December 08, 2003.12.08.03. - givin' gnosis [eagle pack-black unicorns-others] *sd[st. patrick's boarding school
james, decker, sputnik, jude, mark, crystal, frankie, smokey, yu gan, dancing johnny and various banes making cameos.....](decker)
If he's not the first there, he's close. The black Tacoma - brand new paint job, chrome-trimmed, all muscled up - is parked quietly at the curb. Engine's off. Lights are off.In the cab sits Decker and James, the former blowing on his hands to keep warm.
(james)
the latter in the passenger seat thought to bring gloves
while they may not have all their fingers
it's at least something to assist keeping digits warm in the parked truck
dreads hang down in a scattered mess over his shoulders
the rest of him almost slouched comfortably in the seat
neck of the patchwork trench turned up to complete the theory of insulation
but unlike his packmate, he's from the North
so marginally more used to such cold
whichever way Decker's gaze turns, his swings opposite
(always watching each other's backs)((inspiration activated))
(smokey)
Smokey sits on a burb/bench/whatever at the meeting point, having got there before most anyone else. Not like he had anything to do with his time. He sucks one a newport as he waits, reading one of those pathetic 'Black Voice' newspaper/flyers that supposedly has all the news realivent to the black community. He's only met one Garou his entire time in the city, but it seems tonight that will change. But that will all come in time.(yu gan)
*Yu Gan as the alpha of his pack has chosen to come to the meeting. If the rest were coming he hadn't said. Not that he said overly much to start with. Tonight he's dressed in hiking boots, black BDU pants and shirt under the stylized leather jacket. Hand made it hangs to his theighs in an old Aztec design, sporting two flaps at the shoulders, one to be pulled up over the head to work as a hood, the other hanging to shead water more efficently from the shoulders. His hair is dark matching his eyes. Large for a man of asian decent he tops out at almost 6 feet.He arrives on foot, materilizing out of the gloom and pausing just outside of the sick yellow glow of a nearby street lights.*
(crystal sullivan)
*Crystal hadn't gotten transferred out yet, so she was there, waiting for Decker, whom she knew was going to be here.*(st)
::St. Patrick's Boarding School. It sits quietly on this side of reality, dark and foreboding even in its perpetually silence. It's cold tonight, and wind howls like a spirit wolf announcing their arrival long before they set foot on the grounds.::(decker)
His silence is almost meditative. James can feel his rage, humming under his skin like a high-voltage current. Eventually, as the others gather, Decker rouses himself and looks around."Alright. Let's do this."
Even huddled in his oversized black winter jacket, Decker's freezing his ass off. Which makes it quite incomprehensible why he would, straightening up, choose to strip it off and toss it into the back. Underneath he's got on a plain t-shirt, closefitting: black tonight.
He opens the door and the cold hits him like a slap in the face. He's in steel-soled boots tonight. Handmade. Fenrir craftsmanship: big, ugly, last you a thousand years. They thunk down on pavement. The truck door slams and he comes to the door of the school, looking at Yu Gan, at Crystal, and at Smokey, whose rage gives him away.
A nod up for all of them. His arms ripple with muscle and gooseflesh as he cracks his knuckles.
"Good t' see y'all." A sniff. "Waitin' on a few more."
(sputnik)
The familiar '69 Volkswagen van putters into existance down the street from the meeting locale, pulling off near the curb. The doors open up, a young pretty blond girl leaps out of the passenger side, slamming the door shut and runs around the front to the driver's side. The tall, burly Russian climbs out of the driver's seat, leaving it running. Una exchanges a few brief words in Russian to Sputnik, pointing over her shoulder at the school. Sputnik nods, reaching down to muss up the girl's hair as she hugs him. He nods for her to head off, and Una does as she is told, climbing back into the van. Sputnik steps up onto the sidewalk, turning to watch Una pull away and drive off back down the street. With a satisfied grunt, he starts to walk down to the meeting place in long quick strides.(jude)
*Jude comes walking down the street infront of the School, still wondering what the hell he can do untill some shit gets done, half tempted to go in there but not stupid enough to go alone, he is sporting his usual attire and looking healthier than he should be*(leif gray)
Hey, Jude.... Long time, no see... I got called away on some family busines.(jude)
*Seeing the van go by and stoping down the street I pick up the pace to see what may be going on*
*When approching I see Leif and a big smile come on my face followed by a frown* Sastimos Leif...I have to tell you, Sage has left town and Jack has passed on.(smokey)
"So whats the feel with this whole shits going on again?" Smokey looks up from the simple yellow flyer (news paper my ass!) with a slightly annoyed look. Its nothing Decker did. Nothing any of them did. Its just that he's a really angry guy, and this was going to be a really angry night. With a deep drag the ashes from the newport at his lips grow to large to support themselves and fall down his chest and towards the snow. "I just heard to be here at the full moon."(crystal)
*She looks at the group, looking pleased that Jude is in better shape.* "So what're we doing guys?"(Leif)
"Oh? how did this come about? I hope he at least died a glorious death." He lets out a bit of a sigh. "Come, let us go to the meeting. Fasionably late may be oaky in some circles, but I don't won;t to push it.
(jude)
*Looking around the group to see who is here and smileing with a grin that seams to be holding back laughter, knowing that there is no way that Decker knows of besides gifts that Jude dosn't know that he should be walking as healthy as he is, than continuing the scan of the group*(yu)
*Moving in closer the Chinaman remains silent. Nothing evil about it, just the defalt setting*(james)
two Ahrouns trapped in the king cab of the Tacoma
it's really a mystery how they lasted as long as they did
and that the black truck survived itnot a word from the Gnawer as he slides out the other side of the cab
no more trench - thermal, BDUs, and Cochrans that have seen far better days
he's a half step behind and flanking his packmate
dark eyes swimming over those that have gathered(jude)
*Shaking my head* No he did not even get that, he went to look for a safe place for him and Sage to raise a child and he got into a car accident, both him and his brother.
I also haven't seen Tira since you took off.(leif)
Jeese. I leave town for a few weeks, and everyone disappears on me. So much for forming a pack.(yu)
*Slipping his hands slowly into his pockets. Too many garou around for fast motions he listens and waits. Dark obsidian black eyes flickering from one to the other as they speak*(jude)
I still wanna do that, it just looks like we'll have to find diffrent people.(mark gaines)
Athletic shoes scuffed cold slush. Warm breath turned to crystalized frost after exiting those tanned lips, so suited to snarl. Blue eyes blazing like twin embers - windows to that cauldron of boiling fury within - seemed to glow behind that fog of breath like the obscured misty face of Luna, proud and high at the Zenith of her climb. Full fuckin' moon. Heartbeat thrums in a beat timed twice as fast as his steps. Fiery blood pulses; obscuring thoughts with the impulse to tear, claw and rend.He's 6'3", 230 lbs, of lean symetrical power, and predator urge. Covered in leather, cargo pants, and a black knit cap taut over his sculpted shaven head.
Those strong features of his face hold a grimace. A product of the eternal war between Rage and control. Wolf and human. Fists are balled in fingerless black gloves. Likely to stay that way. Crude weapons concealing something.. nastier.
The grimace deepens at the crowd. This was tactically unsound. It was likely to be a clusterfuck.
Which is why they needed him. Death of a Caern? He's been there and done that. Don't get any easier.
