[Wendy Berber] Th-that’d be n-neat. Hannah sounds like she’d be n-nice.
*A slight furrow of her brow, Wendy nibbles at her lip anxiously. Maybe it was better not to think too much about the holidays and family. Her own Brothers and Sisters … no, better not to think about that, Her hand tightens on Marrick as Wendy breaks into a run on stilt legs, gaining a momentary lead on the Fury.*
Come on.. I’m c-cold superwoman!
[Marrick] She made a little yelping noise and soon found herself scampering forward to catch up with Wendy. Which, well, wasn’t cold.
“If you were, like, two hundred pounds heavier you wouldn’t have this problem, wendy! Blubber, Berber, blubber!”
[Wendy Berber] I’m n-not a w-walrus!
*The kin protests with a giddy laugh, holding open the door to the 7-11. Days like this were rare between them, especially with the moon filling out. Her umbrella is folded as she adjusts her glasses. She hardly looks pregnant, thin as ever, though there was little doubt that the stick-figure Boy called Mate was going to show very quickly. Weight gain an issue that pressed heavy on her clever mind. Perhaps – hence the fudge.*
um.. Hey, wh-what about G-Gabriel? Think he has anywhere to be t-tommorrow?
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Open scene?)
[Marrick] (you betcha! They’re on their way to a seven eleven)
[Wendy Berber] (yup! just outside a 7-11!!))
[Marrick] “You say these things, Miss Berber, but I don’t think you mean them. Deep within your walrussy heart, you know you can’t deny what you are. Yer buyin’ fudge, but I know yer wishin’ it were leopard seal.”
She nods with a degree of difinitiveness. Difinity? Something to that effect. The Fury makes her way into the seven eleven to get something to eat. Her hands are in her front pockets, and she looks like… well…
She looks like the kind of woman who makes the front store clerk incredibly uncomfortable. She keeps her hands where they are, out of her pockets, and makes no sudden movements. He’s unsure as to whether or not he should call security.
That girl seems unhinged.
[Fons Van Der Noot] He adjusts the cuffs of his grey suit, the gold embroided cuffs the only thing that shines under the artifical light of the city street lamps, those that are not already trashed.
He had been in the city no more than the past hour and already he was disgusted. Nothing like the purity of his home, the serenity of the beach, the pristine shine of Luna off the water as the waves lapped at the edge of the sandy beach, guarded by tree lines. This was what the Americans called… the second city? Dear Gaia if this was the second city he would hate to ever see the third of god forbid the forth.
It was a shit hole, a stain that marked Gaia’s beauty, a pox on her lovely face. He could not believe the sight he fell upon and his thick germanic accent could only choke out one word as a run down car sputtered passed, coughing on the fumes that strangled the very life from the spirit.
“Korst”
Gaia only knew what Urrah called this place home
[Wendy Berber] Wh-what do you think we’re having for um, having for thanksgiving? S-Seal all the w-way.
*Dares the kin, joking in the exact way she never would have a few months ago. She grins at the floor shyly. She’d made a joke. The man behind the counter is far too preoccupied to notice a thin kid like Wendy. Miss Berber could have stuffed the register in her pocket and he’d have been none the wiser. Instead, she hunts for fudge like only a pregnant woman can. Its retrieved quickly, and paid for before a nervous clerk can change his mind about serving them. She moves to wait outside under her umbrella, head tilting as a car breaks down outside. Korst?*
Um.. Hey there. Everything o-okay?
*She calls nervously before looking back into the Sev, Marrick’s proximity for once a reassuring thing to the kin.*
[Rory O’Bryne] There’s 7-11’s everywhere, and sometimes she gets lucky to find some change outside of one. Chloe tells her the city will provide, and she is trying to learn it and it works most of the time. Now they have Elliot and that helps, but she’s hungry, and if this doesn’t pan out, she’ll have to go to the brotherhood again.
She doesn’t like the brotherhood – not on her own.
And so, one street rat with the blood of kings and queens and conquests singing in her veins so thickly that she should not possibly be living on the street, with red curls poking out from under a knit cap, dirty fingers from the end of fingerless gloves, and two layers of clothing, is kneeling by the curb near the door of the convenience store where people commonly drop their change.
$1.67 so far.
[Marrick] “Rory, hey!” she offers. Her voice is warm, and she smiles contently. Something about her is pleased, despite the growing moon overhead, despite the overwhelming feeling of danger in the air.
