walk the fuck away.”
His voice was a low growl as he gazed into the cops eyes.
((Cha+Int))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Shadows of the Night] [Intimidation+Charisma: Showdown Bitchez! Diff: Gael’s WP.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Gael Sandoval] ((And round 2!))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 7, 7, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Shadows of the Night] [And again.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Giacomo Castellano] “Hold up.” The gun for a second is kept low. But only that second. an elbow rises to take the pose of a gunslinger or a stick up man. Eyes narrow some and the dark haired man sizes up the mick that doesn’t stop stomping toward him.
“Quit moving your feet, get me some credentials and a warrant or I’m gonna get real stupid in a couple of seconds.” Click.
Not. Fucking. Around.
[Maija] “This is gonna get outa hand… fast.”
Hello captain obvious. Boyle says he’s walkin’ his fuckin’ dog – though he looks more like he’s wanting to make a couple of kinfolk gals his bitches. For her part, she looks around for a quick getaway, not seeing much but that pickup, but it’s been a long ass time since she hotwired a ride. Wonder if they left the keys in there.
She glances at Evan then at Nessa – got a sniff and a prayer.
Fuckin’ hell. She is so gonna die.
One step back. Need room to swing, after all.
[Nessa] Closer, closer. Grandfather Thunder gives all blessings, one way or the other. She reaches.. and then… slips in like the spy she is…
And hasn’t moved from her place.
Seconds later, Nessa jerks herself out of it, sucks in a harsh breath and grabs at Maija’s arm as she rides out the knowledge and what it means, says it fast. “Linebacker’s BSD…” Maybe it comes out as “Beastie”, for she’d only used initials, to those who won’t recognize the reference.
A surge of fear, from Nessa…as she takes a step Away from the Linebacker.
[Shadows of the Night] Several yards away, Sergeant Whelan comes to a dead halt with the barrel of a gun pointed right at him, with an order snapped at him, with the safety coming off. He’s asked to give credentials, a warrant, something, before Jackie gets stupid. Whelan’s sky-colored eyes lift over Jackie’s shoulder at the beast of a man that Jackie just turned his back on, and he intones, “It looks like you already did, pal.”
==========
Now, Gael is bigger than the wiry blond who strode over here with the purpose of apprehending the little Russian woman who’s wanted for the assault of a police officer. Supposedly. No one has bothered to check and see if there’s a warrant out after the little knife-throwing incident Monday night, and this guy, DETECTIVE according to his Phoenix Police Department badge, isn’t volunteering information.
Gael attempts to intimidate the smaller man, and it works for about a second. He coughs out a short stint of laughter, dropping water-colored eyes to the ground, before his nostrils flare and he hurls a punch at the Uktena man with the hand holding the badge.
[Inits, kids!]
[Nessa] (Shit. *LOL* ok init+6 )
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Gael Sandoval] ((Init +5))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Evan McCollach] (6+)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Maija] (+7)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6
[Giacomo Castellano] 5+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Shadows of the Night] [Whelan, +8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Shadows of the Night] [Boyle, +6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Shadows of the Night] [ROUND ONE–FIGHT!
Gael: 14
Evan: 14
Maija: 13
Whelan: 11
Nessa: 7
Jackie: 7
Boyle: 7
Declare in reverse order. Keep declares and rolls to 3 minutes unless you have questions or a death wish. Gooo!]
[Shadows of the Night] [FORGOT THE DUDE!
Linebacker, +6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Shadows of the Night] [Boyle
Action: Punch Gael.]
[Giacomo Castellano] This is all very confusing.
Everyone has seen fit to warn Jackie and no one about what.
So he’s his own best friend or worst enemy, depending on where the lines are drawn. It really is too bad he can’t see them.
Arm rises, fully forward in front of his chest and both eyes remain open. Twin shots ring out in the direction of the Sergent.
[Split. Shoot/Shoot Whelan.]
[Nessa] (Nessa: Numina on BSD. Screw him over.)
[Shadows of the Night] [Linebacker
Action: Grapple Jackie. Spending WP. Rage: Whirl around 180.]
[Maija] Remember what she said about all hell breaking loose? Yeah. That’s what’s going doen. Everything starts happening at once, and Maija? Beats feet for that truck. She ain’t gonna run away, fools… she has a plan.
Sorta.
A – ruuuuuuuuun to the truck
B – start it if the keys are in it, try and hotwire if not.
[Shadows of the Night] [Whelan
Reflexive: Draw gun. Action: Shoot Linebacker.]
[Gael Sandoval] [Screw this punk, there’s a BSD over there!
