June 05, 2004.06.05.04 - something wicked [this way comes][downtown]
(something wicked - ST)
downtown. place of freaks and geeks galore. sights and sounds thick and heavy, the city comes ALIVE on Saturdays after 7pm... slow and sleepy, but surely waking up.some wake up rowdier then others.
(chuggachugchug...chug. shit goddammit! chuggachuggachuggachugga WHOOHOO!)rip that chord baby. alleyway, just down from the
two (three?)
kin.
walking.
[Deadman walking! walking the green mile! dead man walking here!]chainsaw ROARS into life, and the screeching squeeeeeeeel of edged teeth being drug along brick. closer. closer.
(and underneath, a child SCREAMS “no daddy NOOOOOOO!”)
(sophia)
*blinks hearing the noise* What the ... ?(imogen)
"A pleasure to --" the sound of chainsaw teeth scratches rends in her nerves, causing her spine to straighten and the hair on the back of her neck to curl, the slender woman twisting around to look in the direction of the alleyway, jaw tightening, pulse pounding in her throat (... the saying "heart leaping into your throat" comes from the tighttaut feeling you get in your chest and the way your throat tightens, when you're afraid...) as she stares."Jesus fucking christ," her hand beneath the fall of her jacket. Habit, really.
This doesn't have to be anything, she reminds herself. A kid playing with a tool. Construction. She's too jumpy, she tells herself. It's been too long amidst Garou and Fenrir and too long with fading scars beneath her clothing.
Never the less.
Clickpop
The restraining flap on her holster comes free.(something wicked)
If the sound of chainsaw doesn’t set the teeth on edge, the laughter that follows will... mockingly “no daddy no! don’t hurt me!’ Waste o’flesh you are! fuckin waste o’flesh, th’best part o’yeh ran down the crack o’yeh momma’s arse, didn’t it now! now STAND STILL! It’ll only hurt for a second.....” and the laughter again...followed by a childs terrified screaming and the sound of wild scrambling over boxes. Chainsaw teeth scream across brick, bounce off as if swung and missed, the mad cackling continues....
(sophia)
What the fuck ... ! *she thinks child ... chainsaw ... child ... chainsaw ... child and starts moving swiftly towards the alley*(imogen)
Consider this:
Imogen doesn't care that it's a child screaming. She has no soft spot for children (none that she will admit to, anyway) or a belief that of all things, children should be pure and left unharmed, uninjured.Consider this:
She'll go anyway.
She would have investigated the noise, even if there had been no screaming. And maybe it says something to think that she would react to save an adult as much of a child, or react simply because she feels it is right, and this is what one should do.Or perhaps as one Fenrir Modi put it in the middle of the night, when she could barely breath with cracked ribs, she has a death wish.
"Yeh got somethin', or yeh just gonna use yer hands?" caustically inquired as she doesn't wait for an answer, the hand beneath the jacket again as she pulls her gun, a revolver. Full out run toward the alleyway.
There are some kinfolk who should have been born a Garou.
Imogen is not one of them.
She'd have died before her rite of passage.(sophia)
*only has her two knives, not much against a chainsaw*(james)
it wasn't that long ago that James had untangled himself from whatever provided itself for bed in the hours following Marissa's party, though from the tangled jungle-vine mop of dreads falling over his shoulders in a semi-permanent state of bed-head-disarray.... one really couldn't tellhe could have perked up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed to greet the rising sun
he could have crawled out of some hole five minutes ago
there isn't much of a difference from his normal appearence
faded BDUs are too worn and soft to accomplish sustaining anything so structured as wrinkles
t-shirts clinging to muscular torso in about the same, weathered state
in fact, the only details which would remotely suggest the Ahroun's groggily hungover state
would be the careful temper of his walk.... and the rather obvious aroma of beer still clinging to himas enthusiastically as Dougie hosed him from the keg last night
he'll need a damn sandblaster to fully eradicate the evidence
and that's where he's strolling to now - one steamily hot shower that will have to substitute for sandblasterbut intentions are interrupted by the deafening sound of the chainsaw suddenly destroying the street's white-noise ambience (sounds like a motherfucking JACKHAMMER).... if that wasn't enough to make him regret ever setting foot out of the grave representing being conscious....
..... the sound of the child's screaming is
dark shadowy circles under his eyes do little to dampen sudden ignition
deep umber irises flare immediate eruption the Full Moon's drunk-and-schmooooked-to-passivity Rage
spinning mid-stride to make a bolted bee-line across the street
closing in on the alley mouth opposite Imogen and Sophia's approach
(unknowingly trapping the modern-day Leatherface between himself and the two women)inside it's gateway shadows, oblique streetlamp highlight is unnaturally deflected by eerie glow
inks on inner right forarm swirling, crawling towards gravity's relentless call
dropping a three-foot length of steel pipe into his hand
dedicated weapon shining wetly in twilight's glow
unforgivably sharp tip of the 9" railroad spike welded at one end sparking
(just like a sick, merciless, blood-hungry diamond)
long strides devouring the distance leading within alley's covetous walls
not too hard to realize the raggedyman's murderous intentthe fuck is going on?!
the FUCK couldn't it wait until after he found some Tylenol?!(something wicked)
Consider....this.when the mouth of the alleyway is breeched, there seems to be nothing out of the ordinary to be seen... alleyways always look about the same, just the placement of boxes is different, the amount of debris, the number and angles of the dumpsters. This one is no different. One dumpster, about halfway down, angled to partially obscure the back half of the alley. Boxes strewn across the area, and garbage that doesn’t make it into the dumpster a stinking smelling mess of flys and....well. you don’t want to know what the grayish slime used to be. trust me on this one. and avoid it.
Darkness is the order of the day – and for a moment, half a second, perhaps the thought crosses that you were imagining it all, it’s too calm, it’s too normal it’s too.... insane - for sounds like that cannot be all in your mind.
