March 26, 2004.03.26.04. - caernraising pt. 1 [vanguard] *wm[caernraising]
(vanguard/decker)
It's the night of the full moon.They had gathered in the abandoned subway station again, the Garou and their kin. Split into their respective groups, and split up.
Panning out to the perimeters and high up in the sky, the kinfolk and the scouts: The Ferrets, Will and Kris, Kadin, Kiril, Tristan and Mina.
Spearheading the movement toward the hidden Caern: Yu Gan, the Eagles, Curata, Kegan, Jude.
Holding the center: the theurges and the main strength of the Garou. Somewhere in the mass is their navigator, the quietspoken Bone Gnawer Ahroun Jim. Most do not even know his crucial role in this, as he communicates his thoughts to his alpha Yu Gan. If anything, one assumes Yu Gan is their guide - Uktena scout and tracker that he is. Also at the center, thrashing and utterly Wyld, four young Sewer Gator gorgons.
Best not to ask where they came from.
Best hope they stay on one side during the fight.And finally, guarding against a rear attack: the Fangs.
--
The vanguard moves aboveground, a loose group of men (garou) in Homid, perhaps mistakeable for a street gang on the prowl if not for the keen determination in their eyes. Watching their backs from above, fanning out to all sides ahead of them, the scouts.
The main approach and the rearguard follows through the sewers. In another part of the city, thanks to one Corax's mischief, zoo animals are running wild and car dealerships are burning. Police are on the scene. News crews are gobbling up the breaking events. No one pays attention to the Garou sludging through knee-high filth in echoing, cavernous tunnels that may well have lain undisturbed since the day they were built.
And all the while the pull of the caern through the Fetish grows stronger for Jim...
(yu gan)
Leading the way with the mentally relayed directions from the center. Yu Gan checks for traps or ambush as they go*(erik)
Erik spearheads the formation, a blury, indistinct form the the enemy is likley to pass up and die because of it. In one hand he holds the shotgun fetish, in the other a desert eagle pistol, loaded with fire. He watches Yu-Gan carefully, letting the scout do his job,.(kemp)
About all he could do was move along with his group, following. Warm enough he didn't need a heavy coat, which meant one less thing to ruin in this endeavor. Long scraggly hair blowing and lifting with the wind. Shoulders hunched with his hands in his pockets. All the while his gaze was darting all about.(jude)
*Moveing along with the group, fang dagger out and ready to use if it is needed, keeping an eye out for anything that may be happening*(decker)
Decker trudges at the rear of their loose formation, like this was another day on the Riverfront, like this was another walk through Skid Row. Head down. Shoulders squared. Thuggin' it along. No visible weaponry. Certainly no fangs and teeth.And every so often, he glances over his shoulder. Casual.
--
And in the Vanguard, it's still quiet. A blasted, shuddering short of silence. It's only 9pm. They're moving through the bad part of town, but even so, there should be some movement. Some sign of life.
There isn't.
This is the calm before the storm...
(curata)
A late arrival, and another last minute addtion. Ahroun by birth, the Fianna brings up the rear of the group, loose street clothes donned in all black.(keegan o'shawnahey)
~Kegan a last minute addition moves with the front line he is in a pair of jeans a white shirt and a denim jacket he stands an even six foot tall he moves quietly along keeping his ears peeled and his eyes sharp~(james)
Blood Eagle leads - Silence trudges at the rear - there are others scattered between
Jukebox finishes the triangledark eyes roaming on instinct
near-black pits framed by dreads
covering the direction he seems to know his packmates don't
one arm's stiff from the pipe hidden up his sleeve(erik)
He looks ahead, then left, right, leave the backtrail to Decker.(yu)
*At the front he keeps his ultra keen eyes and nose peeled for any hint of ambush or trap. His life since age 8 for this express purpose.*(decker)
The wind is howling.
(This is Chicago. The wind is always howling.)Yu Gan's directions -- which are really Jim's directions, but no one knows that for a reason -- are passed through signal and glance, doubtlessly. They've led the Vanguard steadily out of the city's heart, steadily out of the financial district and its towers.
Steadily toward the lakeshore where it gets colder and colder. Wetter and wetter.
