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Ravagers Epic, Act III:
September 9, 2003
Spuds: ((*kicks the shit off*))
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Grins widely to Rane.* Wanna Piss, Nätt dam?
Darlin' Nikki: *Not that easy. Head down, her hair still covers her face, although the bruises peeking out from under her ripped tank tell him enough*
Elisa Apsara: Michael> *bobs her head* ~votm~ Well, that's part of research, sometimes. You find something that turns out to be a red herring later...persistence helps, but not always.
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *chuckles and shakes her head, it's still an odd question to hear* No thank you...
Niklas Kohl (GoF Kin, PB4): Linda>> There's not much I need right now... but there'll be plenty of time to think of something... *nods*
Spuds: *A rat spirit pops into exsistance on Linda's shoulder, whispering into the Warder's ear before returning to the Umbra* ~whispered~ Uhhh boss lady...we uhhh got a problem. They aren't in the Caern yet, but well. They got helicopters. And big guns. And some kinda japanese cartoon lookin thing I aint never seen before. You may wanna get all the fuzzballs across the Guantlet cuz well we can't bite helicopters.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): Fair enough.
Ash Shock-to-the-System Graham (heh heh heh): *slowly stands, rolling his neck with a pop as he slips the rifle to his shoulder, reaching the click shut the lock on the ammo crate with a zap of static from his fingers to the metal. Begins heading silently for the Training Area without a word*
Ishido Takanara: *still sitting serenely with that slight smile on his lips*
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Chuckles.* No drama, mate.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *snaps to attention* Kinfolk...get them to the shelter....hurry! Everyone else...sidestep....we got incoming!
Ash Shock-to-the-System Graham (heh heh heh): Linda>>ETA? *brings his rifle up as he shifts to Crinos*
Elisa Apsara: *nudges Michael at Linda's call* ~votm~ Go...*she hops off his shoulder and sidesteps*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): Unless someone can bring kin umbra!.....Go now!
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *on her feet and heading across before Linda finishes speaking*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): Imminant!
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: Leon pulls his hand back and snarls, a deep, guttural snarl that could not possibly come from a human throat. Stepping back, he shakes his head, whether out of anger or disbelief it's unclear, but he struggles to keep control.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): Armed helicopters!
Calvin MacLeod: *Calvin stands with a weary expresstion as he listens to Linda's orders. Decieding to cross over and stick around to see if anything violent happends.*
Cap "Rising South" Rountree (Alpha, FMT): *Grunts, steps off the porch, and concentrates, fading into the Gauntlet.*
Niklas Kohl (GoF Kin, PB4): *Tenses, running for his bags and shoulding them before looking back around, checking to make sure no one needs help before he heads for a busted-ass car to take shelter... just in case they need eyes out here...*
Michael Stevens: *his head jolts up* awwshitshitshit *reaches to the small of his back for his only real combat-suitable long knife.. not that he's got any intention of using it, looking for a place to take cover*
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Grabs Rane's shoulder and lets her Open the Way.*
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: ((dlp))
Darlin' Nikki: *Her head snaps up, revealing the extent of the rage taken out on her, eyes wide and filled with fear as she hears Linda*
Swante Taggart (STAT): Can't be just one bloody side, Sir. *Races into the tent, coming back out with his harmess, suit, and a disturbing amount of ammo.*
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *crossing, taking Jublain with her*
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: Leon's attention flashes to Linda and he snarls, and looks back to Nikki. "This isn't over, get to the shelter quick, we're coming under attack."
Ash Shock-to-the-System Graham (heh heh heh): *grunts, giving a nod to Swante.. the kin can handle himself. Crosses sideways... and damned if it don't seem a little difficult as he leaves his pack behind*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): Kinfolk....get the fuck outa the yard or else...take cover...basement of the garage or dugout cars! Go!
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *points where theses are*
Niklas Kohl (GoF Kin, PB4): *Inside the car, he quickly goes through his things... sawed-off loaded, sword shouldered, cell phone on silent...*
Michael Stevens: *takes a quick look... its either Nikki or Niklas. Decides the rookie might need a little more calming down, so heads that way at an all out sprint*
Spuds: ((Alright the Garou heading to the Umbra, hit DR1 and load up the soundtrack if ya went and got it))
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Grunts and starts putting on the suit.*
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): ((Gone Dynamic))
Spuds: ((*gone to DR1*))
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *sidesteps once she sees everyone scatter for shelter*
Michael Stevens: *whistles sharply* hey, Nikki! *points to one of the dugout cars* shelter
Darlin' Nikki: Leon> Don't leave me here! *Grabbing for his arm* I can help. Jus' let me go. *Right. What the fuck is she gonna do? Anything but stay here and wait for PJ to find her.... 'specially with everyone leaving*
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: "What do you mean you can help? Look, go with this guy. It's too dangerous."
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Hollers at Nikki.* Mate! *Grabs the pistol from its holster at the small of his back and tosses it to her, then finishes up with the armor.*
Michael Stevens: *looking a bit birdlike as Nikki stalls* look, it'll be cool. this is standard shit, we just need to get to some cover. I'll stay with ya
Darlin' Nikki: *That she can use. And she catches it, amazingly enough. Bonus for her. Hand firmly around it, she gives Leon a pleading look*
Niklas Kohl (GoF Kin, PB4): *Peers through the open side of the car at the collection still standing around... he grumbles to himself as he loads the heavy revolver from the bag..*
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: Giving Swante a shocked look, he reaches into his old beat up army coat and draws out a 9mm. "Absolutely not! Your body can't regrow bullet holes! Go, now! I'm expecting something just as nasty as me here!"
Michael Stevens: okay, fine! well if we're not taking cover, someone gimme a fucking gun!
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Swings on the harness and buckles it up, then picks up the rifle, muttering.* Alright, shiela...
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: Leon quickly takes Nikki by the coat and pulls her towards the nearest piece of cover, some beat up hulk of a car that they can crawl into, under the seats.
Spuds: ((Leon, if ya don't go now, yer character aint gonna be in the Umbral scene...we're waiting on you))
Darlin' Nikki: *Fuck him* Yeah, me too... *Shoving the gun toward Michael, she turns and stomps away*
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": One moment, nothing's there, the next, Eddie stands to the left of the entrance to the Maze. Hoodie rocked, blue bandana tied up around his mouth. He sprints for Leon, gun drawn, and slips the bandanna down, "The fuck is going on?"
Darlin' Nikki: ((my fault. sorry. *shoes Leon to the scene*))
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: ((Ah, well, are there any spirals attacking on this side?))
Spuds: ((Aint sayin shit...if you and Eddie are goin, ya need ta go right now...))
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: "Hermano, good to see you! Caern assault, helicopters." He turns to watch Nikki leave for a second, and then turns. "C'mon, Umbra!"
Michael Stevens: Cool. *takes the gun and heads for one of the half buried cars*
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": Eddie growls, and ducks low, "Where the fuck are the others?"
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Heads for the firmest-looking junkpile, to put something at his back, and drops to one knee.*
Darlin' Nikki: *'Course, some protection is better than no protection. Muttering a string of curses, she follows Michael, kicking anything that's likely to move as she goes*
Michael Stevens: *yells to Eddie* Umbra! scootch, we're under attack there
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": Eddie nods back to Michael, and slips out a knife, flipping it open and dragging it over his left cheek, blooding himself and shifting sideways.
Darlin' Nikki: *Woah. She's never seen anything like that before, and it stops her in her tracks, watching Eddie with a look of total confusion*
Michael Stevens: *waits in the modified bunker, keeping low and looking out*
Darlin' Nikki: *Eventually, she settles in near him, still cursing*
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: *the slightly shaky voice of Bubba comes over the PA* uhhh... guys? whoever the hell's fuckin' around back there, get up here. pronto!
Swante Taggart (STAT): Up front? Bloody fucking hell.... *Looks at the others, figures at least one knows what the hell he's doing, and gestures to Niklas.* Come on! *Runs.*
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: OOC:C&Pd:: Spuds: ((Okay now that everyone is here...these be the rules for the evening: 1 No arguing with Spuds. Period. You argue, yer gone. Argue after the scene is over not during. 2: We are not using dice tonight. We are goin full cinematic action tonight. Take yer hits as well as give em. Everyone understand tha rules?))
Niklas Kohl (GoF Kin, PB4): *Grunts angrily and slips out of the car, checking the skies before making a break down a thin path in the scrap, trying to keep some cover from being seen from above as he heads for the gates...*
Darlin' Nikki: ((check))
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: *The Convoy of black Range Rovers pulls to a halt directly in front of the Gatehouse... no radios play within, not even police scanners or CBs.. complete silence aside from the slight grind of tire on less than perfect asphault. With perfect unison, a dozen doors open and a dozen shiny black shoes click to the ground, following promptly by the matching pair. With complete silence, the twelve impeccable suits adjust their ties with only slight difference in their timing... just enough to look unrehearsed. All twelve take positions, then make no other motions, standing eerily silent. Bob and Bubba watch, obviously not at all comfortable with it*
Niklas Kohl (GoF Kin, PB4): ((Agreed... though I may need to get dropped suddenly.. My roommate is at work, and I am her ride in an hour...))
Michael Stevens: *remains where he is*
Darlin' Nikki: *This is fucking bad.... As little as she knows, she's absolutely sure about that*
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Slaps a clip into the AS-115, and another into the M203, dropping again to one knee.*
Michael Stevens: *glances over to Nikki, pulling out a pair of cigarettes and passing one to her to help calm her nerves somewhat*
Niklas Kohl (GoF Kin, PB4): *Finds a place to stay hidden near the front, watching the men as they pile out*
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: *the men make no motions... make no sounds.. its unsure if they even see what's in front of them*
Darlin' Nikki: *Nodding her thanks, she takes it, keeping one eye on the shoes*
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: OOC:btw, the street/shack/MIBs aren't visible from the bunker
Darlin' Nikki: ((gotcha. dlp, then))
Michael Stevens: OOC:btw, can someone archive this?
Swante Taggart (STAT): ((I can try, but I'm runnin' three characters right now...))
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: *Bob steps out of the Guardshack, shifting up to his absolutely immense Crinos form.. that obscene degree of obesity not shrinking one bit as he simply dwarfs everyone around him... Bubba kicks something over and pulls out a shotgun, placing it in the window of the shack and using the rest for partial cover* OOC;and we're off synch.. post away
Swante Taggart (STAT): ((Ugh, *kicks PM in appropriate direction.)) *Lets loose with the M203 first, firing a 40-mil grenade into the group of agents.*
Michael Stevens: *quickly ducks as he hears the explosion* FUCK!