Rage-shift to hispo
Run to Linebacker
Rage: Bite linebacker]
[Evan McCollach] (Luna’s armor activated. WP used)
[Gael Sandoval] [Do-over on account of player idiocy
Rage-shift to hisp
Run to Linebacker]
[Evan McCollach] (Roll Stam+Survival diff 8. HAIL. WP)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4 (Failure at target 8) [WP]
[Maija] (Kahseeno? V is so yours, in a pretty little bow…)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 10 (Failure at target 8)
[Shadows of the Night] [Whelan
Firearms+Dexterity: Shoot!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 4, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Shadows of the Night] [Whelan
Damage! 4+1.]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Shadows of the Night] [Linebacker
Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 5, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Shadows of the Night] [Ignore that!]
[Shadows of the Night] [Linebacker
Brawl+Strength: Grapple! Spending WP.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP] Re-rolls: 1
[Giacomo Castellano] [Contesting grapple//Str+Brawl, diff+1 for switching from other actions, WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]
[Shadows of the Night] [Boyle
Switching action, no increased diff because he couldn’t punch Gael if he wanted to. Which he does. Very much.
Brawl+Dexterity: One-man restraint, target Nessa.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Shadows of the Night] Evan and Gael prepare themselves to uphold the Litany, to combat the Wyrm where it dwells and where it strolls through the park at night, one of them attempting to call upon Luna’s Armor while the other shifts himself down to the dire wolf form and begins hurling himself across the distance between himself and the brute that is currently wrestling with a kinsman of the Nation.
Maija is likewise running as fast as she can, finding the Ford’s doors unlocked but the keys removed from the ignition. Ducking herself down under the steering wheel, she can’t find the proper wires in the old vehicle on the first try. The truck smells like fried fast food and cigarette smoke. It’s hotter than Hell in here despite the temperature outside: she can see they have the heater dial cranked all the way up.
Whelan whips his gun out at the same time that the linebacker–the outed Black Spiral Dancer–is reaching around from behind Jackie to get him in a grappling hold. The supposed Phoenix sergeant fires his weapon, hitting not Jackie but the Dancer behind him, hitting him in the shoulder but failing to loosen his grip.
Nessa appears to just stand there, and as the Uktena man drops to all fours, Boyle wheels on her. His badge goes in his pocket, one of his arms constrains both of Nessa’s, and his opposite hand grabs her by the hair as he forces her to the ground.
That’s not exactly proper police procedure, but the woman threw a knife at a sworn officer, for Christ’s sake.
[New inits!]
[Maija] (+7!)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Gael Sandoval] [Init +8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Evan McCollach] (6+)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Giacomo Castellano] 5+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Nessa] (Hail kahseeno! Suckign up! +6)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Shadows of the Night] [BSD, +6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Shadows of the Night] [Boyle, +6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Shadows of the Night] [Whelan, +8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Shadows of the Night] [ROUND TWO–FIGHT!
Whelan: 16
Boyle: 14
BSD: 13
Maija: 11
Jackie: 11
Gael: 10
Evan: 7
Nessa: 7
Declare in reverse order. Keep shit to 3 minutes and wait for prompting plz. Go!]
[Nessa] Uhh delcare: TREIS TO BREAK FREEEEE!
[Evan McCollach] (Delcare: Rage shift to Crinos since Gael scared off the humanies.
Claw Boyle for grappling Nessa.)
[Gael Sandoval] [Split Bite/Bite BSD
R1: Bite BSD some more]
[Maija] A – START YOU DAMN TRUCK START!
B – No, srsly, START! (Or, alternatively, drive! Aim for mr. BSD! Run you little freakazoids RUN!)
[Giacomo Castellano] The man behind had grabbed him and despite best efforts he had not escaped. His bag is on the ground, it may as well be miles. But there’s a weapon and six chances to get away here.
His arm points straight down, for the only target he can see.
Anyone remember Spyder in Goodfellas?
[Action: Shoot Dancer in the fucking foot.]
[Shadows of the Night] [BSD
Action: Move foot. Rage Action: Tote Jackie off.]
[Shadows of the Night] [Whelan
Action: Play Good Cop (split action: shoot BSD, shoot BSD).]
[Shadows of the Night] [Boyle
Action: Play Bad Cop (split action)
a) Whip out handcuffs.
b) Handcuff Nessa.]
