Agatha, walking along the street outside the cemetary with Nico, mutters some curse in Greek as she tries to figure out where they are and how to get where they want to go.
Her already dirty fur flecked with fresh soil, Clever looks to be having the time of her life as she digs a hole off to one side of a headstone. Brown-tipped tail wagging back and forth, the Gnawer excitedly changes angles, digging deeper and deeper.
Wade appears to be reading various tombstones, and entering information into a small handheld device.
Dakota happens to be an aimless wanderer now. She pauses outside the gates of the cemetery with a brow raised. She peers in through the gates, then blinks seeing the dog digging. She finds her way in, then tries to steer the dog off, "Eh, get away, y'blasted mutt! There ain't no point disturbin' the dead y'hear?"
In an isolated bit of the warehouse district, there remains a patch of dingy wilderness. Old trees, nearly obscured by the buildings, make this cemetery into its own world, even if it is lit by the sickly orange light of the surrounding sodium vapor lamps. A rather nauseating gulping noise resounds from the depths of the shadows in the rear of the boneyard.
Nico just kind of shuffles along behind Agatha, her hands stuffed firmly into her jacket pockets. The Fury cub seems as just as tense and as agitated as the cliath she is following, although her gaze does wander to the graveyard as the strange noise sounds.
Dirt thicker in the long fur of her muzzle than on the rest of her body, Clever lifts her head as a woman comes her way and addresses her. Tail continuing to wag, she bounces on her side of the hole, looking muchly pleased with her efforts thus far. She starts around it towards Dakota, then pauses, one brown ear flicks at the noise. Tail slowing down a notch, her head turns that way, nose working the night time air.
Dakota stands up straighter at the noise. She takes a few steps towards it, and frowns. "What d'you think that is, eh, mutt?" She looks down at the dirty dog, then back towards the direction of the sound.
Agatha twitches at her scarf as a snowflake lands inside it, giving the young Greek a shiver. At the noise, she mutters something darkly and looks towards the shadows.
Currently on this gusty and cold fall evening in the general St. Claire area, it is 35 degrees Fahrenheit (1.7 degrees Celsius). The wind is coming from the north-northwest at 15.4 mph. The ground is wet. Skies are cloudy with a possible chance of precipitation.
A shape flickers into a shaft of pink-orange light, then retreats. There comes a sound of loud, sloppy chewing.
Jose is just shuffling along, taking a break on a curb, smoking a cigarette. The air is pretty nippy, but his faded jean jacket is wide open.
Jose pages to the room: Ok. Not shuffling and sitting on a curb at the same time. Pick one. ;)
Clever's tail does not speed back up, though nor does it slow. She shifts her weight, answering the unknown woman in a lupine shrug. With a bounce, she turns around, facing the direction it came from... thought for a moment, just a moment, she gives the hole she was digging a longful look.
You paged Clever-for-Food with 'You smell something... decaying. Rotting meat. And nasty chemicals.'.
Dakota rubs her chin a bit at the light, then looks down at the dog. She sighs, then takes a few more steps towards the direction, being cautious.
Wade pauses and looks up a moment, the small stylus in his hand hovering over the small screen. After a long momnet, he goes back to his examinations.
Nico turns her head and scowls into the depths of the graveyard. Her gaze lingers on the woman and the dog, although she does catch that movement out of the corner of her eye.
Clever-for-Food's hackles start to prickle up, giving the heavy young dog a look of even greater mass. She sounds a low woof, a breathy sound of warning. Now her tail stops wagging.
Agatha frowns as she finally notices the dog or maybe the woman with her, muttering, "I didn't know she was back." She takes a step back towards the gate, or rather, the place where the gate used to be.
The gnawing, slurping sounds stop, replaced by a low, inhuman hissing.
Dakota looks down at the dog, and nods. "You got the same idea I have, eh, gal?" She observes the spot a bit, then shrugs, "Maybe we should jus' sit here and see what it does, or we could go divin' in and make fools of ourselves." At the hissing, she raises a brow. "Well, Lets go make a fool out of herselves, sort of." She takes a couple steps closer, then pauses to see the reaction. She's ready to jump back if need be.
Agatha reaches the gate and hesitates as she waits for the whateveritis to react to the crazy woman. Her eyes dart briefly towards each of the two males present, neither of whom she recognizes.