She turned in time to see, with her bouncy-ball attention span-
“… wow,” Fons Van Der Noot.
Silver Fang.
“… can I help you?”
[Wendy Berber] *A plastic bag crinkles in Wendy’s hands as her cellphone goes off with a shrill electronic ring. The kin fighting with umbrella and bag of fudge as she wrestles the phone out of the heavy satchel at her side, sighing at the message. Her lips pressing into a frown as she punches a text back and hits send. Rory gets a double take, and a shy smile, the man with the broken car a wince. The twiggy kin looking to Marrick in apology.*
Um hey. Work emergency.. sorta. People um, People did something dumb and now I have to go f-fix it. I’ll be home to make supper?
*She thrusts out the bag of fudge to the Fury, leaving awkwardly once Marrick’s said her goodbyes.*
[Fons Van Der Noot] He looks at the wirey girl standing outside one of the local places that the gutter trash come to gather up their food. Chemically altered food processed to look like some kind of… nothing natural that was for sure, this was what the city had in the way of feeding the pitiful masses. His umbrella hiding him from the onslaught of rain, as if the skies themselves were trying to wash away the blight this city was on the Good land. All he could do is stare at the woman who calls out to him.
“De boerenstand van de vloek “
But the mousely little girl does not hold his attention long as the fiery red head under the knit cap seems to gather his attention now. Watching the woman scrounge around the street for tidbits of metal here and there, searching for some loose change it seemed. And all he can do is shake his head in disgust. Talking to himself.
“Urrah…. how… demeaning. Pathetic. “
His english thickened with the fact that it is not his first language. Then his eyes fall upon the slender woman, his blood sings as well, this time not of barbarians celts and their sing-song ways, but that of the amazons. A bit shocked to see one of her kind in this mess.
“Yes, tell onto me… your… oudsten … Elders… where are they?”
His regal blood sang in each word even if it was broken, Kings of Kings did not need to speak in their world. It was understood who they were and that was all that mattered.
[Rory O’Bryne] Her head snaps to the side as her name is called, every muscle coiling and ready to spring, until she recognizes Marrick. She ducks her head and hides the shy smile in the shadows of her curls and spies another quarter as she does so. Pale fingers snatch it from the gutter, and three pennies and a nickel from the walk follow. $2 even. That’s at least a hot dog. Her belly rumbles at the thought.
Then she is called Urrah, and worse – pathetic, and she snaps her gaze toward the Fang. She studies him for a long moment. She drops her gaze, and then snags up another nickel before she stands, and shoves the change into the front pocket of her jeans. She takes a step closer to Marrick, and lifts a pale hand to tug her cap down a little farther over those curls – as if that would contain them.
But she doesn’t say anything, remaining silent.
[Marrick] “Go take care of yourself, call me if you need anything,” she offers to Wendy, “keep warm, okay?”
She looks at her friend and gives her an upward nod and half a wave. She heads over by Rory, opening up the bag and offering an even split on the fudge she’d just acquired with Wendy. Well, Marrick’s portion of it, anyway. Fifty fifty, let’s think on equality later. The Fury keeps her mouth shut, though her jaw clenches and she looks at the Silver Fang carefully.
“I’m gonna guess yer here t’make yer appearances… C’n give you directions t’where you need t’go, but I’m gonna need t’know who you are, first.”
[Fons Van Der Noot] “Is it not obvious… or has this.. scab dulled your senses?”
He looks about, to check around, making sure none of the rabble is about to partake in such glory. The lessers should not be privy to such information.
“No matter. I am Fons “Dirge of the Covenant” Van der Noot. Cliath, Galliard of the Silver Fangs, House Gleaming Eye son to Gilam “Cleaves the Shadows from Flesh”, grandson to Ludolf “Invokes the Ways” nephew to King Calvin de Provence of House Gleaming Eye.”
He does not even for a second think twice of asking her name, for it didn’t really matter.
“Now amazon, take me to your elders, yes? Good.”
[Rory O’Bryne] She peeks into the bag, and then up at Marrick, and at Wendy’s fast retreating form, and then chews on her lower lip before she finally reaches in and takes a piece of the fudge – not even half of Marrick’s half, as she’s nothing to give in return. “Thanks.” Her voice is soft – and single words are easier.