[Shadows of the Night] [Boyle
First Split Action: Athletics+Dexterity: Get Cuffs.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Shadows of the Night] [Boyle
Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Handcuff Nessa.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 6, 10 (Failure at target 7)
[Shadows of the Night] [Shit. Redo First, -2 pool!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8)
[Shadows of the Night] [Double shit. Redo Second, -3 pool.]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Shadows of the Night] [Whelan
First Split Action: Firearms+Dexterity: Shoot BSD. -2 pool.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Shadows of the Night] [Whelan
Damage! 4+1.]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Shadows of the Night] [Whelan
Second Split Action: Firearms+Dexterity: Shoot BSD. -3 pool.]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Shadows of the Night] [Whelan
Damage! 4+3.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Giacomo Castellano] [Shot to the foot, mothafucka!//Firearms, Diff 6-2(range)+2(called)]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 5, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Giacomo Castellano] [Damage//4+3+1(L)]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Maija] START YOU FUCKIN TRUCK! Else I look completely pathetic – come on KAHSEENO. I get ya don’t like bows. V will be NEKID!
Intell+drive diff 8
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 8 (Failure at target 8)
[Maija] Redo because Lessa’s an IDIOT!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Maija] Alright – who is you fuckers? (spending wp for diff+1, at -3 for split action. )
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Success x 1 at target 7) [WP]
[Gael Sandoval] [*sigh*…Run the fuck back to Bad Cop]
[Evan McCollach] (Changed action. No shift, no claw. Scream strange word. +1 diff for changed action. WP added)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 4, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]
[Nessa] “Tim Boyle! He’s DEAD Now leave me the fuck alone!” She’s PISSED, as she tries to squirm free of his fucking cuffs, squirms rather desperately in fact.
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Shadows of the Night] Whose side are they on, anyway?
Boyle executes what is quite possibly the slickest subduing of a criminal in the history of slick subduing, managing to hold a woman half his size on the ground while he reaches around under his trench coat to pull his handcuffs out of the waistband of his trousers, snapping “Quit squirming, lady, you’re under a-fucking-rrest!“
Whelan, on the other hand, fires two rounds into the guy that actually connect this time, one in the neck and one in the head, halting him in his tracks but failing to completely take him under. Jackie does that, blowing the thing’s foot off and sending them both crashing to the ground in a hail of blood and gore.
Maija manages to hot wire the car after another try, and as hot air and Blue Oyster Cult chimes in from the speakers on either side of the vehicle. She starts to rifle through the contents of the vehicle, having to sift through Burger King wrappers and maps from all over the goddamn place before she looks in the glove box.
The registration is to a Lisa Tremaine of Cicero, Illinois, as is the insurance. There are no warrants that she can find, no identification of the men outside the vehicle, and within seconds the inside of the vehicle is stifling. It’s hot as Hell in here.
Gael and Evan both change tactics, Gael seeing that the job has been done by the time he reaches the crest of the path and Evan realizing that he’d be better served jamming the weaponry in the area. Boyle and Whelan are unawares, or if they are aware they don’t seem to give two shits.
Nessa struggles valiantly, but Boyle hauls her to her feet anyway. At least she didn’t call him ‘Timmy.’
[Giacomo Castellano] Initiative!
5+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Gael Sandoval] [+8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Maija] (+7)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Nessa] (init +6)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Evan McCollach] (6+ *sacrifices Jamie for Init*)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6
[Shadows of the Night] [Boyle, +6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Shadows of the Night] [Whelan, +8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Shadows of the Night] [ROUND THREE–FIGHT!
Jackie: 15
Maija: 15
Whelan: 15
Nessa: 14
Evan: 12
Gael: 11
Boyle: 8
Declare in reverse order… LIKE A BOSS!]
[Shadows of the Night] [Boyle
Action: Haul Nessa to the truck.]
[Gael Sandoval] [grapple Boyle]
[Evan McCollach] (Grapple Boyle)
[Nessa] (Make boyle let go!!numina!)
[Shadows of the Night] [Whelan
Action: Wait to see what Jackie does.]
[Maija] Holy HELL it’s hot. She slams the heater OFF because holy hell, seriously? She finds nothing that tells her anything about those fuckers, and she looks over to see where everyone is. Dead BSD. Two cops with Nessa in handcuffs – heading this way. And she makes a quick decision. She grabs the registration and insurance cards and shoves them into her hoodie pocket. Slamming the truck into gear, she heads… down the street. Stolen truck anyone? Come get me, Coppers!
Declare: Drive, baby, drive!
[Giacomo Castellano] A mess.
The man grabbing at him had burst more than once as gunfire from the elder detective had ripped through his body and Jack has done no better himself with that shot that splattered pieces of foot and ankle and shooe all over one leg.
Jack squirms free, sits up and turns the gun on Boyle.
