[Liadan Whelan] Lee is at a pool table. There’s a mug of something dark and frothy on one of the corners. She’s here to get away, to be out from under the thumb of…well, she’s not really sure if anyone really keeps tabs on her whereabouts. She hasn’t seen Taggart for a few days now, but she simply assumes that their schedules — never really aligned to begin with — are just off this week. She doesn’t know yet that he’s been forbidden to speak to or interact with or accept help from kinfolk until the next full moon. The tall redhead just thinks he’s busy, tending the graves or mediating challenges or doing whatever it is that he does when he’s not in room 1.
She doesn’t know he’s not the Master of Challenges anymore, either.
Lee leans across the table to line up a shot, aiming to sink the ‘2’ in a side pocket. When she drives the pool stick forward, she misses, straightens, and returns to get another drink of her beer. She’s begun to wear layers. Over top of an off white long-sleeved shirt, her t-shirt is black, has some obscure continent on it, and reads ‘I Survived Barrens Chat.’ The rest of her attire is simple: snug fitting boot cut jeans and a pair of black on black Chucks.
[Riot] Jacks House
It was one of those places that stood defiantly against the pressures of the Mile’s expansionist attitude. Low to the ground, tucked down an alleyway you had to be crazy or comfortable with to walk into in the first place and situated between the dumpsters of a pair of busy restaurants. The cop’s couldn’t be bothered with it and more often then not most of the population that called it a ‘hang out’ could be found in the gutter with their boyfriend or tucked in a high rise and suit, looking to slum it with the trashy bubble gum popper, three stools down.
Jacks wasn’t good enough for most people but it didn’t stop it from being a popular spot, despite the lewd writings on the bathroom walls, the client base that looked half an inch from a bar room brawl at any given moment and the lack of a proper apostrophe in it’s name. Neon was minimal, except in the old jukebox in the corner, covered by a big titted ex-stripper close to her fifties and slathered in make-up and a leopard print skirt too short to be suggestive.
The Pool tables were many, empty for the most part, cues lining the shadowed walls where mugs, glasses and all sorts of half-empty drinks sat, forgotten by the drunkard stumbled out into the night.
‘Lucy’ stood behind the bar, washing mugs with a dirty rag, the tattoos along his arms and bald head snarling vicious looking animals in various predatory poses and ways, from the lions head over his brow and mot of his skull, to the rabid badgers dukin’ it out on his left bicep (large enough to dwarf a watermelon that it was). The word ‘Lucy’ was printed in bold across the front of his chest, stylized in lettering that looked like it belonged in a book from centuries ago.
[Alexander] Lee’s next shot gets intercepted. The cue ball is snatched up off the table, cat-quick, before it even collides with her target. It’s Alexander, of course, who flips it back at her, underhanded, but quicker than need be. Call it a reflex check.
“Want some competition?” He sets his beer down on the edge of the table. Vaughn’s jeans come down over motorcycle boots. His shirt is a deep red, a few shades off true. A black logo, textless, blazes across his chest.
[Hunter] Places like these might seem a bit less-than-savory to the usual Mag Mile crowd, but to the tall, exotic woman seated by herself at a table in the corner, they were just as good a place to sit down and have a drink as any other. The Ahroun had her feet up on the table, long legs rather nicely highlighted through the hugging of dark denim, and she was leaning back a bit in her chair, a bottle of local IPA in one hand. Somewhere along the line, she’d gotten enough money to buy herself dinner here and there. Likely, not through savory means.
As usual, a pocket of empty space surrounded her. Occasionally someone might toss a glance her way nervously, as if they were afraid she might whip out a gun at any moment and shoot the place up. Or maybe a knife. A knife was more likely. A new white cotton A-frame donned her upper half (free from the blood splatters she hadn’t been able to wash out of the old one) and a jacket lay draped over the back of her chair.
Occasionally she took a sip of her drink, but otherwise she seemed rather content simply to sit and gaze off into the distance.
[Mackenzie Walsh] The woman in the pant-suit who walks into Jacks House doesn’t look like she fits here. She didn’t carry a briefcase in hand, but it was easy enough to take one look at that expensive black suit and those shoes and recognize a corporate level worker when you saw one. Mackenzie Walsh still had her ID card clipped to the waist of her trousers, her jacket unbuttoned over a plain white blouse and her purse shucked over one shoulder.
She was an attractive woman, with straight brown hair that brushed against her shoulders as she walked, and round, almond colored eyes that when leveled upon you spoke of intelligence and deep consideration. Her complexion tended toward the pale side of things, lightly freckled from a childhood in warm, sunny climates. She hesitated, once inside the door and scanned the interior carefully before proceeding toward a familiar red head over by the pool tables.
Several pairs of eyes watched the diminutive brunette’s progress with keen drunkard’s interest. Clearly, it was hoped she was around to slum it tonight.
[Liadan] Lee catches the ball awkwardly with her left hand, pulling it to her chest once she’s sure her fingers are actually gripping it. She tips her head at the stocky, solid figure of Alexander fucking Vaughn, reddish brow quirked. Her mug is replaced on the corner of the pool table.
“Sure. I could use a distraction until someone prettier than you shows up.” She hasn’t seen Mackenzie enter yet.
[Alexander] “You sure?” he mocks. Lets go the beer bottle and ambles toward her, that sort of aggressively confident, cocksure walk that only bullies and assholes seem to be able to muster up. “I’m pretty fucking good. Might spank your ass all over the table.”
He passes her. The bump of his shoulder can’t be accidental, and it’s more a shoulder-check than anything approaching flirtation. Long and gleaming in the dim bar light, a rack of pool cues awaits him. He skims his fingers over them, selects one, sights down the length to check its straightness.
Then he grabs a block of chalk off the top and comes back, the cue slung over his shoulder like a spear.
“Wanna rack ’em and break ’em?”
[Maija] She doesn’t go out much, Maija, preferring the relative safety of home and obscurity. But sometimes, a game of pool is exactly what it’d take to make the evening complete. What better place than an out of the way hole in the wall?
A few tables down from Lee and now Alex, she plays on her own. Not much has changed about her since she moved out of the Brotherhood the last time – her jeans are still frayed, hr boots still scuffed, and she still hides in the depths of that dingy gray oversized sweatshirt.
A sweatshirt she peels off and ties around her waist before bending over to take another shot.
[Delmar Meister] He’d been here all of a week and already Delmar had a favorite place. Well, he’d only just found Jacks three beers and a bowl of bar nuts ago, to be honest. But the longer he stayed around the high end dive the more he liked the place. In particular, the gullible patrons.