The deeper parts of the alleyway are covered in shadow, blanketed in sound, and suddenly illuminated with the sparks of chainsaw scraping brick again....
Dark figure stands, easily 6’5” burly as a lumber jack with his chainsaw in hand, holding it up above his head for a moment while that cackling laughter breaks through the night, before the ‘saw falls, scraping brick in languid, lazy trail after a group of shadows that resemble a scrambling child running toward the mouth of the alleyway, and the all too curious kin... growling laughter... “Come to papa! time to take your medicine...”
a swipe toward the child and it hits them all.
scent. thick. coppery. undeniable. blood.(....and the child screams..... arching forward, eyes wide and terrified... hands reaching for the kin... but they are too far away.... 20 feet... 19.... 18....)
And the figure..... sings..... deep gravely wicked laughing song... “Camptown ladys sing this song... dodah....dodah.... then they fuck all night long, aawwwwwww dodah daaaaaaaaaaay...”
(sophia)
*picks up the space, running full tilts to grab the child. Her heart is pounding in her chest, pressing herself to her maximum speed she can manage to get to the innocent child*(imogen)
Imogen does not quite run to the mouth of the alleyway, stopping half a second before reaching it, and angling herself for a view. She doesn't need much.As always, this seems almost surreal to her. Her mind works in scientific fashion, and the wyrm, the Garou and this war is anything but scientific.
She always feels somewhat disconnected in her rare brushes with the wyrm.
The gun must sound terribly loud to Sophia. The bullet must seem terribly close. Because she is running into an enclosed space after a victim, and Imogen just pulled the trigger directed into the same enclosed space, focused on the perpetrator.
7 bullets.
six.(james)
it's really nothing too far out of the ordinary for a Chicago alley
oodles of trash, treacherous gray slime, blanketing darkness, unearthly silence, showering sparks....
even the madman weilding a chainsaw really isn't THAT novel in this day and age
(you've been to Wonderland, Jamey-boy, can anything earthly really top it?)
however, the coppery scent of blood assaulting animal senses pushes it just a bit. too. far.red splatters brilliant swath across dirty alley floor
red floods to fill the Ahroun's narrowing tunnelvisionCamptown ladies sing this song... doodah... doodah
beneath the mop of jungle-vine dreads, the raggedyman changes
closing to little more than a handful of feet behind Leatherface, he seems to grow
cant of head hiding Glabro features pushing the humanity out of his face
shadows patterning features deepening as ropey hair swings instinctual cover of the shiftThen they fuh-uck all night long... oooh doodah daaaaaaay
Thunder. Claps.
shockwave rolling through the filthy alley
narrow walls precisely directing it's riptide flow
(something wicked this way comes, allright)
Imogen's firearm blast surely couldn't be... that... loud
however the timing is immaculate
and while his Gift may send the injured child and rescuing women sprawling
it sure does serve to purchase majority shares on Leatherface's attention"Ev'r think a pickin' a some'ne y'r own si'e?"
primitive orthodontics mangling already slurred words into something only recognizable as a murderous growl
Bring it.((yes, using gift Clap of Thunder))
Sophia's WP: 6D10 Dice Roll: 1; 3; 5; 6; 6; 10
Child's WP: 5D10 Dice Roll: 8; 2; 4; 3; 1
Leatherface's WP: 5D10 Dice Roll: 3; 3; 10; 8; 9
Imogen's WP: 8D10 Dice Roll: 6; 7; 9; 1; 7; 8; 4; 2
Imogen's shot: 7D10 Dice Roll: 5; 10; 2; 4; 5; 7; 6
Imogen's damage: 7D10 Dice Roll: 7; 8; 9; 7; 6; 10; 7(something wicked)
”gonna fuck all night!”Sophia is running for the child, putting on a burst of speed that sees her go all out, holding nothing back in efforts to reach the child in time... sensing freedom is close, the terrified little one screams again, falling forward and scrambling on all fours toward as blood, hot, thick, slippery wet pours down her back...
“Aw it’s just a scratch, where ya running to honey?!? sing with me! gonna fuck all day! spent my money on the five dollar whore”
Shot fires into the alleyway aimed for the chainsaw toting madman, who is in mid swing toward the child once more scooping it low... double shot of sound pounds through the alleyway.
SLAM
the child goes sprawling to the ground, stunned, unable to move (...so much blood...)
Sophia falls stunned.
and yes indeed, Chainsaw’s attention has been successfully diverted as he staggers back from bullet that hits him square in the chest “Fucking hell!” though it seems it was more the momentum, and the sudden lack of breath as one lung collapses that just... pisses. him. off.
Squaring up to James then, he snarls and finishes his song... “so now lets fuck your way...” and he rushes James, chainsaw swinging in mighty arch, intending on cutting the interrupting fucker in half.......
(imogen)
She did not quite get sent sprawling, but her ears were ringing from the dual assault of James's gift and her own gun going off.Gaze diverts toward James squaring off with the beast with a chainsaw, and one might very well say she's relieved that the raggedy Gnawer was there, as she starts to edge her way cautiously into the alleyway, heading for kinfolk and child, the smell of blood filling her nostrils.
(sophia)
*her ears are ringing and her head feels like someone has slammed her head against a wall. Crawling in her knees, she reaches the child and does what she can to stop the flow of blood by pressing her jacket to the child's wound*(james)
when Leatherface turns as obligated by James' purchase
he's faced with the portrait of the Ahroun calming standing there
three foot pipe propped on top of his right shoulder
one feature his dreads don't cover shining in all its forever lopsided glorythe Gnawer is smiling
it's the expression so recently introduced to his gesturally communicative repetoire
fanatic's intent twisting what was once so easy a positive grin
into something downright frightening compared to his more commonly known mellow and casual demeanor
(it's the beast's primal lust for blood spilled in war)
to some, making him almost unrecognizable
(and bloodscent's thickening in the confined alley)until of course he leverages the pipe off his shoulder, tip nodding towards his temple in mocking salute that accepts Leatherface's dance proposal
chainsaw's swung in a mighty, charging arch fueled with lung-collapsed wrath
the horrible, crescendoing sound of chugging motor screaming most unfairly unto his hangover's ear
and the quite possibly percieved as utterly insane raggedyman takes a step into it and down
taking himself under the swinging path of crazily rotating chain
leveraging his weight into sending the steel pipe - and hopefully it's pointy tip - into the monster's belly
(Swing home, Jamey-boy!)