“What the fuck man!?”
[Action: Point gun. (Aim)]
[Maija] (come on baby, lemme driiiiiiiiiive mah caaaaaaaaaaar…
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Shadows of the Night] Whelan holds up his hands in a Don’t shoot motion, and keeps his mouth shut for once.
[Nessa] Nessa loosk down again rathe rdesperately, and focuses with all her might -her hands are BOUND and if they take her away, she’d dead…
as she told Maija and Lonna, these arent’ normal cops.
(numina-1mana= -1 diff, spending 1 WP… make Boyle raise his arms to the fucknig sky)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 7, 8, 9, 10 [WP]
[Nessa] (fight feedback!)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 10 (Failure at target 7)
[Evan McCollach] Evan moves to grab Boyle as he tries to haul Nessa off.
“Who are you?”
(strength+Brawl *sacrifice of Jamie goodness*)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Shadows of the Night] [Boyle
Brawl+Strength: Where Is Your God Now?]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Gael Sandoval] ((Str+Brawl))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Shadows of the Night] This is turning bad real fast.
Jackie turns his weapon on Whelan, who had just more or less assisted him in saving his own hide from being carted off to whatever godforsaken place the likes of the linebacker were liable to congregate and who is now raising his hands, gun in hand and safety in place, towards the sky, revealing the full force of what he had unquestionably done to himself: those are suicide scars.
Maija peels off like a bat out of Hell, nearly stalling the engine in the process but managing to make off with it all the same, Donald Roeser encouraging her not to fear the Reaper.
Nessa finds herself failing to exert any sort of mind control over Boyle, who drops her anyway because first Evan tries and then fails to wrestle him into submission, then Gael steps up and shows him out to do it, putting him in such a strong grappling hold that the thinner man can only snap, “OW, fucker!” and struggle fruitlessly.
[Inits if you want ’em!]
[Evan McCollach] (6+)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Maija] +7!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5
[Nessa] (+6)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Gael Sandoval] [+8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Giacomo Castellano] 5+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Shadows of the Night] [Boyle, +6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Shadows of the Night] [Whelan, +8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Shadows of the Night] [ROUND FOUR–GET OVER HERE!
Gael: 15
Evan: 14
Boyle: 14
Maija: 12
Jackie: 12
Nessa: 9
Whelan: 9
Declare in reverse order! Weeeooo!]
[Shadows of the Night] Whelan lets out a slow breath, looking Jackie straight in the eye with calm if vaguely exhausted eyes. “C’mon, kid, put the gun down, huh?”
[Nessa] (Split action: 1. get the fuck out of grabbing range! 2. peek at Boyles head agin!)
[Giacomo Castellano] Jack isn’t completely dumb.
He has a week’s gambling take and an extra fifteen thousand dollars, log books with names and locations of customers and a forty five caliber silenced pistol with the serial numbers filed off in that bag. He’ll shoot his way out if he has to but he’s going to try and talk his way out of it if he can.
“Okay…Okay. On three we both set the guns down and then you tell me what just happened, alright?”
He’s still pointing the gun but his palm draws the tiniest space on the small iron to show he’ll drop if the other will. “We can all walk out of this like nothing happened.”
[Action, Persuade Whelan to end the mexican standoff.]
[Maija] Come on baby (don’t fear the reaper) ! Baby take my hand (don’t fear the reaper)
We’ll be able to fly (don’t fear the reaper) ! Baby I’m you man….
lalalalala -lalalalala
Love of two is one… here by now they’re gone….
And Maija does a quick survey of the battle they’ve won…
And aims the truck for Whelan, now that everything is done…
(Action: try and reason with mah new front grill, biatch, cuz we know ya ain’t normal! (and WP))
[Shadows of the Night] [Boyle
Split Action: Head Butt Gael, spending WP; kick Evan.]
[Evan McCollach] (Activate Resist Pain (because Lessa is gonna run us down now). Disarm Boyle. Rage action. Rip open handcuffs on Nessa)
[Gael Sandoval] [Snap-shift to glabro
a: Continue to hold Boyle down while asking what the fuck is up, yo
b: dodge headbutt]
[Gael Sandoval] “Hold still!” he roared as his body cracked and shifted back to something at least resembling human. “What are you!?”
((Str+Brawl))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Gael Sandoval] ((That last roll? Didn’t happen))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Gael Sandoval] ((Dex+Dodge -3))
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Evan McCollach] (Disarm Boyle. Dex+Ath) *offers up Mindy to Kahseeno*
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 4, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Shadows of the Night] Boyle
“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you, that’s what I am!”