Darlin' Nikki: *She dives too, landing on her already bruised arm, wincing and swearing*
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: *the blast sends three MIBs to the ground and knocks several other aside by a step... and then the barrage begins. Despite their injury, the ones on the ground open fire with the rest, their fingers working in perfect harmony, providing a steady stream of bullets, as if fired from a single .30 cal machine gun. Bullets ping off the guard shack and heaps of trash.. several smashing into Swante's armor forcefully, though not breaking the advanced defensive materials. Bubba's shotgun opens with explosive force, throwing one of the MIBs to the ground*
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Grunts, involuntarily standing up--not getting through the armor simply means he took the equivalent of a damned hard punch--and steps back quickly to the wall, his legs simply moving to keep him upright. Now he lets go with the other barrel, both literally and figuratively, sweeping the group with a stream of caseless rounds before Bob's too close for such indiscriminate fire.*
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: *Several of the men that were grounded are already up... their bodies resisting the change that the ammo provided, returning to their static shape.. the gunfire continues without any real aim, its only goal seeming to be to fill the air... Bubba bellows in pain from within the shack and another shotgun blast goes off, droppning another MIB who's already rising back up... the sweep from Swante leaves a bloody line across the formation, though they make no sound to indicate the pain registered. half of one's neck simply dissapears, though the skin and tissue begins to reknit, as if reshaping the very air*
Michael Stevens: Nikki>fuckfuck.... stay down.. *peers just his eyes out* they haven't gotten through yet... as long as we hear the gunfire, we're safe.
Darlin' Nikki: *Sound advice, that. She presses closer to the ground, eyes squeezed shut*
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Ducks down, leaning against the junkpile for whatever partial cover it may offer as he slaps in a fresh clip, and this time aims for a head.*
Jeremiah Seymore: *runs in from the maze* Oh crap, gimme a rifle!
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: *the gunfire doesn't stop... Bob apparently smells blood and with a massive bellow, shows he isn't just decoration as he charges the line of MIBs, Bubba firing another shot into one of the downed ones with a spatter of tissue and organs. Swante's next shot goes clear through an MIB's head, removing eye and skull equally.. the figure drops, but the tissue begins to reknit once more*
Jeremiah Seymore: *heads into the GA, gets a rifle with a scope and a box of ammo*
Michael Stevens: *yells towards Jere* don't be stupid!
Swante Taggart (STAT): Crikey! *At least that one isn't shooting for the time being. Keeps shooting, aiming for heads but trading off the occasional miss in favor of speed.*
Jeremiah Seymore: Mike- They'll kill is if they get through. *runs for the sniper tower*
Darlin' Nikki: Michael> *Just a touch of panic in her voice* What's going on?
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: *Bob plows into two of the MIBs, blood spraying from his back as rounds pass through, as well as several lodging inside... the force of his impact takes both with him to crush into the side of one of the Range Rovers with brutal force... the crunch of bone and organ inaudible over the din of the firearms*
Jeremiah Seymore: *starts up the tower*
Michael Stevens: Nikki>>stay calm and stay here... you'll be safe the Garou'll be back soon... we're just holding out until they get back... *and despite his lack of confidence, he sounds sure enough about it. could've had a career as a used car salesman, probably*
Swante Taggart (STAT): Bloody fucking.... *Takes a moment to whip his combat knife from its boot sheath and clip it to the muzzle of his rifle--it's going to come to that, he's afraid--and continues firing.*
Darlin' Nikki: Michael> Don't leave, okay? Please? *Yep. That's panic*
Michael Stevens: I won't... *finally realizes he needed to click the safety off the 9mm and does so*
Darlin' Nikki: *Not that she needs him.... She don't ~need~ anybody.*
Jeremiah Seymore: *once he gets situated and loads his rifle, he starts firing at thier heads steadily, taking time to aim with the scope for each shot*
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: *Bubba yells and Bob listens, the bigger behemoth diving out of the way as two MIBs turn to bring their weapons to bear on him... Bubba's shotgun singing again and knocking the first into the second, buying Bob enough time to slash the ankles of one. Swante drops yet another and pings the SUVs full of bullet holes, though apparently they're armored*
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Grunts, taking advantage of the confusion to step forward and empty his clip into the area of one SUV's gas-tank. With luck, there'll be a spark off something.*
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: *and smoothly, Jere's shots drop a couple of MIBs, and a few other shots miss by just a hair.. some of the head shots seem to do nothing, others seem to wreak havoc, though only one MIB drops... the tissue immediately healing once more. Things don't look too positive right now... eventually the defenders will run out of ammo, or have to sleep, or eat....*
Swante Taggart (STAT): ((*G* and only Swante can make head-shots in his sleep....))
Heather Payton(Booted): *just driving up like always, she sees the scene and starts to curse loudly...She parks a distance away and fumbles under her seat, eventually pulling an orange box*
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: *Swante lucks up... that SUV bombs like a Polly Shore movie.. the boom deafening as shrapnel and fire flies in all directions. The back of the SUV in front of it rockets upwards, nearly flipping the vehicle before it comes crashing down, all the glass shattered. All but one MIB are thrown to the ground from the blast, and that final one's still knocked forward a good twenty feet. Even Bob's thrown to the side slightly, landing with a horrendous crunch before he doesn't stand again, his body torn by shrapnel and bullets. Bubba screams with fury and the shotgun sings again and again*
Jeremiah Seymore: *sighs worriedly as he fires round after round*
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Slaps in a third clip, and this time doesn't bother with hoping--pops a round into the M203, and lets loose at another of the vehicles.*
Darlin' Nikki: *She screams when it explodes, scrambling out of the bunker, intent on getting the hell out of there*
Michael Stevens: *grabs Nikki's legs as she tries to scramble past, hell bent and determined to keep her in there*
Darlin' Nikki: *Screaming again, she tries to tug free*
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: *the second SUV blows with an equally destructive effect... a couple of the MIBs no longer moving at all. not even healing. seven of the remaining pile into the final SUV as quickly as they can at some unspoken call for retreat. the odd man out grabs for a rear window and places a single foot on the bumper for his escape. Engines rev, tires squeal and every gun still with a working hand behind it continunes firing*
Michael Stevens: *drops the gun so he can get a deathgrip on Nikki's legs, yelling* get back in here
Jeremiah Seymore: *fires at the fleeing vehicles*
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: *Jere nails another in the head, JFK style, and through his scope he can see the shower of fluids that cover the MIB seated next to him*
Darlin' Nikki: *Kicking at Michael, screeching as she tries to get away* They're gonna fuckin' KILL us!
Heather Payton(Booted): *screams at the explosion, dropping the box...She gets down, keeping her head below the dashboard, as she fumbles what looks like a large-bored orange pistol out of the orange box...She then grabs what looks like a box of short 12-gauge shotgun shells, cracks the bore of the orange gun, and drops one of the shells in...It doesn't take a genius to figure out her regular guns aren't going to do a damn thing, so she gets her last resort ready, and proceeds to freeze there, waiting for a break in the gunfire before she pokes her head above the dash*
Swante Taggart (STAT): ((*G* Wouldn't JFK-style mean he kills four of 'em with one bullet? )) *Charges forward now, hoping like hell he doesn't end up getting riddle for playing the hero, and empties the clip again, this time trying to make a low line across the back in hopes of getting another tank.*
Michael Stevens: *not gonna offer rational argument* its safer here! *takes a kick in the jaw, but holds on.. life or death matter, after all*
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: *and the second gunman on the junky knoll's gunfire blows out one of the tires, perforates the back door and manages to catch a bullet in the thigh as several other ping off of the asphault around him for his troubles. Tires squeal and rubber gets layed... they're floorin' the retreat*
Darlin' Nikki: *The shooting is enough to convince her. Giving up the fight as quickly as it started, she falls backwards against Michael*
Michael Stevens: *keeps one arm around Nikki's waist as she falls back in, grabbing the gun again with his free hand* stay... here.. wait for the 'thropes
Jeremiah Seymore: *still firing at what ever is left of the nasties*
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Loads up the M203 again--he's gonna catch hell requisitioning more, but--as he runs, hoping like hell the truck isn't out of range before he can let loose.*
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: *leaving behind the bodies of several MIBs.. ravaged by debris, claw and bullet. Bubba comes running from the guard shack, throwing down the shotgun to go to the unconscious Bob*
Darlin' Nikki: *Wiggling away, she crouches low against the wall*
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: *for the sake of not screwing something for later...they're gone. a quick turn causes the grenade to land on the street, putting out several bulding windows and leaving a hole in the road*
Swante Taggart (STAT): Bloody fucking dropkicks.... *Runs back, slapping in yet another clip, and looks first to Bob to see f the massive bulk is breathing, then to the MiBs to make sure they'er not.*
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: *those MIBs are out. completely. Bubba's checking Bob for a pulse, and gives an audible sigh of relief before straining to drag the metis back inside the gates, muttering in angry relief despite the blood running down his right shoulder*
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Slings the rifle and takes an arm to drag*
Michael Stevens: *with the bulletfire ended, Mike holds up a warding finger to Nikki... waiting a few minutes to make sure nothing comes charging through... tucks the gun into the front of his jeans and slips back out, extending a hand to help the kin out.. not gonna leave her behidn to be afraid of gettng klled.*
Heather Payton(Booted): *is it over now? Hard to tell, but she decides to go for it. Stuffing the bright orange gun in the waistband of her jeans, she opens the door of her truck and rushes across the street, keeping her head down*
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: *bubba conntinues grumbling as they very very slowly pull the absolutely behemoth crinos inside the gates and behind, at least some cover from the streets before Bubba starts checking over his partner's injuries*
Darlin' Nikki: *Cautiously, she takes it, not convinced that her chances aren't better where she is*
Jeremiah Seymore: *climbs down from the tower*
Michael Stevens: *lights up a pair of smokes again and slowly begins heading for the maze entrance, pulling the gun back out* Nikki>>if they'd broke through, we'd probably be overrun by now, so I'm thinking the cavalry showed.. never hurts to be safe, though
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Lets Bubba do the checkin'--Swante's no medic--and moves to the gates again, rifle in hand, to keep a lookout crouched against the gatepole.*
Darlin' Nikki: Okay... *Shakily taking the smoke, keeping close on his heels*
Michael Stevens: *having long since memorized the path, gets through it pretty quickly, pressing his back to a junkpile just by the entrance as he peers around the side, seeing nothing nothing non-sept but some dead bodies and smoking SUVs. yells out* it clear?
