[Wes Shaw] (oh! hey, a lessa! *points*)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (heh. Working in the other windows, will be slow. You can start. *snerk*)
[Wes Shaw] he walks down the main stretch of the area. it’s late, the sun has set. cold man winter has made his presence known once again. even to this pale man it is too much to bare. so he wears a classy sheep’s leather long coat and scarf to keep the chill off of him. adjusting his bowler hat, he knows he would be a prime target of the gangs that roam this area of town. yet unabated he continues, many who would be in his way move out of his way. as the curse of his rage keeps a safe barrier around him.
[AnneMarie Hoch] Long strides, even and steady, carry the tall Modi down the paths of her patrol. At 5-11, two-inch heels on her boots give her still more height, lengthening an already lean line. Hands are tucked into the pocket of her long black coat that is belted tight around her waist, hiding the expensive blouse underneath. Her chin is lifted, pale gaze misses nothing.
She moves with restrained violence, an unmistakable grace that speaks of the animal barely hidden under monkey skin.
[Wes Shaw] his head too is held up high, as his single crimson eye watches out among the crowd. his long snow white hair moving around him like a living cape.. thankfully the wind had died down within the windy city to allow him to let it hang free. he was no walking violence. he was a glass walker through and through.. and was more able to hide his beast then the other tribes. yet none the less his curse still kept the chattering monkeys cold on the streets at bay.
[AnneMarie Hoch] The markings of Eagle territory are easy to see for those who care, who know where to look. Regardless, the presence of the Modi is enough to remind one who claims these lands, and who’s behavior should be up to par. That is to say, the Eagles own it – and everyone else had best behave.
The flash of white… hair… flowing in the wind brings her gaze to rest heavy and hot upon Wes, pale gaze unrelenting in it’s appraisal of the walker.
[Wes Shaw] feeling the hot gaze down on him. he pauses and turns his gaze to meet annemarie. his one surviving eye rests on her in a predatory manner. sizing the modi up as predator or prey. he was still for a long moment, much like a living statue. just staring at her. awaiting her reaction, before he gave a response.
[AnneMarie Hoch] He gets no words from her – no one ever does. There is no sound, there is merely the relaxed stance of one well within her right to explode should she feel the need. She is at ease, comfortable within her skin, within her territory. Her gaze remains on him, steady – impassive. There is the slight tilt of a brow over pale gaze. Questioning.
[Wes Shaw] seeing her reaction he nods his head in respect to the strong woman in her own domain. he approached albeit slowly to not instigate a violent response. knowing her questioning look he answered ‘i am familiarizing myself with the city proper.’
[AnneMarie Hoch] She stands, unmoving, giving the appearance of one who could remain motionless for hours, days even. He answers, and the brow hitches slightly higher, before she lifts her chin, accepting his explanation.
Otherwise – silence.
[Wes Shaw] he looked back out across the street and frowned. ‘i do apologize if by roaming into your ‘turf’ i have offended. i thought it best though to know where to go when the need arises. The chattering monkeys refer to me as Wes Shaw. Though my true name is Desolation Angel.’
[AnneMarie Hoch] A smirk. It makes appearance briefly, sliding across her lips then away again as if it never were. Perhaps she is amused. It is often hard to tell. Chin dips in a nod after he speaks and gives his name. Then there is a long moment. Perhaps he thinks she will not reply at all.
Then her hands slide from her pocket, an easy and graceful movement. There is a small white board in her hand, and a black pen in the other. She writes quickly, precisely, in easy to read block letters small and tight.
AnneMarie Hoch. bitter.grace to family, Ruhiger to the Nation. Eagle Modi.
[Wes Shaw] he reads the board and nods in response. tucking back a few strands of long hair from his face, adjusting the bowler hat neatly. ‘a pleasure to meet you AnneMarie, i would go into more detail. yet i feel this is not the place to do such.’
he looks around again letting out a long breath ‘i must compliment you and yours. your area has been by far the most secured i have come across in this city thus far.’
[Hyde] *In the distance there’s a peel of thunder and one might look up at the cloudy artic sky of Chicago and wonder if one of those freak thunder and lighting snow storms was about to cut loose.
It wasn’t… but AnneMarie did feel the approach of “PACK” in the back of her mind like some long forgotten itch, coming again to the fore*
[AnneMarie Hoch] This time there is a visible flash of emotion on her face: Pride. There are few who would ever under stand how much she sacrificed to become and remain an Eagle, though all know well the fierceness that each member of the pack protect one another.
The are Eagles. They fly as one.
There’s an nod, slight, agreeing that they are far more secure then most. Then a flick of her gaze toward the direction she feels Hyde’s approach from, before pale eyes rest again on Wes.
[Wes Shaw] he looks up to the sky hearing the ‘thunder’ and sniffs at the air. making a face at the stench that invades his nostrils. ‘odd, i do not smell precipitation in the air.’
[Hyde] *Then down the alleyway came Hyde. The massive godi pretty hard to miss. 6 foot 6 inches of Fenrir born and.. well ignobly bred. Steel toed boots, jeans, a thick belt with two tongues in the buckel, a brown buckskin shirt over his boad chest. A marine digital cammo surplus jacket stretched across his shoulders. Forarm bracers on his forarms… and a knit cap in black on his head.
