Piddles ambles in from the street, scratching and yawning.
Jimmy Wilson watches Piddles make his entrance. "Welcome ta the party, man. Bring any beer?"
Elan blinks. "Ah. This rank thing happened in the town north of here? Was it killed?"
Ed is leaning against the wall near the entrance, backpack slung over his shoulder.
Piddles blinks blearily at Jimmy. "Nup," he mumbles, uncharacteristically laconic.
Ed says "There was only the small banes who made everyone sick, and the larger one that it was taking the energy to. We didn't want to risk waiting til it had killed more people and gathered enough energy to see if it'd go take THAT energy to something bigger."
Elan sits back and considers Ed's words, deep in thought.
Hank frowns, nodding as he listens.
Ed adds, "But we did kill the large one who was there. Lost one of ours, but we got it."
Casper leans back on the pew and looks darkly thoughtful.
Forgotten Church(#1801RAJLM)
The old church is dark, dimly lit by outside light coming in through scum-encrusted windows during the day, and tomblike during the night. There is a coatroom in the back of the nave, with separate doors leading off to mens' and womens' restrooms, and two staircases, one going up to the balcony and bell-tower, and the other leading down to the basement. The double doors leading out to the street are at the back of the coatroom.
The hard wooden pews in the sanctuary are, for the most part, still intact. There are even Bibles and hymnals left in the shelves along the back of each row, although many of them look rather chewed on. The altar on a dais at the front of the church is empty, and the lectern that once stood next to it has been knocked over. Rotting red cloth hangs at the very front of the church; there might once have been a design on it, but it has long since faded or been eaten away.
Contents:
Ed
Jimmy Wilson
Casper
Elan
Hank
Errol
Gargoyle
Obvious exits:
Street Basement
immy Wilson hrms. "Maybe if we kill 'nuffa the medium sized ones, the Mama Banes we can call 'em, it'll bring Big Bad Daddy Bane ta see us, huh? Save a little huntin' time. An' if it don't come... well, we got other 'sponsabilities in the city, ya know? Other people can clean up their own backyards."
Piddles rubs his face and plops onto a pew, trying to focus on the conversation.
Ed nods. "Or it may just send out more to get more energy for it. Who knows. I'm not a Theurge, don't have any experience with any huge bane in it, so I can't really guess what'd it'd do."
Elan looks to Jimmy. "We got a plan?"
Jimmy Wilson looks seriously to Elan. "Ya know what I think 'bout plans, man."
Elan nods, and grins.
Piddles looks from one face to another. "Um," he says hesitantly. "Whuzzup?"
Jimmy Wilson points toward the ceiling. "It's that way, Pids."
Hank rolls his eyes at Jimmy.
Casper smirks and sighs.
Piddles peers upward.
Ed says "This guy gonna be there? If he is, someone could just go up and knock, and I'll put a bullet into his head from across the street when he comes to answer the door. Or do you want to do more checking around first?"
Elan quirks an eyebrow at Ed. "Cool idea."
Jimmy Wilson looks at the ceiling, scratching his chin. He looks down and at Ed. "Not too honor'ble, man. I say we trick'r treat his ass. Oh, wait. Too late fer that. How 'bout pretend we's Mormons or whatever, an' knock on his door an' give him a Gideon's upside the head?"
Piddles squints and frowns at the ceiling, obviously still not hitting on all pistons.
Hank mms at Jimmy. "Ain't too hon'rable, but Ed's idea sounds effective. Noisy, though..."
Ed shrugs at the nor to honorable comment. Doesn't seem to bother him to much, he must get it a lot.
Casper grins, "Now that's subtle."
Ed says "Yeah, if there's more to the house than just him, a loud gunshot might not be the best thing."
Jimmy Wilson says "How 'bout we get close then go in Flipside? Moon's gettin' pretty fat."
+phoon
Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (78% full).
+weather
Currently on this gusty and cold fall twilight in the general St. Claire area, it is 41 degrees Fahrenheit (5.0 degrees Celsius). The wind is coming from the east-southeast at 12.8 mph. The ground is wet. Skies are clear with a possible chance of precipitation.
Casper says "Might it be more dangerous that way?"
Elan nods at that. "Good idea. Plus, get a sneak peek at whatever he's got locked in that basement?"
Hank mms. "And hope it doesn't get a sneak peek at us?"
Jimmy Wilson chews his lower lip. "I know it might be dan'grous, but we might learn more, too. Ya 'fraida the dark?"
Piddles finally stops looking at the ceiling, something obviously having finally clicked in his doggie brain. He narrows his eyes briefly at Jimmy, but tunes in on the conversation with a little more cluefulness.
Casper nods, "Yes, more than I am a scrawny guy alone in his house."
Jimmy Wilson shrugs. "Nothin' wrong with bein' cautious. I'm just scareda the cops, an' I know they won't fuck with us in the Flip. Of course, we could set up some kinda distraction first..."
Elan looks to Boo. "Scrawny guy probably has a big Bane in his gullet, if he's like the dog, and something is living inside him. Might be like on that movie the other night. Something moving him like a puppet."
Jimmy Wilson's attention suddenly leaves the planning conversation completely. "You saw a movie? Without me? Fuck. Which one?"
Ed chuckles softly, still not having introduced himself to the people he doesn't know in the room.
Hank shakes his head at Jimmy, grinning.
Elan looks to Jimmy. "Um, on TV. Over at that video place on fifth. didn't have any money, so Hank an' I watched the movie they were showin' on the TV set they had there."
Ed says "I'll tag along if you want me to for some extra manpower."
Piddles cracks his knuckles. "Pid don' know whut up, butchoo put 'im in fronta sumthin an' say 'kill' an' it get dun."
Jimmy Wilson grins and nods at Elan and Hank, obviously appreciating their ability to make the best of the situation. He stands up and rubs his palms across the front of his jeans. "Well, what we waitin' for, then? Oh, that's right, a plan. Let's just go kick in his door or somethin', huh? It's dark 'nuff out already."
Jimmy Wilson jerks a thumb over his shoulder at Piddles. "That's th'attitude, guys. Let's beat feet, huh?"
Hank hrms. "Let's go flip...easier 'n dealin' with police showin' up."
Piddles grins large and toothily.
Casper scratches his head. "Uh, mind if I tag along?"
Ed chuckles. "Well, maybe not breaking the door down. Should at least check for a security system first. But then someone has been in there before?"
Jimmy Wilson nods at Casper. "I'd mind if ya _didn't_, man." He puts on his best "I'm your friend" smile for him, then looks around at everyone. "This many of us, in the Flip, anything'd hafta be stupid ta fuck with us. Let's get somewhere close then step through, huh?"
Elan nods to Ed. "Me and Hank been in there before, and we got a map, here." He scketches one quickly for Ed.
Hank nods to Jimmy. "Works for me.."
Ed glances at it once, quickly then hands it back. Either he's stupid not to examine it closely, or he's done this kind of thing before, and is practiced at it.
Jimmy Wilson's eye narrows. "I 'preciate ya helpin' out Ed, but once we get there, my word goes, get it? Can't have too many chiefs. Spoils the chef, ya know."
