Ivan Press

[Lipstick stains] "Like, and... he evar notices my shoes, like evar. Oh-mygod. And I mean, like, I paid a ton of money for them. They are just like the ones I saw Kim Kardashian wearing in People," the bleached orange lack leaned against the counter of the sink in the rest room. In the background of the club, some remix of Technologic was thumping hard. It came through the walls, but true to form the club had done an amazing job at soundproofing the bathroom.

Everything was done up in blacks and brushed steel. Every tile was impeccably polished and cared for. Someone put some thought into keeping this plce clean or, at the very least, making it very difficult to tell if it was going to be dirty.

So, there it was, and the DJ transitioned from Technologic some mashup of Unchained Melody and Around the World. Overall, it isn't completely terrible. No one's listening to the lyrics anyway, they're more concerned if they can get up in each other's business. People writhe and grind and occasionally some neon-painted dancer draws some attention, and the crowd ebbs to allow them space.

They always flow back, though. People are predictable, moreso than the tides.

-----

The blonde isn't blonde tonight. She didn't want to be blonde tonight, so she decided against it and opted for a blue-and-purple wig. Some short little bob action that hits her shoulders. Cordelia's choice in attire (short, sparklie, and entirely too expensive), isn't built for comfort. It's built for dancing her ass off and... well... getting attention.

Part of the point of dancing is the performance aspect. Plus, you know, she can't very well work it in a pencil skirt. It doesn't work that way. The dress is a nice foil to the purse, which is a knock off of a very expensive purse that, quite frankly, Cordelia hated with a passion. But she could carry just about everything in that purse so she brought it with her.

The not-a-natural-blue ducks into a stall to text to her heart's content.

-----

The orange-haired woman looks at the blue, once up and over, and goes back to lamenting to her friend. The young woman she's talking to- a brunette with too much eyeliner and incredibly bright red lipstick- continues to touch up her makeup while her friend just blabs on... and on... and on...

"But anyway, like, what the Hell am I supposed to do? I mean, if he's not going to notice my shoes, he's not going to notice anything. He's only looking at, like, runway models and shet, and I mean, I lost, like thirty pounds for that guy and what? Does he want me to be anorexic or something because, I mean, you-" the not-a-natural-blue is ducking into the bathroom at this time "-I mean come on, like, she's a twig. That is so not healthy. How can he be in to that. Like, seriously, all those lollipops? What the feck?"

Her friend just keeps putting her lipstick on.

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] This is one of those clubs so awesome, so elite, so chic that it doesn't even bother having two bathrooms. There are men as well as women in here -- to facilitate bathroom sex, one supposes. There are large, spacious stalls; there are no urinals, but there is a trough along one wall, an inch or so of constantly running water rippling zen-like down its length. Half-height mirrors above it, so you could admire your fine drunk self while you took a piss. Or make eyes at the guy next to you, if that was more your thing.

You're not allowed to smoke in here, but that hasn't stopped several patrons from hitting off a joint. Ivan is smoking too, though it's not marijuana. It's one of his clove cigarettes, Djarum, black paper wrapped around tobacco and spice. He's loitering against one wall between two minimalistic sinks, casually chatting up a pretty brunette until said brunette's angry boyfriend drags her away by the elbow. It leaves Ivan smirking. Cat in cream is the expression.

He notices the not-a-natural-blue, then, though it takes him a moment to place the face. She looks different. Her hair's blue, for one. Her glasses are gone, for another. He looks right at her for a moment, curious, piercing, and then she's in her stall and he's outside and ...

... moments later when she comes out he's still there by the sinks, shifting over one to be beside the one Cordelia picks.

"Hi," he says, and blows smoke out the corner of his mouth at some unfortunate neighbor or other. "Rebelling against the blondeness, I see."

[Lipstick stains] "So, like, what do you think, Nicole? Do you think I should, like, dump him or something?" the conversation continues on, and it continues to be one-sided. The legitimate redhead continues to put on her lipstick, transfixed.

Cordelia inhales, smelling the scent of smoke. And it's an actually pleasant smell, come to think of it. She inhales once, twice, and opens her door in time to find herself looking up at... well... one of the few people in Chicago she actually has to look up at. The person who is stepping out of the stall next to Cordelia's- which happens to be inhabited by a rather attractive (but ultimately petite) young man. He coughs, and gives Ivan a dirty look.