Stiff-legged, Clever keeps in the same general area as Dakota, stepping a few paces forward as the woman does. If the Walker's attention was on her instead of on the area the noise is coming from, she might catch a few words in the lupine language: BadBad smell. As it is, a low growl rises from her chest, rumbling in the cold air.
Nico follows Agatha to the 'gate', basically being the cliath's shadow. She tries to peer back as far into the shadows as possible, to discern what made that noise. When the hissing starts, she shudders. "What the hell... ?"
The hissing drops in register, so that it teases at the edge of the homid ears present, and torments the canid ears. Small tearing, popping, creaking, cracking noises begin around the entire cemetery.
Wade looks back up at the latest noise, and with a slow frown, slides his PDA a coat pocket. He takes note of the strangers nearby.
Agatha starts at a small pop happens right in front of her feet, and takes a step away from the cemetary gate. First in Greek and then in English, she says, "What the fuck?"
Jose flicks his cigarette at the other side of the street, where it creates a fireworks display of orange sparks upon landing. He stands, wiping off his butt unconsciously, looking around slowly to the left, then right.
Clever-for-Food's head drops and she gives it a shake. More fur rises now, a line down her spine and all along her ruff. She growls louder. Bad! Bad, she notes to no one.
Dakota steps back quite a few steps, almost tripping over Clever. "Me'n my big nose!" THe accent's thick, sort of a French-Jamaican cross. She looks down at the dog, then chews her lip. "This ain't natural. But you already know that." She snaps down a look to the dog, and just stares, then nods in agreement, "Yes, bed. Definately."
Wade begins edging towards the woman with the dog.
Nico flares her nostrils as the hissing (to her ears) lessens, and then the popping noises seem to come from all around. She whips her head around in all directions, trying to locate some source where the noises could be coming from.
From afar, to the room, Jose is about a good sand wedge away from the action. 40 yards to the golf-illiterate.
The shape flickers into a sight again, into the shaft of light. The skin is deathly pale, laced over with something oily and phosphorescent. The creaking, popping noises increase in quantity. The area excavated by Clever heaves briefly, as if something were pushing from underneath.
Agatha sees the shape this time, although she misses the heaving in Clever's hole. Without taking her eyes off the shadows at the back of the cemetary, she leans slightly towards Nico. In a low voice, she asks the cubs, "Recognize any of these people?"
Agatha pages to the room: What, if any, is the mundane presence in the area?
Bailey is walking down the street in the area near the cemetary, hands in his pockets to protect them against the chill. The sudden light catches his attention, and he turns towards the cemetary to see the crowd gathered at the gate. He blinks, once, and mops his hair back from his forehead as he turns in his path, heading there.
Clever-for-Food agrees without looking at the woman. Bad, bad. The Gnawer seems to have no problem and doesn't question in the least that a stranger can understand her. Her growl rises in pitch, forming a fury of barks as the ground almost underpaw lifts; she spins to face it.
You paged the room with 'Pretty much deserted. These warehouses are unpopulated by any third shift, etc.'.
Wade pages: Can Wade reach clever and dakota now?
You paged Wade with 'Yup.'.
Nico now takes a few steps back into the street, her eyes bulging as the earth in Clever's hole moves. She shakes her head at Agatha's question, and answers in a hoarse voice. "No, I don't, rhya."
Jose has started to walk away from the fun. The lupus Gnawer's staccato fury gets a head-turn, almost as if he recognized someone's voice. He turns around completely, hands on hips, to see if he can see the doggie down the street.
Bailey approaches the group quickly, seeing as the people there are starting to become agitated. He stops, finally, next to Jose. He looks around to the group, seeing some familiar and unfamiliar faces, and turns to the shorter, male Gnawer. "Sitch?"
Agatha mumbles another string of curses and glances around at the others nearby again. When she shifts back to English, it's to say, "Great, just what we needed."
Wade makes it over to the woman with the dog. He pauses a moment to establish with the dog that it's okay for him to approach.
Dakota looks all around her, slipping into a battle stance. "Jus' like in frickin New Orleans. Bunch'a swamp vagrants wantin' a piece'a meat." She blinks at Wade.
Jose looks over at Bailey. "Oh, Hey, amigo. Dunno, I thought I heard Clever for Food's bark. Maybe she found some dinner. Living up to her tribe name."