With all of this, the strangest thing about him would likely be his hands. Two thick fingers and a thumb on each. He didn’t hide them. He never did.
Stranger still this evening… one of his hands seemed… blackish, as if it’d been burned or chared, and in that hand he was carrying something long over his shoulder, and a trail of smoke from it*
[AnneMarie Hoch] Again, the slight smirk at the lack of precipitation in the air. She lifts her chin slightly, directing his attention toward her packmate. Then, to Hyde, the typical nod up of Eagle hello.
Followed by her voice the only way it can be heard – along Eagle’s Wings. Wes Shaw. He compliments us on the security of our Territory borders.
[Wes Shaw] the movement caught his attention as he turned to face it. observing Hyde as he came and stepping back to give the two pack mates a better sense privacy. though he didn’t move far. debating that Hyde may want to know who was in their territory. so he stayed himself in preparation of a hostile inquiry.
[Hyde] *Hyde gave a chin up nod to AnneMarie, whom.. in private he had started calling a different name. Then those blue eyes, like Nordic ice flickered to Wes and looked over him A nod given to the man, then his voice came out, from deep in his chest* Hello Wes Shaw… yes. We do our best.
*Now that he was beside them and among them, both would smell the coyingly sweet smell of… cooked meat, and see Hyde’s hand gripping the 4 foot haft of a very large hammer, it’s rectangular head a single chunck of steel. It was still smoking and smelled faintly of ozone*
[AnneMarie Hoch] She says nothing, merely looks pointedly at his hand, and the hammer with a slight lift of her brow.
[Wes Shaw] he bowed his head to Hyde. ‘A pleasure.’ he returned. ‘As it should be.’
the stench of ozone made his nose crinkle slightly as that single eye looks down to his hand, then to his hammer. a brutal weapon in caparison to Wes’s own chosen weapon. yet still impressive. ‘Would seem you ran into a spot of trouble.’
[Hyde] *He raised a brow to AM’s look and nodded. Hefting the hammer from his shoulde he held it parelle to the ground. Gripping the haft in his other hand he concentrated and with a slight … tearing sound, he pried his blakened hand off the haft. Once done if.. one cared to look they’d see little bits of burt flesh stuck to it, and bits of flesh torn off his hand. He grunts and wipes the hand on his jeans* New hammer…. still working on it. Just dedicated it to myself. You might have heard it? Had an electricsity spirit help me out… Hit a um.. *He nodded looking for the english word* Transformer? With it? *A nod* Part of me now, and me a part of it. *The hammer was streight metal. The rectangular head and a 5 foot black metal haft. he had some leather he was going to wrap the haft in, but well leather might have crisped so he did this part first. He offered the still smoking weapon to AM to look over. She was a master of blunt weapons after all. Then looked to Wes.* What brings you to our streets?
*Not that he was being an ass. He most certinly COULD BE, but he wasn’t being one now. SImply curious*
[AnneMarie Hoch] She doesn’t seem bothered by the flesh still on the smoking weapon. Her whiteboard and pen slide away once more so that she can take the hammer from her packmate. She hefts it experimentally, testing the weight and balance. She knows well Hyde’s strength, though hers is surprisingly equal in some ways. He had balanced the hammer well for his larger size and grip. She explores it with her fingers, testing the build and structure, and then nods, slightly, before handing it back.
Approval.
[Wes Shaw] ‘i am familiarizing myself with the city proper so that I am aware of where to go when the need arises.’ the same response he had given AM. Yet the only truth he had.
‘I do apologize for entering without proper introduction at your gate. I was hoping to run a brief sweep before departing without need to interrupt your daily lives.’ he looks Hyde over, a gaze that couldn’t be helped. that look of sizing one up as if deciding he was predator or prey. after a moment he seemed to have made his decision, and his gaze moves to elsewhere.
[Hyde] *Hyde took it back and nodded back to AM. Then looked to Wes and then up and down the street. Lowering the hammer to rest it’s head on one steel toed boot.* What do you think of our area?
*A look to AnneMarie. Then speaking across the totemic bond* Seems polite. What tribe is this one? I dont remember hearing before.
[AnneMarie Hoch] Now that there is one to speak for the Eagles, she relaxes a touch, though it is something only Hyde would feel, and recognize. She hates her disability. She hates that it is something so small, yet causes so many problems. Things she would never show anyone other then pack, and possibly no one other then Hyde. Theirs is a friendship built on trust and understanding. And kicking each other’s ass.
Glass Walker, I believe. I cannot believe the hair. How on earth does he fight with that flying around?
[Wes Shaw] he took a pause in thought. ‘i had not traveled far before I met AnneMarie, so I am unable to give you an accurate census. Though thus far, it seems far better secured then others. As well I have noted a smaller level of gang activity in your borders. Given the area’s attraction to them. I say, I am quite impressed, and compliment you and yours on a splendid job.’
[Hyde] *Hyde smiled at a bit of what AM had thought and then looks back to Wes* Most of that can be attributed to AnneMarie here and my other brothers and sister. I mostly take care of the spirit sides. Give or take.
