http://cityofshadowsmux.com/api.php?action=feedcontributions&user=ShadowMaster&feedformat=atomCity of Shadows Mux - User contributions [en]2024-03-29T13:18:29ZUser contributionsMediaWiki 1.31.0http://cityofshadowsmux.com/index.php?title=User:Impulse&diff=10983User:Impulse2023-01-11T13:56:14Z<p>ShadowMaster: ShadowMaster moved page User:Impulse to User:OldImpulse: Automatically moved page while renaming the user "Impulse" to "OldImpulse"</p>
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| colspan=2 class=leader | Impulse<br />
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| <center>'''''&ldquo;A sudden spontaneous inclination or incitement to some usually unpremeditated action.&rdquo;'''''<br /><br />
&ndash; '''[https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/impulse Merriam-Webster, ''Impulse''] '''''<br><br />
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|}</div>ShadowMasterhttp://cityofshadowsmux.com/index.php?title=Sam&diff=10981Sam2023-01-09T17:47:50Z<p>ShadowMaster: </p>
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| Character name = Sam<br />
| Model name = Riley Rasmussen<br />
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Long, auburn curls that have been sun-bleached to add lighter, brighter red highlights are often bound back in simple braids or tied back with ribbon, or left loose to spill near to her rear. A warm smile, green-leaning hazel eyes, and a short stature make up the rest of her. Freckles, coltish legs and a sleek, willowy build finish her off at 5'3".<br />
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Breezey, patchwork skirts of a fluttery, light material are often paired with peasant blouses - tending towards earthy hues in greens, browns, and blues. Sometimes a waist cincher will serve as a shaping belt to add a bit of emphasis to her figure. Make-up is usually just a bit of liner and mascara, sometimes a spot of shadow or a tinted lip balm. Preferring to a more natural look or subtly enhanced one.<br />
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HISTORY HERE<br />
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* Occult - The Rook and Crown is a front of chicanery for a shadow-shop that has genuine talismans and items needed to fight the darkness in the world.<br><br />
* Raven - She has one named Poe. He's a shit, but he's a good shit. does tricks.<br><br />
* Harpy - She's gifted with animals. able to posses, summon, and mimic aspects of them with her body. Claws and camo, armored plates and teeth or a beak. Not something that comes up in casual conversation.<br />
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CONTACTS HERE<br />
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{{Territory<br />
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|sph= <font style="color:#D10219">Vampire</font><br />
|spec= Dealers (Streetwise)<br />
|cr= Tolerance for Biology, Quick Draw, Danger Sense<br />
|unique= Once a month, spend a point of Resources to procure an unidentified corpse.<br />
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=== '''Description''' ===<br />
In the 1970s, open-housing laws provided Chicago's black middle class with an avenue of escape from the city's increasing poverty and physical decline. In their absence, the area's economic base eroded further, leaving the West Side vulnerable to illegal drug traffic and accompanying crime. Nevertheless, a few organizations dedicated themselves to turning around West Garfield Park. Most notable among these was Bethel New Life, which hoped to enshrine the West Side's past with an oral history project and ensure its future with new and rehabilitated housing.<br />
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[[Category: Grid]] [[Category:West Side District]]</div>ShadowMasterhttp://cityofshadowsmux.com/index.php?title=Maps:Portage_Park&diff=9806Maps:Portage Park2022-10-04T00:15:28Z<p>ShadowMaster: </p>
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=== '''Description''' ===<br />
Portage Park is one of the largest Polish communities in Chicago, In addition to its many Polish shops, restaurants and delis, it is also home to Chopin Park, named for Poland's most famous pianist. The northwest side community is also known for its 36-acre namesake park, which hosted the Pan-American Games in 1959 and the 1972 U.S. Olympic swimming trials.<br><br><br />
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Beyond the park, you'll also find celebrated bakeries, flower shops and clothing boutiques in the area's three shopping districts, including a bustling European-inspired retail corridor on Six Corners. Beyond the shopping that this community offers and its beautiful green spaces there is also homes found in that traditional Chicago style two-flat, and a few older brownstone buildings that offer loft living.<br />
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[[Category: Grid]] [[Category:Northwest Side District]]</div>ShadowMasterhttp://cityofshadowsmux.com/index.php?title=Logs:A_Hunting_We_Will_Go&diff=9595Logs:A Hunting We Will Go2022-09-17T17:08:58Z<p>ShadowMaster: </p>
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|chars=[[Khali]], [[Rachel]], [[Seth]], [[Tilly]], [[Velathrix]], [[Lilith]] as ST<br />
|gamedate=2022.09.16<br />
|location=Undercity<br />
|summary=Khali, Rachel, Seth, Tilly and Velathrix go down into the Undercity to begin hunting down the Pure.<br />
|log=This part of the city rests atop what was once the shoreline of Old Chicago, over a hundred years ago. When the city burned and thousands lost their homes, they merely shoved the debris into the lake, and built on top of the ruin. Most of it has been packed in and reinforced with I-beams and concrete, but over the years the rot of the event has seeped into the porous material and decayed it. <br />
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Decades have created pockets and holes that left some of the water of the lake ebb and flow with the tide, the deepest, darkest parts of the Undercity perpetually wet and slimy with algae and mold. <br />
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And yet, if one goes deep enough, gets turned around, there is a source of light, way deep down where the air grows thick and the walls seem to fade away and become distant. Shadows slither at the edge of sight - sometimes human-ish, sometimes low and scuttling or tall and filling a space. Just things at the edges of sight that slip away when turned to directly. The wet lends itself to an unnatural fog that shrouds and distorts things down here, making it easier to get turned around and wander too deeply.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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The city is as the is. Crowded and busy, full of contradictions and disparity - in income, standing, mood, and vice. Beneath the city, in the ruin of what once was, deep in the tangled maze, it is damp and dark. It smells interesting - wet, mildew, that expected stink of old decayed sewage, but also of char and ash and hints of smoke.<br />
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Worse than the absolute dark and the rancid scents, is that feeling of being observed, watched from the shadows at the edge of any light sources. Things skittering, slithering, sliding. Things that shouldn't be ~here~, enabled by the rift in reality that peels the veil back between the Shadow and the Flesh. <br />
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Tracing the path back to where the frenzied ritual of fire performed before Missus O'Leary's miscreant cow, a switchback tunnel opens up into a small cavern of sorts, three heaps of wood and half-burned bodies, reeking of rotting and burned flesh.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 20:10:28 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Velathrix arrives, wearing an exceptionally heavy and large velvet robe that covers his form, complete with hood and black belts that wrap around his waist. Over his shoulder is a set of leather scabbards, two in total that allow for the hilts of two long blades to present themselves over his shoulders. A large black shielf of modern materials is on his left arm, carried in such a way that suggests he's used to having such a thing there. clipped at the man's belt on his left hip is a black metal helm, stylized in an old gothic manner, and from the bulk of the robe around him, it's likely that he's already wearing the matching set. "Well isn't this an ineresting sight? Bodies, burnt... one would almost think we're on the right track."<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 20:11:30 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Out of view of the public, as they descend into the undercity, something happens when Rachel moves out of sight into a shadow, and emerges again. First the color bleeds from her eyes. Then the whites. Until they are nothing but glossy black. In tandem with this, her shadow seems to deepen. Something is //wrong// with it. It looks like it’s cast by something trying to //imitate// Rachel’s shape, but can’t quite manage it. It //writhes//, sometimes sprouting an extra limb Rachel doesn’t have, a blade, a claw, a tentacle, before becoming subsumed into the dark mass behind her. That shadow seems to have seeped into her as well, slithering beneath her skin in uncanny veins, not quite tattoos, more like living shadows moving along her skin.<br />
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She pops something into her mouth, from a test tube she’s taken from a pocket. Her flesh //shifts//. Subtle lines appear around her mouth. Extra eyes open up above and below her regular ones, domes of compound lenses. Flesh moves like stretching taffy until it sprouts into two shapes behind her, dark dragonfly wings attached with black chitin. Her fingers develop a sheathe of the same black chitin, retractable claws tipping her fingers.<br />
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As for her outfit,tThe look Rachel has today could best be described as military surplus store punk. She’s got combat boots, camo fatigue pants, and a flak jacket over a shirt. There’s a pistol strapped to her hip, and rucksack on her back loaded up with who knows what. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail, and she’s forgone rings and bangles, though her hamsa remains on its cord around her neck. There’s a shotgun in her hands, with a strap looped around one shoulder.<br />
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She's hanging back behind the vanguard, trying to keep towards the center of the group (she's the squishiest one here, after all).<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 20:15:10 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Khali +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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It is rather odd, for someone who usually covers up from neck down, arriving wearing //less// that usual might be...strange. But Khali arrives wearing black cargo pants, combat boots that look well worn, a sword strapped to her waist, a sleeveless shirt and a kevlar vest. "One would." Khali agrees, her hand resting casually on the hilt of her sword as she takes in everything before them.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 20:16:15 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Seth +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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As the group starts to gather in the Undercity to get their hunt on for the Pure, Seth smiles at everyone as they arrive. He's dressed in a black t-shirt with dark jeans and sneakers without much else. There is a plastic bag that he stows out of the way that looks to have a change of clothes for him and Tilly along with some stuff to clean them up should they need it after the hunt.<br />
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Before they head deeper into the Undercity he works with Tilly, the pair of wolves working on a ritual that looks like the regular sparring they take part in but much more ritualized. Once it's complete he gives Tilly a high five and then shifts into dalu form and shakes out his arms and legs while moving closer to the bodies while looking them over. In this form his voice is deeper with a hint of a rumbling growl, "We can try to track from here. If I shift into wolf, I can communicate through Tilly if needed. Looking at the others, he nods at Tilly right before he shifts into his wolf form, starting to sniff around.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 20:19:08 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Tilly +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Arriving with Seth, Tilly is dressed in a pair of black leggings, black sneakers, a black tanktop, and, yes, a black jacket to zip over all of it. There's even a black cap to keep her blond hair tucked back, out of sight and out of the way. After engaging in the ritual, then watching Seth shift, she arches an eyebrow when he indicates that he can communicate through her. "So trusting," she jokes, amused, arching a brow at the others, skimming over their own combat forms. "Rachel, looking hot," she approves, her praise genuine, if a tiny bit tongue in cheek. "Velathrix, /excellent/ robe. Ohh, cute vest, Khali." <br />
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Then, her attention turns to the burnt bodies. She's all business now, bending to try to examine them more closely, wondering what clues she can glean from them, if any.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 20:23:00 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Velathrix does a double take on Rachel, having not expected /that/ and then nods, "Indeed, it would seem we've all come prepared in a way..." he comments as he hands Rachel a dollar though as he looks around he fails to see the vending machine, so he just shrugs. "Where..." his words trail off as Seth shifts and he gives Tilly a look, "Alright, I take it he's going to lead us to our prey?" he asks casually before giving Khali a nod, as his eyes drift to the sword at her hip and back again. Vel will move closer to the bodies however, using a knife to cut the flesh so that he can exsanquinate a few droplets of blood should it be available, tasting and testing so as to determine whatever he can from the corpses. His gaze will search around as well, attempting to see if there are any other tracks or trails that lead away from this roasting party.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 20:40:18 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Rachel looks visibly pleased Tilly's praise, even if it might be humorously intended. She gives Tilly a smile, revealing a mouth filled with sharp, inhuman teeth, and proceeds through the Undercity with a sway in her hips and a shotgun in her hands, Vel's dollar shoved into the pocket of her jeans with a soft 'Thanks.'<br />
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She frowns, when she looks towards the bodies. "Is looks deliberate, doesn't it? The way they're piled." Her voice is odd. There's a rough sort of buzz to it.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 20:46:48 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Khali +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"We could ask him to use one bark for yes, two for no." Khali suggests, which by her tone seems to be an attempt at levity. Possibly poorly placed considering the situation, and that no one would want their position being given away anways. But for anyone that might get too close, she offers a more serious warning, "Be careful to keep your distance from me while we are here." <br />
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It's a brief warning, but she appears serious about it either way. Then she starts to search around as well, making a nod in agreement with Rachel, "It is possible it was staged. There's many possibilities for why...ritual, trap. I always opt for assuming every step is a trap until proven otherwise."<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 20:47:45 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Which is why you're still alive?" Rachel can't help quipping at Khali's //almost// Princess Bride quite. She asks it rhetorically, but if you're not familiar with the source it might be hard to tell.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 20:49:02 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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The arm is there, so inviting, outstretched as if in supplication of aid, fingers curls up from the natural contraction of things, then the fire freezing it into that position from the heat and the drying of the flesh. <br />
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Velathrix reaches for the hand,and the hand reaches back. Crispy fingers moving with freakish speed, latching on tight, the leathery skin splitting, some flaking away to show the stained bone beneath. Worse, the sudden motion causes the carefully piled pyre to collapse with several cracks and thuds, but more...<br />
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The loud crash and the dunk-donk sound of cowbells filling the space and choing through the darkness in an unmistakable alarm.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 20:53:32 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Vel curses up a storm, which is quickly stopped as the alarm goes off and he grunts in a quite negative way, "Well so much for the element of surprise," he grumbles as he stands up. He looks at the arm hanging off of his own and he grabs it with the other, pulling it off his wrist and looks to be about throwing it away before he thinks of something and instead holds onto the arm in his shield hand. "Well, aside from this wonderful and loud announcement of our entrance, please tell me you've found a scent," he asks of Seth the hound. "We may as well get going..." he offers, shrugging off the embarassing failure. "It was a trap."<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 21:04:23 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"I'm going to try my stealth approach. Don't be alarmed if you stop noticing me," Rachel says, as she stops, almost freezes, in the darkness of the Undercity.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 21:13:41 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Khali +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Thus...I am still alive." Khali whispers in Rachel's direction, clearly at least getting the reference. Even if she didn't quite land the quote. There is a hand waved in Vel's direction to indicate why she treats everything as a trap. However, with the alarm bell rung she pulls her sword out, glancing in Rachel's direction at her words before she nods, eyes shifting towards the wolves to see if they have any new alerts.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 21:16:14 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Laughs-at-Death +-------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Laughs-at-Death sniffs about in wolf form as the black wolf makes its way around the space. Exploring a little he looks like he'd warn about the bodies just before it appears to be too late. If a wolf could laugh, even with the alarm, this wolf would be doing whatever a laughing wolf does. Looking to the others he speaks to Tilly in a broken form of the first tongue. Nodding at her then motioning with his head.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 21:19:00 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Tilly +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Studying the pile of bodies, Tilly tilts her head right, then left, then right, appearing to pick up on something as well. Nodding to Seth, she seems to agree with his assessment, having made her own. "There's - " she begins, then blinks as the room starts to tremble and get funky. "Mhm, yup. Get ready, trouble incoming, more than 10." Grinning, she looks, well, excited. Party time! Then she starts to change forms. Her comfortable, spandex workout gear starts to stretch with her as her shoulders broaden, her muscles thicken, and she gets those big, big eyes to see you better, and those big teeth to chomp you better - she's not in full garou yet, but she's certainly not looking entirely human anymore, as she shifts into Dalu form.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 21:22:11 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Velathrix grunts at the mention of encroaching enemies and he reaches with his free hand to grab the helmet at his waist, plunking it onto his head with a metalic thunk as it catches into place and his red eyes gleam out from beneath the visor. "Sorry folks, I'll make it up to you soon, I promise," he tells them as he shifts the loose arm from his shield hand to his free one, ready to toss it at the first thing that comes into range.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 21:24:28 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Rachel's dragonfly wings snap out behind her and blur into buzzing half-glimpsed shapes. In defiance of all physics, this is enough to lift her into the air, and she shoots up towards the roof of the cavern, shotgun gripped tight in her clawed hands.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 21:28:32 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Within a few moments, before the oddly long echo of the cowbells has fully faded, laughter drifts in from that switchback tunnel that leads to the chamber. It's sharp and the sort of unsettling laughter that comes with a feeling of someone being 'not quite right'. "Rathburn was riiiIiIiIIight." The last word dragged out, singsong and masculine. "Shhh, shut up, they're HEAR us." This a woman, but also giggling. A rake of claws along the wall is a third voice, "Here kitty, kitty, kitty."<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 21:30:49 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Khali +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Ten?" Khali glances around, taking in their side, doing a bit of mental math to sort how she feels about their odds. Evidently, she feels fine because there is the very thinnest of smiles, "You can make it up by.." Whatever she was about to say is cut off as the laughter drifts down the tunnel, and she shifts, taking a few steps towards the tunnel entrance. However, she's careful to not block anyone else or get too close, just putting herself into a position to be ready for whatever comes out of it.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 21:32:36 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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The second voice, the woman, rises into a screeching, shriek of a howl that breaks off into laughter. "Come play with us." Voice guttural with the Dalu shape.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 21:59:30 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Laughs-at-Death +-------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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The moment the first of the Pure arrive, Seth shifts, the sounds of his bones, muscle and sinew popping matched by Tilly. They are fast in their war forms and attack as a team, the pair of them tearing into the Fire Touched Pure before it can react. He goes low and she goes high to tear him in half to spray the Undercity with its blood and gore as they tear the Fire Touched limb from limb to leave him in pieces with a mad roar.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 22:31:12 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Khali +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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When the one goes for Seth, she doesn't hesitate to go for the other one. There's no great howl or scream of defiance, or anything else beyond quiet as she moves in to strike the other of the Pure. The sword that she's been holding onto is finally put into use as she swings it at the Pure, and connects, with a result that was VERY unexpected in and of itself.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 23:26:39 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Rachel stays hovering by the cieling. Her allies have all rushed into the melee of course, which means she has no clear shot. She holds where she is, waiting for an opening, despite the unexpected pain that shocks across her body when one of the bad wolves is struck.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 23:27:50 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Velathrix watches the blood fly as the two wolves go after their counterpart, lowering his shield ever so slightly so that the blood of their victim splashes his armor in the most glorious of ways. As that one is torn apart and Khali moves forward to strike the other whom is not yet turned, Vel's eyes gleam, his nostrils flaring behind the helmet as he takes in the deep scent of blood that liberally coats everything. A soft growl can be heard from within the helmet before he steps forward, shield raised before he calls out to Khali, "Here, let me lend you a hand, it appears this one is unarmed, let's give them something to hold onto," he states before his arm cocks back and he swings the severed arm in his hand against the Dalu shifted Pure with such force that the burnt skin and bones quite literally explode upon impact,pieces flying in all directions, while the resounding sound of someone being slapped with something like a trout echoes out into the cavernous area.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 23:31:28 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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The weirdest thing about the hand... is when it hits, it /reaches/ for the target, the fingers flexing out in preparation to grab before the impact shatters it.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 23:32:28 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Such strangeness, "A shame, had I known, I could have told them to get a grip..." Vel laments.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 23:33:11 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Laughs-at-Death +-------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Laughs-at-Death is covered in blood and gore from the last kill, his black fur matted down and blood dripping from his mouth. Flexing his claws he gets a look at the battlefield as his companions attack and gets attacked. Leaping from his place he tackles the next combatant after Khali and Velathrix hit it. It's a vicious attack that knocks the other gauru down under him as he tears it apart, washing the ground and area in its blood.<br />
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+----+ Fri Sep 16 23:50:31 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Khali +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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The Pure are dropping like flies, which means that there's not many targets remaining as far as Khali can tell. So she goes for what is available, and once more takes her sword after it. It is a fine hit, but not an amazing hit. But better than no hit, maybe?<br />
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+----+ Sat Sep 17 00:07:58 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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When Rachel finally takes her shot, the noise is terrific, amplifying and echoing off the walls of the chamber. But even with the bad wolf as harried as it is, it manages to dodge out of the way.<br />
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+----+ Sat Sep 17 00:10:41 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Velathrix grunts and there's blood and everything flying all over the plac, some of it even his as the Werewolf claws against him, deflected slightly y the shiled but still the claw gets through the cloak, tearing it and through a portion of his armor to rip into the flesh beneath. His eyes flare red behind the visor as the thumping of the Pure's heart is quite visible to the Kindred's senses as he lunges forward, drivign his guantleted hand through the beast's rib cage and with a sucking, shattering pop, he yanks his hand back, holding the still beating heart of the Pure for the creature to look at while Vel drops his shield, draws his helmet back and proceeds to bite into the still beating heart, fangs piercing and spraying the arterial blood everywhere.<br />
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+----+ Sat Sep 17 00:15:44 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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There's blood and parts -everywhere-. There's a few moments of utter silence after the last body falls, broken only by Velathrix's slurping.<br />
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And the automated scritchy scrabbling of a couple more of those grabbyhands trying to get hold of meat scraps that fell close enough to trigger the grotesque response.<br />
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+----+ Sat Sep 17 00:19:36 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Seth +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Seth finds no more Pure to fight and shifts back to his hishu form. Covered in blood and gore he looks around then smiles as he points to the others, "Wow! This went great. I thought that one was going to get me, he wasn't fucking around. But that first one got torn right in half!" Pointing at Tilly he laughs, his deed name obvious now as he looks to the others. "Everyone is good right?" Pulling a knife from the pocket of his jeans he starts to get to work on skinning the corpses.<br />
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+----+ Sat Sep 17 00:25:16 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Tilly +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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After tearing into a second pure, Tilly moves, like she's ready to swipe for it again. But then, it's down. She chuffs, snarls and stamps her big bad foot, then follows Seth's lead, also shifting back into her hishu form. "Gone already!" she exclaims, letting her lips pull back into a snarl. Reaching for the one that she and Seth pulled in half, she smirks. "This hide will be worth keeping."<br />
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+----+ Sat Sep 17 00:28:58 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Rachel flutters down to land from her former post at the cieling, racking her shotgun, but holding it low for the moment. "Well, that was... a learning experience."<br />
