September 07, 2003.09.07.03. - truth-in-frenzy [erik-tucker-cori-billy-kemp] *e[outside Newark]
aka: Hunting Carmen
aka: Happy 1 Year Anniversary James!(james)
two cars pull up to a bend in the road hidden by trees 20 miles outside of Newark city limits
lights grow dim then shut off before either comes to a complete stop
one's the Monte warwagon, Blood Eagle at the wheel and Tucker pulling shotgun
close behind is the black Tacoma driven by one Bone Gnawer
(yea, he'll be washing this thing before the Modi gets back, that's for sure)
Cori's in the passenger seat and Kemp's tucked nice and neat in the backsure, they'd all've fit into a single car....
but both the Eagles are too paranoid to be caught like that
never hurts to have a little legroom, anywaythere's a low hum of machinery that's carried on the wind from a few miles away
but that's not what they're concentrating on
it's the glitter of lights through the band of trees ahead
through the trees and a few hundred yards into a clearing - there's another building in question
non-descript, nothing particularly out of the ordinary except for the familiar tug of Erik's gift
that chainlink and nastily wired fence may also mean some business, come to think of itonce unfolding from the seat and closing the door mutely behind him
the lanky Gnawer leans back against the still-warm hood of the truck
dark eyes glancing towards his Alpha from beneath the bandana that's holding dreads under control(erik)
Signs. Humans seem to need to mark every little piece of their accomplishments with a sign and a name. this place must have a name, and a sign, somewhere. He looks for this as he parks the car, swings open the door and walks back to the trunk.(kemp)
Wiggling out of the backseat as soon as he could get out. A million and one questions in his head and all clammoring to spill out at once. "So? I don't see the kid anywhere." Some might find it odd that he called anyone a kid, but Carmen was younger than him and that made her the kid.(cori)
the trip made in silence after a message passed through totemphone told her she’s on her own packwise for this little rescue mission. Cowboy hat replaced by simple bandanna that holds braided hair back out of the way, though the rest of the outfit is deceptively simple, and exactly what James had seen her in before. Tanktop, jeans, cowboy boots.
She opens her door, and steps out, stretching 5’11” height a bit before closing the door silently behind her. The rope glimpsed before is now hanging coiled at her hip, other things tucked here and there about her person. She knows her hand to hand limits (more clearly after last nights spanking by her alpha) but also knows her prowess with seemingly innocent toys.
Dark brow hikes upwards at Kemp, and head shakes slightly. Least the kid aint looking at her ass at the moment. She moves around to the Drivers side of the truck, leaning against the hood a bit away from James, and waits.(tucker)
Following Erik back to the trunk, looking about almost.... nervously? No. That wasn't the kid, he's to damn arrogant to be nervous. Apprehensive, yes. Battle ready, of course. But not nervous. He addresses the Blood-Eagle at the War-Wagon's posterior."Erik." He looks the scarred Alpha in the eye as he turns to give him a vicious look as if to say 'rhya, Erik-rhya you fucking moron'. Tuck in his usual fashion pays no attention to such details. "I've been thinkin', I know you don't think I can hold my own with you and James and Decker and the rest of the pack." A blank look just the reaction he hoped for. "Make this my chance to prove it, I wanna pack up. I'm ready to be a fucking Eagle." He raises his eyebrows and waits for a response from his would-be Alpha wolf.
(james)
"What'd I tell'ye 'bout bein' quiet?"shot back over his shoulder as the young Fenrir all but falls out of the cab
last thing they need is a motormouth drawing more attention
he made that clear already
by the time he reaches back in through the open window to pull out a pair of binoculars
Erik can make out the meager numbers set on reflective stickers on a post up the road
just at a fairly non-descript sideroad that must be a driveway
(if, of course, you knew where you were going behind the trees)16475
and that's about when Tucker starts off
the raggedy Ahroun just shakes his head, quirking a bit of a lopsided grin
Alpha's call, not his, he's just making his way up to the treeline ahead
peering through those damned awkward (focus goddammit!) tools at the buildingNobody outside totemphone, please pick up your party's extension.... thankyew Two sets of fences, both with wire at the top.... couple'a..... searchlights? hidden by the a/c units on the roof, bars on the windows.... name by the door looks like "Edison Corp." there's a pause in the freeflow of impressions that form mental speech, which in contrast from the Gnawer is clear as a bell compared to his verbal slur
Isn't that one of the names in the file?
((yes, Edison Corp is contained in the file recognizable by both name an address. Bonus that one of the autopsies contained therein used to be employed at the small industrial warehouse type company before the "car accident" that killed him. Imogen did not put WHY she included the reports, just that she did - the accidents were obviously something more than car wrecks, likely garou or fomor attack))
(erik)
Edison Corp. Now what the hell did that file say about it, and why is Carmen inside there somewhere. Already this whole situation is setting off warning bells in his head. This is NOT where he expected to fine her, and that does not please."Shut up." Who he spoke that to, over his shoulder while he opens a blue duffle in his trunk and extracts three shotguns and a revolver. "James, pass these out and make sure they know how to use 'em. Tucker and me is going in for a look. Make sure the cars is as out of sight as you can manage, and stay alert."
(kemp)
The only one he felt truly somewhat comfortable with here, was James. So far James hadn't tried to kill him, beat the shit out of him, or scare the shit out of him. Cori he didn't know from Adam, or Eve depending on your view. And as curious as he was, he still didn't miss a chance to look at her ass. Why give up a freebie when you could look and drool? His clothes bagging off him, feet bare and right now he was moving to lean up against the hood of the car so his lower front was covered just in case little Kemp got a mind of his own with looking at Cori's ass and decided to stand up and take notice. He was so engrossed in trying to catch everything and the view that he barely heard James. And he was still trying to figure out who Cori was.Just giving James a nod and wave like sure boss. Erik's shut up though made him cringe. He had lumped Erik with Decker in his head.
(cori)
Dark eyes watch James take the nocs and fight with them to focus, flickering to Tucker and his sudden comments that probably should have been discussed before getting out of the car, back to Kemp and his motormouth being spanked by James. And the Mist Walkers were said to be an eclectic pack….
It brings a bit of a fond smile curving across her lips though. Truthfully? Reminds her of home. Being the baby of a large family, this kinda bickering just feels alright.
Hell, she even shakes her head and offers Kemp a little smirk – that could be an amused smile in a former life. Lean form pulls up from the side of the truck, to see what kind of goodies are being handed out.(tucker)
A nod. Fine, i'll shut the fuck up for now he thinks and shoves away the mental note. He looks over at the girl and over to james giving a 'who the fuck?' look with his eyebrows.He grabs a shotgun from James pumping the action once slowly to make sure it's loaded with out making noise. It is, he replaces the shell in the chamber and closes the gun down again. Looking now to the Alpha waiting to go 'have a look'.