She promptly takes a bite, a brief bit of happiness found in the sweet goodness shared by a friend. She blinks as Fons goes into his van der snoot routine, and glances between him and Marrick, and back again. She presses her lips together briefly, and takes another bite of the fudge. He doesn’t pay her no mind, and she returns the favor.
[Abney] ooc: sooooo. where ’bouts IS everyone?
[Rory O’Bryne] [OOC: in front of a 7-11!]
[Marrick] She looks at him… and Brows raise, and she puts her hands on her hips as though she is halfway expectant. It takes a second for her to literally bite her tongue; she is an open book. What flits across her features is standard. Understandable. She does not hide what she thinks very well, and it seems to serve her poorly.
“… how ’bout we fix yer car first. I ain’t walkin’ you there, Mister Van Der Noot. S’too far… you plannin’ on stayin’?”
[Abney] There is a 7-11. And in front of the 7-11, there are three people of interest. And on the street, walking to the 7-11? There is a fair-as-sunlight-on-frost woman in a patch-elbowed jacket of no doubt ’tis the season to give the shit you don’t want to the dumpster fairies (hi!) or good will (ohh, hipster?!) or salvation army (mean hipster?!) origins. Which is to say, who knows what origins?
Now, at first Abney’s attention is pretty much taken by the sidewalk. Then by the buildings. Then by the people who’re walking by, or not, and then by some pieces of trash in the gutter, somebody’s wallet picture, and she is digging in her pocket for enough change to buy a 7-11 hot dog (when you hit rock bottom . . . . the 7-11 hot dogs will be there. As they have been, since the dawn of time. Waiting. . .) . . .
When she looks up, and there’s a caesara in the cadence of her stride. Marrick and Fons and Rory. Black Fury and oh my lord a Silver Fang and oh is that a Fianna why yes it is. Tension?
[Fons Van Der Noot] He turns around to the heap of junk behind him, the mess of metal that had broken down while he was walking along. She did see him walk up the block, she assumed that the mess this city left around could be attributed to him.
“Car?”
A huff of a breath escapes his lips at the mere thought that, even if he did drive himself, he would ever be found in anything as disgusting as the thing behind him.
“Hoe durf als dusdanig beledigt u me…..”
His eyes narrow on her, piercing brown eyes seem to glare through Marrick now, never straying from staring right through her.
[Fons Van Der Noot] (By the way, if any PC knows dutch please tell me. Also if you yourself know dutch forgive me for butching the language so poorly)
to Abney, Marrick, Rory O’Bryne
[Abney] (If Fons and my kinfolk ever talk? You will owe me translations. *grin* ‘Til then, we good.)
to Fons Van Der Noot, Marrick, Rory O’Bryne
[Rory O’Bryne] She lifts a pale hand, fingers sliding along the side of her nose absently as she studies Fons through lowered lashes, shifting her weight from foot to foot, side to side, once… then twice.
She tucks her hands back into her pockets, her shoulders hunching slightly against the cold, and then she turns at the movement down the walk and sees Abney. Safer to watch her rather than the Fang in front of her, so that’s what she does.
[Marrick] “Auf English, Señor Van Der Noot.”
Her voice is flat, but soon enough instead of looking around, she is looking square at him. She isn’t looking away, and they are square in the middle of a parking lot.
“My name is Bones to Dust, Marrick Fisher, Black Fury, Beta of La Familia, Cliath and Ahroun Elder for the Sept of Maelstrom. So, in a way, you are talkin’ to one of th’ sept’s elders…”
She stops looking at him and finds the approaching Child of Gaia more interesting.
“So, I suggest? We start over. Hi. I’m Marrick. Welcome to Chicago.”
[Fons Van Der Noot] He does not seem to retreat when she speaks about being a Sept Elder, but the term she used was foreign as if she were speaking Chinese. He almost laughed, if he were the laughing type.
“What urrah foolishness you speak of? Ahroun Elder… come now be serious. Where are the real elders… the council of elders… the tribal elders? Stop playing games with me.”
He closed his eyes slightly, tilting his head up and away from her a slight twitch as if he was quickly reading some imaginary item off to his left, in the air. Then turning back to her, once again staring her down.
[Rory O’Bryne] “She IS elder of Maelstrom!” It bursts free before she can stop it, her eyes flashing as she takes a step toward the snooty Fang. “You will show her the despect she reserves, Fang!”
She doesn’t seem to notice that her words tumble, jumble together, hearing what she intends to say rather than what she does. She doesn’t notice that her hands are now clenched into fists at her side, either, or that the spike of her rage has sent a flush to her cheeks, green eyes snapping dangerously.