The dog doesn't even give Wade a second glance. Barking and growling, the Gnawer jumps back and forth on her side of things, working herself up over things.
The thing in the shadows breaks into a snarl, straightening up with a sharp movement. The noises move from popping to shearing stone. Headstones topple, small trees fly at angles, and the ground heaves up in a dozen places. The stench of old decay rolls across the graveyard.
Agatha catches Clever's name from the pair in the street and shoots them a look before jumping out of the way of a branch flying out the gateway. She grits her teeth at the shearing sound, then checks to see if any of the supposed mundanes have been scared off yet.
Following on the heels of the rot scent is an acrid, toxic fume that bites at the sinuses.
Bailey gives a snort to Weasel's Son, and looks over to the Lupus Cub, curious. "Sounds like Clever, yeah." As Dakota speaks, he blinks, recognizing her at last. "Evening," he says, and turns his head back towards the gate. Seeing the action, he grumbles. "Oh, well, that's new." As a moment passes, he winces, as if smelling the stench a little more keenly than the others. He squints his eyes shut, muttering, "Fuck."
Jose crosses his arms, smiling as he returns his gaze to the crowd of cubs and cliath. When things start popping out of the ground, however, his smile turns upside-down. "Fuck. I knew it." He breaks into an arm-pumping run. Seconds later, he reverses the arm-swinging, hoping to slow himself down, looking around at the ground once he does decelerate.
Nico now backpedals, almost tripping over her own feet. Then, she stands in the middle of the street, bringing her sleeve up to her nose at the stench. The cub is clearly afraid, but she waits to see what the other Fury is going to do.
Dakota's hand flies up to her nose to bite off the smell, "Fuck'a duck man!" She ducks away from various stones, even shoving Clever out of the way should one topple over. She's not aiming to recognize anyone right now.
From afar, Jose is going to try and use Scent of Sweet Honey on what looks to be the biggest, nastiest baddy.
You paged Jose with 'That would be the figure at the rear.'.
Agatha is still standing in front of the gate, although she's a good couple of feet away from the gate itself. Since her scarf is already covering the lower half of her face, she just coughs once at the acrid smell.
Bailey bolts down the street after Jose, head low to prevent wind resistance for more speed. He scans the crowd quickly, seeing who he knows and who he doesn't.
Wade snorts hard as the stench hits him, and turns ducks his head, trying to avoid any flying debris.
The Gnawer cub shows not a bit of fear (or is it not a bit of good sense?). Clever continues to growl down at the ground as it moves, distracted by the closer-at-hand happenings and paying little mind to further off things. As much from Dakota's gesturing as anything else, she sidesteps as a headstone falls, the mossy stone brushing against her side as it thumps to the earth.
Nico's lip curls in a snarl. Her eyes scan the scene once more, the last vestiges of the non-Garou part of her mind trying to find a rational explaination for all this... and failing.
"Great, Night of the livin' dead part One Million," The mulatto spits out, keeping a stance almost directly over Clever. She smacks as much debris away as she can, looking for the source.
The flickering, pale, slightly glowing figure moves forward with a fluid, athletic stride. It looks to be human, or once human, extremely muscular, and not very clothed at all. In one hand, it holds the forearm of a recent corpse, with the meat gnawed down to bone in one spot. It looks like it was once male, and still retains some of those attributes. But the mouth, lined as it is with shark-like teeth, and the jaw, protruding hugely as it is, betray the Taint that riddles the toxic form.
Body parts begin to drag themselves from the ground, mostly skeletal, but some with shreds of old flesh. Most of them reek of organic chemicals.
Jose bends over, picking up something and putting it in his open palm. Whatever it is, it gets a good talking-to before being thrown at something near the back of the marble orchard.
Agatha starts as she finally recognizes someone other than Clever as the male Walker runs past her. Taking his involvement as a cue, she beckons Nico to follow her and follows the two men through the gate. As the Thing appears, she curses again, this time in a mix of Greek and Mother Tongue.
You paged Bailey with 'There's something... disturbingly familiar about this thing and the noises it's making.'.
Bailey pages: What is it?
You paged Bailey with 'The... face... the... hiss... that... trio... at the bar a few weeks ago...'.