They can't smell salt -- this is not an ocean, even though it seems as huge as one. They can't see the water yet, either, but they can see the buildings become lower and lower, the factories falling behind, the warehouses falling behind.
They were leaving downtown. Leaving the riverfront. Leaving the lands the Garou had roamed and claimed, and heading for the edge of the great water.
A putrid scent on the air. Was that..? --No. Just rotting fish.
Still quiet.
(kegan)
~Kegan quietly moves foward looking around and listening as well. He smells the air now theres a smell he has not missed from boston rotting fish.~(kemp)
Wolf he might be, sometimes, but he was still a city kid and now they were heading for the lake? Crap, they better not need to go swiming cause he was likely to sink like a rock if he didn't show off his prowess at swiming by doggie paddling.(curata)
Madoc didn't quite understand where they were going, but he follows. Quiet and somber, waiting for orders to be given. He was here for a purpose. To kill.(system)
to Yu Gan, ::Vanguard::, James: The joys of totem phone. Jim Larson doesn't even need to think solid thoughts to pass across what the fetish gives his way. the link simply must be open.easteasteasteasteast
It's like a pulse, a third heart beat.
Lub-dub, fullmoonrage and easteasteast...
The more they walk, the more his skin tingles. The farther east, the more it starts to feel like his nerves are on fire. Scalding and pricked, like boiling water was slowly replacing the blood in his veins.
(yu)
*Turning Yu Scents the air and leads them east*(decker)
They look almost calm.
They look steady. Solid.They eat up the ground with their loose, lean strides. Wolves in men's skins. Their hidden weapons. Their hidden claws and teeth.
But they are on edge.
Oh, they are on edge.A skitter of a newspaper across the street brings the Modi's grey eyes flashing to it. His rage spikes, its scent heavy on the air. Then subsides. He grunts. Calls quietly up.
"We close, Yu?"
(jude)
*Jude walks closer to Yu Gan, he watches his back very closely, Yu being one of the garou in this city that Jude not only likes but actually respects as well*(erik)
Erik watches to the west, opposite of their turn, while the Van files past. He then lengthens his stride, after a nod up to Decker, James and Kemp even, and catches back up with Yu.(yu)
*He pauses and tilts his head. Sending a query. He shakes his head a bit and a whisper escapes him* Close... ER.. * And he starts to move again.*(james)
the wind is howling
(that's the night calling to you, Jamey-boy)
the wolves are out
(think you'll live through the night and see your birthday next week?)no familiar trenchoat this time, the guttermutt's down to bare essentials
some surplus tan jacket over faded thermals all that keeps that wind out
too bad it doesn't do much to keep out the smell of rotting fish
even if your pack's lived in a Port or riverfront for the past year
sometimes it's more striking than normal....one little nugget of information filed away
(don't think about tomorrow, boyo)
James just keeps himself alert and ready to act
(you never know if it'll be there)
and strangely. deadly. silent.(yu)
*Whispered to their number* Skin.. tingeling.. priceling.. like it's on fire... intensifying as we move east... get ready....(kegan)
~Kegan looks around now getting ready oh biy is ready bring on the fight lets get it on bitches~(jude)
*Clutching his fang dagger under his jacket, ready for anything, whispering a question back to Yu* Spidy senses tingeling?(decker)
Close.
"Don't like it."He voices, low, the thought in all their heads.
"'S too fuckin' quiet."
They're leaving the last of the buildings behind. The ground is flat, flat, flat to the horizon. They can see the water now, dark in the distance. And the looming shapes of huge horselike dock cranes. The machinery of the docks and the ports, silent now in the few hours after closing time, and before reopening at the crack of dawn.
The freighter ships floating in the harbor. The waterbirds are sleeping.
Quiet. Quiet.
(kemp)
The whisper meant nothing to him. He gave a return nod to Erik and other than that, he was skittish as he could be. It was all he could do not to run his mouth so there was noise.(erik)
Erik was born ready, has spent his life becomming as ready as any garou ever was or could be. He's spent weeks preparing for this one night. He's ready. Oh fuck is he ready.(kegan)
~Damn does he hate it when its too quiet that never ever is a good thing. Well not so far in his life anyways~(digital voice - communicator units)
The comm flashes to life, Kirils voice.