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+----+ Sat Sep 17 00:30:00 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Khali +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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There's a slight upwards flick of a brow at Velathrix, but it's not really so much judgment as amusement. Then Khali nods to Seth, "Quite fine, actually." She replies, making sure to clean the blade of her sword with a hankerchief from her pocket, which she then holds out to Velathrix.<br />
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+----+ Sat Sep 17 00:30:54 2022 +----------------------------------------------+<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Velathrix watches the werewolves return to their more human like forms as his fangs withdraw from the now desicated heart that he holds. "Hmmm, maybe keep it as a memento for this wonderful outting we all attended," he notes, gathering a small silk bag from his belt, wrapping the heart up in the hankerchief that Khali offers him before delicately placing it in the bag and tying it closed at his waist. "Well, three, do you think that puts even the smallest dent in the situation here, or do you think they have something on them that could lead us to more?" Vel asks, curious of what the others think, as he looks to Khali and grins, licking his fingers. "So... Rachel, that's some mean shooting from the sky, next time we can get you some..." he looks to the other werewolves that are still living, and then raises his hand to hide his mouth from them so that he can aside whisper to Rachel, 'silver shot.'<br />
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}}</div>ShadowMasterhttp://cityofshadowsmux.com/index.php?title=Vampire/Status&diff=9173Vampire/Status2022-09-01T18:06:34Z<p>ShadowMaster: </p>
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<div>__NOTOC__<br />
All vamps get a free dot of status in their covenant/clan/praxis at approval. If you did not, please let staff know.<br><br />
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Covenant and Praxis status can be bought in multiple Covenants or Praxes, up to 5 total dots. If you have Status 3 in your covenant, you can only ever have 2 dots of status in other covenants.<br><br />
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The coin cost represents doing tasks for the Praxis/Covenant that you wish to gain status in. It doesn't matter how you acquire the coin - the expenditure towards Status is 'I am doing things for the clan/covenant/praxes at personal cost to myself'.<br><br />
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An Unaligned PC joining a Covenant will pay 2 coins, but no xp for the first dot. This represents having to work your way into the Covenant, but also the xp break given at CG for that first dot.<br><br />
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A PC leaving a Covenant to join another will lose a dot of status in the previous Covenant. This mitigates the XP cost, but the coin for the first dot would still need to be paid. As well, this provides a -1 to your max total status dots and will require working with staff to restore.<br><br />
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Per pg. 113 in VtR Core: You cannot buy clan status in another clan. <br><br />
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Staff is happy to run scenes for earning coins to go towards Status raises.<br><br />
* Costs for Primary Clan/Covenant/Praxis Status are:<br />
** 1 = Free<br />
** 2 = 2 coins, 1 xp<br />
** 3 = 4 coins, 1 xp<br />
** 4 = 8 coins, 1 xp<br />
** 5 = 16 coins, 1 xp<br />
* Costs for Status in other Covenants or Praxes are:<br />
** 1 = 2 coins, 1 xp<br />
** 2 = 4 coins, 1 xp<br />
** 3 = 8 coins, 1 xp<br />
** 4 = 16 coins, 1 xp<br />
** 5 = 32 coins, 1 xp<br />
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Once code is implemented, Primogen and Priscus will be determined by +vote within the Clan or Covenant. Until then, blind group jobs will be used in which no one can see each others replies. Primogen and Priscus reside outside of the bubble of Praxes. Clan and Covenant don't care about dividing lines between Princes. However, a Priscus or Primogen might push agendas that lean towards Praxis favor. Priscus and Primogen are NOT tied to any court in particular, as they are Clan and Covenant specific - this is a deviation from the norm.<br />
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=== '''Prince''' ===<br />
[[Enrico Salvatore]]: Ventrue Invictus<br />
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=== '''Prince''' ===<br />
[[Raul Alvarez]]: Gangrel Shepherd of the Ordo Dracul<br />
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=== '''Norwood Park''' ===<br />
=== '''O'Hare''' ===<br />
BRIGHT - Neutral Hotel and Lounge<br><br />
Phil's Pawn and Payday Loan<br />
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El Encantamiento - Cigar Shop<br />
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Eternity, Inc<br><br />
Graceland Cemetery<br />
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=== '''Belmont Cragin''' ===<br />
Mike's Diner - Greasy Spoon<br />
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=== '''Dunning''' ===<br />
Brownstone Apartments<br />
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=== '''Hermosa''' ===<br />
=== '''Irving Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Montclare''' ===<br />
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Jane Byrne's Shelter - Shelter<br><br />
The Tower - Office Space and Apartments<br><br />
Old Chicago Inn - Bed and Breakfast and Tur<br><br />
Wrigley Field - Sportsball Stadium<br><br />
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=== '''Lincoln Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Logan Square''' ===<br />
El Coyote Gordo<br><br />
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=== '''East Garfield''' ===<br />
=== '''Humboldt Park''' ===<br />
Redbrick Apartments<br><br />
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=== '''Lower West Side''' ===<br />
=== '''Near West Side''' ===<br />
United Center<br />
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=== '''North Lawndale''' ===<br />
=== '''South Lawndale''' ===<br />
=== '''West Garfield''' ===<br />
=== '''West Town''' ===<br />
Uncanny Franny's - Occult Goods<br><br />
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Block 37 - Apartments and North Praxis Elysium<br><br />
The Pulse - Nightclub<br><br />
Sears Tower - Shopping and Skydeck Fine Dining<br><br />
Theater District<br><br />
Millennium Park - Contains one (1) Bean<br><br />
Grant Park - Activity Park and Art Institute<br><br />
Cook County Morgue<br><br />
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=== '''Near North''' ===<br />
Police Station<br><br />
Magnificent Mile - Luxury Businesses<br><br />
John Hancock Center - Office Space and Bar 94<br><br />
Drake Hotel <br><br />
Navy Pier - Rivals Coney Island<br><br />
Excelsior Arms - Apartments<br><br />
Omega Tower<br><br />
Hot Seats - Garage<br><br />
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=== '''Near South''' ===<br />
Shedd Aquarium<br><br />
Adlet Planetarium<br><br />
Fireside Pizza - Neutral Gathering Place<br><br />
Soldier Field - Allthing Location<br />
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=== '''Archer Heights''' ===<br />
=== '''Brighton Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Chicago Lawn''' ===<br />
=== '''Clearing''' ===<br />
Abandoned Graveyard<br />
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=== '''Englewood''' ===<br />
=== '''Gage Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Garfield Ridge''' ===<br />
=== '''McKinley Park''' ===<br />
Vice Tattoo<br><br />
Garden of Thorns - BDSM club<br />
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=== '''New City''' ===<br />
Lyons Investigations<br />
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=== '''West Elsdon''' ===<br />
=== '''West Englewood''' ===<br />
Booze and Broads - Tur in the Backroom<br />
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=== '''West Lawn''' ===<br />
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Rook and Crown - Occult Shop<br><br />
Blackwell Apartments<br><br />
Docs' Pad - Bar<br><br />
Mercy Hospital<br />
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=== '''Bridgeport''' ===<br />
Guaranteed Rate Field - Sports Stadium<br />
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=== '''Douglas''' ===<br />
=== '''Fuller Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Grand Boulevard''' ===<br />
=== '''Grand Crossing''' ===<br />
=== '''Hyde Park''' ===<br />
Sky Goddess Coffee<br><br />
University of Chicago<br><br />
Bellwether Apartments<br><br />
Oriental Museum<br><br />
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=== '''Kenwood''' ===<br />
=== '''Oakland''' ===<br />
Bright Willow Apartments<br><br />
Oakland Beach<br><br />
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=== '''South Shore''' ===<br />
=== '''Washington Park''' ===<br />
Turning Leaf center - Youth Shelter<br />
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=== '''Woodlawn''' ===<br />
Old Slaughterhouse - South Praxis Elysium<br><br />
The Abbatoir - BDSM club<br />
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=== '''Ashburn''' ===<br />
=== '''Auburn Gresham''' ===<br />
Peachtree Tower - Apartments<br><br />
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=== '''Beverly''' ===<br />
Family Medicine<br />
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=== '''Morgan Park''' ===<br />
Molly O'Malley's - Pub<br><br />
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=== '''Mount Greenwood''' ===<br />
=== '''Washington Heights''' ===<br />
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=== '''Avalon Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Burnside''' ===<br />
=== '''Calumet Heights''' ===<br />
=== '''Chatham''' ===<br />
=== '''East Side''' ===<br />
=== '''Hegeswisch''' ===<br />
=== '''Pullman''' ===<br />
=== '''Riverdale''' ===<br />
=== '''Roseland''' ===<br />
Al Raby Center - Homeless Help<br><br />
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=== '''South Chicago''' ===<br />
=== '''South Deering''' ===<br />
=== '''West Pullman''' ===<br />
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=== '''Albany Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Edgewater''' ===<br />
=== '''Edison Park''' ===<br />
Six Flags Amusement Park<br />
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=== '''Forest Glen''' ===<br />
=== '''Jefferson Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Lincoln Square''' ===<br />
=== '''North Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Norwood Park''' ===<br />
=== '''O'Hare''' ===<br />
BRIGHT - Neutral Hotel and Lounge<br><br />
Phil's Pawn and Payday Loan<br />
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=== '''Roger's Park''' ===<br />
El Encantamiento - Cigar Shop<br />
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=== '''Uptown''' ===<br />
Eternity, Inc<br><br />
Graceland Cemetery<br />
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=== '''West Ridge''' ===<br />
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=== '''Belmont Cragin''' ===<br />
Mike's Diner - Greasy Spoon<br />
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=== '''Dunning''' ===<br />
Brownstone Apartments<br />
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=== '''Hermosa''' ===<br />
=== '''Irving Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Montclare''' ===<br />
=== '''Portage Park''' ===<br />
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=== '''Avondale''' ===<br />
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Jane Byrne's Shelter - Shelter<br><br />
The Tower - Office Space and Apartments<br><br />
Old Chicago Inn - Bed and Breakfast and Tur<br><br />
Wrigley Field - Sportsball Stadium<br><br />
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=== '''Lincoln Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Logan Square''' ===<br />
El Coyote Gordo<br><br />
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=== '''Austin''' ===<br />
=== '''East Garfield''' ===<br />
=== '''Humboldt Park''' ===<br />
Redbrick Apartments<br><br />
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=== '''Lower West Side''' ===<br />
=== '''Near West Side''' ===<br />
United Center<br />
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=== '''North Lawndale''' ===<br />
=== '''South Lawndale''' ===<br />
=== '''West Garfield''' ===<br />
=== '''West Town''' ===<br />
Uncanny Franny's - Occult Goods<br><br />
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Block 37 - Apartments and North Praxis Elysium<br><br />
The Pulse - Nightclub<br><br />
Sears Tower - Shopping and Skydeck Fine Dining<br><br />
Theater District<br><br />
Millennium Park - Contains one (1) Bean<br><br />
Grant Park - Activity Park and Art Institute<br><br />
Cook County Morgue<br><br />
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=== '''Near North''' ===<br />
Police Station<br><br />
Magnificent Mile - Luxury Businesses<br><br />
John Hancock Center - Office Space and Bar 94<br><br />
Drake Hotel <br><br />
Navy Pier - Rivals Coney Island<br><br />
Excelsior Arms - Apartments<br><br />
Omega Tower<br><br />
Hot Seats - Garage<br><br />
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=== '''Near South''' ===<br />
Shedd Aquarium<br><br />
Adlet Planetarium<br><br />
Fireside Pizza - Neutral Gathering Place<br><br />
Soldier Field - Allthing Location<br />
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=== '''Archer Heights''' ===<br />
=== '''Brighton Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Chicago Lawn''' ===<br />
=== '''Clearing''' ===<br />
Abandoned Graveyard<br />
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=== '''Englewood''' ===<br />
=== '''Gage Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Garfield Ridge''' ===<br />
=== '''McKinley Park''' ===<br />
Vice Tattoo<br><br />
Garden of Thorns - BDSM club<br />
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=== '''New City''' ===<br />
Lyons Investigations<br />
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=== '''West Elsdon''' ===<br />
=== '''West Englewood''' ===<br />
Booze and Broads - Tur in the Backroom<br />
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=== '''West Lawn''' ===<br />
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=== '''Armour Square''' ===<br />
Rook and Crown - Occult Shop<br><br />
Blackwell Apartments<br><br />
Docs' Pad - Bar<br><br />
Mercy Hospital<br />
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=== '''Bridgeport''' ===<br />
Guaranteed Rate Field - Sports Stadium<br />
<br />
=== '''Douglas''' ===<br />
=== '''Fuller Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Grand Boulevard''' ===<br />
=== '''Grand Crossing''' ===<br />
=== '''Hyde Park''' ===<br />
Sky Goddess Coffee<br><br />
University of Chicago<br><br />
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=== '''Kenwood''' ===<br />
=== '''Oakland''' ===<br />
Bright Willow Apartments<br><br />
Oakland Beach<br><br />
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=== '''South Shore''' ===<br />
=== '''Washington Park''' ===<br />
Turning Leaf center - Youth Shelter<br />
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=== '''Woodlawn''' ===<br />
Old Slaughterhouse - South Praxis Elysium<br><br />
The Abbatoir - BDSM club<br />
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=== '''Ashburn''' ===<br />
=== '''Auburn Gresham''' ===<br />
Peachtree Tower - Apartments<br><br />
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=== '''Beverly''' ===<br />
Family Medicine<br />
<br />
=== '''Morgan Park''' ===<br />
Molly O'Malley's - Pub<br><br />
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=== '''Mount Greenwood''' ===<br />
=== '''Washington Heights''' ===<br />
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=== '''Burnside''' ===<br />
=== '''Calumet Heights''' ===<br />
=== '''Chatham''' ===<br />
=== '''East Side''' ===<br />
=== '''Hegeswisch''' ===<br />
=== '''Pullman''' ===<br />
=== '''Riverdale''' ===<br />
=== '''Roseland''' ===<br />
Al Raby Center - Homeless Help<br><br />
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=== '''South Chicago''' ===<br />
=== '''South Deering''' ===<br />
=== '''West Pullman''' ===<br />
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=== '''Albany Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Edgewater''' ===<br />
=== '''Edison Park''' ===<br />
Six Flags Amusement Park<br />
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=== '''Forest Glen''' ===<br />
=== '''Jefferson Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Lincoln Square''' ===<br />
=== '''North Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Norwood Park''' ===<br />
=== '''O'Hare''' ===<br />
BRIGHT - Neutral Hotel and Lounge<br><br />
Phil's Pawn and Payday Loan<br />
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=== '''Roger's Park''' ===<br />
El Encantamiento - Cigar Shop<br />
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=== '''Uptown''' ===<br />
Eternity, Inc<br><br />
Graceland Cemetery<br />
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=== '''Belmont Cragin''' ===<br />
Mike's Diner - Greasy Spoon<br />
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=== '''Dunning''' ===<br />
Brownstone Apartments<br />
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=== '''Hermosa''' ===<br />
=== '''Irving Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Montclare''' ===<br />
=== '''Portage Park''' ===<br />
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=== '''Avondale''' ===<br />
=== '''Lakeview''' ===<br />
Jane Byrne's Shelter - Shelter<br><br />
The Tower - Office Space and Apartments<br><br />
Old Chicago Inn - Bed and Breakfast and Tur<br><br />
Wrigley Field - Sportsball Stadium<br><br />
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=== '''Lincoln Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Logan Square''' ===<br />
El Coyote Gordo<br><br />
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=== '''Austin''' ===<br />
=== '''East Garfield''' ===<br />
=== '''Humboldt Park''' ===<br />
Redbrick Apartments<br><br />
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=== '''Lower West Side''' ===<br />
=== '''Near West Side''' ===<br />
United Center<br />
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Theater District<br><br />
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Cook County Morgue<br><br />
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=== '''Gage Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Garfield Ridge''' ===<br />
=== '''McKinley Park''' ===<br />
Vice Tattoo<br><br />
Garden of Thorns - BDSM club<br />
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Lyons Investigations<br />
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=== '''West Elsdon''' ===<br />
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Blackwell Apartments<br><br />
Docs' Pad - Bar<br><br />
Mercy Hospital<br />
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=== '''Bridgeport''' ===<br />
Guaranteed Rate Field - Sports Stadium<br />
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=== '''Douglas''' ===<br />
=== '''Fuller Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Grand Boulevard''' ===<br />
=== '''Grand Crossing''' ===<br />
=== '''Hyde Park''' ===<br />
Sky Goddess Coffee<br><br />
University of Chicago<br><br />
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=== '''Oakland''' ===<br />
Bright Willow Apartments<br><br />
Oakland Beach<br><br />
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=== '''Washington Park''' ===<br />
Turning Leaf center - Youth Shelter<br />
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The Abbatoir - BDSM club<br />
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[[Category:Important]]</div>ShadowMasterhttp://cityofshadowsmux.com/index.php?title=Log:Whispers_in_the_Shadow&diff=8921Log:Whispers in the Shadow2022-08-22T23:53:10Z<p>ShadowMaster: </p>
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<div>{{ Log<br />
| chars = [[Ethan]], [[Erina]], [[Colt]] as ST<br />
| summary = Ethan and Erina make a deal with a Crow spirit for information. <br />
| gamedate = 2022.08.06<br />
| gamedatename = August 6, 2022<br />
| subtitle = Something clever.<br />
| categories = Werewolf<br />
| log = <br />
Talking to a spirit isn't exactly the *wisest* idea on the best of days. The spirits are fickle and finicky, and some of them have long memories, back to the time of Father Wolf -- or so they claim. There's almost no possibility they are truly that old, given the way the nature of the world changes, short of the seas and mountain ranges that care not one whit for the petty dealings of the scurrying things on the surface.<br />
<br />
But that's where Ethan and Erina find themselves today. In a park a short distance from the shop, one where they saw crows gathering to pick at the discarded leavings of human existence. A few of the bird-spirits in the trees are eyeing the duo, waiting to see what the predators are doing there -- and possibly what they'll do next.<br />
<br />
Ethan stops some distance from the tree, just to show he's not here to eat any crow spirits today. It might not be the wisest thing, but out of all of their unwise options, it seemed to be the one most likely to shake out a good, solid next step. The thing is he's pretty conscious he's on the trail of a prosecutor's secrets, and what he's not trying to do is spend the rest of his werewolf career trying to manage the spirit world in a prison.<br />
<br />
Though he supposes, if it came to that, they'd have a legal dream team courtesy of Lucius Shaw.<br />
<br />
Maybe. Lucius might just leave them to rot, too.<br />
<br />
He glances at Erina; then pulls out the shiny brass antique key that they decided they would provide as offering. "Wise crow spirits, we seek a moment of your time. Would you be willing to speak with us?"<br />
<br />
A glance at Erina. On their way here he'd admitted he hasn't done a lot of direct dealing with the spirits, himself. But Colt, who usually does this for him, *definitely* can't be drawn into another encounter with the ASA.<br />
<br />
Erina glances back at Ethan, at the key, then the crow spirit. She doesn't usually deal with this kind of thing, either. Well, she hasn't yet, anyway. She's done a whole lot of hanging back and watching what happens when other people do, but for herself? Not much.<br />
<br />
Mostly, right now, she's trying to seem non-threatening, which is funny given that her usual schtick is trying to make herself seem bigger. Plus, she doesn't want to count on the legal team of someone who only just hired her, especially when she's not entirely sure they know she's People.<br />
<br />
None of the spirits seem particularly *eager* to talk to a pair of Uratha, of course. Even with their numbers it would be difficult for them to put up a feasible defense against Ethan OR Erina, much less both of them working in tandem. It takes some time before one of the smaller spirits flies out of the tree, landing some distance away. It form starts to shift as it takes a few furtive steps closer, taking on shape much more similar to that of a man, anthropomorphic with jet black skin and feathers decorating it in places that would likely distinguish it from its comrades, were they in a similar position.<br />
<br />
The thing seems skittish, still. But it's looking at the key. "What trickeries do the wolf-children bring with them today?" it asks.<br />
<br />
"Oh. Whoa. You look great dude," Ethan says, forgetting himself in a moment of genuine friendly startlement. <br />
<br />
Look, when he eats spirits he prefers the ones that are either things he'd normally eat, like deer or bears or something, or things that are weird and shouldn't be existing in the first place, or things that are nasty and make him mad. Skittish crow spirits are not really on the menu given his givens. And so he treats the crow like a person, and so when he lets down his guard for five whole seconds it's 'you look great dude.' There's reasons Luna did not make him an Ilthaeur.<br />
<br />
"We brought a gift," he adds. "And we don't mean you any harm, I promise. I'm Ethan Moon Moon, Cahalith of the Storm Lord tribe."<br />
<br />
He leaves room for Erina to make her own introductions, but he shoots the crow what he hopes is a reassuring smile.<br />
<br />
Erina watches the spirit shift with some interest, and a lot of curiosity. She's watched some spirits do some things, but this one is making her temporarily dream of flying. Even if she usually prefers running. "I'm Erina Many Tongues, Elodoth of the Iron Masters tribe. I don't mean you any harm, either." Her voice is quiet but seems sure. She shakes her head a bit, afterwards, as if to say that Ethan best not make any jokes with his deed name.<br />
<br />
The spirit watches them curiously as the introductions are made, the old formalities being respected. It makes its own introduction in turn. "I am called Whispers-in-the-Ears-of-Allies." A glance at the key again. "What do you seek, wolf-children?" it asks warily. "And what do you offer in turn?"<br />
<br />
The other bird spirits are now not just watching Ethan and Erina warily -- they're watching Whispers warily too. The politics of spirit pecking orders might not be something that either wolf specializes it, but it's clear that Whispers is either breaking ranks, or going against the grain, and that the other birds are growing anxious because of it."<br />
<br />
"Well met, Whispers-in-the-Ears-of-Allies. We bring the gift of this key, a symbol of old secrets, that we may convey our appreciation for you and yours." Ethan pauses, and clears his throat. "If the gift is inadequate it is only ignorance, not lack of respect. We haven't been at this very long. If we could have brought a better, please correct us, so that in the future our gifts will be more pleasing. We seek, well...whispers. Information. About two women, and a shop that is not far from here."<br />
<br />
He names the address of the shop, though admittedly, he's not...100 sure the address is the right marker to use for spirits.<br />
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"In a strip mall next to a 7-11 over yonder," he says, gesturing over yonder.<br />
<br />
He's not real sure that 7-11 landmark is the right marker to use, either.<br />
<br />
Erina appears to be paying attention to Whispers-in-the-Ears-of-Allies. But she's watching the other spirits out of the corner of her eye because that behavior is curious to her. Right now, she's content to let Ethan speak, since she's not sure he's wrong. She does raise an eyebrow at the use of the word 'yonder', but that only gets a slight smile from her, just barely touching the corners of her mouth.<br />
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The crow-spirit continues glancing at the key furtively, but makes no move toward it just yet. There are, after all, older laws and traditions that keep him in check. "You seek to buy information," Whispers repeats back, ensuring that both parties understand the nature of the bargain being made. "About the *yagjongsang*." He lifts his chin up, a measure of pride in that look, showing off that he *knows things* about what Ethan speaks. His chest even puffs out a little bit, though he stops short of strutting. "Ask your questions, wolf-children," he starts, "and we shall see if the price you offer merits the answer you seek."<br />
<br />
There's a whisper starting among the trees now, the bird spirits chittering back and forth to one another in a susurrus of First Tongue. This entire exchange is making them deeply unhappy. Or uneasy. Or both. The tension growing in the air is practically palpable.<br />
<br />
Ethan glances briefly at the unhappy crow spirits, his hackles rising a little. A glance at Erina, and a slight wince of worry, but he gets on with the questions. Might as well get as many as the other crows will let them get away with. He tries to phrase these carefully, knowing that certain turns of words could lead them with answers that are less than useless *and* a debt yet to pay.<br />
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"What is the nature of the *yagjongsang?*"<br />
<br />
He works hard to pronounce that word just as Whispers did.<br />
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"What is the nature of the spirit that guards her shop?"<br />
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A pause. "What was the intention behind the duck-on-a-stick that was watching my truck in the real world? What is the nature of ASA Alicia Monrose, who seems to hold Ae-cha Seonbae in such high regard? What is the purpose of the Glyphs carved outside the shop so very furiously?"<br />
<br />
This time his glance at Erina is just to see if she's thought of any questions he hasn't.<br />
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"Why is Alicia Monrose acting so strangely?" asks Erina, after she hears the full list of questions that Ethan has. After all, it's what started this whole thing, why not ask the obvious? She offers a small smile at Ethan, afterwards, for giving her that offer of asking. "And if our offering is not enough for these questions, what offering *would* be?"<br />
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Whispers looks almost taken aback at the stream of questions, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "All of that you seek," he starts, "and yet you offer a single key to something unknown?" He gives a shake of his head. "You ask far too much for the thing you bring to barter." He looks practically insulted, but doesn't take more than a step or two back, glancing over his shoulder at the other bird-spirits in the trees, contemplating.<br />
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"The yagjongsang is a *yagjongsang*, foolish wolf-child. What else could it be?" Whispers shakes his head, then glances to Erina like she might have lost her mind. "All humans act strangely. Killing what need not be killed, using what need not be used, tossing away what can be saved. Giving away secrets." He takes another step back, laughter from the treeline now -- apparently someone back there is finding this amusing, even though Whispers looks torn between bolting back and staying his ground.<br />
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Ethan holds up his hands, wincing. Okay, note to self, one gift per question next time. It's a learning experience if nothing else. "I humbly beg your pardon, Whispers-in-the-Ears-of-Allies, for this faux pas," he says. <br />
