[Kaitlyn Somerset] Kait's a drinker. Loves to spend the moneh at the bars. So it's not shock when she's wandering through the park on her way back to the place she's been calling home as of this week. Not quite as drunk as she planned to be, but she didn't really want to wind up outright passing out halfway there like she tends to do and have to explain to Thoth why, again, he's finding her on his patrols.
[Resplendent Dusk] The Harris Theater, home of the renown Joffrey Ballet, is located in the northwestern corner of Grant Park. They're having some sort of performance tonight. Given the fact that Christmas is less than half a fucking year away, it's probably the Nutcracker. Ivan has tickets, but he's not inside. He's standing outside the back entrance -- not the one facing the broad boulevards of East Randolph St. but the one facing the Pritzker Pavilion and its crisscrossing acoustic trellis.
It's sunday night, and it's overcast, threatening rain. It's cold. He's alone there, standing just off-center on the open terrace that spills down to the pavilion; he's smoking a cigarette. Having a fag, as the brits put it. Always did amuse Ivan privately to hear the British Isles Fianna or Fenrir, hypermasculine neanderthals that they were, say that.
There's a shadow across the Pavilion's great lawn. It's Kaitlyn, taking a shortcut home. Ivan watches her because there's nothing out to watch. The night is quiet and still.
[Hilary Durante] Mrs. Durante is not at the performance of the Nutcracker. It's become dull with time, aged by repetition, and never held the childlike wonder for her that gets some girls asking for ballet lessons, that gets boys pretending to be the Rat King because villains have all the fun.
She is not outside at the back entrance, where folks aren't supposed to hang out anyway, where only people wanting to bang and/or stalk the dancers ever really hang out, where people go to smoke. She's also not drunk. Cigarettes were never her preference for idle highs and she's not allowed to get drunk anymore.
Hilary is escorting a young man with dark hair and a heavy brow back towards the lot where his car is parked, and if she cared more, she'd be hauling him along by the ear and tearing him a new one, verbally, but she isn't really his mother. She walks silently with young Master Tomas, her hair in a sleek chignon and her breath steaming as she walks alongside him. He does not look ashamed, though he really should, for whatever it is he did that warrants his stepmother coming to get him in the city, but it's possible he doesn't even know how to feel ashamed in the first place.
Her heels click. His shoes scuff. It irritates her.
[wasted] With the hour as late as it is, with the bars preparing to close up shop because it's a goddamn Sunday night and the weather is taking a turn for the worse and who the fuck wants to be out this late at night when it's supposed to rain and no one is venturing out into the cold unless they absolutely have to anyway, there are not a considerable number of people out trolling the streets for entertainment tonight. A lone woman, tall though she is, walking home alone is not finding herself stumbling into too many homeless people because of the cold snap; the lone man standing out behind the theater altering the nicotine level of his bloodstream has no company. The natives know that this is hardly the worst things will get this season; it certainly pales in comparison to winter, which is enough to make most people renounce their faith in God if only until Christmas rolls around.
The night is quiet and still. Anyone who has spent any length of time in Chicago would scoff at the idea. It's quiet and still right now. This tends to be the case only until conscious acknowledgment of the situation is made. That's when the night tends to careen in a straight southerly direction towards Hell without making any stops en route.
For a time, Ivan is completely alone. So is Kaitlyn. Hilary doesn't start out that way, but she and her stepson are in their own little punitive world without outside interference; when the shuffling of footsteps comes out of the distance, they may as well be alone.
The first one appears behind Kaitlyn: not breathing so much as wheezing, its body's processes beginning to shut down under the assault on its body. It was a normal human being once. At least, that may be what she tells herself later as she's trying to grapple with the knowledge of whatever happens. It has a human shape. It puts one foot in front of the other like a human, has hands like a human, but it doesn't have skin or a face like a human. All there is is a moldy, slate-colored growth covering the entirety of the thing's body. Where its face might have been there is a flat field with a ditch where its mouth should be. Two black dots reveal what might be eyes glistening in the moonlight. When it sees Kaitlyn, it starts to stagger toward her.
And then the door opens behind Ivan.
[Resplendent Dusk] Ivan cuts a fine figure, standing straight and tall there at the edge of the terrace. The moon is just barely moving past his phase. Dark of moon. Dark of night. He's rather brightly dressed, though: his trenchcoat off-white, cut to just above the knee, the collar wide and folded high at the back. His slacks are dark. His tie is skinny and matte black, very mod. He turns his head at the clack of heels, the motion easy.
