[Riot] ..It was called "The Moan".
Something secret and vaguely exclusive. Leaked enough to the proper sources so that word would get out to the right audiences and the right 'Attendees'. Invites were hard to come by. Guest Lists even harder but for those with the right minds and the right jobs and the right sort of 'People in Your Pocket/Bed sheets' you had a way of getting there that just had the bouncers waving you in.
There were young girls from high society, wandering in because it was something their parents would never approve of.
There were bohemian children that owned small harems of followers willing to kiss their fingers and call them 'Goddess'.
There were animal freak kids that lorded over the underground roads and lanes filled with graffiti jungles.
...And there were nice girls with cameras and photo studios who were friends with models that knew a guy that knew the place, with a name to offer at the door.
The Moan.
A broad and wide warehouse, with low ceilings and curtains of sheer neon fabric hanging on the outside. From without, a desolate and run down former fabric outlet. From the inside, well, the front door with it's pair of former college linebackers and a line-up to choke a Zemi was the only herald.
...And a brief glimpse as the door opened to let in another small party (Twisting Multi-coloured lights, a thrumming baseline to an industrial rhythm heavy in the hips) is the only one you get. A Tease. A 'Come Get More' glance.
[Katherine Bellamonte] She was wearing a choker embedded with diamonds and laced high around her neck instead of pearls. The choker was made of velvet and beautifully accompanied the royal blue of her dress. It was a low-cut number that struck down her chest in a daring V yet kept everything modestly hidden, the skirt of the gown daringly glimpsed the upper thigh of the Royalist Silver Fang who had been sent an official invitation to the new nightclub -- as befitted her, naturally.
Katherine Bellamonte's hair was lifted from her neck, a few strands temptingly arranged against her nape, her back bare to the waist and her feet encased in high black pumps. She had flashed her invitation at the college bouncers, who seemed more inclined to stare at her cleavage than test her age, or right to be present and the Philodox gifted them with a smile, and a hint of Rage; her pale eyes intimidatingly large in the night as she swept past in a cloud of designer perfume and shimmering jewelry.
[Liadan Whelan] It's Wednesday night, a time when most ordinary citizens are home in bed, resting up for their morning commute.
But not these ladies. With her line of work, Lee has the connections needed to get into nearly anywhere. She works with well known photographers, freelances for big name designers, is on the payroll of a prominent fashion magazine. It's all one giant web. No one knows where the information starts, but eventually word gets to the Fianna kinswoman that The Moan is the place to be.
Lee doesn't go out as much as she did before she came to Chicago. She has no outrageously gay friends in the city to dress her up and drag her out. So, occasionally, when she gets especially bored, she has to go out alone.
Not tonight, however. She called up her new friend, Lonna, asked if she wanted to check out this new club with her. The Child of Gaia stopped first at Lee's studio, where they did the girly thing and played with make-up. Then Lee called a cab. No offense to Lonna's car, but one does not roll up to fashionable places in cars more than five years old.
Lee is dressed to kill. Her long red hair has been styled and pulled up from her face. Her clothes are dark and form fitting. Her thick-heeled pumps bring her height to around 6'2". She pays the cabbie, waits for Lonna, and the two kin make their entrance.
[Sheridan] There's no way in Hell she'd ever get into a place like this.
The woman walking down the street is dressed like some sort of vagrant, like a street person, wearing layers of clothing meant to transport them with her, meant to make up for her lack of storage space, meant to keep her warm during the bitter autumnal nights. She wears four-inch black knee-high boots, a shin-length denim skirt, and a battered gray sweater with the black hem of an A-shirt peeking out the bottom. Her hair is a curly, fluffy mess, framing her head like a blond Caucasian Afro, and her eye makeup is several days old, dark, and smudged.
Other than a hand-rolled cigarette in one hand, she carries nothing with her. She clomps down the sidewalk, and her watery blue eyes lift to regard the warehouse as she passes by.
She smells like she hasn't bathed in days, and doesn't look much cleaner. She also doesn't look like she gives a fuck what people think about her.
[Lonna Larson] It had been awhile since she and Lee had spent any proper time together, and what better way to spend time together than to go out to night clubs with guest lists more exclusive than heaven. Invites to a plce like this were hard to come by- and hard was an easy way to put it. Sometimes, Lonna Larson- the girl with the best of intentions and the most wicked of curves- lucked out. Lee knew people, and happened to know how to get on the guest list.
Lee and called Lonna, and the Child of Gaia had shown up shortly after work. They did girl things. They laughed, they played with makeup, they did their hair, and true to form the blonde chose to go curly. It was natural, easy to deal with, and it suited her.
Coupled with a miniskirt that dared to creep up her thigh and a halter top that covered her assets as a formality, Lonna looked like the kind of girl you'd have the best fantasies about in the worst ways.
Even in heels, though, Liadan Whelan was taller than her. And that was saying something.
[Riot] The Bouncers at the Door are quick to stop some of the Women, if only briefly. Lonna and Lee are stopped by a quick upheld hand, the Bouncer's eyes oddly...stoic in regards to their state of dress and general attactiveness. Firmly stoic, actually. Lee offers a simple password that she ushers into the Bouncer's ear. He leans back afterward and waves her in with a flick of a hand and no more attention then that...
Katherine is made less of fuss over. She walks in like she knows she owns whatever carpet she's on and the Bouncer takes half a step forward, if only to offer a nod at the flicker of a piece of paper that was an invitation (though probably could have just been a Doctor's note for all the attention paid) and then the door is pressed open for her to wander through and in...
Sheridan...?
"Dahling!"
She is small. Petite. The sort of tiny you could crush between your fingers, but wouldn't dare because of the voice that erupts from between plush lips and over cleavage you could smother a litter in. The dress is black latex and hugs curves enough to force her to take the tiniest of steps, which isn't absolutely necessary given the black tight clothed art boys that surround her in the droves. She stops, they stop. She laughs, they laugh. Nevermind that each and everyone of them is a good two feet higher then she is at least.
"You are Marvelous!" The accent is somewhere between Imperial Russian and Austrian Arrogance, one gloved hand clutching a Cigarette holder with a black cigarello at the tip that is almost burned clean through.
She is mostly make-up and cute chinadoll in the face, smiling gloriously up at Sheridan with an attitude that screams "You will never say no to me". She is beside the Gnawer before Sheridan has a chance to look away from the Club, grabbing her sleeve and pointing at the Club almost insistently.