He skulks off to the sink to go wash his hands. Conversation continues on without him.

Cordelia drops her cell phone in her purse and slings it over her shoulder, "hola... and I didn't want to be a blonde tonight. It didn't go with the dress."

Which is funny, because there's not a lot of dress for it to go with. Then again, she is tall, it could just be an optical illusion since she has legs that go on for about a mile.

"Do you spend a lot of time talking to women in unisex bathrooms, or is this a new past time?" The right side of her mouth quirks upward.

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] The corner of Ivan's mouth moves upward. "I'm here with Taylor Casey," he explains. "Minor soap star, major drama queen. Ridiculous dreams of hollywood glamour. She won't stop talking about herself. I'm hiding from her. She claims to be allergic to public restrooms, so she won't come in here."

He takes another drag. Ivan's the sort of man that looks good smoking cigarettes, the way silver screen stars looked good. Lean. Elegant. Unhurried in his motions, with such unmistakeably blue blood that the very act of smoking seems to underscore the eternal luxury and leisure he was born to. The Ragabash flicks the last of the cigarette -- a good half-inch or so left before the butt -- in the rough direction of the urinal-trough, then lets go his last breath of smoke.

"Thought you went back to Spain," he adds, looking the not-blonde up and down, "or maybe got mated to that uncontrollable Ahroun boy you were seeing. It's been a while."

[Lipstick stains] [I'm good at lying, I swear!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [ORLY]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 8, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [-_-]

[Lipstick stains] "That... sounds... how are you going to get out? there's one door, your escape plan is lacking, Señor Press, no es bueno," she shakes her head, slow and sad, like she was going to miss Ivan and his inability to get out of the bathroom meant that he was stuck with a fate worse than death- an evening with a narcissist.


He thought she went back to Spain.


"I did," she says. A moment. "I mean, I went back to Spain. Three weeks," she clarifies, and lifts up three fingers on her left hand; the index finger and her thumb come together, so it looks more like she's making the okay sign instead of indicating three. "Christian's out of town right now, he'll be back, though. He's not big on night clubs and I don't think it would be a good idea to take him out on a full moon anyway."

She says it with such utter conviction that it has to be truth. Whether it's true or not is an entirely different story. As far as anyone is concerned, Christian is out of town, he will be back, and the way Cordelia said it, it just had to be the truth. Just as real as the WMDs in Iraq and the unbiased coverage of Fox news.

"It was nice to be home, though. I didn't realize how much I missed Spain," she says.

The conversation continues at the sink. The orange haired female prattles on, and the male continues on washing his hands. He leaves, and the orange-haired female follows him, though she doesn't follow him out. The brunette keeps putting on her lipstick. Darker and heavier, and it starts to go outside of the lines, covering part of her face.

Her eyes are glassy.

[Lipstick stains] [Cordie: per+alert, diff 6]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [p/a!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 5, 8, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [WHAT THE FUCK, KAHSEENO. SILVER FANGS DON'T FAIL.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 5, 7, 9 (Failure at target 7)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [..... okay let's try it with PU.]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [WHAT. THE FUCK.]

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] Someone -- Sartre perhaps -- came up with the brilliant idea that heaven and hell are identical; merely defined by its occupants. There's some merit in that. None finds a narcissist so irritating as another narcissist. Ivan is primarily concerned with himself; small wonder he can't bear the extended company of a woman who only wants to talk about her own minor glories.

"Not at all," Ivan is going on to say. "I'll go back out when it's suitably late that we can retire to her townhouse, where we'll fuck our brains out and not worry about conversation at all. You see? Brilliant."

Cordelia tells some tale about Spain, three weeks, and Christian's absence. There's a big fat lie in there somewhere, but Ivan doesn't notice. It's arguable whether he'd care except on an academic level even if he did. He's not noticing, though, because he's eyeing the brunette now, the one who was not so much touching up her makeup as she was painting her face by this point.

He's a Ragabash, after all. It's his business to notice oddities like that. He notices -- but he makes nothing of it. Who knows what she was on. There are half a dozen drugs circulating in this bathroom alone. Not his business, anyway -- he turns back to Cordelia.

"I can't remember the last time I was in Spain," he says. "You should give me a tour someday."