"SPIRAL!!!"(curata)
Dark brows rose upward, looking towards those that spoke. A low growl rising up in the depths of his chest as he walks.(decker)
Decker grimaces at the sudden yell in his ear, one hand jerking up to the comm unit -- "Shit." To the others - "Spirals - " - and then to Kiril, "Where?"Where?
That STENCH again.
And oh no. It's not rotting fish.Yu Gan places it first.
It's rotting FLESH. Weeping open sores. The wind blows just right and suddenly they smell it everywhere, everywhere -- the scent of decay.And a cackling mad whining laugh on the air.
The lake is in sight. The scenery before them: an abandoned shipyard, the listing skeletons of ships hulking in the full moonlight. Ancient as the ruins of the roman coliseum. Creaking and groaning, some of them in water, half-sunken, some of them on the sandy beach; some of them on the cracked asphalt that paves the land near a shambling old hangar where the freighters had once been built, once, in the boom of Industry.
Those days are over.
These days are dark.
This shipyard is abandoned.And it's due east. Right where Yu Gan has been leading them.
It's gotta be it.
"Let's run, motherfuckers--" and the Modi breaks into a sprint toward the abandoned shipyard, like there was some sort of finish line to cross.
(digital voice)
Brand, snarling.
"Spiral activity. Keep alert. Let's pick up the pace."(jude)
*Looking back as Jude hears the word Spirals come out of Deckers mouth he pulls his dagger and runs as fast as his legs can carry him, and being a Strider that's pretty damn fast, in the direction that Decker is running*(yu)
*The Scout draws his katana and sets off into a Jog as to not leave the rest behind*(erik)
He doesn't even nod at Decker's command. He is already ruinning, senses keyed up. He speaks into the mike... "Van is moving East. Follow close. Double time."(digital voice)
Rasputin, one of the fang's, voice over the comm, sounding a little strange, a little distant.
"Umbra, dead and quiet."(kemp)
No weapon to worry about, so when Decker said run, the kid started running. He might not be very big, but he was fleet if nothing else. Muddy brown hair blowing back from his face with the speed of his run. Arms pumping as fast as he legs were.(kegan)
~He quickly takes off a running with the Modi he is running for that abandoned ship yard just waiting to be able to shift and start kicking asses~(dv)
Will's voice, comm.
"Spiral spotted. One of the Twins is down. Kin engaging units to the north east"(curata)
The command had been given and Madoc follows persuit, breaking off in a quick sprint, moving with surprising fleetness.(decker)
Runningrunningrunning -- the street falling behind them, leaping the fence into the barred off, closed, abandoned, wrecked shipyard - over the cracked asphalt, under the shadow of a great and rusting freighter --(Shit!) Simultaneously, Erik and Yu Gan realize there's a fucking problem.
It's an ambush.
Half a second to call warning to the rest catching up --(yu)
*Yu Gan's voice comes back over the com and to the Vanguard* Ambush. Engaging now!*then the scout shoots into the air. Shifting on the fly into crinos. His fetish launching him clear of the first slovo*
(jude)
*Hopping over the fence shortly after Yu Gan and Erik...to late*(decker)
Ambush.
Indeed.Suddenly there's onetwothreefour-- six, TEN, ten fucking Spirals pouring out of the cracks and the shadows. Two dive for the area Yu Gan had just been in. One is on Erik, and would be on the Rotagar's back if Erik hadn't seen it coming.
The other seven? They flex their claws, waiting for the rest of the vanguard to hit.
[Come on, pussies. Give us your best shot.]
Decker, steady and even and pissed off on the commset: "Yu thinks we found the place - but we got comp'ny."
Then he tears the comm set from his ear. Fucking thing was DISTRACTING him. Tosses it on the ground. Whoever wanted it could pick it up.
Him?
He was roaring into Crinos, the black axe flashing out of his arm and into being.
Let's rumble.