“I uhhhh…I bet I can finish these two beers before you finish those two shots.” He’d said. And after a brief ‘clarification’ of the rules Delmar delicately covered the remaining shot glass with his empty beer mug, and slid the ten dollar bill of the table.
“Now uhhhhh remember. You can’t touch my glass and uhhhhhh I can’t touch yours.”
That was the second time tonight he’d get a round on someone else’s tab.
[Riot] (Patron WP)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Charlie] If he wanted to play pool, he could have stayed in the common room. He wouldn’t have had to put shoes and a shirt on to do that; he could have stayed stoned all evening, smacking balls around a felt-covered table in a half-assed attempt to learn the rules of the game, until he was ready to go to the Caern. That’s where he’s been spending his waking hours since the Moot, after all, and it has nothing to do with his Alpha’s being banned from contact with Kinfolk. He’s trying to prove that he’s a capable Keeper of the Land, and he can’t do that if he’s hanging around The Brotherhood in a marijuana-induced stupor.
He can’t do that at a bar downtown, either, but he has been having terrible luck trying to get ahold of his kinswoman since the bonfire, and she said that she was going to be stopping by this hole-in-the-wall called Jack’s House after work. So Charlie agreed to put on some clothes and swing by before he went to the Caern, as if the bar is remotely on the way there.
They aren’t carding at the door, which is just as well, as he hasn’t got a card to show them. He wanders in and stops just beyond the threshold separating the alleyway and the establishment, sniffing to clear his sinuses and looking around in an attempt to seek out a familiar face.
He finds five of them.
He reaches up to scratch the back of his head, dark eyes looking faraway for a moment, then wanders the rest of the way in.
[Liadan] He shoulder-checks her. Lee…doesn’t nothing to retaliate. The words he spoke the last time they saw each other still ring in her ears. She remembers that cocky, arrogant swagger. He looks like a pit bull, all small and compact. But pit bulls aren’t born aggressive, they’re made that way by cruel masters. Lee doesn’t care what Alex’s story is, however.
A huff of laughter. “Don’t make me get all nostalgic.”
Lee picks up the pool rack and starts tossing the balls inside. When she’s satisfied they’re in order, she rolls it once across the table, and sets it up.
[Liadan] [*does nothing, bleh]
[Riot] Delmar’s games were drawing a small crowd of barrel thick men (chest and head both) and had spawned a small cadre of people looking to make some quick cash off the slender man’s efforts. A few of them could have sworn they had his game figured out and had tried their luck. The last one had knocked over a stool with a broad curse and turned away to nurse a beer, disgusted and angry.
‘Lucy’ was being tolerant of the entire thing, if only because he got more money out of the patrons, win or lose. There were a few times the massive bouncer/tender had raised a glance in Delmar’s direction, a cautionary warning in that glance as the last fellow goes storming off and is replaced by another.
* * * *
Alex and Lee are drawing some attention as well, though for different reasons.
The former is being given brief glances, seemingly testing out his attachment to the young miss at the Pool Table. Men in chairs or sitting at the bar, lifting their eyes to follow Lee’s various curves around the table as she leans forward for another shot or reaches out for another sip of her beer. There weren’t a few watching her alcohol intake at that.
A chuckle from a nearby man dressed in a leather vest and matching pants, is offered to Maija as she takes another shot, large thick hands that look like they could wrap and hide her entire head up in them, lifting to offer a clap as another ball snaps into a corner pocket.
* * * *
Mackenzie is first through the door and Charlie not long after. It is amazing though how much of a different that half a step makes.
Where as the young and attractive woman comes through unmolested, allowed her pick of the tables and chairs, Charlie steps through the door and is almost bowled over by a man a few inches taller then he is. Thick moustache and a dripping beard of grey combine with a leering scowl and thickened muscles under a dark denim outfit fit for a cowboy.
He grunts in Charlie’s face and continues on his way, wandering toward where the small collection of tables and chairs reside, a few patrons milling around with one another at a couple of tables, a ratty old couch with a passed out drunk in a gray and white striped jump suit, sitting near the left most arm rest and that Jukebox with it’s Big titted ex-stripper, swaying to some Neil Young song.
[Mackenzie Walsh] As Lee lines the shot up to break, a body walks into frame.
A familiar body at that, with a voice matching to it that warns with quiet amusement at the discovery of her friend shooting pool with a (as far as she’s aware) stranger. “Careful,” the lawyer places a hand on the edge of the table and leans in to observe her. “Don’t overshoot.”
[Riot] “…’Ey…”
‘Lucy’ leans forward slightly to eye Hunter from down the bar, one of his mugs set back into the row hanging from the top rack.
“…You want another, girlie?”
[Maija] There’s an applause as the ball falls into the pocket, and she glances up to see who it is. Her eyes drop almost instantly. If you ignore them, they go away, right? Instead, she moves around the table and lines up her next shot.
As she moves, she takes note of Alex and Lee down a bit. Familiar faces, both, though not for some time. She isn’t they happy go lucky type, so doesn’t say hello. Instead, she bends to let the cue hit the ball with a solid snap, sending the 5-ball toward the side pocket.
[Hunter] Hunter was paying closer attention to her surroundings than she looked. Dark eyes scanned the faces of those nearby, never landing on anyone long enough to make them feel as if they were being watched. The pool tables attracted her attention on more than one occasion, and for a moment she watched Lee and Alex with something resembling mild curiosity.
When Charlie and Mackenzie walked in, she eyed them for a moment, recognizing the former. The metis didn’t get so much as a nod, though, as the bartender suddenly jerked the Strider’s attention back towards the bar. Giving ‘Lucy’ a long, cold gaze, she finally gave the faintest shake of her head.
“No. And don’t call me girlie.”
[Riot] (Weeeeeooooo)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 6, 8, 10, 10
[Charlie] The gaunt kid is nearly knocked down by a huge bruiser, and he wrinkles his nose in response to that animalistic noise but says nothing in response. Rather than getting in his face or retaliating somehow, Charlie steps out of the way of the door and hovers against the wall, taking in the bartender and the jukebox and the patrons milling about.
It’s rare that he goes someplace where he’s liable to be surrounded by humans for a protracted period of time. He’s more likely to swoop in for a clear purpose and then get the hell out just as quickly as he can, and that’s what Charlie looks as though he wants to do right about now. But he doesn’t. He pops the vertebrae in his neck and starts toward the pool table where the Kinfolk are gathered.