[Lipstick stains] Cordelia's exquisite lie is wasted on Ivan's short attention span. The brunette at the sink has stopped putting it on her lips and is all but painting her face with it now, around her lips, curving upward into a false, macabre smile. The brunette- Nicole her friend had called her- smiles. And she doesn't... well, her teeth don't quite seem right. They're not as white as they had been, and instead look like, maybe, she'd had some bad luck with some club drugs. Like someone laced her Ecstasy with Meth a few too many times. Odd, because looking at her, she looks like a relatively nice, relatively fashionable young woman.

Ivan's talking to Cordelia, and Cordelia is stepping out of the bathroom stall. She's got a fairly good grip on her top of her purse, and her brows are furrowed. The expression on her face is one between confusion and concern. Ivan's seen that expression before, but probably not on Cordelia. It's the expression horror movie heroines adopt when they're about to investigate something that will, no doubt, end in them getting stabbed or falling down a flight of stairs.

Nothing good ever comes from that expression.

"Did you hear that?" she takes a few steps towards the door. The orange-haired female rounds the corner and seems very interested in her nails. They're long. Surprisingly long. Hadn't noticed that before.

"So anyway, like, Nicole, did you hear about-"
"JUST SHUT UP YOU VAPID CUNT! SHUT. UP. JESUS CHRIST!" the painted, screeching brunette yells. She turns and punches the mirror. The glass shatters under her hand, but surprisingly, it doesn't draw blood.

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] "No?" Ivan is mildly puzzled, straightening from his lean against the wall. "Hear what?"

Cordelia doesn't get a chance to reply. The painted brunette abruptly screeches -- glass shatters -- someone lets out a short scream of startlement. Ivan looks startled, too. He's wondering how much crack the woman took. He's wondering if she's on PCP. He's wondering this, and then he notices

her hand isn't bleeding.

Ivan takes a step back from the sinks. He glances around the bathroom, and then he reaches out, his fingers wrapping around Cordelia's. His hand is narrow across the palm, but surprisingly strong -- the skin as smooth as anyone might expect of a playboy who's never worked a day in his life. A playboy werewolf, at that.

"We should get out of here," he says quietly. "Neither of us is a warrior. So if I tell you to run, run."

[Lipstick stains] He doesn't hear it. Cordelia frowns and looks like she might say something. The mirror shatters across the way, and Cordelia, for her part, shrieks. It's not long, but it's enough to say that she wasn't expecting that at all. Her hands come up instinctively to cover her head, but nothing comes of it. Her arm drops to her side, her hand takes Ivan's and she starts looking for an alternative way out. One that didn't involve going around-

"What the feck is your problem, Nicole? I mean, feck, what the feck is your problem? Like, seriously what the feck is wrong with you? Like... oh my gawd, you're so fecking embarrassing me infront of, like, these people-"

Nicole turns, her eyes are wide, and the light catches them just right. Something about them seems catlike. Not in structure, but because the light glints off of them, like she could probably see easily in the dark. She flexes her fingers and she looks between Ivan and Cordelia. Her attention goes back to the other woman, Kim. Her neck cracks, and turns at an awkward angle.

Nicole rolls her eyes.

"Oh my gawd girl, seriously? Now?"
"Now," Nicole replies.

[aaaand 3-2-1-inits]

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] +7!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] [[Nicole+5]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Lipstick stains] Kim: 6+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[Lipstick stains] Cordie: +5
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Lipstick stains] Ivan: 13
Kim: 10
Cordelia: 8
Nicole: 7

[Lipstick stains] Nicole:
1a: Launch yourself at the dude
1b: Bite!

Cordelia:
Make a break for the door

Kim:
1a: move
1b: turn off the overhead light.

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] -1R to crinos!
1a. tackle kim! (body tackle)
b. use her as shield against chompy nicole! (grapple?)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] Ivan wasn't exactly telling Cordelia that for future reference. As soon as the women -- they're not women -- turn on them, the lean Ragabash shouts:

"Run. RUN!"

It starts a shout, anyway. It ends a roar. Nine feet of silver-white agility fill the bathroom. Now people are screaming in earnest.

[Lipstick stains] [kim: Changing second action to a dodge!

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [dex/brawl -2 split!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [ffs kahseeno, STOP SUCKING. also, that should be diff 7]

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] b. we're just gonna stab her running ass in the back. +1 diff for action change, -2 for back attack, but base diff is 4 so final diff is 3. -3 split!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 5 at target 3) Re-rolls: 1

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [dam = str +4(suxx)]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] [Kim: Ow, betch!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 4, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] [Kim: changing that second action BACK to turning off the light]

[Lipstick stains] Ivan stabs the female in the back, her body starts to collapse, and the force of the blow should have been enough to take her down, but it doesn't seem to work. She gets back up, and she makes it to the door. The bathroom goes dark. Something gleams in the dark.