"Mrs. Durante," he greets her; there's irony behind the rather formal tone. "And the young Mr. Durante. What an unexpected -- "
he trails off; he looks lawnward, his profile keen and taut, puzzling.
[Kaitlyn Somerset] Well, on the bright side, she didn't bring her iPod as she's prone to do. Maybe all the lecturing about not being able to hear her surroundings when she wandered alone started to sink in. Or maybe it got lost somewhere in the tornado of her room that still needed cleaned up from the shredded furniture. So the noises behind her aren't unnoticed. Her eyes cut back over her shoulder, half expecting to see one of said scarce homeless. But what's there is far from what she expected, half, whole, or anything even remotely close to it.
"What the FUCK" There's that momentary pause of shock, when the words just tumble right out there in the open. Like seeing some freakish mutation for the first time on a total stranger. One of those moments of 'Dude, did you know you have a mole on your face that talks and dances? Oh, by the way, hi. Nice to meet you.'
[Hilary Durante] There's no monsters coming up to say hello to the pale kinswoman and her stepson. Well, just the one: slender, fair-haired. He speaks to them from where he stands by the back door and the young man's head turns first, black eye snapping towards Ivan with a challenging quickness. Hilary looks at Ivan more slowly, more droll. Recognition flickers in her eyes, and she blinks once.
Tomas knows him, too. Months ago. On the yacht, calling across the water to his stepmother like a common wh--
Ivan looks up and over, and before Hilary has taken the chance to introduce Tomas Durante-Calderon to Ivan Laurence Konstantine Kirillevich Press more formally, they've lost the Ragabash's attention. Hilary doesn't even attempt to see what he sees; she murmurs a good evening and proceeds to walk on her way.
[wasted] They don't look tough. Of course, to an inebriated woman attempting to walk herself home without incident, a large man-creature with slimy skin and reaching arms can't exactly be the world's most comforting sight. A creature not unlike the one appearing behind Ms. Somerset stumbles out of the back door of the theater, its entire head swiveling around to take in its surroundings rather than simply letting its eyes do the work. What it sees is more enticing than whatever it had left behind inside the building. Then again, whatever it left behind in the building is likely not moving any longer: its chin and lower jaw are dripping blood, its chest is splattered with the viscous red fluid, and when it opens its mouth to taste the air in the absence of nostrils, fangs glisten in the moonlight.
It, too, starts to shuffle forward. The one facing the blond kinswoman isn't in a state similar to its companion, but there is no less intent in its shark-black eyes, and its fangs are no less sharp. A rasping hiss leaves its throat as it lurches after Kaitlyn, arms outstretched, picking up speed.
[Resplendent Dusk] Two words leave Ivan, a shout that shreds into a snarl as he tears into an altogether larger form --
"Run! NOW!"
[Hilary Durante] "Oh, my," Hilary says, upon sight of the bloody-mouthed thing shuffling out of the theater. She sounds... unperturbed, for whatever that's worth. It could be shock. The teenager with her starts to move in front of her, as though he could do anything to help her, but then Ivan is yelling and then he's shapeshifting and Hilary's eyes widen a bit.
"I will not be ordered about!" she snaps at Ivan, who is likely not listening anymore. "Tomás, stop grandstanding, let's go somewhere a bit quieter while he takes care of this, and then you can be introduced."
And, with bewildering calm, she begins to steer her stepson -- who has started talking about who they could call! What they could do! -- towards a nice out of the way park bench.
[wasted] HOLY SHIT THERE'S ONE RIGHT BEHIND HER
[Kaitlyn Somerset] "Oh hell no.... Keep them slimy, nasty..... fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck" Arms, really creepy, gross arms... no face.... yeah NOPE. Light. Must find more light. And where the hell are all these patrols she's been told go on? Those arms are reaching, and it's picking up speed, and so will she. She bursts into a sprint then. She doesn't have to hear Ivan's yell from not all that far away to be smart enough to run.
[Kaitlyn Somerset] [+7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5
[Hilary Durante] [+7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Resplendent Dusk] [+8!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Failure at target 6)
[wasted] Haight
+6
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[wasted] Ashbury
+6
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[wasted] Baker
+6
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[wasted] [ROUND ONE -- FIGHT!