Heather Payton(Booted): *she flat-out runs to the gate, hands up, shouting* Don't shoot!
Jeremiah Seymore: Any survivors down here?
Swante Taggart (STAT): Dead-set, it's clear. Bloody hell, you think ~that~ could down an Aussie?
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Raises the rifle, then lowers it immediately.* Come in quick, mate. That bloody auto could come back just as quick as it went out.
The Inevitable [[rabid quasi-PR]]: OOC:kay. send it to Anna or Spuds if you don't mind
Michael Stevens: *Mike steps around the corner with the 9 mil out again, looking around quickly* the hell happened? everyone alive?
Jeremiah Seymore: ((I will, as soon as you give me those intro posts. *s*))
Heather Payton(Booted): *practically dives through the gate, crouching next to Swante, grabbing the gun from the waistband of her jeans again* Anybody hit?
Swante Taggart (STAT): ((*G* Gimme your ICQ and I'll send 'em to ya.)) Nothing for me. Bob's tore up bad, an' I think bubba's bloody hit.
~end archive by Zach~
Those that were in the Umbra start returning.
Note: The begining of the scene is missing, archiver arrived late.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *Linda roars and rushes towards Ishido...her Fangdagger is activated as he intends to burry it deep within his traitorous hide*
Spuds: *Easily ducking the hammer thrown at him, the Pistol blast catches his leg and blows a chunk of it away which immediately extends metal fillaments and seals itself up not even leaving blood behind. Silently and without any emotion, the pseudo-Stargazer leaps at Jublain and extends a foot with speed that equals that of Rage*
Spuds: Calvin>>*The large wired Garou moves way to fast for any aiming attempts*
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": Eddie is faster than this thing, much faster, maybe not stronger...but, shit. The young Galliard's shoulder impacts with the gun's supporting arm as he slips inside of it, ducking into the monstrosity's body, and, yelling to his packmate to do the same, ducks down, preparing for a rising attack against the creature to unbalance it.
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Jublain, on the other hand, sticks with good old-fashioned Rage. The hammer flies past, still howling, then disappears, to reappear instantly in Jublain's hand. He sets himself as his opponent rushes, and thrusts the hammer forward, intending to let Ishido kick the spear-head-like spike at the top just as hard as he wants.*
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": ((Those were rage-fueled actions, BTW, two, I think))
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: Leon buttresses himself against the metal beast, putting leverage between him and the thing's arm. If they can't rip it apart, hell, even the mighty can fall.
Cap "Rising South" Rountree (Alpha, FMT): *Cocks the pistol again, but can't fire as the traitor closes with the Garou--buckshot is just too indiscriminate. Instead, with some of his own small store of Rage, he whirls to fire into the mass of MiBs.*
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *she snarls as one bullet catches her high in her right shoulder, passing cleanly through, another grazing her left thigh, annoyances at best with her gift active...and not one reaches Jublain's back, which was her goal*
Spuds: *Eddie and Leon>>As they try and get underneath the whatever it is they feel pain...lots of it as 4 of the Men in Black turn around and start shooting into their backs at point blank range*//*Linda>>The pain-dagger slices across his abdomen as he flies past her but that to heals almost as soon as the wound is made.//Jublain>>With a gesture of his hand some force yanks the hammer just to the left of Ishido's foot which now has nothing stopping it from hitting Jubes*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *She narrows her eyes....thoughts a vague thought about making her blow count...she will twist and go into for another swipe, activiting the fangdagger again...this time aiming for Ishido's head or neck...harder perhaps but if hes decapitated maybe he can't heal THAT if hes dead*
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Grunts under the impact, snarling and snapping at the leg, blowing Rage like there's no tomorrow... which, come to think of it, there might not be--if he gets hold, he's not letting go.*
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": Eddie screams out as the hot bullets tear through his back, the pain fuels his rising fury even further, and steels him to do what he must. As he pushes, his muscles bulge fuller spirit's strength presses against the thing. ((Using the Gift: Desperate Strength))
Elisa Apsara: *She's busy swerving to stay away from the firing, hoping the fire elementals slow them down, at least keep them busy for a while since she's still trying to keep point, and warn those who need it.*
Spuds: *Jubes gets a chunk of Ishido's leg in his mouth and his body drops to the ground, making it easy for Linda to jam the Fang Dagger into his forehead just as his other foot shatters Jublain's muzzle...his legs drop he stops breathing...he aint healin...he be dead*
Calvin MacLeod: *Calvin lets his rifle drop and he leaps from his cover with his pain dagger in hand and his sawd off shotgun in the other. He bolts towards the battle at the gate, unwilling to sit back when a cearn of rat was being violated by the weaver. He takes his time to keep sheltered from the helicopters. Willing to let the garou at the gate soften the enemy up a little.*
Spuds: *the Elementals and choppers are trading fire, but the Elementals are quickly running out of Essence to throw, while the choppers seem to have no shortage of ammo*
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: Howling in pain and rage as the metal sears through his flesh, Leon's eyes flash in rage and hatred, and he spins on his paws, his eyes misting over with red as he leaps upon the first gunman, his arm raking him with a wild swing, claws ripping and tearing.
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: ((1 Rage action there))
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *She pulls her Fangdagger out from his forehead eying him for a few precious seconds making sure her adversary is really dead*
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Slams Kjede-Bryter down into the bastard's chest--no harm in making sure--and turns to face the rest of the threat.*
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *the battle behind her is done, she can tell that by the sound...and she readies to charge into the battle in front, when her alpha gives the word*
Spuds: *Eddie, now locked alone in a contest of strength with the machine is evenly matched...but a machine never tires and Eddie's muscles will eventually falter enough for it to bring that cannon to bear. Leon slams into one and starts tearing it apart, it tries healing but the wounds come to quickly for it's system to keep up and it dies...the two next to it on the other hand just emotionlessly turn and start pumping rounds into Leon...Cap has by now managed to put a few down, but they keep getting up. Unless he gets in close his buckshot aint gonna be worth shit*
Cap "Rising South" Rountree (Alpha, FMT): *Starts moving--dammit, he should have before, being useless in the other fight, firing with his right paw and pulling the one spare cylinder he has from his massive overalls (talk about stretch-pants...) with his left.*
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: Grabbing ahold of the corpse of the man in black, Leon locks his fangs into the chest of the other, ripping his maw for his heart, if he even has one, savagely tearing at it.
Spuds: Jubes>>*CRUNCH....yeah he's dead*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *once assured Ishido is dead she turns...and begins runnint to aid the forward battle*
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: Bullets continue to sear through his body and he snarls and growls in Rage and pain as the angry bee stings fill his body.
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": Eddie can feel his muscles strain, this thing is armored, and it's bringing that big fucking gun down soon. He continues to push, mind racing.
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): Ps--The ones on the ground. *Burts forth with another Anthem of War, this one a pale thing beside his earlier Gift-inspired declaration, and charges the line of men, hurling the massive hammer as he goes.*
Elisa Apsara: *She watches to make certain Ishido is dead, a bit of paranoia keeping her watching while the others turn, just in case. Tempted to drink the eye, but this isn't the time....*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *Linda will head past the men in black to assist Leon and Eddie with the big robot thing...she burning rage here, will attempt to climb it's back to a head or neck area...and then hack her way though with her dagger...activating it (yes this is description of a couple rounds here) trying to slash her way into whatever control center it may have*
Calvin MacLeod: *Calvin runs up to the men in black as they fire apon Eddie, raiseing the barrell of his shotgun with one hand to the back of a neck and bringing his pain dagger towards the head of another. Prepaired to attempt to jump back if the two MiB's react to quickly to his attempted sneak attack.* (splitting action for a shot and a stab, spending a rage to reserve for a dodge action)
Spuds: *the choppers, having out lasted the Elementals turn and start back twords the gates, one of them stitching Linda across the back with a burst of machine gun fire...and then the helicopter quite simply explodes as a pair of glowing green fireballs fly into it from across the street...the reek of the Wyrm reaches the nostrils of the Garou...and you thought it couldn't get worse* ((One reaction post from everyone ... PM coming to Elisa))
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": Eddie shouts, straining, ~HT~"BRING IT BACK!! HIT THE HELICOPTERS WITH IT GUN!"
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Snarls and pushes himself, wanting to take care of one enemy at a time, and hurls the Hammer again, this time at the remaining chopper.*
Elisa Apsara: (ten min warning)
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *moves with Jublain, slamming into the fray in a rage-fueled whirl of claws... And then the wyrm-reek hits her, and she can only snarl, preparing for this to be her last stand*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *as he hacks away at the robot* GS FUCK! *whether it's at seeing the wyrm activity or being shot...well it's hard to tell*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): he=she
Spuds: ((Once again those with the soundtrack: Cue Track 6: Danzig - Mother)) *from the darkness of the alleyway behind the Weaver's forces steps a figure robed in brown with a Baneklaive sheathed at his side...green reptilian eyes glowing from the shadows of the hood...he stops and raises his hands and out of the shadows come the rest...29 in all if you count Rahzoreg...all in Crinos or Hispo...all sporting green scales on their black fur...Rahzoreg lowers his head for an instant, growing into his Crinos shape before roaring out* ~HT~ FOR THE FATHER! *The Symphony of the Abyss begins and the Ravagers charge*
Cap "Rising South" Rountree (Alpha, FMT): *Comes to point-blank range, steeling himself against the very real possibility that he'll be splattered, and cuts loose his dogs, firing off both remaining shots and slapping the new cylinder into the Pistol.*
Spuds: *The Men in Black and last remaining chopper instantly shift their attention to the charging Ravagers, while the "robot" finally has enough of the Garou wrestling and sends a shock of electricity through it's metallic skin*
Calvin MacLeod: (twenty nine crinos garou?)
Spuds: ((29 Garou...some Crinos, some Hispo...))
Spuds: ((Heh is the Ratkin afraid yet? *chuckle*))
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": Eddie gets hit hard by the electricity, slamming down and shuddering as the shock runs the course of his body, recovering only in time to notice the skirmish force of twisted Garou rushing at the Caern.