Brawl+Dexterity: Head Butt Gael.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 10 (Failure at target 7) Re-rolls: 1
[Maija] (Kahseeno? Srsly? This would be a good time to LOVE ME! HAAAAAAAAAIL! you can have Cody and V and Mindy Three!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) [WP]
[Shadows of the Night] [Boyle
First Split Action: Head Butt. I am an idiot. -2 pool. Spending WP.]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 6, 6, 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 7) [WP] Re-rolls: 2
[Shadows of the Night] [Boyle
Damage: Strength+4.]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 6, 6, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Gael Sandoval] ((soak!))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 9, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Shadows of the Night] [Boyle
Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Kick Evan! Woo! -3 pool.]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[Shadows of the Night] [Boyle
Damage: Strength+1 (kick damage before you ask).]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 5, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Evan McCollach] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 2, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Maija] (Car damage baby – 4 suxx +3 for speeeeeeed)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Giacomo Castellano] “One.”
“Two.”
CRACK! The Christian God sends a pickup truck to save Giacomo. Spirits schmirits.
[Switching actions, AIMING MOAR: Whelan]
[Nessa] Nessa rolls away when someone large and wonderful pins Boyle, and she is FREE and out of reach; nearly instantly she is back to her old tricks, which might be utterly futile now, but something is really really wrong….
There is fear.
Adn then there is… a bit of mental rudeness as Nessa goes diving for whatever the fuck Boyle is…
(numina, 1 more WP!)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 9, 10 [WP]
[Shadows of the Night] [Whelan
Switching Action, +1 diff.
Firearms+Dexterity: Shooting through the underside of the car at Maija.]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 8) Re-rolls: 1
[Shadows of the Night] [I forgot about Jam Weaponry. He fires but nothing happens.]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Evan McCollach] (Rage action)
Evan was now pissed. He was trying to be civil, he was trying to defuse the problem with some simple words and hopefully they would go. They got who they wanted. Now it was… did he just kick Evan? Did he actually kick him? Evan swings at Boyle and growls.
“LEAVE”
(Rage Action changed. Punch +1 diff for change action. -2 diff for grappled target. [WP] used. *offers up the holy trio of sacrifice to appease Kahseeno)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 5) [WP]
[Evan McCollach] (Damage 3+3+4 *Holy trinity of sacrifice all nice and pretty*)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Shadows of the Night] [Boyle
Soak, fucker!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Shadows of the Night] [ROUND FOUR–DAMAGE
Agnessa: SAFE
Evan: 1B courtesy of Boyle
Gael: 4B courtesy of Boyle
Jackie: SAFE
Maija: SAFE
Whelan: 1L courtesy of Maija
Boyle: 2B courtesy of Evan]
[Evan McCollach] (craft roll 1: diff +1 for no craft. Create staff and glyphs)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 7)
to Maija
[Evan McCollach] (Craft roll 2: +1 diff)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 7)
to Maija
[Evan McCollach] (Create roll 3: +1diff)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 2, 7 (Success x 1 at target 7)
to Maija
[Shadows of the Night] Here’s a sound you don’t want to hear in the Near North Side after dark: sirens.
They start not long after the carnage begins, about two minutes after Whelan fires his first shot, as Maija is firing up the Ford and aiming it towards the Mexican stand-off that is occurring between Jackie and Sergeant Whelan. Neither man is willing to put down his weapon until Maija slams the 50-something Bostonian into the ground with a slam, a thud and an “Oof!” to herald her success.
That only serves to piss him off and stain his already-green shirt, and when he raises his gun to press it to approximately where the driver’s seat is, the safety clicks off but nothing happens.
“Shit!” he hisses, rolling out from under the pickup and getting to his feet.
==========
Meanwhile, back at the sidewalk, the Garou are having a field day with Boyle.
Blood Runs Like Tears demands to know what the man he’s currently holding in a painful grappling hold is, only to be told that he’s going to fucking kill him. A head butt slams out of the waxing darkness, a bit of blood dribbles from the Glabro’s nose, and Boyle uses the stabilizing force of the man behind him to kick at Evan. He connects, only to have a human-sized fist slammed into his stomach.
He grunts with the force of it, then starts struggling in earnest against Blood Runs Like Tears as his partner comes shuffling down the pathway, moving at a pretty quick clip with his gun still in his hand. The safety is on, at least. He’s not planning on using it. Not when he’s got a handcuffed woman and two idiot monsters in one direction and a pissed off female driver and a gangster behind him.
“You cock sores wanna be around when the cops get here?” Whelan asks as he reaches the sidewalk. “Huh? Let him go!”