(spend 1 rage: dodge plus attack)
Leatherface attack: 5D10 Dice Roll: 7; 1; 4; 7; 10 - HE MISSED! BOOYEAH!
James attack: 7D10 Dice Roll: 8; 2; 6; 10; 9; 9; 6
Reroll 10s: 1D10 Dice Roll: 8
James Damage: 12D10 Dice Roll: 9; 9; 7; 9; 7; 9; 6; 9; 10; 3; 3; 4
Extra die cause Mei forgot his modifier: 1D10 Dice Roll: 2, 1D10 Dice Roll: 3
9 sux - one FLAT fomor(something wicked)
squared off, the collision is deafening, raggedly man smiles, and steps into the swing and the shock of such defiance, such impudence causes swing to go wide and completely miss the raggedy man.The raggedy man is far more seasoned, and with mighty swing (...batter up!) the lead pipe finds home and swings into Chainsaw’s soft belly, already slippery with blood from single mighty shot from unseen gun... shock paints itself across his face – it’s not supposed to happen this way! and with last fetid breath, he slumps forward, final whisper an ominous... “...daddy.....”
Who’s your daddy, bitch?
Behind James, the shimmer of something, the displacement of air that signifies... he is not alone. You thought it was child and daddy, but it seems it is child, big brother... and here. comes daddy. Massive Crinos of mottled grayish black fur appears behind him, and with a wicked snarl from slobbering maw.. in twisted version of Gaian’s High Tongue “He. was. MINE...” (Should have stayed in bed, Jamey boy....) no matter the fact that James’ back is to him (spirals do not play fair) Daddy swings, twice, in rapid succession....
~~~~~
And let’s not forget the child. Sophia crawls toward the child, coat pressed against his back, and he scrambles up, crying hysterically, into sophia’s arms, little arms wrapping tight around her neck, tight due to the all out terror suffered, blood now sliding down the both of them....
little face is nestled against Sophia’s neck, breath falling in harsh cries, jaw open, little teeth....
...little.....teeth.....
Jaw dislocates, suddenly, spreading maw impossibly wide, too wide for a child and CHOMP lock on to the side of Sophia’s neck, holding wicked tight....
(kemp)
Zipping along on the bike with an inward smirk to himself. Considering naming the motorbike, Precious. Helmet in place, face shield down. Hunkered over the bars.(imogen)
"Son of a --" that there is a war formed Garou in the small environment sears across painful nerve endings, even as she dives for Sophia and the child, covering distance as best she can.Hell was paved with good intentions, and calloused or otherwise, she cannot in good conscience blow the little kid's head off.
It has nothing to do with the child and everything to do with the fact that its jaws were locked on another kinfolk's neck.
So a blow to the kid's deformed head with the butt of the gun will be a good substitute. Yeah. We'll go with that.
(james)
STEEL pipe hits home. hard
knocking air out of the remaining lung
nine inch spike sinking uncomfortably deep within soft belly
then. RIPS. FREEred slashes angry arch over brick wall
but the raggedy Glabro doesn't spare the time for smugly satisfied grunt or victory's dance of joy
(daddy's comin')
black ghost filtering in from the dregs of pounding hangover
far more reasonable explanation it would seek revenge for the party's killed keg
yet.... its closing in far. too. fast to classify as a shadowperson fucking with him
not to mention those talons look remarkably real... and pointy... andHe.. was... MINE
... ow. check the volume, dude. and that breath.....Spirals don't play fair..... neither does James
especially when influenced by the swollen moon high above - and one helluva headache
wrath exploding for the simple offense this happened before he found Tylenol
much less any tactics learned having fought this War for far too long, alreadyEagle's answer to his call screaming lightning across spiritual skies
(.... lend this faithful son your mighty strength....)
just before he turns. army-issue field boots wedging purchase on the stained asphalt. and swings. twice. in rapid succession.[Then you should take better care of your toys, bitch.]
(drop 1 rage for additional attack, add eagle totem strength)
Child attack Sophia: 4D10 Dice Roll: 7; 7; 9; 5
Sophia dex+brawl: 5D10 Dice Roll: 4; 1; 5; 8; 5
Damage to Sophia: 7D10 Dice Roll: 7; 7; 6; 5; 5; 8; 8
Imogen bonging kid on head: 6D10 Dice Roll: 4; 5; 5; 9; 1; 8
Imogen damage: 9D10 Dice Roll: 2; 5; 6; 9; 6; 9; 9; 8; 9
James attack: 7D10 Dice Roll: 10; 2; 2; 5; 5; 10; 5
Reroll 10s: 2D10 Dice Roll: 7; 6
James damage: 14D10 Dice Roll: 4; 2; 2; 6; 1; 5; 7; 1; 2; 7; 2; 8; 4; 4
BSD soak: 4D10 Dice Roll: 2; 8; 1; 1
BSD soak: 3D10 Dice Roll: 7; 3; 5
BSD attack: 8D10 Dice Roll: 7; 2; 1; 5; 9; 8; 8; 2
BSD damage: 11D10 Dice Roll: 7; 4; 4; 3; 9; 4; 6; 3; 9; 4; 10
James soak: 6D10 Dice Roll: 5; 1; 8; 7; 2; 3
James attack: 7D10 Dice Roll: 2; 4; 4; 2; 9; 4; 8
James damage: 12D10 Dice Roll: 9; 6; 8; 1; 1; 2; 7; 9; 1; 5; 7; 6
BSD soak: 7D10 Dice Roll: 8; 4; 8; 10; 8; 3; 9
BSD attack: 8D10 Dice Roll: 10; 7; 7; 5; 6; 2; 4; 7
BSD damage: 13D10 Dice Roll: 9; 3; 1; 10; 10; 10; 2; 3; 1; 9; 2; 3; 10
James soak: 6D10 Dice Roll: 10; 6; 6; 5; 3; 3(kemp)
Swerving with the sudden familiar feel. Just about crashing into a parked car before gaining control of the bike again. "Oh fuck me!" At the same time his mind was clicking along with the rapid speed of his heart. ~ Who the fuck?!~ Trying to locate where that just came from and get there quickly.(decker)
"This way," out of seemingly nowhere (the eagles: they just come outta the woodworks) Decker jumps on board the bike behind Kemp, reaching right around the skinny kid to haul the handlebars around the way he wanted to go. Already in Glabro, his additional weight almost makes the tailpipe scrape the asphalt when they go slamming over the curb and through an alley.Shortcut.