[Occult+Perception: Sense Wyrm.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 5, 5, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Hunter] [Sense Wyrm FTW]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Alexander] While Liadan lines her break up, Alexander props his cue end-down by the table, twisting chalk onto the tip. Mackenzie shows up. Alexander looks at her brazenly, eyes going all over.
And then, setting the chalk down, he circles around the table to stand behind Liadan. And if the butt end of his pool cue just happens to find its way into some leering patron’s breastbone; well, that’s a coincidence he can live with.
“Eyes to yourself, fuckface,” he mutters, sotto voce. Alexander has the gall to smirk: hypocritical as all shit and proud of it.
[Delmar Meister] Delmar gave a lilting nod to Lucy, his own unspoken ‘yeah, yeah, I know’ expression. Unspoken, of course, because everytime he’d opened his mouth to order that night it started off with a prolonged “Uhhhhhhhhhhhh”
This time Lucy brushed him off in the middle of his ordering to call to the ‘not girlie’ down the bar and Delmar’s gaze shot that way.
Recognition is almost instant. A tingle of skin and gut picking up Rage. So Much Rage! And his nostrils flared at the whiff of pure breeding even stronger than his own, though distinctly different.
“Ohhh…” He said, and his lips parted into a slow, sly smile that didn’t come anywhere near his eyes.
[Liadan] Her height makes her stand out. Her hair makes her something of a lasting memory. It’s not the same for Lee. She doesn’t have a photographic memory. So she doesn’t recall Maija, doesn’t recognize her, can’t place her, and she probably wouldn’t wave hello if she did.
Alex moves behind her. Lee’s dark eyes flick across the bar, scanning faces with the aid of black cats-eye glasses. She looks like a geek, like she should be at home building a computer or out haranguing the staff of Best Buy. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a body. Eyes are on her, eyes set in the faces of crusty, dingy, dirty people. Her own gaze flicks to a much prettier face, that of a certain lawyer with whom she is somewhat familiar. A corner of her mouth lifts in a faint grin.
She shoots for the break.
[Mackenzie Walsh] Alex visually assimilates her body through her clothing as she smiles down at Lee, and the Fury Kinswoman glances at him briefly, returning the appraisal, before returning her attention to the redhead. Of course — that is precisely where Alex moves to, and behind — and Mackenzie’s eyebrows rise in response. Not that she had exactly expected anything from the other woman. Their night together had been brief, and some time ago now. She had little cause to be perturbed by the physical closeness of the man standing behind her.
But she was.
She shifted her weight, and turned her face away under the guise of seeking someone one.
Well, mostly it was a guise because there was Charlie, making a beeline for her. The lawyer’s expression lightened, she smiled in genuine pleasure. “Long time, no see.”
[Riot] ‘Lucy’ oddly enough, leans forward onto the bar, both hands spread out and head cocked to one side evenly, stares Hunter in the eye with a firmness one might not expect.
“…Then how ’bout you finish up ‘n git on? I ain’t runnin’ no hang ’bout…” Gruff and ugly is that voice as another mug is plucked up from the Bar’s front the dirty rag set to it’s foamy innards.
* * * *
The Pool Tables are rich with action tonight, populated by Gaia’s best, brightest and…well…morally questionable. As Kin and Garou gather up and together, the patrons of the Bar settle into the familiar comforts of the night’s routine. Get Drunk, play some scratch, see if the fish are biting and hope you can take home a couple of friends.
A few minutes go by and three of the large gentlemen in leather are grinning at one another as the Big titted ‘Candy’ as she calls herself, pulls them outside and into the night after her.
Leaving behind Neil Young on the Jukebox, wrapping up a somber number and a few lone wolves sitting in chairs, staring into the bottoms of their beer mugs and shot glasses. The man on the couch in his gray jump suit and hood, twitches a little and rolls over slightly to lean into the aging and plush cushion of the head rest.
…And the towering Gentleman in the Denim Outfit stares down at his chest where Alex’s pool cue had prodded him ‘Oh so tenderly’. He’s standing soon enough, a generous 6’5 and glaring down at Alex as the Walker Kin takes his next shot, one giant hand roaming out to tap Alex on the Shoulder heavily, a sneer already in those heavy haired facial features.
“Hey Squirt…You wanna watch it?”
The volume of his voice brings the man sitting at the table next to Maija’s pool game around, bald plate and goatee gleaming with some sort of oil slick, tired and wrinkled eyes narrowing with something akin to expectation.
Likewise could be said for the other three fellows at the bar, turning to glance toward the Pool Tables, leaning back from their drinks.
[Hunter] Senses were a funny thing, sometimes. They could be… misleading. But for now, Hunter took hers at face value, which meant that she stayed put right where she was and kept on taking the occasional sip of her beer. Delmar turned to look at her, and she gave the Fenrir (for that was what his breeding told her he was – unmistakably) a long once-over with her eyes, staring at him rather longer than would be considered polite. (Well, he started it.)
Between the local garou and the bartender, it seemed apparent that fate just didn’t want the Ahroun to stay in a relaxed mood tonight. ‘Lucy’ snapped at Hunter, and for a moment she was almost surprised. People… did not… threaten her. Most could barely stand to be within a mile radius, point in fact.
A lip curled back, revealing too-white teeth in a thoroughly lupine gesture. Then she let her feet slowly set themselves back on the ground, stood to her full 6’2″ height and sashayed over to the bar. There was a long moment of silence, then she asked, in a surprisingly soft voice… “Would you care to make me?”
[Liadan] Alex takes his shot, and the tall gentleman comes up to have a word with him. Lee glances at them, sighs, and takes her next shot.
The tall redhead is not a pool shark by any stretch of the imagination, but she’s not terrible. Unlike most women who tend to hang off pool tables in most bars, Lee actually learned to play the game. She’s not pretty enough to get away with giggling cutely and jiggling her jiggly parts to distract male players from what they’re doing.
She fixes the much taller, much bigger man with a glare from over the rims of her glasses. “Buddy, do you mind? We’re just trying to have a game here.”
[Maija] The man next to her table’s attention is diverted by Alex doing what Alex does – getting into someone’s… chest. Because he has to pick the biggest guy in the bar, right? She stands upright, her hand tightening around the pool cue slightly. Lee says something as well, and Maija looks around. Seeing Ms. Walsh, there’s a brief expression, a smile, that is there and gone before it is fully realized.
She moves around to take her next shot though she’s really watching Alex and them, rather than her own table.