Elisa Apsara: *She looks to see Ishido escaping but too fast for her to let out a warning caw until he escapes, but tries to alert them anyway, at least before the helicopter explodes. She chokes on that cawk as she has to swerve, gagging at the stentch of the Wyrm....so much for things getting better*
Elisa Apsara: (and...have to go, got work in the morning)
Calvin MacLeod: (yeah, he is about to do a cartmen impresstion)
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: Still slashing and biting, Leon tears through the gunman as best he can, but he's weakening, the bullets are slowly tearing him to shreds, healing only just as a new wound is made.
Ash Shock-to-the-System Graham (heh heh heh): OOC:it shouldn't be the 29 that scare
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): (escaped? But we killed him)
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): (or we thought we did...*sighs*)
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *still engaged with hacking at the robot thing*
Spuds: ((Yes you did kill him *nod* And he waited for them to leave and then he fixed himself...it's somethin from Book of the Weaver))
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Drops of black bile drip from his wounds to score small pits in the umbral pavement as he continues to charge, diving into the group of gunmen.*
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *she's no where near the warrior her alpha is, but her training has paid off, and it's taking longer for them to wear her down...still, blood runs, glossy black patches on her charcoal-gray fur*
Spuds: *the robot tosses Linda off it and turn around...to see a pack of Ravagers charge it...two grab it's arms, a third leaps over it and tears at the front plate, a fourth does the same and tears it away to show the Man in Black inside the cockpit while a fifth drives his clawed hand into the cockpit and out the back with a howl of elation...all across the battlefield the Ravagers attack the Weaver's forces, Smog Banes clogging up the other choppers intake valves ... and through it all Rahzoreg watches in Crinos with his arms crossed in his sleeves*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *Linda falls and rights herself...maybe bruised...she looks for enemies...selecting for now...the weaver ones...going for gunmen*
Calvin MacLeod: (did calvin manage to pull off his little manuver?)
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": Eddie snarls, and reaches down, grabbing a large piece of asphalt seperated from under the robot's foot. His muscles flag a little from his earlier struggle, but he raises the chunk of concrete, club-like, and swings at the head of the nearest BSD, assumedly one of those cheering the fall of the robot thing.
Spuds: ((I missed Calvin's lil manuever)) *in moments of the arrival of the Spiral's it's all over...the last chopper and only survivor of the Weaver's forces turning and heading off with the smog spirits chasing it... Eddie slams one Spiral upside the head and it prepares to impale him on it's claws but stops...narrowing it's eyes at the Galliard and snarling...as one the Ravagers back off to stand next to and behind their Alpha...who has yet to move and now just watches the Gaians as they recover*
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": Eddie laughs, swaying a little, asphalt resting on his shoulder, ready to swing again with the same force...
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *swings her gaze to the Ravagers, her eyes seeking their alpha, since she hasn't seen him before...just watching the robed one as her wounds drip blood down her fur, even as they begin to heal*
Cap "Rising South" Rountree (Alpha, FMT): *Takes the time to reload--with no more cylinders, it's the old-fashioned one-round-at-a-time.*
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: Leon, slumping to the ground, covered in blood and gasping as his punctured lungs regrow, fights himself to his feet and picks up a steel beam from the junk heap, preparing to make a last stand.
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Crouches, catching his breath, tensed and watching--hackles raised from skull to tail and ear laid down flat.*
Spuds: *Rahzoreg takes two steps forward, reverts to homid and calls out* Now do you believe what I have told you? *addressed to Jublain in particular*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *removes the remains of a MIB drone from her claws and stands up...weapon ready...surrounded by Spirals, sure they might be the allies in the spirit riddle but still...they are Spirals* GS We'll protect this Cearn to our last Garou if we must. Heres the best chance you'll ever have...*spits it out* But I'll take as many of you out as I can before I die.
Calvin MacLeod: (meh, just say he didnt get there in time then.) *Calvin's instenct is very very different then the Gaian garous, he backs off, waiting for the fight between the weaver and the wyrm to play out before throwing down. He watches the arrogent and still garou, the leader of the wyrms no doubt, and he draws a slim knife, takeing careful aim before letting a rattish screetch join the noise of the battle before hurling it towards his head.* (shadow throw at a considerable distence towards the now homid Boss wyrm)
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): HT--It... seems more likely.
Spuds: *Rahzoreg still doesn't move, and one of the Crinos standing next to him leaps to take the spiritually augmented dagger in the shoulder...the group as a whole snarl and look ready to charge just for that but they wait for the Alpha to give the command*
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": As the Rat-screech fills the air, Eddie swings the club HARD at the face of the Spiral looking at him, hopefully crushing its muzzle, any teeth he can get to, and fucking with its face in general.
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *still watching Rahzoreg...*
Calvin MacLeod: *Perks a monstrous brow at the discipline and loyalty in the ranks of the enemy* `rs` Screw you guys; Im going home.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): GS For Gaia's sake....we are all dead anyway if they decide to attack....it seems there Alpha wants to talk, lets at least find out why they aint immediately slaughtering us.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *stands gazing at Rahzoreg* GS Well what are you going to say Spiral?
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *she is ready to attack...you bet....but holds for now*
Spuds: *Rahz acts as if the knife was never thrown and continues to speak calmly* So what will you do? Fight the city alone? We have the same enemy. Together we can defeat it. Stand together in victory? Or die seperately? What will your choice be? I'm not asking you to make it now of course, that would be a rash and unwise decision. Speak with your Grand Elder, find out what else has occurred this night and then decide. When you have made your decision, I have someone in mind, someone you know to act as a contact between us. *he gestures and from the shadows comes another robed figure, nowhere near as impressive feeling as Rahzoreg...he walks forward and pushes the hood back...and it's Scott Timmons...scales now cover his neck and hands and his eyes, while still human have a green cast to them* I believe you know him already. *Scott just stands silently, watching his one time Septmates*
Spuds: ((Eddie>>The Spirals are all on the other side of the street...not within hand to hand range))
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *snarls* GS Traitor!
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": ((Oh. Right. My bad...))
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *doesn't know who Scott Timmons is, or why he would matter...another Spiral, whoopee...her dark eyes continue to watch Rahzoreg...so much power there...how much must he know...*
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Growls quietly, watching, and remains silent.*
Spuds: *Scott doesn't wince or lower his head at the curse from Linda, just stands there proud and tall...Rahzoreg holds out his clawed and scaled hand* Now now, let's not throw curses about. He made his choice of his own free will. He still fights for the same things, just in a differant way.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): GS Spiral lies.
Spuds: Am I lying? You can tell I'm sure one of you is a Half Moon. Test my words for validity.
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: Leon, now mostly healed, stands in Crinos, angry and raging, his chest rising and falling with his breaths, clutching the steel beam like a bat, staring at the horde of Spirals.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *keeps where she is between the Spirals and the Cearn prepared to die defending the place that is her charge*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *activates truth of gaia*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): GS That just means Scott is all the more contemptable for it.
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *When he speaks, his voice is underlaid with Rage. Nonetheless, it's less an epithet than a suggestion.* HT--Then repeat it and let them test. *All the same, the hackles are still up, every muscle tense.*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): GS I'm ready.
Spuds: Oh he is now? He's contemptable because he chose a side differant than your own? I would think someone who has suffered racism would be the last to use it. No matter. In one day and a week I will send Scott to get the answer as to what your Sept has decided. I advise you all to think very hard before you choose in either direction. *Scott pulls his hood up and along with the other Ravagers and Rahzoreg retreat into the umbral shadows*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): GS Choose what? *thinks what has the Grandfather kept from her*
Spuds: ((delay the leaving till after this)) Very well. Scott was not coerced, he chose of his own free will to join us. He still fights for the same things, just differantly. *pauses...his words ring as true* Satisfied? *and leaves without waiting for an answer*
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *watches the shadows long after they've departed...then finally gives herself a visible shake, and looks down to her alpha*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): GS The Spiral speaks truth. *spits at Scott*
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": As soon as the Spirals are gone, Eddie shifts to homid. "You should kill him when he arrives."
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: Leon drops the beam with a loud, audible clang, and shifts down to his breed form, still angry. "And stick his head on a pike."
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): GS Tempting...*snarls* But first I'm going to see what Grandfather Jocab knows that hes neglected to mention about these Spirals...like what fucking deal was offered.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): GS Though it sounds like the Grandfather already told these Spirals to go to hell once.
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: "We cannot deal with the Devil. We're these bastard's executioners... not their allies."
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": "Tssht..." Eddie sneers at the mention of Jacob, and nods to Leon. "This is a war, rhya, send his head back with your reply. He was stupid enough to step into our holy place, we should only show him the kindness they would show us in a hive."
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Zones out a moment.* PS--Our part's done. Let your wounds heal and let's see who's been hurt.
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): ~ps~ I'm as healed as I'm getting... The kinfolk....someone should check on them.
Spuds: ((Good timing...I'll be back after dinner and such...))
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": "I'll do it..." Eddie shifts sideways...
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: Hearing the mention of kinfolk, Leon feels no need to stay for Sept politics. He is a priest, not a ruler. He steps back into the physical world, and begins to look about.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *glares at Eddie* Sayz the one who is going to be skipping out to South America.
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): ((That was pack speech between she and Jublain, no one heard that))
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *steps sideways...fearing for what happened on the other side*
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *returns to the other side, too*
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): PS--There are wounded here, too. *Still pretty much staring into space.*
Cap "Rising South" Rountree (Alpha, FMT): *Moves to check the two who were first hit.*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *returns to the Cearn*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): (I mean the other side)
Ash Shock-to-the-System (oh the irony): *still charred*
Cap "Rising South" Rountree (Alpha, FMT): ((Charred as in wounded-charred or as in completely frickin' roasted-charred?))
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Fades back across the Gauntlet.*
Ash Shock-to-the-System (oh the irony): OOC:I'd have to assume charred enough to take him to incap, along with Austin.
Cap "Rising South" Rountree (Alpha, FMT): ((Cool.)) *Holsters the monstrous firearm and starts dragging the two back towards the umbral reflection of the Gathering Area.
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *she reappears, returning to Crinos form and moving to help Cap, gathering Ash into her arms, leaving the bigger man to handle the unconcious Crinos* ~ht~ No one can heal... There is only the kin nurse...but she may be able to do something.
Cap "Rising South" Rountree (Alpha, FMT): *Nods.* HT--Thought about askin' some spirits t'help, but I aint' no theurge. Wouldn't know who t'ask, nor how t'ask 'em.