(billy bedlam)
Damned cops That was the only thing Cori could hear across the totem Link as a car Came careening rather inexpertly towards those gahtered outside of town. headlights off, truth be told..this was the first time Billy had ever Even considered driving a car...nd itshows as the engine dies and it careens into a tree just off the highway not 3 miles from the group. Stepping out of the wreckage, he heads off into the darkness headed towards his pack mate(james)
in reputed Eagle fashion - chin goes up in that nod rather than down
he's put the binocs away in order to fill his hands with the duffel
one scattergun to Tucker
one scattergun to Cori
the last shotgun and the .45 are still in the back on the Tahoma's hood
...... something about kids with guns .... just.... not yet.
a brow lifts at the Coggie to doublecheck she knows how to use the gun
but his attention's mostly on the cub"Kemp.... driver's seat, stick't'n nuetral and pull th' brake.... set't 'gain after we roll't back b'tween those trees. Keep watch."
the last shot to Cori
there's a reason he parked the truck like he did
easy push on the hood's gonna rock it downhill back into those trees
meaning it's just as easy to jump in and floor it the hell outta there if need be
can't say the Gnawer didn't think aheadthough his head snaps up mid-push at the collision echoing from down the road
that's..... not good
shit like that brings EMS with lights and attention....(erik)
Erik grabs the binocs out of James' hands. "Look up this place in that file. Its in the front seat." Another job for James to do while Erik heads off into the trees, typically not waiting for Tucker. He'll have to keep up if he wants in.First they'll check out the physical site. "Lupus." Erik orders Tuck, but keeps to homid himself as they creep closer. His eyes are wired for cameras, but the darkness makes spotting anything even remotley concealed almost impossible.
(kemp)
Guns? They were going to give him a gun? He sure hoped no one stood in front of him anywhere cause he had just as good of chance of hitting them as he did the broadside of a barn. He'd likely shoot his own damned self too, maybe all three things at once. And he still didn't get how Carmen and the stupid Kin had ended up way out here. How come they weren't calling the freakin cops or the state troopers or at least the A-team?And speaking of motor mouths. Glancing towards Tucker a moment. At least himself had a motor mouth and not a motor outhouse mouth. Well, most of the time.
(cori)
Brow arches as totemphone rings and there’s a soft huff of laughter. ~bout time you made it, Si…Billy. Brought yur toy just in case.~ A nod to James as takes the gun, expertly checks the load and winks good naturedly – not only does she know how to use it, she’s not too bad a shot either.
After grabbing Bane Breaker from the truck, she steps away as they start to push, looking up the road as the crash comes and murmur carries to James.. “s’Billy. Had to ditch the cops, and apparently attempt to drive.” Here’s hoping he wasn’t followed and managed to ditch the cops completely.(billy)
IT takes a bit but he comes out or the trees. not making a direct line...he wasn't followed. he made sure of that. ~You're a good girl Cori...who's running the Circus tonight?~(tucker)
Under his breath he whisper-yells at Erik, "what fuck up would'ja!?" He takes a momentto concentrate and go to wolf form. 'Fuckin awkward ass four legged ass bullshit.' S'okay though his only dedicated clothes have gotten a bit smaller in fit since his last use of them and the relief is welcome. He looks once at the gun left now on the hood of the monte and then is of on a carefull run behind the alpha.(james)
"Brake....now."growled at the cub that was paying more attention to things outside the truck
he has a feeling there's gonna be a new dent in the left rear wheelwell
he'll think about that as readily as he's going to think about handing Kemp that .45
the Gnawer hasn't been much for conversation in the past few weeks
not much is really changing right now
Alpha's orders gets little more than a grunted
(something to think about other than the Modi's truck.... thank GAIA he didn't bring the Beemer)
Cori's remark gets more of an expression though
oh, the huge crash a few miles down happened to be their reinforcements
.... peachythere is the odd, breif, and highly amusing (only to a Garou) thought of whether or not the Wendigo was going to show up with a steering wheel sticking out of his chest to add to the nasty collection of scars that rivaled his own Alpha's
"Kemp."
called to the cub as he all but falls out of the Tacoma's cab a second time that night
there's a nod up to Billy's arrival, but he'll let Cori catch him up to speed
he's got the file in hand, hip pitched against the door of the Monte as he begins flipping through"'member those nasties I talk'd 'bout?" soft, just murmured, so the slur's less harsh "Think you're g'nna get a first hand look t'night." dark eyes flick from the paper work to the cub, he can smell the tension on him, and the rising anticipation "'Know how t'use a gun?" wouldn't be the first teenager James came across that -did-
It's here. that instead on the packphone Small warehouse looks like, industrial.... it drifts off as Erik can almost hear the pages continuing to turn, but that's just him pulling out the appropriate pages to first point to the warehouse then hand to Cori in further catching up
Meanwhile, behind the quiet thesad of the scouting team
Tucker can smell a lot more blood (old, old blood) than should be around a meager little warehouse
there's the apprehension in the air that's more than his own
something like prey's fear that begins to set his hackles on rise
the sound of the far-off machinery gets louder the closer they get to the building
and the smell of..... it's noxious, a chemical cast off of refined..... something begins sticking rather unpleasently to the insides of his nasal cavitiesErik, though, doesn't get quite as much from the finer details in vision the binocs provide
there's a few cars in the parking lot on the far side of the building
but other than a few dim lights shining through office windows
the place seems deserted on the outside(erik)
Erik takes his eyes from the binocs to lok down at Tucker, catching onto his posture and mood. Again his eyes go to the binocs, but this time he concentrates, reaches into his spirit side, and focuses in the way the spirits taught him. Might as well find out right away if the wyrm walks here. (Sense Wyrm)(kemp)
By now he was in the driver's seat and far from the Tony Stewart or Earnhart he dreamed he was in his imagination. Infact, he was jiggling the gear shift and pressing all the pedals, even farting around with the emergency brake in trying to figure out what was what. He was fourteen, no driver's license and no driver's training either. This was his crash course and there was a big shit eating grin on his face right now. Just the car rolling made him feel like he was a God at that moment. THEY let HIM behind the wheel! Hot damn, life was good. Now he was hoping he had to do one of those big car scenes where they sped off, going on two wheels around trees and stuff. He didn't need a gun, he had a CAR! Anything that got in his way was going to get run over. Hopefully it wasn't someone he knew cause he wasn't so sure about that brake part. "Broooommmm, brooommmm, errrrrrk." He kept it quiet, but he couldn't resist making car sounds at least once. Squirming and wiggling around in the seat to reach pedals. He hadn't figured out how to move the seat yet, if it moved and he wasn't all that tall yet."Brake? Oh Brake!" A sudden lurking and rocking of the vehicle when he finally mashes down the correct pedal, nearly banging his head on the wheel. Scrambling out with a wide shit eating grin that quickly falls away with mention of nasties.
"Crap."
That's all he got out cause he had a bad feeling crawling up his ass to make his bowels tighten.