Casper nods to Jimmy and rubs his hands together slowly, taking a deep breath.
Jimmy Wilson looks at everyone to make sure they all understand this.
Elan nod, of course.
Ed nods to Jimmy. "Sure."
Ed has left.
Jimmy Wilson has left.
Damon's house(#2904RDJ)
This is a modest little cottage towards the north of St. Claire. It has no garage, and a very small front yard, which seems well tended. It is neat and clean, outside, painted a neutral shade of beige, with brown trim.
Hank has arrived.
Elan has arrived.
Casper has arrived.
Piddles nudges Elan and whispers, "Aneeting Pid shuld know aboot?"
Elan shakes his head to Pids. "Just stay close and stay cool."
Piddles nods and rubs his hands together.
Morgan has arrived.
As you approach the house in the umbra, Sargeant lifts his hackles and pauses in his scouting ahead to look back at his pack. The epherma that makes up the walls of the house is covered in tiny webs and weaver spiders mindlessly traversing too and fro, as is normal for dwellings of a significant age. From one of the visible basement windows, a sick greenish-white glow emanates, pulsing with eerie life.
Jimmy Wilson pages all: Ran into Morgan on the way there? Morgan, our plan is to get close to a house we know has this tainted dude inside, then go Umbral and try to enter it.
Jimmy Wilson, now in Glabro, sniffs the air only slightly then points at the window. "Oh, Luuucy, I'm home," he says quietly.
Hank contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Hank shifts into Glabro form.
Damon pages all: Before I let you guys get started, I just want to wave my standard disclaimers form about. This could be dangerous, and certain actions may get your character killed. If this isn't something you want to have happen, you may want to consider leaving (Go fetch the cavalry?)
Elan contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Elan sparkles and blurs, shifting into Hispo form.
Casper contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Casper shifts into Hispo form.
Piddles contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
You shift into Hispo form.
*Shadow Eyes is looking at you.*
Morgan's approach isn't as soundless or as guileful as a no moons, but she's no slouch either. Once the Fury theurge is spotted, she gives a quick wave and comes slightly closer, watching as Cavall shifts down into a more formidable fighting form.
look shadow eyes
A huge brown wolf, taller than any normal animal and much more muscular than even a large wolf. Sleek brown fur courses over his muscular flanks and his eyes are knife-wounds of gold.
Carrying:
Kawasaki Ninja(#3242Jeq)
Ed ripples and changes, slipping into Lupus form.
look ed
A huge wolf with a large head which hangs low between jutting shoulder blades. His fur is a dark grey and is streaked with red along the spine and away from the eyes. His eyes are dark pits which glimmer with a hidden knowledge. The wolf lopes about slowly and quietly, keeping his large mass close to the ground.
Jimmy Wilson chews his lower lip a little, then jerks a thumb at the glowing house. "Stinky," he says quietly to Morgan as she approaches. "We's the Orkin Men, killin' bugs dead. Wanna join in?"
Silver-In-Night slips down into Lupus, his form bluring and staying blured even after he shifts. He moves quietly, with a practiced ease.
look morgan
She stands just over 5' 8" tall and has the lean, toned twenty-something athletic body of a dancer, kept very much in form. Her movements are graceful, carefully chosen and economic of motion. She makes even the simple act of walking seem like some step in a dance that she follows unconsciously in her mind. She has a subtle, ethereal beauty: delicate, high cheek bones in her face are set off by a pair of intense piercing blue eyes, further highlighted by her long, deep brown hair, currently pulled back in a pony tail.
The collar of her heavy forest green corduroy shirt peeks out over her insulated, down quilted coat. She's wearing a pair of snug black denim jeans, and she's got a pair of Timberlake hiking shoes. A delicate gold chain circles her neckline.
Shadow Eyes pads to one side, sniffing and checking quietly. He moves with agile ease in this, his pack totems favored form.
Edgewalker sniffs the air and lets out a quick growl.
Piddles(#3258Pc)
He's a big, lean, muscular, shaggy monster with a tail that's way too short and one lop ear... kinda cute until he growls. He looks like a wolf with too much terrier in him, particularly with the way his drooling accumulates in his beard and the slightly curly look to his dark tan pelt.
Morgan's face quirks a wry smile. "Now, now," she says placatingly, "we never did manage to run around in the sewers -- although we should have." She eyes the other pack members and then lifts her shoulder. "If you guys don't mind a hand, and there's a scumbag that needs killing, I wouldn't mind. Apparently, my social calendar is free."
Piddles snuffles at the ground, then at the air.
Jimmy Wilson nods at Morgan. "Well, it's somethin' like that," he says. "Only rules is, me an' the boys been workin' this house fer a while, with the City Boss' permission, an' it's my show, rhya. No dissin' intended, but it's my boys an I'm boss on this. Cool?"
"Sure thing, James. I don't want to walk on your play, any." Morgan shrugs again, lifting her eyebrows faintly. "What now?"
Jimmy Wilson looks over at Ed. "Recon?" He changes his mind. "No, fuck that. Elan an' Hank's already made a map an' shit. We go in. Chances is good that homeboy's in the basement. His name's Damon."
Silver-In-Night nods to Jimmy, letting him choose, it's his show.
Piddles begins to drool prodigiously.
Jimmy Wilson points at Hank and Elan. "You guys know the layout," he says quietly. "Ya got the point position. Move out."
Hank nods to Jimmy, shifting down to the pack's preferred form.
Hank contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Hank shifts into Hispo form.
Shadow Eyes nuzzles Hank, and moves to the point. He trots confidently towards the structure, nose aimed towards the sickly glow.
White-Eye follows after Shadow Eyes, padding along alertly.
look white-eye
This is a huge dog or degenerate wolf that towers over you. It is covered in coarse brown hair that is wild and uneven. It appears to be in good health if not a little thin, its ribs clearly visible under a thin layer of flesh. The legs seem extremely long and seem to throw the balance of the beast off just a little. Its long face houses brown, curious eyes that suggest the beast is very aware of you. The left eye is surrounded by a patch of white fur which stands out against the brown background. There is a flash of gold visible in its left ear.
Jimmy Wilson makes a gesture, inviting Morgan to take whatever position he wants in the formation. He moves in after the two pointmen, keeping a decent distance from them. "Windows, doors... hrm..." he says, then squints his eye at the structure. "Bet there's still some good untainted food in there. Good food... behind the doors..."
Edgewalker moves to Jimmy's side and surveys the home with caution.
Piddles pads along not far behind Jimmy.
Jimmy Wilson pages all: I'm going to try Open Seal on the nearest door or window. Whatever seems appropriate for where we're standing.
Morgan decides to follow immediately after Hank and Shadow-Eyes, shifting up to glabro.
Pack> Shadow Eyes says "Jimmy? You ain't smelling that 'good food', like you did before, are ya?"
Silver-In-Night will take up the rear, so that nothing sneaks up behind the ground unaware.
Jimmy Wilson's stomach growls as he concentrates on what must be behind the doors. Whatever is in the fridge might still be good, he tells himself, trying to believe it enough himself to make the Gift to believe the statement as well.
Pack> Jimmy Wilson says "Shut up, I'm tryin' ta concentrate, dammit."