Picking on Rory is one thing. Disrespecting her elder – entirely different.
[Abney] Hey, it takes time to walk don the street.
And hey, it takes time to reach a parking lot. Do you think she’s going to just pass this bad boy up? Oh. Oh, no. A gentle oh no, but still: an oh, oh no. Marrick and Fons Van Der Noot are paying each other a certain kind of mind, and Abney, who has re-directed her trajectory so that it takes her quiet shadowling piece of snowfluff blown not to the entrance, but rather, to see what’s going on, nods — a downward nod, hair falls carelessly into her eyes and her face, ghost-whimsical creature and that hair is bright for something so ghostly, given to Rory, even a half curve up of the righthand corner of her mouth — see?
“Hi, Marrick,” she says, in wake of Rory’s outburst. And then, addressed to all and any, “What’m I missing out on here?”
[Fons Van Der Noot] (WP roll)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Abney] ooc: (world-weary sigh) DOWN the street.
[Fons Van Der Noot] He looks passed Marrick for a second to the voice that squeaks out from the gutter trash little one that just a second ago was sitting there collecting the pittance from the cracks in the street. He adjusts his hands on the umbrella, moving his left hand back into his pocket to grab at whatever change he had on him.
3 quarters, 5 dimes, 2 nickles and a penny. His left hand tossing it to the parking lot street before Rory.
“Go pick that up. And next time… learn to speak properly to your betters.”
His head turns only slightly when another woman approaches the bunch, this time he can smell the trees and the happy-go-lucky, hippyness that ooze from her skin. This was just becoming too much.
[Marrick] She looks at Fons for what feel slike an eternity, and for now she does not look away. She is staring at him, and at that point she growls.
She is staring at him the way a predator stares at prey. She is looking at him in the way a superior looks at her lessers.
“You are not gonna talk to people like that in my territory, you understand?”
[Fons Van Der Noot] (WP)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rory O’Bryne] Her eyes narrow, and she glances at Marrick [and only she sees the shame flicker in her eyes at being called out for the deformity she can’t hear], before she turns back to Fons and takes a deliberate step forward. They tell her to stand up for herself. They tell her it’s ok to do so. They tell her a great many things…
[…but will they tell her to stop?]
Another step and she’ll be close enough to swing. Another step and she’ll be close enough to plant her fist in his face. all it takes is another… step.
[Abney] Abney is wide-eyed. A fianna, a silver fang and a fury in a 7-11 parking lot. About to come to blows. She rubs the back of her neck, watches the coins scatter, bounce, then goes back to wide-eying Fons and Rory and Marrick. Her sigh is a quiet thing, but deep. Her shoulders RISE, and fall. It is not manufactured. It is the realization that certain things are no doubt expected.
“Please. Can’t we all get along.” [pale shadow.] “Or, uh hey, do we need a half moon?”
[Fons Van Der Noot] His eyes shoot back to Marrick now, staring back at her now as she growls at him. She wishes to play the part of the predator, she wishes to pretend that she is the superior among them?
His eyes darken and all he sees is her now, locked in on her. His piercing brown eyes lock into her own, no show of fear or submission. She will learn the hard way why the Silver Fang are the true kings of the Garou.
(Facedown initiated, if Marrick wishes she can concede or this will go to a face down challenge over dominance.)
[Marrick] (challenge of dominance it is! Staredooooown!)
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Fons WP is 5, Wits is 4. His Charisma+Intimidation is higher than his rage. He will use Charisma+Intindation)
[Marrick] (Marrick’s WP 6, wits is 3, Charisma+intimidation is higher than rage, so she’s using it)
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Marrick needs 9 sux for the win, Fons needs 8. Round 1 begin. Remember to use your Pure Breeding)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 11 at target 6) Re-rolls: 3
[Marrick] (jesus, spending willpower to keep going!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Continue on because she is stubborn)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Marrick] (continuing on because she IS quite stubborn)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Use WP to continue on)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Marrick] (what the fuck did I get myself into… -1 WP from the pool of pack stuff)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4 (Botch x 2 at target 5)
[Abney] .
[Abney] ooc: (steals period back)
[Marrick] (ohfuck, don’t frenzy please, spending willpower to resist this, please don’t Frenzy)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Marrick] She was either going to kill him or run.
