July 31, 2005.07.31.05. - 1 down 1 to go [eagle pack] *ul[forum]
(tristan/am)
Tristan had finally received permission to go and see his sister. His heart broke with the sight of the battered, terrified form, but even so, he tried to get her to remember. Even when she slit her own wrist with a piece of glass to try and end it all (it'll all end if I'm dead, it'll be all over let me die, i hate you mary worth!) and it took both him and AnneMarie to hold her down and get it bandaged up again. He asked gentle questions, he got some information, but little more then that, trusting AnneMarie to compile it and send it through the Totemphone to the rest of the Eagles.And then She came.
Cackling and taunting, and swinging that bloodred rosary - striking Tristan across the cheek (...marked...) hard enough to bruise and swell and....burn.
AnneMarie wasted no time in striking, buying Tristan just enough time to get Andrea to the door, just enough to stumble outside - just before Bloody Mary disappeared again.
It doesn't matter where they are. She will find them. A call made to Moira gets healing for Ani, and small charms now worn by both kin - every little bit helps. On the dirty mattress left over from way back when the Eagles first arrived in Chicago, Tristan lays awake, with his sister pulled protectively, possessively to his side, wrapped in his arms as she finally gets some sleep.
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Totemphone'd offerings throughout the evening via AnneMarie:Full name for the dead kid? Judus Worth. Coincidence? Unlikely. Cub, first changed to protect the kids in Jersey.
Kids lost it. Spinning in circles, laughing. Says once she's seen your face, you're marked and dead. Was some sorta initiation into the gang back in Jersey that called her first.
Eddie tried to get the kids to go with him last night - that's when all hell broke loose. Rats came running, darkness, mary. Then the men came...
- damn it!! -
tried to slit her wrist. Took us both to get her bandaged up. Molly, other girl, told them about some kid with a comic book, had dreams and shit, kept them one step ahead of Mary. Until last night, of course.
-TROUBLE!-
Got Tris with the Rosary, I did damage, but not enough. Hovering at the ceiling. Cackling. Tris and Ani almost to the door. Someone run pick up awFUCKME
She's gone. got charred remains of the rosary. Bagging them up. Tris and Ani are fine, but shaken up. Need more back up here - I barely hurt her. Fucking bitch. Said something bout 1 down, 2 to go right before she split.
And now, AnneMarie continues to pace. Watching. waiting. Prowling. Listening. On some shelf, the bagged charred remains of Bloody Mary's famed Rosary.
(kemp)
Anger laced with panic coming across the totemlink when Kemp started getting the info from Annemarie.~What?! AWWwwwFUuUCKMEe! How the hell is this bitch getting in? She has to be using the water or mirrors to cross just like we do. Something reflective. I'm gonna pull her balls off and stuff them up her ass! She hurt mom?! BITCH!! What about Moira? Where the fuck is she? Sumofmotherfuckinbitch! I'm on my way. Shitmotherfuckinsumbitch! I don't get this burning shit if she drowned or drowned her kids. Crazy bitch is wacked in the head!~
Ranting on and on while turning his bike in the middle of patrol with a squeal of tires and burning rubber. Heading.....shit....
~Where the fuck are you now? Where the fuck am I coming to? I'm gonna kill that bitch. I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! Sumbitch I knew it!~
Heading as fast as he could for their location as soon as it was clarified.
(hyde)
Hyde headed on over as well. Hopping the El and riding it to the nearest platform. Stepping off he headed down the stairs. It'd been a while since he'd been to the old werehouse.The clomping of the steel capped boots heralds his approach and he sends a mental warning just incase AM was still jumpy.
Ahroun could get jumpy.
And when they did, things could 'accidnetly' get beheaded.
It's me.
Pulling open the door he steps in, Sliding it closed behind him, the Godi shifts to his breed form to sniff about a bit.
(am)
Post battle, the Modi's mental voice is deceptively calm. Kemp, he's bruised, but ok. They've laid down to sleep. Moria came, healed the girl, gave them a charm or something to ward away bad spirits, and went home. Tristan wouldn't allow her to stay. We're at the abandoned Warehouse still. Figure she could get us in the open if she could get us in here, may as well let them sleep while they can.The Godi gives warning, and even with it, she's spinning around. She's homid again, but everyone knows that takes no time to change for the metis. A nod, up, when Hyde enters and she grabs the bag of the charred rosary remains. Don't know if you can use these for anything, but here's her beads she threw at me. Flaming. Bitch.
That'd be twice Mary's tried to burn the Modi. AnneMarie's getting rather irritated about it.
(hyde)
Hyde inspects the beeds, then slips umbral to look at them there and question some spirits...None are helpful and all seem to be purposefully running him in circles, afraid of the bitch, apperently more than the massive Godi.
Snorting in disgust he looks around the umbral reflection. Hackels raise and his hands flex.
Stepping back across he motions AM over to him and looking around again he confers with her silently. As to not spook the others. Speaking softly via the totem bond. Even then it's a whisper. Just in case.