Pack> Shadow Eyes says "Can't be any good food in there, man. We been inside."
Shadow Eyes chuffs. Lots of Wyrm Taint. More than before... I'm going closer.
White-Eye tilts an ear towards Shadow Eyes, nodding, and moves to back him up.
Morgan follows behind closely, getting a perspective from two legs rather than four.
A basement window slides open as the two approach.
Piddles growls deep in his chest, low enough that only the two Garou immediately in front of him can hear.
Shadow Eyes stops and peers at the window. We got something coming out, guys.
Jimmy Wilson moves off to one side, flanking the group. His eye narrows as he peers toward the window.
White-Eye freezes, peering down at the ground between the window and the wolves. Where is it?
Edgewalker tenses and sniffs the air, looking to and fro.
Eyes whuffs. Below, by the window. He bares his teeth, ready to slash and rend. He tests the air with his nose, quietly, trying to pinpoint where the thing is.
Silver-In-Night's eyes scan the area cautiously, not stopping or lingering on any particular thing for too long.
Piddles gathers himself and sniffs, his ears searching for the slightest sound.
Pack> Jimmy Wilson says "Someone use Dog's ears an' listen, huh? Hold yer breath if ya put on the Gift, since ya don't wanna sniff too much Wyrm."
Pack> Shadow Eyes will, Jimmy.
Morgan's eyes and then face take a feral edge and she decides to shift into her crinos warform. ~I'm hearing something in there slithering around.~ Her body drops into a defensive fighting posture, even as she edges closer toward the window.
White-Eye tenses, looking as if he's ready to pounce once the thing is spotted.
Piddles strains so hard his tail quivers, his ahroun-eagerness driving his whole body into terrier-shakes.
Jimmy Wilson contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Jimmy Wilson shifts into Hispo form.
Silver-In-Night stays in his Lupus form, wishing the extra speed until the foe is spotted.
Shakes pads forward, but only a few steps. ~Is anything coming out?~ he wonders.
The Wyrm reek deepens until those who are using their Gift can barely breath for wanting to gag. In a violent instandt, with a tearing snarl, an amorphous shape bursts through the window, taking bits of the supporting epherma with it. For the moment, all that can be seen is greenish oozey substance and sharp, sharp fangs. Shadow Eyes, who is standing by the window, takes the full brunt of the thing's attack, as it fastens onto his right shoulder, ravening.
Shadow Eyes howls! and blurs into Rage-driven speed, slashing with teeth and claws. Mama! Aid your son!
Piddles looses a roar and pounces forward, teeth flashing.
Shakes doesn't waste a moment for anything as advanced as, oh, thinking. He leaps at the thing, to the aid of his packmate, fangs bared and foreclaws raking.
White-Eye snarls and leaps for the thing attacking Shadow Eyes, sladshing at the thing with teeth and claws.
Silver-In-Night blurs up into Crinos.
Silver-In-Night contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Silver-In-Night ripples and changes, slipping into Crinos form.
Edgewalker leaps back and growls, ears splaying back in fear and alarm. He watches the others and keeps out of the experienced warriors' ways. He eyes the window with suspiscion. ~Away from window... more might come!~
Edgewalker contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Edgewalker shifts into Crinos form.
Sarge growls, a satisfied and perhaps a proud sound. He moves slowly around the Wyrmthing, watching the others attack it as he moves closer to the window, in case there are more where that one came from.
Another creature follows, blurringly quick, and fastens onto White-Eye's flank, almost seeming to burrow into his fur and flesh. The hot smell of blood rises in the air, as it scatters on the ground beneath the two beleagured garou. As Shakes' hits the mix, he barrels into the thing attacking Shadow Eyes, and it flies free of the fray, with a chunk of Shadow Eyes' shoulder in its fangs. Shadow Eyes rolls away a few feet, bringing claws and teeth to bear upon the enemy. As the garou vie for position, another bane comes flying out the window, aimed straight at Cavall's totem. The pair of spirits utter bloodcurdling growls as they tear and slash at each other.
Edgewalker runs by the side of the window and crouches down, waiting to pounce on any other banes that come out.
White-Eye howls as the thing attacks his flank, and twists around, slashing at it with his teeth.
Shakes turns, his single good eye tracking the creature he just tackled off his packmate, the one with a mouthful of Elan's shoulder, then dives after it, growling.
Piddles turns his attack to assist White-Eye, rising to the occasion with a bellow.
Piddles contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
You shift into Crinos form.
Piddles(#3258Pc)
Mangy. Shaggy. Skinny. This is a damned impressive stray dog, towering to ten feet, with knotty muscles just barely concealed by a pelt that would do any junkyard mutt proud. One ear lops in a manner that is probably damned cute in some of his other forms, but here it's simply ridiculous. His stubby tail vibrates with the tension and Rage that is flowing through this deceptively un-wolf-like shape. When he's in battle, thick ropes of drool proceed from his mouth, dangling down through his thick, curly beard and flying off in all directions with every motion of his head.
Shadow Eyes screams and leaps at the one attacking White-Eye, trying to sever the creature from the middle.
Silver-In-Night moves the the side of the window, opposite Edgewalker, obviously with the same idea.
Sarge leaps to meet this new challenge, slashing with teeth and sinking in, worrying this new prey like a terrier does a cat.
Edgewalker isn't disappointed, as yet another bane charges from the window, taking a bare instant to register his presence before flying at him with razor-teeth bared. White Eyes fangs bury deep into the creature tearing at him, but as his packmates attack it also, he is blocking them from getting a really good hit, and Shadow Eyes only manages to knock them all into a sprawling pile. This leaves the bane open to Piddles' claws and teeth, as she swipes the thing from White-Eyes side with a sickening tearing noise. Meanwhile, Shakes jumps onto the creature that originally attacked, attacking with astonishin Rage-bidden speed. As he hits, the opne wounds spray a greenish sticky ichor, which smells strangely like cotton candy. Sarge and the bane he is fighting roll farther from the window, still snarling and ripping at each other. From the wagging of his tail, it appears that this is just what the mutt-spirit wanted.
Piddles attempts to lock his jaws firmly into his opponent so he can get a good, powerful shake in.
Pack> Shakes says "Shit! Don't get any of it in your mouth! Use claws!"
Ragedancer's body shakes with anger and she howls suddenly, a mournful cry, like someone's died. Her body trembles and then she springs forward for the window, squirming to get through it, a prayer to Peagsus seeking bloody vengeance on her lips.
Shadow Eyes shakes his huge head and turns to the one Piddles is shaking at attempts to help with it. He claws only, /not/ using his bite. He attempts to coordinate with his new packmate, holding it so Piddles can slash.
Shakes leaps back, shifting to the Warform. ~Don't get any in your mouth!~ he calls out, taking a more defensive tack with the creature now, not able to attack while shifting and sounding the warning. ~Use claws, not fangs!~
Shakes contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Shakes shifts into Crinos form.
White-Eye howls, and goes for the bane that Edgewalker is fighting, to give the less-experienced Garou his aid...shifting upwards as he goes and raking at it with his claws.
White-Eye contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
White-Eye shifts into Crinos form.