(jude)
*Looking around and thinking that the combined Rage here with at least 3 Ahroun in the group is probebly going to be enough to drive off even the most hardend of the mortal populace*(yu)
*Scenting the air he turns a bit to watch Marks approach and then back to the group.*(leif)
True... I'd still like to myself, but I don't wanna sit aroud on my tail waiting to find others. I'm getting restless, if you know what I mean.
(jude)
*Chuckeling* Yea, me to(crystal)
*She walks over to Jude.* "Feeling any better?" *She says quietly to him.*(jude)
*Looking over to see Crystal and lifting my pant leg, the only thing there are a few bruises* Yep, top noch thanks for askin. So how you?(leif)
What? Did ya go out and have some fun without me?(jude)
Oh yea a load. You read the paper lately, the story about the man and the wild dog getting into a fight *Thumbing over to Decker* We'll there's your wild dog. Kinda dumb of him to shift right in front of a resturaunt.(yu)
*Dark eyes flicker from Jude to Decker.*(sputnik)
Normally, at a homid height of 6'4, the burly Russian, a bear of a man, towers more at 7ft.[fair glabro] in height tonight. Scruffier and scarier like a big neanderthal, thick cords of black-grey dreadlocks spill down his shoulder to his chest. Brown eyes sliding around to survey the area, as a bush of dark brown beard covers his most of his face. Heavy brown trench coat envelopes his girth, offering protectin against the chilly weather. Thermal and flannel make up the thin layers of shirts beneath, as tattered army fatigues held by shoddy handiwork of an odd assortment of patches, zippers, denim and plaid material. His hands reside in the deep pockets of his coat, a large burlap sack hung over one shoulder and down his bag. He breaks upon the group, eventually, quiet and thoughtful, a look of madness brimming in those dark eyes of his.(leif)
And you were the man, I take it?(decker)
The street is empty except for them. People don't come out much at night in the world of darkness, and even if they did, they shied away from gatherings of rage that looked like they were up to no good.Decker looks at Smokey first. Poor white trash and poor black trash: in some circles, this is enough to start a fight. But perhaps not in these circles. Isn't it heartwarming to know Gaia's footsoldiers had some unity after all.
Jude gets a glance that's not particularly impressed. If an Ahroun didn't know of some way to fix himself up in time for the next battle, he wasn't a true Ahroun at all.
At his smartmouthing, Decker smirks. "Pretty dumb o' you to start burnin' rage without even botherin' to shift fer Delirium, boy. Pretty fuckin' dumb o' you to thumb yer nose at yer elder's territory, too. Pretty fuckin' dumb o' you t' start pissin' me off again, now that I think 'bout it."
Leif gets a longer glance. At last, the ghost Fenrir appears.
Mark shows up. Gets a nod up. Then Decker draws himself a bit straighter; anyone else show up after this is gonna be considered late. His grey gaze sweeps the gathering.
"All right. Everyone shut up 'n lissen. I'm Decker Rohl, Fostern Fenrir Full-Moon.
"This's the Caern," says Decker, a jerk of his head referring to the school before him. "'S dyin', so we're gonna go hav'a look. If the spirits want Gnosis, we give 'em that. If they want blood, we give 'em that too.
"Don't know what's in there, don't know what to expect, but it pro'lly ain't gonna be pretty. That means we go in assumin' war. Mark here," jerk of his head at the other, "'s pro'lly gonna be yer Grand Elder someday. Jus' so y'all know. But I'm the rankin' Ahroun 'n if you follow me in'na that buildin' tonight, my word is yer law."
He stares at Jude when he says this: "You got a problem with that, you walk away now."
(yu)
*A hand pulled free from his pocket to pick his teeth. Sucking at it he listens and watches. Looking to those indicated he doesn't say anything, but then again. That likly wasn't a huge surprise.*(jude)
*Giving Decker a smile* Well if we get some war I ain't gonna have to start some fights to earn my respect. And as far as going in expectin war your speaking my language.(james)
given the swollen moon glowing high in the sky
the Ahroun seems surprisingly calm
squared shoulders held at an even set
lengths of muscle winding around bone reaching down to the mostly gloved hands loose at his sides
fairly ignorant of the cold air that wants to creep through the worn tears in his clothes
raise prickling chills on (rage) warmed skinas the others gather, James stays unusually quiet
might be because he had an idea of Decker's upcoming speech
might be because he's simply taking in the others gathered
few get a nod up during the drawled lecture
his concern is on what lies beyond those doors(smokey)
"So its all spirits and shit? No flesh and blood fuckers?" The young Galliard stands up, crumbling the paper up and tossing it over his shoulder. With a roll of his shoulders he steps a bit closer to Decker, coming into whatever shape the group has formed around their new fearless leader. "Cause if not aint no point in me bringing my peice."(jude)
Besides, it's only stupidity if you don't know what you're doing. I knew what I was doing.(crystal)
*She looks at the school; since her transfer here, she had seen odd things, but not serious problems or attacks.
Now? Perhaps Mark's warnings were right.*(sputnik)
"If no other Spirit Walker has shown themselves, American Fenrir, Sputnik's assistance is at your command." the words of broken English, roll out off of a garbled tongue, spoken in a thick heavy, Russian accent. Sputnik draws to a halt, hands remain in his pockets as the fair glabro looks upon those gathered, deferring to the highest in station. Which meant, he was beneath all of them at this point.(yu)
*The Alpha of The Quick waits. His talents are known to the assumed leader of the motly band before them. He'd be called on when needed*(mark)
...Grand.... Elder... He'd laugh but it wasn't funny. It was utterly fuckin' hysterical. The type of ironic turn of events - twists of fate - that makes you not only have faith, but certain that there was a higher being somewhere. Laughing her ass off.Leather creaks as sinewy arms cross. Blue eyes considered. He was Alpha. Alphas didn't give up the job so easy. Especially Glass Walkers who happened to know a thing or two about what they were walking into.
His voice was a booming bass. A creshendo next to the silent tongue of the fenrir. One accostumed to filling a stadium with the breadth of his voice, "Not so fast," Casual. For a pitbull. "Do you know what you're walking into, Decker?" Mark did.
(dancing johnny)
As though on cue with that very question, the space about Mark's elbow shimmers and blurs, taking on new shape and level, a figure. More specificall a human shaped figure which quickly manifests as the infamous Ragabash himself. He seems to wear the faintest smirk on his face when that question is raised. His tall, ableit slim, frame is decked head to toe in black, a comfortably loose cloth. His head is protected by a black knit cap, and his arm bears a black bandana wound round the left wrist.(crystal)
*She raises a hand.* "I know the school inside and out pretty well if you need someone to lead you all around."(decker)
He turns to face Mark. As he does so, streetlight angles change over his body. The left side becomes lit in stark amber. The right goes into shadow, and now they can all see the strange dim phosphorescent blue that edges the black of his right arm tattoo."No. That's why Crystal's our official tour-guide tonight." A jerk of his head toward the Catholic schoolgirl who lived, ate, slept and breathed in the edifice they were about to enter.
His eyes shift to Dancing Johnny. "Yer late." Unless he'd been there all along, hiding. And that was even worse in Decker's point of view.