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He sifts through, at least the mood has changed to humor. Humor isn't the worst thing. Humor isn't spirits who are bolting or who are attacking or who are going to get something bigger to eat them. He eliminates the *yagjongsang* question; they can look up that word later. <br />
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The duck...probably not that important. Or possibly very important. But it really could have been just some rando thing to warn him off, too.<br />
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The glyphs...mmm. He can always have Erina try to read them later, as she's better with languages and might be able to make heads or tails out of the furious handwriting. That ancient, dangerous-feeling spirit, now...<br />
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"How about you just tell us about that spirit she's got hanging out at the shop," Ethan suggests. "The one that feels so old and disciplined?"<br />
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Ask a spirit about the spirit, that seems logical, right?<br />
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Erina looks annoyed. "Oh. He's jerking us around," says Erina, sotto voce. She looks up 'yagjongsang' on her phone, because why not, and the second Google hit, she says, "A yagjongsang is an apothecary, Ethan." Then she looks back at the spirit. "You didn't tell us what you would consider a suitable offering, don't think I missed that." She's clearly fine with playing bad cop.<br />
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Whispers turns to Ethan first, giving a small nod of satisfaction as the wolf reins in some of his questions. "A more equi--"<br />
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But the spirit turns to Erina, then, its features practically turning to stone in outright disapproval. If it looked insulted before, it looks ten times moreso now. "You came seeking *favor*, Daughter of Luna's Half-Hidden Face," he answers with that air of put-upon patience. Spirits normally aren't *this* patient, but he keeps giving furtive glances back toward the treeline -- perhaps, given the general commotion there, he has as much to lose if this falls through as the wolves do. "One does not demand a price when seeking favor. They offer a payment they believe to be of equal value to the thing they are seeking. As a show of respect to the one they seek favor from." The spirits mouth presses tightly. "But in the spirit of -- cooperation," he suggests, "perhaps you would be willing to offer a secret for a secret? Something of value? And then I can determine what that information is worth in exchange?" It seems that this spirit has no small degree of pride -- but also isn't stupid enough to walk away from something potentially lucrative over a few missteps, unlike some of his brethren.<br />
<br />
The noise in the trees is growing louder, and the rustling sounds suggest no small degree of agitation.<br />
<br />
The Daughter of Luna's Half-Hidden Face has been offered an inroad into a negotiation, and Ethan steps back with a bow to let her do it. For one thing, maybe that will give him a moment to listen to the chatter in the trees. And to maybe think on if *he* has a secret worth offering, that he can give without causing harm to someone, if Erina does not, or can't work out a better bargain. Calming the angry masses back there seems like it might be worthwhile, if he can work out a way to do it. And it will give the mediator a moment to...well...to mediate.<br />
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Erina considers the spirit and then says, "You're right, Whispers-in-the-Ears-of-Allies. I overstepped. I'm sorry. I willingly offer you a secret for your own, but only one I have the right to share. I cannot offer someone else's secret. May I respectfully suggest we take a few steps away so that I can give you one? I promise you, no harm will come to you from me during these few minutes. Or during this meeting." She looks embarrassed, she didn't actually mean to make things worse, but if telling him something she can tell will fix it? She can do that, too.<br />
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The stony expression on Whispers face melts away as the werewolves seem to go back to where they were before, eyes brightening. "A minor thing, not worthy of remembering," he assures the pair in that all-is-forgiven-and-right-with-the-world voice. This spirit is easier to appease than some others, at least. He gives Erina a nod. "So offered, and accepted," he agrees. "Your word is trusted as binding, Half-Moon Daughter." He takes a few steps away from Ethan, giving Erina a chance to follow and state what's on her mind out of earshot for the other wolf.<br />
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Which gives Ethan the eavesdropping opportunity that he wants, as well. Picking up on what's being said is a touch more complicated than it might otherwise seem, given the sheer number of conversations seemingly happening at once. But the central tenet of the messages is largely the same -- it seems that Whispers is doing something the others consider reckless, dangerous -- even treasonous, in treating with the wolves, which they see as little better than sworn enemies, even if they *do* come abiding by the old laws. There's clearly a history there. And enough bad blood that there's a very real chance more could spill in the near future, if the crowd in the trees get their hackles up much higher.<br />
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Even if Ethan weren't worried about bloodshed, it doesn't sit right with him to leave relations...quite this bad. So he actually wanders away from Erina and Whispers a little bit, trusting that the deal will be done here. Instead he finds a bench to sit on near the crows, sort of perpindicular to them. In a way that suggests no threat. Not even looking at them.<br />
<br />
But he projects his voice to reach the seats in the back, so to speak.<br />
<br />
"This story is true," he begins, and pauses to see if he has captured the attention of the crowd, if he's got them even a little intrigued. He doesn't expect to heal an entire blood feud with one dadgum yarn, but maybe he can ease tensions *today*, and maybe he can leave them with a little better taste in their mouths so that they deal more happily with *his* pack, at least.<br />
<br />
Or at least stall and entertain them long enough to ensure that a fight doesn't break out.<br />
<br />
Erina follows the spirit in question, until he stops. When he does, she leans in, hands behind her back, and whispers something to him. It takes a little while, involves a few suppressed chuckles, and when she's done, she leans back and raises her eyebrows in question. Was that enough?<br />
<br />
The chorus in the trees quiets ever so slightly as Ethan announces those words. The ones that always mean that a story is coming, one probably worthy of listening too when spun by a Son of the Pregnant Moon, ready to give birth to whatever fascinating wonders of words come associated with the blessings of that auspice. There is still tension and agitation -- but now a small amount of distraction as well.<br />
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Whispers, though, leans in, accepting the whisper back from Erina. His brows raise as he considers what she whispers, black eyes widening a bit as he gives a slow nod, the smile on his face broadening. "I see," he considers, looking to Erina. "A worthy offering indeed," he answers, considering his answers in turn. Leaning back in, he whispers carefully:<br />
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"The guardian spirit is old and powerful, and dedicated to guarding the family of that bloodline since their days across the shining sea, brought here as part of its continuing duty. If attacked, it will fight -- but the family has forgotten the proper rites and forms of address. The spirit is poorly rewarded for its service, though continues its service so long as it is compensated at all. It will fight -- but is unlikely to do so *enthusiastically*..."<br />
<br />
Ethan feels a stab of excitement. He *loves* his auspice and his job, and he starts his yarn.<br />
<br />
"Back in the 70s, out in the Achafalaya basin," he says, "there lived a Storm Lord named Remy Deedless. He'd made it into the Storm Lords sure enough, but his initiation'd been so rough and tough that he never got around to topping it. Eventually his own pack just goes and exiles him, and he retreats to this little shack out in the bayou. But the bayou's a wonderous place in the Shadow, and he went just about every day to enjoy the sights, the sounds, the smells. Which is why he was in the right place and the right time to see a Nutria named Dirtiest Swamp Rat *bust* up out of the trees, trailing Spanish moss up out of its *six wings.* Three pairs, none alike. Well of course no nutria ever had wings, so he went chasing after it. Course, the Crow spirits already done knew about it. Dirtiest Swamp Rat had stolen from Heron, and from Pelican, and from Sparrow, all because he wanted to fly, and he was hungry for even more wings. He had to be stopped before he stitched all the wings of all the birds right onto his hairy, dirty back. Well, as these things happen, the leader of the murder, Keen Eyed Joe, he and Remy Deedless entered the same Old Hollow Cypress in the Shadow trying to get answers about where Nutria was holed up to do his stitching, and whether he had more wings to stitch on, and it very nearly came to blows. But just as Joe had his talons on Remy's balls and Remy had his throat on Joe's neck, they hear a shriek and see that dadgum nutria'd already cornered himself the Hawk. So they look at each other, and they nod at each other, and they bust up out of that old cypress tree, and they go tearing after nutria together, and save that Hawk's life. Well, after that they decided they might as well work together to take down Dirtiest Swamp Rat."<br />
<br />
He is getting into it now, having a grand old time telling the tale, and it's just full New Orleans accent for everyone now.<br />
<br />
"They waited one day and one night while Nutria hid from them, using the information from the old Hollow Cypress to wait just outside his lair. And when he emerged, Deedless, he calls down the storm and the thunder to ground that dirty Nutria and force him back to the ground, and Keen Eyed Joe, he leads his murder to go right for his eyes and his heart. Then Deedless, he jump in, and he rips those wings right off, but carefully, at the seams. And as the murder takes Nutria down, they're hungry, so they have themselves a little light lunch. And Deedless lays the wings out and he waits. And they suddenly look up, thinking that oid dumb wolf child was gonna eat those wings. And when they saw he hadn't, Joe said: Why didn't you eat the wings? And Deedless said: well number one, they ain't mine. And number two, nutria don't taste good in nothin' but gumbo anyway. The crows, now, had such a good laugh over that they told that joke for months, and that's how Remy Deedless became Remy Gumbo, and went on to become a respected elder in his days. And Remy himself told of the Crow's ferocity, so much so that the Storm Lords in South Louisiana, they sure know they don't go messin' with crows ever unless they wanna have themselves a bad day. And the rest of the Nutria? Well they sure never tried to fly again...and I hear tell to this day every one of 'em hides when Crows are around."<br />
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Erina stares at the Crow Spirit and says, quietly, "You honor me. May I share this secret with my pack? This information...thank you. It is far more than I expected after my blunder." She nods over at Ethan, happily telling stories to all who'll listen, looking like he's reveling in it. She's only catching a word, here and there, but damn if she doesn't want to get him to tell that story to her later.<br />
<br />
One by one the crows go silent as Ethan relates his story, the whispering dying down until only silence remains. Every pair of eyes and ears is directed his way, drinking in this story that they clearly have not heard before. Something freely offered, honoring the spirits of the Crow for their cunning and guile, bravery, ferocity. Even Whispers gets that puffed-up look again as Ethan goes on, pride swelling up in him as the story goes on.<br />
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A nod to Erina then. "You've shown yourself to be honorable," he tells her. "And a minor mistake is forgivable, so long as learning comes from it. And you seem to have learned. I trust in the future you'll continue to show yourself a Daughter of the Half-Hidden Moon."<br />
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"As for the information..." He shrugs. "Your bartered for it fairly. It's now yours to do with as you please. But the value of a secret lessens the more know it. Be sure that you're willing to spend that currency, if you tread down that path. Spread too thin, and you won't be able to use it in the future. It stops being *secret*. Loses its flavor."<br />
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When it's over, Ethan shoots them a smile, and then leaves it at that. Spotlight off, performance done, he rises, hearing that Erina has concluded her negotiations. He'll breathe his silent sigh of relief over the way that went when they're back out of here and on safer ground. For now he just focuses on avoiding any more missteps, letting Erina handle the final pleasantries. He's not about to jinx it now that it's going well!<br />
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"I will keep your advice in mind, Whispers-in-the-Ear-of-Allies. And next time, we'll bring better offerings." Erina's already thinking of things to bring, clearly, just in case. "Shall we rejoin our comrades?" She gestures with her off-hand, as non-threatening as it gets, and waits for the spirit to join her as they go back to Ethan.<br />
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Whispers looks puffed-up enough to float away on the breeze. A concluded bargain with the werewolves, and the whispers from the trees silenced. He looks back at his own Umia, chest sticking out slightly. Apparently, whatever happened here gained him something there, as there are several grudging nods to the bird-spirit. "I look forward to your return, Children of the Wolf-Father," he tells them both, moving over to join Ethan once more. "You honor us with your story, freely given, Son of the Pregnant Moon. We shall remember this in the future." Whatever threat was coming from the trees earlier seems to have passed for now, and Ethan and Erina have at least part of what they came for.<br />
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Whispers seems to consider the wolves a second, head cocking to the side in that curious, bird-like way. "A secret," he offers. "Freely given in turn. You might find something unexpected in your search -- and you may not find what you expect. You don't see all the parts, and see substance in shadow. Be careful of the assumptions you make."<br />
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"Farewell, Whispers," Ethan says warmly. But he's also thinking about what the crow had to *say.* Ethan tilts his head at that, thoughtful. It's a good warning---about assumptions, that is---and he finds himself downgrading his working theory. But he'll have to go have a think about that one.<br />
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For now? He murmurs to Erina: "Let's head out while the heading out is good. Maybe we can grab a coffee and brainstorm what we can do to find out more?"<br />
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An upper-middle class neighborhood full of detached homes and green spaces, North Park is home to a mix of wealthy immigrant communities from Korea Taking the name from the novel Norwood, this area is largely residential; single family homes and a few condominiums making up the majority of the homes here. Unlike many of the other Far North districts, Norwood Park is still largely homogeneous, with minority communities of Hispanic, Scandinavian and Serbian families here and there. A number of the precincts mandate an alcohol-free lifestyle, with the first liquor store in 50 years only opening in 2016. Many businesses still do not serve alcohol, and when they do there are minimum prices and restrictions around serving hours.<br><br><br />
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Bordering 87th and 95th, the locals of the area are more likely to call it "Pill Hill". This area is filled with manicured lawns, hedges, swimming pools, recycling bins, and well kept homes - signs of being more affluent parts of the African American community. Low crime rates and well tended parks show the welcoming nature of this area. The general population is older with few if any "For Sale" signs.<br><br><br />
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The Pulse - Nightclub<br><br />
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Theater District<br><br />
Millennium Park - Contains one (1) Bean<br><br />
Grant Park - Activity Park and Art Institute<br><br />
Cook County Morgue<br><br />
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Police Station<br><br />
Magnificent Mile - Luxury Businesses<br><br />
John Hancock Center - Office Space and Bar 94<br><br />
Drake Hotel <br><br />
Navy Pier - Rivals Coney Island<br><br />
Excelsior Arms - Apartments<br><br />
Omega Tower<br><br />
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Shedd Aquarium<br><br />
Adlet Planetarium<br><br />
Fireside Pizza - Neutral Gathering Place<br><br />
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=== '''McKinley Park''' ===<br />
Vice Tattoo<br><br />
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Lyons Investigations<br />
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Booze and Broads - Tur in the Backroom<br />
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Blackwell Apartments<br><br />
Docs' Pad - Bar<br><br />
Mercy Hospital<br />
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=== '''Bridgeport''' ===<br />
Guaranteed Rate Field - Sports Stadium<br />
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=== '''Douglas''' ===<br />
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Sky Goddess Coffee<br><br />
University of Chicago<br><br />
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Bright Willow Apartments<br><br />
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Peachtree Tower - Apartments<br><br />
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Family Medicine<br />
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=== '''Morgan Park''' ===<br />
Molly O'Malley's - Pub<br><br />
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=== '''Hegeswisch''' ===<br />
=== '''Pullman''' ===<br />
=== '''Riverdale''' ===<br />
=== '''Roseland''' ===<br />
Al Raby Center - Homeless Help<br><br />
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=== '''South Deering''' ===<br />
=== '''West Pullman''' ===<br />
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El Encantamiento - Cigar Shop<br />
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Eternity, Inc<br><br />
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United Center<br />
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Theater District<br><br />
Millennium Park - Contains one (1) Bean<br><br />
Grant Park - Activity Park and Art Institute<br><br />
Cook County Morgue<br><br />
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=== '''Near North''' ===<br />
Police Station<br><br />
Magnificent Mile - Luxury Businesses<br><br />
John Hancock Center - Office Space and Bar 94<br><br />
Drake Hotel <br><br />
Navy Pier - Rivals Coney Island<br><br />
Excelsior Arms - Apartments<br><br />
Omega Tower<br><br />
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=== '''Near South''' ===<br />
Shedd Aquarium<br><br />
Adlet Planetarium<br><br />
Fireside Pizza - Neutral Gathering Place<br><br />
Soldier Field - Allthing Location<br />
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=== '''Chicago Lawn''' ===<br />
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Abandoned Graveyard<br />
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=== '''Englewood''' ===<br />
=== '''Gage Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Garfield Ridge''' ===<br />
=== '''McKinley Park''' ===<br />
Vice Tattoo<br><br />
Garden of Thorns - BDSM club<br />
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=== '''New City''' ===<br />
Lyons Investigations<br />
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=== '''West Elsdon''' ===<br />
=== '''West Englewood''' ===<br />
Booze and Broads - Tur in the Backroom<br />
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Rook and Crown - Occult Shop<br><br />
Blackwell Apartments<br><br />
Docs' Pad - Bar<br><br />
Mercy Hospital<br />
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=== '''Bridgeport''' ===<br />
Guaranteed Rate Field - Sports Stadium<br />
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=== '''Douglas''' ===<br />
=== '''Fuller Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Grand Boulevard''' ===<br />
=== '''Grand Crossing''' ===<br />
=== '''Hyde Park''' ===<br />
Sky Goddess Coffee<br><br />
University of Chicago<br><br />
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=== '''Kenwood''' ===<br />
=== '''Oakland''' ===<br />
Bright Willow Apartments<br><br />
Oakland Beach<br><br />
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=== '''South Shore''' ===<br />
=== '''Washington Park''' ===<br />
Turning Leaf center - Youth Shelter<br />
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=== '''Woodlawn''' ===<br />
Old Slaughterhouse - South Praxis Elysium<br><br />
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Peachtree Tower - Apartments<br><br />
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Family Medicine<br />
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Molly O'Malley's - Pub<br><br />
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=== '''Hegeswisch''' ===<br />
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=== '''Riverdale''' ===<br />
=== '''Roseland''' ===<br />
Al Raby Center - Homeless Help<br><br />
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=== '''South Deering''' ===<br />
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=== '''Forest Glen''' ===<br />
=== '''Jefferson Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Lincoln Square''' ===<br />
=== '''North Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Norwood Park''' ===<br />
=== '''O'Hare''' ===<br />
BRIGHT - Neutral Hotel and Lounge<br><br />
Phil's Pawn and Payday Loan<br />
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=== '''Roger's Park''' ===<br />
El Encantamiento - Cigar Shop<br />
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Eternity, Inc<br><br />
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=== '''Belmont Cragin''' ===<br />
=== '''Dunning''' ===<br />
Brownstone Apartments<br />
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=== '''Hermosa''' ===<br />
=== '''Irving Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Montclare''' ===<br />
=== '''Portage Park''' ===<br />
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=== '''Avondale''' ===<br />
=== '''Lakeview''' ===<br />
Jane Byrne's Shelter - Shelter<br><br />
The Tower - Office Space and Apartments<br><br />
Old Chicago Inn - Bed and Breakfast and Tur<br><br />
Wrigley Field - Sportsball Stadium<br><br />
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=== '''Lincoln Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Logan Square''' ===<br />
El Coyote Gordo<br><br />
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=== '''Lower West Side''' ===<br />
=== '''Near West Side''' ===<br />
United Center<br />
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=== '''North Lawndale''' ===<br />
=== '''South Lawndale''' ===<br />
=== '''West Garfield''' ===<br />
=== '''West Town''' ===<br />
Uncanny Franny's - Occult Goods<br><br />
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Block 37 - Apartments and North Praxis Elysium<br><br />
The Pulse - Nightclub<br><br />
Sears Tower - Shopping and Skydeck Fine Dining<br><br />
Theater District<br><br />
Millennium Park - Contains one (1) Bean<br><br />
Grant Park - Activity Park and Art Institute<br><br />
Cook County Morgue<br><br />
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=== '''Near North''' ===<br />
Police Station<br><br />
Magnificent Mile - Luxury Businesses<br><br />
John Hancock Center - Office Space and Bar 94<br><br />
Drake Hotel <br><br />
Navy Pier - Rivals Coney Island<br><br />
Excelsior Arms - Apartments<br><br />
Omega Tower<br><br />
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=== '''Near South''' ===<br />
Shedd Aquarium<br><br />
Adlet Planetarium<br><br />
Fireside Pizza - Neutral Gathering Place<br><br />
Soldier Field - Allthing Location<br />
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=== '''Archer Heights''' ===<br />
=== '''Brighton Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Chicago Lawn''' ===<br />
=== '''Clearing''' ===<br />
Abandoned Graveyard<br />
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=== '''Englewood''' ===<br />
=== '''Gage Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Garfield Ridge''' ===<br />
=== '''McKinley Park''' ===<br />
Vice Tattoo<br><br />
Garden of Thorns - BDSM club<br />
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=== '''New City''' ===<br />
Lyons Investigations<br />
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=== '''West Elsdon''' ===<br />
=== '''West Englewood''' ===<br />
Booze and Broads - Tur in the Backroom<br />
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=== '''West Lawn''' ===<br />
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=== '''Armour Square''' ===<br />
Rook and Crown - Occult Shop<br><br />
Blackwell Apartments<br><br />
Docs' Pad - Bar<br><br />
Mercy Hospital<br />
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=== '''Bridgeport''' ===<br />
Guaranteed Rate Field - Sports Stadium<br />
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=== '''Douglas''' ===<br />
=== '''Fuller Park''' ===<br />
=== '''Grand Boulevard''' ===<br />
=== '''Grand Crossing''' ===<br />
=== '''Hyde Park''' ===<br />
Sky Goddess Coffee<br><br />
University of Chicago<br><br />
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=== '''Kenwood''' ===<br />
=== '''Oakland''' ===<br />
Bright Willow Apartments<br><br />
Oakland Beach<br><br />
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=== '''South Shore''' ===<br />
=== '''Washington Park''' ===<br />
Turning Leaf center - Youth Shelter<br />
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=== '''Woodlawn''' ===<br />
Old Slaughterhouse - South Praxis Elysium<br><br />
The Abbatoir - BDSM club<br />
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=== '''East Side''' ===<br />
=== '''Hegeswisch''' ===<br />
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=== '''Riverdale''' ===<br />
=== '''Roseland''' ===<br />
Al Raby Center - Homeless Help<br><br />
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=== '''South Chicago''' ===<br />
=== '''South Deering''' ===<br />
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=== '''Auburn Gresham''' ===<br />
Peachtree Tower - Apartments<br><br />
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=== '''Beverly''' ===<br />
Family Medicine<br />
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=== '''Morgan Park''' ===<br />
Molly O'Malley's - Pub<br><br />
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=== '''Mount Greenwood''' ===<br />
=== '''Washington Heights''' ===<br />
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[[Category:Important]]</div>ShadowMasterhttp://cityofshadowsmux.com/index.php?title=Logs:North_Praxis_August_Court&diff=8913Logs:North Praxis August Court2022-08-22T04:34:17Z<p>ShadowMaster: </p>
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<div>{{Log<br />
|chars=[[Caleb]], [[Velathrix]], [[Cumani]], [[Faith]], [[Haliburton]], and [[Lilith]] as ST<br />
|gamedate=2022.08.21<br />
|location=North Praxis Elysium<br />
|categories=Vampire<br />
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+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Probably the result of living directly downstairs, it is damn near to the minute that Court is supposed to start when Cumani arrives, literally. Immaculately put together and in a scandalously revealing but tastefully covered up Zuhair Murad haute couture gown the color of blood covered in gold embellishments with matching Louboutin heels in gold, the red-soled shoes' straps covered in gilded spikes as they wrap across the toe and around the ankle. She looks around at length, then goes to a corner of the bar where the person serving apparently knows her by name already from frequent visits no doubt, ordering up a glass of lacrima before proceedings are set to start officially to have in hand.<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Entering with two large instrument cases, Velathrix is required to stop at the entry to have them checked by staff at the door. Cases removed from his person, Vel still wears a shorter sword near his hip, the hilt tied to the scabbard with a rather intricate knot of heavy leather cord, a silver emblem caught within the corded knot. The man himself wears a silk shirt of dark grey that has a very slight shimmer, black suit trousers adorn his legs with the bottoms loosened to cover the tops of his combat boots, leaving only the shiny, meticulously polished toes shining in the electric light of the room. His dark eyes sweep the room while stepping into the meeting area proper.<br />
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Approaching the bar, Velathrix gives the already arrived Cumani a nod in greeting, merely a pleasantry as he studies the lists of Lacrima for something specific.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Early bird gets the worm. Must be tequila night. <br />