[Lipstick stains] [Nicole: Launch! Aaaand bite
dex3+brawl3 (I'm a kickboxing instructor)= 6 - 3 = 3, diff 5 (No dark mod, darksight FTW)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 4, 10 (Success x 1 at target 5)

[Lipstick stains] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] [aaaaand poison]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [WHAT THE SHIT, KAHSEENO!]

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [soak vs poison!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 5, 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] "Stupid fucking anorexic..." there's a growl. The room is dark. Something hits the ground like a sack of potatoes. A very, very large, well-bred sack of potatoes.

[actions!]
[Kim:
1: try and bash cordie's little head in

Cordelia:
Block!

Nicole:
1a: claw at the downed Fang
1b: try and bite him again

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [stamina vs diff 8 to heal 1L!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [5A, 1L!]

[Lipstick stains] [Kim: bam!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] [Cordie: Block, +2 diff, because it's dark]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 8) [WP]

[Lipstick stains] (holding those!)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] This is the second time in a month that Ivan has gone down within seconds of entering combat. He's not a creature meant to fight alone. He's barely a creature meant to fight at all.

He has a moment to consider how fucking filthy that floor must be, as immaculate as the bathroom looks. Then he hits it.


A second later, the worst of the wounds close of their own accord. And the werewolf's yellow eyes snap open.

[reflexive: -1WP to resist pain, -1R to resist stun
1a. cut nicole's achilles tendon! [targeted; modified hamstringing?]
b. plant a knife in her while she's down!
c. move the fuck out of her reach
R1. stab in kim's vague direction]

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [-3 dice, +2 diff (blind), -1 diff (knife instead of teeth). +WP! KAHSEENO FHTAGN!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 9) [WP]

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [str +1 dam]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] [Nicole: O.O]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 3, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] b. stab her ass again! -4 dice, +2 diff (blind), -2 diff (crippled target)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 6 (Success x 1 at target 4)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [oh come on, kahseeno, be good for daddy. str!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [OR NOT.

c. mvmt! getting out of nicole's range, heading toward wherever kim was last]

[Lipstick stains] [and you remember those rolls? Yeah.. uh.. damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 2, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] The knife sinks in exactly where it's supposed to go. Ivan's fairly aware of this. He hears a snap, he hears a harsh cry, and it's followed by the sound something hitting the ground. Hard. Something hits the sheet rock, and there is a familiar hiss of pain.

[Lipstick stains] Nicole: crawl over? or at least try to
1b: Bite? +2 diff, moving es difficult
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] It's chaotic in the bathroom. It wasn't bright to begin with -- dark surfaces, mood lighting. Now it's pitchblack, the darkness interrupted only in flickers and flashes as panicked mortals stampede the doors, let in the neons and fluorescence that stains the dance floor outside. Every time those doors open a wave of bass rolls in. Every time those doors shut the light dies again.

Flash: and the Ragabash has knives in his handpaws, carbon-fiber wedges, black in his white paws. Flash: and one's tearing across the back of the nearer female's ankle.

Flash: and she's on the floor, her bloody teeth snapping. The Ragabash scrambling fluidly to his feet, his balance surreally perfect even with his side torn open to the bone.

He's next to Cordelia, then, his hot paw grabbing her around the bicep; shoving her at that door. A screaming girl passes them by, brushing against his side. She yells bloody murder when she feels fur, and blood. She doesn't even know why. She doesn't know anything right now, only terror.

"Keep running!" It's a snarl; even that much takes effort. The Ragabash propels the kinswoman toward the bathroom door. "Go!"

When the door swings open again, he's slamming a knife into the side of Kim's neck. The black composite doesn't show blood at all, but his white fur does.

[R1, blind stab! +2 diff]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [delete roll!]

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] Kim: damage to ivan!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] (waitwaitwait, hold that!)

[Lipstick stains] [Nicole: FFS!]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 7 (Botch x 1 at target 8)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [going back to do that get outta range roll -- dex+ath -5 (splits)]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 4, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [seriously, WHAT THE FUCK.]