(leif)
"someone wanna tell me whats goign on? All th little birdie told me was ta get my tail over here for a hoiwlig good time."(yu)
*Yu Gan's eyes flicker to Johnny too. That's a good way to get killed, popping up in a group of garou on the moon like that. A soft sigh and he waits.*(jude)
Good think I always bring my toys with me if we're going to fight.(james)
paper crinkles
the Gnawer's unfolding something from his pocket
it's a map, photocopied
held up with a twist (right siiide.... up) towards Crystal"This curr'nt?"
he doesn't have a drawl
instead his words are clipped with Albany's curt beat
modified slightly by the scar that keeps his jaw from moving correctly(johnny)
"Making sure a dozen shady characters on school property doesn't attract unwarranted attention," he adds to Decker's observation of the obvious.(ST)
::Even those not of the crescent moon would feel the dread and thick air hanging heavily where they stand. Whatever is going on, it's going on inside the school. A few cars drive down the street and the Garou can feel eyes weigh upon them.(jude)
*Looking to Johnny* Got something to tell you afterwards so don't go doing something stupid like gettin killed, ya hear.(decker)
To Smokey: "If ya fight best with yer gun, keep'it 'round. Never know what might pop 'round the corner."(sputnik)
As the others speak amongst themselves, Sputnik starts to rifle through his coat pockets, pulling open his trench coat to look inside. He finds a text book, folded up and nicely chewed on, stained with Gaia knows what from being in the trash. The words 'Organic Chemistry' read across the front. He holds it in one large palm, flipping it open gingerly with a clawed finger, glancing down at his marked chapter. Every now and then his eyes will flick upward to glance at people.(mark)
His head was an instant shake, before a blast of frosted breath obscured those glowing luminescence anew. Hands balled into fists. Yet, oddly he seemed relaxed..The full brunt of that gaze seemed to measure Decker for a moment, then slide to Crystal, with a nod, "That's two, then," he grunted.
Leather creaks anew, as Decker has the benefit of his gaze, and his voice raises to address.. basically everyone, "You're destination is the library. Below ground. That's where we'll find the tree. Maybe Crystal knows a good way."
Then there was one of those damned pregnant pauses.. like you have no idea where the shoe may drop, and what sort of mess it might make.
"It's your party, Decker. You invited me," a shrug, "Let's do this,"
Johnny would have benefit of the totem-link, Stick with me. Whatever I hit that doesn't go down. You flank and hamstring. Stay mobile.
(crystal)
*She smiles a little at Jim Larson, not having seen him since the time at the pub. She looks at the map.* "Yes, that's right."
((Oh, oops. delete that. rest stands))
*She looks at Mark.* "Yeah, I can get us there."(yu)
*Free hand scraches absently at the tattoo on his inner arm. The edges of it sharp and crisp, done in dark blueblack ink in the shape of an ornate katana.
Still he waits silent. Dark eyes surverying the street. Scenting the air again he makes a bit of a scrunch face and wipes his nose*(james)
"Thank'."dreads tickle over his shoulders in a breif nod
map, in turn, held out towards Decker
gotta love your local library(johnny)
No reply to Jude -- seems he didn't even hear it as his eyes haven't left the de facto leader, Decker.
(smokey)
"Aight." Is all the gang banger says as he reaches behind himself, drawing out a crumbled up black bandana with purple patterns and a rather large snub nose pistol. He puts the pistol in the pocket of his jacket. He reaches down towards a pants pocket with the bandana still in hand, getting a hand full of slugs and putting them with the gun. Don't ask.(sputnik)
"Weight of eerieness falls on us, brethren, like whore on ten dollar cock. Something watches us. Feeling Sputnik have." he offers up, over reading his book, looking to see if anyone was listening to him. His ears remained focus on the conversation.(yu)
*Dark eyes flicker over to the rather... egnamic Gnawer and his brows raise. That was an intresting way to put it.*(leif)
:places his hand on Jude's shoulder: "I gotta ask the little birdie more questions next time... Glad I brought my 'toy' allong."(decker)
A curt nod seems to suffice as an answer to everything. A quick glance down at the map.Thanks. Totemphone.
Addressing the group again: "One last thing." A lesson learned hard the last time he led a little sortie. "Give ya a task y'ain't got no idea how to do, speak up. Ain't no shame in that, but plenty o' shame in fuckin' up 'n endangerin' the group."
He gives that a moment to settle, and then turns and pulls the doors open.
"Gaines 'n Sullivan," last name basis, because pretty young thing or not, they were all soldiers here, "up front.
"James, rearguard."
(jude)
*Cracking my neck, pulling my hood up and waiting to do something, and looking back at Leif and flickign his wrist, as you look down a Talaith can be seen ((A lenght of cloth with a hook on each end))* That.(smokey)
Smokey dosn't pay much attention to sputnick till the ten dollar cock comment. After that his eyes shoot to him in that kind of annoyed creeped out expresion. After a few moments, he just shakes his head "Fucking basehead."(jude)
*Activating my Fang Dagger and making shure it's in it's sheath, If I use one that'll be it first, the Talith is more of a suprise backup weapon*(jude)
*Shifting into Glabro as well*(ST)
::A few more cars drive down the street, a few nicer sedans even slow ... eyeing the crowd with obvious suspicion.::(sputnik)
Sputnik lifts up his head, flipping the text book closed and slips it into the burlap sack across his back. He looks over towards the cars that are slowing down. "Gentlemen and Ladies. Sputnik recommend haste. Vhe are drawing unvhanted attetion."(jude)
*Is ready to go, waiting for someone to point him in the right direction*(mark)
(Short posting time.)
A curt nod, and he's moving like a wolf stalking at the front of the multi-pack... pack.. or whatever it would be called. There's damn good reason for being first. He's a tank. The shimmery feel of the righteous protection of Black Unicorn falls over him like Knight's Armor ((+3 Soak )). A force of will and he feels nothing but the drumming of his Rage.. ((Resist Pain ))Fingerless gloves open.. revealing metalic claws in his man-form.. crackling with blue arcs that match his eyes.
A grunt to Crystal, "Let me handle the heavy shit, kid," and he's leading the way in.(smokey)
"Yeah man lets do this." Smokey crosses his arm... then shakes his heads at Crystal's pathetic gun. "Make sure not to drop that thing."(james)
the raggedyman... well... the shorter, smaller, American raggedyman of the two obvious Gnawers... drops his chin in a nod
shoulders roll in a slow shrug
(something crackles, etherial, and the wind's distant howl sounds like an Eagle's cry)
knuckles flex around the lengths of blade tipped rebar that spill into his right hand
rearguard it is.... lead on
(yu)
*looks at the bigger people. Crackeling claws, those in glabro and realizes this isn't likly to be subtil.
He looks at the school and wonders if there are still kids in there, if so, monsters at night like this isn't likly to go over increadibly well.*(sputnik)
Sputnik follows and lets the others lead the way.(crystal)
"No problem. We want to get through this building, and," *gives a few directions before following behind Mark, hopefully.* "Most students should be asleep by now if they live here."(jude)
*Jesturing for Frankie to come, when she gets close all he says is* Posible fight, you in?(johnny)
No cute heroics, no witty remarks, no fucking around.. he just trudges with the rest, positioning himself on the right flank and somewhere near the head of the pack, at least until they get inside.(yu)
*Slipping over near Decker he speaks softly under his breath*(decker)
Right behind Crystal comes Decker. In the darkness he remains man-sized, without any obvious gifts or fetishes other than the faint, strange glow of his tattoo. The good stuff's coming later, kids."Where's a good place to cross over, Sullivan?"