Hilary: 17
Haight: 14 [attacking Hilary]
Ivan: 13
Kaitlyn: 12
Baker: [coming out the back door]
Ashbury: 7 [attacking Kaitlyn]
Declare in reverse. Go go go go!]
[wasted] Ashbury
1a: finish moving
1b: bite Kaitlyn!
Baker
1a: stroll stroll stroll
1b: bite Kaitlyn!
[Kaitlyn Somerset] 1: run like a bimbo in a b rated horror flick!
[Resplendent Dusk] 1a. -1Gn, sense dep dart into Baker!
b. back attack on Haight: targeted hit to cervical spine
[Resplendent Dusk] [modification/clarification:
1a. -1gn, sense dep dart at baker -- thrown if necessary
b. slit Haight's throat!]
[wasted] Haight
1a: INSTA-KO JACOB THE STEPSON
1b: bite Ivan!
1c: bite Ivan again!
[Resplendent Dusk] [oh shit and -1WP to resist pain! *new toyz*]
[Hilary Durante] Hilary sighs in aggravation as Tomas goes down. Poor idiot. And as knives come out -- and claws, and fangs -- she moves not to guard her stepson, but to walk out of the general realm of the battle.
[1a. Saved for dodge!]
[wasted] Haight
[1b: -4]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[wasted] [+2] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Resplendent Dusk] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[wasted] Haight
[1c: -5]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 7, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[wasted] [LAWL PSYCH]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[wasted] [+1] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Resplendent Dusk] [soak again!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Resplendent Dusk] [-2 dice! toss! dex + ath! -1 Gn on activation.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Resplendent Dusk] [sorry, should be diff 8 for 2 suxx]
[wasted] Baker: STUNNED SON
[Resplendent Dusk] [base dam 4 +1 -- must do damage after soak to take effect]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 6, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[wasted] Baker
[Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 5, 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Resplendent Dusk] b. knife attack, +2 diff for targeted - slit haight's throat! -3 dice.
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[Resplendent Dusk] [str dam +3]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Resplendent Dusk] [... KAHSEENO FHTAGN!]
[wasted] Haight
[Who taught you how to slit throats, your grandmother?]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 6, 6, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Kaitlyn Somerset] [how drunk is this bouncing bimbo?]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Kaitlyn Somerset] [RUN white girl RUN]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[wasted] Ashbury
[1a: Athletics + Dexterity: CHASE. -2]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[wasted] Ashbury
[1b: -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[wasted] [+1] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 5, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[wasted] [ROUND TWO -- FIGHT
Hilary: OK
Haight: OK, lawling at Ivan
Ivan: 4A
Kaitlyn: 2A
Baker: 4L
Ashbury: OK]
[wasted] Ashbury
1: om nom nom
Baker
1a: chase Kaitlyn [2 suxx needed to catch up]
1b: bite!
[Kaitlyn Somerset] 1: OW! FUCK! RUN!
[Resplendent Dusk] 1a. throw one knife at Baker!
b. slash at Haight!
c. twice!
[wasted] Haight
1a:
1b:
1c: all bites on Ivan!
[Hilary Durante] [Second verse, same as the first!]
[wasted] Haight
[1a: -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[wasted] [+2] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Resplendent Dusk] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[wasted] Haight
[1b: -4]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 7, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[wasted] [+2] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Resplendent Dusk] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Resplendent Dusk] [er - rage back! +1WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2 (Failure at target 8)
[wasted] Haight
[1c: -5, -2 (immobilized target)]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 2 (Failure at target 3)
[Kaitlyn Somerset] [Kasheeno, you know you love me, I'm the one that bribes you with slobbery goodness. Let the poor busty blonde run and run well ~bats eyelashes~]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[wasted] Baker
[1a: -2]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[wasted] [1b: WTF. MOAR RUNNING. -3, +1 diff.]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 3, 7 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[wasted] Ashbury
[1: om nom nom]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[wasted] [+2] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 5, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Resplendent Dusk] Run! Ivan shouts.
Kaitlyn runs. Turns tail, rabbits on out of there. Good for her. Hilary: doesn't. She moves away a little. Disinterested, even bored: like a woman moving out of the way of a noisy, but ultimately harmless, street-sweeper.