Nothing really to find here. No spirits bound to the beeds. They seem to be solid and a physical manifestation much like the spirit does here itself. Spirits on the other side are being evasive as fuck. Meaning they fear talking about IT, more than they fear what I'll do to them if they DON'T.....
There is a pause and Hyde looks around again and whispers even quieter over the totem bond.
There's another bane watching.... I can feel it but I can't see it. It's invisable... It's out there but past that I can't really say where and they can fly... if it's smart it's not going to be with in reach like the last one was.... keep that in mind when you.. well you don't talk to them but keep it in mind. We're being watched. I'm going to see about doing something about it but I can't do it here. Also going to work on something to help with this bitches fasinations....
(am)
AnneMarie's lip curls in silent snarl as she listens to the Godi. She closes her eyes and rubs her temples a moment, before simply nodding - and squaring her shoulders. She's not one to cuss often and with such colorful inventions as the Rotagar, she resigns herself to her grandmother's training now. Calm. Though it's no doubt the fury seethes underneath.Lovely.
The modi is tired. Clawed up, burned, faced it alone, ready for a nap. But what she says instead is.
What do you need me to do.
The pack often tends to describe her in one word.
Steadfast.
Now you know why.(hyde)
Hold the fort. Kemp will be here in a few minutes. Fill him in on the... situation. And.. just in case, keep the mention of this things name to a minimum, incase it really does summon it.Keep the beeds. They may help in a questing stone rite later.
I'm going to the caern and gonna do some Godi stuff. Hopefully... it'll help.
Shifting reluctantly back down to his homid form he heads out. Already thinking of what he had to do.
(kemp)
Kemp made a few stops on the way. First he stopped and picked up a Super Soaker, the kind with the big water tank. And one of those hand held mirrors. And a Memorial Day fake flower stick em up in the graveyard arrangement just so he could take the big tacky white cross out of it. Stuffing things in a backpack for travel. Then there were stops at a few of the Catholic churchs. With help of his gift, he blurred so maybe no one would notice something was sucking all the holy water out of the fonts. Sure it might not work, sure he might be nuts, but hey he watched movies. He saw Lost Boys. Might not be a vampire, but Holy Water might work on this thing too. Sending across the totemlink.~Almost there. Won't be long now.~
Flying through the streets to reach them. Racing in as soon as he got the bike stopped.
(tris/am)
Tristan looks up as Kemp comes flying in, arching a slight brow at his... items... that he's picked up. He doesn't move from Andrea's side, where she finally seems to be getting some much needed rest. Instead, he raises a hand toward Kemp, and when he's close enough grabs his hand with a squeeze. "Hey kiddo - We're fine."Well, phycially, anyway. Andrea's resting peacefully, her injuries healed, and Tristan - who would not have let Moira help, prefering she concentrate on the more greviously injured kid. Tristan still bears the mark of Her crucifix across one bruised and battered cheek. The mark itself is much like a rugburn, sensitive to the touch. Around it his eye and cheek show the mark of minor damage. A couple days and it'll fade back to his normal pretty looks.
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AnneMarie arches a brow at the holy water getup, but true to form, says nothing, and continues holding down the fort - now with backup.
(decker)
Decker passes through once or twice, even does a few hours of watch while AM goes get some sleep.He spends most that time pacing the warehouse and scowling though. And first thing he does is send Tristan home. They'll call him if they need him again. But should shit hit the fan, there was no way he was going to try to protect two screaming kin.
That night, when the dusk settles and he's free to roam the streets again, the totemphone crackles open.
Imogen's lookin' up tha license plate. Kemp 'n James, y'all git anythin' outta those gunmen yet? We don't git some answers soon, we move tha kid ta somewhere defensible, line tha pack up in a p'rimeter 'n use 'er as bait.
'M goin' to tha Caern, callin' up th'other Alphas, see if they heard 'r seen anythin'.
(tris)
The first thing he did, was send Tristan home.Tristan, of course, resisted. Started to open his mouth, stopped. Shut it. Started again. Shut it. Finally he kisses his sister, and promises her he'll be close by, and turns to stalk out - muttering with a growl "She tried to kill herself - to stop this. If..." And he stops again. Likely because he expects the modi wouldn't care. It's not his kin, after all, just a Gnawer girl.
And SLAM the door is flung open, ricochets off the handrail and back again, and Tristan heads home. As ordered.
(kemp)
"Don'tcha worry mom. I'll watch after her for ya."Kemp was trying to reassure the frantic, upset Tristan even though he had a real problem with someone trying to kill themselves. You went down fighting, not taking the other way out. Oh he would watch her, and watch for the witch.
~Naw, I ain't got nothing yet. Waiting for the fuckers to wake up or die or something.~
(decker)
Y'all see this?There's a copy of a newspaper clipping (More News thread) taped on the fridge at the west packhouse. A copy of the Urban Legends one too, though he didn't read the whole thing. Too damn long and it gave him a headache.