(kemp)
Sudden arrival of his packmate behind him was enough, added with the sudden jerk of the handle bars and jump of the curve to have him yelping. "Oh! Fuck me!" Again. Man, he was never going to hear the end of this cause he was about to split out of another set of clothing in a matter of seconds.(something wicked)
The bite hurts. Really. really. badly. Blood flows like a river through too-large maw, and the fighting of the kin is ineffectual at best – doing nothing at all to dislodge the kid hanging from her neck. Imogen swings – and nothing, nothing! Talk about hard headed! the kid doesn’t even flinch, and is still, locked on tight, muscles and tendons ripping under the assault.~~~
James spins, and it’s clash of the titans once more. This time, one hit will not do it. This time, Daddy’s here.
And someone done pissed in his cherrios. Both swing twice, and both strike true. A grunt as the sharpened pipe finds it’s mark, fueling his swings that much more, wickedly claws slice at James’ soft belly, slicing him open, not once, but twice.
Daddy? Laughs. It’s not a comforting sound, it’s nothing but straight madness that SCREAMS through the system even as he rages, and swings, twice again.....
Bring it.
~~~
Kemp and Decker – ShortCut. Bike rushes through the night – here comes the calvary...
(....are they in time....)(decker)
A low brow, jutting jaw and suddenly longish hair and sideburns (...that looked just a little like the tufted ruff framing a wolf's face) rippling in the wind, he looks like a goddamn prehistoric Viking turned Hell's Angel. Can we fit any more contradictions in there? Letting the smaller, defter packmate do the driving, Decker focuses on hanging onto the seat under him while they go rattling and bumping around dumpsters, sharp turns, alley cats streaking by hissing their displeasure. Helmet -- who needs a helmet.Preflight checklist shouted into the wind next to Kemp's ear: "Callin' on Eagle?" (check/no) "R'sist pain?" (check/no) "Razor Claws?" (check/no) "'d go blurry too if I was you."
(kemp)
Oh that should be interesting. Blurry was something he could do. Leaning with the turns to weave around obsticals and pretty soon it looked like the Decker beast was holding onto air while the bike drove itself.(james)
Daddy's here. Daddy's pissed. Daddy's.... laughing.
James seriously. SERIOUSLY. should have stayed in bed
at least it would have saved him the alley showdown with some yapping poodle on crack and his leatherface boytoyguts doing their best attempt to tapdance past his belt to the rhythm of that infuriating laugh don't help the matter
the Ahroun falls back a recuperative step and those narrowed eyes don't begin to tell the half of it
now it's far more personal than a ruined bowl of cheerios
Staredown.
gives him a moment to get gears connected and reverse his direction
animal-man features distorting into the creatures purely residing in nightmares
[You think -you're- having a bad day, Daddy?]
Crinos handpaw clenches fist around the three foot pipeclash of the titans, baybee.
leveraging warform weight into volleying swing
followed by vicious backhand matching the Spiral's double blow
It's comin. You ready?
following through with a third just for good measure(staredown, shift crinos, drop 2 rage for extra swings)
(imogen)
Alright. Hard head. That was discouraging. She had considered the child to ... well. Be a child, regardless of dislocating jaw, dangerous teeth and still moving despite the blood that pours down her back.Mistake that might well cost Sophia her life, if either kin doesn't get the upperhand soon.
Change tactics. Blows to the head not working. Bullet through the neck, the angle awkward and the shot difficult with the struggling.
She can't think of much else.
(decker)
His own checklist playing out in his head:feel no pain (check)
take no harm (check)
fear no evil (check)All geared up. The bike explodes out of one alley with a shriek of gears and engines. Both packmates, visible and blurred, lean left in unison. The bike veers, and the battle is in sight: a blur of monsters right now, really, the kin barely of note for the snapping-snarling of the two dueling Garou. Is that a laugh or a growl that sneers past the Modi's inhuman lips?
[ Lo, do I see my father; lo, do I see -- a hell lotta bitches that need some asswhuppin'. ]
Decker's got an idea, "Gonna throw ya at tha Spiral while yer blurred, alright. He ain't gonna 'spect it, seein' jus' me." It's not really a question. Decker's already grabbing hold of Kemp by the scruff of the neck in one hand, the back of the belt in the other.
Let's hear it for pack tactics.
(kemp)
"Oh fuck me!" Doing his best to shift before he takes flight. So much for the bike. Oh this was going to hurt like a bitch. Throw kid through air, new tactic and he was the ammo.(decker)
Someday. If they survived tonight. If they survived a hundred other nights like this. If they ever developed a real sense of humor. If they ever had a chance to sit back and reminisce....someday: they were gonna laugh their damn asses off over this.
The bike screams closer and closer, wide tires eating up the asphalt. Decker, Glabro and outmassing Kemp by a good two hundred, two fifty pounds, hauls the kid right off the bike and tugs him into the backswing. To the casual observer it looks like he's pantomiming a heave-ho! moment, with a large chunk of oddly blurry (flailing) air as the package-to-be-thrown.