"You must come to Ze Moan vith Me, I insist! All Ze shtupid Amerikan 'hores!" She spits the last word at the line of barbies waiting outside of the Double Door entrance before turning back to Sheridan.
"...You are Fresh! And new! And Davia must 'ave you-Come!" And she is marching, the horde of Black swathed gentleman fawning and waving in mimicry at Sheridan as 'Davia' goes marching toward the doors, a path cut infront of her tiny frame.
[Alexander] "Hey," Alexander calls from somewhere waaay back in the entrance line, "I'm fresh and new. Can I get in?"
[Riot] David freezes and turns to glare molten metal and nitrogen. The crowd blanches almost as one.
"Who Dares to Speak to David?!"
[Riot] (Davia^)
[Warcry] Sinclair kicks Alex's shoe when he pipes up. She's not dressed in a miniskirt and a halter top. Her boots go halfway up her calves but they don't have heels made for anything but breaking someone's face in. There's steel in the toes, but shh. She's in jeans, because goddammit she's cold in this fucking lake town. They're dark of wash but have a hole in the left thigh where something grabbed a hold of her as she passed it and tore through the denim. She's in a Ramones t-shirt that hangs off of her, nearly baring one shoulder and draping around her lean hips. Her hair's in a ponytail, but it's all falling down.
There is a foot-wide gap around where she stands. That's unheard of in a line like this. Nobody wants to risk brushing up against her, and it's worse now that the asshole she's standing beside is pissing off the muckamucks.
She doesn't shush him. She apparently kicks him solely for her own satisfaction.
[Alexander] "Who the fuck is Davia? Is that like... tranny for David?"
And there he is, in the flesh, Alexander Vaughn: compact, athletic, still tanned despite Chicago's inexorable slide into winter, way underdressed for this sort of venue in old sneakers and jeans and a rather ugly red sleeveless-tee that reads
I fucked your sister and she liked it
on the front and
your mama too
on the back in neat black text. "My god," he adds, "you are one fugly bitch. They'd eat you alive down in Miami." And then he grins, big, white, shit-eating.
[Sheridan] One moment she was minding her own business, smoking the ever loving fuck out of the first cigarette she's had all night, and the next there's some short Kewpie doll woman tugging at the time-fuzzied sleeve of her sweater and insisting that she come to Ze Moan with her. The scowl that comes across the statuesque woman's face could freeze water, but it doesn't seem to have much affect on the woman.
Some jackass hollers from the back of the line, incurring the wrath of Davia, and a crowing, husky laugh leaves the tall blonde's throat. What's stopping her from just walking away, though, is the fact that no sane human being ever wants anything to do with her. She feels too much like a fight waiting to happen, an eruption waiting to occur. She feels like war, and yet this woman is in her space.
The blonde takes a drag off of her cigarette, and looks toward the back of the line to see who dares to speak to Davia. She doesn't appear to be in too much of a hurry to go anywhere.
[Riot] ...All at once, the Bohemian 'Goddess' notices who is speaking and her features instantly change to regard Alex, eyes roving generously across his...cutting shape. Her grin is sly and full of teeth. If she pays Alex's words any mind there is no recognition of it.
"Mmmmm, young and muscle. Cute little bushka..." A sigh "...with touch of Sadness too" She pouts suddenly "...Yes, I like you, you may come-"
One of the bouncer's clears his throat, mouth opening. Davia turns on him with those same eyes, the chinadoll turned Titan. The Bouncer chokes and steps back again.
Davia flicks her hand at the door and six of the black clothed young men rush to open them both for her entrance. Her head snaps high and a hand rises to motion the train forward, which suddenly includes Sheridan, Sinclair and Alex.
All about knowing the right people apparently.
[Sheridan] [I think AIM just committed suicide.]
[Katherine Bellamonte] (seriously, what was THAT?)
[Lonna Larson] (nope, seppuku. It was the only honorable thing to do.)
[Riot] ...The Moan
It is all dangling threats and steam punk.
Metal wreathes the floors and walls, spheres and jutting protrusions upon which to lean or push up against or between, the darkness cradling sharp and jagged slashes of multi-coloured lights that spread out over top of the crowd and bounce off the dull gleam of the metal surfaces.
From the ceilings, dangle and hang broad 'Alien' entrapment devices, chains rattling and bouncing slightly under the pressure of the Baseline.
The Bars are tucked away in the corners, like dugouts in a baseball pit, leaving the main floor of the once Warehouse, open and spread out in all directions. Most of the Floor is eaten up by the Herd: Dancing. Writhing. Grinding. The industrial thrum in the air is powerful and digs into the hips and the spine, prompting thrusts and gyrations. No one here was a Dancer. Everything seemed like a Fuck waiting to happen.
Small circles and holes in the crowd were visible from the entrance, containing the entourage of someone important: a buxom goddess tended to by sycophantic friends and would-be suitors. Power suit wearing gentleman with scantily clad and glassy eyed gigglers sitting in their laps or hanging on their arms. Bondage clad performers twisting and writing inches close to one another in a corner mercifully dark enough to hide where their hands are going and have been.
The three broad steps leading down to the floor are the only high vantage point before the teeming surf of bodies rushes up to embrace You...
[Warcry] [WHAT THE ASSMUNCH. ...is it bad that I feel better that it isn't just me?]
[Sheridan] [It just came back on for me.]
[Liadan Whelan] [same here]
[Alexander] "Man, I was hoping her head would spin around and spit pea soup," Alex says out the corner of his mouth to Sinclair. "Could've sold that to the tabloid mags -- "
and then he's getting dragged along, and they're inside, and Alex shuts up because he looks up at the, ahem, furnishings; looks around at the clientele.
"What the fuck, I didn't sign up for an S&M club."
[Warcry] "Mother of fuck," Sinclair says flatly, but even her voice -- made for projecting across a football field or gymnasium or caern or battlefield -- is being swallowed by the noise in here.
Her pale eyes scan the throng though, and something flickers in response. She can't hide anything, this one. It's lust. Of some form or another.
"Yes you did," she argues.
[Sheridan] One last parting kiss between the unwashed woman and her cigarette, and she tosses the roach onto the pavement, stomping it out beneath the toe of one boot before she clomps into the establishment after Davia. A glance is cast to the couple wearing t-shirts in 50-degree weather, and she's hit in the face with the heat of dozens upon dozens of writhing, sweaty bodies all crammed into one small space.
She walks along behind the smaller woman without interacting with the two other chosen ones. A swell of Rage rolls off her form in response to what she's seeing, though it's hard to tell if that's because it's making her want to join in or because she's feeling caged in.