The Ragabash doesn't run either. He's in Crinos in a second, two -- a quick shift, but not instantaneous. His rage burns so very low, after all. He has to conserve it, use it judiciously, carefully. He throws a dart -- it hits one of the fomori(?), deadens his nerves instantly. Black knives drop into the Fang's white handpaws an eyeblink later, and he lashes out with them -- to very little effect.
There's blood on his white coat, then. Blood seeping down his side. RUN, he snarls at Hilary, again, but it's not a word at all: it's a roar, a noise that flattens his ears, makes his eyes flash. She thinks he's ordering her around. It's not that at all.
Doesn't matter -- a second later, before the Ragabash has a chance to use those clever little knives of his, a savage couplet of bites unhinges his knees, rolls his eyes back, sends him crashing to the ground in his slim, fragile human form, quite dead --
though not for very long.
[Kaitlyn Somerset] [first round soak attempt! for the 2 dmg]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Kaitlyn Somerset] [second round soak attempt! for 3 dmg]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 2, 3 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[wasted] AND THEN A SKELETON POPPED OUT
[Hilary Durante] [ROUND THREE
[ROUND TWO -- FIGHT
Hilary: OK
Haight: OK
Ivan: 7L
Kaitlyn: 4L
Baker: 4L
Ashbury: OK]
[Hilary Durante] [Ashbury
1a. Bite Kait]
[Baker
1a. Shake off the stun, resume the chase!]
[Kaitlyn Somerset] 1. RUN! dammit girl RUN!
[Hilary Durante] [Haight
1a. Bite Hilary]
[Resplendent Dusk] 1a. -1 Gn -- Gaia's Breath, ffs!
b. Throw goddamn knife at Baker
c. Backstab Haight!
[Hilary Durante] [Hilary
1a. Dodge!]
[Hilary Durante] Haight
[1a. NOM.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Hilary Durante] Hilary
[Dodge!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]
[Hilary Durante] Haight
[Damage: Str + 2 + suxx (3) -1][L]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] Hilary
[Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Resplendent Dusk] 1a GB!
b. 8 -4(split) -- throwing knife!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 5, 10 (Failure at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Resplendent Dusk] [FUCK YOU KAHSEENO]
[Resplendent Dusk] c. backstab! -5, +WP! GRR!
oh and GB was for +4.
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 3, 8 (Success x 3 at target 3) [WP]
[Resplendent Dusk] [dam +2]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 7, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] Haight
[Soak! Ow! HEY.]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Kaitlyn Somerset] [RUNNNNNNN -2][WP}
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]
[Hilary Durante] Baker
[I'M RUNNIN'!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] Ashbury
[Nom!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 6, 9 (Failure at target 5)
[Hilary Durante] [+0]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Hilary Durante] [ROUND FOUR
Hilary: OK
Haight: 3L
Ivan: 3L
Kaitlyn: 4L
Baker: 4L
Ashbury: OK
Tomas: 6B]
[Hilary Durante] Next to Hilary, the young man who got smashed against the lightpole stirs. Not only stirs, but gets up. Not only gets up, but snarls when his stepmother starts to tell him to get back down. Not only snarls, but lets out a shout when the thing comes at her, maw open.
Hilary all but sidesteps, heels and bulky coat and all. She looks ruffled -- her eyes widened, her skin ivory, her gaze flashing with anger. Not terror. The thing doesn't even graze her -- tears her coat, though.
[Tomas
1a. I has a knife, too! I'ma put it in Haight. That is, if I can see straight...
Ashbury
1a.
1b.
1c. -- bites on Kaitlyn
Baker
1a.
1b.
1c. -- same]
[Resplendent Dusk] [regen?]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Kaitlyn Somerset] 1. scream and thrash! scream and thrash! something's gotta connect!
[Hilary Durante] [PUT THIS BEFORE ROUND THREE DECLARES, MAN.]
In her mind, Hilary thinks: of course the Silver Fang will just sweep the fomori aside, come check on her afterward. That's his job, after all. She looks over Tomas but has no skill at medicine, really. She checks his pulse, keeping half an eye on the proceedings between Ivan and the monsters and the other woman she doesn't recognize.
She's roared at. And she ignored that too, as though it didn't matter. As though none of this really matters, at all.
But then he falls. Hilary looks at Ivan falling, her head tipping to the side. Two of the beasts with the gleaming fangs and mudlike faces have blood on their faces, and the one nearest to her has warm blood, Ivan's blood. She tips her head as she looks at it, as unphased by the thing as by the sight of Ivan in crinos, roaring at her to run, run, run NOW.