[Delmar Meister] “Uhhhhhhh…” He starts as usual, and taps the bar top first as distraction, again in expression and a final time out of frustration, as if the contact could dislodge his brain.
“Another of what the lady’s uh…h-having.”
And he gave a dismissive wave to Lucy, still not taking his eyes off Hunter.
“Lets uhhhh…lets not ruin a perfectly peaceful night.”
[Charlie] Long time, no see.
Charlie’s lips twitch into what would have been a smile were he not watching the beginnings of what is likely to be a monumental ass-kicking going on over Mackenzie’s shoulder. His eyes are not on her face as the bearded would-be cowboy–a full head taller than he is–gets up and asks ‘Squirt’ to watch it.
And then Lee speaks up.
The Theurge scrubs his face with one hand as he pulls his gaze back from the drummer from Room 4 and answers the lawyer.
“Yeah,” is his thrilling response. He’s clearly debating something having to do with whatever’s happening behind Mackenzie.
[Mackenzie Walsh] She turns around as the Metis joins her to follow his eyes, and glances across toward Maija, feeling the girl’s eyes upon her briefly. The brunette’s lips quirk into a polite expression of greeting before she returns them to Lee’s pool partner.
“Do you know him?” She murmurs aside to Charlie. “I get the impression he’s not making fast friends with that overly large gentleman in the leather get-up there.”
[Alexander] The guy with the beard and the denim and the 6’5″ height is looming now. Which means Alex isn’t going to pay him the deference of keeping his eyes on him. Which also means Alex is keeping him in the corner of his vision, making sure nothing happens that’s, well… unintended.
So Liadan breaks. And no balls sink. So Alexander goes to take his shot, leaning down low, cue sliding over an open bridge, dark eyes on the target. The gentleman in denim comes to have a polite word. Liadan can see Alexander’s eyes flicker sideways a second before the man’s hand comes down on his shoulder.
The instant they touch down, Alexander slams his pool cue backwards with all the force of his back and tricep. Follows it up with a brutal stomp to the instep, and then a crack of the pool cue’s butt up into the man’s face.
“Don’t fuckin’ touch me,” it’s almost offhand, “fuckface.”
[Charlie] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Liadan] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Riot] ‘Lucy’ leans forward, a half inch taller then Hunter and a sizable amount larger, gaze level with the Ahroun’s own, lips curling upward in a some might think ferocious sort of glare-back.
“I dun’ thrown prettier things then yer ass out on the street, girlie. You ain’t scary ‘n I ain’t impressed.” His head chin-points toward the door. “Git out of it…”
And then he glances at Delmar and offers out of the corner of his mouth a firm
“Shaddup…”
* * * *
And then…
Alex is moving and before his first shot is out, someone in the back is yelling a healthy.
“YEE HAW!”
[Hunter] [+7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Maija] (+7)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Mackenzie Walsh] [+4]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Riot] (denim Bob) 5 +…
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Alexander] 7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Riot] (Leather Dan) 4 …
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Riot] (‘Lucy’) 7 +…
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6
[Riot] (Biker Boys) 5 +…
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Delmar Meister] [+8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Riot] Alex
Hunter
Lucy
Charlie
Mackenzie
Delmar
Maija
Lee
Leather Dan
Biker Boys (3 of ’em)
Denim Bob
Declare reverse!
[Riot] Denim Dan
“Lil’ pissant-”
Is all the taller fellow gets out before he’s away swinging.
(Punch Alex in the head)
[Riot] Biker Boys
Three of these fellows dressed in leathers and drinking together, turn to watch the action before leaping off stools and lunging toward the Pool tables with a giddy sort of excitement.
(1 – Grapple Charlie.
2 – Tackle Alex.
3 – Dogpile Charlie)
[Riot] Leather Dan
Is the one to shout the brazen yee-haw, lunging past tables and chairs, a hand already reaching out for a nearby stool plucked up from one of the high tables.
(Charge toward the fray brandishing his stool)
[Liadan] [1a: crack Denim Dan in the face with pool cue +WP (called shot)
1b: kick!]
[Liadan] [kick is also on Dan, fyi]
[Maija] “Oh fuck.” She takes a day off, actually goes out, and this happens. No wonder she’s a homebody.
1. Swings the pool cue at the head of which ever bad guy closest.
[Maija] (that’d be Leather Dan.)
[Delmar Meister] Well if a fights breaking out…I’M GON’ DODGE!
[Dodge whatever Lucy throws his way.]
[Mackenzie Walsh] “Oh God, this is why I don’t socialize!” Cries the young lawyer, spinning in horror as chaos erupts around her and reacting instinctively as one of the large Biker lads tries to grab Charlie.
[1. Run for the bar!
1b. Grab whatever is handy for a weapon – glass? – and smash it to use.]
[Charlie] [Reflexive: -1 WP, Resist Pain.
Split Action: Punch/Punch Biker Boy 1.]
[Riot] Lucy
Whirls around sharply as the flush of people in the billiard section suddenly get to scraping and then…
…Well Hunter and Delmar would be the first to notice as Lucy’s flesh suddenly warps around the face and Tattoos, rippling down into his jaws where teeth snap at the air rather viciously.
“God Damn fuckin’…”
(1) reaching for a Shotgun beneath the bar
1 Rage: Block
2 Rage: Stock-check to Mackenzie’s head when she’s reaching for a weapon from the bar)
[Hunter] [Declare:
1A: draw knife
1B: Knife Lucy
R1: Disarm Lucy]
[Alexander] 1a. thump with pool cue!
b. stomp with motorcycle boots!
c. pool cue into nose (called shot, +WP)
— all on Dan
[Alexander] (rolling it like a club!
dex/mel diff 5, -3 for splits)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 8 (Failure at target 5)
[Alexander] b. stomp! (rolling it like a kick, dex/brawl diff 7) -4
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6 (Failure at target 7)
[Alexander] c. GRRR. called shot, +2 diff, -5 dice, dex/melee pool, WP!
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 7) [WP]
[Alexander] (damage, str+1+1)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Riot] (Bob’s soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hunter] [First split drawing knife, then Dex+Melee -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 4)
[Hunter] [Str]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 2, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Riot] Lucy.
Draws out Shotgun.