(cori)
~So you keep telling me.~ grin flashed to her Alpha as he joins, Bane Breaker tossed his way even though she still keeps watch., eyes sliding over the road, toward the building, toward those stowing the cars, and back again. ~Eagle Alpha. James’ actin second. Gotta kid wantin in, and a cub who ain’t quite believing this shit who’s more interested in my ass. Course, he seems fond of the little one we’re tryin to get back, but ain’t admittin that. You n me closing out the group.~A step or three brings her to James’ side, papers taken and brow lifting as she scans the information gathered on the little file. She turns and hands the information to Billy, while shooting Kemp a glance. Ten bucks says that if someone’s gotta babysit the cub it’s gonna be her. But she just continues to watch the road, listening for anything else – and the return of Erik and Tucker.
(tucker)
Tucker sniffs the air around him and even, in fact especially in wolf form it's enough to make him give a long open mouthed gag. He puts his nose to the ground trying to stiffle the smell reaching out with his spirit trick to find any traces of wyrm taint here.He yaps once at Erik moves in a small circle and points his nose to the air sniffing, as if to say 'You fucking smell that shit?'
(billy)
Looking at the papers, he frowns as he takes them and looks them over...upside down. Damned things didn't have no pictures. bane Breaker held easily in his hand, the crinos sized Mohican War club rests on the ground, the handle at his shoulder. Handing the papers back to cori, he looks off towarsd the building. "gimme the jist of it all...I can't read human." Lookign down the hill to James he nbods in reply to the man's greeting and switches to Totem Phone. ~Cori...when it comes time to skin out...we take the back and cover them...they'll have a lot to take care of if they got kin and kids in there and we can give 'em the advantage.(james)
okay
he was REALLY amused at Kemp's little mini-Daytona getaway going on there for a minute
and that shows in the lopsided smile that gets tossed at the suddenly crestfallen kid
James, of anyone, knows how much the few and farbetween little things mean
and hated to take away that little daydream
but this was reality
this was the introduction of Kemp to his true future
if he didn't believe it now, he simply wouldn't survive
like it or not, he's just been drafted into the War"Gun?"
prompted once again
he wasn't handing a weapon to someone just as likely to shoot him in the back with it
he's already been through that, thank you, and his jaw still fucking aches from that betrayal
though attention switches to Billy's prompt, instead"Th't's Edison Corp, warehouse, seems Endr'n owned." files hefted up in indication of the relationship of papers to discovery "S'where Carm'n seems t'be, dunno 'bout the kin. 'n.... this guy....." an autopsy report is pulled out, computer printout with a few pixelized and fuzzy pictures "..... use'd t' work here, died'n a car wreck few week 'go. Helluva wreck...."
when the image is flipped around - those aren't wounds caused by a car wreck
it looks like the guy was attacked by his car, instead of crushed in it
the impression of that is sent to his Alpha along with the continued explanation
though, Erik and Tucker are probably concentrating more on the sudden discordant creeps raised by a definite presence of Wyrmstench
the Wyrm doesn't seem to walk here - it seems as if the vile creature has been happily camping out
it's thick in the air, especially from the direction of the smell invading sensitive lupus senses
and it seems to get heavier towards the building(erik)
Wyrmstench. A hatefilled glance to tucker reveals that, yes, he smells it. Then there comes the stretching, popping, shift to Crinos. I shall cross over. Wait 2 minutes before following. Erik then invokes another gift, this one works to keep him impossible to see as long as he stands still, and then reaches for the umbra.
(kemp)
He was strung tight as a piano wire right now and likely to get worse. And the appearance of Billy sure didn't help matters. Holy crap, were all of them doomed to look like they got chewed up and regurgitated? He sure was going to have a hard time getting any if he ended up looking like some discarded chew toy.Forcing his attention back to James before he got smacked in the head or his driving privalges taken away. "Gun, yeah gun. Sure, point and boom. I gotcha." Wiping his hands on his pants. He'd actually handled a gun before. Didn't make him a good shot or anything and he might still shoot his damned fool self. Handling and using were two different things.
(cori)
She arches a brow, but takes the papers back and gives him a quick rundown over the totemphone. Before the papers go back to James to tuck away and he continues with his own explanation.A nod at the instructions from her Alpha – bout what she figured, and is a damn sight more confident having that tingle of packmate around. Not that she don’t trust the others, but she ain’t got reason to go either way on them, only Billy’s comments on them as a whole. ~Makes sense. I let James know we can lead them through the fog if needed. ~
Of course – she is far from the discarded chewtoy. Maybe she just ducks better – or hasn’t had to be run through the gauntlet as much as the others. Gun hefted comfortingly, Yannow. Waiting is the worst part.
(tucker)
His lupus eyes go to slits as the Wyrm-Stench enters his palatte. The rage builds up in him. Forcing his simple lupus thought into a cohesive whole. Wyrm. Destroying Gaia. Killing Planet. Spirals. Killed My Father...And. even through the haze he remembers somthing connected, when he was exiled, going toward chicago on I-94. Gary Indiana.... the smell... that godawfull smell of stelll mills and... that's it! The fucking place is an oil refinery!
He waits for the time to pass so he can bring the news to the now Umbral Blood-Eagle.
(billy)
((LOL...should throw in Billy's desc in.))Dressed in Leggings and a Loin cloth tonight, he pulls off the hooded sweatshirt he was wearing thourgh town. Bowie knife suspended upside down on his back within easy reach. his hair is done in 3 braids. a pouch taken off his belt, he sits on the ground and starts to remove small containers from the pouch. each one filled with Black, White, red or Blue paint. he begins to paint his face and chest. as he paint he speaks with Cori ver the totem phone. ~If we run into some realy hot water cori...you lead the Eagles out...I'll follow as soon as I can.
(james)
that.... didn't particularly answer his question
so the Gnawer lifts a chin back towards the Tacoma"Grab th' rebar outta th' back.... n' bring th' duffel ov'r here."
he'd rather have to replace his own weapons that are lost in the woods than have the kid shoot something he didn't mean to
they may be Garou - but .45 slugs HURT
and one in the head's enough to keep any of 'em down for awhilethere's something strange in the spirit world
given the stench of the wyrm and the ooze of refined oil smelting the landscape from nearby
one would expect a huge goo-monster to be waiting just on the other side
but there's nothing more than a few lingering shadowspirits hanging around the building
they seem to be focused on the building itself, rather than watching what may approach
as if they were listening to the high-pitched whine (the keening wail of a child) that was coming from within(kemp)
Tense, tense, tense. Too tense to even look at Cori's ass now. Hell, even little Kemp hidden in his pants and shrunk up to the point he wasn't sure he was still there and had to adjust just to make sure. Shifting from one foot to the other, back and forth like a monkey on crack."Rebar? Rebar? What's a rebar?" Mumbling while going to the trunk to root around. What was a rebar, wasn't that some sort of stuff used in cement or something? No, maybe it was something you ate like a power bar? He was hungry. The duffle was easy enough to figure out. Starting to itch along with his jitters.
