[squash] *Its a cold rainy Friday in chinatown. The autumn wind is bitter, and the puddles are reflecting a rainbow of cool blinking neon lights. This is near the vice section of Chinatown, where opium fiends and sexual deviants come to satisfy their nefarious urges. A street caller has been making the rounds up and down the streets of the vice section and Chinatown proper, handing out flyers to the few people that care to brave the rain and cold. The flyers smell like greasy heaven, and are one time redeemable offers for a “RAINY DAY DEAL” at Charlie’s Chinese Cuisine. Pay a dollar for all you can eat genuine chinese cuisine. A promotional offer. The shop itself is tiny and set up as a buffet, with a single washroom at the back to the left, a kitchen to the right. The usual hostess desk up front and a buffet along the left wall. A broad moon faced blonde man sits watching a small tv behind the desk.*
[Rory O’Bryne] A rainy day deal of such low price cannot be passed by – especially when there is no job that pulls in money, and the trash can fair has not be the most appetizing today. So a message left for Chloe in their main alley, and Rory has tracked down the little greasy heaven of Charlie’s Chinese Cuisine. (What kind of chinaman is named charlie? A Chicago one, that’s what kind.)
Dark wash jeans, a sweatshirt with the hood pulled up in an attempt to capture all those curls and contain them, and her backpack on her back. She could be anyone, or no one. What she is is a monster barely disguised in human skin, lured by the siren call of cheap Chinese. She eyes the buffet behind the hostess stand, and digs out a crumpled dollar from her pocket to offer the man.
[Chloe Abernathy] “RORY! Check this out!”
Chloe beamed at the flyer. It was cold, and their mutually shared box was starting to get wet. Rory was a Fianna, she was bred better than living on the streets. Chloe, however, was not. Chloe smelled like wet garbage and strawberry shampoo. Since it was raining, the smell of garbage was drowned out in favor of wet Gnawer.
Soon enough, they were tracking down this Charlie’s Chinese Cuisine place, and the redhead had her change in hand and backpack over her shoulder.
“And the city does pro-viiiiiiide.”
[Rises Above] The Gnawer walks with her hands shoved into the pockets of her overcoat. She had told a Strider kin that she was just passing through the city. Maybe she is. Elliot blends in to the homeless crowd, the people clinging to life at the edges of the city, begging for a quarter, for bread, for booze or sex, always something. She looks like the kind of person people shove around, the kind people attack for no reason, or for any reason. Elliot does not beg for anything, nor does anyone knock her around.
Someone hands shoves a pamphlet at her. Automatically, thin bony hands snake out to grab the sheet of paper. She manages to work out the letters, frowning. It looked like food. For a dollar. The only money she has on her, if she has any at all, is foreign. Still. Restaurants have dumpsters, and Elliot has a handy gift that keeps her from getting sick on spoiled food.
[Rory O’Bryne] She doesn’t speak much, and it is good fortune that she has found an Alpha that encourages her to do so, while simultaneously taking over the communications needed. Rory ducks her head, and shyly offers a brief smile to Chloe. The city provides. She is not bred to live on the streets, but she does. She smells a bit better than strawberry garbage, though, as she visited the Y earlier today to shower. But Chloe’s scent is not a problem. It is a comfort.
“I tan caste the mow chain already.” she says softly, while urging the host to pay attention so they can get inside, and faster, by waving the dollar under his nose – and inching forward half a step. Yesterday was not bad – but she is hungry today.
[squash] *The man behind the hostess stand peels back his lips in a crooked smile when he sees a couple of redheads outside the shops rain streaked window. A thick hand waves them in.*
Ladies, Here for a rainy day special? We got the best Chinkin chow Mein, you gun ever eat, tha’s foah shoah. Jus’ lemme have a dollah an you’s in foah a real treat. Least ole’ Charlie can do, you ladies gun brave the wet, I figure.
*Voice smooth as honey. Charlie’s a little jowly, with thinning blonde hair and a nose thats clearly been broken once or twice. The crumpled dollar bill taken and expected at length, before he takes Chloe’s handful of change and begins to painstakingly count it out coin by coin. Satisfied he waves them to a seat in the empty restaurant.*
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*Elliot finds the dumpster locked tight. Strange, but not uncommon, perhaps they had a problem with the local dog population. All thats in the alley are several cardboard boxes and a prowling alley cat. there is however, a distinct odor.* (elliot, roll perception +alertness)
[Rises Above] [percept + alert, diff 4 (no assault on the senses)]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 3, 8 (Failure at target 4)
[Chloe Abernathy] Chloe comes on into the restaurant, nods when her oney is accepted, and silently takes account of the area she’s in. She knows where her entrances are, knows where her exits are, and knows how much free food she can shove into that backpack of hers.