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The doors of the top floor elevator open and Enrico arrives, dressed in a sharp suit that costs most families half a year's worth of rent. Flanked by two sets of twins, all four hot, blonde, and moving like they can handle themselves in a fight. Dressed in muted black, tailored suits, two of the four stay by the elevator. The other two pace to Enrico's unhurried steps towards the head of the huge boardroom table where his black calfskin throne is. A far cry from Tillo's throne of rebar and bone beneath the city, but still a throne. He seems the youngest of the three by appearance, groomed to modern standards. "Evening. How is everyone tonight?" Brilliant smile, charming, practically hear the *tink* off his sparkly white teeth.<br />
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+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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In his arrival, Haliburton makes things understated. It's easy to miss him unless you're looking. He's chosen a black pinstripe suit with a green silk tie, looking sharp but simple. His walk is unaccompanied by arm candy or a soundtrack or any of those things, although he does have a Faith alongside him. Up until they crossed the threshold he was even chatting quietly with her, though he goes silent once they're inside. Rather than find a place to sit or perch or become one of the resident carrion birds, Hal politely waits for Faith to find her seat or standing spot first.<br />
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+----+ Caleb +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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And then fashionably or egregiously late, Caleb slips in and waits by the entrance, new, stranger to it all and still unsure if he can be there, let lone should be there. All alone but the look on his face isn't one that shows his uncertainty, or the smirk is there to hide it. If any look he lifts his right hand to give a little wave that comes with a nod.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith, is not dressed like Faith usually is. For once, there's actually /no/ hood. Hoody, jacket, or otherwise. The sunglasses are present, and a broad brimmed hat is set upon her head. An elegant satin black ballgown is the outfit she's chosen for the night, along with a little white clutch purse to accessorize with. She finds a table, upon Hal's waiting, rather than heading to the bar, glancing across the way at Cumani, and the less familiar Velathrix.<br />
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"Good evening, your Grace," she greets the Prince politely in return, no smile for the Nosferatu, and her gaze just habitually becoming ever so slightly downcast.<br />
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+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Once she sees where Enrico has chosen to enthrone himself, Cumani stands from her place at the bar, dipping into a graceful curtsey, carefully measured to the Ventrue, before rising, and taking her glass from the bartop again, then gliding over toward a chair to the right of his and not far off it at the boardroom table. "In anticipation," she murmurs in answer, "Of a chance to see whether or not there is proper support in my bid for Priscus, Your Grace." She offers Faith a little wiggle of her fingers in greeting<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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At the arrival of the Prince, Velathrix's gaze lifts from the Lacrima card to the man of the hour. Eyes settle, beast roiling as it is forced back down while his lips curl upwards slightly at the edges revealing the tips of long fangs there. Lacking breath, Velathrix then points to something almost at random on the card for the server and waits for the moment it takes to receive his drink. Halibruton and Faith, along with the late Caleb get a glance from the military cut man before he notes his other barmate moving towards the board table. Pursed lips ever so slight, he accepts his glass and then moves as well, measured steps cross the distance to the table and Velathrix will simply stand behind a chair nearer the middle of the table as it appears that he is either early, or their numbers will be light this evening. "Twould think a city such as this would have established such lines already, though it does provide opportunities for all, does it not?" he replies to Cumani's statement as well as the Prince's question.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Excellent, excellent." Did he even listen to the replies? Unbuttoning the jacket, Enrico gets comfortable on his seat, studying each in turn. "It IS a good evening, isn't it?" Saccharine. The sort of peppy bullshit tone that management uses before firing whomever they're speaking to five minutes later.<br />
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"Things have been interesting of late. Shifting sand getting in all the unpleasant places. It's good to see people organizing again." <br />
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He turns that charming smile on Cumani. "You're not one of mine. Who are you again?" Speaking while beckoning for Caleb to come and sit, with a vague finger flutter towards the bar. Get comfy, get a drink. Stop lurking.<br />
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+----+ Caleb +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Caleb, ever the wall flower, pushes off from the wall and the shadows and approaches. Glances around, he knows no one and he knows he's completely unfamiliar and he uses that as he cloak. "Yes Sir..." he offers in reply as he beckoned over, there weren't words to him, but still he replies. Then he finds a seat, settling in quietly, still at the edge of things, the student who comes to the lecture late but still wants to be by the door to slip out if he wants to. Then he turns to watch the goings on, people watching if nothing else.<br />
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+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Once he's gotten a nice seat, Hal steeples his hands and leans forward on his table. "Your Grace, on behalf of the Spear I offer a blessing upon this night's proceeding." Nice little thing to say. It doesn't really mean a lot. Haliburton isn't here with a mitre on waving incense around or anything. Thoughts and prayers.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith watches the Prince, setting her purse down on the table, and her hands coming together in a loose clasp after adjusting her hat for just a moment. Content, there's a thin smile forming on her lips as those dark glasses regard Enrico, and shifting to Cumani of course once she gains some attention from him. She's quiet as Hal offers a blessing, just watching the proceedings for the moment.<br />
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+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"I'm not?" Cumani asks. "I swore an Oath of Fealty to you," she says, "If you should care to double check with whomever keeps records, Your Grace." She does not seem remotely put off by Enrico's manner. If anything, all it does is shift any manner of friendliness back into a veneer that says 'business first and only', neutrality. "I should not be surprised, though, if you had not been informed, as I was also waiting on the feeding grounds my Oath of Serfdom should have granted, and so I can only conclude you have a very lacking go-between, Your Grace." Her politeness never waivers for a moment, and she lifts the glass of lacrima to sip from it. "Cumani Bellecourt, or Lady Cumani Bellecourt, I'm no Notary to understand if Titles are included in Oaths recorded."<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Velathrix's gaze shifts ever so slightly from person to person as they are called to the table and join the Prince that earns a narrowing of Velathrix' eyes as the man appears to miss things, intentionally, or not. "The Spear, most interesting, I'd curiously wonder the Second's thoughts upon the intermingling that happens to such a degree in this city... Praxis aside, I refer to the unclean and kine," he muses to Haliburton's blessing before he casually reaches down and crushes the left armrest of his chair, popping it off the chair like an offensive loose hair on a pristine uniform. Casually turning, he offers the crushed piece of furniture to a nearby servant. Once relieved he shifts the sword at his hip, and settles into the chair, now that he can. Fingers rest upon the top of the table as he watches the others.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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One of the two blonde twins leans down to murmur near Enrico's ear. There's a faint nod, followed by a dismissive gesture. "Right, right." Tone distracted. "Fires are about to drive me bonkers, you know? Got a lot on my mind. Like: should I keep trying to support the neutrality of Central, or should I throw my weight behind Mister Drasche in helping to take it over and drag it into the umbrella of the North Praxis."<br />
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"Blessings? Why thank you. How is the uh..." Enrico flaps a hand, "the stabbing and impaling thing going? Business good?"<br />
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"Business..." Chasing his own thought train, Enrico sits up, leaning to the other side in the only properly comfortable chair in the room. "I'm getting tired of cleaning up after Protz's messes. for too long he's held the first place among us, and now look at the damage his negligence has caused the city. Millions in damage. It's going to take months to rebuild, and that's AFTER this thing that slipped it's leash is taken care of. We need to knock him down a few pegs. Getting the Primogen and Priscus counsels rebuilt will help, but I want to pin the tail on the donkey. Do we know where Raul stands?" Failing to bother with titles as a form of insult.<br />
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When the arm of the chair is torn off, Enrico stiffens, staring at Velathrix a long moment, Beast coiling under the surface - no doubt calculating the cost of replacing that chair.<br />
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+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Stabbings are up, your Grace. Impalings are proceeding apace." remarks Hal, glancing aside to Faith for some reason and adding a half-shrug along with it. He looks toward Velathrix to add, "The reality of things as they are must be dealt with on its own terms. Intermingling is the nature of the world, the kine are necessary to our existence, and ultimately we are all unclean. Some are just less unclean than others." He does keep his thoughts about subjects that upset the Prince to himself for now, though. Very much to himself.<br />
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Faith sits straight-backed, watching Cumani speak with absolutely no expression whatsoever, with only a brief glance at the sound of furniture being destroyed. She glances sidelong at Hal, head tilting just slightly at that, and then sets her glasses once again on the Prince. "Tillo's talking about getting you and all the other leaders," she waves a hand, "into calling down Blood Hunts on the Pure? And he's offering Coins for Pure pelts, so that's pretty much a confession that he can't handle his own mess." She rolls her shoulders, only too happy to offer information to Enrico, though it doesn't exactly show on her face. "Raul on the other hand, is looking for anything and everything he can use against Tillo too."<br />
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+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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With a deep, solemn nod of understanding, Cumani looks to Enrico and speaks bluntly, "The other two are consistently playing pin the tail on each other using the Wolves as a go between, and the Wolves are fattening up nicely off of our Coin because they actually work together, and are willing to take from both sides to do so while either one tries to sell the other down the river, in front of anyone who watches." Her shoulders lift in a slow shrug. "Each seems to think the Wolves are helping them to the detriment of the other but neither are getting actual help and it's to the detriment of both, the Wolves are of course following their own agenda and cleaning up, Your Grace." She takes a slow sip of her lacrima again. Oh look, at the right Court, Cumani can actually volunteer information.<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Quite," Velathrix responds to Haliburton, though he does not appear entirely pleased with the answer, but nods all the same. Hand settling down upon the glass of lacrima he had brought, he raises it slowly to take a small sniff before sipping it, tasting it fully before the glass is politely set back down. His eyes shift though, a subtle, yet obvious widening as his fangs slip past his lips at Faith's announcement of a Blood Hunt for the Pure, "Now there's some Unclean that could properly be dealt with," his smile is nearly sinister in its delight at the prospect. As the conversation continues into the politics of the situation, Vel's delight fades to a rather more neutral expression with each sentence that does not speak of hunting Pure. Another sip from his glass and he looks to the others, "Have the hunters gathered for such things, or do the beasts turn away at such worthy prey?"<br />
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Caleb, there, watching, listening, still and unflinching as things go on, furniture wrecked, he's just the student in the back of the classroom as the lecture goes on. Then he leans forward and pays closer attention finally. Fingers drumming on his left leg, tapping his thigh and then he clears his throat and raises his right arm a bit, asking for permission to speak before he opens his mouth. "This might be silly of me to ask, and Caleb, Caleb Ichabod Chisolm...." then he clears his throat and adds, "Carthian..." more softly before he goes on. "Is this proposal one with some unity or is this more of a area effort? For thee entire city behind it, no? For as has been said, the wolves work together, so do you? We?"<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Good, good. I love hearing about things on the upswing. Keep up the good work." Enrico encourages of Haliburton's impaling efforts. One of the women by the elevator moves to fetch the ruined chair arm, scowling faintly. No doubt someone's going to pay for that destruction later.<br />
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"Blood Hunts are interesting. But if he's calling for one on the unAccorded wolves, then I imagine he's going to be willing to make it ~convenient~ for us to agree, don't you think?" Steepling his fingers, Enrico nods. "We should turn efforts towards courting Raul. See if we can get terms of truce out of him and put our mutual desire to see Tillo eat crow to use." <br />
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"Mmm. The city is layers built on layers. We all dance around the laws of the Accord, we all dance around Territory and Praxis and chase status and footing. In some ways, we very much work together. In others..." The finish to the sentence is just a smirk and a flash of fang behind mostly closed lips. "Tillo cares only about keeping the things in the basement IN the basement. Raul only cares about the human he can save... to fatten for slaughter to fill our bellies. And I? I'm the only one seeking to build a proper empire that will last until the city itself falls. The problem is, no one ever has quite enough clout to overturn a throne..."<br />
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+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Of course," murmurs Haliburton quietly, perhaps in response to the Prince, perhaps Velathrix. Most likely both. More loudly and for public ears, he adds, "I know how to exterminate the vermin." Beat. "I'm about ninety-percent sure I could present a plan that would work. The plan has two resolvable issues and one major risk."<br />
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Casually the Sanctified just drops that there about his plan for localized focused genocide.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"He wants a blood hunt and he's offering Coins for Pure hides, I'd say that Tillo is looking everywhere he can for some way out of his situation. So I'd say he's well on his way to making it convenient for us." Faith supplies to the Prince with a nod. She doesn't have that same casual ease as the Prince, but she does sound for all the world like a woman in board room. "If we can get Raul on board for something like this, it would definitely be able to put the pressure on him."<br />
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She glances aside to Caleb for a moment, considering the Carthian before offering: "No one likes the Pure, but I wouldn't say we're all working together on it. Not yet, anyway. It might happen." She shrugs, then there's a finally a break in her expression, a cruel little smile that finds its way onto her lips and Hal announces that he has A Plan.<br />
Long distance to (Faith, Cumani): Lilith >.> I'm so happy that a couple of people are picking up on all the different layers<br />
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There is a frown at Caleb when Cumani hears the word Carthian, but a nod of agreement at the question of working together. She tells him then, "I believe it will rest on Prisci and Primogen to work on unification of various subgroups while the boundaries of who calls what Territory theirs change around the people that are actually claiming Praxis over them," she volunteers softly. "There is a reason why the titles are not localized by Praxis, and that is because things would be so fractured that they would be meaningless. Now, Covenant and Covenant are likely to go against one another, but with a strong handle by those handling Clans, Clans might have a chance of doing meaningful work. Though with that said, any effort that requires unity also requires manpower to actually back it, otherwise it is just more meaningless pretense and scrambling for titles." And she looks over at Haliburton a moment, a long moment. Eyes penetrating as if to look through him, before shifting back to Enrico, breaking away with intent from the Sanctified after several seconds. She nods agreement at Enrico, and adds, "Nor would it do any good to upset just one of them. A three legged stool is better than a two legged stool, a two legged stool will fall over. And things will only no doubt grow more vicious and worse on those on the ground when it does." Not if. When.<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"The assumption that three Princes form a stool is one that should be carefully considered, as I believe it is wrong. We Kindred are few in this city, and spreading our allegiances thin across three different pillars, results in three weakened armies that are outnumbered by all other denizens that wander this city. We shall fracture ourselves to the point of weakness for all the other hounds to come a calling... let us not forget that while some Accords hold, there are still other things out there..." Velathrix notes with a small shake of his head. He looks to Haliburton and gives the man a toothy smile, "I would be most curious to discuss such plans should you be willing outside of this meeting," he offers, giving a nod to the others as well.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Werewolves aren't your common street walker - they don't go down easy." Enrico quips, drumming his fingers on the table before sitting up and forward more. "It's far easier to sway a counsel than the entire city to a cause." He adds, nodding to Cumani and Faith. "and I'm not sure I can get behind the two legged stool, either. If we can somehow bring Raul's Praxis into the fold, then there will be top and bottom. Much more coin-like. And fitting."<br />
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"Now, tell me the ideas you have for handling these problems."<br />
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+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"To begin with, according to my friend," here Haliburton indicates Faith with a gesture of the hand, "the nuisance animals in question inhabit a deep part of the Undercity, concealed down there in what we'd commonly consider firmly Nosferatu territory. They're also most likely enjoying the company of what seems to be an aggressive fire-attuned spirit. Given those facts it allows a unique opportunity to borrow a page from our mortal aquaintances, who have pioneered the use of a gas known as H2S, or Hydrogen Sulfide. It's a heavier-than-air gas that sinks and displaces oxygen, going to the lowest point and there settling where it will asphyxiate anything that needs to breathe. It is my understanding that werewolves crave oxygen, while for beings like us it is optional."<br />
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Here Hal pauses, holding up a finger. "This is where the first difficulty presents itself. Sourcing that much H2S would be expensive and time consuming. I know it can be obtained from chemical plants and refineries, but we'd need contacts far away to obtain that. The next difficulty is not causing friendly casualties. For that we'd need to share the plan with Accorded allies so as not to cause undesireable bad blood between us and those who are not yet enemies. The major risk I mentioned before is that H2S is a flammable gas. There is a chance that this could cause a catastrophic problem should these werewolves and their pet fire-spirit make Very Bad Decisions. I have one possible response to this, however. Those of you who have been here since the 90's at least might remember we had a flood when a disused maintenance tunnel let the river flow directly into our Undercity..."<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith shifts slightly, glancing back at Enrico with a nod. "There's a Gangrel angling to become Raul's Scourge that's starting to put together some sort of ... hunting party, to go and claim some Pure and Tillo's coins besides, I've been working with on this. It's a start at bringing the two together on some level." She says quietly, then lapsing into the quiet as Hal starts to explain his plan, giving a single nod when she's mentioned.<br />
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+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"I will shortly be assisting my brother in looking into something which will help with the thing that... escaped the basement, so to speak," Cumani says. How she is helping, well, she looks over at Haliburton a long moment, and does not say, before looking back to Enrico, nodding at his use of the coin metaphor before continuing. "I've additionally hired a mortal who is in the know and has military experience and training and a /very/ bad history with werewolves that he has survived to assist me. We have to meet again about things, but that is in the future, and am looking to bring a ghoul to heel as well which can also be used against these... fire loving creatures without the complications that we ourselves face." She lifts her glass for another sip. "Additionally, my brother is looking into acquiring some tanks of liquid nitrogen that could possibly be used with regards to the fire spirit, though I believe he will need to find a new source for that, after some recent issues he's had with one of the employees of the man he was going to use to source it. That said, I believe there is a cryonics company around, so it can possibly be sourced there." She gives Faith a curious glance aside before looking back to Enrico, then.<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Velathrix gives the briefest of smiles as Haliburton outlines his plan after Enrico asks for it as well. There's a pause in his listening as he realizes the scope of such a plan. "Ah, to smoke them out, or to poison them in their own den, an option, for certain, though it does provide its own challenges as you say, not the least of which being that one cannot simply witness the look in their eyes as they realize that for all their spirit fueled strength, they cannot measure up, failing, and falling as each extremity is removed, one after the other..." he chuckles softly, dry and short before he sips from his glass once again. "The plans are varied, perhaps a team should be put together if we wish to pursue such things, for they fall under the Hunt of an outside Praxis..." Vel begins but then realizes something. "Lord Velathrix Mern Henalmite, Hunter of the First, Purge of the Unclean, and one quite interested in seeing this current predicament to its conclusion," he introduces himself for the others, and the Prince as well.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"The Pure don't get the protection of the Accord. They fend for themselves now that Tillo isn't covering for them." Enrico muses, then shakes his head. 'I'm not sure I can condone a plan that needs a spark to set the Undercity on fire again. There are those that think the fire demon has come out of the tear in reality because of the fires after the Black Ooze was destroyed. And an explosion would likely weaken the portion of the city build atop the ruins of what was burned in eighteen-seventy-one. Last thing we need to risk is a partial collapse of the city, or plague from all the rotting rats and vermin that would also die. There's an entire warren of homeless that call it home as well." Not that he -cares- about the cattle so much, but the kine care about kine and that'd be an awful lot of attention.<br />
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"Agreed. Form a council with goals."<br />
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"We want to take over the topside entirely, pulling Raul's Praxis into ours. We want to turn Raul against Tillo. Destroy the Pure to collect his coin, and maybe find a solution to the problem in the basement. If we can pull all of that off? Bingo. The city is our oyster."<br />
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+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Clearly Hal has no emotional investment in his suggestion, because he nods along and spreads his hands to admit, "I fully acknowledge the drawbacks and risks. It might bear consideration as a backup plan, should the wolves in question have any unexpected advantage we don't yet know about. What hasn't changed is that their geographic position is very poor, and they are vulnerable where they sit."<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith nods along with the various threads of thought, leaning back in her chair and considering. "We've got to get our hands on some silver that could be used against the wolves in the basement. For the spirit itself, that one lies outside of my area of expertise," the Nosferatu admits easily enough, glancing aside at Hal for whatever reason there, before looking onwards to Velathrix and considering his introduction. She's not one to let a fellow Invictus' introduction be left alone, and so she supplies, "A pleasure, Lord Henalmite. I am Madam Faith Wilson, Haunt of the First, and Au Pair."<br />
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+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Giving a dip of her head in response to Velathrix' introduction, Cumani offers a soft-spoken, "Pleased to meet you, Lord Velathrix," in turn. She nods thoughtfully, appreciative of Enrico's points about the kine below when they are brought about, expression thoughtful. "I mean, the silver isn't a problem is it? Every pawn shop and jewelry store in the city should have silver in abundance, but that is a good idea about utilizing it, Madam Wilson," Cumani says, with a look at Faith. "I can help fund acquiring as much of it as you like if you wish." She shrugs indifferently to the idea. "The liquid nitrogen I am at least hoping might be of use against a Fire spirit, given it freezes things. But again, that is why I am going to help my brother prod as to whether or not it has other exploitable weaknesses."<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"A council with a goal then. Rid the Pure from the lowers, prop up the Undercity and its head, with the encouragement that it shall form the traditional coinage of top and bottom. Let the last holdout topside be drawn within the fold, or removed from running so that the topside is united under one rule," Velathrix summarizes, while nodding to those whom responded to his introduction, a small fanged smile, "Madam Wilson," he replies. "When dealing with the unclean and those whom their suffer, a bane of a sort is often useful. The Second has often kept records of such things, or so my Grandsire has lead me to believe..." he offers, looking to Haliburton for confirmation. "Silver for the Pure is wonderful, dipping our blades and claws was a ritual we'd often undertake towards the end of the war..." he admits.<br />
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|gamedate=2022.08.21<br />
|location=North Praxis Elysium<br />
|categories=Vampire<br />
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+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Probably the result of living directly downstairs, it is damn near to the minute that Court is supposed to start when Cumani arrives, literally. Immaculately put together and in a scandalously revealing but tastefully covered up Zuhair Murad haute couture gown the color of blood covered in gold embellishments with matching Louboutin heels in gold, the red-soled shoes' straps covered in gilded spikes as they wrap across the toe and around the ankle. She looks around at length, then goes to a corner of the bar where the person serving apparently knows her by name already from frequent visits no doubt, ordering up a glass of lacrima before proceedings are set to start officially to have in hand.<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Entering with two large instrument cases, Velathrix is required to stop at the entry to have them checked by staff at the door. Cases removed from his person, Vel still wears a shorter sword near his hip, the hilt tied to the scabbard with a rather intricate knot of heavy leather cord, a silver emblem caught within the corded knot. The man himself wears a silk shirt of dark grey that has a very slight shimmer, black suit trousers adorn his legs with the bottoms loosened to cover the tops of his combat boots, leaving only the shiny, meticulously polished toes shining in the electric light of the room. His dark eyes sweep the room while stepping into the meeting area proper.<br />
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Approaching the bar, Velathrix gives the already arrived Cumani a nod in greeting, merely a pleasantry as he studies the lists of Lacrima for something specific.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Early bird gets the worm. Must be tequila night. <br />