(erik)
Erik waits, invisible and motionless, for Tucker to cross over. Once he sees the Ahroun he becomes visible, crinos face set into a scowl as the wailing assults his ears. Does he rush ahead? No. And he does not let Tucker do so either. He just turns around and heads back to the cars. Through the totem link his presence is announced... Comming back. Wyrm. We're goin in.(cori)
A glance for her Alpha as he readies himself for war, and a slight nod at the last bit of instructions. Not that she’d like it much, leaving her Alpha in there – but an order is an order, and she goes so far as tipping him a wink and good-natured grin. “yessir” knowing that gives him reason to get out – if only to turn her over his knee for cursin at him so.A roll of her shoulders, stretching lightly, attempting to keep loose as the continued wait creeps up over her, a light hum slides through – barely heard, as something is composed on the spot just to keep her from crawling outa her damn skin.
(tucker)
He pushes four legged through the veil to find his Alpha there waiting. Watching. Scowling though Tucker could never fucking tell what that meant. Shifting to Crinos slowly he beomes the monster inside Eight feet foot ten inches tall and five hundred- fifteen pounds of pure musclue. His silver fur is accented oddly by small tufts of brown at the shoulders and thetop of his head.He lets a lowl grumble to Erik. "Goooo Innnn?"
(billy)
Finally he's finished. His face...normally half handsome is a terrifyying picure of Black, Red white and Blue. Bane Breaker in his hand once more, he cracks his neck and liiks off towards the Warehouse, then Back at cori. reaching over, e swats her in the back of the head, a little less then gently but not enough to rattle her brain at the Sir comment(james)
"Long sticks...."offered to help the boy in his search
should be easy enough to find, yes it's the stuff they use to reinforce cement
James has turned two shanks into very effective weapons
three feet long each with a bunch of lined wrapped to pad one end
and the other, cloth already removed, proves to be filed to a razor sharp point"Dun' put y'r eye out..... 'n dun' lose'm either."
but that's a far sight safer than handing the nervous kid a gun
you can't misfire a piece of hardened steel
there's a low huff of a grunt to the announced presence
he's grabbed the shotgun out of the duffel for himself
and the .45 is tossed towards the preparing Wendigo
..... after he's looking back from the swat upside Cori's head"Wyrm." the Monte is mostly out of sight already, and any notice can be worked with, but the Tacoma, on double check, is clearly out of sight "'rik's on 'is way back, we're goin' in.... kid, you gotta story if some'n stops by?"
meaning no, he's not sure if Erik's gonna leave him here or drag him with them
(billy)
Catching the gun he looks at it for a long moment...Lesee...you disengage the safety like to...the hollow end goes towards the bad guy...then you pull the trigger....yeah...no thanks...this all goes through his head before he tosses it back with a shake of his head. even as he does it a bow and quiver of arrows appears slung across his shoulder(erik)
Erik rips through the umbra just then, back in homid just in case. No reason to tip their hand before the last call is in the pot. "Kid's goin in too. Bill..." He spots billy right away and walks over. "Got one building. Stinks (wyrm). Carmen's inside. Somewhere. Not too thick in the umbra. We go in that way. Too open in the realm."(kemp)
"Huh, what?" Frowning while turning from the trunk with the rebar. That frown turning to a slow grin. "Oh wicked." Visions of Jet Li and Bruce Lee going through his head now that he had this cool looking weapon."Story? Who me, I never make up stories. Why, wouldn't know how if I had to. Can I help it if I was out here with my coon dog and it done ran off on me and shit, where the hell is that dog anyway? It's about this big." Lowering his hand towards the ground. "Got some blue tick in it. You'd know her if you saw her. Prettiest little bitch ever was. Hey, you know anything about cars, cause mine is broke down." He had instantly dove into a spiel like born to it. The words spilling off his tongue faster than thought. Breaking off with the sudden appearance of Erik. "Shit, where did you come from?"
(billy)
He nods as he Looks at Erik. "You lead the Way. cori and i are following your show until it's time to skin out...if it's hot Cori will elad you all out, I'll be the cover party. sound Good?"(cori)
The thump gets near silent laughter and an unrepentant grin flashed her Alpha. Before she looks up to James as he speaks, and the gun is checked again – a far cry more expertly then does Billy before he decides to toss it back to James. A glance at Kemp to be sure he’s found the Rebar, chuckling at the instant story. Kid’s got moxie. She listens in as the Eagle Alpha talks to her own, and just remains quiet.(tucker)
Tuck pushes, Crinos through the Gauntlet with Obvious difficulty nearly stumbling two step once he gets through the barrier between worlds. Looking around he sees all of the wolf people in Homid form. He takes only a moment and switches himself back once again the foul mouthed 17 (almost 18 motherfucker) year old Silver Fang.He picks up the shotgun he left when he went on his little scouting adventure with Erik. Turning to the blathering kid he says, not meanly but more like someone would say take it down a notch' "Hey... kid, shut the fuck up." Making a lowering motion with his hand.
Noticing the new arrival to the scene, he grins "Heya, Redblood." he chuckles. So we goin in or are we gonna sit out here like a buncha fuckin' pussies. The rage and battle eagerness pours off the kid ass he talks bleeding from the edges of his figure and filling the air.
(james)
a brow lifts at the prattling kid, grins forming lopsided across his face
right, like they'd believe that's his car
he's probably not strong enough to push down the pedals in the old warwagon
but Blood Eagle's appearence makes short work of that, thankfully"Swing't like a bat.... 'n dun' fuck around."
glance swung to his own Alpha
but just like the others, he keeps quiet
even if something has changed in him
in the tone of his voice, in the way that he stands, even in the warmth of deep umber eyes
something about the James they all (fairly) know has disappeared at the mention of the kid inside the tainted building(erik)
Erik has long ceased to wonder why Tucker does not pal around with his own tribe. He doesn't wait for anybody when he shifts back into the spirit world and sets off.(kemp)
He'd shut up before Tucker had appeared behind Erik. But he figured Tucker being young just had to puff his chest up by stomping on him. And for once in his life, he resisted grabbing his crotch or flipping Tucker off and telling him to blow him. Instead his attention was on James cause he had better things to think about. If someone hurt Carmen, he was going to shove this big stick up his ass and out his nose for starters. Then he was going to follow it up with a long pack of condoms that were tucked in his pocket.(cori)
She nods as she watches and listens, and as Erik slips to the other side, there’s a glance at the kid, and she moves over toward Kemp and James.. “Need me to help bring him over?”(billy)
Looking at the group, he slips across with Erik quietly(tucker)
Set's the gun down, it finally being left there, since he can't exactly bring it throuh the Umbra. He closes his eye and passes between worlds, this time a little easier. On the other side he waits to follow Erik onto the battlefield.(james)
jaw twitches in a nod
it'd be easier for her moon to help the kid acrosswithout his usual weapons
the discarded .45 is picked up as the Gnawer passes the Monte
that, along with the shotgun, are tossed back inside
wouldn't do him any good on the other side, either
his rebar's the only thing he's been able to bring over
and since the kid's got that....he follows his pack across the gauntlet
instantly recoiling with a physical wince at the rising keen that's screaming across his nerves(erik)
Erik feels James wince, and probably sees others do the same. "Ignore it." Then he turns to Kemp, towering over nine feet in crinos but lankier than most in that form. He speaks loud enough for everyone to hear, but stares right into Kemp's eyes. If kinfolk is wyrm-touched, we kill it and get out. Did not come for ought but that." Then he reaches up and a double barrled shotgun materializes in his hand, painted with silvery glyphs. His fetish-gun, the boomstick. Reaching into his jacket he withdraws a Desert Eagle. Aint his fault if no one else has a gun dedicated. then the alpha leads the way, moving swiftly to take point, bluring into the umbral landscape, letting the others find their place in th fanout instinctually.(cori)
She nods, looks at the gun, as everyone else discards them, and hers soon follows – gonna have her hands full with the kid, anyway. Everything else remains in easy reach on her person as she looks to kemp and chuckle. “Ready for this? Listen to me close, allright? We’re going across to the Umbra, it’s the spirit world. We’ve a better chance of getting to Carmen without incident in there. You ain’t been across yet, and we ain’t got time t’teach you – so I’m gonna pull you across with me. Sorta like piggy back, but all I’m gonna do is hold on to your shoulder, ok? Don’t worry – Ain’t gonna letcha go until ya get yur bearings on the other side. All I want you to do is focus the fact that we’re going to get Carmen … Alright?”