“That’s nice, thanks, mister.”
[Rises Above] [again!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 6, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Rory O’Bryne] She hovers close to Chloe, and let’s her thank the man while green eyes check out the little restaurant. She shoves her hands into the pockets of her jeans and hunches her shoulders briefly, before moving toward the seat they were told to take – though she walks past the buffet first, tasting with her eyes. She was once taught that was a bad idea. Since than it has saved her more than once.
She sneaks a hand out to snag a fried wonton – just to see if she can without being noticed. She can be sneaky, despite the way she stands out in a crowd.
[squash] *The Sandy haired man gestures them to the buffet tables.* Help yoah’selves ginga’babies, you eat on up now. *And thick fingers turn the volume of his soap up as he tunes back into Carlos and Monica’s love torrid affair.*
“Oh carlos, had I but known it was Rico, your evil twin -“
*The food smells like nine kinds of overspiced too greasy heaven. The steam stinging the nose a little from all the seasoning, but then, beggars couldn’t be choosers. *
[Rises Above] Her nostrils flare as she takes in the scent from the dumpster. It’s been a while since she’s smelled that particular aroma, since she’s let the rain wash it from her claws. It sparks memories she’d rather forget.
Grey-green eyes flick to the alley cat before Elliot turns her head to the establishment. If there’s a back door, that’s the first place she’ll try to get in.
[squash] [ladies up front. Roll a perception + alertness dif 8]
[Rory O’Bryne] (per+alert)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 7 (Botch x 1 at target 8)
[Chloe Abernathy] [per+alert, diff 8]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 8, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 8) [WP] Re-rolls: 1
[squash] *There is indeed a backdoor, a plain blue metal thing with a simple round lock. Locked of course. But not chained as the Dumpster is*
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*Inside Charlie’s Chinese Cuisine, Rory is being drawn in by the pure delectable scent of food glorious food. This isn’t JUST chinese food, This place was a hidden GEM. It looks good, smells better, and that fried wonton is the best tasting pork she’s ever had, devoured in an instant, the spices just made it tangy somehow. Chloe on the other hand, can smell through the spices and see through the sauce. And What see smells is human flesh. What she sees is a half inch curl of a human ear, nestled in with the “pork fried rice”, that wasn’t a mushroom there, that was a teriyaki eyelid.. the entire buffet clumsily disguised, as The blonde moves casually to draw the shades.*
“Monica, When I was in the hospital, all I could think of was you, through my coma.. I knew you were the one… But.. There’s something I must tell you…”
[Rises Above] If she goes through the front, looking the way she does, there’s no way she would be able to sneak back into the back room, or the kitchens, or wherever this door leads. Elliot looks around the alley, her eyes falling on the dumpster once more. She could just leave. Forget that she saw this. Pass through the city like she’s passed through so many, alone.
She doesn’t. Instead she steps up to the door. And she knocks, a hard rapping that clangs against the metal.
[Chloe Abernathy] She looks at Rory and takes her hand immediately.
“Put that down, Rory, we gotta go wash up before we eat.”
The Bone Gnawer speaks sharply and is attempting to drag the Fianna to the bathroom.
[Rory O’Bryne] “But….” she flinches as her hand is grabbed fingers dropping the rest of her wonton the spices still tempting her to grab more, by the handful. She looks over her shoulder as she’s drug away toward the bathroom, clearly torn, and sees the casual pulling of the shades.
She doesn’t pull against the hold though. She will never be more than omega material, she will never stand up for herself the way she will for others, and she has chosen to follow Chloe.
And she does exactly that, now, even as her belly rumbles in protest.
[squash] Out back
*There’s a grunt of alarm from the back, a high gravelly voice barking”Someone’s at the door” .. followed by the sounds of something heavy and wooden screeching along cement. The door opens a crack, and a man so tall he dwarfs even Elliot looks down at her, white shirt stained with sweat and grease. That smell of blood and viscera hits her like a stinging slap in the senses, fetid.* WUT?