There were two options, fight or flight. She looks away almost immediately thereafter but her heart is pounding, and she hasn’t stopped looking at him like he’s prey. She hasn’t stopped looking at him, but there was, for a second, some clear intentions.
Fight or flight.
She does neither. But muscles ripple and fur dared to fly, and she doesn’t. Instead, her body chooses not to move. Instead, she doesn’t move at all, she is simply mortified.
[Rory O’Bryne] They stare, and glare, and then? Marrick looks away. And Rory? Doesn’t hesitate.
She swings.
[Fons Van Der Noot] He stands there as she tries to match wits with the kings of kings, the noblity of Gaia’s chosen. His eyes never waver from her own, they never seem to look away, they are just locked in. Even as her mind starts to become fearful of what he is, what he truly is.
Her superior. Her greater.
It must be hard for the Amazon to admit it, this Silver Fang male is her better in every way. But it is true, it was destined to be true.
“enkel als gedachte van I”
And then Rory tries to swing at him, pitiful urrah will never learn.
(Combat inits)
[Fons Van Der Noot] (7+)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Rory O’Bryne] [YAY! +7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Anyone else joining in?)
[Abney] (Er! Yeah. (checks sheet real fast))
[Marrick] (let’s hop in! 6+1d10)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Abney] (+8)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 6)
[Fons Van Der Noot] Order:
Abney- 11
Rory-11
Marrick 10
Fons- 9
declare in reverse order.
Fons: (Use 1 Rage to activate Falcon’s grasp. 1 rage for multiple action. Grab Rory’s neck, targeted attack. Rage action: Sqeeuze)
[Marrick] (inits are as follows
Fons: 9
Marrick: 10
Rory: 11
Abney: 11)
[Marrick] (withholding action until all the other actions are seen. Will do all crap at a +1 diff)
[Rory O’Bryne] [Drop 2 rage, split first action – YOUR MEAN, MISTER!
1a: punch
1b: punch +wp
1r: punch
2r: PUNCH.]
[Abney] (Not a damned thing, yet.)
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Okay Rory roll your first action)
[Rory O’Bryne] (1a – Dex+brawl+AC=8-2 for split)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rory O’Bryne] (Damage: str+2, Bashing)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 6, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rory O’Bryne] 1b SLAPFIGHT!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 6, 6 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]
[Rory O’Bryne] Damage: same as before…
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)
[Fons Van Der Noot] (No Soak, need)
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Grapple with left hand, Falcon’s Grasp active, diff 8 due to targeting neck. WP dropped))
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 6, 6, 6, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 8)
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Damage for attack, normal bashing)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 7, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Rory O’Bryne] (Ack! SOAK!)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Anyone wanna jump in before rage at +1 diff?)
[Marrick] (jumping in now!)
[Marrick] “Y’all knock this off, yer gonna get arrested!”
actions:
1: juuuuuust a punch to the Fons, nothing special. dex+brawl, diff 7
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[Marrick] (come on, really?)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 5, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Rory 1r action:punch)
[Rory O’Bryne] (Dex+AC+brawl=8 – 1(3b)=7
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Squeeze. Strength + All Brawl dice due to grapple neck. Damage roll)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Rory O’Bryne] (Soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Rory final rage action)
[Rory O’Bryne] r2: Oh come on Rory – your a full moon for gaia’s sake!
dex+ac+brawl -1(3b)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Rory O’Bryne] (SRSLY? Damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Fons Van Der Noot] (No Soak)
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Shall we go into next round, or recap?)
[Marrick] (next round!)
[Rory O’Bryne] (Next Round!)
[Abney] (Why not? Abney might jump in, the rate this is going =P)
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Fons. Squeeze Rory some more. 1 Rage to grapple Marrick)
[Fons Van Der Noot] Opps sorry. Order
Abney-11
Rory-11
Marrick-10
Fons- 9
Fons action posted for second round already
[Marrick] “Look, just let go okay? This isn’t the place-” said the girl who really was awful at this sort of thing. “-I’ll take you where you need to go, just quit it!”
action!: New plan!
1: try to pry him lose from Rory (because trying to draw the fire didn’t work)
r1: really try to pry him lose
r2: keeeeeep trying to pry
r3: you heard the woman.
[Rory O’Bryne] Here’s the thing. While Rory has zero respect for the man who disrespected her elder and friend, she has been raised, had it beaten into her, to respect her Elders.
Marrick said stop.