Thirty yards... twenty...
Ten yards away, the Modi snaps to Crinos (the bike buckling under his weight, the proportions of a toy tricycle to a russian olympic wrestler) and hurls the blurry Rotagar forward with all his strength.
(FLAP THOSE WINGS, EAGLE BOY!)
[okay. heh. we're caught up. waiting for lessa to post before we post again.]
(james wagner)
James had gone back to the ruins of Claddagh's earlier, to see if he could salvage another keg of beer. Crows were known scavengers, after-all. He found nothing unfortunately and so decided to head back. That is, when his ears were alerted to the din created by the bikes, Decker and everyone else, so when he rounded the corner, all he had to say in his irish accent was, "Wha', th'fook?!" Decker in Crinos, Kemp being thrown like he was being used in a game of darts. This city was becoming a madhouse.to explain the absence of rolls:
Bodhar (21:00:50): heh. I'm not gonna keep track of anything at all. I'm kinda just gonna roll damage based on existing stats for things and that's it.(something wicked)
Two fomore. (Fomori?) One Spiral.(...these things run in packs, don’t they? Good or bad, there are always more then you think..)
........shimmer........
The roar of the bike gets louder, closer, almost here?
here.And this is what they see:
James against Daddy.Kid attached by wickedly distorted jaw to Sophia’s neck, injuries building, more blood loss as bones crunch under pressure. (5agg)
Imogen at her side, gun to the child’s head. BANG. The child seems made of steel! The shot rings true, blood spills, but it still. hangs. on. Imogen, however, is unhurt and still able to fight... if she could just get him to let go....
~~~~
They’ve got a plan, they’re big and bad and most importantly - they have arrived.
And so are reinforcements. From the umbra shimmers brother’s dearest. Two. (TWO Spiral Brothers, ah.ah.ah...) Twinned in looks, in abilities, in temperament. In other words, thought thought daddy was pissed? Times two – and these two go all out, balls to the wall, ready to resist pain until they can resist no more.
Daddy stands over James, who – while valiantly doing his best through wicked, wicked hangover (regretting that kegger now, aren’t you Jamey boy?) – staggers and falls, Daddy’s blows, though fewer, much better calculated to land with precision. James is not out for the count yet, but he is preciously close.... Daddy takes the time to laugh again, unaware that he is the target of flying blur heading his way... He rears back to finish James off with over-confident single, mighty, swing...
While one brother, upon seeing something flying through the air (in a beautiful, my beautiful ballooooooon) he turns to help, racing that way and with a mighty leap swiping twice at flying....whatever it is.... (Its a bird, it’s a plain it’s SUPERKemp! the wiry little EAGLEBOY!!) hoping his aim is true, in order to buy daddy time to finish off the Gaian...
The other, brother number two, is all about the newest arrival (Decker) on the now crumpled bike and with a RAR of outrage leaps and swings not once, not twice, but count them, four times in pure battle fueled fire....
Show us your might, Eagle boys.....
(james 7agg - INCAP, daddy 4 bashing 4 agg, sophia 5 agg, imogen unhurt)
(sophia)
*her breathing is hoarse and gasping, little strength left to fight this thing off as blackness is creeping around her vision and she fears she is going to lose consciousness altogether. Breathing is more and difficult as she continues to scratch at the child, breaking her nails as she digs into the eyes.*(kemp)
He'd started out with arms and legs flayling like a windmill but as soon as he was in the air, he was balling up as much as he could. Clothing splitting, helmet starting to give under the strain as he worked to shift while being launched like a missile. And what the fuck was that coming out of the corner of his eye? Better be Santa or the good fairy.(james wagner)
Whelp, if Decker was in Crinos, then why the hell not? James ran full-board to whom he felt needed the most help: the Kin about to get her ass handed to her, Sophia. While he ran, the Fianna shifted forms from Homid to Glabro, to Crinos. His features rippled, turning ito a blend of black furr with a grey underbelly. His tongue flicked out to lick his chops, those wicked Crinos fangs, as he came upon the Kin. Howling in the beautiful way only a Galliard can, he reached out with his hands to box the thing's head that was latched to Sophia's neck. Of course, this was no ordinary boxing of the head. A 9ft tall death machine was doing it, and putting all his force into the blow. He hoped to high shit it crunched the thing's head, but if Imogen's gun didn't work.. Well, we'll see.(decker)
Brother number two, with a RAR of outrage, leaps at Decker ready to split into a veritable Hindu god of multiple attacks, only--Y'ain't worth my time.
--to be faced by a snarl that lays back grey ears against grey head, bares teeth the size of a smilodon's incisors, flashes eyes as pale as ice.
True fear.
(one.)Brother #2 moves fast. But this is one Modi that's faster. Count them, the individual actions in a blur of fur and rippling muscle:
dashing past, axe swung around to chop into the spine of brother #2 (two); ripped out with a grind of bone on steel and aimed to cleave brother #1 right in half before he clove kemp in half (three, four, five).
(william)
*And from above comes every one's favorite.... information officer? Fucking kinfolk. Always getting in trouble.
He flys in from above and behind. Shifting to Crinos as he does. Massive black feathered monster thing as it swoops from behind... Screaching out the call of the "Eagles" From the Return of the King movie he makes Daddy spiral turn around. Just as his wickedly taloned claw feet go for the eyes in a fly by* SCREEEECH!!!!!!(something wicked)
Chaos. Total and complete chaos, and more reinforcements joining the fun...Sophia is dying. There is really no softer way to say it. She’s fighting with all she has and failing, as Imogen tries desperately to help... enter Sandman (exit light.....enter night... take....my hand....) who rushes past Imogen in full crinos to put the squeeze on the little (boy) monster’s head. [Squish your head.]