From afar, Bailey aies!
You paged Bailey with 'The Hissing Guy is the one standing at the rear of the cemetery, mostly nekkid.'.
Dakota stares at the thing, growling low in her throat. "Aint you got any sense? Rotten meat's bad for you." She doesn't take an offensive strike, remaining in her defensive stance. She glances around briefly, then to the thing again.
Bailey enters the area, nearly skidding to a halt. The smell is overpowering enough, let alone the sight. He shakes his head, crouching down grimly. His ears perk, as if hearing something familiar. "Hmm?"
Without delay and without a second though, Clever lunges at the closest body part pushing free of the moist earth. As if the arm had done something to personally offend the young Gnawer, she lashes out at it. Bad, bad! her growl scolds it as she attacks. FightBite bad shadows!
Wade aborts his thought to do something vaguely protective, considering the reaction of the woman, and simply steps backwards while reaching for the small of his back.
The arm, and the partial hand attached to it, claws at the pup spastically, trying to get a grip on her throat.
Bailey's eyes rest on one of the bodies, and they go wide and cold. "Well, fuck. That's gonna be something to tell the guys," he says. He bristles, as if wanting to explode or something. But he doesn't, seeing some of the people around. Damn that Veil.
At the sight of the Thing, Nico gives a low growl in the back of her throat, subconsciously. She does not take her eyes off it, although she does ask Agatha a one-worded question. "Wyrm?"
Agatha steps on a hand beginning to poke through the soil just inside the gate. Keeping her voice low as she nods to Nico, she asks, "Anyone know those two?"
"Oh that was smart," Dakota mutters at Clever. She then launches into a punch, shifting to Glabro in the process. The darkness should cover the form mostly. She aims for the thing's torso.
Clever-for-Food leaps from one side of the arm to the other, circling around it madly as she lunges and tries to land a bite. If she succeeds, the young Gnawer will shake and tug the bony arm, treating it much like she might a caught cat.
Wade pages: I'm about to start shooting this thing.
You paged Wade with 'The walking thing, or the arm trying to wrestle with Clever?'.
Wade pages: The Thing Dakota is fighting.
Bailey pages to the room: Ok, how close are we to each other?
From afar, to the room, Agatha is assuming that she and Nico are right behind Bailey and Jose, just inside the gate?
From afar, to the room, Clever-for-Food is with Dakota and Wade, and we are well inside the place.
Dakota pages to the room: We can kiss the thing probably. :)
From afar, to the room, Jose assumed he skidded to a halt just outside the gate.
From afar, to the room, Bailey is close to Jose, anmd near Agatha and Nico. Ok.
From afar, to the room, Nico is on the sidewalk, right in front of the gate.
You paged the room with 'Dakota and the Thing are closing rapidly. Wade is backpedaling slightly from Clever, so the three of them are diverging but presently each is about ten feet from the other. The group at the gate are about twenty feet back from Wade. Basically, Dakota is fifty feet from the gate and moving.'.
Nico steps back up on the sidewalk tentatively, her fists clenched so tight that her fingernails are cutting into the flesh of her palms. She gives wary glances to everyone else gathered.
Wade finally manages to pull out a large revolver, and tries to draw a bead on the thing's head before pulling the trigger.
From afar, to the room, Agatha retracts the bit about stepping on a hand, then.
Bailey looks back to the pair of Furies at the mention of the word 'Wyrm.' "Good question," he breathes. "Any of the four of us have a gift on it?" His voice is quiet.
Agatha glances at Nico very briefly before shaking her head. "Not I. Doesn't seem like a big leap, though."
Wade pages: It's a 44 magnum, but god knows if he can hit with it while walking backwards etc. etc. Or if it will hurt it. :)
Jose pages to the room: Ooh. Slammed on Bailey. ;)
Nico answers Bailey by grunting a negative. "Uh-uh." She looks at him for all of three seconds, before turning back towards the graveyard.
The creature drops its meal and launches itself at Dakota with a roar, thick, ragged, dirty fingernails tearing at her. It absorbs the punch without a flinch, its steely hide not even deigning to flex under her assault.
The arm tears loose from its moorings to be dashed around by Clever, like a rat in a terrier's mouth. A couple of finger bones fly off.