(erik)
Yu Gan does a fine and concise job on the comm, so Erik stays silent to keep chatter to a minimum. Then battle is joined. One spiral, is that all. He unloads a few rounds into it, rounds that cause wounds that won;t heal so fast, before going tooth and claw on its ass. Yes, suddenly he is in Crinos.(james)
let's run, motherfuckers
James waits - a length or two behind
he's always been the backup
at least they aren't leaping....ambush!
there's the sound of smooth metal sliding against calloused skin
the pipe slipping out of his sleeve to the call of gravity
railroad spike driven through one end glinting from oblique light
dreadlocks lengthen into shaggy Crinos coat
(rotting flesh, shiply graveyard, mad cackles..... who cares about the veil)
talons drag against a wall [razor] then James catches up to the restripping into the first thing he comes across
(jude)
*Seeing the two Spirals go after Yu Gan Jude shifts into Crinos form, the hulking mass that resembles the Egyptian god Anubis, with fang dagger in hand he lunges twards one of the two*(kegan)
~Kegan was in the midst of shifting as the now nine foot red and white crinso stumbles into combat with the first spiral he finds Kegan is swaying as if he were pissed off his tree he stumbles a step or two from side to side as he faces off with a spiral~ Come on you.. bitch ~His words slurred a bit~(system)
Umbral drumming. It suddenly breaks across the com system.Interference. Static.
Then dead.
They're cut off.
(curata)
There was no telling this Scotsman what to do.. even as the others started to shift upward. Like a chain reaction, Madoc is bursting into Crinos, massive and dark grey furred with white undermarkings...(yu)
*Yu Gan comes down beside the strider. His katana wheilded by crinos strength, aided by gravity, aimed at the second BSDs neck(decker)
For the first few seconds, it's total chaos.In the shifting shadows and moonlight nothing's quite clear. There's snarling. Growling. Static -- the comm units dead. And more snarling. More growling. Fists and fangs flashing. Blood spilling.
Pain, destruction, death.
The first seconds are over and three Dancers lie dead. Shredded, some decapitated. Who the fuck knows who killed them. Some of the Gaians are bleeding already. Erik, from a claw to the (you guess it) face. Yu Gan, from a bite to the shoulder. Decker, a long scratch on his hide. Kemp, a chunk taken out of his arm. [1 damage each to the above.]Then a moment as the two sides size each other up.
"FORM UP!" That's the Modi roaring battle orders to his pack. They're only facing seven Spirals now (haha. that's it? what a joke.) - and one them, their leader, a twisted thing with a second, parasitic, siamese head stuck to his first, cackles his hyena laugh. Spits something unbelievably obscene, Garouspeech, not words but impressions, filthy emotions.
(yu)
*Shifting on the Blurr of the milky eye, Yu Gan forms up on the Ahroun. Ready to flank if given the order. Decker knows his speed*(( BLUR OF MILKY EYE))
(kegan)
~Kegan stumbles over to Decker and all in all to those watching Kegan appears to be totally drunk even as he stands still he is gently swaying side to side even his eyes look a little droopy if he is prepared for an attack is anyones guess~(kemp)
He was panting and bleeding, though already his body was working to seal the wound to his arm. Then there was that thing with the two heads and he couldn't help it. His mouth shot off even as he moved to get back to back with James in formation. "What the fuck? Which one of you has the brain, you or your ugly brother the dummy stuck to your ass? Oh wait, is that your face?" Everything more or less growls in garou, but he was getting his point across with gestures that went along the lines of jerking off and blow me at the sametime. Taunting, he couldn't help it, it just came natural-like.(jude)
*Even though he's not really part of the pack Jude forms up on the pack oposite side of Yu, Jude being the other one with speed and knowing that unity is necicary now*(erik)
Erik stands tall with Decker, blood dripping down his face from some superficial wound he doesn't even feel. He looks the alpha spiral, the one that looks like the alpha, right in the eye, and unleashes a predatory snarl that has cowed much greater foes than that pathetic thing. (Snarl of the Predator)(curata)
Salmon's Leap activate, Curata breezed over the fence in a swift leap, coming down with claws ready to strike. He moves forward to engage one of the spirals..(james)
there's blood and bodies on the ground
it's dripping off the Garou
it's dripping off the end of the Gnawer's spiked pipe
it's dripping off the tips of all their clawsnot too shabby, so far
formed up with the rest
standing as a proud, deadly, and unified front
James locks his gaze on those they face
[Staredown]
a lopsided grin creeping over his scarred muzzleyeh.... bring it
(jude)
*Getting himself in the killing mindframe Jude starts to quietly sing to himself, it's odd but it's his way of doing it...kinda top gun like, he's singing the song bodies, how appropriate*(decker)
Form up. Form up.