It comes at her. And she rises to her feet.
[Kaitlyn Somerset] 1a kick
1b punch
[Resplendent Dusk] Wounds that would have killed a human are closing up second by second, instant by instant. There's still blood in his fur, red on his white. The source of these stains is fast fading, though. All the angry gaping mouths of his wounds are sealing on themselves, closing, fading away.
All that's left is his own anger, red and livid. More than he usually feels. More than he knows what to do with. Spittle flies from his maw as he, snarling, drives his knife into the back of the nearest fomor, leaves it there, leaps the distance between himself and the fleeing kin.
[1a. backstab haight REALLY HARD IN THE KIDNEYS. SEVERING THE FUCKING RENAL ARTERY IF POSSIBLE. BLEED OUT, SHITHEAD. LOUD NOISES.
b. move!
c. bite baker
d. slap a damn GB on kait
-- also taking hits from baker for Kait.]
[Hilary Durante] [Haight
1a. Turn to face Ivan. WTF, bro?
1b. Bite!
Hilary -- holding action til after Haight
1a. Grab the knife that didn't quite make it to Baker.
1b. Backstab Haight]
[Resplendent Dusk] [k, that knife's going up under his sternum then!]
[Hilary Durante] The coiffed, manicured stepmother is no slouch. She's quick, she's deft, but up until now she saw no reason to do anything to deal with all this -- even call the driver to come pick up Tomas. When Ivan goes down and almost doesn't come back up, she's hawklike in how she watches the fomor that came at her. When he whips around to face the whitefurred creature behind him, Hilary moves.
And a moment later, Ivan's knife is in her hand, just as her stepson's pocketknife is unfolding into his.
[Hilary Durante] Haight
[1a. Turn!
1b. Nom! -3, -1]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Hilary Durante] [Damage!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Resplendent Dusk] [STOPPIT YOU SHIT.]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] Hilary
[1b. dex + melee -3 = Chance Die / +1 diff (unskilled) -2 (rear attack)]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Success x 2 at target 3) [WP]
[Hilary Durante] [Damage!]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] Haight
[Are you serious?]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 4, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Resplendent Dusk] 1a. STABBITY. LOOK KAHSEENO, IT'S IN CAPS. +2 for targeted.
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Resplendent Dusk] [STOP EMBARRASSING ME]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Resplendent Dusk] b. okay, fuckit. jump!
c. -1Gn GB on Kait, +4HP
d. held -- possibly for another GB on whoever f'ing needs it.
[Hilary Durante] [Ivan is at Kaitlyn!
Kaitlyn is now at OK!
Ivan's holding 1d!]
[Kaitlyn Somerset] [punch! -2 for split][WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]
[Kaitlyn Somerset] [damage!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] Ashbury
[What, you're kicking me? What?]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Kaitlyn Somerset] 1b. hurt you I will! fooker! I am not your chew toy!
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Kaitlyn Somerset] [damage!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] Ashbury
[YOU SHORE ARE! AND A TASTY ONE TOO.]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] Baker
[Does not actually have enough dice to split 3 ways. Re-declaring!
1a.
1b. -- bites on Kaitlyn
1a. -2, -2 (ow)]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 7 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Hilary Durante] [Damage][L]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Kaitlyn Somerset] [OW! quit it!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 4, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] Baker
[1b. -3, -2 (ow)]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 5)
[Hilary Durante] Ashbury
[1a. -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Hilary Durante] [Damage][L]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Kaitlyn Somerset] [stop putting holes in me! my garou will get jealous!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 2, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Hilary Durante] Ashbury
[1b. -4]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 1 (Botch x 2 at target 5)
[Hilary Durante] [Damage on Baker][L]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] Baker
[WTF, Man]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 4, 4 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] [Baker: x_x]
[Hilary Durante] Ashbury
[1c. I AM FILLED WITH TEH ANGST FOR ZE KILLINGZ OF MY BRUDDER]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Hilary Durante] [Damage][L]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Kaitlyn Somerset] [buns of steel babay]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 4, 9 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Hilary Durante] Tomas
[ENH! BACKSTABBITY. -5 (owww)]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6 (Success x 1 at target 3)
[Hilary Durante] [Damage!][L]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] Haight
[You guys are ridiculous.]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Resplendent Dusk] 1d. -1gn -- goddammit, another GB for you, girlie! fucking striders so owe me one.