So… what’s with the hair?
[AnneMarie Hoch] Again, the briefest of smirks – it appears, slides across her lips in amusement, and slides away again, as if even the expression fears being too long in her presence.
Hands slide into pockets, and she watches, listening. Should Wes look close enough, he will see the automatic way Hyde and AnneMarie place themselves. They guard each other, and watch opposite sides of the street. Between the two, nothing will pass by their notice, for all Wes keeps their full attention.
[Wes Shaw] ‘my hair?’ for the first time his emotionless features crack a smile that’s almost herd. ‘i was groomed, by the one whom took me in, to appear as an intimidating figure of fear. Humans call him Azrael, The pale man whom rode upon the pale horse, the last mercy, or the Angel of death. He wished to use me as one would a weapon that strikes fear in all whom hear it’s name. Even in release of my debt to him, I am so unused to fashion that I continue to groom myself in which that is ingrained in me.’
[Hyde] Azreal… wasn’t that the cat on the smurfs? *He tilted his head and thought* Must be a bitch in combat. Somone grab you and just, swing you around like a mace or something.
*He glanced to AM and smiled and back to Wes*
[AnneMarie Hoch] Oh yes. Amusement definitely flickers in pale gaze, as that’s exactly the mental visual she had. Fenrir – it’s all fighting, all the time.
[Wes Shaw] he took note in how the two stood. how they’re instinctual nature placed them automatically in defense of one another. it was a spectacular sight, one he had never personally experienced. even though he spoke to them, he to was on constant guard. the sign of one who never had the security of having another at his side.
The smile faded some, yet he maintained a practiced smirk. ‘None have gotten the chance. If they reach for it. I remove their hand for the offense.’
[Hyde] *Hyde’s brow rose slowly almost dissapearing under the front of his knit cap and a bit of a grin crossed his face. A chuckel and he looked to AnneMarie and back to wes* Really? Or.. is that just what you say? Don’t get me wrong. It sounds impressive.. but that’s a lot of hair. *The strange hand came up and pulled off the knit cap. Hyde’s own hair was shaved to with in a quarter inch of his scalp* I keep it like this for just that reason.
[AnneMarie Hoch] Her own hair is boyishly short as well. Undeniably feminine makeup is worn, however, though she is no less thuggish then Hyde.
Just prettier.
[Hyde] (( cracks up))
[AnneMarie Hoch] ((*Shining grin*))
[Wes Shaw] he nodded ‘it is impractical, i do understand your position. no, i do not lie. few have tried, though they were the enemy. so i had no qualms about removing parts of their body. only two others have taken hold of my hair, and have not been penalized for their action. Both of which were Elders. Do not mistake me. where they call those of my moon and my tribe a scalpel, i am a bone saw.’
[Hyde] *Hyde tilted his head* You’re.. a Walker? *Ohhh it’s so tempting. Not even being evil but that’s so tempting*
[Wes Shaw] he nodded in response. ‘yes’
[AnneMarie Hoch] She too is tempted. Just to see. And possibly to scrap. She’s a bit of practice needed seeing as that welp of a talon messed her up so badly. She does not disguise the curiosity and the itch to reach out and just tug. On one single white lock.
[Wes Shaw] he could read the curiosity, he could taste their temptation. finally he relaxes and smiles. ‘if you care for a fight. show us a more secure location and i shall appease you. Both of you if it is in me.’
[Wes Shaw] ((smoke run brb ten minutes tops))
[Hyde] *Hyde turned and motioned to the alley* There’s a space back there behind the dumpsters if you would like? AnneMArie can go first. Beauty before skill, I always say.
[Hyde] (( hurm. Seems like there’s a .. hold on the hammer. so.. edit that part out. Terribly sorry))
to AnneMarie Hoch, Wes Shaw
[AnneMarie Hoch] An expulsion of air from her lips. In any one else it might be a snort. There’s a glance toward the alley, and then a shoulder lifts in a shrug and falls again. Most folks that aren’t pack get upset when she kicks their ass, even in a friendly spar. Wes’ call.
[Wes Shaw] ((back))
[Michael Takahashi] Out for a ‘midnight stroll’ it seemed, Michael made his way along the cracked street sidewalk, the heels of his nice black shoes making quiet clicking noises on the pavement below him as they carried him along. He was dressed in a nice navy blue peacoat, buttoned all the way up, along with a pair of black slacks and some earmuffs. His hands were in his pockets and his glasses secure on the bridge of his nose.
He appeared frail, with pale skin and shadows under his eyes, a perpetual scowl on his face and a redness to his nose and cheeks from the cold. He was thin, looked underfed, and was probably weak and sick.
Yet he walked with nothing but confidence in his step.
Down and down along the sidewalk, taking turns here and there, with only God knows where as a destination or purpose in mind. Until, eventually, he turned the corner that would place him on the sidewalk and path to where the three were gathered.
[Wes Shaw] he nodded and moved past them. there was no arrogance in his stride; just confidence in his own abilities. he walked down the alley to where they indicated. he pulled off his coat and scarf revealing the twenties style suit he was wearing. he took off his suit’s coat and set it aside, before he pulled off his bowler hat and set it on top of everything. he rolled up white button down shirt’s sleeve. revealing an intricate tattoo of a snake curling around a rose. he turned to face them at the ready. ‘terms?’