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): ~ht~ Water... Water heals. Or...Unicorn...or sometimes pain, if you ask them right, but they usually cost... *the young theurge is tired...* I can try...
Cap "Rising South" Rountree (Alpha, FMT): *Nods.* Got some branch water--pure, from a stream--I use, back of m'van. If that'll help some, go ahead an' use it.
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *she nods her furry head, and crouches to lay Ash down gently, as comfortably as possible* ~ht~ Can you bring it to me here...? I could try, realside, but...it's more difficult.
Cap "Rising South" Rountree (Alpha, FMT): HT--Cain't get it across.
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *she sighs* ~ht~ Then I will make do with what I have. *which is what, exactly? She settles in to do the least-prepared summoning she's ever attempted*
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): ((How picky we want to be about this? *grin*))
Ash Shock-to-the-System (oh the irony): OOC:eh. I'd say ask spuds
Ash Shock-to-the-System (oh the irony): OOC:at this point, I'm back to player status *nodnod*
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): ((Spuds says he doesn't care, so I'm just gonna make this up. *L*))
Ash Shock-to-the-System (oh the irony): OOC;kosher
Cap "Rising South" Rountree (Alpha, FMT): ((*G* Well, with 2 suxx, she'll be able to get one, but she'll probably have to fork over some Gnosis to get it to do any healing....)) *It's a damn long while for the Rite, and a little bit before the elemental shows up.* SS--Alright, you called me for a reason, let's hear it.
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): ~ss~ I have two allies who require healing... I offer chiminage...*raising one claw, she calmly slashes her own forearm open, blood spilling freely...it is mostly water, after all, and all she has to offer* ~ss~ As well as gnosis, for your aid...
Cap "Rising South" Rountree (Alpha, FMT): *The spirit, a bubble of water that constantly flows--seeiming to move downward until you track it against background objects and realize it isn't moving at all--looks at her a moment, then slides forward. The blood flows to the ground, making a small stream that makes the blob seem to be more real, more vital.* SS--The gift is acceptable... not what I expected, but good. I will aid them, for the Gnosis. *and waits. Apparently, Gnosis talks and bullshit walks.*
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *she closes her eyes and offers her gnosis, splurging a little for the spirit's good will...* (3 points)
Cap "Rising South" Rountree (Alpha, FMT): *An almost orgasmic sigh of contentment as energy simply ~pours~ into the sucker.* SS--Goooood.... *Flows over the nearest one first, busting out with the Charm, then the other.*
Ash Shock-to-the-System (oh the irony): OOC:how much it heal, ken?
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *she wavers slightly on her feet, but is going to see this done and done well*
Cap "Rising South" Rountree (Alpha, FMT): ((Im gonna say 2 on each. It's not an easy Charm for the sucker to use, but it's enough to get 'em both up and walking.*
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *she offers her thanks once more to the elemental...then reverts to homid as she slowly sinks to her knees, exhausted....the cut on her arm continues to bleed, though it's slowing as it clots*
Ash Shock-to-the-System (oh the irony): OOC:a'ight... which brings 'em to mauled. BIC:*Ash's breathing quickens slightly as his tissue begins to reknit, his back arching like defibrilators had been used, coughing and sputtering charred blackened chunks as gray eyes open from charred sockets*
Cap "Rising South" Rountree (Alpha, FMT): *The spirit nods--rather graciously, seeing as the theurge just got suckered--then sinks into the ground. In a few moments, not even a wet spot remains.*
Ash Shock-to-the-System (oh the irony): OOC:damn... I need to sleep with more elementals, then
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): ooc: Ewww... *snickers*
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *raises her eyes enough to find Ash's, just watching him*
Cap "Rising South" Rountree (Alpha, FMT): ((*G* Oh, there's a song I gotta dig up an' get you to listen to that just ~screams~ HGB.))
Cap "Rising South" Rountree (Alpha, FMT): *Settled back on his haunches the whole time, watching.*
Ash Shock-to-the-System (oh the irony): OOC:Black No1 by Type O Negative? *chuckle* BIC:*blinks a few more times before the electrical crackle of his Numen begins again.. comunicating with the spirit to find out what happened before concluding it wasn't her, coughs again, his throat raw from the burns in it* Rane>>what happened?
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): A traitor.... You and...your packmate were downed. Spirals arrived, and routed the weaver forces.
Ash Shock-to-the-System (oh the irony): *growls and shifts to Crinos, reaching for his gun to sling onto a crisped shoulder* Rane>>who was it?
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): The Asian... Ishido. *she looks to where the body should be laying, and frowns when it isn't there...* I thought him killed, but...
Cap "Rising South" Rountree (Alpha, FMT): HT--That Kung-Fu guy. ((Nope. Mebbe you can dig it up on Kazaa, I ain't tried yet. Where the Sun Don't Shine, by Ray Stevens.))
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *even kneeling, she wobbles slightly* I...have to rest...
Ash Shock-to-the-System (oh the irony): *shakes his head with a growl* I'd heard of him, but never seen him until tonight...no one knew he was a drone? *groans as he stands to crouch by Austin to lay a healing down*
Ash Shock-to-the-System (oh the irony): *looks up quickly to Rane* ~Ht~ are you wounded?
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): If they had known, do you think he would have remained? *has enough energy to roll her eyes at him, and pushes to her feet with a stagger* See to the mule. I'm going. *nods to Cap as she crosses back*
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *pauses to shake her head to Ash* Nothing that won't heal.
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): ((going back to the JY, briefly))
Ash Shock-to-the-System (oh the irony): *shakes his head slightly* someone should have picked up on it...*and does the crackly sparkly healing thingy on Austin before giving a nod of thanks to Rane and cap*
Ash Shock-to-the-System (oh the irony): *and until Spuds takes the reigns, Austin does his own thing, presumably. Ash reaches and crosses back to the physical*
Cap "Rising South" Rountree (Alpha, FMT): *And heads out.* (Closin' this winder.)) *GONE*
~end archive by Anna~
Calvin MacLeod: *exists*
Jeremiah Seymore: *slings the rifle on his shoulder and makes for the front to see what is next in the battle plan*
Swante Taggart (STAT): ((Damn. Throw me an email, then, and I'll send it to ya that way.))
Jeremiah Seymore: *exits the maze near the gate* Okay, who's in charge?
Michael Stevens: Bubba))*Bubba continues checking Bob, waiting for the metis to come around, but with the damage from the explosions, it may be a few hours* Mike)*glances around a bit more, looking to Nikki again* having fun yet? *and lights another marlboro, chainsmoking like an oven in Berkenaw*
Swante Taggart (STAT): Nobody, right now. The guards are both inside. *Looks around.* For now... we'll need the Garou or some machines to clear away the bloody wreckage, so we might as well wait for them.
Michael Stevens: Jere>>My guess is the guy with the gun *points to Swante*, aside from that... all the honchos are in the umbra
Heather Payton(Booted): *nods, looking around* Well, if anybody stumbles in dyin', I am a nurse, so I'll see if I can help.
Jeremiah Seymore: Swante- Only a few kinfolk left to defend the place? It is ~only~ sheer luck that we weren't massacred. Where the hell are all the garou?
Michael Stevens: Jere>>Umbra was attacked also... they said something about choppers
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Shrugs.* Ask the bloody Warder. Heather>>Bob's in the shack, but he's a metis, he'll heal fast enough. Otherwise, they'll bring wounded to the gathering area. And Bubba will need help to.
Darlin' Nikki: Michael> *Muttering, scowling* Yeah. Fuckin' riot. *Tilting her head down again to let her hair hide her face*
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": Steps sideways, gun out, hoodie torn to pieces with bullet fire, dried blood crusting along his jawline.
Michael Stevens: *looks to Nikki again, but thankfully enough, doesn't comment on his observations*
Jeremiah Seymore: Mike- That doesn't mean they weren't stupid for leaving the yard next to utterly undefended.
Heather Payton(Booted): *nods at Swante* No problem. *looks over at Nikki* Y'all right there, Nikki?
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: And then, a shimmer of reality, and Leon is back.
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": "Everything fine here?" Eddie has an evil look about him, rage is too near the surface, and he stays bodily far from the kinfolk, pacing, eyes alit with spiritual fury.
Michael Stevens: OOC:for those coming in- All the kin are at the gates... empty bullet casings everywhere, two exploded SUVs in front of the gates, scent of blood, bullet holes in junk and the guard shack's had its share as well. Bubba's shotgun lies discarded on the ground.. apparently nothing even so much as tried to get _past_ the gates
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: He seems sore, his breathing hard and wracked with pain, his face scowling with utter contempt and disgust, and probably anger, but he looks about the clearing for Nikki.
Michael Stevens: Jere>>take it up wth the warder *shrugs*
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Nods.* Just bonzer, mate. *There's wreckage all over the place, and five or six bodies in the street.
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": Eddie moves to support his Beta, instinctually sliding under his right arm. Seemingly having taken much less of a punishment than the older man.
Jeremiah Seymore: Eddie- Twelve drones attacked the yard.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *returns...war form...showing many bullet howls...bloody in places. She ignores the pain...the gift still helping her as she looks over the damage....and everything*
Darlin' Nikki: Heather> Yeah. *Nodding, hair swinging, showing off the bruises and cuts that lace her face. She's lost her jacket somewhere along the way, making the handprint bruise that circles her arm obvious now*
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: "I'm alright... my lungs just need to heal... fucking bullets." He coughs, and spits blood on the ground.
Jeremiah Seymore: *looks at the huge crinos that just stepped in* ((Linda))
Heather Payton(Booted): *frowns* C'mere, Nikki. Lemme take a look at you, okay?
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *the charcoal gray Crinos steps out of the umbra, her fur black and matted with her own blood, though most of the wounds are only aching memories anymore...she raises her head to scent the air, smelling the battle at the front before she even registers it with her eyes*
Michael Stevens: *still near Nikki, lowers his voice for her ears only* if you need a place to hide out a while, just say the word. no one'll know anything.
Darlin' Nikki: *She should be scared, but instead she's relieved to see Leon poof back into reality*
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": "They're dead now..." Eddie nods to Jeremiah, glances back to Linda. "We brook NO terms, rhya. Mark me, kill them fast. Find where they hide and do so...kill their messenger, and let them know this sept won't just wait for them to make war. That we will find them and kill them. No matter the cost. No matter their numbers."