[Hilary Durante] [Kaitlyn is back up to OK! WTG, Ivan!]
[Hilary Durante] [ROUND FIVE
OMG U GUISE STOP FAIGHTING.
Hilary: OK
Haight: 5L
Ivan: 1L
Kaitlyn: OK
Baker: x_x
Ashbury: OK
Tomas: 6B]
[Hilary Durante] [Tomas
1a. Stab Haight again!
Ashbury
1a. OOH A FANG TO NOM ON.
1b. TASTY TASTY FANG.]
[Kaitlyn Somerset] 1. Punch Ash!
[Resplendent Dusk] That Ivan is a Ragabash is never more painfully apparent than now. He's barely effectual in combat at best. Ahrouns would have shredded all the fomori by now. He's not even really chipping away at them.
But he never wanted to fight. He wanted the kin to run. He wanted to run, to hide, to see, to track; to lead others to these creatures.
That's not how it played out. He tries again anyway, snapping viciously at Kaitlyn: "Keep running! Go!"
[Resplendent Dusk] 1a. bite ashbury!
b. bite again!
c. bite moar!
R1. ffs, look! you maed me RAGE! bite!
[Hilary Durante] [Haight
1a.
1b. -- nibble on Hilary a couple times.
Hilary
1a. Dodge!
1b. Stab!]
[Hilary Durante] [Hilary
1b. Total chance die!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Success x 2 at target 4) [WP]
[Hilary Durante] [Damage!]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] [HA]
[Hilary Durante] [Haight
1a. Nom! -2, -2 (ow)]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Hilary Durante] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] [oh wait, she has a dodge!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] [No Damage!]
[Hilary Durante] [Haight
1b. Nom s'more! -3, -2 (ow)]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Hilary Durante] [Taking earlier damage roll]
[Hilary -- Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] [Hilary -- 3L, Stunned]
[Resplendent Dusk]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 9 (Failure at target 8)
[Resplendent Dusk] 1a. NOM!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 5, 7 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Resplendent Dusk] [str +1 +1]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] Ashbury
Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 5, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Resplendent Dusk] b. NOM!
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Resplendent Dusk] [dam]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] Ashbury
Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 2, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] [Ashbury is Incapped]
[Resplendent Dusk] c. snarl at Kaitlyn again, run back to hilary & co!
[Hilary Durante] Tomas
[I... can totally... see you... well enough... to stab you.]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 4)
[Hilary Durante] [Damage!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Kaitlyn Somerset] [takes the open shot, and instead of punching, she turns. And runs.]
[Hilary Durante] [Haight
And they say Silver Fangs are crazy! PSH.]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Resplendent Dusk] R1. Grab knife back from Hilary and stab! +1 diff for changing action.
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2
[Resplendent Dusk] [dam +3]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] [Haight is currently fighting off 2 crazy Kinfolk. Diff was 3 for rear attack. = 7suxx.]
[Resplendent Dusk] [two moar dice from flanking!]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Resplendent Dusk]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] Haight
Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 3, 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Hilary Durante] [Haight: x_x]
[Hilary Durante] It is, in this world, one of the longer fights the Garou and their Kin run up against. But even then, it lasts mere moments. A minute, perhaps, and during that minute Ivan is dashing between Kinfolk who should have run, who should have just fucking run, and they are doing their best to either stay together and survive or get away and have a far better chance of doing so.
While he's trying to help Kaitlyn, slapping healing gourd after healing gourd on the female of another tribe, Hilary Durante is ruining her steel-colored coat with fomor blood. Her stepson's headwound has saturated his hairline and face and jaw and throat, soaked his jacket and his shirt, and still he's on his feet -- swaying -- holding a knife he shouldn't have and thrusting with it into the fanged monster again and again like it did him a personal insult by injuring him.
It's his stepmother, however -- his slender, once-dancer, pregnant stepmother, whose condition is hidden by her coat at the moment but cannot be hidden at home, everyone knows now -- who has actually hurt the thing, who has its blood on her fair white hand.
At the last, Kaitlyn is able to run away. The thing biting her drops, twitching, and Ivan wheels back towards the Durantes, grabbing the last of the fomor by the neck and dragging it to the ground, tearing flesh away from bone.