[Hyde] *Hyde looked to AM, all like “Can you belive this lil guy?” Then turned and headed down the alley behind the dumpsters and leaned aginst the wall. Looking to AM for her terms to relay to Wes*
[AnneMarie Hoch] She glances at Hyde with a slight curve of her lips upwards – just at the corner. A scrap. Just what every Modi wants.
She unbelts her jacket as she glances around the street one more time. Her eyes lock on the teenager heavily for a moment, before she moves into the depths of the alley. Sliding from her long coat reveals the expensive blouse, button down silk of a soft cream color, and dark slacks perfectly pressed. She is Modi, but she has style.
She folds her jacket carefully, and sets it out of the way. A shimmer of the air around her and from her bicep tattoo unwinds an ironwood staff. She twirls it experimentally, easily. Hyde was not kidding that she is the expert of blunt weaponry. Then she simply leans it against the wall. Amused, she tips her head as she steps away from the weapon, knowing Hyde will express her words aloud. Just a friendly spar. I try for your hair, you try to take my hand. If you prefer weapons – my staff against whatever you wish. Till submission, or incap. No further. Anything goes – homid or near man. After all, I have no intention of actually killing you. Yet.
Oh. So very confident, this Modi. Fenris would be proud.
[Michael Takahashi] Michael was many things, but an idiot wasn’t one of them. He spotted the three as he rounded the corner, saw the man with the long (very long) white hair go into the alley followed closely by a large brutish looking man with blunt features and a buckskin shirt. He made brief eye contact with the woman before she too moved into the alley.
It looked like trouble.
He was just curious enough to double-check.
[Hyde] *Hyde translates, word for word, else she’d kick him in the balls again. He still remembered that at the strangest times.
*Hyde leaned aginst one of the dumpsters so he’d see if anyone came down. It’d be a shame to break the viel on a lark*
[Wes Shaw] he nods as Hyde relays her words. his form easily melds up to glabro. ‘weapons.’ as he removes his own weapon of war. the scythe is six foot in length, the curved blade an astounding five feet in length. at the end of the shaft is a heavy spike that serves as a counter-weight. this weapon was obviously not meant to be used in homid. still his homid strength would permit him to wield it crudely.
[AnneMarie Hoch] He pulls the weapon, and it is then she smiles. Perhaps now, he wishes she would not have. It’s a gleam in her gaze as he pulls the blade to use against her staff. Friendly, indeed. There is no joy in that smile, only a pure, malicious mirth as she melts upwards into glabro herself, and gathers her will around her like a cloak. She takes up her staff – covered in runes that tell a story. Her story. – and spins it again before resting comfortably in a ready stance.
She agrees to his term, and with her free hand, waggles her fingers in age old ‘bring it’ gesture.
(WP spent to resist pain.
Inits, shall we?)
[Wes Shaw] ((sure wes Inti 4 + d10))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[AnneMarie Hoch] (inits – +7)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[AnneMarie Hoch] (17. declare away.)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (erm. 16. but yeah. heh.)
[Michael Takahashi] And so, as the giant scythe of death and the staff were pulled and put to the ready, Michael appeared in the alley entrance. He put forth no effort to hide himself, didn’t try to cover his steps, and didn’t even seem to appear surprised at the fact that these people had suddenly gotten a hold of weapons and were now fighting like knights from a bad movie in the alleyway.
His hands remained in his pockets, his expression sour and non-plussed.
For now he said nothing, he just looked on with a frown of disapproval.
[Wes Shaw] he prepares for a block/counter
[AnneMarie Hoch] She ignores the entrance of the kid to the alley – Hyde will take care of him and watch their back.
He prepares to block, and she is already in movement. One learns quickly when facing a Modi – never give them an opening. And this is exactly why. Two all important words.
Anything.
Goes.
She moves faster then lightening, even in near-monkey skin. Her staff whipping through the air as if an extension of her arm, of her very soul.
(dropping 2 rage, split first action,
1a. hit w/staff,
1b hit w/staff,
2 hit w/staff,
3 hit w/staff)
[Hyde] *Thankfully, there were… dumpsters, to block casual view of Wes and AnneMarie, and to see them one would have to walk around them, and thusly around Hyde, so all Michael saw were a few big dumpsters with the massive Godi leaning aginst them. He glanced over at Michael and raised a brow* You need somethin’ kid?
[AnneMarie Hoch] (first strike with staff, -2 for split)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]
[AnneMarie Hoch] (roll block)
[Michael Takahashi] “Need? No, not at all.”
His voice was cool–… No, icy’s a better word for it. Dark eyes saw no scythe or staff, no battling oddballs. Rather, they surveyed the large man leaned against the strategically placed dumpsters, then the dumpsters themselves. An eyebrow lifted, scrutinizingly, and he lifted his chin a little.
“Where did the albino and the woman go?” He had a way of making a question sound like a statement.