This might be the only time all night they actually have TIME to form up.And form they do - well. Most of them. Kegan. Kemp. Jude. Erik. James. Decker. Lars. Tucker. ((took the liberty of putting you in there, tuck))
They didn't think to one another.
They didn't have to.
Simultaneously, Erik snarls, James stares, Decker shows his teeth.Three different foes hit. Never underestimate the power of intimidation.
And then, as Curata streaks past them, Decker gives a short, sharp bark and plunges forward. Won't let the man face the enemy alone, now will we?
Grim: Th' Alpha first.
[BSDs #1-7; #1 is the Alpha, the one with the siamese head. Pick a number and tell me who you're hitting.]
(jude 5, curata 1)
(tucker)
The Street-King remains silent, forming up when told, his breath isn't heavy, nor is it shallow. It just, is. The combat high is exilerating.The order comes and Tuck flies in for the one who defers only to the other, with a siamese head. Taking as many clawed shats as possible for it's chest, looking for a heart in the ribcage.
((#2 the beta, spending three rage and clawing the fuck out of it.))
(yu teaming up with jude against 5)
(kegan)
~Kegan stumbles foward to the first spiral he can (number 3) andhis hand snaps up and his claws slash into its throat trying to rip it out~ (Using a rage so slash with one hand then the other)(curata)
(Hitting #1-the Alpha. Spending 2 Rage: bite, claw)Teeth and claws barred as Curata streaked by Decker. He's moving towards the ugliest one of the bunch, the Alpha, rage fueling his attacks.
(kemp)
He was still running his mouth, even as Decker's words came cross to him. Close to James, stuck like stink to a skunk. "You smell like your momma! Stink!" And then he was rushing claw and tooth into battle. Going right for #4.(erik)
Erik thinks, just for a second, of letting a blast from his shotgun fetish off, even though it would hit Curata as well. That would teach im. But this isn't the time. He lunges with the fianna, taking down the ahroun. (split for 2 attacks.) And Erik attacks with unimaginable strength that none outside of the Eagles could hope to match. (#1)
(shoot. I meand spend 1 rage for 2 attacks. still playin exalted ;)(james)
Eagle pack works as a fine (if ugly) machine
first strike : intimidation
second strike: hell's furyJames takes the last direction from the others and barrels into a Spiral
nothing but the sound of pipe and claw hitting flesh(#7, 1 rage, using claws w/ pipe follow through)
(jude)
((Damn, didn't know we where posting what we where doing to them too))
*Jude looks at the ugly mofo and gives him a cocky grin (Spending 2 Rage) Sitting there with his dagger in hand Jude dose a distracting flip back and forth along his hand to get the Dancer looking at it than he palmstrikes him with the other hand, than he slices at him with the knife and stabs at him with a heavy thrust*(yu)
*Yu mearly slips around the one Jude's bouncing aound with and with a slice of mighty arm and blade goes for the back of it's neck*(decker)
And it's like oceans crashing together.Quickest, Curata, going for first strike on the Alpha BSD. He gets it, and it's a good one, damn good. Curata feels bones crack under his claws. But he also gets, for his troubles, a claw plunged neatly into his navel and slitting right up to his diaphragm [4agg]. The two leering deformed faces cackle fetid breath in his face. The thing's UGLY. UGLY. UGLY.
But it's a damn good fighter, too.
It doesn't cackle for long, though. Decker and Erik breach around Curata, one on either side. The axe flashes. Claws flash. BSD #1: fuckin' ribbons, motherfucker.