[Gael Sandoval] He snarled when that blow hit him in the face, giving a shake of his head to clear the stars that appeared momentarily. The hell? What was this fucker’s head made out of, granite?
And contrary to what the elder cop was shouting at him… Gael did not let the man go. He tightened his grip, growling in frustration.
“Someone…explain… what the fuck… is going on.” In glabro his voice was a rough growl. An unpleasant approximation of his usual deep texan drawl.
[Giacomo Castellano] That sound? Too familiar.
And this guy isn’t going back behind plate glass and he hates wearing orange. Whelan screams out and it turns Jack away long enough to note the other end of this melee behind him. You know what? Man’s got a point. Jack is doing and ass-back shuffle and pushing the fallen attacker back away with the side of one fist and the barrel of a gun so that he can pick up that black duffel and get the fuck out of dodge.
To his feet he turns, no regard for the man with the jammed weapon, or his tiny friend or the…
fuck those are werewolves aren’t they?
Better reason to run then.
He’s off as fast as his legs will take him unless someone’s got enough balls or gumption to try and stop him.
[Gael Sandoval] ((Str+Brawl -1))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Shadows of the Night] [Boyle
Brawl+Strength, -1 pool (damage). Spending WP.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]
[Maija] She hops out the truck, leaving it running and the door open before she gestures to Giacomo as Whelan is stalking off. “Help me grab that fucking thing and put it in the back! Ain’t their fuckin’ truck anyway.”
Sirens mean real cops and there’s a dead bsd on the ground and that ain’t good even if he’s a bad guy – she doesn’t ask twice, but goes about gathering the dead weight to toss him in the back of the truck, whether he helps or not. And he’d better, since she just hit a fuckin fake-a-cop with his own (stolen) truck. She’d LIKE to make a getaway – in said truck would be just fine with her.
And the motherfucker runs. She growls “YOUChickenShitBASTARD!” and does her best, but if she can’t manhandle the veil fucking breaking BSD into the truck herself… well. She’s got a couple minutes, right? Come on, skinny ass, heave HO!
[Nessa] Nessa shakes now, with exhaustion, the rush of the fight, fear. From identifying the wyrm creature who was right by Jack, to battering her brain against the wall of Doyle. And more. “Not.. human? I think? SO strange…”
She could say more, but doesn’t, not now.
With little time to spare, she summons energy drops to the ground, tucks her legs against her body and moves her cuffed hands to an in-front-of her position. Damned if she doesn’t look experienced at the movement. Or just bloody flexible.
Runs to help Maija load a body; she can deal with the cuffs later.
[Shadows of the Night] Whelan stares at the Glabro Gael as if he can’t believe the gravelly words that are coming out of his mouth; looks to his partner as if he can’t believe the kid can’t get himself out of a grapple hold from a guy at least one and a half times bigger than he is; then looks back to Gael and says, “You’re kidding, right?”
[Gael Sandoval] Yes. He’s kidding. Because normally cops run around picking fights with random strangers, shooting people without provocation, and remaining completely unphased at the sight of someone magically changing into a wolf. He has no reason whatsoever to be suspicious.
With a quick glance in the direction of the ever-encroaching sirens, he huffed out a breath, still holding the younger of the two hostage.
“What. Are you?”
As if they were going to answer him.
[Shadows of the Night] Whelan takes a deep breath as if to keep from hurling his firearm at the inhuman monster in front of him, or at his partner, who can’t seem to get himself loose from the beast. There is a flatly annoyed look on his face, although it’s hard to tell who it’s directed at.
“You do not have time for this conversation, man,” he says. “We’re with the Phoenix PD and that guy we were chasing fucking decimated a small Sept outside the city proper a couple’a months ago. You want fucking credentials? Fine. You wanna stand here until the Chicago blues show up? I ain’t the one whose ass is going to be on the line. I got a warrant. What’ve you got? Besides a fucking bloody nose and a… terribly cute spoon hold on my partner?”
[Maija] “Oh come ON…” The dude was built like a linebacker, and the waif and the flexokin can’t. quite. lift. him. She’s bracing and dragging for all she’s worth but for crissakes, they’re not garou…. and That Dude says he has a warrant, and she snorts. “not in th’fuckin truck he ain’t…”
And Evan to the rescue. He see’s their plight and gives them a much needed helpful HEAVE HO, and in the bsd body goes into the back of the truck. Now covered in blood, she looks at the others, and hisses to Nessa. “Get in.”
And she better be fast, because Maija’s diving for the driver’s seat to get the hell outa dodge. The Garou can fend for themselves with the cops.