It does precisely...nothing. (we’re off to never, never land....) Except get the little bastard to let go – in that he succeeds, as the kid turns from Sophie and launches himself at Sandman, grotesquely large jaw now aiming to clench on crinos throat.....
but manages only to deep throat Sandman’s index and middle fingers, promptly biting them clean off. (James, 2 agg)
Imogen takes a step back – being that close to Crinos is not something anyone wants to do, and being in the way will likely get her killed.... when the kid disengages, she grabs Sophie and pulls her away from the fight, grabbing the Fianna kin’s coat and pressing it tightly to the wounds. Imogen Slaughter Field Medicine, 101. Fast and Dirty. Ever the calm one, one hand pressing tight to the wound, she turns, takes careful aim, ready to fire.... (Aiming this round)
~~~~~
It’s a bird!
No, really! it is! Will comes swooping down from on high and shifts to the hated corax version of crinos, aiming for Daddy as his hand rears back to strike, and with the luck of the Irish (see red band tied around ankle..) he miraculously blinds Daddy in one wicked claw – daddy flails, and Kemp, the amazing flying EagleBoy’s first wicked swipe sends Daddy falling to the ground, dead. Now that’s the way to cannonball! Unfortunately, Kemp is not unharmed, as Brother Dearest nails Kemp on the fly by, wicked claws slicing from hip across back. (3agg)The other Twin, deemed not worth Decker’s time as mighty ax swings into action, and he catches the full force in the back, but soaks it completely, feeling no pain at all... he turns, still in the thrall of True Fear, just in time to see his twin completely cut in half with a single strike of Decker’s mighty Ax – and in true spiral style, gives into the fear and turns tail, running for his pathetic life.... Decker, with a furious roar gives chase, ripping shreds from the cowards back with his claws... the remaining twin runs on....
Kemp, when daddy falls, spins and tags the kid in the back of the head, claws finally reaching through the thick skull to do damage, making the boy shake his head, a cry of fury let loose from grotesque lips as he leaps for Sandman again....
((total tally – Jukebox, all but incap, Kemp 3 agg, Sandman 2 agg and missing fingers, Sophie 5 agg, being tended to by Imogen, unharmed, Will unharmed..Daddy is dead. One Twin is dead, the other running for his life at 3 agg, Fomori kid 2agg....))
1. True Fear works for 7 rounds (it won't take that long, i think)
2. Brother 1 hits Kemp for 3agg
3. will miraculously manages to gouge eyes out on a flyby (EXTREMELY difficult)
4. daddy should be dead already, if he's got 4 and 4, so we'll lower that to 2B 4A *LOL* but either way, kemp still takes him down in his first claw strike.
5. James W bonks the kid on the head and succeeds only in hurting his hand. The kid now turns and goes for him.
6. Brother 2 gets hit in the back (decker's run-by) for precisely no damage
7. Brother #1 gets gooshed in ONE axe strike because his 11 soak came up with 4 successes, and 3 1's, reducing him to 1 succ total. HEH. BOOYEAH MOTHERFUCKER, WHO'S YOUR DADDY. *goes kiss kahseeno's ass*
8. other twin, seeing this, is gonna run for his life, considering he's still TF'ed.
9. kid bites James' index and middle fingers off for 2 agg.
10. kemp goes smack the kid upside the head w/ claws, for 2 agg.
11. decker chases after the running BSD
12. decker smacks him for 3agg, but he's still running.(will)
*willim fresh from his fly by squalks out* HIT UM LOW SILENCE!
* Zooming over Deckers head in crinos he rakes the fleeing spiral high, hoping decker is in enough control to listen*(kemp)
Snarling in pain and fury as he lands in a shower of blood and the remains of his clothes and helmet. The one that got him was already dead, that left the little shit running and the littler shit with the big ass jaw. A quick rake of claws over the wall to sharpen those razor claws before they swung scissor fashion for the kid. Left and right.(sophia)
*tumbles backwards and lets the blackness come, she can't fight it anymore. So tired ... so weak ... *
(decker)
If he's heard--
If he listens, there's no indication.Until, of course, the axe abruptly retracted into his arm and he hits the ground on all fours, huge and bristling and grey and hispo, faster, snapping at the escaping Dancer's hamstrings.
(sandman and simone, post! quick! *wants to start rollin'*)
(wagner)
He let out a howl of Rage, surpassing his Gaia-given Anger, gutteral and full of malice. However, he did not let that hinder him as the spirit of the fray of battle came to him, as his dark eyes turned virtually to dark flame. The Sandman struck first, with the undamaged clawed hand (one), to rake downwards diagonally from James' right to left with his right, while jerking his maw forward to quickly bite at the thing's own throat and probably most of it's upperbody (two).( Summary - Two actions: claw and bite, 1 Rage spent for bite. Spirit of the Fray in use.)
1. decker is running
2. bsd 2 is running
3. will is flying
4. kemp is sharpening claws
5. sandman claws for 2agg
6. decker chomps for 3agg, and hamstrings the fucker
7. will divebombs and rakes the back of the BSD's head and kills it
8. kemp claws twice in quick scissor-succession (both hands at once pawing in, if you can picture it) and hits for a cumulative 3 damage, reducing kid to incap.(something wicked)
The smell of blood hangs thick in the air, as Decker hauls ass after the fleeing bsd, the mighty reluctant hero, Will, flapping wildly behind. In tandem, they hit the fleeing spiral, Decker hamstringing him with one mighty CHOMP, and as the fucker staggers forward under the momentum, Will swoops and rakes the back of his head.Goodnight, sleep tight..... the last of the Spirals falls to the ground, dead.
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Seeing two garou attacking the kid now, imogen turns the full of her attention on Sophia, doing her best to stop the bleeding with what meager abilities she has when armed with gun and soaking wet crimson stained jacket. Sandman claws rake again and again, hurting the kid who recoiles with a wounded cry while Kemp is sharpening his claws. Kemps mighty arms sissor together, criss-crossing the kid, who with a final gurgling cry falls, loosing consciousness and bleeding profusely....