She looks like the sort of woman who enjoys her space.
[Katherine Bellamonte] "Ugh," a voice nearby to Alexander says in a tone fueled by clear annoyance. "Are they letting everyone in, now?"
It's Katherine, situated near to the bar with a cocktail in hand.
[Liadan Whelan] This is...not quite what Lee had been expecting. This place seems to be mixing its genres. Heavy industrial punk music mixed with steam punk mixed with bondage in the corners.
From her relatively elevated vantage point, Lee sees over the heads of a good majority of the club's patrons. And yet, she's not looking in the direction of the group gathered around tiny little Davia. She doesn't see Alex or the three blonde women. Instead she's taking Lonna by the arm and leaning in close to shout/whisper into her ear.
"You wanna dance?"
[Alexander] "No I -- " Alex thinks about. "Well, if you're going to tie me up, at least hang off my shoulder and rub up on me so it looks like I've got a fine bitch on my arm."
And then he spies Katherine. "KATHERINE." He makes a beeline for her, clearly intending to grab her by the ears and plant a big wet kiss on each cheek. "ZDRAVSTVUJ!"
[Lonna Larson] There was a way that music was felt. More in her spine or her hips or her muscles than in her ears. It was something more felt than heard, and experienced more than heard. She looked over at Lee for the time being. She didn't see the others just yet. Then again, they would have blended in with Lonna. She didn't know them.
"Yeah, sure!" she yells/whispers back. With that, the Child of Gaia took Lee by the arm (if permitted, of course) and headed off to the dance floor.
[Warcry] "I don't need to --"
KATHERINE.
"Mother of fuck," she mutters again, as Alex spins off in near-manic glee towards the Silver Fang. She shakes her head and looks around, spotting a curly-headed blonde she hasn't met before. Her brows pull together slightly. For now, Sinclair drifts into the crowd, but she keeps her eyes open for the dirty woman 'Davia' is so interested in.
[Katherine Bellamonte] She stiffens, the slinky material comprising her dress shimmering beneath the lightening. She turns her haughty nose in the approaching cretin's direction and holds her glass out, a chain loosely strung on one wrist glimmering, it looked to be a matching set to her diamond choker.
"Touch me and perish, comprenez-moi?"
She announces with a withering stare, and then regards his T-shirt. Her pale eyes flick to his face. "Charming."
[Liadan Whelan] Lee allows herself to be lead out onto the floor, which is, well, mostly everywhere. Bodies are pressed tightly together, forcing the two kinswomen to dance perhaps closer than they might have wished. Lee doesn't care about the closeness, the contact with strangers. It all washes over her, because there's no way she's actually pulling off this outfit. No way she should really be here.
And yet she is. So she may as well try and enjoy herself.
[Riot] ...The Industrial thrum of the air is vibrant, if mechanical and fierce. It drags at the nerve endings and pushes the Gyration to it's hardest. The rub and the clutch and the 'give me more'. It is there in the air as the bodies of Gaia intermingle with the lusts of the Sheep and soon enough it is difficult to tell where Gaia is...
...With all the Wyld that suddenly begins to choke the arteries and force deep breaths to become the norm. Sweat intermingles, but it isn't the disgust of it. It is the scent and the smells. In the nostrils and the system, pulling and tugging people forward. There are those in hundreds dollar dresses and suits, tearing one another apart with bared teeth and flicking tongues-
-The Music shifts-
A low droning hum of sound, like the flat rumble of a passing dumptruck plays for a solid seven heartbeats before scratching briefly and warbling into something similar but different. The metal slash of knives and steel cans being dented is removed and the hands of the DJ mold and melt the baseline from something industrial to something Tribal. A Jungle surges across the walls as the lights go from hard greys and ocean blues, to rich verdant greens and growling browns. Hips are drawn in circles and snaps and the hands and arms of young women swirl and curve around the shoulders and necks of lucky young men
A Mixture of crowds indeed.
David is shuffling her way around the crowd, batting her cigarette holder toward groups of people who are ushered and shoved out of the way by eager Lackeys. Her attention seems to have all but forgotten Sinclair, Alex and Sheridan as she pushes her way through and is swallowed up as the Beast that is the Herd, reforms back into her wake a moment later.
The Metal is shining beneath the lights, turned from it's hard grays and dusty gunmetals, into reflected boulders and swaying trees. The landscape above is a canopy of swaying limbs and chainlink vines, cradling the eyes of Jungle dwellers, watching the Orgy of movement below. The air grows thick with the heat and musk of a hundred minds, shutting down to the Animal
...The Bar continues to stock and re-stock more and more, cups of water going out nearly as quick as cups of Alcohol.
(Everyone gimme a WP Roll. Diff 7. Diff 8 for anyone who's got a Drink)
[Sheridan] [WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Warcry] [WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 6, 7, 8 (Failure at target 7)
[Katherine Bellamonte]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 6, 6, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Liadan Whelan] [WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 7)
[Alexander] "Aww, for me?" Alexander presses his hands to his chest in grossly exaggerated gratitude. Then he grabs Katherine's drink, gulps.
"Yeah, I thought so." His shirt. "Care to introduce me to your mother? I've already met your sister." And, totally uninvited, he sits down next to Katherine, points at Sinclair. "Have you guys met?" And he takes another hearty swallow of Katherine's drink, finishing it.
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Lonna Larson] (willpower!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Alexander] (there goes AIM again.)
[Riot] The Music shifts and something flickers beneath the heart.
Digs lower and into the stomach.
Flicks the hairs and flesh a half centimetre below the waistline.
Something says Dance, though the mind continues to think.
Something says Move, because the others already are and you're not.
Something wants out that you're keeping in. Barely, but restraining.
There's sweat on your Brow, Alex.
There's a blush in your Cheeks, Lonna.
There's a blood drum in your ears, Sheridan.
to Alexander, Lonna Larson, Sheridan
[Lonna Larson] The blonde stops for a second, and if she moves it's because she wants to. It feels like a compulsion, something pulling at her mind and her heart and her reason and telling her that she needs to dance. That she needs to move, to experience that beat and the rhythm and the swells and tempo changes.
She feels her cheeks flush, and it does nothing but make her look radiant. She is restraining, but barely. She wonders, briefly, if that feeling in her stomach and wonders how much of this want and desire is her and how much is something else. Lonna's a smart girl, but alas, she doesn't know to think that far ahead. So, she shakes her head and tries to force the blush off her cheeks as she moves with Lee.