(hyde)
Hyde had seen them. The packs 'reader' as it were. He hadn't commented on them. As they tended to back up what he'd told the pack the other day and everyone other than Kemp had ignored. That along with the lack of thanks for making the talens to help protect their asses, with no thank you or anything had the Godi a bit punchy. Not to mention tired from making all the damn things.His reply would be a grunt.
(am)
Hyde is not the only reader in the pack. AnneMarie has heard all the information related, and assimulated it all. It is not like her to speak when she has nothing to add to the conversation. As things are being discussed, she listens, but rarely comments. Such is her way. To assume she has not listened, or has not read... well. Perhaps hyde does not know her as well as he thinks.They are all punchy.
She takes the time to read the articles that were placed on the fridge. Quickly at first, then more slowly so as not to miss a thing.
Interesting. The comment, so that it is known she did indeed read it. Then. Any possiblity of speaking with the accused? She does not know if Imogen could get them into the jail, or if someone else in the Sept could. But it certainly seems a good idea.
Of course, most ideas seem good at the time.
(kemp)
Kemp stood before the fridge, squinting with a frown of concentration. Lips moving as he sounded out words, reading, trying to comprehend what he was reading. Most of what he got sorta just sounded like what Hyde had said, only not about the parents getting locked up and shit. Stepping away from the fridge or opening it to look inside if anyone came along. Not wanting anyone to see his difficulty in reading.~Blue lady? What the fuck? What we got, Xmen running around now?~
Grumbling over the totemlink.
~Now wait a minute. How did this blue woman turn up when called if no one knows her true name and ya gotta use it to call her?~
Frowning, reading over that part again and again. Maybe he read it wrong?
Over in the corner of the room was another pack, he'd been busy. He'd filled another supersoaker to give to Hyde in trade for what Hyde had given him. It wasn't special and magical, but he wasn't a Godi either. Also he had several rosaries he'd gotten his hands on. Not about to say how he got his paws on those.
(hyde)
Hyde had taken the holy water with a sage nod and thanks to Kemp.... then when the young Fenrir was getting food or watching over the girl. Hyde had taken a few moments to secretly awaken the water in Kemps super soaker. Granted the spirit of holy water would likly be a bit preachy in the umbra, but Kemp didn't likly know spirit speach.. this way, perhaps... the water might do something if Kemp shot it at the bad guy.Ya never knew....
and..... it might just fucking work.
(kemp)
It seemed sometimes things you saw in movies just clicked in your head at weird times. This was one of those times. Hocus Pocus. It flashed in Kemp's head like a flash of lightning. Next thing he did when he could turn the watch over for a few was run out and snag salt. Boxed, bagged, Morton's, Sea Salt, rock salt, koesher, all the salt he could smuggle out. It took many stops and lots of sneaking. Next, salt piled up under the moon and he prayed to Gaia like he had prayed his heart out as a small child to some faceless God to come take him away from the pain he lived in. Hopefully this worked better than those prayers had.Next move was going to Tristan's to spread the salt in a thin line all around the outside edges of every room in the house. Next he lugged what was left back to circle every room in the building they were keeping Andrea in. Yep, in Hocus Pocus the witches couldn't cross a line of salt. Well, sometimes there was a grain of truth in things and he was ready to try anything. Sometimes belief had power, like a name. If a name and belief could bring trouble, maybe it could stop trouble.
(decker)
Ain't on our turf so I passed tha info to the Knights, Watchmen, Mischief 'n w'Eluhs. Seein' if tha Silver Fang Josephina kin git 'em inta jail. If ya wanna go take a sniff, Annemarie, git in touch with her.
(james)
No. his packmates can feel the frown on mental impression Think I hit one too hard, and the other's still drooling.once the Fenrir were through with the article, the Omega tribesman follows-up
James taking his turn muddling through the lengthy conglomeration of text
several minutes passing as he backtracks over a few specific paragraphs
questions slid across TotemPhone lines as they randomly focus enough to ponderDoesn't say how she knows when to turn up, just that she does. Need to know her true name in order to give her any power. Says she brought rain for the flowers 'bout the same time as some hurricane.
What about The Special One? Any clue who she could be? Or the boy and girl that wishboned bane said bi-otch wanted?
Mmmm... he knows better had a little wolf, whose fleece was full of shit....
Ruhiger, what'd it say that first night at the fountain? "Trouble born, trouble scorn.... nothing...... Worth? A bloodline's end".... right before Judas summed up?
(am)
Brows furrow slightly as she tries to remember. She was mid leap toward the kid at the time, and trying to pull back at the same time. Finally a nod.~Yes, that's it - she said ~Trouble born. Trouble scorn. Nothing Worth a bloodlines end~
The rest she's still trying to sort out herself. Point her where to fight and she fights. This is just weird.
Posted by james at July 31, 2005 12:00 AM
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