((total tally – Jukebox, all but incap, Kemp 3 agg, Sandman 2 agg and missing fingers, Sophie 5 agg, being tended to by Imogen, unharmed, Will unharmed..
The first fomore, Chainsaw, has been dead long time. Daddy is dead. Both Twins dead. The kid is at incap.)
(william)
*He banks hard and levels out. SNAP! A rain of black feathers and will hits the ground at a jog. Moving towards Imogen* Holy shit! SHe's one of Cliona's gals!(sophia)
*her breathing is gaspy and liquidy a horrendous sound as the flow of blood does not cease.*(awgner)
With a quick glance to Kemp, James delivers the coup de'grace, since my French kicks ass, and flips the kid's body over to slice apart his back with a savage rake of his claws, to sever the spine. It was only after all was said and done did he realize he was missing fingers, and the stumps were bleeding.(kemp)
Breathing heavy and pissed, his first thought when the kid went down was to do a dance on it's head, instead turning his attention to his fallen packmate when James does the deed to the kid.(decker)
Out in the street, the Modi clamps down on dead spiral's leg and, by that, drags him slowly back into the relative seclusion of the alley. The ground is painted in a wide swath of red behind him, the color glisteningly dark under the streetlights.His fur's still all on end. And he's not even going to ask wtf brought about this latest disaster, though Imogen's presence is, as ever, noted.
Fuckin woman wants ta DIE.
(fuckin woman scares tha shit outta me.)Noted, but largely ignored. For now. He pads to his packmate and nudges him with blood-stained muzzle, a clear entreaty to get up if he could.
Garouspeech, a low rumbling growl, "Who is the kin?" The other one: Sophia, gasping like a beached whale.
(will)
*Will looks up to Decker* Sophia MacDougal. Fianna kinfolk, bartender. 555-4345, 1345 West street.(kemp)
His speach just as growly. "Pain in the ass." Sending over the link. ~Fianna~ A snort and he was feeling for a pulse on James.(wagner)
James left Kemp to deal with James (Heh), and made off to see what became of the girl he'd rescued, if crudely. Still in Crinos, in the alley with Decker, Will, and the rest. "Fianna Kin." Garou speak. Amazing how his accent carried over. "Neva' seen 'er before, t'be sure. Seems like th'nearer we get t'D-Day, the more these fookers appear."(james)
one nudge
two nudges
three nudges, a shove, and fingers at his throat finally get the Gnawer to come aroundfirst reaction: bloodscent, trouble, Daddy...! RAR!
second reaction: vision clears - oh, hey guys
third reaction: owsomewhere around the fifth in the series of actions James is able to untangle himself
twisting in the pool of blood (sniiiiiff... yep, mine.... urfgh.) to sit up
brows furrowing in trying to comprehend through splitting skull
not quiet putting his thoughts into form, yet, but his confusion is clear
(Kin? There were kin....?)only after what's left of his shirt is stripped away to press against the worst of the wounds in his belly does vision swim towards the gasping fis...er.... woman down the way, and the others accumulated during the bloodbath
No clue. words clear as a bell in their minds, but sluggish Too involved with Leatherface to notice anyone else around.
(decker)
What a mess. Someone was staying late to clean up, tonight.Tha Fianna kin take care'a their own. Totemphone voice is always that southern drawl. Digging claws into the asphalt, the hispo-wolf shakes out his fur, blood and guts and god knows what else flying off in all directions. A few seconds later, he crouches, homid, his clothes stained and bloody, but largely still in one shape.
He looks right at James. Says nothing. But on the totemphone: Thanks.
He knows what for.
(kemp)
Hip and thigh starting to burn like hell. He'd heal faster in this form, but he had to get home, on foot now too and he couldn't like this. When he shifted back, he was going to be butt naked too. Streaking wasn't going to be too smooth with the slices across hip either. Not too good with the healing stuff, but he was trying to poke James' guts back in to his belly. "Gross."(sandman)
Well, he just sat there, and decided to shift back to Homid. He wouldn't heal fast like that, but once he got back to the E-Sixx he could sit in Crinos or whatever until his fingers came back. Stung like a motherfucker. Ripping a piece of shirt off, he wrapped it aroundhis hand tightly to stop the blood flow, and took the rest of his shirt off to place it beneath Sophia's head. "Dinna worry, lass. 'Elp's on th'way." Cliona! Git yer round arse over 'ere but quick. Downtown area, and 'urry up. We got kin here needin' fixin'.(james)
the Gnawer's nose wrinkles to portent a rather disgusted scowl
carefully tallying the extent of damage currently making his hangover approach unlivable
the Rotagar's attempts to help him reconstruct his GI system not. helping.
(seriously should've stayed in bed, Jamey-boy)
Decker's gift of blood, guts, and all other types of gore shower just icing on the cakeTell me about it. muttered across their minds, the Full Moon isn't even going to attempt producing sound much less organizing his tongue enough to form words Should've fucking stayed in bed.... Kemp's handpaw used to brace a particularly slippery and uncooperative bit of guts in place while his belt's removed and wrapped around t-shirt turned make-shift bandage ...... Fuckin' mess......
the complaint, of course, only half valid
it wouldn't be the first time he put his life on the line to protect someone
(even if he didn't actually realize she was there, intially)
and most certainly, it won't be the last
that much said in silence when the Fostern looks up at his packmate
deep umber earth meeting stormy grey skies for a few, clear moments
chin dropping in a nod[Always.]
(cliona murran)
Few things would make her leave where she is right now – but people needing her help is definitely one of them. A kiss for Logan as she untangles and crawls from the bed, jeans and t-shirt on, and into the bathroom. Snapping umbral, she shifts to lupis and runs... ~ On m’way – how many are hurt and who needs me th’most?~Thankfully she was at Logan’s, which is in the downtown area. Hold on – help is on the way.