[Sheridan] There's something in the music, maybe, or something in the air, or something in the thrum of bodies... something calling her to move, to join the throngs, but this is not her scene. This is not her people, this is not her crowd, yet the tall blonde, dressed for movement and not for dancing, feels a drumming in her ears, a hammering in her chest, and she doesn't know whether to throw herself into the crowd or just stay where she is and give herself up to the music.
She does neither. She gives a sharp shake of her curly head, and stands up straighter, craning her neck to peer into the crowd to see where the hell Davia went.
[Alertness+Perception, -2 pool.]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Katherine Bellamonte] Her drink is something bitter, something quite citrusy, filled with lime. She scowls when the idiot grabs it with his oafish paws and gulps it down and folds her hands inward over her lip, one leg daintily crossed at the knee and her attention seemingly focused on the writhing mass of bodies before them.
Care to introduce me to your mother?
"Wither and die." She responds with idly, and feels the slight jostle as he seats himself beside her. She turns her head, her gaze narrowing, red lips compressing into a thin line of displeasure. "Are you lost... you--" She pauses mid-sentence and her attention appears to wander, her expression smoothing almost to one of dreamy pleasure.
The lights seem brighter suddenly, her muscles aching with the desire to move, to dance. She gets to her feet, and starts to wander into the mass of bodies.
[Warcry] Has Katherine met Sinclair?
Well, Katherine saw Sinclair beat the ever loving shit out of Electronic Jedi for eldership of the Glass Walkers some time ago. She's probably heard the rumors of the Galliard getting herself Wyrmtainted. How embarrassing. She may hve been around when Marrick whipped around on the Equinox and tore her apart. But she and Katherine haven't had any special bonding time. And if Kate looks at the blonde with the multiple piercings in her ears (and elsewhere), she'll get an even more interesting picture of the Galliard.
Because the Galliard is drifting through the crowd and touching people -- who flinch away from her. She buries her nose in the neck of a woman and inhales her scent. The woman screams and jumps away. Sinclair keeps moving. Her long fingers run over the shoulders and up the back of the neck and through the carefully styled hair of a man whose sweat suddenly turns cold.
Her jaw is tight for a moment. They can't hear her, but Sinclair is snarling. And biting someone in the shoulder. Her eyes roll back slightly with enjoyment.
[Liadan Whelan] Lee's eyes are closed. Her arms are raised above her head and she's moving to the music.
Not the way that Lonna is. Lonna's getting lost in it. Lee is still very much in control of herself, of her senses. She moves like a woman who knows her body, and more importantly, how to move it to draw the eye. She's tall, a statuesque goddess with a fabulous body wrapped in blues and blacks. And if she really thought that about herself, she could have anything she wanted.
[Sheridan] If she wants to find the woman who shuffled her in here to begin with, she's going to have to go into that writhing crowd of bodies and pick her way through leather and flesh and sweat and she can barely hear the music over the pounding in her ears, over the swelling in her chest, but she hasn't been completely taken over yet and she's keeping whatever carnal urges she has just enough at bay that she isn't giving into them just yet.
Not like the t-shirt wearing blonde with all the piercings in her ears, but the stranger isn't locked onto the group she came in with. She's got her sights on the Kewpie doll's entourage, and with a steeling breath that inflates her rather flat chest, she pushes into the crowd.
And when her hand accidentally brushes over the backside of a dancing woman, she doesn't jerk away. She doesn't push a gyrating young man off of her leg when he jumps in to dance. She lingers a bit too long when she bumps into an androgynous dancer.
"Fuck," she mutters, and keeps moving.
[Alexander] And all of a sudden all the ladies clear out.
Alexander watches them go, half-puzzled. Not that he's a stranger to women upping and leaving, but -- something about that was odd.
And it's hot in here. And there's sweat on his brow. And he shrugs his shoulder up to wipe it, and then -- not so much coming to a decision as just doing it -- follows Katherine onto the dance floor.
Where Sinclair is savaging a man. Where Davia can no longer be clearly seen.
[Riot] The Air begins to charge, something hanging over the Crowd as bodies respond with aggression...
...Here, a Man lunges forward, pushing a woman against a wall, their hands vanishing between two jerking bodies, their teeth snapping at each other's lower lips...
...There, the succubi horde of miniskirts and flashing hands, lovingly stroking down the shoulders and form of a tall bulky fellow, striping away jacket and shirt much to his delight and growing nervousness as masculinity takes a backseat to the crowd's dominance...
...Here, a feral blonde wraps hands 'round the chin and chest of a man, blinding him with an errant thumb, her teeth in his flesh, tasting Lusts and Need on tongue and tip...
...There, a Redhead and a Blonde close but inches still apart, adrift and buffered by a gathering circle of young men and women, eyes drawn inward, the vortex of attention...
The Crowd is growing inattentive. Wandering eyes back and forth amid the shroud of Heat in the air. The Tides of flesh brush up against the walls and draw back out again, crushing into the centre and surging back to the outer borders. The Swell and Billows of a heartbeat. Movement...Movement...Movement.
(Another WP Roll Folks. Diff 8 all around)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (WP)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 7, 9, 10 (Failure at target 8)
[Sheridan] [WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Lonna Larson] (willpower?)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4 (Botch x 1 at target 8)
[Alexander]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 8)
[Liadan Whelan] [WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Warcry] [WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Sheridan] [Alertness+Perception, -1 pool]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 2, 3 (Failure at target 7)
[Warcry] [Perception + Alertness]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Liadan Whelan] [percept + alert]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8) Re-rolls: 1
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Per + Alert)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 5, 6, 10 (Failure at target 8)
[Alexander]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Riot] The Air is hot. Muggy. Sweaty. It doesn't stink yet, that'll come after.
The bodies are pressed in tight and you...can think. Freely. Watching. Looking around and eyeing the crowd for the first time in...how long? How did you, get...here?
Amid the bodies you spy the occasional familiar face. Brief glimpses of Blonde or Red hair or...
...In several places amid the bodies, a dark patch. Like light removed and yet the blaze of the greens and browns above your head and...that...shouldn't be...possible?
There was one nearby...Dark and Blank in the middle of all that Lust...Just a few feet of pushing through the crowd...
to Alexander
[Liadan Whelan] The air is thickening, getting harder to breathe. Lee opens her eyes, stares at the mass of gyrating, moving bodies, grinding more than dancing. She and Lonna are still close together, in a tiny pocket of free space, but the press is getting thicker.