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IN Front
*Carlos and Monica continue to resolve a season long love affair, voices trailing off as Chloe drags Rory to the washroom and shuts the door. Its a single seater, no fancy stalls in this joint, just an unflushed toilet and a chipped mirror with a condom wrapper stuck behind one edge, sink off kilter.*
[Chloe Abernathy] Chloe looked at Rory with an even gaze. She didn’t falter.
“This place is filthy. And you need to throw up what you just ate right now, it’s… it ain’t kosher… we gotta take this place out. Let’s slip back to the kitchen. No one else can eat here, there’s no telling how many ended up eating that crap.”
[Rises Above] Elliot blinks up at the too-tall man slowly, staring just long enough for it to delve into the territory of the rude. It’s been a while, a long while, since she cared about the social graces of humans.
She plants her hand on the door, and shoves it toward the man. “Your dumpster is filled with the stench of the dead. Of humans.” Her voice is low and rasping.
[Rory O’Bryne] Green eyes blink – as she meets Chloe’s gaze evenly for a moment, until they widen and she groans, instantly feeling sick to think that something.. something… “nonono”
She doesn’t hesitate, she turns to off kilter sink and shoves her finger down her throat and vomits violently into cracked porcelain. Only when she has lost what precious little she had on her stomach, reduced to dry heaves and bile, does she stop, pale and shaking. She nods and pushes her hair back under her hood, using the sleeve of her sweatshirt to clear out her mouth farther as she moves to follow Chloe to the kitchen.
She HATES throwing up.
[Chloe Abernathy] Like a good packsister, she holds Rory’s hair back.
Chloe heads out of the bathroom, and with that starts to try and make her way to the kitchen as carefully and craftily as possible. They are daughters of alleycat, and as such they are built for stealth. Green eyes stay fixed on her goal, and she moves.
[squash] IN BACK
*The many chinned giant is worse the more she stares at him. He’s leathery looking, pimples threatening to come to a head all across his cheeks, lips and flat nose. HE almost looks like he could be the ugliest Samoan alive. He sneers down at the pretty little redhead almost a foot shorter than him and opens the door a little wider, a thick arms sliding through to try and take hold of her and jerk her into the back room.*
Huh.. Izzat so pretty?
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IN FRONT
*The blonde man is leaning outside the door to the bathroom when they come out, looking concerned. The shades have been drawn, his soaps chattering at low volume in the background. His voice honeyey as he stnds and shakes his head, offering a crooked frown*
I Shore hope you ladies were’nt sick in thar… Spices get to yas?
[squash] [roll inits my dears!]
[Chloe Abernathy] Pack!: 6+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6
[Rises Above] [+7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5
[squash] [Charlie +6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[squash] [Butcher +7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[squash] [Short order cooks (x2) +4]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6
[squash] [Order is:
Alleycats/Rises
Short Order Cooks A+B
Charlie/Butcher
Declare in reverse!]
[squash] [Charlie – pop claws]
[Butcher – grab perdy Eliiot lady]
[Short order cooks – currently oblivious]
[Rises Above] [headbutt Butcher!]
[Rory O’Bryne] Charlie is popping claws, we cannot have that. It makes Rory jealous.
Declare: 1 rage to shift to hispo, 1 more rage spent on action
Split first action: 1a: bite ! 1b: bite
1 rage: bite again – with Will Power!
[Chloe Abernathy] -1 rage (go to hispo!)
split: flank Charlie
1a: bite
1b: bite charlie
[Chloe Abernathy] (Bite! -2)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 6 (Success x 3 at target 4)
[Chloe Abernathy] (ouchies, str+2succ)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Chloe Abernathy] (oh, wait, plus two more for hispobite!)