Meanwhile, Jude and Yu Gan attack at seeming random, one from before and one from behind, converging in on #5. His fellows on either side come to his defense, not fast enough -- #5 dies, but #4 sinks fangs into Jude's shoulder and refuses to let go [3agg]. #3 seems to be having trouble hitting Yu Gan, though. The fucking Uktena was BLURRED. And then Kegan hits him from behind and he turns, snarling, to take on this new foe.
Back to the Eagles: James splitting off to the side, claws raking down #7's chest, a pipe smash to the head sending the Dancer down dazed, but definitely not dead. Teeth snap. James' achilles tendon on the right foot, also snaps. [2agg, limping]
Kemp and Lars smash into #4 together, heaping onto his back. Their claws and teeth tear into the thing, but it just. won't. let. go. of Jude.
In fact.
An inch from death.
And almost certainly dead in 10 seconds.
It's fucking laughing through its deathgrip bite, its beady eyes glistening with manic humor.(OK, good to go. next round! repost if you already did, cuz it got scrolled off. BSDs #2,3,6,7 are still alive. so's 4, but not for long - lars and kemp are on him and he's almost dead. he's also still chewing jude.
once again, tell me which one you're attacking.)
(yu)
*Around #3 an inky cloud forms. ANd into that inky viscus tarry cloud, the already invisable uktena spins, going for yet another slice from behind. his speed simply mind numbing.*(one rage for extra action)
(kemp)
Growling, using all he had in strength to tear at the fucker chewing on Jude. Claws tearing at the neck of the thing to try and take the head off. It might still be bitting the guy, but at least the head wouldn't be attached to the body.(jude)
(#4) *Howeling with pain Jude looks down at the Dancer, in Garou speech* You think your fuckin funny don't you?
*Jamming the Dagger right into the Dancers skull, just enough to slam it into his brain and not pierce his own arm* Laugh that off jackass!(tucker)
It's not dead. The Street-King snarls at his foe. Clawing again twice at it's chest, Staring into it with a purity it's breed can not afford, trying to cow it if he cannot kill the blasphemous wyrm-thing before him.(1 Rage, attacking #2 twice, claws))
(erik)
Erik peels off from the dead alpha in the opposite direction of Decker. A momentary lapse in danger, a few paltry feet of personal space left vacant allows him to blast another three rounds into another twisted spiral. This buys him a moment to activate the Wyrmscale. (#6)(curata)
Curata gags on the putrid breath of the Alpha, growling out at them before its demolished by the Fenrir flanking him. He staggers back, the wound burning through his muscled torso as white fur now stains with blood. However, there is no pain to feel. Thank God, brother Bear!! Massive head swivels around to see what still stands, bounding away with the energy of a Salmon, fueld by the gift still, the springy Fianna is charging onward towards another foe, moving forward with his fleetness to aid James in the take down of another spiral.(Attack #7- One Rage: Bite)
(james)
motherfucker
probably the first sound out of James all night is the snarling yelp
one gift the Gnawer hasn't learned yet is anything related to resisting pain
and that sumbitch's teeth hurtthe metal pipe smashes into the Spiral's skull
(where'd you think he got his deed name?)
claws sink into tainted flesh and pry the fucker away
(getitoffgetifoffgetitoff)
leveraging with all of Eagle's granted might(stiiiiiill dealing with #7)
(kegan)
~Kegan quickly tries to rip open the Spirals chest with his next claw attack (6)
(decker)
Kemp's right.The head isn't attached to the body anymore, not after the latest strike. Still, still, the thing is slobbering and chewing [2agg more], and only when Jude slams his dagger home does the manic light in its glaring, bulging eyes finally flicker ... and fade.
Meanwhile, around Yu Gan, there is darkness. Unfortunately, it's darkness only he can see through. The katana whistles through the air and slashes the Dancer(#3) across the back; but the thing is strong, solid, and far from dead. It lashes out blindly with its claws - catches Tucker [1agg] in a glancing blow. Tucker, meanwhile, has been at work on the beta-Spiral, but now finds himself lost in darkness he cannot see through. That's no problem. He can feel, and his handpaw is clutching the mane of the Spiral. He can feel it squirming. The mane itself, not the Spiral. The mane itself is squirming, slippery, oozing -- a breeding ground of maggots and worms.