Edgewalker rars lowly and strikes forward with a lunging rake of the claws to the oncoming bane.
Piddles obeys his new pack leader, abandoning years of pit dog-training, and coordinates with Shadow-Eyes to tear the creature to ribbons.
Silver-In-Night blinks and curses in his warform as Ragedancer goes for the window.
Damon pages to Shakes and Piddles: Your mouth tastes funny, btw.
Shakes pages to Damon and Piddles: Well, shit.
You paged Shakes and Damon with 'To be expected. :)'.
Damon pages to Shakes and Piddles: Banes that taste like cotton candy. MMmmMM.
Long distance to Shakes and Damon: Piddles splah bleah yick.
Shadow Eyes and Piddles make short work of the bane, tearing it into little greenish pieces that sink into the ground like eerie inkblots. White Eye shifts to his warform in an instant of Rage, and dives onto the creature facing Edgewalker, tearing great gouges in the thing's hide, as Edgewalker's claws strike it across the face. Lunging forward, the bane fastens onto Edgewalker's forearm, fangs ripping through the fur into the flesh beneath. Morgan gradually disappears through the window into the basement, as the Silver Fang peers after her. Sarge and his bane continue to roll about, deeply locked in combat.
Ragedancer's crinos voice bellows out taunts, as one can hear her shuffling across some floor.
White-Eye growls, trying for a grip on the thing with one hand - including digging his talons in deep - while slashing at the thing's side, trying to get the insides _out_.
Silver-In-Night curses loudly, intelligable even in Crinos, before he goes into the basement after Ragedancer. He's not going to let someone face this thing alone.
Edgewalker bares his teeth and slashes at the bane with White-Eye. He stares at it with a strange degree of calm.
Piddles turns from the vanishing opponent, looking for the nearest target.
Shakes spits as he advances on the creature before him, swiping his claws at it in large arcs. Between spits and sputters, he curses the thing in low, gutteral tones.
As the Fang dives into the window, there is already wisps of a chilly fog drifting out, roiling about Silver-In-Night as he goes through. From within, the sounds of a battle are easily heard.
Sarge's growls tear across the area, making hair stand on end as his teeth snap fast and hard at his particular dance partner. His head darts in and shakes hard periodically as he rolls and vies for the more advantageous position.
Shadow Eyes contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Shadow Eyes sparkles and blurs, shifting into Crinos form.
The creature in White-Eye's and Edgewalker's grip is torn into similar little pieces, once more sinking into the ground in strange green blots. With a vicious snarl, the bane facing Shakes' leaps to meet him, striking a glancing blow with sharp teeth across the back of the Gnawer's arm. Sarge finally finishes off his foe, and he slumps to the ground, bleeding in that way that only spirits can emulate, and panting.
Piddles bounds to lend a claw to his pack leader.
Edgewalker grabs his useless left arm in a grunt of pain and looks to the window, then up to WHite-Eye.
White-Eye looks around and sees that Shakes has the only creature still active and that Piddles is helping him, then looks at the window and starts for it to get inside.
Shakes tries his best to keep his mouth closed as he rakes his claws powerfully against the Wyrmthing, opening it only enough to spit occasionally.
Shadow Eyes trots to the aid of his alpha, and slashes at the bane with powerful claws in long raking strokes. Again, he tries to time his rage-driven stokes with Shakes' to better tear at their foe.
Pack> Shakes says "I think it got in me... Hungry."
Pack> Shadow Eyes says "Shit!!"
Piddles slavers copiously.
Pack> Shadow Eyes says "Throw up man, throw up!"
Pack> Dante paces about the Townhouse, nibbling on his fingernails.
Pack> White-Eye growls. "Hell!"
Pack> Shakes OOC: Hiya, Dante. We're all dyin' over here. How's things at the t-house? Are you dusting or vacuuming right now? ,)
Pack> Dante ooc: What else would I do when stressed? :)
White-Eye climbs through the window into the fog-laden basement. Under the concentrated attack of the others, the last bane up top dies messily and drips onto the ground.
Piddles spins his head toward the basement window, sending ropes of drool in all directions, and bounds that way.
Damon pages to Shakes and Piddles: You aren't infected with anything, but you are starting to feel horribly sick to your stomach. You won't be eating candy for a while, methinks.
Shadow Eyes pants for only a second, still running fast from the high his rage gives him. Seeing White-Eye go into the basement, he flashes a look to Shakes, then follows.
Pack> Shadow Eyes says "We are all going down, Shakes?"
White-Eye twists his head back and forth inside the basement, trying to figure out where the fighting is going on and starting in that direction...slowly.
Shakes falls to his knees, dry retching, a single hand supporting him. He shakes his head then stands, wobbling as he looks at the window, makes up his mind, then charges at it. ~Last one in is Wyrm-bait,~ he says, trying not to sound like he's about to toss his cookies.
Pack> Shadow Eyes says "Think we need to leave guards? I don't think so. Maybe Sarge?"
Damon pages all: I think Sarge could do that, but he'd be pretty pissed to miss anymore fighting. ;)
Shadow Eyes drops down beside White-Eye, glancing about the basement, floor and ceiling too. He probes ahead with his senses cautiously, seeking to peirce the fog down here.
Edgewalker follows Shadow Eyes down and mutters quietly. ~My arm is hurt... I'll have to hang back some.~
Piddles zeroes in on the sound of combat and makes for it like an arrow.
As the rest of the garou join the Fang and the Fury in the basement, they find that they cannot see much at all, but can hear the last vestiges of a finishing battle. That too, dies off to the sound of the heavy breathing of the combatants as they recover their breath.
Shakes calls out ~What's the word?~ into the fog.
Ragedancer's still ferally snarling as she turns back to look at the rest of Cavall, not answering the question. She howls again, instead, and plunges recklessly, up the stairs.
Shakes spits again, over his shoulder and making sure it doesn't accidentally hit anyone. ~Shit. Follow the bitch, boys.~ He starts to lope forward, after the Fury.
Piddles pounds forward after briefly contemplating the possibility of simply going through the ceiling.
White-Eye heads after the Fury and the others.
Edgewalker follows behind, backing up the stairs and watching the group's backs.
Shadow Eyes keeps his bulk next to Edgewalker as he surveys the Umbral basement. He scouts, briefly, until Racedancers howl and Shakes command decide a course for him. He pads quickly after White-Eye, claws bared and ready to attack.
Silver-In-Night waits for the others to follow up as well, pausing to watch their backs, and to get a better look at the basement after the fog leaves.
The fog lessens as you climb stairs into the upper level of the home. This area is eerily empty, except for the occasional wandering Weaver spirit.
Piddles strains ears and nose to catch any sign of the next attacker.
Edgewalker closes the door behind them (if there is one) and looks around, up at the ceiling and in dark corners, standing ready, right arm held forward defensively.
Damon pages all: Did Edgewalker close the door with Ed still down there, since he wanted to stay behind until the mmist left...?
Shakes moves towards Ragedancer, the hair on his shoulders standing high. ~What the hell is up here?~ he asks, ~that you need to run off alone after it?~ The ragabash Gnawer doesn't seem happy at the moment. He spits over his shoulder and onto the floor.