It feels like some idiot, in an attempt to compensate for the cooler temperatures outside, decided to crank the heat up to max. Sweat gathers at her temples, trickles down her cheeks and throat. She can feel it inside her top, trickling between her breasts. Meanwhile the people are still moving closer, then back, closer, then back, like a sea of flesh and leather and sweat.
Lee takes Lonna's arm when she sees something. And then it's gone. Lee tugs the Gaian kin close, shouts to be heard over the throng.
"We should get off the floor." She doesn't wait for Lonna to respond, but drags her friend in the direction of one of the bars.
[Lonna Larson] There is no thought.
This is what ecstasy feels like. Not the drug, but the concept. The feeling, the fact there there were people there, and it was more than being herself, it was being part of a collective. A sensation. Greater than any high, more powerful than so many of the emotions and sensations and memories she has held before.
It feels good. So. Damned. Good. And she doesn't care who's behind her, she doesn't care what bodies are pressing into hers and she doesn't care that nearly dozens of hands are gripping and grasping and caressing and her knees feel weak and her head is swimming-
thought was pointless, anyway. Nothing compared to this. Not nostalgia. This didn't taste like amaretto and it didn't call her baby or doll or have some southern drawl or-
But someone did grab a hip, and her knees went weak, and someone did stand so close she could practically taste them.
None of these people would growl or whisper or purr her name with intent.
And, for the first time, Lonna didn't quite care about that. Or remember that she should care. It just felt so. Fucking. Good.
[Lonna Larson] (eek! Gotta revise, one moment!)
[Lonna Larson] (addendum!)
Except... Except Lee grabs her arm, and she is tugging her friend towards the bar. And Lonna, for her part, seems content to try and dig her heels in. She doesn't seem too content to go anywhere, and she's difficult to move, but she isn't that difficult to move. Lonna doesn't have the internal fortitude to put up that big of a fight.
[Sheridan] Her body is reacting to the music, to the potential swelling around her, and she's sweating in her tights and her sweater, salt water is running down her face and her sides and she's not dressed for this, she's not wanting this, but the heat is reaching for her, clinging to her, as she jostles her way through the captive crowd.
There is no one following her, no one here who she knows, no one here who she can try to talk to to get a sense of what's going on. She's a lone wolf in a sea of thirsty humans, does not know she has an auspicemate within the swell of humanity, but she is not willing to abandon her sensibilities and give herself into the dance just yet.
She keeps pushing forward. Even her Rage is failing to reach these people like the music is.
[Brawl+Strength: MOOOOOVE.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 4, 5, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 7)
[Sheridan] [Soak :( ]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Riot] (Uh Oh)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 4)
[Liadan Whelan] [str + brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 6 (Botch x 1 at target 7)
[Liadan Whelan] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Riot]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 4)
[Lonna Larson] (this is the saddest thing ever...)
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 7 (Success x 1 at target 8) [WP]
[Katherine Bellamonte] She is pressed in between bodies, and a hand closes on her hip, grasps a fistful of her lovely dress and half-drags it upward in the desire to slide over her bare skin, fingertips trace a pattern and the Silver Fang shudders, her mood as volatile as her body seemed at present -- instinctive reaction seemed to be what guided her as she pushed inside the mass further.
There was a man, or it felt like a man, casting his breath against her neck in preparation to bite down and the woman's pale eyes found his face in the heavy darkness and snarled, red lips pulling back in a snarl.
Instinctual.
She pressed against the tide of bodies, her skin prickling with sweat beneath the lights.
[Katherine Bellamonte] (not failing or botching would be NICE.)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 7)
[Alexander] Alexander has left the bar far, far behind. The crowd has all but opened and sucked him in to its gyrating, writhing, waiting arms, and he was all but too happy to let it pull him in. Pull him under. Close over his head.
Good in here... the airless darkness between bodies.
And then -- all at once the glass walker kinsman stops where he is. Stops in his tracks. Looks around like a man waking from a dream, startled, blinking. He rubs an eye. He catches sight of a familiar face here, there -- was that Liadan? Dragging some blonde out of the crowd. Good for her. Wait, no.
"Liadan." He cups his hands to his mouth, shouts as loudly as he can, a whipcrack of sound. "Hey. Liadan!"
-- and then someone bumps him from behind. Jostles him. He turns around, wheels like an animal at bay, aggression bolting to the surface ... it's Sinclair. He grabs her by the wrist the way he had once in Grant Park, for a wholly different reason.
"Look." He points over his head. It's not certain she'll even see what he sees. "Look, do you see that? What the fuck is that?"
[Warcry] The music wants her to stay. The heat wants her to stay. Sinclair wants to stay. And she knows, tickling in the back of her mind, that anything that makes her mind this fuzzy can't be good. She sees a shadow but this is a nightclub: a passing shadow means little to nothing to her. Sinclair likes the darkness. She likes the savagery of the herd, the primitive familiarity of it. She understands this.
To a point.
She is shuffled back to one side and about to lunge for whoever shoved her when a hand clamps on her wrist. She wrenches her arm free with roughly as much effort as batting away a fly and then starts to reach for him, her left hand wrapping around the fabric at his right shoulder. Look, he says, and she growls at him.
Look, he says again, and she glares in the direction he's pointing. Her head tips. "Hey, it's a black hole." Sinclair turns back to him. "You like getting sucked in, don't you?"
[Liadan Whelan] Lee doesn't see or hear Alex shouting for her across the crowd. She is intent on getting herself and her friend out of the press of bodies. However, she's only taken a step or two when she stumbles. Is pulled forward. Her hand is yanked from Lonna's, and she loses the blonde briefly.
When next she sees the Gaian, Lee is held fast in someone's grip. She can't see him, with her head twisted away, but she feels it. Hot breath on her exposed neck and shoulder. The piercing, stabbing pain as fangs sink in. Lee cries out in agony, and tries to break free.
[Riot] Warcry, Sheridan and Alex
Sinclair and Alex stand and point, leaping and jumping together as the bodies surge and push around them and yet even as Sinclair turns to offer a witty rejoinder to the G-dub kin, the bodies part sharply and reveal the image before them.
A Triplet of Davia's Entourage, pale, mascara wearing, black clothed entouragers are bowed or behind, grasping and subduing the limbs and body of the Young Miss Sheridan...their mouths are split into three separate parts, connected by membranes, lampry like teeth digging into the flesh at neck, forearm and thigh. Three of them, feeding freely on the blood that leaps from the Woman...