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The doors of the top floor elevator open and Enrico arrives, dressed in a sharp suit that costs most families half a year's worth of rent. Flanked by two sets of twins, all four hot, blonde, and moving like they can handle themselves in a fight. Dressed in muted black, tailored suits, two of the four stay by the elevator. The other two pace to Enrico's unhurried steps towards the head of the huge boardroom table where his black calfskin throne is. A far cry from Tillo's throne of rebar and bone beneath the city, but still a throne. He seems the youngest of the three by appearance, groomed to modern standards. "Evening. How is everyone tonight?" Brilliant smile, charming, practically hear the *tink* off his sparkly white teeth.<br />
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+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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In his arrival, Haliburton makes things understated. It's easy to miss him unless you're looking. He's chosen a black pinstripe suit with a green silk tie, looking sharp but simple. His walk is unaccompanied by arm candy or a soundtrack or any of those things, although he does have a Faith alongside him. Up until they crossed the threshold he was even chatting quietly with her, though he goes silent once they're inside. Rather than find a place to sit or perch or become one of the resident carrion birds, Hal politely waits for Faith to find her seat or standing spot first.<br />
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+----+ Caleb +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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And then fashionably or egregiously late, Caleb slips in and waits by the entrance, new, stranger to it all and still unsure if he can be there, let lone should be there. All alone but the look on his face isn't one that shows his uncertainty, or the smirk is there to hide it. If any look he lifts his right hand to give a little wave that comes with a nod.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith, is not dressed like Faith usually is. For once, there's actually /no/ hood. Hoody, jacket, or otherwise. The sunglasses are present, and a broad brimmed hat is set upon her head. An elegant satin black ballgown is the outfit she's chosen for the night, along with a little white clutch purse to accessorize with. She finds a table, upon Hal's waiting, rather than heading to the bar, glancing across the way at Cumani, and the less familiar Velathrix.<br />
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"Good evening, your Grace," she greets the Prince politely in return, no smile for the Nosferatu, and her gaze just habitually becoming ever so slightly downcast.<br />
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+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Once she sees where Enrico has chosen to enthrone himself, Cumani stands from her place at the bar, dipping into a graceful curtsey, carefully measured to the Ventrue, before rising, and taking her glass from the bartop again, then gliding over toward a chair to the right of his and not far off it at the boardroom table. "In anticipation," she murmurs in answer, "Of a chance to see whether or not there is proper support in my bid for Priscus, Your Grace." She offers Faith a little wiggle of her fingers in greeting<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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At the arrival of the Prince, Velathrix's gaze lifts from the Lacrima card to the man of the hour. Eyes settle, beast roiling as it is forced back down while his lips curl upwards slightly at the edges revealing the tips of long fangs there. Lacking breath, Velathrix then points to something almost at random on the card for the server and waits for the moment it takes to receive his drink. Halibruton and Faith, along with the late Caleb get a glance from the military cut man before he notes his other barmate moving towards the board table. Pursed lips ever so slight, he accepts his glass and then moves as well, measured steps cross the distance to the table and Velathrix will simply stand behind a chair nearer the middle of the table as it appears that he is either early, or their numbers will be light this evening. "Twould think a city such as this would have established such lines already, though it does provide opportunities for all, does it not?" he replies to Cumani's statement as well as the Prince's question.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Excellent, excellent." Did he even listen to the replies? Unbuttoning the jacket, Enrico gets comfortable on his seat, studying each in turn. "It IS a good evening, isn't it?" Saccharine. The sort of peppy bullshit tone that management uses before firing whomever they're speaking to five minutes later.<br />
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"Things have been interesting of late. Shifting sand getting in all the unpleasant places. It's good to see people organizing again." <br />
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He turns that charming smile on Cumani. "You're not one of mine. Who are you again?" Speaking while beckoning for Caleb to come and sit, with a vague finger flutter towards the bar. Get comfy, get a drink. Stop lurking.<br />
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+----+ Caleb +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Caleb, ever the wall flower, pushes off from the wall and the shadows and approaches. Glances around, he knows no one and he knows he's completely unfamiliar and he uses that as he cloak. "Yes Sir..." he offers in reply as he beckoned over, there weren't words to him, but still he replies. Then he finds a seat, settling in quietly, still at the edge of things, the student who comes to the lecture late but still wants to be by the door to slip out if he wants to. Then he turns to watch the goings on, people watching if nothing else.<br />
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+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Once he's gotten a nice seat, Hal steeples his hands and leans forward on his table. "Your Grace, on behalf of the Spear I offer a blessing upon this night's proceeding." Nice little thing to say. It doesn't really mean a lot. Haliburton isn't here with a mitre on waving incense around or anything. Thoughts and prayers.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith watches the Prince, setting her purse down on the table, and her hands coming together in a loose clasp after adjusting her hat for just a moment. Content, there's a thin smile forming on her lips as those dark glasses regard Enrico, and shifting to Cumani of course once she gains some attention from him. She's quiet as Hal offers a blessing, just watching the proceedings for the moment.<br />
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+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"I'm not?" Cumani asks. "I swore an Oath of Fealty to you," she says, "If you should care to double check with whomever keeps records, Your Grace." She does not seem remotely put off by Enrico's manner. If anything, all it does is shift any manner of friendliness back into a veneer that says 'business first and only', neutrality. "I should not be surprised, though, if you had not been informed, as I was also waiting on the feeding grounds my Oath of Serfdom should have granted, and so I can only conclude you have a very lacking go-between, Your Grace." Her politeness never waivers for a moment, and she lifts the glass of lacrima to sip from it. "Cumani Bellecourt, or Lady Cumani Bellecourt, I'm no Notary to understand if Titles are included in Oaths recorded."<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Velathrix's gaze shifts ever so slightly from person to person as they are called to the table and join the Prince that earns a narrowing of Velathrix' eyes as the man appears to miss things, intentionally, or not. "The Spear, most interesting, I'd curiously wonder the Second's thoughts upon the intermingling that happens to such a degree in this city... Praxis aside, I refer to the unclean and kine," he muses to Haliburton's blessing before he casually reaches down and crushes the left armrest of his chair, popping it off the chair like an offensive loose hair on a pristine uniform. Casually turning, he offers the crushed piece of furniture to a nearby servant. Once relieved he shifts the sword at his hip, and settles into the chair, now that he can. Fingers rest upon the top of the table as he watches the others.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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One of the two blonde twins leans down to murmur near Enrico's ear. There's a faint nod, followed by a dismissive gesture. "Right, right." Tone distracted. "Fires are about to drive me bonkers, you know? Got a lot on my mind. Like: should I keep trying to support the neutrality of Central, or should I throw my weight behind Mister Drasche in helping to take it over and drag it into the umbrella of the North Praxis."<br />
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"Blessings? Why thank you. How is the uh..." Enrico flaps a hand, "the stabbing and impaling thing going? Business good?"<br />
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"Business..." Chasing his own thought train, Enrico sits up, leaning to the other side in the only properly comfortable chair in the room. "I'm getting tired of cleaning up after Protz's messes. for too long he's held the first place among us, and now look at the damage his negligence has caused the city. Millions in damage. It's going to take months to rebuild, and that's AFTER this thing that slipped it's leash is taken care of. We need to knock him down a few pegs. Getting the Primogen and Priscus counsels rebuilt will help, but I want to pin the tail on the donkey. Do we know where Raul stands?" Failing to bother with titles as a form of insult.<br />
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When the arm of the chair is torn off, Enrico stiffens, staring at Velathrix a long moment, Beast coiling under the surface - no doubt calculating the cost of replacing that chair.<br />
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+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Stabbings are up, your Grace. Impalings are proceeding apace." remarks Hal, glancing aside to Faith for some reason and adding a half-shrug along with it. He looks toward Velathrix to add, "The reality of things as they are must be dealt with on its own terms. Intermingling is the nature of the world, the kine are necessary to our existence, and ultimately we are all unclean. Some are just less unclean than others." He does keep his thoughts about subjects that upset the Prince to himself for now, though. Very much to himself.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith sits straight-backed, watching Cumani speak with absolutely no expression whatsoever, with only a brief glance at the sound of furniture being destroyed. She glances sidelong at Hal, head tilting just slightly at that, and then sets her glasses once again on the Prince. "Tillo's talking about getting you and all the other leaders," she waves a hand, "into calling down Blood Hunts on the Pure? And he's offering Coins for Pure pelts, so that's pretty much a confession that he can't handle his own mess." She rolls her shoulders, only too happy to offer information to Enrico, though it doesn't exactly show on her face. "Raul on the other hand, is looking for anything and everything he can use against Tillo too."<br />
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+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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With a deep, solemn nod of understanding, Cumani looks to Enrico and speaks bluntly, "The other two are consistently playing pin the tail on each other using the Wolves as a go between, and the Wolves are fattening up nicely off of our Coin because they actually work together, and are willing to take from both sides to do so while either one tries to sell the other down the river, in front of anyone who watches." Her shoulders lift in a slow shrug. "Each seems to think the Wolves are helping them to the detriment of the other but neither are getting actual help and it's to the detriment of both, the Wolves are of course following their own agenda and cleaning up, Your Grace." She takes a slow sip of her lacrima again. Oh look, at the right Court, Cumani can actually volunteer information.<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Quite," Velathrix responds to Haliburton, though he does not appear entirely pleased with the answer, but nods all the same. Hand settling down upon the glass of lacrima he had brought, he raises it slowly to take a small sniff before sipping it, tasting it fully before the glass is politely set back down. His eyes shift though, a subtle, yet obvious widening as his fangs slip past his lips at Faith's announcement of a Blood Hunt for the Pure, "Now there's some Unclean that could properly be dealt with," his smile is nearly sinister in its delight at the prospect. As the conversation continues into the politics of the situation, Vel's delight fades to a rather more neutral expression with each sentence that does not speak of hunting Pure. Another sip from his glass and he looks to the others, "Have the hunters gathered for such things, or do the beasts turn away at such worthy prey?"<br />
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+----+ Caleb +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Caleb, there, watching, listening, still and unflinching as things go on, furniture wrecked, he's just the student in the back of the classroom as the lecture goes on. Then he leans forward and pays closer attention finally. Fingers drumming on his left leg, tapping his thigh and then he clears his throat and raises his right arm a bit, asking for permission to speak before he opens his mouth. "This might be silly of me to ask, and Caleb, Caleb Ichabod Chisolm...." then he clears his throat and adds, "Carthian..." more softly before he goes on. "Is this proposal one with some unity or is this more of a area effort? For thee entire city behind it, no? For as has been said, the wolves work together, so do you? We?"<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Good, good. I love hearing about things on the upswing. Keep up the good work." Enrico encourages of Haliburton's impaling efforts. One of the women by the elevator moves to fetch the ruined chair arm, scowling faintly. No doubt someone's going to pay for that destruction later.<br />
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"Blood Hunts are interesting. But if he's calling for one on the unAccorded wolves, then I imagine he's going to be willing to make it ~convenient~ for us to agree, don't you think?" Steepling his fingers, Enrico nods. "We should turn efforts towards courting Raul. See if we can get terms of truce out of him and put our mutual desire to see Tillo eat crow to use." <br />
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"Mmm. The city is layers built on layers. We all dance around the laws of the Accord, we all dance around Territory and Praxis and chase status and footing. In some ways, we very much work together. In others..." The finish to the sentence is just a smirk and a flash of fang behind mostly closed lips. "Tillo cares only about keeping the things in the basement IN the basement. Raul only cares about the human he can save... to fatten for slaughter to fill our bellies. And I? I'm the only one seeking to build a proper empire that will last until the city itself falls. The problem is, no one ever has quite enough clout to overturn a throne..."<br />
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+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Of course," murmurs Haliburton quietly, perhaps in response to the Prince, perhaps Velathrix. Most likely both. More loudly and for public ears, he adds, "I know how to exterminate the vermin." Beat. "I'm about ninety-percent sure I could present a plan that would work. The plan has two resolvable issues and one major risk."<br />
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Casually the Sanctified just drops that there about his plan for localized focused genocide.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"He wants a blood hunt and he's offering Coins for Pure hides, I'd say that Tillo is looking everywhere he can for some way out of his situation. So I'd say he's well on his way to making it convenient for us." Faith supplies to the Prince with a nod. She doesn't have that same casual ease as the Prince, but she does sound for all the world like a woman in board room. "If we can get Raul on board for something like this, it would definitely be able to put the pressure on him."<br />
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She glances aside to Caleb for a moment, considering the Carthian before offering: "No one likes the Pure, but I wouldn't say we're all working together on it. Not yet, anyway. It might happen." She shrugs, then there's a finally a break in her expression, a cruel little smile that finds its way onto her lips and Hal announces that he has A Plan.<br />
Long distance to (Faith, Cumani): Lilith >.> I'm so happy that a couple of people are picking up on all the different layers<br />
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+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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There is a frown at Caleb when Cumani hears the word Carthian, but a nod of agreement at the question of working together. She tells him then, "I believe it will rest on Prisci and Primogen to work on unification of various subgroups while the boundaries of who calls what Territory theirs change around the people that are actually claiming Praxis over them," she volunteers softly. "There is a reason why the titles are not localized by Praxis, and that is because things would be so fractured that they would be meaningless. Now, Covenant and Covenant are likely to go against one another, but with a strong handle by those handling Clans, Clans might have a chance of doing meaningful work. Though with that said, any effort that requires unity also requires manpower to actually back it, otherwise it is just more meaningless pretense and scrambling for titles." And she looks over at Haliburton a moment, a long moment. Eyes penetrating as if to look through him, before shifting back to Enrico, breaking away with intent from the Sanctified after several seconds. She nods agreement at Enrico, and adds, "Nor would it do any good to upset just one of them. A three legged stool is better than a two legged stool, a two legged stool will fall over. And things will only no doubt grow more vicious and worse on those on the ground when it does." Not if. When.<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"The assumption that three Princes form a stool is one that should be carefully considered, as I believe it is wrong. We Kindred are few in this city, and spreading our allegiances thin across three different pillars, results in three weakened armies that are outnumbered by all other denizens that wander this city. We shall fracture ourselves to the point of weakness for all the other hounds to come a calling... let us not forget that while some Accords hold, there are still other things out there..." Velathrix notes with a small shake of his head. He looks to Haliburton and gives the man a toothy smile, "I would be most curious to discuss such plans should you be willing outside of this meeting," he offers, giving a nod to the others as well.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Werewolves aren't your common street walker - they don't go down easy." Enrico quips, drumming his fingers on the table before sitting up and forward more. "It's far easier to sway a counsel than the entire city to a cause." He adds, nodding to Cumani and Faith. "and I'm not sure I can get behind the two legged stool, either. If we can somehow bring Raul's Praxis into the fold, then there will be top and bottom. Much more coin-like. And fitting."<br />
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"Now, tell me the ideas you have for handling these problems."<br />
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+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"To begin with, according to my friend," here Haliburton indicates Faith with a gesture of the hand, "the nuisance animals in question inhabit a deep part of the Undercity, concealed down there in what we'd commonly consider firmly Nosferatu territory. They're also most likely enjoying the company of what seems to be an aggressive fire-attuned spirit. Given those facts it allows a unique opportunity to borrow a page from our mortal aquaintances, who have pioneered the use of a gas known as H2S, or Hydrogen Sulfide. It's a heavier-than-air gas that sinks and displaces oxygen, going to the lowest point and there settling where it will asphyxiate anything that needs to breathe. It is my understanding that werewolves crave oxygen, while for beings like us it is optional."<br />
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Here Hal pauses, holding up a finger. "This is where the first difficulty presents itself. Sourcing that much H2S would be expensive and time consuming. I know it can be obtained from chemical plants and refineries, but we'd need contacts far away to obtain that. The next difficulty is not causing friendly casualties. For that we'd need to share the plan with Accorded allies so as not to cause undesireable bad blood between us and those who are not yet enemies. The major risk I mentioned before is that H2S is a flammable gas. There is a chance that this could cause a catastrophic problem should these werewolves and their pet fire-spirit make Very Bad Decisions. I have one possible response to this, however. Those of you who have been here since the 90's at least might remember we had a flood when a disused maintenance tunnel let the river flow directly into our Undercity..."<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith shifts slightly, glancing back at Enrico with a nod. "There's a Gangrel angling to become Raul's Scourge that's starting to put together some sort of ... hunting party, to go and claim some Pure and Tillo's coins besides, I've been working with on this. It's a start at bringing the two together on some level." She says quietly, then lapsing into the quiet as Hal starts to explain his plan, giving a single nod when she's mentioned.<br />
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+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"I will shortly be assisting my brother in looking into something which will help with the thing that... escaped the basement, so to speak," Cumani says. How she is helping, well, she looks over at Haliburton a long moment, and does not say, before looking back to Enrico, nodding at his use of the coin metaphor before continuing. "I've additionally hired a mortal who is in the know and has military experience and training and a /very/ bad history with werewolves that he has survived to assist me. We have to meet again about things, but that is in the future, and am looking to bring a ghoul to heel as well which can also be used against these... fire loving creatures without the complications that we ourselves face." She lifts her glass for another sip. "Additionally, my brother is looking into acquiring some tanks of liquid nitrogen that could possibly be used with regards to the fire spirit, though I believe he will need to find a new source for that, after some recent issues he's had with one of the employees of the man he was going to use to source it. That said, I believe there is a cryonics company around, so it can possibly be sourced there." She gives Faith a curious glance aside before looking back to Enrico, then.<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Velathrix gives the briefest of smiles as Haliburton outlines his plan after Enrico asks for it as well. There's a pause in his listening as he realizes the scope of such a plan. "Ah, to smoke them out, or to poison them in their own den, an option, for certain, though it does provide its own challenges as you say, not the least of which being that one cannot simply witness the look in their eyes as they realize that for all their spirit fueled strength, they cannot measure up, failing, and falling as each extremity is removed, one after the other..." he chuckles softly, dry and short before he sips from his glass once again. "The plans are varied, perhaps a team should be put together if we wish to pursue such things, for they fall under the Hunt of an outside Praxis..." Vel begins but then realizes something. "Lord Velathrix Mern Henalmite, Hunter of the First, Purge of the Unclean, and one quite interested in seeing this current predicament to its conclusion," he introduces himself for the others, and the Prince as well.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"The Pure don't get the protection of the Accord. They fend for themselves now that Tillo isn't covering for them." Enrico muses, then shakes his head. 'I'm not sure I can condone a plan that needs a spark to set the Undercity on fire again. There are those that think the fire demon has come out of the tear in reality because of the fires after the Black Ooze was destroyed. And an explosion would likely weaken the portion of the city build atop the ruins of what was burned in eighteen-seventy-one. Last thing we need to risk is a partial collapse of the city, or plague from all the rotting rats and vermin that would also die. There's an entire warren of homeless that call it home as well." Not that he -cares- about the cattle so much, but the kine care about kine and that'd be an awful lot of attention.<br />
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"Agreed. Form a council with goals."<br />
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"We want to take over the topside entirely, pulling Raul's Praxis into ours. We want to turn Raul against Tillo. Destroy the Pure to collect his coin, and maybe find a solution to the problem in the basement. If we can pull all of that off? Bingo. The city is our oyster."<br />
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+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Clearly Hal has no emotional investment in his suggestion, because he nods along and spreads his hands to admit, "I fully acknowledge the drawbacks and risks. It might bear consideration as a backup plan, should the wolves in question have any unexpected advantage we don't yet know about. What hasn't changed is that their geographic position is very poor, and they are vulnerable where they sit."<br />
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Faith nods along with the various threads of thought, leaning back in her chair and considering. "We've got to get our hands on some silver that could be used against the wolves in the basement. For the spirit itself, that one lies outside of my area of expertise," the Nosferatu admits easily enough, glancing aside at Hal for whatever reason there, before looking onwards to Velathrix and considering his introduction. She's not one to let a fellow Invictus' introduction be left alone, and so she supplies, "A pleasure, Lord Henalmite. I am Madam Faith Wilson, Haunt of the First, and Au Pair."<br />
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+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Giving a dip of her head in response to Velathrix' introduction, Cumani offers a soft-spoken, "Pleased to meet you, Lord Velathrix," in turn. She nods thoughtfully, appreciative of Enrico's points about the kine below when they are brought about, expression thoughtful. "I mean, the silver isn't a problem is it? Every pawn shop and jewelry store in the city should have silver in abundance, but that is a good idea about utilizing it, Madam Wilson," Cumani says, with a look at Faith. "I can help fund acquiring as much of it as you like if you wish." She shrugs indifferently to the idea. "The liquid nitrogen I am at least hoping might be of use against a Fire spirit, given it freezes things. But again, that is why I am going to help my brother prod as to whether or not it has other exploitable weaknesses."<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"A council with a goal then. Rid the Pure from the lowers, prop up the Undercity and its head, with the encouragement that it shall form the traditional coinage of top and bottom. Let the last holdout topside be drawn within the fold, or removed from running so that the topside is united under one rule," Velathrix summarizes, while nodding to those whom responded to his introduction, a small fanged smile, "Madam Wilson," he replies. "When dealing with the unclean and those whom their suffer, a bane of a sort is often useful. The Second has often kept records of such things, or so my Grandsire has lead me to believe..." he offers, looking to Haliburton for confirmation. "Silver for the Pure is wonderful, dipping our blades and claws was a ritual we'd often undertake towards the end of the war..." he admits.<br />
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|gamedate=2022.08.21<br />
|location=North Praxis Elysium<br />
|categories=Vampire<br />
|log=<xp/award> You have awarded 'Caleb' 2 Beats for 'North Court'<br />
<xp/award> You have awarded 'Velathrix' 2 Beats for 'North Court'<br />
<xp/award> You have awarded 'Cumani' 2 Beats for 'North Court'<br />
<xp/award> You have awarded 'Faith' 2 Beats for 'North Court'<br />
<xp/award> You have awarded 'Haliburton' 2 Beats for 'North Court'<br />
+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Probably the result of living directly downstairs, it is damn near to the minute that Court is supposed to start when Cumani arrives, literally. Immaculately put together and in a scandalously revealing but tastefully covered up Zuhair Murad haute couture gown the color of blood covered in gold embellishments with matching Louboutin heels in gold, the red-soled shoes' straps covered in gilded spikes as they wrap across the toe and around the ankle. She looks around at length, then goes to a corner of the bar where the person serving apparently knows her by name already from frequent visits no doubt, ordering up a glass of lacrima before proceedings are set to start officially to have in hand.<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Entering with two large instrument cases, Velathrix is required to stop at the entry to have them checked by staff at the door. Cases removed from his person, Vel still wears a shorter sword near his hip, the hilt tied to the scabbard with a rather intricate knot of heavy leather cord, a silver emblem caught within the corded knot. The man himself wears a silk shirt of dark grey that has a very slight shimmer, black suit trousers adorn his legs with the bottoms loosened to cover the tops of his combat boots, leaving only the shiny, meticulously polished toes shining in the electric light of the room. His dark eyes sweep the room while stepping into the meeting area proper.<br />