Kegan is at the edge of the inky cloud. He attacks the sixth Spiral, but the monster is huge, much larger than all the Gaians, much larger than even his brethren. His skin is thick and warty, and when Kegan strikes him, he can't seem to break through.
Erik blasts into the same Spiral, from behind. The bullets pock the skin and thick fluid that isn't blood oozes out. But the spiral (#6) seems barely wounded, and now, lumbering, turns about to thud towards Erik. Decker is at his Alpha's side.
He's uglier'n you, Erik, the totemphone jokes, grimly.
Curata - brave Fianna, direly wounded but undeterred - leaps to James' aid. Between the two of them, the Spiral (#7)'s skull is smashed, its spine dislocated, its flesh torn and destroyed. Quite dead.
(2 is badly wounded, but now invisible in the cloud. Tucker's on him. 3 is slightly wounded, in the cloud - only Yu Gan can see him. 6 is the huge one lumbering toward erik and decker. all the others are dead.)
(yu)
*Yu spins. the katana going back into his body mysticly and POUNCES #2 from behind in the cloud. Then like a light. The cloud flickers away, leaving #3 spiral seen to all*(kegan)
~Kegan quickly moves to get the big ugly bastard he goes to punch him but he is not hitting to do damage he is using Gaias gift of falling touch to knock down the brute and hopefully the others can use the fall as a prone attack~ ((6))(tucker)
He can't see. In the high tongue he calls out with the Fury of all of his breeding. "Where'd the fucking lights go!?" No matter. He lurches forward. trying to get a lock with his jaws on the creature.((No Rage. Bite at #2 will try and lock onto him, if not kill him.))
(decker)
(tacks this on--) Good idea, Kegan. The big ugly bastard goes down hard, and the ground SHAKES under him. Decker jumps on it immediately. "DOGPILE!"Literally.
(kemp)
Well he couldn't let his pack face the big ugly one without him. "Yo, ugly fucker!" And he was running to launch himself tooth and nail at #6, trying to get a good chunk out of him if nothing else.(erik)
Totem phone: The fuck he is!Erik and Decker square off against the brute. Erik circles away from his packmate, stowing the desert eagle and placing the brute between them. These two don't even need the totem bond to know the exact moment to leap, one high, one low. (2 rage, claw, claw, dodge)
(jude)
*Deciding that he's not getting caught IN the dogpile Jude decides to use the gift create flame and creates a fire UNDER the now fallen Dancer ((#6))(james)
the Gnawer snorts
whether it's an acknowledgement of Curata's help
or a misplaced amusement at Decker's totemphoned quip
it's up to others to decidelimping heavily on that mangled right ankle
he's clambering up with devastating determination
(never. abandon. pack.)
and launching towards the ongoing attackdogpile it is
(curata)
Blood stains his fur, some of it his, more of it, the Spiral's He gives James a quick bob of his head, turning his eyes upon the growing dogpile. He doesn't join it, however, turning his attentions elsewhere across the area to scan for more trouble.(decker)
Tucker gets a jawlock on the Beta (#2). He also gets a mouthful of squirming invertebrate life. Bleechh. But no time for that now. Suddenly the weight shifts in the darkness - Yu Gan is on board. Between them, Maggothair collapses.Then CLICK, lights back on. #3 revealed, blinking. Even the light of distant streetlamps and the moon seems bright after the total darkness of Yu's Shroud. It's almost comic, the way the Dancer paws at his eyes.
It's not comic at all when he dives at Kegan, landing on his back with all four claws rending [back attack, 5 agg.]
Everyone else? Dogpiles. #6 is big. He's tough. He's bigger and tougher than most of them will ever be. The Father is Great. The Father is Strong. The Father is Powerful.
But the Father can't protect him when four raging Eagles descend at once. In seconds, the mountain of tough-as-sinew flesh quivers, jerks once, goes still.
Six down. Only #3's left now.
And in the distance, they can hear the clamoring growls and howls of their fellows. The center is at last catching up...and with it, the Theurges.
It hasn't been so bad.