(3 Lethal to Sheridan)
to Alexander, Sheridan, Warcry
[Liadan Whelan] [Dex 3 + Wits 3 -1 for hurty pain: 5]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Lonna Larson] The sound is one of shock. She tuns in time to see something- someone- something clamp on to Lee. The blonde's eyes widen and she feels her stomach turn. The music doesn't quite matter, not at the moment. There was blood on her senses, and that her friend was shrieking in pain and-
"Lee!" it is concern. More than concern, and while she has the opportunity to run, she doesn't leave her friend behind, and she goes to try and pry that thing off of the Fianna.
[Riot] (Feeders (Collective Init): 6 +...)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Lonna Larson] (dex3+wits2= 5+1d10)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Warcry] [+8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Sheridan] [Rage check.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 6, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Katherine Bellamonte] The Silver Fang's reaction is instantaneous.
She sees the two silver-clad figures digging into the humans and with a great snarl of Rage, she shifts forms, fur sprouting to replace the once-pristine dress.
[Alexander] Alex stares Sinclair a single, half-disgusted stare.
"It's not a --" he starts to argue, perhaps about to explain to her just why she'd never be able to see a naked black hole and why, if there was one on this dance floor, they'd all be spaghettified and dead and --
-- and he sees what's going on in there.
"Oh my fucking god." And then Katherine shifts and the crowd is panicking and Alexander ... well, Alexander starts looking for a weapon.
(+7!)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Warcry] "Whatever, you can't do basic math while drunk," she says, bristling, and unclenches her hand from his shirt. To slide it under the 'sleeve', such as it is. But he's swearing. She's distracted. Sinclair is a bright girl in general, just... not all that great at focusing on anything right now beyond the immediate, the tangible, and the physical.
Til she feels a wave of Rage. Til she smells blood amidst all the sweat. Til she looks up again and suddenly something more instinctive than what took over when she entered this club surges to the fore. Sinclair is in hispo on the dancefloor in a split second. She already has her weapons.
[Sheridan] Oh, hell no.
The stranger had been in the midst of pushing her way through the crowd, fighting off those baser instincts and setting aside her desire, her yearning, her near-need to join the bodies, when some freak of nature lamprey tooth creature latch onto her in three different places and she ought to have the common sense and the wits about her not to give herself up to her inner monster, but her Rage rears its head so fast and furious and her desire to destroy whatever it is that just took chunks out of her flesh flares up hot and fast, and before she knows what's going on, before likely anyone in this crowd knows what's going on, the tall curly-haired blond is unfurling into a nine-foot-tall, tawny-furred war machine, all claws and teeth and furious anger preparing to tear through whatever it is that just hurt her.
And anything else that gets in her goddamn way.
[Lonna Larson] (str+brawl, diff 6!)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Sheridan] [Brawl+Strength (+4)]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Liadan Whelan] [str + brawl, -1 for hurty pain]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Strength + Brawl)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Warcry] [Str + Hispo + Twister + Brawl + Waxing Gibbous Moon]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Alexander] (str+brawl)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Riot] The Moan suddenly goes Ballistic:
Crinos Bodies pop up in Two separate locations.
A Hispo is not far behind.
Three kin go scrambling, trying to do something out of desperation and adrenaline.
And The Crowd does what a Crowd does best.
The Stampede is vicious. Bodies tumble and human life is suddenly measured by breaking bones and screaming. The Doors are knocked off tgheir hinges in both directions as near naked bodies go tumbling out into the night in stark, raving horror. That most of the club goers Wills were eroded to little and nothing whilst on the dancefloor, is a small silver lining for the Delirium's effects. Nevertheless, the Gaians seem to weather the storm with Comfortable aplomb.
...Until all that is left, is the presence of dozens of bodies littering the ground. Many are not moving. Some are dazed and broken. Others are bloodied and screaming for help. Others yet are in pieces.
The Crinos and The Hispo forms of Walks the Tracks and Warcry are within a good ten yards of one another, while Alex is a little ways behind Warcry herself, his hand wrapped 'round the dropped keys of some young man driving a Audi, the metal prongs jutting from between his fingers. It had been the first object in his hand.
Lee and Lonna are on their knees as well, the former bleeding copiously from her neck wounds, though adrenaline is screaming through their limbs enough for Lee not to notice just yet.
...And huddled close to the couches and chairs of a small section in the back of the Club, undisturbed by anything, there are a dozen young men with pale complexions and hideously deformed mouths staring at them. Behind them, sits the little Chinadoll, Davia, a new black cigarello tucked in her Lighter holder, eyes regarding the Gaians with pursed and puckered lips.
"Vat, Dahlings? You ver espectin' a cheap time?" a Flip of a tiny gloved hand at them "...I gave you von."
She waves again.
"Boys?"
(Inits!)
[Riot] (Feeders Collective: 6 +...)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Warcry] [+11]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Riot] (Davia: 7 +...)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Liadan Whelan] [+5]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Init +8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Lonna Larson] (5+1d10)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Sheridan] [+7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Alexander] (+7!)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2 (Failure at target 6)
[Riot] (Posting order:
Davia: 17
Warcry: 14
Katherine: 11
Lee: 11
Sheridan: 9
Feeders: 9
Alex: 9
Lonna: 9
Declare Reverse please!)
[Lonna Larson] (action: try and pull Lee away from that Feeder thingie!)
[Alexander] (Unless someone is immediately within striking range, Alexander will take a round bundling some abandoned glasses -- the more and the heavier, the better -- together into someone's left-behind jacket (the thinner, the better) to make a makeshift flail. He'll hold onto 'his' keys too.)
[Riot] (Feeders:
4 Break-off and Rush Sheridan. Grapple from all.
3 Rush Sinclair. Grapple from all.
3 Rush Kate. Grapple from all
2 try to flit between the Garou to rush the Kinfolk behind them.)
[Sheridan] [Split Action: Attack/Attack! Rage 1: Attack! Rage 2: Attack some more!]
[Liadan Whelan] [Lee rises to her feet, bracing herself. She reaches down, grabs either side of her skirt along the hem, and rips it clear up to her hip. So much for quality.
action: kick a Feeder + WP]
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Declare:
Activating Resist Pain
1a. Bite one of the Pale Dudes
b. Claw 'im
Rage: Bite again!]
[Riot] (Action 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10
[Warcry] [1a: Activate soak talen (-1 Gnosis)
1b: Blind 1 Feeder
Rage: Bite another Feeder
Rage: Bite the third Feeder]
[Warcry] [FUCK.
1a: Blind 1 Feeder
1b: Okay now BITE IT
Rage: Bite another feeder
Rage: Bite the third feeder]
[Riot] Davia:
(Command Power: "Everything iz Pleasure Dahling!")