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Approaching the bar, Velathrix gives the already arrived Cumani a nod in greeting, merely a pleasantry as he studies the lists of Lacrima for something specific.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Early bird gets the worm. Must be tequila night. <br />
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The doors of the top floor elevator open and Enrico arrives, dressed in a sharp suit that costs most families half a year's worth of rent. Flanked by two sets of twins, all four hot, blonde, and moving like they can handle themselves in a fight. Dressed in muted black, tailored suits, two of the four stay by the elevator. The other two pace to Enrico's unhurried steps towards the head of the huge boardroom table where his black calfskin throne is. A far cry from Tillo's throne of rebar and bone beneath the city, but still a throne. He seems the youngest of the three by appearance, groomed to modern standards. "Evening. How is everyone tonight?" Brilliant smile, charming, practically hear the *tink* off his sparkly white teeth.<br />
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+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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In his arrival, Haliburton makes things understated. It's easy to miss him unless you're looking. He's chosen a black pinstripe suit with a green silk tie, looking sharp but simple. His walk is unaccompanied by arm candy or a soundtrack or any of those things, although he does have a Faith alongside him. Up until they crossed the threshold he was even chatting quietly with her, though he goes silent once they're inside. Rather than find a place to sit or perch or become one of the resident carrion birds, Hal politely waits for Faith to find her seat or standing spot first.<br />
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And then fashionably or egregiously late, Caleb slips in and waits by the entrance, new, stranger to it all and still unsure if he can be there, let lone should be there. All alone but the look on his face isn't one that shows his uncertainty, or the smirk is there to hide it. If any look he lifts his right hand to give a little wave that comes with a nod.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith, is not dressed like Faith usually is. For once, there's actually /no/ hood. Hoody, jacket, or otherwise. The sunglasses are present, and a broad brimmed hat is set upon her head. An elegant satin black ballgown is the outfit she's chosen for the night, along with a little white clutch purse to accessorize with. She finds a table, upon Hal's waiting, rather than heading to the bar, glancing across the way at Cumani, and the less familiar Velathrix.<br />
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"Good evening, your Grace," she greets the Prince politely in return, no smile for the Nosferatu, and her gaze just habitually becoming ever so slightly downcast.<br />
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+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Once she sees where Enrico has chosen to enthrone himself, Cumani stands from her place at the bar, dipping into a graceful curtsey, carefully measured to the Ventrue, before rising, and taking her glass from the bartop again, then gliding over toward a chair to the right of his and not far off it at the boardroom table. "In anticipation," she murmurs in answer, "Of a chance to see whether or not there is proper support in my bid for Priscus, Your Grace." She offers Faith a little wiggle of her fingers in greeting<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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At the arrival of the Prince, Velathrix's gaze lifts from the Lacrima card to the man of the hour. Eyes settle, beast roiling as it is forced back down while his lips curl upwards slightly at the edges revealing the tips of long fangs there. Lacking breath, Velathrix then points to something almost at random on the card for the server and waits for the moment it takes to receive his drink. Halibruton and Faith, along with the late Caleb get a glance from the military cut man before he notes his other barmate moving towards the board table. Pursed lips ever so slight, he accepts his glass and then moves as well, measured steps cross the distance to the table and Velathrix will simply stand behind a chair nearer the middle of the table as it appears that he is either early, or their numbers will be light this evening. "Twould think a city such as this would have established such lines already, though it does provide opportunities for all, does it not?" he replies to Cumani's statement as well as the Prince's question.<br />
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"Excellent, excellent." Did he even listen to the replies? Unbuttoning the jacket, Enrico gets comfortable on his seat, studying each in turn. "It IS a good evening, isn't it?" Saccharine. The sort of peppy bullshit tone that management uses before firing whomever they're speaking to five minutes later.<br />
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"Things have been interesting of late. Shifting sand getting in all the unpleasant places. It's good to see people organizing again." <br />
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He turns that charming smile on Cumani. "You're not one of mine. Who are you again?" Speaking while beckoning for Caleb to come and sit, with a vague finger flutter towards the bar. Get comfy, get a drink. Stop lurking.<br />
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+----+ Caleb +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Caleb, ever the wall flower, pushes off from the wall and the shadows and approaches. Glances around, he knows no one and he knows he's completely unfamiliar and he uses that as he cloak. "Yes Sir..." he offers in reply as he beckoned over, there weren't words to him, but still he replies. Then he finds a seat, settling in quietly, still at the edge of things, the student who comes to the lecture late but still wants to be by the door to slip out if he wants to. Then he turns to watch the goings on, people watching if nothing else.<br />
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+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Once he's gotten a nice seat, Hal steeples his hands and leans forward on his table. "Your Grace, on behalf of the Spear I offer a blessing upon this night's proceeding." Nice little thing to say. It doesn't really mean a lot. Haliburton isn't here with a mitre on waving incense around or anything. Thoughts and prayers.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith watches the Prince, setting her purse down on the table, and her hands coming together in a loose clasp after adjusting her hat for just a moment. Content, there's a thin smile forming on her lips as those dark glasses regard Enrico, and shifting to Cumani of course once she gains some attention from him. She's quiet as Hal offers a blessing, just watching the proceedings for the moment.<br />
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+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"I'm not?" Cumani asks. "I swore an Oath of Fealty to you," she says, "If you should care to double check with whomever keeps records, Your Grace." She does not seem remotely put off by Enrico's manner. If anything, all it does is shift any manner of friendliness back into a veneer that says 'business first and only', neutrality. "I should not be surprised, though, if you had not been informed, as I was also waiting on the feeding grounds my Oath of Serfdom should have granted, and so I can only conclude you have a very lacking go-between, Your Grace." Her politeness never waivers for a moment, and she lifts the glass of lacrima to sip from it. "Cumani Bellecourt, or Lady Cumani Bellecourt, I'm no Notary to understand if Titles are included in Oaths recorded."<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Velathrix's gaze shifts ever so slightly from person to person as they are called to the table and join the Prince that earns a narrowing of Velathrix' eyes as the man appears to miss things, intentionally, or not. "The Spear, most interesting, I'd curiously wonder the Second's thoughts upon the intermingling that happens to such a degree in this city... Praxis aside, I refer to the unclean and kine," he muses to Haliburton's blessing before he casually reaches down and crushes the left armrest of his chair, popping it off the chair like an offensive loose hair on a pristine uniform. Casually turning, he offers the crushed piece of furniture to a nearby servant. Once relieved he shifts the sword at his hip, and settles into the chair, now that he can. Fingers rest upon the top of the table as he watches the others.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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One of the two blonde twins leans down to murmur near Enrico's ear. There's a faint nod, followed by a dismissive gesture. "Right, right." Tone distracted. "Fires are about to drive me bonkers, you know? Got a lot on my mind. Like: should I keep trying to support the neutrality of Central, or should I throw my weight behind Mister Drasche in helping to take it over and drag it into the umbrella of the North Praxis."<br />
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"Blessings? Why thank you. How is the uh..." Enrico flaps a hand, "the stabbing and impaling thing going? Business good?"<br />
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"Business..." Chasing his own thought train, Enrico sits up, leaning to the other side in the only properly comfortable chair in the room. "I'm getting tired of cleaning up after Protz's messes. for too long he's held the first place among us, and now look at the damage his negligence has caused the city. Millions in damage. It's going to take months to rebuild, and that's AFTER this thing that slipped it's leash is taken care of. We need to knock him down a few pegs. Getting the Primogen and Priscus counsels rebuilt will help, but I want to pin the tail on the donkey. Do we know where Raul stands?" Failing to bother with titles as a form of insult.<br />
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When the arm of the chair is torn off, Enrico stiffens, staring at Velathrix a long moment, Beast coiling under the surface - no doubt calculating the cost of replacing that chair.<br />
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+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Stabbings are up, your Grace. Impalings are proceeding apace." remarks Hal, glancing aside to Faith for some reason and adding a half-shrug along with it. He looks toward Velathrix to add, "The reality of things as they are must be dealt with on its own terms. Intermingling is the nature of the world, the kine are necessary to our existence, and ultimately we are all unclean. Some are just less unclean than others." He does keep his thoughts about subjects that upset the Prince to himself for now, though. Very much to himself.<br />
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Faith sits straight-backed, watching Cumani speak with absolutely no expression whatsoever, with only a brief glance at the sound of furniture being destroyed. She glances sidelong at Hal, head tilting just slightly at that, and then sets her glasses once again on the Prince. "Tillo's talking about getting you and all the other leaders," she waves a hand, "into calling down Blood Hunts on the Pure? And he's offering Coins for Pure pelts, so that's pretty much a confession that he can't handle his own mess." She rolls her shoulders, only too happy to offer information to Enrico, though it doesn't exactly show on her face. "Raul on the other hand, is looking for anything and everything he can use against Tillo too."<br />
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+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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With a deep, solemn nod of understanding, Cumani looks to Enrico and speaks bluntly, "The other two are consistently playing pin the tail on each other using the Wolves as a go between, and the Wolves are fattening up nicely off of our Coin because they actually work together, and are willing to take from both sides to do so while either one tries to sell the other down the river, in front of anyone who watches." Her shoulders lift in a slow shrug. "Each seems to think the Wolves are helping them to the detriment of the other but neither are getting actual help and it's to the detriment of both, the Wolves are of course following their own agenda and cleaning up, Your Grace." She takes a slow sip of her lacrima again. Oh look, at the right Court, Cumani can actually volunteer information.<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Quite," Velathrix responds to Haliburton, though he does not appear entirely pleased with the answer, but nods all the same. Hand settling down upon the glass of lacrima he had brought, he raises it slowly to take a small sniff before sipping it, tasting it fully before the glass is politely set back down. His eyes shift though, a subtle, yet obvious widening as his fangs slip past his lips at Faith's announcement of a Blood Hunt for the Pure, "Now there's some Unclean that could properly be dealt with," his smile is nearly sinister in its delight at the prospect. As the conversation continues into the politics of the situation, Vel's delight fades to a rather more neutral expression with each sentence that does not speak of hunting Pure. Another sip from his glass and he looks to the others, "Have the hunters gathered for such things, or do the beasts turn away at such worthy prey?"<br />
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Caleb, there, watching, listening, still and unflinching as things go on, furniture wrecked, he's just the student in the back of the classroom as the lecture goes on. Then he leans forward and pays closer attention finally. Fingers drumming on his left leg, tapping his thigh and then he clears his throat and raises his right arm a bit, asking for permission to speak before he opens his mouth. "This might be silly of me to ask, and Caleb, Caleb Ichabod Chisolm...." then he clears his throat and adds, "Carthian..." more softly before he goes on. "Is this proposal one with some unity or is this more of a area effort? For thee entire city behind it, no? For as has been said, the wolves work together, so do you? We?"<br />
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"Good, good. I love hearing about things on the upswing. Keep up the good work." Enrico encourages of Haliburton's impaling efforts. One of the women by the elevator moves to fetch the ruined chair arm, scowling faintly. No doubt someone's going to pay for that destruction later.<br />
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"Blood Hunts are interesting. But if he's calling for one on the unAccorded wolves, then I imagine he's going to be willing to make it ~convenient~ for us to agree, don't you think?" Steepling his fingers, Enrico nods. "We should turn efforts towards courting Raul. See if we can get terms of truce out of him and put our mutual desire to see Tillo eat crow to use." <br />
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"Mmm. The city is layers built on layers. We all dance around the laws of the Accord, we all dance around Territory and Praxis and chase status and footing. In some ways, we very much work together. In others..." The finish to the sentence is just a smirk and a flash of fang behind mostly closed lips. "Tillo cares only about keeping the things in the basement IN the basement. Raul only cares about the human he can save... to fatten for slaughter to fill our bellies. And I? I'm the only one seeking to build a proper empire that will last until the city itself falls. The problem is, no one ever has quite enough clout to overturn a throne..."<br />
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+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Of course," murmurs Haliburton quietly, perhaps in response to the Prince, perhaps Velathrix. Most likely both. More loudly and for public ears, he adds, "I know how to exterminate the vermin." Beat. "I'm about ninety-percent sure I could present a plan that would work. The plan has two resolvable issues and one major risk."<br />
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Casually the Sanctified just drops that there about his plan for localized focused genocide.<br />
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"He wants a blood hunt and he's offering Coins for Pure hides, I'd say that Tillo is looking everywhere he can for some way out of his situation. So I'd say he's well on his way to making it convenient for us." Faith supplies to the Prince with a nod. She doesn't have that same casual ease as the Prince, but she does sound for all the world like a woman in board room. "If we can get Raul on board for something like this, it would definitely be able to put the pressure on him."<br />
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She glances aside to Caleb for a moment, considering the Carthian before offering: "No one likes the Pure, but I wouldn't say we're all working together on it. Not yet, anyway. It might happen." She shrugs, then there's a finally a break in her expression, a cruel little smile that finds its way onto her lips and Hal announces that he has A Plan.<br />
Long distance to (Faith, Cumani): Lilith >.> I'm so happy that a couple of people are picking up on all the different layers<br />
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There is a frown at Caleb when Cumani hears the word Carthian, but a nod of agreement at the question of working together. She tells him then, "I believe it will rest on Prisci and Primogen to work on unification of various subgroups while the boundaries of who calls what Territory theirs change around the people that are actually claiming Praxis over them," she volunteers softly. "There is a reason why the titles are not localized by Praxis, and that is because things would be so fractured that they would be meaningless. Now, Covenant and Covenant are likely to go against one another, but with a strong handle by those handling Clans, Clans might have a chance of doing meaningful work. Though with that said, any effort that requires unity also requires manpower to actually back it, otherwise it is just more meaningless pretense and scrambling for titles." And she looks over at Haliburton a moment, a long moment. Eyes penetrating as if to look through him, before shifting back to Enrico, breaking away with intent from the Sanctified after several seconds. She nods agreement at Enrico, and adds, "Nor would it do any good to upset just one of them. A three legged stool is better than a two legged stool, a two legged stool will fall over. And things will only no doubt grow more vicious and worse on those on the ground when it does." Not if. When.<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"The assumption that three Princes form a stool is one that should be carefully considered, as I believe it is wrong. We Kindred are few in this city, and spreading our allegiances thin across three different pillars, results in three weakened armies that are outnumbered by all other denizens that wander this city. We shall fracture ourselves to the point of weakness for all the other hounds to come a calling... let us not forget that while some Accords hold, there are still other things out there..." Velathrix notes with a small shake of his head. He looks to Haliburton and gives the man a toothy smile, "I would be most curious to discuss such plans should you be willing outside of this meeting," he offers, giving a nod to the others as well.<br />
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"Werewolves aren't your common street walker - they don't go down easy." Enrico quips, drumming his fingers on the table before sitting up and forward more. "It's far easier to sway a counsel than the entire city to a cause." He adds, nodding to Cumani and Faith. "and I'm not sure I can get behind the two legged stool, either. If we can somehow bring Raul's Praxis into the fold, then there will be top and bottom. Much more coin-like. And fitting."<br />
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"Now, tell me the ideas you have for handling these problems."<br />
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+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"To begin with, according to my friend," here Haliburton indicates Faith with a gesture of the hand, "the nuisance animals in question inhabit a deep part of the Undercity, concealed down there in what we'd commonly consider firmly Nosferatu territory. They're also most likely enjoying the company of what seems to be an aggressive fire-attuned spirit. Given those facts it allows a unique opportunity to borrow a page from our mortal aquaintances, who have pioneered the use of a gas known as H2S, or Hydrogen Sulfide. It's a heavier-than-air gas that sinks and displaces oxygen, going to the lowest point and there settling where it will asphyxiate anything that needs to breathe. It is my understanding that werewolves crave oxygen, while for beings like us it is optional."<br />
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Here Hal pauses, holding up a finger. "This is where the first difficulty presents itself. Sourcing that much H2S would be expensive and time consuming. I know it can be obtained from chemical plants and refineries, but we'd need contacts far away to obtain that. The next difficulty is not causing friendly casualties. For that we'd need to share the plan with Accorded allies so as not to cause undesireable bad blood between us and those who are not yet enemies. The major risk I mentioned before is that H2S is a flammable gas. There is a chance that this could cause a catastrophic problem should these werewolves and their pet fire-spirit make Very Bad Decisions. I have one possible response to this, however. Those of you who have been here since the 90's at least might remember we had a flood when a disused maintenance tunnel let the river flow directly into our Undercity..."<br />
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Faith shifts slightly, glancing back at Enrico with a nod. "There's a Gangrel angling to become Raul's Scourge that's starting to put together some sort of ... hunting party, to go and claim some Pure and Tillo's coins besides, I've been working with on this. It's a start at bringing the two together on some level." She says quietly, then lapsing into the quiet as Hal starts to explain his plan, giving a single nod when she's mentioned.<br />
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"I will shortly be assisting my brother in looking into something which will help with the thing that... escaped the basement, so to speak," Cumani says. How she is helping, well, she looks over at Haliburton a long moment, and does not say, before looking back to Enrico, nodding at his use of the coin metaphor before continuing. "I've additionally hired a mortal who is in the know and has military experience and training and a /very/ bad history with werewolves that he has survived to assist me. We have to meet again about things, but that is in the future, and am looking to bring a ghoul to heel as well which can also be used against these... fire loving creatures without the complications that we ourselves face." She lifts her glass for another sip. "Additionally, my brother is looking into acquiring some tanks of liquid nitrogen that could possibly be used with regards to the fire spirit, though I believe he will need to find a new source for that, after some recent issues he's had with one of the employees of the man he was going to use to source it. That said, I believe there is a cryonics company around, so it can possibly be sourced there." She gives Faith a curious glance aside before looking back to Enrico, then.<br />
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+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Velathrix gives the briefest of smiles as Haliburton outlines his plan after Enrico asks for it as well. There's a pause in his listening as he realizes the scope of such a plan. "Ah, to smoke them out, or to poison them in their own den, an option, for certain, though it does provide its own challenges as you say, not the least of which being that one cannot simply witness the look in their eyes as they realize that for all their spirit fueled strength, they cannot measure up, failing, and falling as each extremity is removed, one after the other..." he chuckles softly, dry and short before he sips from his glass once again. "The plans are varied, perhaps a team should be put together if we wish to pursue such things, for they fall under the Hunt of an outside Praxis..." Vel begins but then realizes something. "Lord Velathrix Mern Henalmite, Hunter of the First, Purge of the Unclean, and one quite interested in seeing this current predicament to its conclusion," he introduces himself for the others, and the Prince as well.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"The Pure don't get the protection of the Accord. They fend for themselves now that Tillo isn't covering for them." Enrico muses, then shakes his head. 'I'm not sure I can condone a plan that needs a spark to set the Undercity on fire again. There are those that think the fire demon has come out of the tear in reality because of the fires after the Black Ooze was destroyed. And an explosion would likely weaken the portion of the city build atop the ruins of what was burned in eighteen-seventy-one. Last thing we need to risk is a partial collapse of the city, or plague from all the rotting rats and vermin that would also die. There's an entire warren of homeless that call it home as well." Not that he -cares- about the cattle so much, but the kine care about kine and that'd be an awful lot of attention.<br />
<br />
"Agreed. Form a council with goals."<br />
<br />
"We want to take over the topside entirely, pulling Raul's Praxis into ours. We want to turn Raul against Tillo. Destroy the Pure to collect his coin, and maybe find a solution to the problem in the basement. If we can pull all of that off? Bingo. The city is our oyster."<br />
<br />
+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Clearly Hal has no emotional investment in his suggestion, because he nods along and spreads his hands to admit, "I fully acknowledge the drawbacks and risks. It might bear consideration as a backup plan, should the wolves in question have any unexpected advantage we don't yet know about. What hasn't changed is that their geographic position is very poor, and they are vulnerable where they sit."<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith nods along with the various threads of thought, leaning back in her chair and considering. "We've got to get our hands on some silver that could be used against the wolves in the basement. For the spirit itself, that one lies outside of my area of expertise," the Nosferatu admits easily enough, glancing aside at Hal for whatever reason there, before looking onwards to Velathrix and considering his introduction. She's not one to let a fellow Invictus' introduction be left alone, and so she supplies, "A pleasure, Lord Henalmite. I am Madam Faith Wilson, Haunt of the First, and Au Pair."<br />
<br />
+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Giving a dip of her head in response to Velathrix' introduction, Cumani offers a soft-spoken, "Pleased to meet you, Lord Velathrix," in turn. She nods thoughtfully, appreciative of Enrico's points about the kine below when they are brought about, expression thoughtful. "I mean, the silver isn't a problem is it? Every pawn shop and jewelry store in the city should have silver in abundance, but that is a good idea about utilizing it, Madam Wilson," Cumani says, with a look at Faith. "I can help fund acquiring as much of it as you like if you wish." She shrugs indifferently to the idea. "The liquid nitrogen I am at least hoping might be of use against a Fire spirit, given it freezes things. But again, that is why I am going to help my brother prod as to whether or not it has other exploitable weaknesses."<br />
<br />
+----+ Velathrix +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"A council with a goal then. Rid the Pure from the lowers, prop up the Undercity and its head, with the encouragement that it shall form the traditional coinage of top and bottom. Let the last holdout topside be drawn within the fold, or removed from running so that the topside is united under one rule," Velathrix summarizes, while nodding to those whom responded to his introduction, a small fanged smile, "Madam Wilson," he replies. "When dealing with the unclean and those whom their suffer, a bane of a sort is often useful. The Second has often kept records of such things, or so my Grandsire has lead me to believe..." he offers, looking to Haliburton for confirmation. "Silver for the Pure is wonderful, dipping our blades and claws was a ritual we'd often undertake towards the end of the war..." he admits.<br />
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== Background ==<br />
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{{Tab}}She grew in Evanston, not too far outside of Chicago proper. Single dad died when she was six in an industrial accident and she did the foster home game for twelve years. Shortly after she turned eighteen and got a decent trust fund from her dad's death, she caught a bad case of the Wolf-Blooded. And in the last six years, she's sopped up an awful lot of learning about ghosts, spirits, wolves, and Ephemerals - learning how to fight them on her terms.<br><br />
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== Description ==<br />
{{Tab}}Five-foot-four is nothing to write home about, but something about the way that Misha moves and carries herself lends weight to the idea that she's a predator wrapped in human skin. Features are sculpted, refined, off set by mismatched eyes in light blue and ambery-green. In dim lighting, they flash gold like an animal.<br />