Another moment, and she squeezes his shoulder, and they slide across into the Umbra – little more difficulty then usual as She’s dragging a green kid, but get through they do without incidence, and she does as she said she would, remain by his side, her hand on his shoulder, until he gets his bearings.
Then Erik growls, and she nods. A pat for Kemp to get him moving, and she waits for them all to head off before her – bringing up the rear with her Alpha.(billy)
There's the muted hiss of metal on leather as billy draws the Bowie knife, already moving, he reaches forward and taps James on the shoulder with the Large Cavalry style Hack and slash special. James was unarmed...he'd need a weapon. Bane Breaker in his other hand swirls Black Red and Blue almost hypnotically and it seems to be watching everyone quietly. ready to bie.(kemp)
Crap, they were all disappearing like some warped magic trick. Shifting around like he was going to chase his tail any minute as he grows more nervous. Right now he'd take Decker chasing him around over this weird shit that no one was exactly being clear about."Bring him over, bring who over? Bring him over where?" Breaking off with Cori's words. And he wasn't letting go of that bar if he died, it would still be in his hands, at least it seemed that way now.
Next thing he knew he was somewhere freakin weird and his panic level went soaring through the clouds, if there were clouds. Even Erik's growling words had little effect on him cause he was just too freaked. How the hell would he know if some wory touched someone?
(tucker)
Ready to die is the last thing from Tuck's mind right now. He's thinking of only making other things die. Enemies of his mother Gaia and the enemy that killed his father. His Rage is on edge ready to erupt. One look back to the women and children in the group and he's following the Alpha.He makes the umbral travel easily, traveling in leaps and bounds. Making it a step behind the Blood-Eagle. "How.... weeee... geettttinngggg innnnnn?"
(james)
ignore it, Erik says
it's not easy... especially for Kemp
the childish rail-thin wail seems to slice right through him
though James isn't doing that well either
(he's heard this before, more than once)
something in the Gnawer goes completely cold at Blood Eagle's warning
(he's done that before, more than once)
for the rest, even if they try to ignore it, it keeps getting worse
like little needling claws latching monkey on their back
grating against each nerve
Cori could swear she's getting a headache from itand the closer they get to the building, the worse it gets
James accepts the hefty blade from Billy
the lopsided grin growing vicious as it melts into ChrinosErik said that there were spirits ahead
as carefully as the Garou were moving
they'd still expect to be noticed
but they aren't.... the spirits that were there before have drifted away
the last to linger seems to faintly howl at them before speeding awaythat doesn't seem good
but it's at the nod from their leader they they press on
wary, on edge, ready to go apeshit at the slightest provocation
all the way through the spidery shadowy field to the building nothing seems to happen
it's only the growing tension of waiting and anticipating
the door to the compound is locked
and breaking it down now probably wouldn't gather much attention
but to play it safe the Gnawer produces a large keyring
the keys jangle until one is chosen and the door creaks (even in this world) openand inside..... the hallways are empty
ghostly lights seem to flicker and wane in the long corridors
but they are empty as if the building itself were dead
all the way to a single door
on the other side is a small form crouched before a flickering television(erik)
Erik grunts, calling Kemp forward. He can smell the kid's fear, see it surrounding him almost like an aura. Well, here's where they put paid to instinct. When thrown into a fucked up situation, can the kid do what he has to. "Take the kid over. Kid, you're goin in that room. That's Carmen there. Listen up!" His voice cracks like a whip. "She may be alright, but she may be tainted. Mean's she might try an kill ya. Might be able to. Trust me. Figure which she is an either kill er or bring her out that door. We'll be waitin."(kemp)
Hunching his shoulders and clamping his one free hand over his ear. Damned near wacking himself in the head with the bar while trying to cover his other ear. "What the fuck is that!?" His voice changing with the sudden popping, horrible sounding change of his body. Shooting up to Chrinos so fast he wasn't even aware of it yet. Growling out. "Make it stop!" And he was behind them so close he might run over them. Hoping moving would make the noise stop tormenting him. Seeing the figure ahead and not so sure about all this. Doing what he would do, heading right for the figure before the tv. He just wanted to grab the kid and leave. "Carmen?" And he was heading straight for the small figure like he owned the place. "Come on, let's go!" He couldn't imagine Carmen trying to kill him, just wasn't the little girl he knew.(cori)
She sticks close to the kid, the tension and freakout quite evident. She don’t even shift further then to glabro on the move. Thicker, stronger, but still the same Cori so he doesn’t quite go off the deep end just yet. Nothing like trial by fire, hm? The rope slides from hip into grasp with practiced ease, set into motion as se moves, twirling at her hip in small circles… won’t take but split second to twirl big and let fly.What good’s a rope in battle? Just ask her Alpha – who was so recently hogtied in goodnatured scuffle.
Totemphone open. Senses open. That keening wail screaming across mind- and they were told to ignore it. Not that she much can as it’s tightening in her mind along her spin and her head begins to pound.. Orders given, she follows without hesitation, making sure Kemp keeps on the move. A glance see’s Billy arm James, and the very fact that they’re all virtually ignored all the way through the door is not helping the tension levels at all. She taps Kemp on the shoulder (keep movin, buddy… ya gotta keep moving…)
Erik gives his orders and her eyes snap toward him, but far be it from her to question an Alpha – even if it ain’t her own. Kemp reacts, and shifts and he’s screaming. She growls and shoots to Billy over the phone ~I’ll take him over~ And the hand that falls on Kemps massive shoulder is stronger then thought, and instantly pulling him over to the other side so he don’t bash right on into the door – or into Carmen. Her voice snaps out over him. “Letter know who ya are, man – you look different. She’s a child – you figure this shit out now”
(carmen)
the room. Bare but for the bed and chair and tv that’s flickering and the little hunched figure watching the pictures slashed across the screen again and again and again…. She’s crouched there, skinny dirty arms wrapped tight around equally dirty knees, clothing shredded and filthy. They at least fed her. Sometimes.
the bed isn’t that far away, and doesn’t seem to be in too good a shape really. Lining shredded into long strands as if some childish reasoning slashed it in order to make a rope to escape with. Or something. The chair has seen better days too.