He's not a warrior, really, or this would have been over ages ago. Hilary's faith would not have been so grotesquely misplaced, to think that he could handle three little monsters in a matter of seconds. But then, she's mated to a goddamn Galliard. She's mated to an Adren. And frankly, he's not the only Garou she's seen remove an opponent from existence in a matter of moments.
One of the things is twitching, but bleeding out. It doesn't have the regenerative capabilities of the Garou. They were human once -- burn the faces off, break out the fangs, and you have some bodies that could pass, when you get right down to bones and such, for some unfortunates from an exploding meth lab or the like. Whatever. It will get dealt with, though not by Hilary. Never by Hilary.
She looks at Ivan, still white-furred, blood-streaked, and inclines her head. Her breathing is elevated; she looks like she's in pain. Of course she's in pain. There's a bite wound on her shoulder from that thing, and blood is still welling up, soaking the wool of her coat, trickling down the inside of the sleeve and inside of her blouse. "Thank you, Mr. Press," she says, and his knife clatters out of her hand.
Tomas never acted out of gallantry or chivalry, no matter how well-trained it was. He doesn't turn to soothe his mother but goes after the body of the thing Ivan just killed and starts to kick it, his face a furrowed mask of impotent rage. Granted, a moment later the exertion makes him go pale, makes his feet slide out from under him, and then he nearly cracks his skull again on the sidewalk when he falls.
Hilary rolls her eyes, exhaling. "Little idiot," she mutters.
[Hilary Durante] [DLP!]
[Hilary Durante] It is, in this world, one of the longer fights the Garou and their Kin run up against. But even then, it lasts mere moments. A minute, perhaps, and during that minute Ivan is dashing between Kinfolk who should have run, who should have just fucking run, and they are doing their best to either stay together and survive or get away and have a far better chance of doing so.
While he's trying to help Kaitlyn, slapping healing gourd after healing gourd on the female of another tribe, Hilary Durante is ruining her steel-colored coat with fomor blood. Her stepson's headwound has saturated his hairline and face and jaw and throat, soaked his jacket and his shirt, and still he's on his feet -- swaying -- holding a knife he shouldn't have and thrusting with it into the fanged monster again and again like it did him a personal insult by injuring him.
It's his stepmother, however -- his slender, once-dancer, pregnant stepmother, whose condition is hidden by her coat at the moment but cannot be hidden at home, everyone knows now -- who has actually hurt the thing, who has its blood on her fair white hand. Who earns its ire, for her impudence.
At the last, Kaitlyn is able to run away. The thing biting her drops, twitching, and Ivan wheels back towards the Durantes, grabbing the last of the fomor by the shoulder with one massive handpaw, the other snatching his knife back from Hilary. He forces the thing to arch its back and slams the blade between its shoulderblades. The last thing the fomor feels is hot, steaming breath rushing past what used to be human skin, what used to be a real face.
If it feels anything at all.
Ivan's not a warrior, really, or this would have been over ages ago. Hilary's faith would not have been so grotesquely misplaced, to think that he could handle three little monsters in a matter of seconds. But then, she's mated to a goddamn Galliard. She's mated to an Adren. And frankly, he's not the only Garou she's seen remove an opponent from existence in a matter of moments.
One of the things is twitching, but bleeding out. It doesn't have the regenerative capabilities of the Garou. They were human once -- burn the faces off, break out the fangs, and you have some bodies that could pass, when you get right down to bones and such, for some unfortunates from an exploding meth lab or the like. Whatever. It will get dealt with, though not by Hilary. Never by Hilary.
She looks at Ivan, still white-furred, blood-streaked, and inclines her head. Her breathing is elevated; she looks like she's in pain. Of course she's in pain. There's a bite wound on her shoulder from that thing, and blood is still welling up, soaking the wool of her coat, trickling down the inside of the sleeve and inside of her blouse. "Thank you, Mr. Press," she says, and his knife clatters out of her hand.
Tomas never acted out of gallantry or chivalry, no matter how well-trained it was. He doesn't turn to soothe his mother but goes after the body of the thing Ivan just killed and starts to kick it, his face a furrowed mask of impotent rage. Granted, a moment later the exertion makes him go pale, makes his feet slide out from under him, and then he nearly cracks his skull again on the sidewalk when he falls.
Hilary rolls her eyes, exhaling. "Little idiot," she mutters.
be like the deer.
6 years ago