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{{Tab}}More often than not, she can be found wearing steel toed black workboots, faded black jeans, and a dark tee with a leather jacket atop it. The jacket has cracked painted occult symbols on the back - the classic goat's head pentagram with extra circles layered with different symbols - most of protection. The only jewelry she seems to wear is a broad choker of tightly woven dragonscale chainmaille in stainless steel. Wide enough to almost double as a posture collar, but far more flexible and without the hindrance to movement. <br />
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== Hooks ==<br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Boo!''' Adept at ghost hunting and chasing.</p><br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Things That Go 'Bump' in the Night:''' Also, actual spirits.</p><br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Full Moon Madness:''' Werewolves gone bad, also a focus.</p><br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Witcher:''' Not just a video game! She likes fighting with swords and taking out monsters.</p><br />
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== Contacts ==<br />
<p>[[Image:Alex.jpg|x75px|link=Alex]] [[Alex]] Graveyards are good hunting grounds.</p><br />
<p>[[image:CrossedSwordsIcon.png|x75px|link=]] NAME - Words will go here soon .</p><br />
<p>[[image:CrossedSwordsIcon.png|x75px|link=]] NAME - Words will go here soon .</p><br />
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== Gallery ==<br />
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== Vital Stats ==<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Full Name:'''<br />
| class="info" | Misha Sokolov<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Appears As:'''<br />
| class="info" | Misha<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Birth Date:'''<br />
| class="info" | March 13th, 1998 <br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Apparent Age:'''<br />
| class="info" | Mid Twenties<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Concept:'''<br />
| class="info" | Witcher<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Virtue:'''<br />
| class="info" | Courage<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Vice:'''<br />
| class="info" | Obsessive<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Pack:'''<br />
| class="info" | None yet.<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Tells:'''<br />
| class="info" | Tongues<br>Piercing Eyes<br>A Wolf's Meat<br />
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| class="title" | '''SKILL'''<br />
| class="info" | ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️ <br />
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| class="title" | '''SKILL'''<br />
| class="info" | 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴<br />
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== Soundtrack ==<br />
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| class="title" | '''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1-xRk6llh4 <span style="color:#ffffff; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;">TV On The Radio ~ Wolf Like Me]'''<br />
:''Say, say, my playmate''<br />
:''Won't you lay hands on me?''<br />
:''Mirror my malady?''<br />
:''Transfer my tragedy?''<br />
:''Got a curse I cannot lift''<br />
:''Shines when the sunset shifts''<br />
:''When the moon is round and full''<br />
:''Gotta bust that box, gotta gut that fish (My mind's aflame)''<br />
:''We could jet in a stolen car''<br />
:''But I bet we wouldn't get too far''<br />
:''Before the transformation takes''<br />
:''And blood lust tanks and crave gets slaked''<br />
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| Model name = Jorgelina Guadalupe Airaldi <br />
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|chars=[[Jack]], [[Kumanhi]], [[Nichole]], [[Marigold]], [[Roman]], [[Faith]], [[Haliburton]], [[Cumani]], and [[Lilith]] as ST<br />
|gamedate=2022.08.20<br />
|location=Undercity Elysium<br />
|summary=Undercity Court in the Oubliette.<br />
|categories=Vampire<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Several ghouls and the Fetcher - a woman shrouded on loosely draped fabric to conceal deformities - are busy, helping people find their way through the tunnels. With the fires and the minotaur and the Pure, care is needed to make sure paths don't cross on the way to the Oubliette. It also means that most are guided through different paths, to try and avoid drawing the attention of those things best avoided. <br />
<br />
Within the old cistern, the lights over head are dim and unsteady, the spider's web of old steel casting shadows on the floor. It's cold and damp, and the walls are slimy with algae. The least glamorous of the Princely holdings, by a long stretch. <br />
<br />
Tillo is unmoving, silent, perched in thought on his throne of twisted rebar, charred timbers, and moldering bones. The signature scythe is leaning against one side, while the other has what looks like a burn scarred, human hide cloak draped over the back of the throne. He doesn't bother to feign life, not even in the slightest of ways. Statue still and silent.<br />
Kumanhi pages: Has Tillo or Raul interacted with Kuma before now?<br />
<br />
+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Leave it to a Daeva to show up in an algae strewn hole in the ground covered head to toe in haute couture, and so Cumani shows up in Alexander McQueen, fulled decked out in the dim light, but following the Fetcher at a polite distance, carefully respectful about it and lifting the skirts of her gown an inch or two in her hands until she finds the Oubliette. Unlike the week before, she drops into a studied, exacting bow to Tillo when she reaches the appropriate destination though, remaining quiet unless or until spoken to, waiting on others to arrive.<br />
<br />
+----+ Jack +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Jack has actually dressed up today - he's wearing a form-fitting suit in a slim modern cut with a matching tie, wire-frame sunglasses, and shiny shoes. He's currently off with another group of Kindred near the back, chatting with them, though the topic of discussion doesn't appear to be terribly fascinating - something about ley-line shifts after the Great Fire or some other nonsense.<br />
<br />
+----+ Nichole +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Nichole follows the guide's lead in silent obedience, not questioning where she's being led. Arriving in the Oubliette, the petite woman dips down into a polite curtsey for Tillo before rising and moving off to one of the tables where she settles down, skirt spreading about her legs as she laces her fingers together to rest them on the surface of the table.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith has come tonight, the Nosferatu knowing her way well enough through the undercity, dressed in her usual way. Nice jeans, nice shoes, her black shirt and black jacket with the hood up, bathing her face in shadow as always. She slips into the room that serves as Prince Tillo's court, a glance around briefly and her eyes settle on the other Nosferatu, her expression remaining passive and pensive, her gaze downcast slightly, as always. She's not alone tonight, entering with another at her side, and she leans close to Hal for a soft word and gestures towards one of the tables.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kumanhi +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Dressed in a red and gold Kaftan and simple leather sandals, Kumanhi follows the Fetcher on yet another byzantine journey towards the Oubliette, deposited into the throne room from above. Sans the blush of life, he joins his sister's side, bowing deeply and remaining bent, hands steepled at his chest. There he remains, still and frozen.<br />
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+----+ Roman +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Roman's schedule had recently gotten a /lot/ busier with construction on Satin and Savagery complete. Still, he found time to wander out of his new clubs with his trusty sledgehammer in one hand, still slung over his shoulder, and Marigold in the other. Upon being led to the Oubliette by one of the ghoul guides -- a thankless task considering how little Roman pays any attention to their existence -- he peels off to the side, leads Marigold to one of the tables, and then drops heavily into an available chair, his large frame causing it to creak as he *THUDS* his hammer down on the table itself and kicks his feet up beside it.<br />
<br />
+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Though he seldom dresses down, Haliburton knows not to come into a literal sewer wearing fine suits and ties. Instead he's come clad in practical lace-up leather boots that have nice good grippy soles, black BDU trousers neatly bloused just above the tops, though that is less apparent as he has somehow found gaiters to go over that and lace up almost to his knees. The rest of him is covered mostly in a charcoal grey trenchcoat belted neatly at the waist. A slouch-hat of a colour matching the coat keeps unwanted things from dripping on his head, and he generally looks like a civilised man who has prepared himself to be splashed with disgusting wet things. Hopefully that also means that he would not complain if such a thing happened. He comes immediately on the heels of Faith, whom it would appear he has been walking with or perhaps merely following. Hal's genial expression toward her seems genuine enough.<br />
<br />
+----+ Marigold +--------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Though some would call it a vice, curiosity is Marigold's chief virtue. So the entire trip down through that meander, she watches and listens, not so much trying to memorize anything but simply taking in this new-to-her space. She lingers at Roman's side, her bare feet quiet on the ground as she moves, that flowing deep green and gold maxi dress brushing the floor. There's a squeeze to Roman's hand as he leads her off to a table, letting the big man pick his chair before she makes to perch elegantly, not in one herself, but rather on his lap. One leg crosses over the other as she looks at those gathered, noting far more familiar faces than Marigold anticipated.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
One of the ghouls nods to the Fetcher, who subtly signals that most have gathered. Finally, Tillo moves, rising in a manner that is as inhuman as his motionless posture was. At his full height, the nosferatu crests close to seven feet tall. Gaunt and too long of limb, giving him a spidery air. As he rises, the feeling of insatiable hunger rolls off him - a monster that could drink the world and still want for more. An over long pause and he adjusts the lay of his older style suit - something more nineteen-twenties than anything modern. "The ghouls will tend those with thirst. None are contaminated with disease nor toxin."<br />
<br />
Another pause, a slow thinker, perhaps, or one that has lost some sense of the passage of time without a heartbeat to measure with. "Threads unravel all across the city. Above and below. The thing dubbed the Black ooze sparked a chain of events. Events that lead to fires burning for days in the Undercity. And soon after, the Minotaur arose and slipped free. The fires still above ground. The beast walking where it will. The Pure have been rumored to cross their paths with it."<br />
<br />
"What do you know of these things?" Beckoning anyone with information to come speak of it - then going motionless, not bothering to lower his hand. Statue still once more.<br />
<br />
+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
After a brief, whispered exchange with Kumanhi, Cumani remains quiet for the most part as she remains off to the sidelines, black tulle and nude silk immaculate as her posture. Listening with rapt intent. She gives her taller Twin a thoughtful look, almost questioning, when Tillo beckons the question, one of her brows rising.<br />
<br />
+----+ Jack +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The conversation ends, of course, and at the mention of the Pure Jack gives the old Nosferatu his attention, though staying at the back and maintaining a disaffected air means he doesn't look much like he is. Still, this got interesting, and he'd like to know more.<br />
<br />
+----+ Nichole +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
There is a slight squint as Tillo speaks, a thoughtful look on Nichole's face. But she doesn't offer up any words. Instead, her eyes shift to look around the room at those present, watching their own reactions to the question.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
After her gesture, Faith sets to leading Hal to one of the tables, and once the two of them are settled in she takes a moment to consider the other Kindred, familiar and otherwise. Her hands rest together upon the table, and she's got her attention on Tillo once the Prince sets to motion, listening quietly. When the question of the Pure come up, she shifts, lifting a hand a moment. But rather than speak, her gaze turns to peer across the way at Roman, lifting her head up to stare at him with a small amount of curiosity. She's waiting a moment.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kumanhi +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Nothing he doesn't already know," Kumanhi relays to his twin, rising from his bow. He offers her a somber, wan smile, and departs her side. Instead of finding a seat amidst the crowd, he steps purposefully towards the line of ghouls, but instead of feasting on them, he fall in, rank and file, a subtle, nuanced declaration of sorts. Once in line with the rest of Tillo's property, he pulls out his phone, idly texting.<br />
<br />
+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
As he sits, Hal remarks gently, though without a tone meant to announce or draw attention, "What a surprise it would be if someone here knew a thing of importance and then chose to announce it." His eyes cut toward Faith briefly, but take their turns watching the other Kindred present.<br />
<br />
+----+ Roman +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Roman has nothing to offer -- or maybe he does -- but he's too busy pretending to be asleep to contribute any new information to the group. One hand rests on his chest, the other on Marigold's lap, and he's leaning back in a chair that's doing its damnedest to keep from collapsing into a pile of matchsticks. Head back, eyes closed, he's only one step away from actually snoring.<br />
<br />
+----+ Marigold +--------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The heavy dark weight of Marigold's eyes finds rest upon Tillo quickly enough as she watches the Haunt rise and begin to lead Court. Her gaze doesn't move from him, unblinking as she listens to that speech. There's no playing of life in the Crone herself, that dark head tipped to the side as she sinks further into the familiar solace of Roman's lap. Once the desire for information comes from the Undercity prince, those eyes lift and move from face to face -- pausing at Faith for a moment, lingering with an unspoken question in her gaze before moving on. When Kumanhi moves to join the line of ghouls, and stays in the line with them as one, Marigold's brows loft and her lips quirk into a smile before she laughs softly, amusement growing in her gaze before she returns her attention to the Prince.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
One of the ghouls that is quietly off to the side, startling when a buzzing sound comes from their pocket. Tillo's eyes slow-roll that direction without moving the rest of his body at all. The poor ghoul fumbles a phone out and checks the message before tapping a possible reply.<br />
<br />
That handled, Tillo's focus shifts to Faith - the same manner. The eyes move but the body doesn't. No words, just the weight of the devouring aura and the Nosferatu's expectation.<br />
<br />
+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Once Kumanhi's departed and Tillo's immediate queries are touched upon the silence as his weight of expectation and devouring aura stretch on, Cumani's offering Faith a little finger-wiggling wave, tulle sleeve shifting to billow about a slender arm, before her fingers lace before her hips together, so she can listen quietly to the procession of events at Court. She nods at her departing brother, and then at Marigold in greeting, Brennan nowhere in tow this time. Apparently the Undercity is not his cup of tea. "I was once a Seer," she offers in a tone little above a whisper from her position standing closer to the throne rather than seated at the table, clearly a thing of the past. Though her tone is wistful. "Proper use of such can be instrumental, but... I have long since lost the ability to call upon it." And for once her features betray genuine feeling: Pained. A feeling swallowed back like so much blood, in seconds.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Well then," Faith says with a sidelong glance at Hal, a brief smirk curving her lips, something self-deprecating seen in her expression. "Surprise." And then she's rising to her feet, gaze downcast both out of habit, and because of Tillo's attention on her. "I am Madam Faith Wilson, Nosferatu of the Invictus and Au Pair. I know ... only a little, your majesty." She offers quietly, pausing a moment, and then announcing: "The Pure are recruiting. I recently saw a ritual down here in the tunnels -- ritual burning, branding. They worship the flames. New recruits, I'm given to understand."<br />
<br />
+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Hal affects a gasp of surprise, slowly pressing a hand to his chest as if to still his cold heart to further stillness lest it still itself completely out of his ribs. Clearly the shock of Faith's incredible outburst has...no, not really. He's grinning before she's even finished speaking.<br />
<br />
+----+ Jack +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Jack raises an eyebrow at that, and he shifts the way he's standing slightly, but he isn't so impertinent to interrupt. He does drum black clawed fingers against a pillar, though. It's a very light tap-tap-tap-tap, tap-tap-tap-tap.<br />
<br />
+----+ Roman +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
This news has apparently not snapped Roman out of his silent, faux-sleep. If anything, it seems to have put him /further/ into a bored stupor because the moment Faith talks about the Pure worshipping the flames, he snores. Loudly.<br />
<br />
It is of course an act, and one that should fool no one considering he's Kindred. One eye does finally slither open as he stares side-long at Faith before he lets his lid drop again while he smacks his lips and returns to his sleeping act.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Tillo's Beast roils beneath the surface, more felt than seen when he moves again, readjusting in an absent way to stand rather stiffly. "Werewolves." Nothing nice in the way he says the word. Another of those odd pauses, the gaps in motion and sound that echo the utter lack of humanity left in the Prince.<br />
<br />
"Coins. Coins to those that bring me information. More coins for more information. Heavy purses for the hides of the Pure. Ways to stop the fires, ways to put an end to the thing under Central that threatens everything. Whatever tool you can bend to the task? You will be rewarded for the use of." Blood, money, kine, Lost or Wolf.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kumanhi +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kumanhi spends the interlude between Tillo's speech scanning faces, briefly looking up from his phone to study a few Kindred in the crowd with his acute senses, until Tillo mentions 'Coins'.<br />
<br />
Fuck, that's right, the coins. The Daeva in red and gold silk steps forward, producing three coins from his kaftan pockets, "One from me, one from my sister, Cumani Bellecourt, one from my brother, Brendan Crow." From his stooped, subservient position, he looks up at the dread thing, the nosferatu, and murmurs, "For the war effort, my Prince... The Night Garden procudes.x" After that shameless plug, he turns and stalks proudly back to the line of ghouls, falling in line as Tillo's property.<br />
<br />
+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"For those hungry for coins and Pure-pelts, I suggest adding fire extinguishers to your kit. The heavy duty professional kind. That's not a joke. Nothing shuts down a firebug who thinks they're being a clever little shit quite like a face full of chilled carbon dioxide and foam." This from Hal, who seems happy to offer up a little advice for those who might go after fiery werewolves.<br />
<br />
+----+ Jack +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
This time, Jack speaks, since they asked for information. "These fire-cultists. I can't claim to be an expert on their society," Jack says, "I do know one thing about them. You have one advantage, which is that in their arrogance, they'll underestimate you. To them, you're vermin. It's the other Werewolves they hate, and who they'll want to convert -- or kill. Distract them with the prey they crave, and then crush them under your boot-heel."<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
A slight bow of her head, and Faith is settling back down again, hands clasping together, content for the moment as she listens to other thoughts and processes, glancing from speaker to speaker. She watches Cumani handing over coins thoughtfully a moment, before glancing sidelong back at Hal. "Hey, I suggested that to one of the Lost I met. Fire extinguishers."<br />
<br />
+----+ Roman +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Roman grunts and shifts, finally dropping the sleeping act he pats Marigold on the thigh and murmurs something to her quietly as he reaches past her dangling legs to get to the phone in his pocket. He's largely ignoring the conversation blossoming around the room about the Pure and how to hunt them best, and instead begins texting.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
As with the phone... Tillo has a ghoul for that. A different one moves forward to hold out their hands for the coins from Kumanhi, head bowed to hide a heavily scarred face, features distorted by an old, nearly fatal injury.<br />
<br />
+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Of course you did," remarks Hal to Faith with a half shrug and an amused tone. "You and I are both clever little shits."<br />
<br />
+----+ Marigold +--------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The greeting from Cumani is seen, and just as Marigold about to give a finger wiggle back in return, the other Daeva speaks about /once/ being a Seer. That brings a pause to the Crone as her dark eyes narrow, curiosity still there, but something else glints to life. She studies Cumani as her hand falls to rest on her knee, dark eyes kept there until Faith speaks up. Oh, this Court has gotten interesting, and now the Crone fixes the Haunt with the weight of her stare, listening quietly to what she says. It earns a look at Roman right before he can pat her thigh, the gesture earning him the warmth of her smile as she lifts off his lap slightly so he can reach his phone. She doesn't even bother trying to watch him text, her gaze returns back to the gathered Court as information is traded so freely about.<br />
<br />
+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
There is a grim dignity about Cumani after the admission, not detracted from by the couture affectation of Victorian chic. Her almost ramrod straight posture perfect as she stands to the side of the Throne, distant from both it and the table where others sit, yet also not among the ghouls, fingers folded neatly before her hips. She gives a silent nod at Tillo's words, not speaking again unless spoken to. That light in Marigold's eyes? Probably left Cumani's a long time ago. When the Sight did. Instead it is replaced with grim dignity in ink and tulle. Dour does little service to a Daeva's features, but she wears it like the rest of the couture - as if it were made just for her.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"I have long studied the rent reality under the Loop. The things that come out. I have learned to feast on their essence. But fighting them? Knowing what will prove effective and what will do nothing?" Tillo forces air into his lungs. "Wolves bleed easy. But we need the Accorded ones to help rein in the spill of spirits. The others..." Tillo gestures vaguely towards the cloak made from a Fire-Touched skin. "Have betrayed us all. The city burns and they dance in the flames. I will speak with the other Princes about calling down a Blood Hunt on the wolves outside the Accord." A dicey affair of negotiating with the Crown, the Blue Moon Protectorate, and the other two princes.<br />
<br />
"If you want a say in that conversation, I suggest you seek to rise among your peers as Priscus or Primogen." Eyes slant towards Cumani, studying the female half of the twins. Thinking.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
She smirks at Hal once more, giving a little shrug, before Faith is reaching into her pocket for her phone that just gave a little buzz. She's staring at it a second, and then texting something of her own before setting the device down upon the table once more, her attention returning directly to the Prince. She watches quietly now, considering the threads of conversation going around, with little reaction to the eyes that find her here and there.<br />
<br />
+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Hal leans toward Faith and asks quietly and with focused interest, "How in the hell can you get a signal down here? Does T-Mobile have a sewer-plan?" As if to underscore this, he pulls out his own phone, which happens to be the latest Samsung Galaxy, and scowls at it for having no bars. At all. "This beknighted thing forgets its purpose if I go into the wrong basement, much less anything deeper than a subway tunnel."<br />
<br />
+----+ Roman +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
For whatever reason, something Tillo says perks Roman's interest, and he finally slips his phone back in his pocket and rouses himself into a slightly more active posture. Of course, that 'active posture' is just him straightening up slightly, rather than slouching in the groaning and creaking chair. He doesn't even bother to drop his boots off the table.<br />
<br />
"Fuck it," he growls low before clearing his throat and raising his voice, "Order Primogen. Vote, fight me for it," his voice trails off in apathy as he drops his hand back onto Marigold lap, the other on his chest, and lets his eyes drift closed again, "I don't give a shit."<br />
<br />
+----+ Kumanhi +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"I trust my sister, in manner of protocol amongst Daeva, and... that one, there... the Gardener Marigold, in matters of her Will... but my Prince," Kumanhi glances towards Marigold and Roman's tables, while addressing Tillo, "Is there anything in the Accords stopping us from ... simply murdering all the Pure? As soon as possible?" He flashes a pseudo-meek grin, trying to approximate subservience, "To be clear, do we have your permission to hunt them, on your ground? To kill the dogs licking at the Wound?"<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"May the most worthy rise to the top and guide the others along their path." Not the best, or the cleverest, but whoever can bite and claw and slither into a position. Blessing offered, Tillo's lips twitch in a tiny display of humor.<br />
<br />
"They are not of the Accord, and are not afforded the protections the Forsaken have. That's why I was working them." Disposable, unpaid help that no one will care about should they go missing.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"You're showing your age again," Faith says in a dry tone to Hal, staring at his phone a moment. "It's 2022, get on the wifi. Can't help you with the wrong basements though." She looks up when Roman makes his announcement for Order Primogen, head inclining to the side just slightly, before watching Tillo once more.<br />
<br />
+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
With a quiet look between Kumanhi, Tillo, and Marigold, Cumani remains otherwise mostly unmoving, just sort of standing there and watching the events of Court unfold. She does smile at her brother's words, offer a twitch of a nod at Tillo's. For most present, there is little acknowledgement or exchange offered. Aside from that second look at Marigold. One can imagine her intent to speak with the other Daeva later, it's almost written across her features, features that are otherwise largely placid and reflecting little.<br />
<br />
+----+ Marigold +--------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Another soft laugh bubbles up from Marigold when she is named 'Gardener.' It isn't false, but it delights. That light remains in her dark eyes, that glittery fire all her own as her smile brightens as she looks back toward Kumanhi as he speaks of his trust in her regarding the Mother's will. It isn't to that twin her gaze remains as it is the other, the sister, that those dark eyes return to with that penetrating and curious stare. Her voice comes soft but reaching, "You and I will speak. Not here. Not tonight. I'll send word when I want you." Mari turns away from Cumani and back to Roman, sharing with him a look before she settles down in silence once more.<br />
<br />
+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Don't be like that. Ugh. I have got to find another valet to take care of this kind of thing..." Haliburton's grousing comes with a sigh and a note of mild annoyance as he puts his phone away. Notably he doesn't try to turn on the wifi, or ask for a password. Most likely he doesn't know how and would rather stab himself in the eye than admit it. The whole thing is handled in a hushed tone though and he somehow seems to have taken in everything the resident Prince has shared.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Are there any questions outside of what has been discussed tonight? or within the scope of that which needs addressed?" Tillo asks, looking between the various faces - lingering on Roman's false act of sleepiness.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kumanhi +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"May I nominate Roman to be your Scourge, as well as whatever his Order decides, my Prince." Kumanhi pipes up, looking to Tillo, "Beyond that..."<br />