Then suddenly there’s a giant something snarlin at her and knows her by name and she’s scooting backwards toward the bed, the wall, something and fingers slide over the bat there under shredded mattress and she stands and hefts it with a growling cry.. “LEMME ALONE! YOU SAID YOU”D LEMME ALONE!!! I DID WHAT YOU ASKED LEMME ALONE!!!!!” she doesn’t recognize him in crinos – she ain’t seen him anything other then homid… and that’s when the bat takes the first swing…(kemp)
Let her know who he was? What? He was him, and he wasn't even thinking about the change in him. Too freaked already when Carmen freaks too and is rushing at him to swing at him with the bat. The first thing to come to mind was, she's gonna crush my fuckin nuts! "HEY!" Growling, not sure he made any sense at all and having the sudden urge to backhand the kid through the door. "It's me! Kemp! FUCK!" Chew her in half? Smack the hell out her with the bar? No, right now it was growl and duck the bat. "Shit, it's me KEMP!"(james)
shaggy ears are pinned flat against his skull
there's not question the keening is coming from that room right there
before he turns away to keep an eye on the flank there's a look shot at Kemp
Welcome to the War, kid...
something says the Ahroun's been in that same situation beforeKemp walks so boldly ahead, like he owns the place, like he's confident Carmen wouldn't hurt him
and, indeed, he slams into the door that's a bit more solid than it looks before Cori can pull him over
(the Umbra can be tricky that way...)
the hollow sound seems to make something in the room move that was so deathly still before
within the little figure, something turns and twists
as if the sound caught it's attention
but it's gone as soon as it appearsand as soon as they're across
and as soon as the bat swings
there's something smiling jagged teeth behind Carmen's plaintive screams
but Kemp can't see it - all he can see is a little terrified girl trying so very desperately to defend herself(now that Carmen has attacked, the possessing spirit is visable to those in the Umbra)
(billy)
Billy Keeps watch with Bane breaker across his shoulders ready to act.
(erik)
Erik watches, realizing exactly what is going on. This is Kemp's show still, but maybe not for long. The way he steps forward it should be clear that if they are going in, he is going in first.
(tucker)
The fang has watched in Rage filled silence. The kid wasn't the only one in a trial by fire tonight. The girls life rests on theese first few minutes, seconds even perhaps. When the Alpha moves so does he, but not exaclty sure why. Not that it mattered with all the Rage flowing through him. He crouches behind Erik ready to act.(cori)
She moves back, and lets him deal, though she’s also ready to save his ass if he need is. Fuck. Welcome to the war, indeed. “Carmen – listen to him – we’re here to help… Erik and James and all of us…” May as well try to help a little…(carmen)
She’s terrified, she ain’t got no one and no one comed to see her and save her and all she’s got is the bat and she’s swinging and he ducks and that’s a scream of pure terror (rageing GLEE) as she spins only to swing again… “YOU AIN’T! YOU AIN’T MY KEMP! YOU CAN”T FOOL ME THIS TIME! GO’WAY! MY KEMP’S NOT FURRY!!” And the bat swings again! Though she looses her grip this time and is diving for her mattress and something silvered stuck out of the stuffing in the corner…(james)
James' shaggy head swings around
watching across the dividie
moving a bit closer to follow if need be
Tucker's rage bristling up his own spine
but he didn't even have to see the posture to know Erik was still in the leadCarmen keeps swinging and that something (GLEE!) seems to grow
it's throbbing like a leech and feeding off of the terror and adrenaline coursing through the little girl
and above everything, it's driving her towards the little silver thing
wrapping her tiny fist around it with steely strengtha small webcam type device on top of the television whirs to refocus
(erik)
Silver (fire). Erik sees the glint, yet makes no move. Kid needs to learn the garou meaning of the words 'serious shit'.(kemp)
He was stuck like he was cause he went there on instinct and pain and didn't have the slightest idea how to get back to a not hairy form. Infact, he wasn't even thinking hairy, not hairy. What the kid said wasn't all getting through with that noise in his head. He was about ready to rip off his own head just to make it all stop.Freaking would be putting it lightly. When she swings again and he finds himself doing a jig to try and outdance the flying bat, something inside snaps and he is after her like a starving dog for a bone. Snarling with a gut rending howl of pure rage. Teeth snapping as he loses it and goes for the kid with the bar coming up and around like he was going to make a home run. And that is just exactly what he was going for, a connection between the little head and that big ole sharp piece of rebar.
(tucker)
Silver. Death. Tucker watches the scene play out, watching the kid swing back. Hearing an almost audible sound in his head over the rushing of blood and Rage.'Do it, Do it...."
(billy)
Watching emotionlessly, he speaks to cori over the Totemlink. "See that he makes it clean cori...it's the best he can do for her."(cori)
A step back as he goes for the kid and there’s a shout back over the totem link demanding to know if the kid is clean, just about the time it opens and she’s told otherwise. She shakes her head. “Fuck.” Muttered, but she steps back. By order of his alpha, this is Kemps kill. The rope twirls around at her hip, and she waits.(carmen)
She SCREAMS as he’s after her and she’s scrambling for the piece of silver and fingers tighten around it and she pulls the blade free, jerking it hard and spinning to meant the snarling raging crinos.. “I KNOWED YOU HATED ME!!! And she’d dodging under that swing (ever try n catch a kid who’s got other plans?) and launching herself at him with the silver blade striking as fast as (stronger then ever before) she can swing it into furry form… (…while inside her the thing cackles it’s twisting glee, whispering into her ear not to stop, don’t ever stop killkillkillkill…)(erik)
Erik places a hand of Tuckers shoulder, holding him back. the ahroun has inched forward until he is just about even with Erik. Then the silver flashes down into red, and still he watches.(kemp)
And now added to the sins of lying, stealing and lying again was the sin of killing his only friend. He'd never admit that about the girl to himself, especially right now cause everything had this weird red haze to it and seemed to be flashing past faster than his brain could process. Survival pushing him to smack it's damned head off and make the pain inside his own head stop. Smack it, stomp on it, beat it with the rebar, do a jig on it, whatever it took to make it stop.Snarling. What started out as the word FUCK, with the sudden rush, turned into a howl that almost hurt as bad as the sudden burn in his thigh. His mind screaming, his own enraged howl mixing with it and then everything was a blur. He was stabbing down with the rebar over and over and over into that little body. Just like a woman freakin out cause a spider landed on her, only this was kill it, kill it, kill it now!
That burn in his leg went straight through his head and out every pore of his body. Just wanting to make the cause of it to go away for ever. No thought to it, just instinct to kill and make the hurt go away.