A skull heaves upward near the gate, followed by shoulders and arms. A purple glimmer shines somewhere in the eyesockets.
Wade's gun roars and the bullet thunks solidly into the pale flesh. The creature reacts by embracing Dakota with a grip that would put a Crinos ahroun to shame and glaring past her at the gun-wielding Walker.
Wade says "Well damn."
From afar, to the room, Clever-for-Food snerks at Wade! :)
Jose watches cubs with sudden bursts of stupidity go running after the animated dead. For about one second. "Back off alla you! Hit an' run!" He summons as much commanding attention as his lisping broken English can command before attempting to leap the rusting fence.
Agatha begins cursing again, shifting more and more into Mother's Tongue as she notices the figure near the gate. ~Nico, watch for others.~ By this time, she's shifting into glabro herself and pulling a short, but glimmeringly sharp, knife out of her jacket pocket.
Dakota howls a bit, and attempts to render the damn thing from the embrace. She shifts up to Crinos and proceeds to go to town on the blasted thing. ~Yeah, this works. Topple the asshole on top'a me. Real smart.~
Bailey, on reflex, makes a hasty climb over the gate, making sure he gets inside as quickly as possible without hindering Jose. Halfway up the gate, he sees Dakota shift, and ha!s. "Well, fuck all" he mutters, making his way in an attempt to get over the gate.
Evil arm defeated, Clever moves on to the next thing closest dead popping out of the ground. Growl never quieting, she sets about to ripping it free of the ground and killing (re-killing?) it as she had the arm. If one was watching her, they would note her ears don't even flick towards Jose at his call; her full and utter attention is on killing the 'badbad' things coming up out of the ground.
Wade eyes widen momentarily as he sees Dakota shift, and he tries to supress an involuntary, out of place laugh.
Nico gives a short nod, her teeth grinding as the young Ahroun fights the urge to go to the war form. She stalks up the sidewalk a few feet, a low growl eminating from the Fury cub.
From afar, Wade will key off of Dakota's actions. He's not going to shift yet, or fire into that.
The creature and the crinos wrestle on the ground. As they roll around, the back of the creature comes into view, and the gaping exit wound of Wade's bullet becomes visible. Oily ichor geysers impressively. It even manages to splatter Wade and Clever, fuming against their clothes and fur (respectively).
The nearly complete skeleton lunges out of the ground and latches onto Bailey's ankle as the Walker comes over the fence. Clever manages to seize a greasy femur as a leg emerges.
Agatha catches a glimpse of the crinos and shifts fully herself, the relatively small Fury taking whatever advantages she might be able to get and counting on Nico to alert her to mundanes. Stepping through the gate after Jose, she aims a kick at the knnes of the undead tugging on Bailey.
Catching sight of at least one or two others shifting up around her, Clever, her jaws now firmly on the leg, flows up to hispo. Thick neck tossing her head back and forth, she tries to rip the leg free of the ground... or of the body within the ground.
As Bailey crests the top of the fence, he snarls as something tugs on his leg. With a wicked grin, he shifts upward as he drops down from the top of the fence, hoping the sudden extra weight of the Warform will crush the damn thing.
Nico is spending about ten percent of her time watching out for mundanes -- the rest of the time she is watching the battle in the graveyard. She stalks up the sidewalk a bit more.
Wade looks down at the monsterspoo staining his coat, and a hard grim expression comes over his face.
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Wade is a fairly big man, in good shape, maybe 230-240lbs., 6'2" or 3", his skin browned richer and darker than any possible summer tan. His hair is cut short, too short to really have a chance to curl as it would be inclined to normally, and his fingernails are neatly trimmed, save on the little finger of the left hand, evidently singled out for idle chewing in times of thought or frustration. Anger and worry and perhaps a _few_ smiles have begun to line his dark face, his brown eyes regarding the world through wire rimmed glasses with some wariness and a great deal of cynicism. Worked into his posture and stride are wards against interference, armoring against any perception of vulnerability, whispering the warning: I Am Not Your Victim. He wears slightly loose clothing, giving the muscle in his legs and chest some freedom of movement, over which he wears a long coat, simple in its cut, but clearly old, expensive, and well cared for.
Jose joins the party, hoping no warpers are around to take his picture. He shifts up to the War Form, scratching his fingernails across the wrought iron fencing ala Freddy Krueger, staring intently at any upright dead folks directly in his path.