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *shifts to Gabro* 12 drones....thats nothing to what was on the other side. I can't believe we got saved by Spirals. And why the fuck didn't they just overwhelm us and take this place? And where the fuck is Jacob? *is bitter...the GE should have fought right beside her*
Swante Taggart (STAT): Linda>>Don't know about the rest, but the bloody police might wonder about all the bloody noise... I guess I get a little too loud when I party. I wouldn't want them to see all the bloody wreckage when they show up...
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": "Rest, brother..." Eddie lets out another involuntary growl as he turns back to Leon, and slowly helps lower him to a seated position.
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: Blood dribbling from his lips, Leon wipes it away and winces, shifting down into the wolf form, so that his body can restitch itself back together.
Darlin' Nikki: *Nodding vaguely to Michael, stepping toward Heather and answering though her eyes are on Leon* I'm okay. I stayed low with Michael.
Jeremiah Seymore: Linda- Me, Swante, and Bubba fought them off.
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *the one scent she seeks teases her senses...and she reverts slowly to homid, coming out of cover, still blood covered, her eyes finding him...just to be certain he is all right*
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Fades back into the physical, covered with blood and less savory substances, the great hammer in his hand still bearing frost on the head.* ((The damage is down by the front-gates.))
Michael Stevens: *clicks the safety back on the 9mm and holds it out to Swante*
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": Eddie nods to Linda, "I told you, Rhya...an Elder is only an Elder when they do what should be done. I refuse to call him my rhya..."
Heather Payton(Booted): *frowns...The Garou can take care of themselves, but Nikki she can help. She looks Nikki's cuts and bruises over with a trained eye* Who beat you up, hon?
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): Even if we loose the Cearn? And I think we have a greater enemy....the weaver aint just playing around anymore. That was a concerted effort to whipe us out.
Darlin' Nikki: *Detouring from Heather, she bolts across to Leon, some part of her convinced that he's going to die right there in front of her*
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Smiles to Rane. Winded, bruised, reeking of gunpowder, but otherwise alright.* God Kvall, mate.
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Nods to Micheal and holsters the pistol.* Thanks, mate.
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *nods a bit to Swante, then looks to Linda and Eddie* Can either of you heal...?
Jeremiah Seymore: *sighs, thinks about where to start the cleanup*
Calvin McLeod: *Lurks about, waiting for slick and his boy toy pistol to show.*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): Shut the fuck up Cliath. And stop ordering ME around.
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": Eddie shifts, involuntarily, Glabro form, black hair sprouts over his face, and his hoodie strains to keep his body within. "AND WHAT? WHAT, LINDA?" He roars, rage venting almost visibly from him, "YOU WANT US TO GIVE INTO...INTO THE ENEMY!? You're a fucking FOOL if you don't think that they'll kill us at the first opportunity. KILL THEM NOW!"
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): No...I aint got any healing skills.
Jeremiah Seymore: *looks over at Eddie and Linda*
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *grimaces slightly, not at her own pain, but she knows two on the other side still need aid* I'm going to bring Ash and Austin back across.
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Stops to watch Edde.*
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Nods to Rane.* Thank you.
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *she fades back across the gauntlet where she is*
Darlin' Nikki: *Crouching down next to him, brow knitting into a worried frown* Leon> You gonna die?
Swante Taggart (STAT): Wait... bring them back? What happened to them?
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: Leon sits in wolf form, looking up at Nikki as she runs close, shifting up into his own Homid form, his chest doing better.
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": Eddie strides over to Linda, face twisted by his form and rage, "If this place knew what it was, if the garou here weren't fucking DOGs, we wouldn't be in this situation. And what are you going to do to shut me up now, Linda? Do something...come the fuck on, do it..."
Heather Payton(Booted): *realizes something and looks at the bright orange gun she's still holding...She cracks the breech and slides the short shell out, pocketing it, and puts the gun in her waistband, watching Nikki and Leon*
Michael Stevens: *stays quiet, taking a step back to just observe and listen to everything*
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Grunts, unslinging the rifle.* You've just suffered a bloody attack on the caern, and you've got enough kangaroos loose in the top paddock to pick bloody fights?
Jeremiah Seymore: *shakes his head, looks back over at the huge mess just outside the gate*
Steeleyes(Banebiter alpha MotC)*IN CRINOS*: *steps from the umbra..looks around*
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: His eyes are a mess of emotion. Hurting body, hurting spirit, anger and primordial Rage at being so close to the hated enemy without ripping them to pieces as they should've done, and concern for Nikki, relief that she's still okay, comforted by a familiar face. He spits bloody spittle on the ground, and shakes his head. "No... I'll live."
Darlin' Nikki: Leon> *The words almost too intense to be spoken that quietly* You better.
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Growls, but he's powerless to do anything about this. Instead he shifts to Homid, steps out through the gates, and starts pulling in the bodies.*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): Rat survives......*hisses* I'll never trust Spirals you stupid little boy. But the world aint ever gunna be black and white. It's easy...we pretend to go along....let the Spirals be weaver canon fodder....and when they are weak...then WE strike. But YOU never did learn rats way of wait and strike. Because all you are is a rabid little dog.
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: Surprised, he looks into Nikki's eyes with his one good one. "If I die, it is for Rat's war, and in the Mother's name. I don't fear my death, Nikki. Don't fear mine either."
Michael Stevens: *takes the riskand follows the battle midget to help drag bodies, since he's pretty damned sure he can't drag wrecked SUVs*
Steeleyes(Banebiter alpha MotC)*IN CRINOS*: *slowly walking towards Linda and dipshit*.. but doesnt say anything
Jeremiah Seymore: *helps Jublain clean up*
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": Eddie's in Crinos at this point, circling Linda, rage coursing through his body so hard the crinos' form trembles, shakes, even. Shuddering, claws bared.
Spuds: ((Both of ya make frenzy checks right now... eddie's at diff 3, Linda's at diff 6, 5 if she's in Crinos))
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *returns to Crinos* GS Enemies watch and enemies listen....but you wouldn't understand subtlety if it bit you in the ass.
Heather Payton(Booted): *does what she can to help, but stays out of the way of everyone, for the most part* ((Heading out for a few. Back in like fifteen minutes.))
Steeleyes(Banebiter alpha MotC)*IN CRINOS*: *the mace in his hand appears...if eddie is gonna loose it.. hes gonna put him out*
Michael Stevens: *blinks slightly at the paradoxical thought of a bite in the ass being done by some sort of incarnate Subtlety*
Jeremiah Seymore: *as he helps Jublain toss dead drones into the car crusher* So you know, Swante, Bubba, and I fought off 12 drones.... Not that I'm bragging of course. *s*
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": ((Two suxx)) Eddie trembles again, repressing his frenzy, turning back down into Glabro. He spits, "You would violate the sanctity of this place and ignore the mother's words for your "intelligence"? Then call me stupid, and let me die like a real warrior."
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Chuckles.* Tell me again when I exist.
Michael Stevens: Jere>>you were standing up in a sniper nest shooting them from as far away as possible... its not like you were dodging bullets
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: Glancing at Nikki, and keeping one eye on Eddie and Linda, he frowns in the kind of way a man does when he accepts a reality, but doesn't care for it at all. "Look at us. Both torn up."
Jeremiah Seymore: Mike- Didn't say I was.
Darlin' Nikki: *Hurt, but not recognizing the emotion, she goes for angry, glaring as she shifts away. Fine. He don't want her to care, that's just fuckin' fine*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): (got booted rolling now)
: what roller you guys use?
Michael Stevens: but to be fair, I'm not bragging either... though I _did_ get a nice war wound from Nikki's shoe *rubs his bruised jaw with a smirk*
Jeremiah Seymore: ((The WW roller on the main site))
Jeremiah Seymore: Mike- Ouch.
Darlin' Nikki: Leon> Yeah, well.... *Who fuckin cares, anyway?*
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": ((www.random.org, should I do it again?))
Jeremiah Seymore: Jublain- Damn, they're too busy arguing to listen to me. *tosses the last one into the car crusher* How are we gonna get those SUV's out of the street?
: some do. I see Linda's roll, but not Eddie's. oh well, not my business.
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): ((Use either the White-Wolf dice roller (Go to the site, hit INTERACTIVE, and DIE ROLLER is in the menu) or this one. http://exalted.rpgcompendium.com/section.php?sec=1&article=1 ))
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): (3suxx) Who said anything about letting them in here you fucking dipshit! If the deal includes that I will NEVER go for it. Though in case your blind...they could have taken this place tonight despite everything I've DONE.
: no dude, I was just asking, that's all.
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): Probably a forklift.
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: "Hey... um... give me a hug."
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": ((One suxx, 4494))
Michael Stevens: Jubs>>can we have Val drive it and take bets on what she breaks first?
Jeremiah Seymore: Jublain- Hmm... *looks at the suv* I dunno how to operate a forklift.
Spuds: Amado>>At diff 3 (In Crinos during a Full Moon) that's actually 4 sux...frenzy away
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": (DLP, then) Eddie's form rumbles, and he steps foreward, claws raising, ~HT~"Do I a favor, tell me what you DONE for this sacred-space."
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): (Linda would be worrying about such details but the wonder Cliath will probably keep argueing with her forever)
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Sighs, watching and hoping he doesn't end up breaking up a fight.*
Swante Taggart (STAT): ((DLP))
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Shrugs.* Me neither. *Heads out to pick up the smaller pieces.*
Darlin' Nikki: *Looking at Leon like he's lost his goddamned mind* What?
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): (so....Eddie is in frenzy?)
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": ((Cinematic or rolling?)) And, at that, Eddie snaps, barging into Linda with a roar, claws blindly slashing...
Spuds: Eddie is indeed in Frenzy...
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): (rolling....this is potentially lethal...a frenzy after such a thing...yup)
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: Uneasy, he looks at the ground, the heap, anywhere. "A hug. Ya know. Just make it quick, Eddie's blowing his top."
Spuds: Up to you two...noone dies without dice tho
Jeremiah Seymore: *sighs when a fight breaks out. He starts sweating as he hauls in hugs chunks of heavy SUV parts*
Swante Taggart (STAT): ((14--Swante'll be trying to do something about it if he can.))
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": ((I ain't out to put a lethal hurt on anyone, but if you want to go rolling...))
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): (I'm for dice....)
Swante Taggart (STAT): ((Init 14, that is.))
Darlin' Nikki: *A hug. Totally new ground to her. But she makes an attempt, cutting it short and backing away quickly, the physical contact making her uneasy on so many levels* Leon> Go make sure he don't get stupid. I'll wait.