A tip of his head to listen to Yu Gan, then.
(yu)
to Decker Rohl, James: You might want to break your force into two units. The school is large and it diversifys your advantage and allows for quicker extraction or activity...
*Voice soft for their ears alone*(jude)
*Flicking wrists and letting both hooks slide down than lifting them up and clanking them together all horror movie like than letting them slide back up*(leif)
So, anyone know what got them all riled up in the first place?(johnny)
"Shh!" in reply to Jude and his unnecessary noise without even looking at him. As well as Leif. "Talk later -- we're all trespassing and people sleep here."(st)
::The school is quiet, the lights are off and the halls are dark safe for the glowing EXIT lights here and there.::(frankie oceans)
She catches the tail end of their coming into this place.. Odd that.. Mark feels the sixteen year old's presence.. As does Johnny.. The quiet teen makes her way towards Mark with a soft frown gracing her lips.(decker)
"Neglect." That's Decker's simple, muttered, disgruntled answer for Leif.(yu
*A nod and the Asian man falls into the mists of the group. His strides soft and silent. Eyes keyed to seeing in the dark and movment highly alert*(sputnik)
He sticks towards the middle of the group, watching everything as he keeps silent.(mark)
There's no reproval, or any indication he's concerned about the timing of Frankie's arrival.Stick close to Johnny, girl, came her Alpha's instructions.
"No," came Mark's rebuttal to Decker, "Wyrm-prison," grimacing at the fact that Decker didn't even know what the trouble was.
But, now wasn't the time to retell it.. again.. Now he was completely alert. Threading his way to the decayed caern.
(crystal)
*She points down a hallway* "The caern's heart is by an old Oak tree. There are some underground tunnels that will take us there. I warn you I don't know the Umbra here real well; too muich weirdness"(smokey)
*She points down a hallway* "The caern's heart is by an old Oak tree. There are some underground tunnels that will take us there. I warn you I don't know the Umbra here real well; too muic(frankie)
Wide crystal eyes jerk about for Johnny.. And quickly she makes her way towards him. She bore no weapons.. No guns or knife.. She was as frail in appearance as she was quick to catch up with Johnny.(leif)
Warning! There be dragons and ogres ahead. Travelers, walk not alone.(yu)
*He frowns as he strolls with them. A familiar feeling washing over him. This felt strangly of where he grew up.*(james)
he waits until everybody's passed and inside
doors cushioned to swing elegantly shut on oiled hinges
even on guard his walk seems more like a stroll
long strides devouring the ground
secondhand Cochran's making no sounds on the tiles
dark eyes blinking to adjust to the shift in light
calloused fists are folded around each length of steel
scanning over his mental image of the photocopied map
letting the group move ahead of him by a few yards
but never, ever out of eyesight(ST)
::Leaf's voice and perhaps a few feet trigger a spray of light from the hall, perhaps a motion light or trigger that turned the light on with noise. Either way, they are all bathed in ugly yellow light.::(jude)
*When I get out of street sight I pull the fang dagger, still keeping it down*(sputnik)
His eyes squint at the harsh yellow light that suddenly flickers on. Upper lip pulls back into a snarl, his eyes slide over to Leif. "Do you mind..."(johnny)
Johnny's eyes meet Frankie.. but there's no time to tell her what to do, where to stand..
He looks up to see the source of the light and then around for any switches.(crystal)
*She pulls her pistol, but says nothing, though she does make a face of annoyance as she looks for switches.*(frankie)
She squints in the light, eyes shadowing darkly as she stares at Leif annervingly for a long moment.(jude)
*Looking around for the sorce of light* We should hurry before who or what ever hit that light gets to us.(smokey)
Smokey ducks down for cover thats not more, shooting a 'oh you motherfuck' look at Leif, before looking around. And muttering obceinety's to himself. Damnit, this was PERFECT.(mark)
He cursed under his breath, a deep grunting sound.
I know you're on that light, Johnny, Control simple machine works wonders.Fists ball up, hiding the crackling dangerous grow, lest there be a wee lass frightened by the scary smashing machine.
(yu)
*As the light flashes on, the chinaman shimmers from sight. Slipping to the side his Katan slips from his arm and into his hand. Looking around and strangly enough UP to make sure nothing was going to drop on them.*(decker)
"Shh!"Noise turns lights on. People make more noise. Great. A jerk of his head toward the stairwell in the corner. He stabs a finger down, indicating everyone should go down there, out of the light - before some fuckin headmistress showed up and spanked them all with rulers.
(leif)
"Alright, I'm going... I'm going..." he whispers.(ST)
::A few more lights click on and the hum softly...in fact a trail of light follows each of them in their wake....click....hummmmmm...click...hummmmm(jude)
*Rasing an eyebrow at the prospect of getting spanked but than opening the door as quietly as posible and jesturing for others to head down*(johnny)
On it, on it.. eyes whirling about for any light switches marring the walls, motion sensors, anything..(mark)
As directed he was leading them down.. but lights coming on with their passing?Fuck it, I got it, He says to Johnny,
And he unleashes those calloused hands. Metallic claws gleam as he touches the nearest light.. on the same circuit. *shrrakkt* and there's a flash of angry blue.
Hopefully followed by blackout.
(smokey)
Smokey nods to decker and hops, ducks, and dodges over to the stair well in a practiced and suprisingly stealthy quick manner. He just shakes his head. Leif started this and even talked to confirm he'd stop talking. Some people just don't get it. Man they should keep these missions for the right tribe. Country boys are to used to not having to worry about by standers and observers.(decker)
"Fuck," once in the stairwell, Decker presses close to the wall. To Mark, "Those too."He points at the black orbs in the ceiling, obviously cameras.
(jude)
*Standing by the door waiting for everyone to get there asses down and keeping an eye out for people*(ST)
::There is a crackle, followed by sparks and somewhere in the school a faint red light blinks slowly; a fuse has blown maybe? The stairwell is steel, sterile, and it winds down to the basement and exit to the courtyard area. ::(frankie)
She follows Johnny, and remains quiet.(james)
in the toxic glare of the sudden nightlight
James can see why it costs ten grand a year to attend the school
further commentary about Garou continuing to make noise kept to himself
the others look around for switches and detectors
he's keeping a lookout for anything that's following them
though chances a breif glance up at the latest lightRun of the mill security floods Totemphone. There''ll be more on another circuit for emergency safety.
he hangs back, glancing into the hall for a few moments
only following once they're clear(jude)
*Once everyone is down I go down afterwards and close the door behind me*(sputnik)
There is a soft, muffled clank sound that comes from Sputnik's burlap bag as he moves along, the fair glabro slinking off to the shadows to stay up with everyone. His eyes darting about as he looks as the gears start to grind in his head. "how far to bookshelf room?"(mark)
A nod to decker in the darkness is followed by another brilliant flash, blinding in the night, as the cameras are the next on the Ahroun's shortcircuit agenda.(yu)
Slipping along he eyes the stairwell and doesn't really think that's a tactically sound place to be in a large group of large killing machines. He waits till most are down. Trusting his gift for the moment*(crystal)
*She follows behind Mark with some relief once the lights are back out.*(frankie)
Blinking light? She frowns, That could be an alarm.. but continues to follow Johnny.(johnny)
"Everybody down.." he says, waving for eveybody to follow Decker and company to the stairwell and down into the basement. "And quiet!" he pointedly whispers.