Jose pages: Razor claws, of course.
You paged Jose with 'Natch! :)'.
Wade contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Wade shifts into Crinos form.
Wade launches himself forward to attack the monster, attempting to pull it off of the other Garou.
A few cracking noises ensue from the grappling pair. The snarling ceases and the ghoulish thing rises from Black Water's limp body, the spout from its back slowing to an ooze. Its eyes glow an alarming green in the shadows and it lunges forward at the nearest Garou: Wade.
The skeleton's knee powders under Agatha's attack, and Bailey's warform crunches down, removing half of the body's pelvis and the attachment for its other leg. In true undead form, however, it stubbornly gouges its fingerbones directly into Bailey's gut.
A pair of hands emerge from the latest grave that Clever is attacking, and while she tugs the leg loose from its moorings, they grip her ruff and lock themselves around her throat.
Night's-Justice growls, loudly, the Rage building steadily inside the son of Dog. He reaches towards the fingers, trying to rip them from their position in his stomach.
Agatha grabs for the undead's other arm with one hand, while stabbing for its eyesocket with the other. Out of the corner of her eye she notices the hands attacking Clever.
Clever-for-Food throws her head from side to side, dropping the rotting leg as she tries to get a jaw-hold on the arms cutting off her air. As that effort fails, she bursts up to crinos, the last of her breath in her lungs leaving in a roar aimed down at the thing in the earth. She swats at one of the arms with her own, keeping the other one down on the ground to aid in her balance.
Jabs dances around on his squash-racket-sized paws, baiting one of the undead to come after him instead. He takes a few swats, but nothing serious, his intent to draw one away.
Wade snarls and tries to accelerate past his foe, while slashing at it's face with one huge clawed hand.
From afar, Wade dimly realizes that directly grappling with the thing didn't seem to work for Dakota. :)
Agatha pages: Mind if I call for assistance?
You paged Agatha with 'If you like. :)'.
Nico turns and jogs back towards the cemetary gate. The Fury cub is still snarling and agitated, and now the sight of all those fighting crinos has got her Rage pumped up, distilling her fear.
Clever's suddenly-much-larger neck bursts the hands in an explosion of white powder and tiny bits of pale bone. The arms flail at her stumpily, but her swat shatters them both.
Night's-Justice manages to rip the hand loose from his stomach, unfortunately leaving a pair of small fingerbones inside, wiggling their way toward his undefended liver. Agatha's stab lands dead-center of the socket, blowing out the back of the skull and crumbling the delicate bones of the face.
A half-rotted corpse rattles jerkily after Jabs, arms outstretched for his throat.
Wade's claws leave deep gashes through the face and neck of the monster. The thing repays the favor by driving its fist into Wade's side, the sound of impact like a jackhammer.
You paged Wade with '3 nonagg.'.
You paged Night's-Justice with '2 agg.'.
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A big, dirty werewolf. Aie.
Clever-for-Food pages: What's closest to Clever? More dead things coming up or is Wade and friend closer?
You paged Clever-for-Food with 'Wade and friend are closer.'.
Night's-Justice pages: Any chance I can remove those bones without eviscerating myself?
You paged Night's-Justice with 'Well, you don't need to eviscerate, per se. You might need to operate a bit. Or you could fish around with your claws. :}'.
Jabs ducks away from the maggoty hands, swiping them aside like a perverted game of patty-cake. He dances rope-a-dope for a second or two before swiping his left paw mightily at one of the outstretched arms.
Agatha tries to toss the crumble-faced torso away from Night's-Justice, leaving the Walker to deal with the missing fingerbones himself. Looking away from her target for a moment, she sees the Fury cub and calls out to her, ~If you cannot guard, come fight.~
Night's-Justice grits his teeth together in a snarl, claws going for the wiggling fingers working their way inside. With those claws, he'll probably open the wounds a bit more, but he doesn't care.
Clever-for-Food scans the ground for more dead things poking up, but Wade and his too good friend are closer. Bounding on all fours, brown ears laid back and teeth bared in a snarl, she joins the Walker's fight. Head flashing down, she tries to catch some part of the mosnter in her jaws; she seems to have little concern for her own safety in her efforts to return the wyrmy thing to a state of death.