[Wes Shaw] ((block 1a))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (damage – str+glabro+eagle+1=9)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Wes Shaw] ((soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] ((3 bashing. Rolling 1b – 3penalty)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (dam)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Wes Shaw] ((ouch soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Hyde] They’re kissin’ and makin’ up for lost time. *Nodding back behind the dumpsters. Content in that the ‘exchange’ would be done in a matter of miliseconds, SECONDS at the most* You know one of um? *Hyde’s own Nordic ice eyes survey the guy. He didn’t look well. But then, when you were 6’6″ and 300 pounds, alot of people looked scrawny.
Hyde was dressed much like he normaly was. Steel toed boots, jeans, a thick leather belt with two tongues in the buckel, a buckskin shirt, his marine digital cammo surplus jacket and the knit cap on his head. A small chain held a hammer of thor at his neck, and there were bracers on his forarms under the coat. His most striking feature was his hands though. Always was. Each having two thick fingers and a thumb on them. He never hid them. So, they got seen*
[AnneMarie Hoch] (nice. rolling first rage hit, no penalty)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 6, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 3
[AnneMarie Hoch] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wes Shaw] ((soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (final rage swipe)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Wes Shaw] ((soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 5, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Michael Takahashi] Michael’s eyes caught the hammer and narrowed, though only a little, and only for a moment. He also noticed the hands (duh) but he didn’t comment on them. Rather, he chose to nod toward the man, and without answering the question about whether he knew either of them, he spoke up again.
“Hammer… Thor’s, I presume, by the style?”
Then his hand left his pocket, and fingers (all five of them) dipped into the front of his coat to pull a pendent out from underneath. The pendent was probably one of the most recognizable symbols to Hyde’s eyes– the glyph of the Get of Fenris. Michael’s fingers touched briefly at the glyph before setting it to rest on top of his coat. Again his chin lifted a little, almost proudly to display the pendent.
The boy was foolhardy, flashing such a symbol to any strange three-fingered man in an alley.
[AnneMarie Hoch] She smirks the whole time, as he stands and blocks. She toys with him. Plays. Pulls her punches a bit, maybe. And yes – that staff touches his hair, and slams into his ribs with a satisfying crunch.
She isn’t even winded, and is still highly amused. She smiles that all too eager smile once more, and wags her fingers at him. Bring it on, again.
(Wes is at 3dam, AM untouched)
[Hyde] *Hyde nodded to the question* It is… I was born in Schwarzwald. The Black Forrest of Germany. It’s a symbol of my people.
*His eyes watch as the boy pulled out his pendanat and then looked to his eyes* Nice. Buy that on Pikes Peir?
[Michael Takahashi] “No.”
Though you would think he must have. Why on earth would some Japanese kid have that hanging around his neck? His hand returned to his pocket, leaving the symbol in the open, and he glanced past Hyde to the dumpsters, as though trying to see through them to what was occuring beyond. As he studied the dumpsters, he answered in a slow almost drawl of a voice. It’d be drawling were the English not so proper.
“This is the symbol of my people.”
[Wes Shaw] ((inti 4))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch] (inits +7)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Hyde] Really? You don’t look it kid. You look like a half starved lil street rat. So how about you fess up. WHere’d you get the pendant?
*Hyde didn’t WANT to beat up some sickly lookin’ guy, But… wel yeah he’d done worse in his short life*
[AnneMarie Hoch] (Crap. *L* Man, Kahseeno is unhappy with me tonight!
repeat of last round. 2 rage, split first action.
1a, swipe
1b swipe
2 swipe
3 swipe)
[Wes Shaw] ((2 rage split first action attack/block))
1a swipe called shot hand
1b block
2 swipe called shot leg
3 swipe
[Michael Takahashi] The boy’s eyes hardened, this time visibly. As though he had been insulted, but he was too composed to let it show elsewhere. His lips pursed a little, but this was as brief as the previous narrowing of his eyes, and just as slight.
“From my uncle. As I said, this is my family crest. And for the record, I am not a street rat. I doubt urchins polish their shoes regularly.” …Well, his shoes were polished.
[Hyde] *Hyde’s wern’t. He worked on fishing boats when the river wasn’t frozen solid. He pushed off the dumpster and headed down towards Michael* Uncle huh? What’s your name?
[Hyde] +2 usually))
[Wes Shaw] ((attack))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 8) [WP]
[Wes Shaw] ((str 4, +2 wep, +2 glabro =8))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Michael Takahashi] Micheal, in turn, didn’t even flinch at Hyde’s approach. The man was 6’6″, significantly taller than most, but this boy was no little kid himself. Not outrageously tall, but average sized. Perhaps about 5’11” or so, give or take an inch. Skinny, but no shrimp.
“Michael Takahashi.” The last name was as oriental as the shape of his eyes.
[AnneMarie Hoch] (rolling first strike -2)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Hyde] And your uncles name Mikie? *Oh boy, did every one born with that name turn out like this? Hurm. Hyde’s curiosity showed in his face as he neared*
[AnneMarie Hoch] (yikes. *LMAO* HAIL KAHSEENO MOTHERFUCKER! rolling 1b strike -3)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Wes Shaw] ((block))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 2, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Wes Shaw] ((rage attack at legs))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 6, 7 (Botch x 2 at target 8)
[Wes Shaw] and he goes low with a swipe at her legs to take her down.. he loses his footing.. and ends up shoulder first into the ground.