[Gael Sandoval] ((Truth of Gaia ftw?))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 7)
[Nessa] UUUUUUHHHH. “Heavy,” she pants at Maija as they struggle with the body. It doesn’t go far.
“FUCK this. He’s not . normal, like.. not human? wierd. Where’s– shit. ” Jack had taken off; they are sscrewed till Evan comes.
Andhten she’s SO In that car, will deal with the cuffs on her own when they are away, bracing herself for a fast take off with ehr legs.
[Gael Sandoval] “Tell him to stop fucking attacking us then. And leave her alone.”
Here he gave a jerk of his head towards Nessa. They may very well have had a legitimate reason to arrest her, for all he knew, but she was still kin, and he still didn’t trust these two worth a damn. Still…the older one seemed to be telling him the truth, so with some irritation, he loosened his grip on the younger one and let him go, shifting back down to homid as he did so.
“I want to talk to you both. Tomorrow?”
[Shadows of the Night] “Can’t do tomorrow,” Whelan says as the tall furry thing lets go of his partner, who scowls and jerks his arms away and mutters what sounds like “Cheese dick” before crossing his arms over his chest as if to protect them. “Got church. How about Sunday?”
Assuming Gael is alright with this arrangement, Whelan clears his throat.
“Meet us at Soldier’s Field Sunday at sundown. I don’t care if you come alone or bring a fucking army with you, but I find out that body ain’t properly disposed of we’re gonna have a problem, capisce?“
He pronounces ‘capisce’ like an Italian rather than an Irish-American, and if Gael agrees again, Whelan reaches out to grab his partner by the elbow and lead him away.
[Maija] She doesn’t wait any longer – she slams the truck into gear, and they’re outa there.
As she starts to drive, she takes a very very random way around the city. Getting good and lost, getting their trail good and cold. “Fuck.”
She shakes her head, and looks over at Nessa. “Gonna call for a friend – he’ll take care of that thing in th’back. Start goin through the shit in here, see if ya can find anything on them fuckers.” And with that, she pulls the little wooden pendant out of her shirt, and firmly breaks it in half.
Paging Marcus.
[Nessa] YShe nods, and fishes around awkwardly in her purse for a little makeup bag– in it are lockpicks and she gets started with the handcuffs, till she is free to start sifting for evidence as to what the fuck is happening….
[Gael Sandoval] He gave a little snort.
“Fine.”
And with that? He was off to avoid the sirens.
[Shadows of the Night] [I GOT SOUL BUT… okay yeah it’s wrapped!]
[Maija] She makes sure there are no cops on their trail, before she starts to seriously look for a place to park the hot ass truck. She spies an alley in a REALLY not good area, between two abandoned buildings, and pulls in carefully. Only when she’s sure that no one is following them does she kill the engine, and start to help sift through papers, through trash, through everything in the truck.
Sure. They leave the kin to fuckin’ clean up. They ain’t even think of grabbin him far as she could see. Adrinilin still pumping high and fast…. “fuckin asshats. Ya see that fucker run? I’ma hit HIS ass next time…”
[Nessa] “Need those grills on front? Like on trains? catchercows. And SHARPEN them. And go fAAAAST with hemi engine… Yeah… Is hard to hurt BSDs with vehicles.
We shoudl weaponize some.
Now she laughs, the laughter of someone who LIVED. “is GOOD to be free… and thank you, for ride to safety, everything.”
[Nessa] (night!)
to cricket, Maija, Marcus Schwarzkopf, the devil
[Marcus Schwarzkopf] *He’d been heading out to see if Joss was around in the Eagles Territory when the little sparrow came flapping and curpping like crazy at him. So it was quite a shock for those around Marcus when he started off at a dead sprint following a little spirit bird that no one else could see.*
[Maija] She nods. “Yeah, get on outa here. I’ll finish up.”
Nessa takes off, and Maija tears off the edge of her tank top under that hoodie, and goes about wiping every surface free of her fingerprints. When Marcus finds her, she’s alone in a truck he doesn’t recognize, with a dead body in the back, and she looks like she’s on a massive cleaning spree as she goes through to keep everything from identifying her in any way.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf] *He shows up breathing heavily already shifted into Glabro as he comes into the area expecting there to be some sort of danger.* “Maija!” *He gutteral voice calls out.*
[Maija] She steps out of the truck, the adrinelin wearing out now, and she’s starting to shake. She stumbles back – and looks over at him, and lifts a blood covered hand – the blood dry and flaking. She’s covered. She leans on the bed of the truck. “I ain’t know who else t’call. I ain’t hurt, I’m jus’… well. Needin t’take cara that.”