Fucking hell.. I'm lagging, just keep em outta trouble and quiet or there's going to be words. Johnny stays behind a while longer, falling into the shadows and pulling his cap (ski mask, the paranoid fuck) down to cover his face.(mark)
He's leading the way, doubletime now. Yes, indeed those red lights MIGHT be an alarm. This had to be done fast and quick.Got it. Keep moving.
(decker)
Cameras just might be heatsensing. Couldn't take the chance of having cameras watching while they all blipped out of existence. As Mark finishes up with them, Decker says two words: "Go Umbral."With that, he puts his hand on James' shoulder, letting the Gnawer take him across.
And once on the other side, he snarls, "Alright dumbasses. Next time we're realmside. Unless shit's rainin' down, first fucker to talk 'bove a whisper 'r otherwise draw attention t' himself's gonna git skinned. Alive."
An angry snort. Then he starts down the Umbral stairs/tunnel/wherever it is they were now.
As he goes, his mass increases, doubling, and then quadrupling.
Crinos form.
(ST)
::The stairwell in the spiritual world is rickety and rusted, webs hang here and there and three eyed rats scurry to and fro. There's an odor, like burnt hair ... or burning flesh...a terrible smell that is enough to make the Gaian's want to vomit...seems to slowly permeate the air the farther down the group travels. ::(johnny)
Johnny's figure blurs (of the milky eye) into the hallway's shadows, and he moves down the hall in persuit of said red bleeping light.(jude)
*Going Umbral and following down the stairs*(sputnik)
Silent and down, easily taking orders, Sputnik takes to the stair well, following behind some of the others. Once the command to go sidestep is comes out from Decker, a wide grin spreads on his face. The Russian Gnawe held a much easier time in crossing the Gauntlet with his affinity for being a natural channel. Once he steps aside, the shift to crinos comes easy to him like flowing water. The natural form of his birth.(crystal)
*Crystal moves to go through Umbra as well, but before so, she also shifts, into Glabro form. Hand tightening on the gun at the scent.*(smokey)
Smokey pulls out a compact from his pocket, and heads over to the other side himself. Once there he just shakes his head. This is the most organzied crew he's ever run with. No, really. "Well that went well..." he says as he grabs his gun from his coat. Atleast they seem to be getting closer.(yu)
*One more look around and then he looks to the blade of his katana. Slowly he steps over and then gags a bit. Dropping to one knee the blurr of milky eye leaves him and he gags again. possessing a very very sensitive nose it's messing him up*(mark)
And then the order comes to slip across the looking glass.Go across together, you two,
Blue gaze glimmered in the night as he turned to Crystal. One hand holds a steel mirror, the other holds crackling blue electricity to catch the reflection. "Ladies first,"
And after she goes, the Ahroun's fighting through the weavern coils himself. Old friends he and that fucking spider.
No words for Decker's tirade. Well warranted.
Then he's not Mark anymore. He's Smashing Machine. 9 and a half feet of corded muscle, and multicolored fur. Not that smooth even coat those country garou were used to. Garish red, black, brown, and orange in interwoven slashes. Symetrical like a machine. War Machine.
And he's moving again.
(james)
before the two words are out of his packmate's mouth he's at Decker's side
already starting that spiritual chain reaction
slimming. squeezing. pushing to make it through
clean and clear with the Modi right behind himthere's a dangerous glare in the Full Moon's eyes that may very well be an offer to do the skinning
then the raggedyman seems to get a whole lot shaggier
fists turned monstrous paws around the deadly steel
muzzle wrinkling in disgust at the scent of..... whatever that is
(even in Chrinos those dreads don't completely go away, do they...)(jude)
*Catching a wiff and my nose twiches, the Strider dosn't react as much being used to the oder of death and darkness.(crystal)
*She nods and moves forward, gun at the ready.*(frankie)
She sidesteps as well, looking around slowly. Her frail form growing into the wild colored Uktena with black and white strips of hair mingling randomly across her form. She sniffs the air, and looks around with black eyes locking on each as if they were the dangers here.(frankie)
*Slowly the chinaman stands and keeps his left forarm across his nose. He was a tracker born and bread, even in this homid form his nose was unnaturally acute. Swallowing thickly he twirls his sword in his other hand and looks around*(st)
There really is no where for them to go but either outside to the heart of the caern or deeper inside the basement of the school....two choices.(sputnik)
Perhaps smaller in height than some of the other crinose, a mottled coat of black and grey fur with white markings across the eyes, thick corded dreads remain in this form like a mane. The burlap sack strapped across his back as the impressions of half tattooed sleeves run up the metis' arms. His nostrils flare out, amber-brown eyes searching for signs of spirits. The Gnawer Theurge begins to look a little worried. "No spirits here."(johnny)
Johnny does not manifest in the umbra..(yu)
*Voice soft, a bit choked from the stench and he indicates with his sword, having hung near Sputnik* What are those rat thingies then?(mark)
And they're going to the caern. No words are necessary, as it had been their destination before, nothing's changed. Wordlessly Mark grunted at Crystal, and the creature loped to the path.(crystal)
*Trying very hard not to choke, Crystal, now showing some light brown fur, follows Mark.*(jude)
*Heading twards the Caren*(decker)
Fork in the path.Decker stops. A secondary glow is coming over him now - a ghostly-white incandescence that hums over his body like liquid moonlight.
Silence - the huge grey beast - scents the air. Then he speaks in Garouspeech, and it's surprisingly unaccented, formal.
"Smashing Machine, take your pack and Sputnik to the Caern's Heart. See what the spirits demand. Drums-on-Skulls, you're with them."
Totemphone if shit happens.
"Everyone else is with me." Deeper into the basement, where the stench of Wyrm bleeds out. "You too, Jude."
(sputnik)
The metis turns his head to regard Yu with a quizzical look, he flicks back an ear. "Rat things, three eyed. Not spirits. Sputnik assure Yu."
(jude)
*Grinning as I hear that I get to play*(yu)
*He nods to Sputnik then points to them again* Then why are they in the umbra?
*He squats and tries to catch one.*(yu)
She follows Mark without hesitation, Johnny left? Giving him a brief glance, before turning those black eyes around. Her wolvish ears perking high atop her head as each inch of her massive form covers with thick hair.. Warmth.. How she loves this form.(ST)
In the umbra, the heart of the caern is dead seeming. The tree has lost most of it's luscious leaves and a permanent bow has set in among the branches. The weight of despair ... depression...and misery slowly ebbs from the area, it comes with the air rather than anywhere in particular.(yu)
*He yanks his hand back* Nope.. those are real.. * he looks to Decker then Sputnik and stands keeping an eye on the 3 eyed critters*
(smokey)
"Bout fucking time somebody goes to regulate..." He says as he steps up closer to Decker. With pistol in hand, he begins to strech and grow, until finnaly the shaggy and scrawny Crinos form stands before them. He's smaller then most, he is wearing a HUGE raiders jacket, and the handle and trigger guard of the pistol have become laughably huge to fit his new hand. All in all... only with Urrah will you see this kind of shit.(leif)
::follows allong behind, having shifted as well, being rater quet now as compared to before::(decker)
And then splat the one Yu had tried to catch is mush under the Fenrir's clawed foot. Or it should be. But it scurries right through his foot.The Modi's black lips lift in a dreadful snarl, soundless. This is something else to look into.