[AnneMarie Hoch] (first rage swipe)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Michael Takahashi] As Hyde neared, he lifted his head so his face was kept as level and straight-set toward the Godi’s as it could be. His answer was in a tone of voice so bland it had to be sarcastic.
“My uncle’s name is Kristoph Voldorf.”
There. German enough for you, big boy?, Michael thought bitterly.
[AnneMarie Hoch] (dam)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Wes Shaw] ((soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Hyde] You take after your mother or something?
*Hyde looked him over. Not possesising scent of true form or anything. He vaguely remembered the name though* You send out some sort of Missive a month or three back? Demanding to meet with people?
[Michael Takahashi] The mother comment was ignored. Not politely, but completely. Rather, the malnourished looking teenager lowered his gaze and his face, but not for submission. Rather, he seemed to become concerned with taking a tube of chapstick from his coat pocket and applying it to his lips. As he was closing the lid and storing the chapstick away, he spoke.
“Yes, that was me. I noticed there was no answer. And I also noticed a sudden destruction of my school.”
[AnneMarie Hoch] She said anything goes – and she means it. Fenris shows no mercy when an foe is down. Fortunately, Wes is no foe, and this is only a friendly spar. He taps her once, then looses his footing and the Modi takes full advantage. A mighty swipe and her staff is whistling through the air, connecting soundly with his temple and knocking him right. the hell. out.
She doesn’t hit him again, instead she wraps the end of her staff in that long ass white hair, tangling it tight at the end. Over Totemphone. Toss me a blade? She’s going to take a small trophy before he wakes.
[Hyde] Awww did somone blow up your school? *Hyde shrugged his broad shoulders* I have no clue what happened there man. I didn’t have a hand in it.
So what do you want?
[Hyde] *Pushing his sleeve up past his forarm bracer hyde pulled out his thick bladed knife. For a second Michael might think he was going to cut him, but then he just CHUCKED it back over the dumpsters. Letting AM know it was coming. He had full faith in her catching it*
[AnneMarie Hoch] And catch it she does. She sees it coming, and snatches it out of the air. A nod, and a breath of thanks over the totemphone as she uses the sharp assed blade to remove a lock of hair from the length of white sprawled over the dirty alleyway. No more then 4-6 inches in length. Hardly noticable when it hangs to his ankles to begin with. She stands, the lock of white hair in hand, and stands. She untangles the staff from the remaining hair, and moves away.
She pauses to slip on her coat, before she moves around the dumpster to watch her packmate, painstakingly wrapping her trophy around the end of her staff.
[Michael Takahashi] “Mm.” That grunt was all that answered Hyde’s dismissal of the explosion of the school. Michael didn’t believe the man’s words. That tall blonde girl warned him that Elk Grove was bad, Wyrm-infested, that the city’s Garou were taking care of it and that it was dangerous to be there. Then suddenly the Elk Grove school blew up. He knew right off the bat that was the work of the Garou. He just knew.
The knife was drawn, and Michael’s face hardly flinched, though his body did tighten up. Then the knife was tossed back over the dumpster, and he commented in a low, off-hand voice that wasn’t quite a whisper, but wasn’t quite an open statement either. “Kissing and catching up with a dagger falling from the sky… Hm.”
Then, with a shake of his head, he finally answered. “Contact. I want contact. I want to know what is going on with my family, I want to know where they are, I want to be able to reach them.”
[AnneMarie Hoch] (adds) she offers Hyde his blade back silently, then, and listens to the conversation, as well as for Wes to wake up.
[Hyde] *Hyde took the knife back and slid it back under his bracer and pulled the sleeve of the surplus jacket down back over it* Mmmm She’s a rough one. Or so I’m told. *Hyde shrugged and listened to the rest* You look old enough for your wants not to hurt cha Mikie.
Especially trying to demand stuff. That’s a good way to get your ass kicked up around your shoulders.
*Hyde noticed the hair and repressed a smile* As for your requests… I don’t think they’re going to be too forth coming. Such things come with trust, trust comes with time. It’s not automatic because you can toss out a germnaic name and flash a pendant.
[Michael Takahashi] “Well, we do need to start somewhere, don’t we? A way of contact without full access quite yet, for trust to be built upon there does need to be a base to begin with.”
Dark almond-shaped eyes turned upon AnneMarie as she came about from behind the dumpster, and he wondered quietly where the albino was, but didn’t concern himself with it too much. Rather, he looked back to Hyde, waiting for his answer.
[Wes Shaw] he draws a breath as the world blurred back into exsitance. he looked around and remembered the shattering blow that sent him off to another place. he buried his scythe into the asphalt of the dirty alley and hefted himself up slowly.. shifting down to homid. giving himself a few moments to finish healing off the damage he brushed off as much of the dirt and grime that had accumulated on his suit. he could already feel the lightness of his head and looked to the rough cut down at the base of his hair. taking a moment to rest against the dumpster he let out a small prayer to forgive AM against the small offense. as he pulled back on his suit’s coat, and slid back on his leather jacket and scarf. he tucked back his hair and placed the bowler hat on to hold his hair in place. taking up his scythe he lets it disappear back into it’s dedicated position. finally he moves back around from the dumpster to join the other two. one crimson eye falling on the lad as he remains to silence.