Michael Stevens: *helps Jere grab the second half of some of the heavier chunks* irony: two healthy, unwounded kinfolk hauling heavy junk while two wounded superbeasts fight...
Steeleyes(Banebiter alpha MotC)*IN CRINOS*: ((steel IS behind eddie and ..said in his mind..eddie looses it..hes gonna whack him))
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": ((Aright, so where's the tie breaking vote?))
Jeremiah Seymore: Mike- It is a rather eventful night.
Jeremiah Seymore: ((I stopped the archive a while ago, Anna))
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): (No offense Eddie...it aint personal but you've pissed her off between the little "I'm going to South America" and the little acusing her of aiding the wyrm before she even can explain the plan....thing...basically acusing her of being a traitor, she sees you as a hypocrate...the last value she thought she saw in you vanished tonight the moment you went frenzy on her ass)
Darlin' Nikki: *She could help, at least. 'Sides, it'll give her something to do. Trying not to watch Leon, and failing for the most part, she heads over to Michael to see what she can do*
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: So awkward on so many levels, the two step apart from the hug and Leon nods, running towards Leon, shifting up into his Crinos form. Not yet entering the fray, just ready.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): (No offense Eddie...it aint personal but you've pissed her off between the little "I'm going to South America" and the little acusing her of aiding the wyrm before she even can explain the plan....thing...basically acusing her of being a traitor, she sees you as a hypocrate...the last value she thought she saw in you vanished tonight the moment you went frenzy on her ass)
Darlin' Nikki: *She could help, at least. 'Sides, it'll give her something to do. Trying not to watch Leon, and failing for the most part, she heads over to Michael to see what she can do*
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: So awkward on so many levels, the two step apart from the hug and Leon nods, running towards Leon, shifting up into his Crinos form. Not yet entering the fray, just ready.
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): ((If either character calls for dice, then dice it is.))
Darlin' Nikki: ((no dice earlier.... might as well go no dice now.))
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): (init 21)
Heather Payton: ((Back.)) *helps Michael and Jeremiah as much as she can, quiet*
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": ((And I'm asking if there's a tie-breaking process or not...I'm not down for dice, mostly because I have to get running in a few minutes.))
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Turns at the growl and rushes for the fight scene, even though he knows damn well he won't make it there in time.*
Jeremiah Seymore: Mike,Heather&Nikki-; Any of you know how to operate a crane or forklift?
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): (Oh a RL time crush...humm....)
Darlin' Nikki: *Shaking her head* Uh uh.
Michael Stevens: Jere>>nah.. but we can probably figure it out
Heather Payton: *looks over at Jeremiah and smiles* Not even a lil' bit.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): (OK I am not an asshole....we can dramatize it to Linda being satisfied beating the crap out of Eddie...though granted I don't know if she can do it or not because I have no idea at your combat stats)
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): (In that case shes about had it with Eddies shit though)
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": ((Eddie's almost notoriously easy to beat in single combat, and I was planning on him being restrained anyhow, so, shall we just RP?))
Jeremiah Seymore: *shakes his head* Heavy machinary is not stuff for trial and error I'm afriad... we'll have to wait for the garou to stop fighting to move the big stuff.
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": ((Init 12))
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *Linda swipes at Eddie not holding back...he frenzied and it's HER life now that is at stake...that or the lives of any bystanders if he isn't stopped*
Michael Stevens: eh. whatever... *contnues moving the human-moveable chunks, lighting up another smoke in there somewhere*
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): ((No problem there, then.))
Heather Payton: *shrugs at Jeremiah, brushing her hands off on her pants* I s'pose there ain't much else. We'll just have to wait for 'em to get done bein' ignorant, I guess.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): (init 21...but if we aren't rolling...thats a moot pt)
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Whips up the muzzle of the rifle--he's been around Garou enough to know what Frenzy is--and fires. Hard to miss and object that big, and at point-blank range.*
Steeleyes(Banebiter alpha MotC)*IN CRINOS*: ((good point.. no rolling no need for init))
Darlin' Nikki: *There isn't much a skinny bitch like herself can lift, so she mostly watches. When there's a break, she edges over to Heather* Hey... um. Got a sec?
Jeremiah Seymore: Yeah. *once they have moved everything they can, he leans on the wreckage of one of the SUV's* It may take a while.
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": Eddie barrels into the Warder, catching a fist fulla claws in the face, blood pours copiously from the four slash wounds as he tries to bite at her extended arm.
Heather Payton: *smiles at Nikki* You bet.
Michael Stevens: *once they get all but the massive chunks done with, leans against a pile with plenty of room to run in case the argument with Linda and Eddie gets violent* Jere>>I think they just let the kin do the work so they could watch us get all sweaty like a diet coke commercial
Darlin' Nikki: Heather> Um. I gotta stay cleara yer place for a while. You might wanna too. I got. Um. Followed.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *Linda wacks him over the skull with the butt of her fangdagger (not the blade)...and claws his back as he sinks his teeth into her arm...dealing enough damage quickly enough for the frenzied Garou to get his ass knocked out*
Jeremiah Seymore: Mike- That's the optimistic explanation anyway.
Heather Payton: *crosses her arms over her chest, arching her brow* Is that right?
"Never-Forgets-a-Grudge": Eddie's jaws lock triumphantly around Linda's forearm, and the young galliard's neck muscles begin to rend when the fang dagger lands. The bite hardens for a moment, then, as Eddie shifts down to homid, is loosened.
Michael Stevens: Jere>>much more comforting than thinking we're just slaves ot they're just stupid.
Darlin' Nikki: *Fuck. She's pissed.* Yeah...
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Slings the rifle again, seeing as the fellow's out cold for awhile.*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *Linda stands over the downed Eddie...she could easily kill him but stays her hand. This time* He ever fucking loos'n it on me again I might just snap his rabid little neck.
Jeremiah Seymore: Mike- Come to think of it, the "they're just stupid" one sounds pretty good. *smirks*
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Not even halfway there when, between the beating and the gunshot, the Cliath's put down for a little nap. Shrugs and heads back to the wreckage.*
Steeleyes(Banebiter alpha MotC)*IN CRINOS*: *and since he wasnt even noticed..... is sitting in the Banebiters area*
Heather Payton: *runs her fingers through her hair* Well, I can't rightly say I'm thrilled about it, but it's okay. It ain't your fault. You hurt?
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: Leon moves in closer to Eddie, picking up his busted human body and lifting him in his arms. ~HS~ "To kill him, is to break Rat's Teeth."
Michael Stevens: Jere>>yeah. but what's that say about us if they are?
Darlin' Nikki: *Sniffling, the guilt hits her* Heather> Yeah, it is. I'm okay. *Shrugging. She's been beat up worse.*
Jublain "Hjarta-Villtnur" Wade (GoF PB 3): *Keeps on working silently, clearing away what he can.*
Heather Payton: You mind if I take a look? We can get some privacy if you'd like, but I want to make sure you ain't injured bad. *she gives Nikki a warm, reassuring smile* It's alright, okay? It's just a place, and we'll go back soon. You got a place to stay?
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *feels pulse* GS He'll live....heal him enough so he don't bleed to death...but not any more then that. *looks at Leon* Weavers trying to whipe us off the city map. Rat Gods warnings are true. But if this numbnuts could think he'd know I'd never sell out rat's holy ground to the Spirals either. Depending on the fucking deal offered....there is the potential we can use the Spirals to fight the weaver....our enemy as well. And we let them weaken themselves. Let them fucking fight each other with less cost to ourselves. It's one potential route....and then it might not even be there to exploit. And we'll die fighting to to protect this Cearn from Spirals in a weak when we say hell no. But if that fuckwit ever acuses me of being a traitor again I think I might just cull him.
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: Leon looks out over the clearing through his Crinos eye, and looks to Linda. "Look at our people. Our caern in shambles..." He looks towards Nikki. "Our people wounded and scared. Our children in danger. Our very home on the brink of ruin." Glancing out into the city, he howls. "IS THIS WHAT WE ARE FIGHTING FOR? A CHANCE TO WATCH OUR WORLD DIE?" He quiets, and speaks in a more urgent tone. "All the Damnation of the Age shall rise up, and all Rat's strength and all the Mother's grace will not be enough to save us until we stand NOW, and bleed the enemy in it's stinking guts."
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): I have better things to worry about then that rabid dog. I think an ingrown tooth. Might need to be pulled some day. Now that the waste of time is over....
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *goes now to help clear the wreckage from the Cearn...overlooking the damaged defenses*
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: "Is this what our people have become? Only survivors? What shall we survive for, Hits-Head-With-Pipe? How will we survive when the whole entire world around us rots and dies? The stench of sin grows in the dark, and we stand here waiting. The enemy is always growing... always... and we are dying one by one. We can no longer stand. We must fight!"
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): How many rabble are in this city? There will be need soon to call a swarming.
Darlin' Nikki: Heather> Here, I guess. He ain't comin' in here. *Moving closer to her, unconcerned about privacy for the moment*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): Right now Leon we must look to our wounded and rebuild defenses....
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *she emerges from the umbra once again, and immediately stumbles, going to a knee before she can regain her balance...sporting a new, rather nasty gash down the inside of her left forearm*
Steeleyes(Banebiter alpha MotC)*IN CRINOS*: *and fades into the umbra*
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: "Right now, yes. But in the future I see nothing but more wounded and dead, and shattered defenses unless we prepare to stand."
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Heads to Rane.* Are they alright? *Gets a better look at her and hurries to her side.* Are ~you~ alright?
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): We need to call in allies....we need more numbers.
Darlin' Nikki: *Sin. That's her. Wincing a little, she waits for instruction from Heather*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *looks at Rane* You OK?
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *she nods to Swante, not even bothering to try to stand up* Ash is awake, and healing...the other. I did what I could... *she's just drained*
Heather Payton: *doesn't concern herself with the goings-on of the Garou, knowing there's nothing she can do...She crosses over to Nikki, looking her over with a practiced eye, taking special care to look for broken bones((Medicine 2))* You want to stay in a motel? I can afford it for a bit.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *Linda is helping clear wreckage from the street in Galbro ...operating machinery...and mending the gate as she speaks*
Swante Taggart (STAT): *SMiles.* Good.... And you? *Offers a hand.*
Darlin' Nikki: *Shaking her head* Heather> No. I fucked up. I'll figure it out. *It's mostly bruises, a split lip, and cuts, one deep enough to probably need stitches*
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *just eyes Swante's hand...she'll get the energy to reach for it in a moment..maybe...she also may just curl up and sleep here* I need to rest...