Then, as James, Sputnik, Mark and Frankie disappear toward the heart of the Caern, Decker leads Yu Gan, Smokey, Jude and Leif down into the depths of the basement.
(yu)
*He kinda waits till noone's looking. Draws out a black bag. Stoops and sweeps one of the rattas into the bag. Something to look at later. Yeah, he's an Ukkie alright. Slipping it into the thich thigh pocket of the jacket he ties it tight and turns to follow Decker and crew. Falling into Rear guard as James went with the others*(james)
Gnawers have reputedly been in some pretty rank places
but there are smells that even get to those of the Tribe
fuzzy ears flick back to pin against his skull, then swivel around in audial radar
his eyes drawn to the scurrying shadows that should be so familiar
but... they're extra glittery, aren't they, those beady eyes
Watch the rats. dryly cast on a rustle of Eagle's feathers to the Modi
the shaggy Chrinos turns, focusing his attention outside the group while the choice is made
latticework of Garou claw scars riffling the fur from shoulders to tailbreath chuffs affirmation
and he's following
.... but not before a huge pawhand lands on Yu's shoulder and pulls him short of catching the rat
just as the other Garou snatches his hand back anyway
and the Fenrir goes to....well shit.
lupine head swaying in a slow shakenot a good idea
and now he's following Mark and the others
(sputnik)
Sputnik looks back at Yu and replies before he splits off with the others. "The rats are twisted reflections from the realm. They are not here with us."With that, the only theurge among them, Sputnik heads with the group that is going to the Caern's heart.
(mark)
The massive wolf maw nods, tail outward to adjust to his adroit shift. Then he's moving beside Frankie, and presumably James and Sputnik.As he moves that multicolored fur.. changes.. somehow.. No longer patterened it's one uniform hue. Silver? No. Steel. And the Knight has his armor. War Machine.
((Steel Fur.))To Frankie he says, S.O.P. He's covering up. When we go back reality-side there won't be a ton of cops waiting on us.
To the other two, "Stick close," It's metallic. Weavern.
(crystal)
*She hates the place already. No caern should ever be like this. No caern she's known ever has. She continues to follow Mark, looking around for anything odd beyond the 3eyed rats.*(frankie)
What clothes she had worn were ripped across her frame.. Lean, slender and built for speed and entertainment.. Not fighting. But still the Uktena stood tall, and grunts in response to Mark. The first time he's likely heard that from this shy moon dancer.. She jerks her tail down slightly as massive clawed feet lightly step along the way towards the Caern. The heart that has melted and saddened her.. She would give her life to revive it..(ST)
The basement stinks. There are boilers, pipes...the hissing sound of steam can be heard. Smoke trickles through cracks in walls, and the steel here is rusted and old, terrible fragile seeming. The path (there is only one path) leads them down a dark and dreary hallway.(james)
earthside, he'd let the others move ahead
now he falls into a habitual formation
Glasswalker leads, and the Gnawer flanks to the left contrasting Uktena's right
knowing Sputnik's bringing up the tail this timewhatever affect the situation has on the others
Drums-on-Skulls has gone cold, save Gaia's fire that burns within him(jude)
*Looking around and getting the shivers, this is dark even for a Strider*(sputnik)
The metis theurge brings up the rear, his ears roll back to flatten against his head, lip curls up in a snarl of distaste as he takes notice of where the spirits linger on the peripheal of the school. "Spirits no come to the caern's heart. This not good. Perhaps, trouble lies here?" His question proposed to Mark and the others.(smokey)
Smokey looks around cautiously, always following Decker in. As long as he don't attack them, thats fine. City boy, born and raised. Came up fighting in new york, which umbral is basicly just one big hell hole in an endless fog of Blight. He is used to all kinds of freaky shit. Dosn't like it, but used to it. So unlike some others, he dosn't feel the urge to comment.(crystal)
*She follows up behind Decker, looking around at the utterly disgusting basement. And she had been going to school here?*(frankie)
She acknowledged Jame's position to her right, and glances to Mark who's ahead of her? At her left? Quietly moving, keeping sharpened eyes and senses on alert. Sputnik's words made the hair on her back stand a little..(Decker)
All of a sudden the black tattoo over Decker's left arm flows liquid. A moment later, the tattoo is gone, slid off his arm, materialized into an enormous one-edged black axe. The edge gleams hotly white.Cautiously, the axe held ready, he quickens his pace down the hallway.
"Ragabash." Of all of them, his senses were the sharpest. "Up here. Tell me what you see and smell and hear. Jude, one eye on our rear."
(yu)
*Turning the Ragabsh shifts down to Lupus. The form with the best sinces. Slipping though the group and around their legs he takes point and sniffs. Looking around*(mark)
"Count on it," is the hard, deep bass of the metallic Smashing Machine to Sputnik's query, "Don't consider this friendly territory," Blue arcs of elecricity settled idly from the metallic claws, reflecting off of the shiny steel armored form. Eyes reflecting the color eyed the tree sadly. A grunt."Try contacting the spirit, theurge," he bade the crazy russian, as his eyes panned to make certain there was no ambush.
(smokey)
Smokey keeps on trucking in the middle. He dosn't pay much attention to the blood. He is a Nazi Ahourn. God only knows what kind of gifts those guys must have. He writes it off without much thought, since Decker dosn't seem to be to concerned.(rystal)
*She looks up and seems to notice for the first time the condition Decker is in; blood on muzzle, and worse. Much like when she saw him tear up Jude. And that makes her pause. What was going on?*
(decker)
Turning to check his six, an act as automatic as a driver looking in the rearview mirror, he pauses as he catches the look on Crystal's face."Why do you at me like that?"
(yu)
*The wolf paws at his nose and shakes his head trying to get the smell out. Chuffs in quiet wolf speak* ~WS~ Stink here. Stronger there. * He jerks his head the way they are going. It's the only way to go.*(sputnik)
Sputnik looks at Mark with a curt nod of his lupine head, tongue runs along his muzzle, moving on bipedal legs towards the heart. One clawed hand comes to rest on the burlap sack pressed into his hip. "I will try."(crystal)
*She looks at him, unconsciously takes a step back. She pats the side of her mouth, each side, and on her mouth itself, and then points at him.*(james)
an ear swivels towards the gutteral words
as Sputnik moves to follow the command
the Ahroun takes over his post
Smashing Machine scans one direction
he seamlessly turns to watch for trouble coming from behind(decker)
The massive beast-monster's brow furrows deeply. He raises his free handpaw, wiping it across his muzzle. When he looks down at his handpaw, there's nothing there.The others don't see a stain on his paw either. They see it on his mouth, unaffected by his scrubbing, permanent.
He raises blazing grey eyes - lighter in this form, paler and icy - to Crystal. Growled, "What do you see?"