[Hyde] Do you have a phone number? The one you talked to before might see to such things. *Yeaaaah. Ling was good for something wasn’t she?*
*He glanced back to the dumpsters. Seeing Wes, Hyde smiled* Still wish to give me a go?
[Wes Shaw] he nodded ‘just do not take anymore of my hair. it is a trademark.’
[Hyde] *Hyde laughed and left AM to handel Michael. Which, should be very interesting and headed back around the dumpster* Ohhhh no. You laid it out there. If I get cha, I’m takin’ a chunck.
[AnneMarie Hoch] She arches a brow, slightly, as Micheal speaks of contact and trust. She finishes tying the white hair to the end of her staff, and merely holds it there – a trophy just won. She turns to look over her shoulder as Wes stirs, and then rejoins him. She’s not above moving her staff to showcase her trophy, and the smirk that flies over her lips stays just a bit longer this time. He stood before her and fought true. That earns respect in the eyes of a Modi.
Tell him he stood his ground well. I would not have dishonored his trademark by shaving him bald, but others might. He would do well to remember the lesson.
Then, her gaze returns to Micheal.
[Wes Shaw] he turned to follow hyde. ‘so be it, but if you have a prize to claim. then what is my restitution?’
[Michael Takahashi] His eyes trailed toward Wes as he appeared from behind the dumpster, but he spoke to Hyde, even as he scrutinized him.
“I do.” A hand reached into the breast pocket of his coat, and a business card was offered. Yes, yes a business card. …Well, more like a resume card. There was no actual business listed, but there was Michael’s name, home number, cell number, e-mail address, and even a fax number. The boy was set.
He watched Hyde disappear behind the dumpster with the albino, then left the card in AnneMarie’s hands. He observed her for a moment, glanced briefly to her throat, as though hunting for a scar or a visible reason for her not speaking a word, then settled for simply nodding his head in farewell and turning to leave.
[Hyde] *Once well behind the dumpsters, Hyde drew his knife again* You were going to try and take my hand. Remember? *Seeing as they’d fought in glabro before. Hyde took a few moments to shift. Fine gun metal gray fur sprouted down his arms and over his head. Teeth grew. Mass increased. From 6’6″ and 300lbs he rose to 7ft and about 750lbs.. the increase all muscle. He waited for Wes to get ready*
[AnneMarie Hoch] She steps to the side and stands between the dumpsters and Micheal, and the full weight of her gaze rests on the kid – silent.
She takes the card, and glances at it, before tucking it into her pocket. A nod up bares her neck enough to show no visible scar, though it is meant only as an acknowledgment of the card. She does nothing to stop his leaving. She does not call him back, she does not move to touch his arm, or even to hit him with her staff. Instead, she smooths her long coat over her hips, and belts it around her waist once more.
[Hyde] Inits+7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Wes Shaw] he glances out of the corner of his eye at the lock of hair, and nodded in respect to AM. she had won it fairly after all. it was not his place to be upset with her. he once again removes the respected clothing and takes out his scythe. shifting to glabro he prepares to fight.
init+4
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Michael Takahashi] (( And now bed. Thanks folks. :) Night. ))
[AnneMarie Hoch] ((night!))
[Wes Shaw] ((2 rage splitting actions
1a block
1b swipe
2 swipe hand
3 swipe legs))
[Hyde] (( first action split, 2 rage, 1wp for resist pain
1A-D Cut with knife
R1 cut with knife
R2 Cut with knife
[Hyde] Dex+melee -4 first cut
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 4) Re-rolls: 2
[Wes Shaw] ((block-2))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hyde] Swipe B -5
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 4)
[Hyde] dam
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Wes Shaw] ((soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hyde] slash c -6
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 4 (Failure at target 4)
[Hyde] Slash D
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Botch x 1 at target 4)
[Wes Shaw] ((1b swipe))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Wes Shaw] dmg
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Hyde] Soak.
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Wes Shaw] ((keep forgetting the reroll button))
[Hyde] R1 slash
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 4) Re-rolls: 1
[Hyde] Str+glabro2+eagle3+2nondodged= 11
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Wes Shaw] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Hyde] (( Rolling damage to self, for botch.
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hyde] (( rolling self soak from stabbing self in botch))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hyde] *The combat had been just as fast as with his sister. Hyde got in close though, A slash, the alley saw red then a fury of strikes that either missed or drew little damage, then damn if the fenrir doesn’t slash his OWN leg at one point, before the sythe came around and.. again, like his sister, hit, with out rending the thick skin. Another slash from the knife and it was over. Wes was down and hyde frowned looking at his leg then up at Annemarie* I stabbed my own fuckin’ self!!
[AnneMarie Hoch] After Micheal left, she turned to watch Hyde and Wes, and when it is all over and Hyde exclaims his own shock, she does something she rarely, ever, does. Over the totemphone comes the rich, soft highly amused sounds of…
…laughter.