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[squash] [charlie soak +1 vs 4 dmg]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Chloe Abernathy] (bite 1b! dex+brawl, -3, diff 4)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 4)
[Chloe Abernathy] damage: str+2succ+hispobite
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 3, 3, 5, 9, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Rory O’Bryne] Dex + Brawl + Hispo + AlleyCat = 3+4+2+1= 10 -2 for split = 8 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 6, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Rory O’Bryne] Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 3=12
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[squash] [Charlie soak vs 3dmgs!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Rory O’Bryne] split 2: Dex + Brawl + Hispo + AlleyCat = 3+4+2+1= 10 -3 for split = 7 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Rory O’Bryne] Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 2= 11
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[squash] [Charlie soak +2 vs 4]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rises Above] [headbutt! dex + brawl, diff 7]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[Rises Above] [damage: str +1 (headbutt) +0]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[squash] [butcher soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[squash] [charlie pops claws]
[squash] [Short order cooks – leave big guy to take care of things]
[squash] [Butcher – Head butt ME!? change action to punch Eliot! +1 diff]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 5, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)
[squash] [Damage = str+2sux]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Rory O’Bryne] Rage with Will! Dex + Brawl + Hispo + AlleyCat = 3+4+2+1= 10 diff 5 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 9 at target 5) [WP] Re-rolls: 2
[Rory O’Bryne] Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 8=17
Dice Rolled:[ 17 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[squash] [Are we fucked chuck?]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[squash] *The Big Samoan Butcher leers at Elliot’s pretty redheaded self like he’s going to do something nefarious and disgusting, reaching for her as she bounces her head off the surprisingly hard slab of his greasy chest. He gives a low snarl and balls up a massive meat fist, plowing it into the side of her head and clipping nothing more than a sharp cheekbone, a snarl of frustration as the door is thrown open wide to reveal two rather shocked midgets standing on crates over top a bloody butcher table. They stand like nightmarish oompah loompas, faces bloody, eyes wide in shock, chef hats roguishly askew. Charlie pops wicked claws, but never gets a change to use them. Chloe’s brown and grey Hispo form swellling lean and lanky as she darts to flank him and takes a chunk out of his shoulder, second snap of teeth tearing away his Hawaiian shirt. Rory follows her Alpha’s lead and snaps away at him, once, twice, coming away with the tough elasticky flesh of his belly in small harrying chomps. The packmates playing with their quarry like their name suggests they well might, before the thick jawed reddish dire wolf that is the Fianna clamps her teeth around the flailing blonde’s torso and with one crushing crunching snap, robs him of his wretched life.*
[squash] ROUND TWO!
[Order is:
Alleycats/Rises
Short Order Cooks A+B
Charlie/Butcher
Declare in reverse!]
[squash] [Butcher – split action!
1a draw my knife
1b cuts a bitch]
[squash] [short order cook A – stab elliot]
[short order cook b – stab elliot]
[Rises Above] [1WP resist pain, 1R to Crinos
claw Butcher
R1: Claw Butcher
R2: Bite Butcher!]
[Rory O’Bryne] Time to see what’s going on in back! 2 rage!
1. Run to the back!
1 rage: Bite bad oompa loompa
2 rage: again!
[Chloe Abernathy] action!
1: Run to the back!
rage1: try to take the big bad oompa loompa from behind and bite him
[squash] (oompah A or B Rory?)
[squash] (same with you Chloe)
[Rory O’Bryne] We’ll both take Oompa Loomp A!
[Chloe Abernathy] (run, mutt, run!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Rory O’Bryne] (dex+ath+hisbo+ac = to run)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Rises Above] [claw Butcher!: dex + brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rises Above] [damage: str + 1 + 2]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[squash] [Butcher soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[squash] [Short order cook A – slice elliot]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[squash] [damage!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[squash] [Short order cook B –I’ll do it then]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[squash] [knifin damage! enh!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rises Above] [SOAK]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[squash] [butcher! I draw my knife!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[squash] [butcher now I stabs you with it Elliot]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Rises Above] [SOAKIT]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rises Above] [claw Butcher!: dex + brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Rises Above] [damage: str + 1 + 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[squash] [ahem! butcher damage , belated. ]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3 (Failure at target 6)
[squash] [butcher soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 7, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Rises Above] [bite Butcher!: dex + brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Rises Above] [damage: str + 1 +3]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 11 at target 6)
[squash] [Surely i can soak this!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Chloe Abernathy] (oh god… bite? dex+brawl+hispo, diff 3 (attack from behind!))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 5, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 3)
[Chloe Abernathy] (damage?)
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 11 at target 6)
[Rory O’Bryne] Taking the one remaining Oompah Loompah!
