AnneMarie | Pack Relations? [Pack]

“Fucker”

Muttered out as he turned with narrowed eyes, searching the dark.

Such places are a boon for the wyrm to thrive. Such places are where Kemp often patrols. The parking lot where they meet is deserted, as the building that adjoins it is. Clearly abandoned with every window shattered and graffiti defacing every other inch, it is the posterchild for everything that is wrong in Chicago. Desolation and neglect, festering and rotting, from the inside out.

“Let me guess. The Nanny, the Matchmaker. The Perfect example of all that is right in the world. The Doctor Ruth of the Nation. The self-righteous, stick his nose in my crotch poet has come to rip my fuckin tongue out because Moira farted him out her ass long enough to set him free so he could stick his big assed nose in someone else’s business instead of minding his own fuckin store.”

*He started across the parking lot towards Kemp.*

Cupping his ear as if listening, brows lifted.

“I don’t think so Homey. Did I say, Gee Hyde, don’t fuck that girl? I don’t think so. And frankly, I don’t give a fuck who talked to who. Too damned much minding other people’s business in this fuckin pack. Tell ya what though, ya kick my skinny as, don’t ya fuckin dare touch me with your mother’s anything damned thing.”

He might be a little smaller, thinner, younger, but he was wiry as hell. Crouching down with a human snarl, a gritting of his teeth.

*He shrugged* Deal.

Roll your initiative, then post your totals. He who goes last, posts his actions first, he who goes first, posts his actions last.
Then you roll.

Regarding rolling:
I will help you if you need it.
Be sure to include your stat break down in the roll plus any modifications. that includes form mods, totem mods, success mods, etc. If you do not do this, you will slow me down as I check your rolls, which makes it more likely I might think you’re not on the level. So, while in the end, this is to make it easier for me and for tracking (this is being transcripted), it’s in your best interest to break things up.
If you see the other do something that you think is off, speak to me privately in IMs.

Have fun. (smirks) Roll initiatives now, please.

to Mei
Ok…
0) Reflexive: 1 wp for resist pain. 2 rage actions (( Rage from loamy badger, holding 5 rage for hyde tonight))
1) Punch to face.
2) Punch to face
3) Punch to face.

Truth in Frenzy
Mon 7:39 pm

to Mei
((Spending 2 rage, going to block, punch and punch ))

Next actions. Kemp’s rolls are now at a -1 penalty.

Kemp’s nose breaks with a sickening crunch, like egg shells crushed under foot. The return blow, or perhaps it was the blow before that – they so fast it’s hard to keep track, that Kemp delivers rocks the Godi’s head on his neck, whipping muscles to the point of near tearing – his second blow cracks the cheekbone.

Hyde’s final blow nearly drives the Rotagar to his knees. The swelling in his face makes it hard to see, his cheeks burning with exploded blood vessels, his breath coming choked from his mouth, half filled with blood that drips from his nostrils. His ears ring, his head pounds.

Round total: Hyde – 3 damage no dice penalties due to gift.
Kemp: 5 damage, stunned. Must spend rage to act this turn. -2 dice penalty.

to Mei
Spend wp for resist pain, Spend 2 rage, punch, punch (note from Mei for clarity: 1 rage is to remain active. 1 rage for actions)

Hyde
Mon 8:37 pm

to Mei
2 rage from Loamy badger.
1) Punch face
2) Punch face
3) Punch face

Hyde’s final blow is devastating. Catching the Rotagar in the jaw, it sends him sprawling.

And he does not get up.

When he comes to, Hyde offers him a hand up* We good now?

“Fuuuckyou.”

Ignoring the hand as he rolled over to push for his knees.

Spattered out in a spray of blood again. He might have to crawl off, but it would be on his own. Shaking his head as he tried to clear it enough to make the world stop tilting as he half crawled, half stumbled across the lot.

His face hurt like a bitch, his clothing was bloody along with his face and neck where blood ran down. And he was still pissed as a hornet’s nest that got hit with a bat. Staggering off.

Turning his head to snort out blood and a big bloody honker.

…”new…how? Fuck off. Leave me the fuck alone. Don’t need ya.”

Dragging his hand over his nose with a winch of pain.

Spat out again.

“Just fuck the hell off.”

Spat out again in a garbled snarl.

“Ain’t gonna deal with someone sticking his ass in my life. Fuck off.”

“Git.” The Modi snaps at Hyde; it sounds quite like a command. “An’ you, Kemp. C’mon with me. That shit about fuckin’ trucks ain’t funny.”

Blinking several times to try and focus on Skadi. He could hear her through the ringing in his ears.

Pack. It’s a beautiful thing.

She crosses the distance to Kemp, steps up to his side. She doesn’t put her arm around him, she doesn’t shame him by sharing her strength like that. She just stands there, a subtle guide.

His head was pounding and it wasn’t getting any better.

“Look, ya kicked my ass. My tail is tucked between my legs. Big whoop. Got what ya wanted. Now fuck off, leave me the fuck alone. And fuck you too.”

Spat out in a spray of blood at Kathrin before he started to stumble off up the street.

Hyde. Take it to the circle as she requests. Remember our conversation last evening.

She does not square off to make it two against too, she simply pauses, close enough to hear, far enough to not be intruding or threatening. If any is omega it is me. If you wish to fight for such an honor from me, you may. Otherwise, all of you calm the fuck down. We are Pack. We stand together.

He looks to Kemp, Clearly Skadi was going to be with him now so Hyde nods. Letting him go. Hyde hadn’t been trying to rub something in, but he wasnt leaving his brother, hurt, alone in a bad part of town.* Later.

*He motions with one strange hand* AnneMarie, Kathrin. Kathrin, AnneMarie.

Spraying blood with each word as his anger grew with each thing heard. Staggering off into the dark.

Only after the introduction does she tip her head. Time to walk away until tempers cool.

Skadi snaps into step beside Kemp; this time, she grabs his arm. “Stop talkin’, keep walkin’.”

Via the totemic connection. Silence. One fight ain’t endin’ it. You gotta know that, know.

To Kemp, “c’mon. We gon’ head outta tha city. Head into that fuckin’ woods.”

“Fuckers.”

Mumbled out as he stumbled along with Skadi.

As for your challenge. Yeah, ask Decker, cus you’re fulla shit. His loss isn’t yours to Avenge. Your challenge is with out honor. If KEMP wants to challenge me he can. Otherwise shove it up your ass.

*He nods to Kat* Come on. Lets give um space.

She says nothing. She walks in a direction away from the alley. Perhaps she is joined, perhaps not. She does not seem to care one way or the other.