[Charlie] [First Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Punch Onesie. -2 pool (split).]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 6, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Charlie] [You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 3, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Charlie]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Delmar Meister] [Dex+athletics -2, Diff 7]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Delmar Meister] [Punch Lucy -3, diff 7-1(flank)]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Delmar Meister] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 5, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Mackenzie Walsh] (Dex + Ath -1 flank : I hope this hurts, you ass.)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 2, 4 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Riot] (Uhhh…)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Mackenzie Walsh]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hunter] [soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Maija] Leather Dan – yer goin DOWN. HAIL KAHSEENO!!!!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 7) [WP]
[Maija] pleasebestrongpleasebestrong HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Maija] (one more)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 6)
[Riot] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 4, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Liadan] [1a: pool cue to DD’s face!: dex + melee -2 (split) +2 diff (called shot) +WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 5, 8 (Success x 2 at target 7) [WP]
[Liadan] [damage +1 suxx +1 (club)/B]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 6, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Riot] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Liadan] [kick DD: dex + brawl -3 (split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 3, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Liadan] [damage +0]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Liadan] [moar damage!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Riot] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Riot] (Biker Boy 1. Grapple Charlie. -2 Diff for partial immobilized.)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 4)
[Riot] (damage.)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Charlie] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Riot] (Body tackle Alex.)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 6, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 7)
[Riot] (Damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Alexander]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 4, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Riot] (Biker boy 2 to remain on feet)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Riot] (Biker Boy 3. Dogpile charlie)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 8 (Success x 3 at target 3)
[Alexander] (DICE FOR THE DICE GOD!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 6, 9 (Failure at target 9)
[Riot] (Damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Charlie] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Riot] Leather Dan.
Makes it to the fray, a lil’ frazzled at bein’ swung at by a pool cue.
[Riot] Denim bob
Stunned and swaying like a Drunk Paul Bunyun.
[Hunter] [Disarm – Dex+Melee +1diff]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Hunter] [Str+1]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Riot] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Riot] (Lucy Action Change:
1 Rage: Shotgun blast at hunter
2 Rage: Stock-check to Delmar’s face)
[Riot] (Blast on Hunter. close range. Diff 4 +1 changed action)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Riot] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hunter] [soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Riot] (Stock check. diff 5 for club. +1 Changin’ action.)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Riot] (damage. Str + 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 6, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Delmar Meister] Mighty Fenrir Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 1 (Botch x 2 at target 6)
[Riot] Denim Bob
Roaring incoherently as blood begins to drip from his nose, he moves to storm the gates of Whelan.
(Body Tackle Lee)
[Riot] Biker Boys
The two on Charlie begin to level punches into the Metis’ stomach and ribs.
The third makes to kick Alex in the ribcage while he’s down.
(2 Punch Charlie.
1 Kick alex)
[Riot] Leather Dan
Rushing into the fray, an incoherent bellow in his voice and a stool brandished toward the pile of men on the ground.
(Hit someone in the dogpile with the stool. Randomly chosen upon action.)
[Liadan] [kick Denim Bob in his motherfuckin’ nuts (called shot, +WP)]
[Maija] Oh Leather dan? Eat pool cue!
1. swing away at Leather Dan.
[Delmar Meister] Reflexives: 1 Rage to shake off stun, 1 Rage snapshift to lupus (nice and low behind the bar, where no one has to see), 1 WP resist pain
Action: Kick Bite Lucy in the Crotch
[Mackenzie Walsh] [So many targets, so little time!
1. Pelt the Biker Boys with pool balls as they beat up Charlie + WP]
[Charlie] [Split Action: Head Butt Onesie/Punch/Punch Onesie, spending WP on third split. Rage Action: Kick Twosie.]
[Riot] Lucy
A snarl that sounds somewhat inhuman erupts as the brawny monster cracks Delmar in the face, cocking the shotgun against the impact and bringing it ’round to bare on Hunter again.
(Split action: 1a) Shotgun blast Hunter again.
1b) Knee crush Delmar’s head.
Rage 1: Shotgun blast on whoever is still standing between the two)
[Hunter] [Declare: Oh, fuck you
Snap-shift to Glabro – let’s hope folks aren’t watching too closely
1A: Knife Lucy
1B: Dodge gunshot +WP
R1: Disarm Lucy
R2: Knife Lucy]
[Alexander] 1a. smash pool cue into biker boy +3’s nuts (targeted, +WP)
b. and over his head — actually trying to snap the pool cue here
c. get up
[Alexander] 1a. -3 dice!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 7) [WP]
[Alexander] damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Alexander] b. okay fine. beat over head!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Alexander] (str+2)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Riot] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Alexander] c. get up!
[Hunter] [Dex+Melee -2]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 4)
[Hunter] [Str+2]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Riot] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 5, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Hunter] [Savin’ Dodge for the gunshot]
[Riot] (shotgun blast, -2)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 4)
[Hunter] [Dex+Dodge -4 8 diff]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 8) [WP]
[Riot] (Damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hunter] [soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Riot] (Crush Delmar’s head between knee and bar.)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Riot] (Re-roll for split actions)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Riot] (Damage.)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Delmar Meister] SOAK!
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Charlie] [First Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Head Butt! -3 pool (split).]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 4, 8 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[Charlie] [Damage: Strength +1 (Bear) +1 (head butt) +0] [B]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 7, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Riot] (Soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 5, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Charlie] [Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Punch! -4 pool (split).]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Charlie] [Third Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Punch! -5 pool (split).]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]
[Charlie] [Damage: Strength +1 (Bear) +1] [B]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Mackenzie Walsh] (Dex + Ath + WP!)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 6, 6 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]
[Mackenzie Walsh] (Damage!)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Maija] EAT POOL CUE LEATHER DAN!
HAAAAAAAAAAAIL KAHSEENO!
Dex+melee+ wp
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5) [WP]
[Maija] Damage – HAaaaAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Riot] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Liadan] [kick to Denim Bob’s nuts: dex + brawl +2 diff +WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 9) [WP]
[Liadan] [damage +2 +1/B]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Riot] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 1, 3 (Botch x 2 at target 6)
[Riot] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Riot] (Random Choice roll. Charlie 1 – 3, Biker 1, 4 – 6, Biker 2, 7 – 9. 10 = +1 Damage and roll again)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6
[Riot] (Stoolin’ ’em! Rear attack)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 4 at target 4)
[Riot] (Damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Riot] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Riot] Biker 1 Punch.