Shadow Eyes pages all: I'm right by Edgewalker, and I would motion for him not too.
Edgewalker pages to White-Eye, Shakes, Silver-In-Night, Ragedancer, Damon, Piddles, and Shadow Eyes: oops, thought I was the last one up. OKay, no closum door.
From afar, to White-Eye, Shakes, Ragedancer, Damon, Piddles, Edgewalker, and Shadow Eyes, Silver-In-Night wants to at least get a good enough look at the basement to see if there's anything else down there.
Ragedancer snarls again, and then finds the nearest mirror so that she can reach through, her path and target selected.
White-Eye shakes his head at the Fury's behavior, glancing at Shakes.
Shakes growls. ~Fuck. Bitch.~ To the rest of the party, he sounds the order: ~Let's go ta the Hard World, kids.~ He turns to concentrate on the mirror himself, grumbling something about slowly and painfully killing a certain Fury after this is all over.
Silver-In-Night growls up the stairs, ~Found the pot.~
Piddles follows Shakes, figuring the others will deal with whatever the stranger has found.
Shakes' concentration is broken as Ed's call comes up. ~Piddles, let's go. The rest check it out, then follow us back in no more than five minutes.~ He turns back to focus on the mirror again.
Edgewalker nods to Shakes and turns to Silver. ~What is it you found?~
Shadow Eyes looks to Shakes then back down the stairs to Silver.
White-Eye nods to Shakes, and heads towards the stairs.
Silver-In-Night hollows up the stairs. ~The romm's clear except for the pot of stew or whatever. Finish clearing the house then we'll clean the pot.~
Edgewalker runs down the stairs.
Piddles determinedly follows Shakes.
Pack> Shakes says "You even think of eatin' anything out of that pot an' I'll gut ya myself."
Pack> Shadow Eyes ain't, Shakes!
Shadow Eyes looks back down the stairs. ~You are sure it is clear, then? Racedancer may need aid. Though I doubt it.~
Pack> Shakes says "Ya say that now, but I know how this Tainted shit works on ya... fucks with yer head an' makes ya HUNGRY..."
Damon pages to Shakes, Ragedancer, and Piddles: As the Fury steps through, Damon looks up, not seeming at all surprised, from loading his gun. He moves backwards, taking aim at the strange creature that has seemingly burst from the mirror in his bedroom, and pumps off two shots, both of which whistle by Ragedancer's head close enough to part her fur. The echo of the shots are still in the air as the others follow.
Pack> Shadow Eyes knows, yep. Forgot. sorry.
Pack> Dante says "You guys come back alive, and I'll make some tacos or something to eat for dinner."
Shakes pages to Ragedancer, Damon, and Piddles: If the shot hit the mirror while we were following, what'd happen? Or should I worry about such things? .)
Pack> White-Eye says "We won't touch the stuff. And you're on, Dante."
Silver-In-Night says, ~Just go. I'll keep an eye out down here.~
Pack> Shakes drools. Tacos!
Pack> Shadow Eyes Yay, Tacos!
From afar, to Shakes, Ragedancer, and Piddles, Damon froths on JW. Don't give me headaches. it makes me grumpy and want to kill things...
Pack> Dante says "And remember, I'm from New Mexico. Where we learn how to make real tacos, not Taco Tico crap. :)"
Edgewalker eyes the pot, ~Could be full of more banes. How should we destroy it?~
Pack> Shakes says "You guys keep a eye on Sarge, wouldja?"
Shadow Eyes shakes his head. ~Come with us. The smell might taint you. It has an odd effect. Sometimes it /makes/ you want it. At least the creature's did.~
Shadow Eyes says this to both Silver and Edgewalker, but especially to Edgewalker.
White-Eye nods at Shadow Eyes' words. ~Yeah. Smelled like your favorite food...and you HAD to have it.~
Edgewalker rumbles lowly and nods, ~Let's go then?~
Shakes pages to Ragedancer, Damon, and Piddles: Let me an' Pids know when we're through the looking glass eh, Damey. .)
Silver-In-Night rolls his eyes and walks to stand by the stairs, shifting to Glabro, and covering his mouth with his shirt. ~I don't want to leave something potentually dangerous at our backs unattended."
Damon pages to Shakes, Ragedancer, and Piddles: Shakes and Piddles step through as Ragedancer gives into her Rage and charges impossibly fast at the man wielding the gun. Yet, as her claws come to bear on the man, he sinks down into the floor, becoming a like a puddles of goo, and squirts across the floor to reform an instant later in his human form, leaving the gun to clatter on the ground where he was originally.
From afar, to Ragedancer, Damon, and Piddles, Shakes's head shakes, as if to clear it. ~It's bike boy,~ he says. ~The fucker who was giving tainted candy ta kids.~ Hearing his own words enfuriates him and he bounds across the room toward the goo-man, his claws extended.
Edgewalker looks to the Fang, ~Perhaps we should come back when the banes are cleared out before dealing with the pot? Without someone to use the stuff, it might be alright to leave...~
From afar, to Shakes, Damon, and Piddles, Ragedancer snarls as she is denied her sweet retribution. "You. Die. Now," she forces out of her crinosed muzzle somehow, her voice low and primally animalistic. She wheels and leaps at the man again.
Silver-In-Night sighs and slips a small pocket mirror out of his pocket, He glances into it and peeks into the Realm-side of the basement.
Silver-In-Night contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Silver-In-Night ripples and changes, slipping into Glabro form.
White-Eye watches Silver-In-Night, waiting to hear about what the other sees.
Shadow Eyes nods at this, and yips. ~I can understand that. Let me come down, but we have to be ready to follow Shakes, Pid and Ragedancer.~ He clumps back down the steps to look at this pot-thing.
Long distance to Shakes, Ragedancer, and Damon: Piddles eyes the puddle-man and crouches, tense and waiting for it to squirt away from the next attack so he can spring instantly as it reforms.
Ed says, ~There's a pot on a stove on the other side, cooking and boiling away.~
From afar, to Shakes, Ragedancer, and Piddles, Damon looks about, faintly panicked, and drools on down to his gooey form yet again. This time, he makes a break for the closed door, sliding under it quickly, even as both Ragedancer and Piddles almost crash into each other in an effort to attack it. A small amount of the goo is left behind, as Ragedancer's quick claws tear it from the main puddle, and this turns into a mass of skin, blood and other flesh.
Long distance to Shakes, Ragedancer, and Damon: Piddles does his best to simply go through the door.
Edgewalker says, ~Perhaps if we stopped it's boiling it would become inert?~
From afar, to Ragedancer, Damon, and Piddles, Shakes' lip curls up as he snorts in disgust. ~At least it can bleed...~
Shakes growls as the ooze-thing formerly known as Damon escapes. ~We go!~ he says, barreling towards the door.
Ed is watching the pot from a distance, over near the stairs, covering his mouth with his sleave. ~You may want to go Realm-side and turn the stove off. That should stop the 'cooking'. I'll stay down here to take care of anything else that comes out of the pot."
Piddles plunges at the door, or the wall, or whatever happens to be between him and the ooze.