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): The fucking Gazer.....traitor was sitting right here the whole damn time.
Ash Shock-to-the-System Graham (STAT Alpha): *Shimmers in from the gauntlet, his elemental companion crackling angrily with spiritual electricity as the worlds briefly become one at the passing of a garou. Ashe stands at 9' even in crinos, and charred to perfection. Fur simply melted and fused together at several spots, skin blackened, though several spots that it's peeling off reveals fresh skin beneath. Likewise, fresh fur pushes chunks that look like barbecued chicken skin away at other areas, and his eyes leak a little juice that hasn't been cleaned off yet. A little blood around his mouth from the electrical spasms and the biting of his tongue, but he's able to function now after Rane's summoned healer got through.* OOC:at mauled BIC:*promptly looks for Swante*
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Nods.* You've done a lot of work, mate. Let me at least help you to a seat?
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *works to patch the gates*
Heather Payton: *she gingerly runs her fingers along Nikki's ribs, checking to see if any are cracked or broken* You're gonna need stitched. There're a couple free clinics around you can probably get it done at, and they're all discreet, so you don't have to worry. If you ain't comfortable with that, I can stitch it up, but I'll need to go grab the supplies out of my truck. *after inspecting Nikki's ribs, she steps back, crossing her arms over her chest* Nikki, lemme help you, alright? It's no problem to get you a motel room.
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): To the vans, Swante...please...? *taking his hand, with her uninjured right, she pulls herself to her feet*
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Looks up at Ash.* Bloody hell, sir... *Bruised, maybe a cracked rib, little sore, reeking of gunpowder and gasoline smoke, four less clips and three less grenades on his harness. Other than that, just fine.*
Ash Shock-to-the-System Graham (STAT Alpha): *satisfied that Swante's alive, takes a moment to clear his throat of some chunks before speaking*~HT~ who needs healing?
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Wraps an arm around Rane's waist and hunches slightly so she can get an arm over his shoulders.*
Jeremiah Seymore: ((Totally forgot I was IC *pout*))
Michael Stevens: *helping Linda... basically just following orders at this point*
Darlin' Nikki: *Wincing just slightly when Heather's fingers find a few tender spots, shaking her head* No clinic. He'll be watchin' there. *Pausing, considering the benefits of sleeping in a bed rathar than the ground* I can pay ya back, when I get the money.
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *gladly leaning on Swante, allowing him to help her home, her gashed left arm cradled across her stomach...she seems to have no inclination to get that healed*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *looks at Leon* Eddie loos'z it with me one more time....I'll do more then knock his ass out. I've got better things to do then argue with a fuckwit rabid Claith. Almost impossible to storm the hive when they enter by moonbridge. And while we are all fighting to the death elsewhere....the weaver comes and kills rats holy place? Thats what I see. Unless we can get more numbers we either die slow or die fast. I can tell you vote for the fast way.
Lisa ~Agony~ : *crawls out of a heap and shifts to homid, her eyes retaining that red orb look as she continues to use the eyes of the city's rodents to watch things*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): (Ryan are you still lurking?)
Ash Shock-to-the-System Graham (STAT Alpha): *being given no answer, he heads for the ammo crate, very slowly shifting to glabro and digging into his BDUs for his cell phone*
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): ((He just logged off, Mira))
Lisa ~Agony~ : ((The gates don't need repairing)) *doesn't even look around just heads for Linda*
Heather Payton: *frowns a little when Nikki winces* Okay. I don't feel anything broken immediately, but you should probably get it wrapped just to be safe. If it gets worse or you start havin' trouble breathin', then you're gonna have to go to a doctor. *she looks at the gash that needs stitching* I can go get my kit out of my truck if you want. This place ain't the most sanitary, but beggers can't be choosers.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): Almost impossibe to track an enemy that uses bridges so easily to cross the city.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): (just clearing wreckage then)
Michael Stevens: OOC:with the grenades Swante was firing off as well as the SUVs he exploded, I dunno.
Kearney "Dances With Rednecks" McRaven: *Steps in through the Maze, taking a spot behind and a little to the left of Lisa. A large Blue-Tick hound stands at his left side.*
Michael Stevens: OOC:not that it really matters, as far as I know
Darlin' Nikki: Heather> They been broken before. *Nodding. She knows the drill* Thanks.
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Helps Rane into the DoW Compound.*
Lisa ~Agony~ : *ignores everyone but Linda and says quite simply once within speaking distance* Linda>>You have a problem. You remember the independant Gnawers of the city?
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): ((G'night, ya'll!))
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *eyes Lisa* They just all fled?
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): Or did the weaver kill em?
"Bryan" Slick: *comes trailing in with Lisa's standard posse of rats, mixed in among the rest*
Ash Shock-to-the-System Graham (STAT Alpha): *dials a number, speaking softly into the phone*
Lisa ~Agony~ : Linda>>No but that memory is about all that's left of them. I couldn't reach them in time. They were attacked at the same time as this place and where the Weaver mutts have their tower or whatever. All at exactly the same moment it seems.
Kearney "Dances With Rednecks" McRaven: *Just waits silently.*
Rane Christians ~Andiskr~ (DoW): *)(*gone*)(*
Heather Payton: *nods at Nikki, giving her a motherly gaze* You promise you'll tell me, and we got a deal. I'm gonna run to my truck and grab my kit. See if you can't find a place to sit down. *she then jogs back to her truck...She puts the orange gun back in its box and returns the shell as well, then opens the toolbox and grabs a medical kit out of there...She flips the visor down and catches a checkbook that falls out, then jogs back to the junkyard*
Leon "Screams-Rat's-Litany" Javert: "I vote for the tenaciou way. We bite down, and we hold tight. Pick our targets, strike swiftly and then disappear."
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *looks truly pained* They all dead?
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Steps back out of the DoW Compound, closing the door softly behind him, and heads for the STAT tent, having a seat and digging his cleaning kit out of the rifle case.*
Darlin' Nikki: *She's done as told, settled in on the crumpled hood of a car, watching Leon*
Lisa ~Agony~ : No. Just most of them. A few are left.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *anger* And let me guess the Walkers survive in there fucking fortress nearly untouched.
Heather Payton: *heads back over to Nikki, setting the medical kit next to her on the car hood...She opens the checkbook, then takes three hundred-dollar bills out of it, holding them out to her* Here. This is all I got until I get paid again. You need help findin' a good motel?
Lisa ~Agony~ : Don't know, wasn't there, no rats there. Just saw it getting attacked and almost taken before the Weaver seemed to just give up and back off as it did here and with the other Gnawers.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): The rabble ......we need to bring em in....or else they need to leave the city. This is going to be a protracted war....and theres no room for bystanders.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): I hate to say it but the Spirals saved our ass for some wack reason I don't understand yet.
Lisa ~Agony~ : I'll help them hide in the city where the Weaver can't reach them. Like I said, you have a big problem. *and with that she leaves* ((Just realized the time, gotta work tomorrow...*g to tha izzone*))
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): Grandfather Jacob was offered some kinda deal....need to understand what was said. I know he said hell no at the time but....
Kearney "Dances With Rednecks" McRaven: *Tries not to smile at some comment or another.*
Darlin' Nikki: Heather> I don' need that much. I ain't gotta stay no place too nice, ya know? *Plucking two of them and slipping them in a pocket, eyes flickering to the kit, to Leon, and back to Heather*
Kearney "Dances With Rednecks" McRaven: *And leaves behind Lisa.*
"Bryan" Slick: *leaps onto Kearn's shoulder*
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Strips out of the combat suit first, and sets it aside, then starts to disassemble the rifle.*
Ash Shock-to-the-System Graham (STAT Alpha): *still on the phone*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): *growls* Fuck the Spirals.....wes gotta amass what troops we can and get ready to strike.....
Calvin MacLeod: *hangs around*
Heather Payton: *presses the third one into Nikki's hand as well* Take it. You'll need food, and probably some pain-killers. Nothin' illegal, but somethin' over the counter. *she doesn't argue, instead opening the medical kit...She takes a wrapped sterile cloth, opens it, then takes a small bottle of disinfectant out of the kit and pours it over the cloth* You know the drill, suge. This is gonna sting.
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): Gunna give Grandfather Jacob a peace of my mind....*heads off looking for the missing GE*
Linda ~Hits heads with pipe~ (Warder): (I need to go to bed....good night)
Darlin' Nikki: *Nodding, sighing* Thanks. *No sense in arguing. She's just gonna owe her big*
Darlin' Nikki: ((night.))
Ash Shock-to-the-System Graham (STAT Alpha): *glances to Swante* Bonding rite once Jax shows.
Heather Payton: *starts to clean Nikki's cut, talking to take her mind off the stinging* So. Before you had to leave it, what'd you think of my place?
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Nods.* Good. Missed a couple bloody shots back there.
Ash Shock-to-the-System Graham (STAT Alpha): Swante>>you must've not had enough alcohol in you
Ash Shock-to-the-System Graham (STAT Alpha): *clicks the phone shut and repockets it with a slight frown*
Darlin' Nikki: Heather> *Wincing anyway* I like it. Kinda like a place I usedta have, only bigger. An cleaner. An' less roaches. *Grinning a little*
Michael Stevens: *heads on back into the GA with a yawn*
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Nods.* I was in a hurry.
Ash Shock-to-the-System Graham (STAT Alpha): Swante>>I, on the other hand, managed to get some sleep in, finally. Jax'll be ecstatic. *straight faced*
Heather Payton: *grins at Nikki and finishes cleaning the cut...She takes a pair of latex surgical gloves out of the kit and pulls them on with a 'snap', then takes out the needle and thread* You would not BELIEVE the rent I'm payin'. I feel like I'm robbin' the landlady.
Michael Stevens: *plops himself onto the couch after a short detour to the fridge for a beer. Cracks it open, props his feet up and watches Nikki and heather*
Darlin' Nikki: Heather> Not a bad deal. She's nice, too. *Fuck, she hates this part...*
Amber 'Jax' Jackson: Several minutes later, Jax comes jogging into the yard and straighter over to the pack area.
Swante Taggart (STAT): *Nods.* I intend on getting plenty, myself. *Keeps on cleaning; first the AS-115 and then the M203.*
~end archive by Anna~
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