(yu)
*Letting the rather rabid get and others chat about his makeup the Curious Uktena edges more forward. Keen eyes wairy of traps, even here in the umbra*(smokey)
Smokey looks to Decker, then to Crystal, then back to Decker. He gives one of those dog 'Huh?' sounds then speaks in the language of the anceints. "Your... not doing that?"(crystal)
*She says quietly.* "Blood. You're bleeding. Or something."(decker)
A low snarl rumbles in his chest."Be on your guard." He doesn't have to tell them this as he turns to start forward again, each long stride eating up twice the distance Yu Gan's lupine stride does. He keeps pace easily, his balance low, kept by the swaying of his thick tail. "That is not natural." And a pause. "If something should force me to frenzy and I turn on one of you, run. The others can take me down from behind."
As if in response, a tendril of blue electricity flickers over the blade of the axe, vanishes back into its subdued glow.
Onwards.
(frankie)
Her massive head turns, white dred locks tumbling about her ears and fur.. She looks around, her reartaken by James.. Mark, she looks at.
(decker)
To James, on totemphone: Somethin' weird down here...everyone's seein' blood on me when they look. Keep alert.(ST)
Further down the path into the heart of what was likely the boiler room there's an opening, an arched door that seems oddly misshaped and crooked in its design. Through there, voices can be heard speaking in a tongue beyond their comprehension.(crystal)
*Not natural? A lot of this doesn't seem natural to Crystal, who not very long ago was actually a normal girl. She can't help but think of a monstrous hispo sinking its teeth into Jude, and she doesn't stay as close to Decker, moving more at a speed to keep her with Smokey and Jude.*(yu)
*The Scout looks over his furry shoulder. Not liking the sound of that.... Decker was behind HIM.
Looking back the way he came he keeps his spiritual power ready to fule his fetish if he needs to. Nearing the door he squats and holds position. Ears flickering around like little radar dishes. His lips curl back from his fangs and the size of the animal seems to grow. Shifting up to Hispo, but remaining quiet*(smokey)
Smokey makes a face and stiffens a bit, moving with alot more stealth. If you know anything about how Gnawer's tend to fight, you know this ususally means he's getting ready to do so. Speed becomes secondary to readiness as he moves to follow decker... from a short distance.(james)
the Gnawer's head cants
pseudo-dreads shifting over heavy shoulders with the motion
a part of it the process of his guard
a part of it is something else entirely - he's listening"Desssssseption."
warning rolling low and thick off his tongue, as if a growl could whisper
language of their ancestors mangled by the battlescar that slurs his speech
it's cast back over his shoulder at the Mark, Frankie, and Sputnik
tail flicking in fullmoon agitation(sputnik)
"Gracious Whispers, Unicorn Spirit..." The metis Theurge calls out to the caern spirit, he doesn't stop until he can come as close as possible to the tree that he can bear. The sight of the wounded unicorn whinnying in pain tears at the Russian Gnawer's heart-strings on the inside. A low growls of frustration almost breaks in his throat, as he grows angry at what he sees. "Whispers is in pain.." he calls to Mark, James and Frankie.(decker)
"Quiet from here on out, unless you need to speak."The huge handpaw shifts its grip on the axe, wicked black claws gleaming dully in the half-light.
He slows his pace as he nears the boiler-room door, keeping close to the walls. Carefully, he peers into the room.
(crystal)
*She glances at Jude with all of these thoughts, staring at him a moment with a raised eyebrow, then going back to focusing on the door.*(st)
The figures can be seen illuminated by a soft sunset colored glow. They're conversation stops...and the sound of sniffing through large nostrils can be heard.(jude)
*Looking to Crystal and whispering low right in her ear so that barely even I can hear it* S'ok, if he snaps you'll be safe here(yu)
*He thinks that can't be good. Coiled he activates his fetish, just in case, the necklace hanging around his furred neck shimmers slightly as the spirit of the elk inside it lends Yu Gan Speed*(mark)
First Sputnik takes his attention, massive steel wolf head turns and regards his words. A blast of breath is a metallic sigh, and nod. Two caerns.. and a third on the way. This was simply huge. It was a road to harrano to even contemplate it.Then eyes.. no fuck that.. the whole creature's body turns, to peer at James' warning. His razor-edged maw is open.. ready.. expression holding the silent question of where.
"What's up?" Alert. Where's the danger?
(frankie)
She knew this.. She had seen it, spoken to the ghost pack before anyone else (save Jude) had.. She was one of the first three to see it after the Striders had abandoned the Caern....
And she wouldn't be the last.
Dark eyes shift to the metis, she grunts, "Know." Nodding once, her massive shoulders shift in response to James and look back over her shoulder to him.(jude)
*Seeing Yu Gan grab his fetish I do the same*(smokey)
Smokey stops in his tracks, looking at the others for a moment then to the figers. Oh its time...(sputnik)
He turns his head, tearing his eyes away from the caern spirit to look at the others. The warning rolling over his ears and headed. "What is price to aid the spirit." the question directed to frankie(frankie)
"Find Bane Tender." She spoke brokenly in her massive Crinos state, "Find now.. Go North with fellow Uktena and bring back.." She grunts, "Weak and sad.. Unicorn sick.. Ghost pack left to die.. Will save." Nodding roughly once, her white dred locks bobbing back and forth around her wolfish head.(sputnik)
"Unicorn will die..." the words growled in the base of his throat. He focuses his eyes upon Frankie. "When do leave to seek Tender?"(james)
broad head lifts
barrel chest fills slowly
searching the air before heavy skull swings to look back at the Glasswalker
then beyond at Sputnik's declaration of Whisper's plight"Below." huffed in a breath to imply the others, keeping it short and sweet for sake of his impediment "Ssssssomthing trickss. Be wary."
(frankie)
"Tonight." She spoke one word, her head hightening slightly as she regards the metis Theurge.(frankie)
Black eyes jerk back to James.. And this massive Crinos drops to all fours, sniffing at the ground roughly. Massive claws digging into the earth of the Umbra as if waiting for something to spring forward.. Then slowly she stands again, preparing to fight if it comes down to it.(sputnik)
Amber-gold wolf eyes bleed with inner turmoil. His massive furry frame quivers with tension slightly, claws curl into tight fits as he clamps down on his jaw. The thought of the Unicorn's pain makes him want to tear something apart. He looks at Frankie, awaiting further orders from the Glass Walker. "Sputnik will go with Uktena to bring back Tender if wish aide. Must be done. Will not sleep until Unicorn healed or dead." the growls garbled out quickly from his jaws in the high tongue.
(mark)
A slow cant of his head, as he searched the room with his sharpened crinos senses, but apparently too meager to note what James was found."Everyone stay frosty. Watch the theruge's back," Since he'd likely be distracted with spiritual converse, "You in contact with the others?" That question for James.
(decker)
Free handpaw comes swiftly up as he takes a step back from the open doorway, motioning for Crystal, Jude and Smokey to stay back.Yu Gan he leaves where he is. He's seen the Ragabash in action.
Turning to the other three, the Fenrir jerks his thumb in the direction of the door and holds up three padded fingers, a fourth moving up and down as if he couldn't be sure how many there were. Completely speaking in body language now, the Garouspeech comes through somewhat garbled--
"Three or four. Man-shape. Large." He points at himself, Jude, Smoky. "Front charge." He points at Yu Gan, Crystal. "Flank attack. Kill fast. Be ready for bigger ones."