[Riot] (Davia: Command Power: Charisma 4 (Commanding + Expression 3)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Riot] (All Feeders are now immune to Pain)
[Warcry] [1a: Blinding. Dex + Brawl -2, +2 diff]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8 (Failure at target 8)
[Warcry] [1b: Bite! Dex + Brawl -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 5, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2
[Warcry] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (1a. Bite one of those Feeder dudes )
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Damage!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Claw 'im now!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Liadan Whelan] [kick!: dex + brawl -1 for hurty pain +WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 6 (Failure at target 6) [WP]
[Sheridan] [First Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Rawr! -2 pool (split action).]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Sheridan] [Damage: Strength +4 (Crinos) +1 (bite) +3 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Sheridan] [Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Rawr! -3 pool (split action).]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Sheridan] [Damage: Strength +4 (Crinos) +1 (bite) +2 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Riot] (Feeder Grapple. Sheridan)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 5, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Riot] (Feeder's on Sinclair)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Riot]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Lonna Larson] (Lonna: action change! Hit the thing that is holding Lee with the heel of her shoe)
[Lonna Larson] (dex+melee, diff 6)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]
[Lonna Larson] (Die!)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Riot] The Feeders rush, mouths spreading wide at the whim of their Mistress, who's words bring odd sucking sounds of pleasure ripping from those hideously deformed throats.
One of the Feeders falls under the slashing claws and snapping jaws of Walks~the~Tracks, her movements and snapping blind with Rage.
The Others lunge forward, one bitten near clean through the mid-section by the Hispo Galliard, while another is cut similarly by Kate's claws.
Sinclair and Sheridan are soon smothered under the weight of the slim bodies, crawling across backs and flanks, avoiding the limbs and head like any good parasite.
Kate is lucky and manages to fend off two of the attackers who circle, hissing and spitting infront of her. A third manages to scale up on her back though.
Lee and Lonna both take quick shots at one of the creature's lunging for them, though the blows fail to find their marks. Mouths gape wide, hungry.
...And somewhere nearby, Alex scrambles, the tinkle of glass, crunching inside a black once-gown, keys jangling inside his fist. Ready for war.
(Declares)
[Warcry] [Rage Bite. Dex + Brawl -2]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Warcry] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Warcry] [Second Rage Bite. Dex + Brawl -2]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Warcry] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Rage Action: Bite!)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Sheridan] [Rage Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Rawr! -2 pool (fuckers).]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Sheridan] [Damage: Strength +4 (Crinos) +1 (bite) +1 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 5, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Sheridan] [Rage Action: Rawr! -2 pool (fuckers).]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 3, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Sheridan] [Damage: Strength +4 (Crinos) +1 (bite) +1 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Lonna Larson] (declare: hit the feeder again! You still have a shoe!)
[Alexander] (splitting: 3 swings of the makeshift flail! hitting one of sinclair's or one of sheridan's, whoever's is closest. also going for the most wounded ones first.)
[Riot] (Feeders on Sinclair: Bite
Feeders on Sheridan: Bite
Feeder on Kate: Bite. Feeders milling around Kate: Grapple
Feeder on Lee: Grapple.
Feeder on Lonna: Grapple)
[Sheridan] [Split Action: Attack/Attack! Rage 1: Attack! Rage 2: Attack some more!]
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Declare!
Action 1: Bite at the Leech stuck on me like glue
Action 2: Bite the bastard again, or whoever is closest
Rage:
1. Bite
2. Bite]
[Liadan Whelan] [Grapple Feeder + WP]
[Warcry] [1a: Bite feeder
1b: Bite another feeder (WP)
Rage: Bite third feeder]
[Riot] (Davia:
Command Power: "To Ze Bone, Dahlings! To Ze Bone!")
[Riot] (Command Power: Charisma (Commanding) 4 + Exp 3)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Warcry] [1a: Dex + Brawl -2(Grappled), -2(split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2
[Warcry] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)
[Warcry] [1b: Dex + Brawl -2 (Grappled) -3 (Split)]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 6, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5) [WP] Re-rolls: 2
[Warcry] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Bite Leech on me! Dex + Brawl -2 (Grap) -2 Split Action)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 4, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 3 at target 5)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Damage!)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 4, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Humph. Second Bite -3 split)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Damage!)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 4, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Liadan Whelan] [Grapple! dex + brawl -1]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]
[Sheridan] [First Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Bite! -4 pool (split/fuckers).]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Sheridan] [Damage: Strength +4 (Crinos) +1 (bite) +3 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 4, 6, 6, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Sheridan] [Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Bite! -5 pool (split/fuckers).]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 4, 10 (Failure at target 5)
[Riot] (Feeder bite: Sinclair. -1 diff for grapple flank attack)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 7, 7 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Riot] (Damage: Str 3 + 2 Bite)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 5, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Warcry] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 5, 7, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Riot] (Feeder's on Sheridan. - 1 Diff for Grapple)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 4)
[Riot] (Damage 1: Str 3 + 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 7, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Sheridan] [Soak: Stamina +3 (Crinos)]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 6, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Riot] (Damage 2: Same)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Riot] (Damage 3: Same)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 6, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Sheridan] [Dammit!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 6, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Sheridan] [Nooo I want to liiiive!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 7, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Sheridan] [Aw HELL naw!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 9, 9, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 8) [WP]
[Riot] (Feeder Biting Kate. -1 Diff)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 4)
[Riot] (Damage: Strr 3 + 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Soak plz)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Riot] (Feeder Grapple)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Riot] (Contested Grapple versus Lee)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Riot] (Feeder Grapple Lonna)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 7, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Alexander] (smash glass shards into its face! -3 for split)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Alexander] (damage, str+2/L +1)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Riot] (Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 5, 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Alexander] 1b. grab lee's feeder by the head! (grapple. +1 diff for changing actions, -1 for flank. -4 dice.)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 4, 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Lonna Larson] (changing action: stop the instep of whatever the Hell is holding onto her right now)
[Lonna Larson] (off!)
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]
[Warcry] [Rage: Changing action to tell Davia to STFU. With biting.
Dex + Brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) Re-rolls: 4
[Warcry] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Raaaaage: Bite 1!)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Damage!)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Rage Bite the 2nd!)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Damage! Die!)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Sheridan] [First Rage Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Bite! -2 pool (fuckers).]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Sheridan] [Damage: Strength +4 (Crinos) +1 (bite) +3 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Sheridan] [Second Rage Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Bite! -2 pool (fuckers).]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Sheridan] [Damage: Strength +4 (Crinos) +1 (bite) +3 (suxx). COME THE FUCK ON.] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Riot] The Garou begin to pull together as the night's heat and air wear off.