[Hyde] *He snorted and reached down. Hand twirling in the white hair. And hyde shaved a bit by the temple. No more than a hand full. He didn’t shave the guy bald. More out of shock he’d stabbed hisownself, than any love of the guy’s hair* I can’t belive I slashed my own fuckin’ leg… Think the PRettyboi can fix my jeans? SHIT!
[AnneMarie Hoch] She leans back against the alley wall, her staff in her hand still, resting against her shoulder. And over the totemphone the laughter still rings. Outwardly the smirk lingers over her lips, easy and fitting. She is relaxed, and content. Nothing like a good spar to lift the spirits.
[Wes Shaw] after hyde takes his prize.. and wes comes to. wes once again rises slowly.. feeling more of his hair gone he grunts.. then turns to face the two get. he bowed his head lowly to them both. ‘i do not deserve the honor of the name i was given. nor the weapon i was bestowed with.’
he staggers over to them.. and sets the scythe at their feet.. before he reaches into the back of his pants.. and pulls out a dagger reaching up what’s left of his precious hair.. and clips it off. letting it fall to the ground. raising his eyes to meet them.
‘thank you, you have shown me my arrogance. for that i owe you a debt. you have also made me aware i can no longer walk my path alone. i will begin to seek admittance into a pack.’
[Hyde] *hyde scooped the toe of his boot under the shaft of the weapon and with a flick of his foot it hopped up into his hand. He offered it to the guy* Keep it man. Use it on the wyrm. Live and learn. Even we.. *He looked to AM laughing at him and back to Wes* Loose a fight now and then.
That little bitch kicked my ass into orbit once…. hard to belive.. I know.. but it happened.
[AnneMarie Hoch] She arches a brow slightly. She… was not expecting that. But she nods in agreement as Hyde hands his weapon back. It is only fitting and proper to do so. But she’s not above eying that hair. Bet it braids pretty.
But she returns her gaze toward Hyde and smirks again. Not denying she kicked his ass – because she did. She’s not bad, for a cliath, anyway.
[Wes Shaw] he caught the scythe in his hand and shook his lighter head. running his hand through the rough tuft of hair that was left. then looked to the scythe and frowned. ‘i still feel as i failed in some way. i need to become stronger. i cannot afford to falter like that in the face of the enemy. not for the sake of pride, but for the sake of those who may rely on the strength of another.’
[Wes Shaw] he then looked back between them ‘i still owe you a debt for shining luna’s light on my hurbis.’
[Hyde] Find a pack. Do better next time. When she kicked my ass, I doubled my efforts to fight harder… We learn by DOING Wes. You learned tonight. You lived. I don’t think you’ll forget it.
[AnneMarie Hoch] A slight nod echoes Hyde’s words. Live and learn. Fight or die trying. They are Fenrir. It is how they live.
[Wes Shaw] he nodded ‘pretty words are worthless in the face of inaction. i agree.’ a small smile came as he looked back to his weapon of war before it was returned to it’s dedicated position.
‘one day i will come and reclaim what is mine. agreed?’ looking to the prizes they had took from him this night.
[Hyde] *Hyde nodded. He could live with that* Look forward to it.
[AnneMarie Hoch] That brings an actual grin to the Modi’s face as she tips her head toward Wes in agreement. She tucks the white hair away, and the staff itself returns to where it wraps around her bicep in tattoo form.
She really loves nothing more then a friendly spar. She too, looks forward to the fight.
[Wes Shaw] he nodded in return and offered his hand. a physical action he never took place in. they earned his respect, and their rightful positions as predators in his mind. ‘then i should take leave of your territory, and cease holding your attentions. i thank you both for the lessons learned this evening.’
[Hyde] *Hyde nodded and slaped him 3* Take it easy…
*He rolled his shoulders and tucked away his knife. Glaring at the slash in his jeans* I”m such a fag….. Tristan’s gonna bitch, You watch. “What’d ya cut yourself for?” *A snort* Thank god Kemp wasn’t here.
[AnneMarie Hoch] When she takes his hand, he may be surprised at how delicate it feels. She tempers her strength in a decidedly firm, yet feminine handshake. Then, she slides her hands into the pockets of her coat, and falls into step with Hyde.
I think I should give him a play by play. Since he missed it.
[Wes Shaw] he quickly slid back on his items of clothing, shaking off the cold. as he moves out to the street placing his hat over his now short hair. he flips out a cellphone and says a few words before closing it. within a few minutes a black limo pulls up and he climbs inside. heading back to his refuge.
[Hyde] *Hyde snorts at her* Right.. and I’ll mention the state you showed up in after your run in with the puppy?
[AnneMarie Hoch] She narrows her gaze. At least I did not do the damage to myself… Sure, it’s a small distinction, but never the less…
[Hyde] *he smirked* Oh I know. Your foe was more vishious… *he nodded to her and started to walk with her to patrol*
[AnneMarie Hoch] From what I remember, balled boy, he was. Oh. Snap. But she smirks up at the taller Godi, and resumes patrols with her packmate at her side.
[Hyde] (( Thanks for the scene man))