She does, and just relaxes – completely.
[OH HAI DEAD WEIGHT]
[Abney] “Hey. Is that a cop car?”
DECLARE: IF FONS DOESN’T KNOCK IT OFF, AFTER ALL THIS – Abney tackles. No rage action!
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Okay.. Abney waiting until end of turn. Marrick you need more than 4 total sux to break hold)
[Marrick] (str3+athletics3= 6, diff 6)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Rory O’Bryne] Would she still need that many – Rory relaxed completely, dropped like a stone – that should help break the hold, Possibly?
to Fons Van Der Noot
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Squeeze some more. Damage roll))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Rory O’Bryne] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Fons Van Der Noot] (We can skip forward to Fons rage action because he is going to drop Rory, unless someone wants to wound him)
[Abney] (That’s fine with me! ’cause he drops her, Abney’s not getting in the middle.)
[Rory O’Bryne] (nope, she’s just hanging dead weight-ish-ly!)
[Marrick] (he let go of Rory, Marrick’s not taking an action now)
[Fons Van Der Noot] With all that was going on around them, it seemed that Fons was not in the mood to take any shit from the lesser tribes. First the amazon thinks she is his superior and tries to exert some level of dominance. By which he had to put her in his place.
Then this sad excuse for a Fiann had to step up and try and make a mark for herself. A big mistake as his left hand reached out and grasped her neck, aligned with falcon’s grasp he would not let go any time soon. Squeezing the life out of her. He ignored the punches, they were trival, nothing to him. He was Silver Fang.
He was royalty.
“Waardeloos iedereen”
He dropped Rory with left thought as she went dead on him. His eyes turning to Marrick first to remind her who was superior here and then to the new comer who yelled cops.
“I will return to the caern and pay proper respect to Maelstrom… it is sorely needed I see.”
[Rory O’Bryne] He lets go as she drops, and she simply lets the fall continue to the sidewalk. She stopped for one reason only – though she is pretty sure he won’t see it that way. She simply gathers herself to sit in something better than the ungainly sprawl that she fell in, and concentrates on dusting her hands off, lightly, as if brushing the stain of his flesh from her hands.
She says nothing.
[Marrick] She inhales, and it is slow. She looks at him, and while her pride is damaged, she knows when it is time to knock things off, when it is time to swallow one’s pride, and when it is time to fight another day.
“Well, let’s take you where you need to go,” she says with half a sigh, “Rory, I’ll see you around. Abney? Sorry we didn’t get t’talk much. Gotta see how yer settlin’ in.”
[Fons Van Der Noot] “NO.”
He looks back at Marrick, his eyes burn with intensity that only those of the Silver Fang know. He cannot be around these lesser tribes at this moment.
“I know where the caern is. I came by Moon bridge. I hoped there would be worth individuals to speak with. I seem to stand corrected.”
He does not turn around to her again, all he does is move to the umbrella once more. Picking it up as he departs from the parking lot of this store called…. 7-11. He had all he could stomach of these… “elders.”
[Abney] Fons looks at Abney, and Abney, who had been staring at him with an expression that was three expressions mingled — irritated, incredulous, intimidated — flushes a little. And she looks down, folding her arms fiercely over her chest.
And all she says is, “This is Lake View. Seriously, there will be cops soon — some guy just starts choking a chick in the parking lot. I suggest everybody skedaddle.”
[Marrick] “Well fine Fonsy, I look forward to hunting with you,” she rolls her eyes and looked at Abney for the time being. Her eyes flicker from those she is with to the seven eleven.
“Freakin’ white people gonna get me arrested,” she grumbles. And, with that? She turns to bolt. “Keep up!”
[Rory O’Bryne] She stands, and dusts off her ass, and leaves the 1.36 he threw at her standing right there.
Marrick bolts – and she flows with the grace of the beast that rests so closely under her skin… and keeps up.
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Thanks for the scene everyone. Time for me to head to bed)
to Rory O’Bryne
[Fons Van Der Noot] (Thanks for the scene everyone. Time for me to head to bed)
[Abney] And Abney, well — she’s not going to follow. “Later,” she calls after the departing Fury and Fianna, and then does not take her own advice and squints after all of the key actors in the night’s whatever the fuck it was called, until they’re gone. And if cops show up, she didn’t do anything. And if they don’t, she has a 7-11 hot dog. And all could be better.
She’ll find Marrick — and Rory — later.