[Lipstick stains] The bathroom has errupted into chaos. Whoever is left in there is screaming panicked. They don't know what the sound is, and they likely won't remember what made it. They keep hearing that they need to run, that they need to go, and the only remaining people in the bathroom are trying, they're trying, it's down to a screaming girl and a guy who had holed up in the handicapped bathroom, covered his head and rocked telling himself-

this isn't real
this isn't real
this isn't happening
oh god
oh god
this isn't real.

Cordelia isn't sure how many people have touched her, there was a hand in her hair, and the only thing that probably kept her from getting her head bashed in was the fact that she had a wig on. She moved just enough so that Kim had a hand full of fake bllue hair. She gets all of one step forward and there's a to-large paw around her arm, and she's shoved towards the door.

Don't have to tell her twice to run. She doesn't think about the blood. She doesn't think about the destruction or the carnage, but if she could see Ivan right now, she might throw up. She's pretty sure the door is this way. Almost there.

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [+8 now - crinos!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] [Kim: +6
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Lipstick stains] Cordie: +5
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[Lipstick stains] Nicole: +5
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Lipstick stains] Nicole: Getting. Over. THERE - crawl over to Ivan

Cordelia: ohfuckohfuck
1a: turn on the light
1b: Unlock the door and GET THE FUCK OUT

Kim:
1a: -1 WP, body expansion
1b: use kin as a meat shield (grapple?)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] 1a. stab kim again!
b. once again!
c. -1 Gn, pop a damn gaia's breath
d. and another!

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] a. -4 dice! still blind, +2 diff.
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [dam +1]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] Kim: O_
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] b. SECOND VERSE, SAME AS THE FIRST!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [dam+1]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] [Kim: >_O
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [c. okay, changing this to a fucking stab too *LOL* +WP!]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 3 (Failure at target 7)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [erp! reflexive stam heal roll]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [dam for c -- with WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] Kim: >_
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [d. GB! +4hp --> back to 1A.]

[Lipstick stains] Kim: Becoming the Incredibly Hulk!
1b: Grapple: str+bodyexpandedness+brawl=8-3=5, diff 6]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] (wait, that's too many, forgot damages)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] Cordie: WTF No, resist!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] [Cordie: turn the light on, FFS!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 8) [WP]

[Lipstick stains] [aaaand Nicole: I'm tryin'!]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 5 (Failure at target 8)

[Lipstick stains] The knife hits once, misses, hits a third time, and he feels a sense of satisfaction. His target should be downed soon enough. Until, of course, he hears a struggle, and some string of half-panicked Spanish in the general direction of the door. Bones are cracking. The sound is horrible, snapping and gurgling shudders-

The lights click onward, followed by a hissed "Fuck!"

Ivan is stained red. His claws are red, the knife is red, the floor is red. Everything. When the lights come on, the room is bathed in a familiar clarity that seems to make all of this much, much easier. Nicole's foot is practically useless, and it dangles in a grotesque manner by her side. the front of her shirt is splattered in blood, and those rotting teeth are dripping with the blood of kings.

The other woman is holding on to the blonde in front of her like a security blanket. Cordelia looks more like herself when her hair isn't blue, and that particular wig is chilling out in the floor. The mirror is shattered. A mortal woman has stopped screaming and, instead, has resorted to crying in a corner.

Funny thing is that she won't remember any of this tomorrow.

The other woman, the one with the orange hair, is disgustingly large, now, twice her size, rivaling in size with the crinos wolf in the room. her shoulders are stooped and her her shoulder is bleeding profusely. Ivan notices a distinct lack of neck wound where he knows his blade hit. Frustrating, yes.

Those cute shoes she had been bragging about remain on her feet, though they are shredding at this point. Shame, too, they were kind of cute.

[Lipstick stains] Nicole: SERIOUSLY! CRAWL. OVER. THERE

Cordelia: Headbutt whatever is holding onto you
[aaaaaand spending a WP to not start panicking]

Kim: Reserving actions to use kin like a meat shield.

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] The lights are back on so suddenly that even their hot pinpointed glow -- absorbed by the sleek darkness of the bathroom as it is -- is overwhelming. The Ragabash's lips peel back into a rictus snarl; his handpaw comes up instinctively to shield his eyes from newfound light. His side is awash in blood, his fur matted and dripping with it, but all that remains of the wound itself is a faded red scratch.