Dex + Brawl + Hispo + AlleyCat = 3+4+2+1= 10 diff 4 – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 8 at target 3)
[Rory O’Bryne] Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 7 =16
Dice Rolled:[ 16 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[squash] [Non dead Oompah loompah NOOOOOOO!soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Rory O’Bryne] Dex + Brawl + Hispo + AlleyCat = 3+4+2+1= 10 diff 3 (from behind) – reroll 10s
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6 (Success x 7 at target 3)
[Rory O’Bryne] Str + Hispo + Bite + (suxx-1) = 4+3+2 = 9 + 6 =15
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[squash] [OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD MY BITS -soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[squash] *There’s a ruckus from the kitchesn, the mangled still warm corpse of Charlie sliding under the buffet tables as the Alleycats charge towards the noise. Hybrid vigor sees Chloe shooting through the double doors ahead of her purebred packmate. The stench hits them like a punch to the gut, blood and fetid gore pungent and sticky in their nostrils. Two things immediately clear. 1 – this place would never survive a health inspection. 2- Things are already well on their way to “under control”. Elliot snap shifts to a rough reddy brown crinos, clawing a meaty chunk out of a stunned fat man. Two midgets rush her and attempt to stab around the cumbersome bulk of the Butcher, the first blade finding wavy fur, the other midgets prep knife doing little more than drawing blood against a crinos ankle. The Huge Samoan with the pimpled leathery skin attempts to Jab Elliot in the throat, ineffectively. The snarling Crinos form of the gnawer philodox rakes long curved claws across the Butcher’s shoulder, parting flesh but not the muscle beneath. And so she rears back and snaps at the man in front of her as the Alleycats charge through the door in time to see the man crushed in her jaws like an over-ripe apple. he slumps to the ground unrecognizable as anything but meat. Chloe’s not to be outdone, Snapping up an oompahloopah as though it were popcorn chicken, a stubby leg shooting off as he jaws slam shut. Rory launches herself at the remaining prep chef, and makes quick work of him with two short brutal chomps, worrying whats left of him into the ground. When all said and done, two hispos and one crinos stand in a kitchen strewn with assorted body parts. Some meant to be chinese food, others now puppychow.*
[Rory O’Bryne] Resist Toxin: Stamina+Survival+Hispo = 4+2+2=8. 1 suxx needed.
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 6, 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rises Above] Standing nearly ten feet tall in her war form, Rises Above seems to do just that. She rises above…everything. She towers in the kitchen, making the room look smaller by comparison despite her painfully thin yet powerful figure. Her fur is black mingled with red. Where there should be white at her muzzle, there is blood. She turns her head, and does her best to spit it out.
Barely visible through her thick winter coat are scars, patches where the fur no longer grows. Testaments to the life she’s lived, the times she’s died, the many times she’s come back. Claw marks criss-cross her rib cage. There’s a semi-circle on her right shoulder where something bit her.
She wastes no time with the clean up. She looks to the other girls, green-gold eyes blinking slowly as her massive head tips faintly to the side. The slow steady stare lasts only a moment, however.
Take the bodies to the dumpster. We must leave no trace, the foreign Crinos says in the High Tongue. In Homid, her voice is scratchy and unused. Now, she speaks with easy authority.
You, she says to the other Gnawer. Wait here. You must be cleansed. The tall skinny Garou drags the corpse of the butcher out into the back alley. Using her Crinos strength, she snaps open the dumpster there and drops the body in amongst the other bodies and parts within.
[squash] [ tis up to you folks now. I’ve more or less got nothing. You get a total of $38 out of the register and pockets combined, “Charlie” Or “Hemmingway Jones” is packing a credit card with about $150 left in its over draft, .((for fiver’s transcript purposs] ]
to Rises Above, Rory O’Bryne
[Rory O’Bryne] Even in this form, she is smallish – though not exactly tiny. Now that the fight is done, and she has pushed herself to resist the toxins taken into her system, she easily demurs to the orders of the VERY tall, VERY large and VERY BADASS Rises Above.
She dips her head, acknowledging her orders, and slides from hisbo to Crinos with an ease that gives away her birth, to better grab and carry the bodies to the dumpster as ordered. Try as she might, she cannot hide the fact that she has no claws. It is shameful for a Full Moon, but that is part of what she has been cursed with for a sin not her own.
She works steadily, and quickly – and because it is even harder to understand her in this form, silently.
[Rises Above] [Set fire to the bodies in the dumpster: create element: fire! -1G to activate]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 6, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rises Above] [rite of cleansing: char + rituals]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 8 (Failure at target 7)
[Rises Above] [rite of cleansing for Chloe: diff +1!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 9 (Failure at target 8)
[Rises Above] [I CLEANS J00!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 9) [WP]
[Rises Above] [Chloe is cleansed of man-meat taint!]