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Riot] Biker 2 Punch
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Hunter] [Disarm – Dex+Melee -1 wound +1diff]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Hunter] [Dex+Melee -1 wound]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 4)
[Hunter] [Str+4]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Riot] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Riot] (Lucy’s Shotgun blast, hunter)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6 (Success x 2 at target 4)
[Riot] (Damage.)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 6, 6, 6, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Riot] (Lucy:
1 Rage: Shift up to Glabro)
[Charlie] [Rage Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Kick!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)
[Charlie] [Damage: Strength +1 (kick) +2 (suxx).] [B]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Riot] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Liadan] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Mackenzie Walsh] [+4]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Charlie] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Alexander] 7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Maija] (inits! +7)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Hunter] [+7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5
[Delmar Meister] +8 for when he wakes up
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Riot] (Biker Boys) 5 +…
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Riot] (L. Dan) 4 +…
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Riot] denim bob 5 +…
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Riot] (Lucy) 7 +…
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Riot] Delmar: 17 (Out this round)
Charlie: 16
Lucy: 16
Alex: 15
Maija: 14
Biker boys: 14
Hunter: 13
Leather Dan: 11
Lee: 7
Mackenzie: 7
Denim Bob: 7
Declare reverse
[Riot] (Denim Bob)
Reeling after several mighty blows from several mighty sources, the towering Man seems to be the only one incapable of getting his bearings right. His nose and face are a battered mess and his testicles still ache, but his anger is real and forceful. He lunges for Lee again with a
“You little cun-”
(Body tackle lee)
[Riot] (Stamina diff 8 to heal a L)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Hunter] [Stamina diff 8]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Mackenzie Walsh] [Head over to help out Maija with whats-his-face Dan!
1. Pick up pool cue/swing it toward his face + WP]
[Liadan] [kick Denim Bob! +WP]
[Riot] (leather Dan)
“What the Hell girlie?!”
He’s covering his head with his hands, trying to move away from Maija
(Dodge!)
[Hunter] [Declare:
1A: Called shot knife to the throat on Lucy
1B: Knife Lucy
R1: Knife Lucy
R2: Knife Lucy]
[Hunter] [Oh shit…WP that called shot!]
[Riot] (Biker Boys)
The three Bikers begin to pull their senses back into place. 1 and 2 raise fists to begin to rain down on Charlie again. Furious and scattered in their efforts.
Biker 3 offers just one thing at Alex.
“Fuck You!”
And moves to kick him where it hurts.
(Biker 1 and 2. Punch/Punch on Charlie.
Biker 3. Kick alex in the balls. (Wp)
[Maija] Oh Leather Dan… I’m still a commin for ya!
Split action
1a. beat with pool cue (-2) That’ll teach ya to YEEHAW in public!
1b. beat with pool cue again. (-3) +wp And also? don’t call me Girly!
[Alexander] 1a. grapple biker +3
b. gore biker +3 with pool cue
c. again!
[Riot] Lucy
A feral snarl rips free of the bartender, leaning forward on the bar to bark a sharp word first at Hunter, before plucking up a Mug in one meaty hand.
(Initial Action: True Fear Hunter.
Rage 1 Action: Throw Mug at Hunter’s face.
Rage 2 Action: Throw second mug at Hunter)
[Charlie] [Reflexive: Snap-shift to Crinos.
Split Action: Get loose/Stand up/Move to bar. Rage Action: Claw Lucy.]
[Riot] (Total Strength 6- 4 for wounds)
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Charlie] [First Split Action: Brawl+Strength (+4): Lemme Go! -3 pool (split).]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Charlie] [Sike! Strength +4 (Crinos) -3 (split).]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Charlie] [Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Claw! -4 pool (split).]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 4, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Charlie] [Damage: Strength +1 (Bear) +4 (Crinos) +0] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 6, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Charlie] [Third Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Don’t claw the humans, Chuck, PUNCH them. -5 pool (split).]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Charlie] [Damage: Strength +1 (Bear) +4 (Crinos) +1 (suxx).] [L]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Riot] Lucy
(True Fear on Hunter. -1 Wounds. Strength 6 Intimidation 4 (Menacing Stare) Diff 4)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 10 at target 4) Re-rolls: 3
[Alexander] 1a. grapple -3!
ALL HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Alexander] b. -2 diff for grappled
dex/melee diff 5-2, -4 dice.
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 3) Re-rolls: 1
[Alexander] damage +2
IN KAHSEENO WE TRUST!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 6, 6 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Riot] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Alexander] c. again!
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 9 (Success x 1 at target 3)
[Alexander] damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 1, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Maija] Leather Dan – YEHAWing is SO uncool!
HAIL KAHSEENO!
1a. pool cue, 5-2 for split
HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 7, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Maija] Damage! HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Riot] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 5, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Maija] Oh and? DON’T CALL ME GIRLY!
1b pool cue 5-3 +wp
HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 2 (Failure at target 5) [WP]
[Riot] (Biker Boy 3 only one left. Kick Alex in balls. -2 for wounds)
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 5 (Success x 1 at target 9) [WP]
[Riot] (Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Alexander]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hunter] [Redeclare:
Snap-shift to crinos since Charlie did it already – the better to protect myself!
1A: Dodge the mug
1B: Dodge the second mug]
[Liadan] [kick Denim Bob: dex + brawl +WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 7) [WP]
[Liadan] [damage +1 +2]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 7, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Riot] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)
[Riot] (Dan’s dodge!)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Mackenzie Walsh] (dex + melee + WP: Hit ‘im!)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 4, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]
[Riot] (true Fear: Charlie. +1 Diff for action change. Str 6 + Intim 4 (Menacing Stare) -1 Wounds)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 6 at target 3) Re-rolls: 1
[Riot] (true Fear. +1 diff. same roll)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 7, 7, 7, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Riot] The Bar is a Mess.
Pool Cues and Bar stools everywhere, tables flipped, someone’s managed to put a massive scratch in the table that Lee and Alex were using. There are pool balls every where and no less then seven mugs and cups have been left shattered and broken on the floor.
All of the leather wearing men are down on the ground, save Leathery Dan, the pot bellied balding fellow, who is run-waddling his way down the alley, blubbering in terror as Charlie sits up, sprawling the two bodies bleeding and broken on top of him to either side.
…The Snarl of sheer strength and Terror that rips through the bar is accompanied closely by the slap of a pair of thick and meaty hands on the bar top and a gruff voice from the animalistically ugly ‘Lucy’.
“You Fucking Idiots! What the Hell do you think you’re doing fuckin’ with my Bar?!” A glabro hand rises to snatch up the shotgun, even as he waves a meat-fist hand at the door furiously, Rage pluming off him in tight waves and concussive shakes.