It's almost been... easy.(kegan)
~He lets out a scream of pain as his back is ripped open and flies off a blurr of snapping and clawing~ ((2 rage turn on resist pain, then claw claw (3) ))(tucker)
Turning he spits a mouthfull of maggot-fur into three's face as he leaps at the last of the spirals. [Not enought it's a fucking.....] "Watch for an AMBUSH!" He screams as claws dig into the the third dancer from the end of silver lined tree trunk arms.(spending 1 Rage, two claw attacks, #3)
(kemp)
Doing a dance in blood and guts on his way out of the tangle of dead #6 and his packmates. A quick look around, wolfish head swinging back and forth. Blood matting fur and muzzle. Claws dripping goo. Ears twitching with the distance howls. Too easy. Sending the thought across the link. It was never easy, besides, he was still alive. That meant something really bad was coming.(jude)
*Looking around* That was too damn easy...it ain't over *Walking over to #4 and ripping two of his fangs out* Trophy's.(yu)
*As Tucker leaps away Yu makes sure this one's well and truly dead.*(rick: to James: Fancy a little crazy misdirection? Say a couple of us with wyrmscales run ahead, pretend to be Dancers, and try and divey some of the approaching bad guys?? )
(blood eagle)
Things look well enough in hand here, so some quick talk over the totem link and Erik has a plan. He spills it. "James'n I is goin to meet da wyrm. We'll try n turn 'em, make 'em tink ya went another way."(decker)
Too easy.
Too easy.Decker - no, in this form, we call him Silence - nods once to Kemp, pale gray eyes narrowed and untrusting.
"Too easy," he voices aloud.
While Kegan and Tucker take down the last of the Spirals, he looks over his party and assesses damage. Jude, Kegan and Curata worst off. Bloody Bandages activated and tossed to them -
At Tucker's hair-raising cry, Silence winces and gestures for him to hold his tongue.
And then there is...
quiet. Again.(jude)
*Catching the Bloody Bandage and placeing it on my arm, feeling a slight bit of relief from it*(decker)
Silence pivots to face the Blood Eagle, his digitigrade stance oddly almost-graceful. Wolfishly light on his feet."Meet the Wyrm? Where?"
No accent in this form.(curata)
~GS~Thanks, mate.Words rumbled out to Decker with a sharp nod. He catches the bloody bandage to place over the gaping wound that sliced up his torso, healing up completely. The bandage tossed aside, revitalized and ready for the next round. Curata awaits, looking at the Eagles for direction.
(tucker)
He's been taking orders from the Modi long enough. Pack or not, it's the Garou he respects more than any other. Standing, heaving over the body of the last Spiral he nods, then looks about. "There are more Silence-rhya. Kemp is right, far too easy."Voice ringing with a newfound honor, no longer the mewling junkie. He knows his place, and he's keeping to it.
(kegan)
~He pushes the bandage onto his back and he groans as it heals a bit but not all but he is grateful for it but he listens quietly for any more signs of trouble~(erik)
"There'll be more." Almost submissive to the Ahroun. surley not dominante. This is Decker's call.(james)
the Gnawer chuffs another grunt
the all. too. quiet. moment taken for what it provides
a time to catch his breath
a time to use what's left of the shredded tan jacket as a wrap for his ankle
skin's shredded and tendon fucked
but he'll make due
least he can still limp on it
velvet ear flickering to listen to his two packmatesthey're all Fosterns
but they still outrank him in his eyes
he'll follow their lead(decker)
"They will come to us soon enough." He moves his head, his muzzle pointing out the lay of the land.The rickety old hulls. The tilting, groaning docks. The rot, the rust, the desolation, the decay of this place. "What they want is here. This is defense, not a hunt.
"We stay together, Blood-Eagle."
(kemp)
Nearly jumping around with trying to watch all directions at once. Waiting for Yu Gun to point a direction again, or worse yet, something to either freakin come out of the ground and eat them all or drop on their damned heads. Fur bristling, eyes a golden green in the dark, reflecting what little light there was here.(yu)
YU GAN:The theurges arrive... * his voice disembodied among the Vanguard*
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Posted by james at March 26, 2004 12:00 AM
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