And a final gift activated, one that would draw attention to him immediately: the sweat-and-grime Fenrir, the uneducated boy from the deep south, the last one you'd ever expect anywhere remotely otherworldly or holy --
burns with a filmy cold fire, like the corona of the sun during a total eclipse.
Trailing coldfire like a comet trails its tail, the Modi leaps into the room and swings for the nearest two figures in quick tandem, two swings each: one-two, three-four.
(crystal)
She shakes her head in response to Sputnik, "No." And nothing more, turning to her Alpha to wait for orders. Her senses clear and focused on the possible danger.(james)
seeing Frankie tear at the ground
the Ahroun snorts to get her attention and shakes his head"Meant. Bassssement."
speaking very slowly
making sure the high tongue words are as clear as possible
(damn that fucking Fang....)
dark eyes the color of Gaia's rich soil turning to the Walker and nodding
reaching up and tapping his temple with a talon to signal Totemphone
the constant flurry of shadowy impressions that are playing beneath the occasional words
it's not disrespect that has him looking away, he's only keeping his watch"They Fight."
(jude)
*Slowly stalking up twards the front next to Smoky holding up 5 fingers and counting down*(yu)
*Yu Gan Shimmers from sight again, invissable to casual observation, especially with Decker all aglow he Breaks to the right. THe speed from the fetish making him move at truly inhuman speeds. Rebounding off the wall he arrows for one of the 4 from the other side. Hispo form hidden from sight but not from killing*(smokey)
Smokey steps up, leveling his gun at one of the glows and waiting for the shit to hit the fan.(jude)
*When the countdown is done I lauch into the room slashing my fang dagger right into the closest one*(sputnik)
The Russian Gnawer folds his arms over his chest, moving away from the caern tree to stand with the others. "Sputnik done here. Vhat now?"(mark)
"Fuck!" And somehow that translates into something violent and gorey in Garou-tongue. And the metallic monster is moving, "Us. There. Now" Leading the way.Over the totem link of the Dark Steed, Party in the basement. It's rowdy.
(frankie)
She's right behind Mark. Massive Crinos, massive claws.. Her steps are quick and feverish.. She doesn't waste time.. She's going and she's moving fast.(sputnik)
The orders only had to be given as Sputnik is right on their heels, the massive black-grey crinos dropping to all fours and running after them.(decker)
The Fenrir's a fucking lightshow tonight. He glows silver; he trails incandescent blue; his axe mists a phosphor glow and crackles every time it bites flesh; to top it all off, rage blurs his image and leaves a fading ghostly afterimage in the air.Two blows: bane #1 is dead. The Fenrir turns on bane #2, but before he has a chance to swing Smokey's bullets and Jude's fang dagger hit it hard and fast: overkill. It explodes into a million fragments of hate, greed, misery, filth. The Fenrir changes course without a blink and plunges deeper into the room.
The hulking boiler blocks sight of the rest of the room from those at or near the door. In the Umbra it looks monstrous, like something quasialive rather than a simple machine. From the sounds coming behind it, Yu Gan and Crystal have found the other two. Yu Gan shimmers into existence as he bites, huge Hispo teeth rending spirit-flesh. Crystal rips into the other with her claws.
(jude)
*Looking around for the next SOB to go after*(yu)
*Bearinghis down he savages it with nasty sharp hispo teeth and then looks around for new target. Eyeing that boiler pretty warily.*(smokey)
Smokey turns his un to the next glow of a bane, walking forward as he keeps pulling the trigger. He aint gonna have time to reload, but might as well empty the chamber before he goes to claws.(jude)
*Leaping in anger at the next one near me, raking across it's gut*(james)
"NO."the word rings out like a Clap. Of. Thunder.
and, given the Chrinos' hands are together
it damn well wasthe shockwave sends them sprawling
he's taken only a few steps after them, hackles raised
and the Ahroun's mangled speech snarls"Deck'r's command. Help totem." dark eyes blaze "They fight..... not us. Totem firsssst. Then fight."
this last part turned on Frankie
something in the normally mellow Gnawer suggesting it is not a good idea to disobey
even if it's killing him not to rush to his brother's aid
he will not go against the leader's orders"You sssaid tonight. What. Help. Tonight."
(frankie)
The Galliard wasn't repeating herself. Alpha said go. James wasn't her Alpha and she wasn't stopping until Mark told her to.(yu)
*Sniffs the air in here and looks around. Spirit world was his tribes specilty. He looks for anytihng else of malice*(decker)
It's almost anticlimactic. With everyone colliding on the last bane or two, it's hardly any contest at all.The boiler room is quiet again. The boiler, while menacing, does not seem inclined to explode. Or come to life. Or anything. Yet.
There's a door on the other side, wooden, but its frame bends and gnarls like it had at some point run molten and deformed like taffy twisted ut of shape. The door itself is black and firescorched.
"Same maneuver." This is outloud, because there's no point in trying to go unnoticed now. "Round-moons and almost-round-moons attack from front. Dark-moons from behind. Let none escape."
Without another word the Modi kicks the door down. It doesn't fly open so much as it bursts out of its frame and falls flat.
They have an instant to see the layout: a much larger room, cavelike, its walls so melted and deformed that it's barely possible to recognize it as concrete and drywall. There are smoking, bubbling pits of filth here, six of them, glowing unpleasantly, brooded over by more of the creatures (eight? ten? twelve?) that turn as the door flies open.
In the greater light here, the Garou can see they're humanoid - barely. They have too many eyes. They have stooped backs. They have loose folds of skin everywhere. Their fingers are worn to the bone. Literally.
And then they fly to the attack, swarming on the Garou en masse.
(smokey)
"Fuck..." is all Smokey can say before he aims for the head and lets off the last round, droping his gun and bracing for impact. Decker, don't let your Bad Ass fail ya now!(yu)
*Shimmering from sight again his lupine voice ie heard as he dissapears and manuvers to attack*
~WS~ Looks like my high school gym class....
*Then the Ragabash is gone and slipping amongst the shadows to flank*(mark)
It was sheer force of Will That kept the Ahroun on his feet. Most woulda sprawled senseless.. unable to act for the amount time it took the mutt to speak.But he had his attention. Blue eyes blazed back to the 'Gnawer with greater Rage, making him rethink the wisdom in gaining that much attention.
He intrrupts his query to Frankie, "She's going to Canada. Tonight. There won't be help for a week. Bane-Tender. There's not a thing that can be done here or we'd already have done it." Turning fully, "This here's my team, 'Gnawer. and you're on it. We're going to the fight. Now." Unless there was more challenge. And what did the litanny say about challenge in wartime?
(decker)
Imagine Decker, Jude and Crystal kicking ass and taking names. Now forget about them, because all told they'll kill about half of the banes, there's still a half-dozen others, and they're coming down on YOUR head.Yu Gan flits out of existence, but something's wrong. One of the banes is tracking him unerringly with one of its eyes. Just one. The rest stay facing forward. This one eye actually migrates on its head to keep Yu Gan in sight. And the bane gibbers, and instantly two others whirl around to defend their flanks.
Smokey gets one shot off - a good one passing straight through one of the eyes of the closest bane - and then its bone-tipped fingers stab straight into
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