(tucker)
Not so much inching forward as leaning into the Alphas grip. Unconsciously of course, and not enough to pull away from him. He growls as the silver flashes into fur ripping the kids leg.'Do it, Do it...' Still the Rage speaks
(james)
his ears pin tighter hearing Tucker's little chant
he knows there's a little girl dying in there
James makes a point to look away from the shadowfilm door
mangled jaw grating and popping with how hard he's clenching itErik watches the silver blade go red
Kemp's thrown past freaking out straight into absolutely losing it at the burn of silver SLAMMING into his thigh
this is his little buddy of water bombs suddenly trying to. kill. him.
(just like Decker did)
the pain is too much for a Garou inexperienced with his own Rage
Cori can feel the Get instincts welling like lava in the cub
just as the deep red overflows onto the ground as the small body is destroyedthe introduction to the Great War is always the worst
all the while, the little camera keeps filming the agony filling the room
filthy walls stained a darkening crimson
the animal out of dreams and nightmares howling at the ceiling
the woman standing there instead of running(billy)
Billy watches quietly still and speaks oiver the totem link. ~Cori...He's hgonna pop...get some distance in case he loses it.~(erik)
Erik is ready, a satisfied grin on his face. He revels in the rightness of what Kemp has done. It is the only way he can deal. Up swings the Stormcrow-Gun, pointing right at the bane as it is released from the body. Thunder erupts as two scatter shells bonded with spirits of war smal into it. Two shots delivered at the same time by an expert shot.(cori)
She winces as that first strike finds home in the girls body, and she turns her head just a little, teeth gritting (it will be a long ass night tonight) but she doesn’t stop him, back ramrod straight as he strikes true, again and again….
Her alpha speaks, but she shakes her head – stepping back, yes, but remaining in range, and he knows why…. If he can’t stop – that rope is gonna fly…
(carmen)
And maybe, someday, when he looks back and thinks about the redhazed moment, he will remember.
The rebar strikes (little hand swings) and strikes true into little body of the only one who befriended him in his mixed up crazy life… and maybe, when he can think clearly, and remember, he will find the little instances frozen in time filled with something more then just rage and red and pain and agony and sin….
Maybe… Maybe he’ll remember that her eyes cleared at the last as what was within screamed away in fury that his toy was broken so soon, and there was no anger or fear or pain…. Maybe he’ll remember the blood covered little face looking up at him as the silver fell from her fingers and clattered to the floor, and maybe he’ll see the relief painted in her gaze, and maybe he’ll remember the last whispered breath that sounds suspiciously like…. Thank you.
Maybe he’ll remember that in the end – he is the one who set his friend free.(kemp)
And the bar just kept moving along with the howls ripping from his very soul. Blood flowing down his leg, mingling with fur, matting it. That same blood mixing with Carmen's as he suddenly swings back that leg and kicks the body against the wall like a soccer ball. Instantly limping for it. Snarling, spit flying from his maul. He was going to wipe the walls with the thing that hurt him.(tucker)
tucker inches closer noticing movment in the rrom his head snapping to the small camera inside the room. He quickly points at it for the benift of those he does not yet have totem phone to."Whhaaaats Thaaat?"
(cori)
She’s gone, and he’s still in full on rage, and she’s had enough. Fetish spirit claimed rope swings up overhead, and is let go – settling over his head and shoulders and arms and cinching down tight. (unbreakable, struggle only seems to tighten it farther.) She moves forward, tightening the rope and putting her foot in the middle of his back and kicking him face forward on the floor, and straddling massive back, hissing.. “ENOUGH. She’s GONE Kemp. GONE.” A flick of glance up at the camera, and she reaches down to grab something in the midst of the sea of red before she’s dragging Kemp back across umby side… single word answering Tucker’s unheard question, and informing the others of the threat. “Camera.”(james)
Erik's shotgun puts sudden thunder in the Umbralscape
it's only then that the Gnawer turns to the scene instead of keeping watch on their backs
(why is it so goddamned empty??)
watching the spirit get hit by the expert shot and rip to shreds beneath the fetish's powerit sends fucking CHILLS down his spine
right beneath the deep scars that make haphazard parts in the fur across his backears flicker at Tuck's question and Cori's answer
there's a glance at Blood Eagle before the Gnawer is on orders againDestroy it
spat gutteral on Garou tongue at the Fang
his own Rage is riding high and strong
the fact of what may have just been filmed NOT helpingGet the tape, too
Cori has the struggling and frenzied cub on her hands
Billy's still keeping watch
(too. damn. quiet.)
a nod to send Tucker ahead
Erik preparing the molotov to cross over and raze the room with
James turns his attention to the heavily bleeding Chrinos and the TheurgeYou healer?
(cori)
Fucker is strong, and even more so in the grips of red rage, she’s got her hands full for sure. Rope continues to cinch down as he struggles and she wraps the end around her hand tightly to keep that tension, her legs hooked around his lower arms, the rope tightening around his chest and arms just above his elbows, riding the raging writhing beast as one would a bucking bull.
Kinda makes one think she’s done just that.
James snarls a question, and there’s a jerked nod in reply – but can’t do much while trying to control the injured one in question. Muscles bulge with the strain of her grip, lips pulled back in low sounding snarl….
(kemp)
He hurt, he hurt and he hurt bad and it was a physical burning pain that made him want to rip his own leg off and a soul deep pain he wasn't even able to comprehend in his current state. All the pain funneled into pure fury and now something was wrong with his arms and lungs. He couldn't move arms and it was getting hard to breath. Worse of all, he couldn't get hold of the thing on his back. Words not meaning anything to him, it was more noise, more noise in his pain. If he had been in homid, he would of been turning purple about now and likely had a stroke. Saliva was flying from his maul, dripping on the floor and sticking to his fur with each dribble. Snarling teeth snapping at the air like he had rabies.(billy)
Billy Watches as huis pack mate drags Kemp back across. tapping his fingers on the handle of the war club, he looks at Tucker quietly before walking over and helping cori. placing a foot across the crinos' neck, he lets the club rest on his temple quietly. Looking aroundm, he speaks quietly. "Plug your ears while I calm him down."(tucker)
Crosses over in a rush couging and spitting at the muffling, choking webs of the gauntlet.In an instant he's to the camera raising a fist to smash it. Wait. Tape. He wills himself to hold off for a moment and follow the cord up the wall to the ceiling. He climbs on top of the television set hoping to get a look at where it's going. Suddenly he's feeling the weight give under him crushing the vcr and tv set into splinters and ripping the cord into two pieces one on the eyeball end he holds in his hand the other hanging from the ceiling.
Turning he nods to billy and covers his ears, ducking on the floor.