She points to the dead guy in the back. Clearly, she came out of the battle on the right end – much better than DeadGuy, anyway.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf] *He shifts back into his homid form. He frowns a bit, and looks at her.* “You sure you’re not injured?” *He says as he looks back at the corpse in the back of the truck.*
[Maija] She nods. “Yeah. Same fuckers what started shit the other night. They ain’t cops – leastwise, ain’t normal ones. But that one.. ”
She looks at the body. “That one’s a BSD – accordin to all of the fuckers that was there. I ran over one of’e with this.” she slaps the side of the truck with a smirk. “He ain’t gonna be to happy with me. I done got all mah fingerprints n’shit out, an the only think I kin find was the insurance an’ registration – neither name matches the fuckers that said they was cops.”
She pauses… and softly.
“sSorry I busted th’talen for this, but I ain’t know how to dispose of th’body – I jus’ know it’s gotta be done cuz he ain’t human n’shit.” a beat. “I ain’t know who else t’call… an ain’t know’d where ya was.”
[Marcus Schwarzkopf] *He nods, and looks over the truck.* “There still gas in the tank?” *He says as he looks at the area, and the corpse again.*
[Maija] She nods. “Yeah. I’d have t’hotwire it again if yah wanna drive it somewheres. They ain’t leave th’keys in here.”
Coming down after the whole thing, it’s hit her just how exhausted she really is. She steps back, and tries to clean her hands off with the rag – not that it does much good, as her hoodie is once again drenched in blood. Thankfully, this time, it’s not her own.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf] *He holds out his right hand.* “Toss me that rag.”
[Maija] She tosses it to him, and runs her fingers back through her hair.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf] *He catches the rag, and then pulls out his Gerber tool. He gets on his back on the ground, and slides underneath the truck. The sound of a snip as he cuts the fuel line, and then a puncture into metal after a few bangs with his hand the screwdriver punching through to the gas tank. He crawled back from out under the truck.* “Open the door to the cab while I grab him.” *He heads to the back to bed and grabs the corpse to pull him out.*
[Maija] She watches, quietly, before she moves to do as he asks, pulling the sleeve of her sweatshirt down over her hand so she doesn’t have to wipe for prints again.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf] *He puts the body in the cab, and shut the door. He said.* “shit. Forgot the oil pan. One sec.” *He went back under the truck and screwed it off to let the oil drop. He came up and had gas on his hands. He pulled out a zippo lighter.* “Alright time to go.”
[Maija] “Ain’t gotta tell me twice.” She says with a brief, barely there smirk that slides across her lips, and nods, heading toward the end of the alley, arms wrapped around herself, pulling her hood up to hide her face once more – waiting at the mouth of the alley for him to catch up.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf] *He tossed the lighter on the ground near where the gas was pooling toward. He took off at a run after a quick check to make sure the flame was still lit. As he got close to her the gas ignited with a whoosh sound, and he motioned for her to follow him as he ran out of the alley making sure she was out first.*
[Maija] And run she does… the whoosh was enough to send her down the street, as fast as her tired legs could take her – and she won’t stop until he tells her too, or she collapses.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf] *They didn’t have far to go, about twenty rounds down the block they heard the explosion, but felt the concussion boom a split second before. A flash of light from the alley as a fireball engulfed the truck as the gas tank when up and exploded under the pressure. He stopped running at looked back.* “There… Now probably can’t be identified.”
[Marcus Schwarzkopf] ((rounds = yards))
[Maija] She stops when he does, fighting for breath. it’s been a long ass day, and she’s beat. She looks back when he does, and smirk slightly. “I should hope not.” She wraps her arms around herself again, hugging thin torso tightly.
“We better get. I need t’wash up.” a beat, and softly. “Sorry I used th’ talen. I jus’ ain’t know what else t’do.”
[Marcus Schwarzkopf] *He nods.* “Yeah it’s no problem. I’ll see if I can get you another one.” *He wiped his forehead with back of his hand.* “Yeah lets get you back to the Brotherhood.” *He turns and starts to walk in the direction of the Brotherhood.*
[Maija] She falls into step with him, and falls quiet, as usual. She ain’t walking quite as quickly as she usually does, but she trudges on, grateful that it’s really not too far to go to get to the Brotherhood – a shower, and bed.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf] *By bus or by foot Marcus sees Maija back to the Brotherhood. Once there before she heads in he waves good bye to her and then turns to head back out.*
[Maija] (thanks for the rescue. :) )
[Marcus Schwarzkopf] ((NP anytime. :) )