(sophia)
*her eyes flutter open ... Christ, this is NOT the best way to make a first impression. She is vaguely aware of the people around her and accent of Sandman as it cuts through her hearing. Swallowing is impossible, breathing is hard going ... her lips are so dry. Damn kids!*(wagner)
Jukebox, Kemp's a little banged up, meself's missin' a few fingers, an th'Kin. Will was 'ere, but I dinna think 'e got 'urt. Looking down at the girl, he stroked her hair and nodded. "'Elp's on th'way, lass. Nae a thin' t'worry 'bout. "
(adding) Th'Kin's 'bout ready t'die.
(sophia)
*curls her fingers around William's hand and weakly squeezes. His is a face she knows ... *(will)
*He looks to James* You callin' for help man? You got that glassy eyeed look.
*He squeeses Sophia's hand* Hey... hold on. I told you to watch out for the bars.
*A soft smile*(wagner)
Looking up. "Aye. Cliona's on 'er way." James really needed to learn that healing trick himself, too, but that was best left to the healers.(sophia)
*her eyes betray none of the panic she feels. She can feel her life slipping away ... and she grips William's hand tighter as if holding on to this life.*(will)
*Will strokes Sophia's hand* Cliona is coming. Remember her? I told you about her? She's coming. Hang in there Soph.(sophia)
*watches him, unable to speak, short gasping breaths*(kemp)
Fuckin mess, shit, this isn't gonna come out of your clothes I bet. Trying not to hurt him while pushing the slippery organs around. Man, I think ya got extra parts or something.(cliona)
aye, runnin as fast as m’wee legs can carry me...And it doesn’t take long, as she truly was not that far away. skidding to a stop in the next alley over, she shifts to homid, and crosses once more to realmside, immediately falling into run again to the alleyway in question.
she knows the drill. Fight, heal, clean, get the fuck outa dodge. Rounding the corner and stopping short to take in the.... mess... she blinks... “Well nah, yeh all done went and had all th’fun without me. Someone call f’a medic?” a wink for Kemp, before she’s moving to her beta’s side, settling down next to the lass, offering a bit of a smile for Will.
“Well nah, who ‘ave w’here?” even as she’s already reaching for the coat, pulling it away from the wound and laying her hand against it. letting th’blessed touch of the mother flow through her and into the kin with the added benefit of breath of Gaia herself....
(will)
*He looks up* I'll call my Kin for clean up as soon as somone heal's m'girl here.
This is Sophia MacDougal... I called you about her eariler today?(cliona)
She nods to will. “Pleased t’meet yeh lass... aye will, I got th’message, was going teh call tomorrow. Guess nah it willna be necessary.” And the shoulder wounds, as massive as they are, heal to perfection under her hands...(kemp)
Allowing himself to shift down so he could handle the guts a little better. Butt nekkid, bare hip sliced open by claws, blood flowing down his knee to mix with James. "I got guts over here and they belong inside James."(cliona)
She winks at Will and James, before turning around to look at Kemp, chuckling. “Aye lad, hold him t’gether, here I come.” she pats Sophia, and stands, slipping a bit in blood as she reaches over, grasps the insides that are still falling, and shoves them in. “Sorry f’being forward, James... dinna hold it against me..” and once again, she lets loose Mother’s Touch into the gnawer.(Jumping in cuz he has to go.)
to Jukebox: 5D10 Dice Roll: 6; 7; 7; 6; 6(sophia)
*sighs with relief, her free hand goes to her throat ... her other hand still in William's*(wagner)
"Go, shortstack. 'Elp Kemp 'an Jukebox." Nudging Cliona on, he smiled down to Sophia. "James Wagner, at yer service, lass."(will)
*William helps her sit up and offers her his hankie. Then the silver plated little wisky flask. She IS fianna after all* Feel better?(kemp)
Moving back to give her room to work with a mumbled. "Thanks." And then he was limping for the remains of his bike. Mooning all of them with his turn and bend to try and lift what was left. "Oh man, oh this so sucks." Well at least part of the bike would cover little Kemp and his hairy cousins on the walk back to the factory. "Awshit."
(sophia)
*swallows and tests her voice by clearing it* What a great impression, James-Rhya ... *she frowns at herself*(james)
grunted after mind-numbing wince: I'll sort out the extras later.....most likely the young Fenrir was right
far as James was concerned about half of it looked like it didn't belong
but right now his priority was breathing past the tight cinch of belt
and leveraging himself to stand by a hand vice-gripped around Kemp's shoulder
gaint pool of coagulating blood mangling traction slowing ascent enough for Cliona to draw near
pull away the shoddy excuse of a bandage and shove. his guts. back. in. to. place.and if he regretted crawling out of the nameless pit that served as last night's bed before?
he is REALLY hating himself for it now.
ho. lee. chit.luckily she isn't privy to the Eagle's totemphone line
for what words it is the Gnawer discovers are still in his vocabulary
are certainly not appropriate for mixed company of any typefew tense cycles of breath pass before James' succeeds in eeking out a tiny "Thank'." past gritted teeth
genuine appreciation shows in the depths of umber eyes - but CHRIST that hurt like a bitch.
color returning to his face as stranglings tides of pain progressively ebb away
soon enough he's found his legs and thus completes the journey to stand
path to join youngest packmate by the bike's wreckage a far cry from direct or constant
soaked to the point of dripping shirt held out in apologetic offering
not the most fashionable of attire, but it covers more than what pieces of the bike would
Eh.... you were outgrowing the frame, anyway.....
shrugging any possible eulogy for the machine before he steps around and heads the hell home(kemp)
"Thanks." Taking the offered shirt to slide it on. Man, he looked like he was wearing an ugly mini dress. "My Precious, it's totally broke." Worse yet, he couldn't afford a new one, nor legally buy one if he could.[and out!]
Posted by james at June 05, 2004 12:00 AM