Wade exhales explosively from the impact of the shot to his ribs, and spins away from the stinking thing to gather for another charge.
From afar, to Clever-for-Food and Chaos, Wade will, if there is no objection, re-attack just after whatever Clever does, in terms of timing.
You paged Clever-for-Food and Wade with 'Gotcha.'.
That's all Nico needed. Her body flows up into the war form almost at the same time as Agatha finishes her sentence. After she shifts, she hops up and over the fence, and lopes towards the thing Wade is fighting.
From afar, to the room, Wade hears the welcome toot of the cavalry horn.
Jabs chunks through the rotten meat that is the arm of his partner, flinging the twitching limb into the trees. The corpse responds by vomiting forth a stream of something that smells like something between benzene and acetone.
Night's-Justice tears into his belly after the invasive bones and finally extracts the twitching things. His clothes and hands are covered with his own blood.
Clever's teeth catch the monster's ankle and actually manage to drive through the nearly impermeable flesh. Her mouth fills with something very much like formaldehyde, but the ankle bones crush. Wade swings into the attack as well, raking his claws across the belly and managing to hook fibrous muscle through the skin, wrenching it open. The creature roars in something like pain from both assaults and crunches its fist down onto Clever's skull.
You paged Runs-With-Rage with 'You'll reach the thing next round.'.
You paged Clever-for-Food with '3 nonagg.'.
From afar, Runs-With-Rage nodnods.
From afar, Clever-for-Food nods.
Clever-for-Food pages: 6 non kills or knocks you out?
You paged Clever-for-Food with '6 non cripples you. 7 non knocks you out.'.
You paged Clever-for-Food with 'I believe.'.
From afar, Clever-for-Food nods and will go with that, I'm bad with what the numbers/levels do.
Agatha pauses to extract her knife from the skull before she leaves the remains of Night's-Justice's assailant and heads for the monster attacking Clever and Wade.
Clever-for-Food's head, and the thing's leg, are pounded down lower by the monster's blow. The Gnawer does not let go, however. Jaws locked as if there was a pit bull not too far back in her family tree, Clever plants her hands and back paws, jerking backwards, attempting to throw the thing off balance and perhaps onto its back, lifting it by its leg.
Night's-Justice lets out a long, full howl into the night sky, shifting to Hispo, and going for the zombie attaacking Clever.
Jabs flicks his claws at the ground to remove the excess aromatic compounds. His pelt-like back he can do nothing about for the nonce. He can attempt, however, to keep the corpse from vomiting ever again by swinging at the dead thing's neck.
As soon as the Fury cub gets close enough, she takes a flying leap at the corpse-thing, her jaws wide open and aimed for its head. Runs-With-Rage fully intends to rend it from the thing's body, or at least try and crunch the skull.
Wade's shoulder and back muscles bunch up as he tries to wrench one of the thing's arms up and back. Grunting through his snout, he attempts to sink his teeth into the things upper arm.
Clever's efforts manage to topple the monster, which crashes to the ground with a thud heavier than its apparent size would suggest it should. Runs-With-Rage's teeth sink into the creature's forearm, which it brought up to block her attempt for its head, though the force of the deflection painfully and bloodily wrenches loose one of her canines. Wade twists the other arm successfully and his teeth flash into the dense muscles, and reopens the spouting wound in its back. And Night's Justice manages to get a mouthful of thigh. Everyone's mouths are filling with the terrible formaldehyde-stinking oil. Agatha drives her knife deeply into the stomach already opened by Wade. The creature roars, hisses, and begins to laugh a terrible, screeching laugh... as it explodes, concussing everyone near it and splattering its toxic insides over the Garou.
Jabs levels his target with casual ease, and is only lightly pelted by fomor-guts.
You paged the room with 'Everyone on the monster takes 3 non-agg from the concussion of its, er, disintegration.'.
From afar, to the room, Wade hates that. "You can never sue disintigrated monsters for the dry cleaning bills."
Long distance to the room: Chaos cackles evilly. This is why I lured so many Walkers in, just to ick up their duds!
Jabs pages to the room: Ew. Thanks, Chaos. Night, all. Don't die now!
Jabs pages: +mail me with any damage, lasting effects, etc.