“Get the fuck out now and don’t bring your Veil breakin’ asses back here again!”
[Riot] …Delmar begins to creep back into consciousness, his body steadily mending his wounds, jaws crackling back together as the pain begins to creep back into his system…
…Only for the Rotagar to find a pair of angry glabro eyes staring down at him, nothing short of menace and promises of Harm.
“You git tha’ fuck out too, ya little Shit snip…”
[Delmar Meister] *scoot, scoot*
[Maija] She still holds the pool cue in a white knuckled grip. She hadn’t intended on doing anything but playing pool, but Alex had to go and get shit started as usual. But it’s the rage eminating from ‘Lucy’ that causes her to step back. Twice. Then drops her broken pool cue on the pool table.
She takes a breath, unties the sweatshirt from around her waste and pulls it on. All the while stealing little glances at Lucy, paling more each time. It takes more will than grabbing a pool cue and hitting some leather wearing asshole to do waht she does next – in fact, if anyone actually knows her, it takes far more than they likely think she possesses. She crosses the room to the bar, and to Lucy, digging in her pocket for something.
Once there – she doesn’t look at him, she just sets two twenties on the bar. “I know ‘e started it, but ain’t wanted him ganged up on. S’all.” she taps the money. “Toward a new cue-stick.” Honor comes in many forms.
And she shoves her hands into the ‘roo pocket of her sweatshirt, and starts for the door.
[Liadan] People are running. Some of their own numbers among them. The bartender is pissed. When Lee finds herself suddenly without an opponent, she blinks. Watches Alex run the fuck away. She sets her pool cue down on the table and hurries to gather up her things, which consist solely of her olive green messenger bag. This gets slung over her shoulder.
On her way toward the door, she stops and downs the last of her beer, remarkably untouched and still intact on the corner of the pool table. She already paid for it, after all, and after the fight she could use the drink.
[Charlie] Things go to shit pretty fast once fists start flying and pool cues start stabbing and people’s common sense starts flying out the window. Glassware is broken, people shift to forms that do nothing to help conceal the Garou’s presence out in the ‘real world,’ and in the end, the metis is the only Trueborn left in the bar.
He immediately abandons his birth form in favor of the one he had come in with, too rattled to think of attacking the Glabro–Fostern, he can only assume–any longer. Now that the broken bodies of the humans are off of him, he can see the visceral damage that he caused to the biker who had been holding him down when his Rage bucked against his self-control.
He’s got his wits back about him now, he isn’t being held down by people stronger than he is, and so Charlie wipes the blood off of his hands and kneels down by the torn biker’s body, pulling off his torn shirt and using it to pantomime applying pressure as the warmth of Mother’s Touch leaves his hand.
[-1 Gnosis to activate Mother’s Touch.
Intelligence+Medicine (+3): HEAL!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]
[Hunter] The look in the Ahroun’s eyes said it all. She was pissed. But the strange Fostern’s snarl had quite thoroughly overwhelmed her urge to attack, cowing the beast into submission. Her crinos head ducked low, ears back and teeth bared in nervous defense. She was prepared to dodge… to run… but the attacks never came. Instead, the man behind the bar told them to go.
And go she did.
[Gnosis to step sideways, using WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 5, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]
[Riot] Maija is fixed with a hard stare and a snapping hand, clapping down on top of her money, the tattoo’ed monstrosity settling back down into his Homid shape, the snort that arrives on Maija’s declaration both dismissive (How old are you?) and accepting (Fair ’nuff, now git’) before his attention turns toward the nimbus of blue that flowers off Charlie’s hands and into the bleeding shape of one of the Biker’s.
A rolling grunt erupts from Lucy still leaning against the bar, eyes on Charlie.
“Now what’cha gon’ do ’bout them there Peepers huh? Seen what’s behind the curtain ’nuff to be trouble.” And he’s looking down at the pair of unconscious shapes, expectantly.
[Maija] That hard stare and snap of the hand causes her to visibly flinch. She lifts the hood of her sweatshirt, tugging it low over her face, as she moves toward the door. Lucy talks to charlie, and she hesitates.
She’s helped clean up more than once. She steps to him and murmurs. “Need me t’help with anything?”
Because it’s Charlie.
And because she never leaves anyone to handle shit alone.
[Charlie] “I know,” he mutters, plucking the biker’s damaged shirt off his unconscious chest and using it to wipe another layer of blood off the palm of his hand. Looking around to see that the Fenrir and the Strider have both gone, his nostrils flare and his jaw briefly sets, but he says nothing about the departed as-yet-unintroduced Garou.
He’s killed witnesses of lesser breaches of the Veil before. That was before he was bound under Bear, though; that was before he made it his duty to protect those he could, to heal what he could.
Arms hang at his sides rather than crossing protectively over his midsection. He’s still somewhat cowed, but he’s not attempting to make himself smaller or more pitiable by curling in on himself. His gray henley is stained where blood had splashed across his collarbones and neck. His jeans are dirty from where he fell on the floor. He looks completely worn out, but his Rage has diminished enough that he is not half-mad from the weight of it.
“One got away already. There’s a chance they won’t remember those other two… or you… I mean, if they were still fighting me when I was shifted like that, all crazed and stuff? They’re not gonna remember.”
Maija steps up to ask if he needs anything, and when Charlie looks over at her, all she can really read on his face is exhaustion. He looks haggard, too haggard to be angry, and after taking a moment to think about her question, he gives a quiet shake of his head and looks back to Lucy.
[Liadan] Lee walks over to the bar and sets her empty mug there. Rage rolls off the bartender in waves. Lee exerted herself too much, is too mentally exhausted to withstand it, so she steps away again. Her long red hair is a wild mess that she tries to correct with a few swipes of her fingers. For once, she’s gotten through a fight without threat of losing her clothing to blood stains.
‘Lucy’ asks Charlie what he plans to do about the two people left, the ones who have seen too much thanks to a lack of foresight be one of the shifters. Lee doesn’t know where the blame lies, she wasn’t paying attention. Alex started a brawl, and all of her attention had been focused on keeping herself from getting hurt.
But the fact remains that these people probably know too much. Lee remembers being trapped in a diner with such people, finding out that they were making things that would kill the ones who were most important to her. She would do anything to keep them safe.
She doesn’t hear what Maija says to Charlie. She just says, “I’ll do it. If you’ve got a knife or something.”