Shadow Eyes nods to Ed. ~I'll go. You keep a watch on White-Eye and Edgewalker.~ He looks distant for a second, communing with his pack.
Pack> Shadow Eyes says "Guys? Is ooze-boy heading towards the basement?"
Ed shakes his head to Shadow Eyes. ~Take at least one more with you.~
White-Eye nods slowly to Ed, and glances at Shadow Eyes. ~Take Edgewalker with you? Don't want anyone alone.~
Piddles crashes through the door, splintering it at the bottom and tearing part of the frame from the wall. As plaster and wood splinters fly in all directions, the group can see into a narrow hallway, which is empty. There is a trail of bloody slime on the floor, leading back the way you came, but in the Realm this time.
Damon pages all: Follow that slime!
Shadow Eyes nods to White-Eye. ~I Will.~
Edgewalker follows Shadow Eyes.
Shadow Eyes looks for a place to Reach through to the Realm, down here.
Piddles barrels headlong after the trail, nose and ears alert.
~Basement!~ the Fury roars, barreling down the stairs.
Pack> Shakes says "Looks like he's makin' for the basement."
Damon pages to Shakes, Ragedancer, and Piddles: Who's the first one to the stairs? First one down the stairs?
White-Eye blinks, glancing at Shadow Eyes to make sure he heard that.
Shadow Eyes looks to the others. ~Shakes says the guy is making for the basement. He might try to come through, down here.~
From afar, to Shakes, Damon, and Piddles, Ragedancer assumes she is, since she knows where to look.
Long distance to Shakes, Ragedancer, and Damon: Piddles is right on Morgan's tail, then.
Shakes heads after Damon, letting the two more powerful Garou lead the charge ahead of him, but sticking close to them and acting as rearguard.
Ed nods to Shadow, unzipping the backpack that he carried with him. He slips out an old norse helm, and slips it onto his head.
Ed puts on his helm.
White-Eye nods, glancing around to try to find a likely spot the prey might emerge from.
Ed contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Ed ripples and changes, slipping into Crinos form.
Pack> Shadow Eyes says "Shakes! You want us to come through, or stay down here in case he tries to come throught here?"
The pot that Ed is watching gives a coughing bubble and spits forth a small amount of gooey slime, which runs down the ephermal wall behind, and causing it to glow with the same sick green color. The remaining contents of the pot pulsate with brighter flashes of green.
Shadow Eyes looks to Ed. ~I think we need to destroy that thing. White-Eye? You got that fire-talen bound to ya?~
Pack> Shadow Eyes says "Hey! The pot is doing funny stuff over here."
As Ragedancer and the rest clatter about halfway down the stair, they can see that Damon is working feverishly over the unlit camp stove. He turns back at the sound of your approach, brandishing, of all things, a butane stove lighter.
Pack> Shakes says "Um, watch the pot. You know what they say 'bout them not boilin', right? We'll yell if we need ya. Really loud."
Damon pages to Shakes and Piddles: If you have HS on, you can smell gas. Lots of it.
White-Eye nods to Shadow Eyes. ~Got it...but not sure what it'll do...~
Shadow Eyes thinks we need to destroy this, here.
Silver-In-Night nods. ~I think we need to destroy it both places.~
Piddles leaps for Damon, intent on disarming him, literally, if necessary.
Shadow Eyes nods. ~Shall we get started?~ He sharpens his claws, and looks about for something heavy to hit the stove and pot with. ~Watch the goo. It's probably acid.~
Ragedancer continues forward, undaunted by the puny weapon, and showing her allegiance to her pack's totem spirit: fearlessness.
Edgewalker crouches down in a defensive posture and watches carefully.
Silver-In-Night growls softly, at nothing in particular, the tatoo on his brow almost appearing to glow softly. He holds himself with a certain regality; something often seen in Silver Fangs, but usually not in this particular Fang. ~What's happeneing on the other side?~
Shadow Eyes looks to Ed. ~You wanna hit it together? The other's got Damon cornered in the basement, I think?~
Shakes follows in after Pids, a snarl on his lips as he leaps at Damon. ~Die, bastard!~
White-Eye looks at the others. ~JUst a moment...~ And with that...he shifts down to glabro for a moment, long enough to pull a firecracker from his vest pocket, and a book of matches. ~Shall we see if this thing works? I'd back away...~
Silver-In-Night says, ~I think we should just get it off the stove. I don't want to spill it out, who know what it'll do, especially if it goes down some drain down here. But let's move it so that he can't light it up.~ He pauses, then nods to White-Eye. ~Go for it.~~
Edgewalker stands back and watches the open window and the stairs constantly, ready to move.
*Click click* The man presses the button on the lighter, and suddenly his grinning form is engulfed in a maelstrom of fire. With a soft *whooomph* the place explodes, and the force of the explosion blows Ragedancer back onto Piddles, and Piddles back onto Shakes, cracking the stairs behind, as well as blowing out windows and a good portion of the back of the house. Swirling fire sweeps over the basement, and the garou within it.
Ragedancer pages to Shakes and Piddles: Ow?
White-Eye nods. ~Get away from it, all of you.~ He waits for them to back away....and then lights the fuse to the firecracker. He holds it a moment...and tosses the firecracker at the pot.
From afar, to White-Eye, Shakes, Ragedancer, Damon, Piddles, Edgewalker, and Shadow Eyes, Silver-In-Night laughs.
White-Eye pages all: It wasn't ME! I didn't do it til after!
Shakes pages to Ragedancer and Piddles: Yes, ow.
Shadow Eyes gets back against a wall, sheilding White-Eye some.
You paged Shakes and Ragedancer with 'Owie.'.
Long distance to Shakes and Ragedancer: Piddles squishes?
Ragedancer pages to Shakes, Damon, and Piddles: Ow. I imagine that's not a good thing.
Pack> Shadow Eyes says "Shakes? What's going on over there? We're gonna blow up the pot."
Pack> Shakes screams in pain!
Pack> Shadow Eyes says "Shakes! Shakes!"
Pack> Piddles yowls!
Edgewalker backs quickly behind the nearest cover.
Shadow Eyes tenses, down in the basement, hearing the howls of his pack through their bond.
White-Eye's eyes widen at something, ears flattening.
In the shadow, a dark shape coalesces into being, in the midst of the garou watching the pot of spiritual wyrmy gunk. Just as White-Eye tosses the talen into the pot, it, too explodes into flames, as the fire elementals are released. Gobs of sticky goo spray everywhere, falling onto fur and sticking there. Within moments, the basement of the house begins filling with more fire elementals.
Silver-In-Night is prepared to take the brunt of any blow to help shield the others, trusting in Luna to help shield him.
Shadow Eyes yelps. ~Out!~ He takes White-Eye, and boosts him through the window, or up the stairs if they are closer. The nearest exit, in any case.
White-Eye nods. ~Come on!~ He starts out...but doesn't head all the way until he sees the others coming as well.
Silver-In-Night makes sure that he's the last to head out, after Shadow Eyes, White-Eye and Edgewalker. ~Go!~
Shadow Eyes shouts to the fire elementals, in the Spirit Speech *Cleanse this place of the Wyrm! Harm us not, but destroy the Wyrm spirits!*
Edgewalker leaps dextrously at the stairs and bolts up them.