Clever-for-Food falls back from the body, the explosion, on top of the blow to her head, knocking the Gnawer out. Limp now, she shrinks back to lupe, her jaws parted and wet with drool from the foul taste.
Night's-Justice turns over onto his stomach, barely, to heave the taste out of his mouth. Whatthefuck.
Clever-for-Food contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Agatha manages to retain her grip on her knife as she staggers backwards away from the explosion. She shudders and brushes at herself, trying to get the toxic goo off herself.
Clever-for-Food shifts into Lupus form.
Wade rolls off to the side, gagging and spitting nasty crap out of his mouth and nose, before shifting back down to homid form.
Wade contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Wade shifts into Homid form.
Runs-With-Rage is thrown backwards by the monster's self-destruction, and her landing is cushioned by a nice soft tombstone. She promptly goes into dry heaves at the impact, and some of the icky black stuff, as well as her own blood from her missing tooth, drools out of her mouth. The Fury cub stays in the war form, for the moment.
The remaining undead seem content to become simply dead again. The cemetery is quiet again, except for the gentle hissing of the creature's guts sizzling through the remaining leaves on the oak trees.
Agatha slowly shifts back to homid form, at which point she realizes that all of her warm clothes were shredded by her shift. Fluent Greek curses pour forth for a few moments as she shivers.
Clever-for-Food, not more than a few feet from the site of the explosion, remains limp, her upper half on a grave and her lower half off it, like a faithful hound after her master's death.
Night's-Justice staggers back over to the group, on wobbly legs. I have healers coming, I think. He turns to the unfamiliar man, and flattens his ears. Evening.
Wade eventually gets up and limps over to where Clever lays, kicking what remains of the corpse on the way. "Dripping bastard."
Agatha surveys the now quiet cemetery. "Bailey, how long before police show up?"
Wade says "Evening. Was told there were some shifters here." Wade looks around at the mess. "Hell of a way to meet them."
Clever-for-Food pages to the room: Hey! I'm not a corpse yet! Stop kicking me, Wade.
Wade pages to the room: "The monster corpse silly.
From afar, to the room, Clever-for-Food grins and knew.
From afar, to the room, Wade puts one of Clever's limp paws in a bowl of warm water.
From afar, to the room, Clever-for-Food pees on Wade's shoes.
As if on cue, sirens sound in the distance, approaching the source of the gunshot sounds.
Runs-With-Rage's form shrinks back down to homid, slowly. The cub is shaking visibly, and it's not from the cold. A half-growl, half-groan escapes from deep in her throat, and she shakes her sore head, not moving from her spot against the tombstone.
Night's-Justice isn't sure. he looks to the Cliath Fury. He then hears the sirens, and shifts upward. "Ok," Bailey says, "come with me. We get out of here before they show up. Jose, grab Clever." He starts to head outward.
Agatha curses again, heading for Nico. "C'mon, girl." She reaches a hand to help the cub to her feet.
Bailey pages to the room: Ok, Bailey takes you all, including Clever, Wade, the Furies, Jabs, and Dakota, since she's still here, back to the Church. But as for now, I have to sleep.
Wade doesn't know the best ways and places to do a quick fade in this new city, so he just follows.
From afar, Agatha wonders how much 3 non-agg actually is, having no idea how much she starts with.
Clever-for-Food is easily picked up by the elder Gnawer, tossed limply over his shoulder and carried along. Her head flops down against his back, brown ears hanging lifelessly as her tribemate runs.
Bailey looks over to Wade, then to the Mulatto woman. "We need to grab her, too."
Clever-for-Food pages to the room: We could just call it here, say everyone went somewhere and rested/healed?
Wade bends down with a wince, and works the fallen women up over his shoulder.
Nico takes Agatha's offered hand gratefully, and gets to her feet with another growl/groan.
From afar, to the room, Bailey nods to Clever. Just want to RP with Dakota and Wade, afterwards. :)
Bailey pages to the room: Night.
You paged the room with 'I think we can call it here, pretty effectively. Everyone runs off to the church to rest and heal.'.
You paged the room with 'I think everyone who got a mouthful can assume that they're pretty sick for the next day or so, though a Cleansing would help that.'.
From afar, to the room, Wade | Dear mom, the new city is nice. The people here are very friendly and pointy.
Long distance to the room: Chaos cackles at Wade and heads bedward. :)
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