(james)
an ear flickers at Billy's soft words
poor kid - first kill and first frenzy in the same day
but isn't that always the way it happens?
a low sigh rolls out of barrel chest
not much you can do other than ride it out
(what was that incredible gift Eliza had....)
or simply knock the fucker out
heavy and calloused hands close over his own earsthe set and vcr crush easily under Tucker's massive weight
the broken tape within laying in wrinkled ribbons about his feet
the camera wire seeming to spark a few times before completely giving up the ghost
they can only wonder what was watching on the other end of the feed corddeed done, Erik crosses the gauntlet and grumbles at the Fang to get out
(cori)
She looks up at Billy, her expression carefully masked (…he can feel the tension….) though she simply nods, gives the rope enough slack to lift her hands to her ears and press tight.(kemp)
He was stuck on the floor with the body on his back like some overgrown dog tick that had latched on. Having trouble breathing and don't think he wasn't snapping at anything that got close to his head.(billy)
((Assuming everyone has their ears covered)) any element of surprise gone with the boomstick's report, he rubs his hands together and then claps them together...nothing spectacular. But the sound is Like thunder going off directly in front of Billy. The sound rips through the umbral scape like quick silver threatening to make everyone's ehad explode..and Still Billy stands there in his dath face. (Clap of Thunder))(kemp)
Insult to injury? Damned monkey on his back, nothing to bite and suddenly something slams into his head hard enough to make him see stars. Going slack, his hearing blocked, gone numb by the shock wave. The only thing moving on him now was his chest heaving. Somewhere in his mind he might wonder if he got hit by lightning or something, if he could think.(tucker)
When the vibrations stop Tuck closes his eyes and crosses over, slowly. Not fighting as hard now out of haste. He looks to the Alpha, shrugging to the broken things. "Couldn't bring the evidence with us anyway." His chest heaves still in exasperation. He feels the rage rise again but not so powerfully now, and he stands up from his still crouched position looking up into Eriks eyes for some sort of recognition.(james)
there's a bit of a smirk
he can feel the thunder even if he doesn't directly hear it
it's enough to almost shove him completely off his feet
toes spreading as claws dig into the filthy shadowground for purchase
he knows the gift, he weilds it himselfhis head shakes to clear
Tucker's back on this side and Erik's set the room ablaze
James catches the rebar sticks tossed at him by his Alpha
there's a look between the Fenrir and the Fang
but as always, with the horrible scars it's completely unreadablenow would be a good time to exit
first: boomstick
second: thunder
sounds like a doorbell to him(but.... why..... haven't they been attacked yet?)
"Knock'm out or get him to shift. Let's move."
barked by Blood Eagle as he's already leading the way(cori)
even with ears covered it’s still enough to rattle her very bones – especially being so close to the percussion of the clap of Thunder. It ends, and Kemp lays prone beneath her, and she waits only a moment before she reaches down and loosens the ropes hold on him, pulling it over his head as she pulls the rope free, rolling him over and starts to look for his injuries. Fingers coil the bloodstained rope and hook it into place at her hip.
The one on his thigh is nasty - -struck bone and ripped clean down through the muscle of his thigh. Strong fingers grab the remains of his jeans, and rip a long strip off of it, a moment spent to press palm down hard on the wound, slide of warmth easing the pain and healing the wound partially as she before she stands and shakes her head. “he needs to stay shifted until I can heal that fucker properly.” And with a grunt, she shifts to crinos, then heaves the massive body up into fireman’s carry and sets off after the Blood Eagle.(kemp)
He could bleed and that's what he was doing. And pretty soon that pain was going to come back. All that was left of his clothing really was a waistband and some shreds of material. He still couldn't hear anything just a ringing, or was that his head? Now he was drooling for a whole other reason. Lucky for them he didn't need to piss or something. Even too dazed to puke when the world shifts with being lifted.(billy)
Watching the others leave Billy...Waits.(tucker)
Turns from the emotionally ambiguous Alpha wolf, tucker lloks back at Billy, the nto his packmate. "Is he comin'?"(james)
Blood Eagle leads the way
Cori is following close behind with the cub cargo
James is hauling Tucker to keep up with them
the two Ahrouns run flank to the Theurge
making sure she has as little to deal with as possible other than carrying her charge
there's a grunt of affirmation from the Gnawer
they get out, Billy brings up the rear
that was the plansoon enough they're back at the trees
the scarred Ragabash crosses over to check if it's safe
a nod from the Gnawer sends Tuck out after him
the road's still empty
no parking tickets on their cars
no excess footprints around themraggedyman puts the rebar sticks together three times
the sharp sound echoing back towards the compound
signal they're out
his attention turns to the Theurge
what's her plan with the cub to get him out and not bleed out.....(cori)
They run, making it a quick trip to the vehicles, and she’s stops and unloads her charge to the umbral wasteland, sinking to her knees by the still bleeding cub. She doesn’t look up at James, knowing the Fostern’s eyes are on her and his would be packmate. Instead, her hands go to work as she presses them tihtly against the wound, the fresh squirt of blood doing nothing to deter her as she spends gnosis to send the healing warmth tingling into the near unconscious boy. Pain ebbs, and still she works until skin is healed to new, and she moves on to the other cuts that were too deep to heal right away, but far less dangerous.
Less then 3 minutes, and she stops to catch her breath, before with a glance at kemp – near unconscious as it is, she just raps him up side the head with crinos hand to knock him unconscious so that he slides to homid form. Only then does she shift herself, hoist him up again, and with a (fairly exhausted) look toward james, steps across, stumbling into the truck once she arrives, but holding on to her cargo until she can roll him into the bed of the truck.(kemp)
He was pretty much drooling before the whack on the head. After the whack all went nice and dark and peaceful for now, until the dreams might find him. Slowly sliding back to his birth form. Bloody and nude. Bones all sharp angles at shoulders, hips and back. There wasn't a whole lot to him in homid. Just around 5'6" or so and about 100 or so pounds. He had a lot of growing to do still.(billy)
Hearing the sign that they're out, Billy makes his way out quietly. The waiting never bothered him...he'd die when it was time. but he isn't wreckless as he moves out soon..he makes his way to the group and stands in silence.
(tucker)
Tucker goes about picking up the aasorted weapons left around the monte. He in homid again though not as naked as the kid over yonder, in fact not at all he's back in dedicated jeans and a t-shirt that's about a size too small. When he's finished he throw the guns in the trunk and gets in the car to wait for the blood eagle.(james)
the Fostern watches the Cliath carefully
there's a cold, hard element in those normally soft umber eyes
something shoved away and hidden since the moment they first went Umbral
but there's still a concern for the wellbeing of the cub
an empathy for knowing exactly what it's like to be in that position
Billy returns and he thus returns the big blade with a genuine nod of thanksbut there's something else
as she had begun working, he quickly crossed over, downsized, and went to the truck
the ashtray was pulled out of the container in the dash
it... may not be the most elegent of ceremonies
properly, they should have a fire
but considering the last conversation he had with the cub
there's something appropriate about it
and he's doing what he can in the situation
they can't let those wounds go unhealed much longerby the time he's returned, Erik is with him, Tucker, too
there was a breif exchange which ended in a grunt that..... should have translated into approval
Cori's got her hands on the wound
but he reaches out to catch her wrist and pulls it away for but a momentcontents of the tray are dumped into his hand
Posted by james at September 07, 2003 12:00 AM
the butts picked out and tossed back in
and, rather uncerimoniously, he dumps the ashes into the largest wound along Kemp's thigh
there's an apologetic glance toward
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