[Riot] Charlie is cut off rather sharply by the monster behind the bar:
“Here”
A broom and pan are pulled from the back of the bar and set on top, gaze flicking to Maija with a glance that seems ready for a challenge. Then Charlie is given his attention.
“Mark ain’t gonna talk. Pissed himself first chance he got to see you, but those others ain’t got enough sense to do or say much-”
and Lee speaks up, bringing ‘Lucy’s attention ’round toward her and a rather hard sort of-
“No you won’t, Miss. You’re gonna sit your ass down right here on this seat” And he points at one of the stools “…And wait til’ yer boy here starts thinking like a Man should instead of cuttin’ away his problems in a shape suited ta’ war.”
And then back at Charlie again, eyes narrowing.
“So what do you do here Kid? Make it good..”
[Liadan] Lee is in no frame of mind to argue, not with ‘Lucy,’ not with Charlie, not with an amoeba. She’s told to sit her ass on that there stool, and to that there stool is where she goes to park her ass. And stares somewhat blankly at Charlie, her hands resting in her lap, palms up and knuckles together.
[Maija] Here, he snaps, and he’s ready for a challenge. She flinches – she can’t hide it, even if she tried, and right now she’d spent too much to stand and fight and help that little pissant that started the fight then RAN AWAY and left the rest of them to clean up the mess. Like as not, she’s gonna kick Alex’s ass, later. With a broken pool cue.
They can see her shoulders tighten, straighten, brace for something, and then she turns and grabs the broom, shoves the sleeves of her sweatshirt up, and starts sweeping up the glass and whatnot from the floor.
[Charlie] The kid’s body language all but screams his place within their society. He’s not making direct eye contact even though he isn’t staring at his shoes, and his shoulders aren’t held tall and straight even though he isn’t trying to disappear into himself, and there’s an air about him that suggests that no matter what he thinks of himself, no matter how much worth he places in himself or his deeds, the rest of the world doesn’t agree with him.
The same goes for the Glabro behind the bar. He isn’t carrying himself like a Cliath, like some wet-behind-the-ears upstart who’s fresh out of his Rite of Passage or flailing along in a state unrecognized by the Sept. He’s clearly recognized by someone, and his presence is far more commanding in Glabro than Charlie’s was even in Crinos.
And he wants to know what Charlie would do.
Maija starts cleaning up, Lee does as she’s told and sits herself down, and for the first time since either of them have known him, he looks completely and utterly put in his place.
“Whatever you tell me to do,” he says. This isn’t his territory, after all; and the entire Sept just had a thorough reminder of what happens to wolves who do not follow certain tenets of the Litany, like submission to those of higher station.
[Riot] “…Yer damn fuckin’ right.”
It is lower and quieter, ‘Lucy’ pulling the bar flap up so he can make his way out and onto the bar room floor, glass cracking and breaking under his footfalls. He’s staring down at the mess under his feet, head shaking and hands settling on his hips, leather vest cinched up tight around a slightly protruding belly.
“Now what you’re gonna do is escort your little ladies friend home, each and every one, to their doors like the nice boy you are.” He nods at Maija and Mackenzie and Liadan with specific emphasis. “…Then you’re gonna have a talk with each of ’em about how they came here tonight, had a drink or two, played some pool ‘n then you lot left without a word or a weather or a remember ’bout who or what was here ‘n that’s how it’s gon’ be…”
And he’s staring at Charlie, the regard something like: Part Dare. Part Challenge. Half Order. Sprinkle of ‘Read my Shirt: It says Do not Fuck with‘.
[Mackenzie Walsh] The lawyer has been silent up until this point, whether that meant standing aside or quietly stooping to gather up shards of broken glass and righting overturned chairs. She glances more than once toward Maija and Lee as if concerned for their well being far more than the bleeding men on the floor. The diminutive lawyer sweeps back a fall of hair with her hand and her spine stiffens when ‘Lucy’ emerges from behind the bar, her jaw clenching down hard as he threatens Charlie with all that he must do to protect the Veil.
She frowns hard, glancing away from the men as if swallowing down an urge to rebuke him. “Come on, Lee.” She says after a tense beat of silence. “Maija, let’s get out of here.”
[Charlie] He gets his marching orders, and he seems as though he’s going to quietly agree and get the hell out of here as quick as he can when Mackenzie speaks up, all but negating the Fostern’s command by asserting the females’ ability to get themselves out of here without Charlie’s help. The gaunt kid flinches as if Mackenzie has shouted an invective at him, but he doesn’t say anything to her. All he wants to do is go home and shower and crawl into bed, but he has to meet Caleb at the Caern after this. He still hasn’t had a chance to talk to Mackenzie about what he needed to talk to her about. That’s going to have to wait for a time when he’s not so drained.
“I’ll take them home,” he says, firmly, more for his ward’s sake than anyone else’s, and starts toward the door.
[Maija] He comes around the bar, and it takes EVERYTHING she is to just stand there, sweeping glass into a pile, nudging chairs back toward tables, with a bony hip. Her breath is held more than it’s let free to exhale, then caught so fast again – it’s the very beginnings of a panicked attack, and she concentrates on calming that, instead of the unknown growling rage machine barking orders.
[…thank god he’s male…]
Sweep. Sweep. Sweep. Soothing swish of straw against tinkling of shattered glass. She keeps her head down, and concentrates…
Until she hears Mackenzie. She looks up, and looks at Lucy, at Charlie, then back to them. She bites her lower lip, hard, clearly at odds. When one is ordered to sweep, you sweep or you pay for it. When one is ordered to walk his lady friends home, you give him the chance so that he doesn’t pay for it, even if she’d rather be out that door and gone and disappeared into the backstreets like any good streetrat would.
A beat. Two.
(..fuck..)
“Yeah, alright.” but she grabs the dustpan to collect what she’s swept up so far, first.
[Liadan] All of Charlie’s orders with regard to the red-haired Fianna kinswoman area easy. Her door, tonight at least, is the same as Hatchet’s: room 1 at The Brotherhood. And she’s no stranger to lies. She promised that she wouldn’t lie anymore, but the ability is still there, and is not so out of practice as she would like to believe.
After all, no one knows how she came by the scar on her shoulder. No one knows where she was for a week in September. They know what Líadan shows them, what’s on the surface. So it will be no trouble for her to keep the events of this night a secret.
Mackenzie all but commands the females to her, to get out together. Lee sits up and stares at her for a moment. But before she can try to determine whose orders to follow, Charlie is heading for the door. He’ll take them home.
Lee slides off her stool and follows after.
[Charlie] [Wrap!]