He pauses when he sees what's become of the orange-haired woman. The white Crinos' golden eyes flick between her and the kin she's got a deathgrip on. There's another one at his back, but he's not overly concerned right now about her. She's still got to get over here, and she's moving so painfully slow.

Almost lazily, the Ragabash rolls a shoulder. He closes in on Kim and her quarry, his center of balance low, movements silent. Slinking. He circles for advantage. For the space of two, three seconds, it's a standoff in this abattoir of a bathroom.

Outside, there's a growing commotion. Shrieking clubgoers have drawn the attention of security, no doubt. A sudden scream from just outside the door: that's all the distraction Ivan needs. He whips his knife across the room at Nicole. In the next instant, he's smashing a tiny clay bead onto Kim's suddenly bulging arm.

[1a. throw knife at Nicole!
b. trapdoor boon on Kim! -1Gn
c. stab Nicole when she gets over here!]

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [ignore c!

1a. -2, throwing knife! dex+ath, diff 6]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [dam +2]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] Nicole: FUCKING OW
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] b. trapdoor boon! -1Gn, -3dice, +1WP
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 1, 7 (Failure at target 6) [WP]

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] [Kim: 3-2-1 action change, got hungry. Biting kin!
dex3+brawl2=5 - 2 = 3, diff 5-2 (grappled target)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 6, 6 (Success x 3 at target 3)

[Lipstick stains] [damage?]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] [Soaking lethal blows.]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Lipstick stains] Cordie: OMG I WANT DOWN NOW, -1
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 7, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 8)

[Lipstick stains] Damage?
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] Kim: betch!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] Nicole: seriously, imma get there
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 9 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Lipstick stains] Nicole: claw at Ivan

Cordelia: contested roll, I want out NOW (also: wp roll to make sure her phobia doesn't go insane)

Kim: SERIOUSLY. MEAT. SHIELD.

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] 1a. FINISH HER! stab kim. +2 diff for targeting (since meat shielded)?
b. again if necessary! +2 diff
c. grab cordelia and run from limpy mclimp over there!
-- if he gets to the door, -1R to instashift down to glabro to avoid panicking the entire club
R1. ambush Limpy when she follows them out!

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] 1a. -3 diff!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 6, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 4) Re-rolls: 3

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [dam +6!]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] Kim: Parry?
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] Kim: Soak?
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] Kim: X_X

[Lipstick stains] Cordie: Don't panic roll! -3
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 3, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] b. moving this up: grab and run! -4 dice!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] Nicole: Oh goddamnit. pursuit
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 3 (Botch x 1 at target 8)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] c. slow-shifting: -4 dice. JUST ... NEED ... ONE ... SUCCESS.
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [dammit. okay, -1R to downshift to glabro at the door.]

[Lipstick stains] The larger fomor falls, crumples, and bones break and snap and she all but drops the kinfolk. She bleeds, she arches, she groans and finally falls into a state of un-being. Her eyes stare blankly off into space, clad in those cute designer shoes while the rest of her clothing remains in tatters.

Cordelia stares at the bloody mess, her hand goes almost immediately to her neck. She applies pressure. Her fingertips are shaking. She's lacking in color and she will. not. look. at. Ivan. Whatever composure she has is forced at best. Held tenuously.

"We need to go, we need to go, we need to go," she just keeps repeating it like that's what's keeping her anchored.

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] Nothing's gone as planned. Nothing ever goes as planned in combat; part of the reason Ivan bloody hates getting into an all-out throwdown like this. So much easier when he can control things. When he can disappear into the shadows; lure the prey in by a hint dropped here, a scent left there. When he can all but control where they'll look, how they're turn, how they'll expose their defenses -- how they'll fall when his knives slip in between the ribs.

This is different. This is a mess. That bloody trapdoor boon never took. He had to end that the hard way: a knife driven into an eyesocket, a brutal crunch of bone as the back of the orbit collapsed inward and the brains behind it turned to mush. Then he's grabbing the leggy no-longer-bluehaired kin up and half-carrying, half-shoving her toward the door; busts out behind her, puts his back to the wall,

suddenly a size smaller now, but still a good six inches taller than she remembers, and heavier. As solidly built as her Christian, though still so much sleeker. He'll never have the raw strength of an Ahroun, or their staying power. He's panting, sweating, his skin pale from blood loss that he's yet to fully regenerate.