White-Eye scrambles up the stairs, his eyes distant as he runs.
Pack> White-Eye says "Shakes! Pid! You guys there?!?"
Damon pages to Shakes, Ragedancer, and Piddles: I think Morgan is incapacited by now, and Pid can take 4 levels agg, while Jimmy (who's behind everyone) can take two agg, and one non (for cracking the stair).
From afar, to Shakes and Piddles, Ragedancer mmm. Battle scar. Nummy.
Ragedancer's limp charred form is hurled against the flaming wall with a sick sounding thud. She slides to the floor and doesn't move.
Damon pages to Shakes, Ragedancer, and Piddles: Incapacitated, even. Guh.
Pack> Shakes is... okay. Piddles?
Piddles drags his burning body up to four legs, peering through the smoke and flames and debris, trying to spot an exit and his companions.
The fire elemental either don't hear or don't care, as they begin to immolate the walls of the house, and the stairs, even as the garou climb with fear-driven speed.
Silver-In-Night follows the others up the stairs quickly. ~Go Go Go!~
Pack> White-Eye says "Get out and into the flip. We can heal ya there."
Pack> Piddles snarls without words, a distinct feeling of pain emitting through the link.
White-Eye starts to pour on the speed, dashing up and out....
Edgewalker sprints for the door at top speed.
Damon pages all: Actually, Ragedancer was hurled against Pid, who was hurled against JW, and they are all hurled against the stair, which isn't on fire yet.
Shakes gets up, trying to catch a breath in the heatblasted room, then thinks better of _that_ idea. Getting a mental flash from Piddles, at least knowing he's alright (or says he is), he growls out: ~Let's grab the bitch and leave. Now!~ He reaches out to try to snag the Fury and make for the stairs.
Shadow Eyes pours up the stair, and tries to just go through the nearest obstacles to the outside, knowing the plan of the house.
Pack> Shadow Eyes says "Shit, we might just get out of this, guys..."
Pack> Shakes says "How's the party Flipside?"
Pack> Shadow Eyes says "We got us a shit-load of fire-elementals. What I wouldn't give to know that word of command thing."
Pack> White-Eye says "Amen. You guys get flipside, NOW...and get away from the house!"
Piddles scoops up the Fury as best he can and makes to follow his alpha.
Shakes pages to Ragedancer, Damon, and Piddles: Looks like the two of us trying to drag her out, somehow. I know the stairs are cracked, but are they usable at all?
Damon pages to Shakes, Ragedancer, and Piddles: Oh, yeah, you can still use the stairs, even though they are wobbly. However, the fire is catching onto the rest of the house, and I bet that Emergency services won't be too long on the scene, if you get my meaning.
As the last of the garou in the umbra make it up the stairs, the fire elementals consume it and begin dismantling it. More of them begin licking the sides of the upper floor. Shadow Eyes leads the way, barreling through the front of the house, through the door, onto the lawn.
Shadow Eyes turns as he makes his way clear, looking for the others. He counts heads, and such, then looks for Shakes, Ragedancer, and Pids, hoping they made it to the Umbra.
Shakes with the downed Fury. ~Back?~ he croaks aginst ainst the roar of the fire. ~The firetrucks will be here sono on!~
Pack> Shakes says "Ain't goin' Flipside. We got a wounded bitch, an' it takes too long for me ta reach through anyhow. Catch you guys outside..."
Piddles blinks against the smoke, helping Shakes with the downed Fury. ~Back?~ he croaks against the roar of the fire. ~The firetrucks will be here soon!~
Pack> White-Eye says "Can you guys get outta sight somewhere, where we can meetcha?"
Shakes works with Piddles to move the Fury up the stairs. ~Yes, back. And out. We'll make somethin' up once we get outside, okay? My guess is we'll run like hell.~
Shadow Eyes cocks his head, and yells to Ed. ~Silver! Shakes wants us to meet up outside, in the Realm!~
Piddles nods shortly at the other Gnawer and turns his attention that way. If necessary, he will make a path in the correct direction.
Silver-In-Night follows everyone else out of the house on the umbral side, and whirls, glancing back at the house with a carefukl eye, trying to see if anything's trying to sneak away or otherwise leave. ~Ask him if he wants someone to stay here to keep an eye on the place to see if anything makes it out of the fire while you all regroup. Never hurts to make sure.~
Pack> Shadow Eyes says "Shakes. Silver wants to know if we want to leave him as a scout, to see if anything comes out in the Umbra -- maybe something survived?"
Shadow Eyes nods to Silver, scanning the area himself.
Pack> Shakes says "Is he okay to hang on his own? Not too long, okay? How's the injuries?"
As Shakes and Piddles drag the unconscious form of Ragedancer up the stairs, the initial fury of the explosion lessens, becoming instead the steady crackling of flames as they lick the sides of the house, and begin the process of consuming it. Thick smoke pours up the stair, acting as a chimney, making all but the downed Fury cough, and their sight blurs. Making their way painfully through the house, they manage to haul themselves and their companion out onto the front lawn.
Piddles contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
You shift into Glabro form.
Shakes contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Shakes shifts into Glabro form.
Piddles shifts down as they break from the house proper.
Shadow Eyes sniffs. ~Still some Wyrm-sign there, Silver. You OK to stay here?~
Silver-In-Night sniffs the air as well.
Jimmy Wilson shifts. "At least it's dark out," he says. "Ain't got long. Silver's watchin' the retreat Flipside." Jimmy looks over to the burning house, scowling. "Should go back an' make sure the fucker's dead," he growls.
Silver-In-Night says, ~I won't engage unless I have to. I'll just watch and follow if something creeps out.~
Shadow Eyes nods to Silver. ~White-Eye and I need to help Ragedancer. We'll shift in, and be back to help, soon.~ He looks around, for a safe place to shift down to the Realm.
Pack> Shadow Eyes says "Hank and I will be there, in a bit. We'll come back, and help Silver."
Even as the group in the umbra talk, a dark shape rises from the fire elemental-engulfed house, and zooms off into the umbral sky.
Pack> Jimmy Wilson says "I changed my mind, guys. Don't leave no one alone. That's stupid."
Shadow Eyes growls. ~Shit!~ He tries to see where it's going, using the Heightened Senses from Sarge.
Piddles nods, looking over his shoulder at the conflagration. "Izza fucked up," he comments, hoisting the unconscious Fury over his shoulders firefighter-style. "Which way?"
Edgewalker looks to the sky and sighs. ~What now?~
White-Eye growls, staring at the thing in the sky....and shifts down to glabro.
Pack> Shadow Eyes says "~Sarge is gonna track it...~"
Silver-In-Night nods, waiting for the two to reach across, then steps back into one of the many shadows cast by the fire, his body already bluring. He watches the shadow rise, then curses. ~Shit. I just HAD to piss Aquila off didn't I...~ he glances back. ~Keep going, I'll wait around a little longer, just to make sure.~
Shadow Eyes contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Shadow Eyes sparkles and blurs, shifting into Glabro form.
Jimmy Wilson uses his ragabashly instinct to find the most shadowy escape route for them to take, then points. "Let's get her somewhere that we can get her looked at, huh?"