Blood and Claws and Growls erupt and as the next breath is taken it is evident some damage has been done:
Sheridan is suddenly buried under a flood of snapping bites and gushing wounds, the fury of her Rage quelled for a moment...
...Only for the Monster to explode back into view, two feeders shredded under her snapping jaws.
Warcry is free to lunge across the space toward Davia, as Alex's makeshift mace crushes the skull of the last one clinging to her, bites and pieces of the brain and head clinging to the glass poking black nightgown. The Kin rushes over toward Lonna and Lee, seeking to assist as the pair of Kin fall backward, trying to fend off the creatures.
Kate's own woes seem to be coming to an end as she snaps off two quick bites, that sever limbs and the torso of one of her feeders, leaving the last one clinging on with hissing teeth and spite.
Warcry's teeth snap at the air as couches almost leap aside to allow her access to Davia, who gives a sharp shriek and scurry in her latex dress, the Galliard's teeth snapping down hard over the cigarette holding arm, severin' it neatly.
To which the response is a
"...My Outfe't!"
And an inhuman hiss
(Declares!)
[Lonna Larson] (declare: hit the nearest feeder with your shoe, kiddo!)
[Alexander] 1a. grab it by the mouthparts
b. rip!
c. rip moar!
[Riot] (Feeder on Sheridan: Bite
Feeder on Kate: Bite
Feeder on Lee: Bite Alex hands
Feeder near Lonna: Bite)
[Sheridan] [Action: Attack! Rage 1: Attack! Rage 2: Attack! Rage 3: Attack!]
[Liadan Whelan] [split: double headbutt grappler, +WP on second headbutt]
[Katherine Bellamonte] [Declare:
1. Bite the leech on her back
2. And again!
Rage: and once more to finish 'im off.]
[Warcry] [1a: Bite Davia
1b: Bite Feeder on Lee
1c: Bite it again!]
[Riot] (Davia:
Command Power: "Grovel Vurm!")
[Warcry] [WP -1]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 7, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Riot] (Command Power: Diff 6 Charisma (Commanding) 4 + Expression 3)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 3
[Warcry] [1a: Bite the bitch. Dex + Brawl -3 (split) -2 (health)]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Warcry] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Warcry] [1b: Dex + Brawl -4 (split) -2 (health)]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 7, 8 (Failure at target 5)
[Warcry] [1c: Dex + Brawl -5 (split) -2 (health)]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 4, 7 (Success x 2 at target 5) [WP]
[Warcry] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Bite Leech! -2 Split)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Damage!)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 7, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Bite 2! -3)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Katherine Bellamonte]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 5)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Damage!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Liadan Whelan] [headbutt!: dex + brawl -1pain, -2 split]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Liadan Whelan] [damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Riot] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 4, 4 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Liadan Whelan] [again!: dex + brawl -1pain -3 split +WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]
[Liadan Whelan] [damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Riot] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Sheridan] [Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Bite! -2 pool (fucker).]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Sheridan] [Damage: Strength +4 (Crinos) +1 (bite) +1 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Riot] (Feeder bitin' Alex)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Riot] (Str 3 + 2 bite + 1 sux)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Alexander] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Riot] (Feeder Bitin' Lonna)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Riot] (Damage: Str 3 + 2 bite)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Lonna Larson] (soak?)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Riot] (Feeder bitin' sheridan. -1 diff for grapple)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Riot] (Damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Sheridan] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Sheridan] [Regen Part One]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 9 (Failure at target 8)
[Sheridan] [Regen Part Fuck]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Alexander] 1a. grab!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Alexander] b. rip!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Alexander] c. moar!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Riot] Stam resist
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Lonna Larson] (dex+melee, diff 6)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 5, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Lonna Larson] (damage?)
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Rage! Bitey Bite)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 7, 7, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Sheridan] [First Rage Action: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Bite! -2 pool (fuckers).]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Sheridan] [Damage: Strength +4 (Crinos) +1 (bite) +3 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Riot] The Horde of Feeders is reduced to quivering flesh and twitching viscera. Davia's last words are a simple, sharp command into Sinclair's waiting maw, which snaps over her head, crushing the skull, even as a stabbing pain rips through her mind, blood spurting out of nostrils and ears in a sharp gush.
The Garou begin to mop up. Bodies tumble and fall, kinfolk moving to help one another, even as skulls crack, bones break and flesh flays under their ministrations.
Soon enough, the Gaians stand victors amidst the Chaos, blood and gore the night's Decorations.
...And the Music continues to thrum and blare above and around them.
(Sheridan will come back to herself after the last feeder falls away dead, bleeding profusely from many wounds)
[Warcry] She is in pain. But not the worst: not even close to the worst. Sinclair rolls her head on her neck, cracks it, snarls. She is drenched in blood and whatever other nastiness the feeders and Davia had inside them. She is shaking from the pain of Davia's blast, which has only added to the blood soaking her head. She is painted with it even as she rushes to Lee and Alex to essentially nip at the thing they're fighting.
But in the end they all fall. And she stops shaking. She remains in her favored fighting form, a massive wolf whose shoulders are level with ribcages of humans rather than hips, rather than knees. Her fur -- underneath the blood -- is thick, mostly steel-colored, with hints of black and white here and there. Her eyes are the same pale blue, only in this form they gleam with inhuman, savage delight.
Someone suggests burning. Sinclair doesn't argue. She goes and latches onto the arm she tore off of Davia, however, ignoring the bodies of the feeders. This will not go to the Wyrmpole. This is for Maelstrom.
[Alexander] The werewolves take trophies.
Alex takes a bottle of Grey Goose. And comments to whoever's listening that he's getting a goddamn collection, and that the bars and clubs in this city suck compared to Miami.
[Liadan Whelan] Lee stands on shaky legs. She gestures to Lonna that it's time to go, pulling her cell phone from her purse and looking for the number for the cab company.
They'll return to the studio later. First she wants to go visit her good buddy Charlie.
[Katherine Bellamonte] The Silver Fang is surrounded by dead bodies.
Or at least, body parts. She spits out a final piece of dead meat and shakes her great form off. It's drenched in blood. Then, stepping over pieces of blood and gore, she tears the head off one of the fallen and takes it, dripping and all back with her.
Another gets the same treatment -- it tore her dress.
come find me
14 years ago