In the strobing, flashing lights of the club he doesn't look anything like himself. He looks hairy, unkempt, that pretty lean face of his low-browed, heavy-jawed, bloody. No one's noticed the blood in the chaos yet, but there's confusion all around; Delirious mortals flailing for the exits, dancers shoved rudely aside, bouncers wading through the crowd to see what the fuck the commotion is about.

"Go," Ivan tells Cordelia. "Run into the crowd, go. If I don't contact you in thirty minutes, find Katherine and tell her what happened here."

[Lipstick stains] This, officially, the first time she's seen Ivan Press in over a month. The last time she'd seen him, things hadn't been so hot, either. This time, however, she isn't yelling at him or flirting with him or going through the motions other than... well.. how she's functioning right now. She'll panic more later. She's not going to die, though.

She's probably just going to go home and sit in the shower before she realizes that she needs to google how to dress bite wounds.

She looks at him, wide eyes and distinctly not herself. She nods once, twice, keeps a grip long enough to process what he wanted her to do. No one's noticed the blood in the chaos, but it's all she can look at (I'm gonna be sick, I'm gonna be sick, oh god oh god this isn't right) She nods, and there's an okay after every major point. Go, okay. Run into the crowd, okay. Find Katherine and tell her what happened, okay.

And she doesn't waste time.

The female hauls ass. People get shoved, she ducks into the crowd, and she's easy to lose, all things considered. There's a bloody bathroom to deal with, though.

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] Behind her, Ivan stays where he is. He puts his back to the wall, side to the door. If he listens hard he can hear -- he can convince himself he hears -- Nicole's painful, dragging progress. Her heavy, furious breathing.

He takes a few breaths of his own, slow and center. Little by little, he allows himself to become inconspicuous.

[blur of the milky eye on!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8 (Failure at target 8)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [...SILVER FANGS. DO NOT. FUCKING. FAIL.]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 9)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [annnd a stealth roll for ambushing nicole, whenever she drags her ass to the door! dex+stealth. this should be resisted by percep+alert, diff +1.]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] Nicole: ARG! YEAARHJKGHSJKGB!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 9, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [FUCK ME I HAVE A TOTEM. +1 to that stealth roll!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [wait! rolling to see if we lose the fucking totem. diff 4 with 1 die in the pool.]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 4)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [all right! back to that ambush roll. dex(glabro) + melee +2 die ambushing. +1 from totem. flanking! let's put a WP on this too. *goes all in*]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7 (Success x 5 at target 3) [WP]

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [dam +4]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] Nicole: FUCK!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] init +7!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] Nicole: +5 RAR!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] 1a. targeted strike: stabbing up under the sternum!
b. again!
c. once more!

[Lipstick stains] Nicole: SERIOUSLY. BITE THIS DUDE.

[Lipstick stains] Bite!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Lipstick stains] damage
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 7, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] and poison sucks
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] 1a. stab! +2 diff, -3 dice
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] glabro dam +1
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] ...and 2 more from targeting!
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [also a soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] Nicole: >_O
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 2, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] b. stab again!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] dam +1!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] Nicole: Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] c. last stab!
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Lipstick stains] By the time Nicole makes it to the door, Ivan is waiting for her. He waits, and she doesn't expect it. She breathes and seethes with anger, but not rage. no, no Nicole couldn't be that blessed. Ivan, however, was. And he was blessed with patience, such patience. The humans scurry in a panic. They don't know why, but something isn't right.

Each hit with the knife chips away a little, her sternum is steel. Her bones are unbreakable. This bitch did her fucking cardio on a daily basis.

There will be time for fighting. There will be time for all sorts of things, but not now. He melts upwards, bones crack and pop and shudder and he holds onto his knife a little more tightly. Humans scream. They panic and run away in terror. The humans don't know what to do with themselves, and the knife comes down. She claws. It comes down again. And again.

The battle shifts back to the bathroom.

Nicole is nothing but a bloody, pulped mass. Ivan takes a second to walk to the shards of mirror, looks down. There's enough clean mirror that he knows how to get across. The gauntlet is thick.

It parts, snaps, and the Silver Fang is no longer there. Inexplicably, no one can remember how all that blood happened. They'll blame the media. they'll blame the schools. They'll blame club drugs. But really, at the end of the day, no one will remember what happened that day.

It was another Thursday,

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [annnd it's a wrap!]

[Ivan Resplendent-Dusk] [thanks for STing, mindy!]