Elan looks to Silver. ~Going South. Our totem can track it. He can track /anything/.~
Silver-In-Night says, ~How fast?~
Edgewalker says, ~Do we follow? Or is it too far gone?~
White-Eye frowns..and takes out a feather from his pocket, considering it.....
Piddles starts loping painfully in the indicated direction, skin crackling in spots. "Pidza followin' you, boss."
White-Eye contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
White-Eye shifts into Glabro form.
Elan says, ~Sarge will follow, and report. We need to heal Ragedancer, and then we can follow it in strength. Nobody goes alone.~ He looks to Hank as he says this.~
Elan pages all: Er, we'll follow Sarge, that is. Ain't sending him out alone.
Silver-In-Night nods. ~Go take care of it then. Come fetch me when you're ready, or I'll come find you when the fire's out and the place is clear.~
Damon pages all: Sarge isn't going to wait for you.
Elan nods, and looks for a place to shift into the Realm, following Jimmy's instructions of where they are.
Jimmy Wilson pages all: Elan, I meant not to leave behind Silver, not Sarge. I don't wanna get in trouble for making a call like leaving someone alone in a known dangerous area. Sarge is a big boy, and we can hardly control him anyhow. .)
White-Eye pockets the feather again,and moves to follow Elan. He glances at Edgewalker. "You want to stay here with Ed, to back him up?"
Edgewalker says, ~Sure, I can do that.~
Elan nods, and looks for that exit to the Realm.
Elan and White Eye manage to find an older swimming pool in a neighbour's yard to reach through. Moving stealthily, they join Jimmy and Piddles in a narrow alley between houses, where they stand watch over the prone form of the Fury. Sirens begin wailing in the distance.
Edgewalker looks to Ed, ~Well if the head bane is gone, I'm guessing nothing else is crawling out of there...~
Elan kneels down to the unconscious Fury, also looking to Shakes. He lays on his hands to RageDancer, chanelling bluish light over her wounds.
Jimmy Wilson kneels over their fallen comrade. "Where's Ed n' Walker?" he asks. "Thought I said no one stays alone?" Jimmy doesn't look too hot, or perhaps he actually does look "too hot". The aroma of burnt hair and fur surrounds the alley crew.
Elan looks to the man. "They got each other. They ain't alone, man. I don't like not being able to talk to 'em, though. Let me keep her from dying, and we'll go back for 'em."
Silver-In-Night nods to Edgewalker. ~Perhaps. Although I've been surprised by such things before. Never hurts to be sure. We'll give it til the fire goes out and the elementals are gone.~
Edgewalker nods in acquiesence.
Piddles hair is mostly burnt off, and red, blistering weals are starting to rise on his face and arms. A few patches are dark, charred, and crinkling.
Ragedancer stirs slightly, though most of her fur is charred off.
Jimmy Wilson gets slowly to his feet and growls. "I'm gonna go after 'em, then. Don't want none a' th'other tribes sayin' I lost some a' their guys, dig? I'll keep in touch. You guys fix her up, huh?" He jerks a thumb at the downed Fury. "An' make sure ya get some lotion 'r somethin' fer Pids. He don' look so good."
The sound of sirens is coming closer.
Ragedancer contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Ragedancer shifts into Glabro form.
Elan looks to Piddles. "You can get him, Hank?" He looks to Jimmy. "You need anything healed?"
Piddles gestures to the woman. "Pidza bein' okie. Do fer her first, yah?"
Silver-In-Night chuckles softly, a low gutteral sound. ~Don't think we've been introduced. I'm Ed if you hadn't overheard.~
Jimmy Wilson doesn't look in the best of shape. As a matter of fact, he looks like pounded shit. "I'll be alright fer now," he says. "Get these guys moved somewhere, an' healed up. Don' do no good gettin' nabbed fer arson, dudes."
Elan nods and helps the others move off away. "We'll get Ed and Edge, and then go after Sarge?"
Morgan offers little resistance to wherever she's lead. She leans gratefully against Elan, her adrenaline helping to keep her from wincing with every single step.
Jimmy Wilson fehs. "Don' try an' leash Sarge, man. Bet he'll bite yer ass. Now let's get them outta here, huh?" His single eye scans the area for a better place to hide the wounded people and healers so they can do their thing. Somewhere possibly less accessable to the cops than an alleyway.
Elan nods. "Bet it's going to the meat packing plant..."
Piddles protests. "Pidza okie! Pidza comin' with?"
White-Eye nods. "Head flipside? At least long enough t' get outta sight?"
White-Eye moves to help Piddles.
Jimmy Wilson growls. "He is? Fuck." He makes a quick decision. "Get the Furychick healed up 'nuff ta help herself, then we chase. I'll go get th'others now, an' we'll regroup an' start chasin' it down. Cool?" He turns to Hank. "Put out a call on the Chain that we c'n use whatever help we can get, cuz we got somethin' big ta hunt."
White-Eye nods to Jimmy. "Let's get outta the neighborhood first, though? Don't wanna get tossed into jail for burning down a house." He's moving to help Piddles, frowning. "Need to get you healed."
Piddles does allow White-Eye to assist him, but he's impatient with his own debilities.
Jimmy Wilson looks about for anything reflective to reach through. "You do that, an' we'll regroup, Hank."
Elan helps Ragedancer off and away, to a more secure place. Hopefully, with all the watching he and Hank have been doing in the area, he's seen a good palce to lie low and shift.
Silver-In-Night pages all: Ed laughs at White's comment, I'm already a suspected arson.
White-Eye nods to Jimmy, moving to comply.
From afar, to Jimmy Wilson and Piddles, Damon notes that you two still have the effects of the wyrmy gunk to deal with. Give yourselves really really bad nightmares for about 3 or 4 nights.
Jimmy Wilson pages all: I want to go Umbral to get the others now. Maybe after the injured types get healed up, Hank, Elan or Pids can put out a call on the Chain. Maybe get reinforcements?
Long distance to Jimmy Wilson and Damon: Piddles ohyeahs! Pid has been grabbing handfuls of grass and eating them when he can.
Morgan pages all: Morgan's going to lay around looking burnt for the rest of tonight.
Jimmy Wilson pages all: Slacker.
Damon pages all: You won't hear from Sarge for a day or two.
Jimmy Wilson pages all: That slacker. ,)
White-Eye pages all: *chuckle*
Damon pages all: Well, he's a mutt. he's allowed to be a slacker.
Elan pages all: Ah, are we done for the night, then?
Jimmy Wilson pages all: Or are we going after the meat plant?
Elan pages all: I just assumed it was the plant. I don't know what direction it was in.
Damon pages all: You are as far as I'm concerned. Suggest flinging +mail out to whomever you know to recruit them.
Jimmy Wilson pages all: Oh, so Elan's the slacker? ,) We still do have to do something about the plant, prolly. Seems like if just this little house was _this_ bad, we might want to get others involved in the plant. That is, if Damon's planning on running something at the plant, too.
Pack> Elan says "Wew...."
Pack> White-Eye says "Yeah."
Pack> Piddles says "Yeep. Wuzza nerve-rackin', yah?"
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