<br />
He looks to the Kindred gathered, "If there are any willing to share their Vitae so that I, /We/ might divine our Prince's best, most fortunate path, I am seeking names to give the... appropriate times and places to offer tribute." He bows again, towards the throne, before backing up towards the old, moldy stone wall enshrouding them, near the exit. A sign of his withdrawal from tonight's Court.<br />
<br />
+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
There is not even a beat's time before Cumani is stepping off after Kumanhi, her first sign of withdrawal following his. Perhaps not coincidentally in the moments after being asked about Vitae to Divine with. One can only speculate. Her features are as unmoving as they have been most of the night without her companion of recent nights to prove diversion. She nods at Marigold though, as she turns off toward her brother and presumably the exit.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Sorry. Distracted by ... things." Faith asides in her low tone to Hal, shaking her head a moment. "I can connect your phone if you want?" She offers, keeping her glance sidelong on the prince at least, gesturing at Hal if he wants to produce the device once more, staring at Kumanhi as he makes his announcement, her lips setting into that comfortable neutral once more.<br />
<br />
+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"No. It's beneath your dignity." replies Hal to Faith in a matter-of-fact tone. He's not joking about that, it would seem. As for Tillo's question, he pipes up a bit then with a real question: "Your Grace, how much time do we have before you expect results in this endeavour?"<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Progress within a month." Tillo decides after one his classic, too-still, inhuman pauses.<br />
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<div>{{Log<br />
|chars=[[Jack]], [[Kumanhi]], [[Nichole]], [[Marigold]], [[Roman]], [[Faith]], [[Haliburton]], [[Cumani]], and [[Lilith]] as ST<br />
|gamedate=2022.08.20<br />
|location=Undercity Elysium<br />
|summary=Undercity Court in the Oubliette.<br />
|categories=Vampire<br />
|log=<xp/award> You have awarded 'Jack' 2 Beats for 'Undercity's August Court'<br />
<xp/award> You have awarded 'Kumanhi' 2 Beats for 'Undercity's August Court'<br />
<xp/award> You have awarded 'Nichole' 2 Beats for 'Undercity's August Court'<br />
<xp/award> You have awarded 'Marigold' 2 Beats for 'Undercity's August Court'<br />
<xp/award> You have awarded 'Roman' 2 Beats for 'Undercity's August Court'<br />
<xp/award> You have awarded 'Faith' 2 Beats for 'Undercity's August Court'<br />
<xp/award> You have awarded 'Haliburton' 2 Beats for 'Undercity's August Court'<br />
<xp/award> You have awarded 'Cumani' 2 Beats for 'Undercity's August Court'<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Several ghouls and the Fetcher - a woman shrouded on loosely draped fabric to conceal deformities - are busy, helping people find their way through the tunnels. With the fires and the minotaur and the Pure, care is needed to make sure paths don't cross on the way to the Oubliette. It also means that most are guided through different paths, to try and avoid drawing the attention of those things best avoided. <br />
<br />
Within the old cistern, the lights over head are dim and unsteady, the spider's web of old steel casting shadows on the floor. It's cold and damp, and the walls are slimy with algae. The least glamorous of the Princely holdings, by a long stretch. <br />
<br />
Tillo is unmoving, silent, perched in thought on his throne of twisted rebar, charred timbers, and moldering bones. The signature scythe is leaning against one side, while the other has what looks like a burn scarred, human hide cloak draped over the back of the throne. He doesn't bother to feign life, not even in the slightest of ways. Statue still and silent.<br />
Kumanhi pages: Has Tillo or Raul interacted with Kuma before now?<br />
<br />
+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Leave it to a Daeva to show up in an algae strewn hole in the ground covered head to toe in haute couture, and so Cumani shows up in Alexander McQueen, fulled decked out in the dim light, but following the Fetcher at a polite distance, carefully respectful about it and lifting the skirts of her gown an inch or two in her hands until she finds the Oubliette. Unlike the week before, she drops into a studied, exacting bow to Tillo when she reaches the appropriate destination though, remaining quiet unless or until spoken to, waiting on others to arrive.<br />
<br />
+----+ Jack +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Jack has actually dressed up today - he's wearing a form-fitting suit in a slim modern cut with a matching tie, wire-frame sunglasses, and shiny shoes. He's currently off with another group of Kindred near the back, chatting with them, though the topic of discussion doesn't appear to be terribly fascinating - something about ley-line shifts after the Great Fire or some other nonsense.<br />
<br />
+----+ Nichole +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Nichole follows the guide's lead in silent obedience, not questioning where she's being led. Arriving in the Oubliette, the petite woman dips down into a polite curtsey for Tillo before rising and moving off to one of the tables where she settles down, skirt spreading about her legs as she laces her fingers together to rest them on the surface of the table.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith has come tonight, the Nosferatu knowing her way well enough through the undercity, dressed in her usual way. Nice jeans, nice shoes, her black shirt and black jacket with the hood up, bathing her face in shadow as always. She slips into the room that serves as Prince Tillo's court, a glance around briefly and her eyes settle on the other Nosferatu, her expression remaining passive and pensive, her gaze downcast slightly, as always. She's not alone tonight, entering with another at her side, and she leans close to Hal for a soft word and gestures towards one of the tables.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kumanhi +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Dressed in a red and gold Kaftan and simple leather sandals, Kumanhi follows the Fetcher on yet another byzantine journey towards the Oubliette, deposited into the throne room from above. Sans the blush of life, he joins his sister's side, bowing deeply and remaining bent, hands steepled at his chest. There he remains, still and frozen.<br />
<br />
+----+ Roman +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Roman's schedule had recently gotten a /lot/ busier with construction on Satin and Savagery complete. Still, he found time to wander out of his new clubs with his trusty sledgehammer in one hand, still slung over his shoulder, and Marigold in the other. Upon being led to the Oubliette by one of the ghoul guides -- a thankless task considering how little Roman pays any attention to their existence -- he peels off to the side, leads Marigold to one of the tables, and then drops heavily into an available chair, his large frame causing it to creak as he *THUDS* his hammer down on the table itself and kicks his feet up beside it.<br />
<br />
+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Though he seldom dresses down, Haliburton knows not to come into a literal sewer wearing fine suits and ties. Instead he's come clad in practical lace-up leather boots that have nice good grippy soles, black BDU trousers neatly bloused just above the tops, though that is less apparent as he has somehow found gaiters to go over that and lace up almost to his knees. The rest of him is covered mostly in a charcoal grey trenchcoat belted neatly at the waist. A slouch-hat of a colour matching the coat keeps unwanted things from dripping on his head, and he generally looks like a civilised man who has prepared himself to be splashed with disgusting wet things. Hopefully that also means that he would not complain if such a thing happened. He comes immediately on the heels of Faith, whom it would appear he has been walking with or perhaps merely following. Hal's genial expression toward her seems genuine enough.<br />
<br />
+----+ Marigold +--------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Though some would call it a vice, curiosity is Marigold's chief virtue. So the entire trip down through that meander, she watches and listens, not so much trying to memorize anything but simply taking in this new-to-her space. She lingers at Roman's side, her bare feet quiet on the ground as she moves, that flowing deep green and gold maxi dress brushing the floor. There's a squeeze to Roman's hand as he leads her off to a table, letting the big man pick his chair before she makes to perch elegantly, not in one herself, but rather on his lap. One leg crosses over the other as she looks at those gathered, noting far more familiar faces than Marigold anticipated.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
One of the ghouls nods to the Fetcher, who subtly signals that most have gathered. Finally, Tillo moves, rising in a manner that is as inhuman as his motionless posture was. At his full height, the nosferatu crests close to seven feet tall. Gaunt and too long of limb, giving him a spidery air. As he rises, the feeling of insatiable hunger rolls off him - a monster that could drink the world and still want for more. An over long pause and he adjusts the lay of his older style suit - something more nineteen-twenties than anything modern. "The ghouls will tend those with thirst. None are contaminated with disease nor toxin."<br />
<br />
Another pause, a slow thinker, perhaps, or one that has lost some sense of the passage of time without a heartbeat to measure with. "Threads unravel all across the city. Above and below. The thing dubbed the Black ooze sparked a chain of events. Events that lead to fires burning for days in the Undercity. And soon after, the Minotaur arose and slipped free. The fires still above ground. The beast walking where it will. The Pure have been rumored to cross their paths with it."<br />
<br />
"What do you know of these things?" Beckoning anyone with information to come speak of it - then going motionless, not bothering to lower his hand. Statue still once more.<br />
<br />
+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
After a brief, whispered exchange with Kumanhi, Cumani remains quiet for the most part as she remains off to the sidelines, black tulle and nude silk immaculate as her posture. Listening with rapt intent. She gives her taller Twin a thoughtful look, almost questioning, when Tillo beckons the question, one of her brows rising.<br />
<br />
+----+ Jack +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The conversation ends, of course, and at the mention of the Pure Jack gives the old Nosferatu his attention, though staying at the back and maintaining a disaffected air means he doesn't look much like he is. Still, this got interesting, and he'd like to know more.<br />
<br />
+----+ Nichole +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
There is a slight squint as Tillo speaks, a thoughtful look on Nichole's face. But she doesn't offer up any words. Instead, her eyes shift to look around the room at those present, watching their own reactions to the question.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
After her gesture, Faith sets to leading Hal to one of the tables, and once the two of them are settled in she takes a moment to consider the other Kindred, familiar and otherwise. Her hands rest together upon the table, and she's got her attention on Tillo once the Prince sets to motion, listening quietly. When the question of the Pure come up, she shifts, lifting a hand a moment. But rather than speak, her gaze turns to peer across the way at Roman, lifting her head up to stare at him with a small amount of curiosity. She's waiting a moment.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kumanhi +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Nothing he doesn't already know," Kumanhi relays to his twin, rising from his bow. He offers her a somber, wan smile, and departs her side. Instead of finding a seat amidst the crowd, he steps purposefully towards the line of ghouls, but instead of feasting on them, he fall in, rank and file, a subtle, nuanced declaration of sorts. Once in line with the rest of Tillo's property, he pulls out his phone, idly texting.<br />
<br />
+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
As he sits, Hal remarks gently, though without a tone meant to announce or draw attention, "What a surprise it would be if someone here knew a thing of importance and then chose to announce it." His eyes cut toward Faith briefly, but take their turns watching the other Kindred present.<br />
<br />
+----+ Roman +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Roman has nothing to offer -- or maybe he does -- but he's too busy pretending to be asleep to contribute any new information to the group. One hand rests on his chest, the other on Marigold's lap, and he's leaning back in a chair that's doing its damnedest to keep from collapsing into a pile of matchsticks. Head back, eyes closed, he's only one step away from actually snoring.<br />
<br />
+----+ Marigold +--------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The heavy dark weight of Marigold's eyes finds rest upon Tillo quickly enough as she watches the Haunt rise and begin to lead Court. Her gaze doesn't move from him, unblinking as she listens to that speech. There's no playing of life in the Crone herself, that dark head tipped to the side as she sinks further into the familiar solace of Roman's lap. Once the desire for information comes from the Undercity prince, those eyes lift and move from face to face -- pausing at Faith for a moment, lingering with an unspoken question in her gaze before moving on. When Kumanhi moves to join the line of ghouls, and stays in the line with them as one, Marigold's brows loft and her lips quirk into a smile before she laughs softly, amusement growing in her gaze before she returns her attention to the Prince.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
One of the ghouls that is quietly off to the side, startling when a buzzing sound comes from their pocket. Tillo's eyes slow-roll that direction without moving the rest of his body at all. The poor ghoul fumbles a phone out and checks the message before tapping a possible reply.<br />
<br />
That handled, Tillo's focus shifts to Faith - the same manner. The eyes move but the body doesn't. No words, just the weight of the devouring aura and the Nosferatu's expectation.<br />
<br />
+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Once Kumanhi's departed and Tillo's immediate queries are touched upon the silence as his weight of expectation and devouring aura stretch on, Cumani's offering Faith a little finger-wiggling wave, tulle sleeve shifting to billow about a slender arm, before her fingers lace before her hips together, so she can listen quietly to the procession of events at Court. She nods at her departing brother, and then at Marigold in greeting, Brennan nowhere in tow this time. Apparently the Undercity is not his cup of tea. "I was once a Seer," she offers in a tone little above a whisper from her position standing closer to the throne rather than seated at the table, clearly a thing of the past. Though her tone is wistful. "Proper use of such can be instrumental, but... I have long since lost the ability to call upon it." And for once her features betray genuine feeling: Pained. A feeling swallowed back like so much blood, in seconds.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Well then," Faith says with a sidelong glance at Hal, a brief smirk curving her lips, something self-deprecating seen in her expression. "Surprise." And then she's rising to her feet, gaze downcast both out of habit, and because of Tillo's attention on her. "I am Madam Faith Wilson, Nosferatu of the Invictus and Au Pair. I know ... only a little, your majesty." She offers quietly, pausing a moment, and then announcing: "The Pure are recruiting. I recently saw a ritual down here in the tunnels -- ritual burning, branding. They worship the flames. New recruits, I'm given to understand."<br />
<br />
+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Hal affects a gasp of surprise, slowly pressing a hand to his chest as if to still his cold heart to further stillness lest it still itself completely out of his ribs. Clearly the shock of Faith's incredible outburst has...no, not really. He's grinning before she's even finished speaking.<br />
<br />
+----+ Jack +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Jack raises an eyebrow at that, and he shifts the way he's standing slightly, but he isn't so impertinent to interrupt. He does drum black clawed fingers against a pillar, though. It's a very light tap-tap-tap-tap, tap-tap-tap-tap.<br />
<br />
+----+ Roman +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
This news has apparently not snapped Roman out of his silent, faux-sleep. If anything, it seems to have put him /further/ into a bored stupor because the moment Faith talks about the Pure worshipping the flames, he snores. Loudly.<br />
<br />
It is of course an act, and one that should fool no one considering he's Kindred. One eye does finally slither open as he stares side-long at Faith before he lets his lid drop again while he smacks his lips and returns to his sleeping act.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Tillo's Beast roils beneath the surface, more felt than seen when he moves again, readjusting in an absent way to stand rather stiffly. "Werewolves." Nothing nice in the way he says the word. Another of those odd pauses, the gaps in motion and sound that echo the utter lack of humanity left in the Prince.<br />
<br />
"Coins. Coins to those that bring me information. More coins for more information. Heavy purses for the hides of the Pure. Ways to stop the fires, ways to put an end to the thing under Central that threatens everything. Whatever tool you can bend to the task? You will be rewarded for the use of." Blood, money, kine, Lost or Wolf.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kumanhi +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kumanhi spends the interlude between Tillo's speech scanning faces, briefly looking up from his phone to study a few Kindred in the crowd with his acute senses, until Tillo mentions 'Coins'.<br />
<br />
Fuck, that's right, the coins. The Daeva in red and gold silk steps forward, producing three coins from his kaftan pockets, "One from me, one from my sister, Cumani Bellecourt, one from my brother, Brendan Crow." From his stooped, subservient position, he looks up at the dread thing, the nosferatu, and murmurs, "For the war effort, my Prince... The Night Garden procudes.x" After that shameless plug, he turns and stalks proudly back to the line of ghouls, falling in line as Tillo's property.<br />
<br />
+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"For those hungry for coins and Pure-pelts, I suggest adding fire extinguishers to your kit. The heavy duty professional kind. That's not a joke. Nothing shuts down a firebug who thinks they're being a clever little shit quite like a face full of chilled carbon dioxide and foam." This from Hal, who seems happy to offer up a little advice for those who might go after fiery werewolves.<br />
<br />
+----+ Jack +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
This time, Jack speaks, since they asked for information. "These fire-cultists. I can't claim to be an expert on their society," Jack says, "I do know one thing about them. You have one advantage, which is that in their arrogance, they'll underestimate you. To them, you're vermin. It's the other Werewolves they hate, and who they'll want to convert -- or kill. Distract them with the prey they crave, and then crush them under your boot-heel."<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
A slight bow of her head, and Faith is settling back down again, hands clasping together, content for the moment as she listens to other thoughts and processes, glancing from speaker to speaker. She watches Cumani handing over coins thoughtfully a moment, before glancing sidelong back at Hal. "Hey, I suggested that to one of the Lost I met. Fire extinguishers."<br />
<br />
+----+ Roman +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Roman grunts and shifts, finally dropping the sleeping act he pats Marigold on the thigh and murmurs something to her quietly as he reaches past her dangling legs to get to the phone in his pocket. He's largely ignoring the conversation blossoming around the room about the Pure and how to hunt them best, and instead begins texting.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
As with the phone... Tillo has a ghoul for that. A different one moves forward to hold out their hands for the coins from Kumanhi, head bowed to hide a heavily scarred face, features distorted by an old, nearly fatal injury.<br />
<br />
+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Of course you did," remarks Hal to Faith with a half shrug and an amused tone. "You and I are both clever little shits."<br />
<br />
+----+ Marigold +--------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The greeting from Cumani is seen, and just as Marigold about to give a finger wiggle back in return, the other Daeva speaks about /once/ being a Seer. That brings a pause to the Crone as her dark eyes narrow, curiosity still there, but something else glints to life. She studies Cumani as her hand falls to rest on her knee, dark eyes kept there until Faith speaks up. Oh, this Court has gotten interesting, and now the Crone fixes the Haunt with the weight of her stare, listening quietly to what she says. It earns a look at Roman right before he can pat her thigh, the gesture earning him the warmth of her smile as she lifts off his lap slightly so he can reach his phone. She doesn't even bother trying to watch him text, her gaze returns back to the gathered Court as information is traded so freely about.<br />
<br />
+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
There is a grim dignity about Cumani after the admission, not detracted from by the couture affectation of Victorian chic. Her almost ramrod straight posture perfect as she stands to the side of the Throne, distant from both it and the table where others sit, yet also not among the ghouls, fingers folded neatly before her hips. She gives a silent nod at Tillo's words, not speaking again unless spoken to. That light in Marigold's eyes? Probably left Cumani's a long time ago. When the Sight did. Instead it is replaced with grim dignity in ink and tulle. Dour does little service to a Daeva's features, but she wears it like the rest of the couture - as if it were made just for her.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"I have long studied the rent reality under the Loop. The things that come out. I have learned to feast on their essence. But fighting them? Knowing what will prove effective and what will do nothing?" Tillo forces air into his lungs. "Wolves bleed easy. But we need the Accorded ones to help rein in the spill of spirits. The others..." Tillo gestures vaguely towards the cloak made from a Fire-Touched skin. "Have betrayed us all. The city burns and they dance in the flames. I will speak with the other Princes about calling down a Blood Hunt on the wolves outside the Accord." A dicey affair of negotiating with the Crown, the Blue Moon Protectorate, and the other two princes.<br />
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"If you want a say in that conversation, I suggest you seek to rise among your peers as Priscus or Primogen." Eyes slant towards Cumani, studying the female half of the twins. Thinking.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
She smirks at Hal once more, giving a little shrug, before Faith is reaching into her pocket for her phone that just gave a little buzz. She's staring at it a second, and then texting something of her own before setting the device down upon the table once more, her attention returning directly to the Prince. She watches quietly now, considering the threads of conversation going around, with little reaction to the eyes that find her here and there.<br />
<br />
+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Hal leans toward Faith and asks quietly and with focused interest, "How in the hell can you get a signal down here? Does T-Mobile have a sewer-plan?" As if to underscore this, he pulls out his own phone, which happens to be the latest Samsung Galaxy, and scowls at it for having no bars. At all. "This beknighted thing forgets its purpose if I go into the wrong basement, much less anything deeper than a subway tunnel."<br />
<br />
+----+ Roman +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
For whatever reason, something Tillo says perks Roman's interest, and he finally slips his phone back in his pocket and rouses himself into a slightly more active posture. Of course, that 'active posture' is just him straightening up slightly, rather than slouching in the groaning and creaking chair. He doesn't even bother to drop his boots off the table.<br />
<br />
"Fuck it," he growls low before clearing his throat and raising his voice, "Order Primogen. Vote, fight me for it," his voice trails off in apathy as he drops his hand back onto Marigold lap, the other on his chest, and lets his eyes drift closed again, "I don't give a shit."<br />
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+----+ Kumanhi +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"I trust my sister, in manner of protocol amongst Daeva, and... that one, there... the Gardener Marigold, in matters of her Will... but my Prince," Kumanhi glances towards Marigold and Roman's tables, while addressing Tillo, "Is there anything in the Accords stopping us from ... simply murdering all the Pure? As soon as possible?" He flashes a pseudo-meek grin, trying to approximate subservience, "To be clear, do we have your permission to hunt them, on your ground? To kill the dogs licking at the Wound?"<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"May the most worthy rise to the top and guide the others along their path." Not the best, or the cleverest, but whoever can bite and claw and slither into a position. Blessing offered, Tillo's lips twitch in a tiny display of humor.<br />
<br />
"They are not of the Accord, and are not afforded the protections the Forsaken have. That's why I was working them." Disposable, unpaid help that no one will care about should they go missing.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"You're showing your age again," Faith says in a dry tone to Hal, staring at his phone a moment. "It's 2022, get on the wifi. Can't help you with the wrong basements though." She looks up when Roman makes his announcement for Order Primogen, head inclining to the side just slightly, before watching Tillo once more.<br />
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+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
With a quiet look between Kumanhi, Tillo, and Marigold, Cumani remains otherwise mostly unmoving, just sort of standing there and watching the events of Court unfold. She does smile at her brother's words, offer a twitch of a nod at Tillo's. For most present, there is little acknowledgement or exchange offered. Aside from that second look at Marigold. One can imagine her intent to speak with the other Daeva later, it's almost written across her features, features that are otherwise largely placid and reflecting little.<br />
<br />
+----+ Marigold +--------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Another soft laugh bubbles up from Marigold when she is named 'Gardener.' It isn't false, but it delights. That light remains in her dark eyes, that glittery fire all her own as her smile brightens as she looks back toward Kumanhi as he speaks of his trust in her regarding the Mother's will. It isn't to that twin her gaze remains as it is the other, the sister, that those dark eyes return to with that penetrating and curious stare. Her voice comes soft but reaching, "You and I will speak. Not here. Not tonight. I'll send word when I want you." Mari turns away from Cumani and back to Roman, sharing with him a look before she settles down in silence once more.<br />
<br />
+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Don't be like that. Ugh. I have got to find another valet to take care of this kind of thing..." Haliburton's grousing comes with a sigh and a note of mild annoyance as he puts his phone away. Notably he doesn't try to turn on the wifi, or ask for a password. Most likely he doesn't know how and would rather stab himself in the eye than admit it. The whole thing is handled in a hushed tone though and he somehow seems to have taken in everything the resident Prince has shared.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Are there any questions outside of what has been discussed tonight? or within the scope of that which needs addressed?" Tillo asks, looking between the various faces - lingering on Roman's false act of sleepiness.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kumanhi +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"May I nominate Roman to be your Scourge, as well as whatever his Order decides, my Prince." Kumanhi pipes up, looking to Tillo, "Beyond that..."<br />
<br />
He looks to the Kindred gathered, "If there are any willing to share their Vitae so that I, /We/ might divine our Prince's best, most fortunate path, I am seeking names to give the... appropriate times and places to offer tribute." He bows again, towards the throne, before backing up towards the old, moldy stone wall enshrouding them, near the exit. A sign of his withdrawal from tonight's Court.<br />
<br />
+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
There is not even a beat's time before Cumani is stepping off after Kumanhi, her first sign of withdrawal following his. Perhaps not coincidentally in the moments after being asked about Vitae to Divine with. One can only speculate. Her features are as unmoving as they have been most of the night without her companion of recent nights to prove diversion. She nods at Marigold though, as she turns off toward her brother and presumably the exit.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Sorry. Distracted by ... things." Faith asides in her low tone to Hal, shaking her head a moment. "I can connect your phone if you want?" She offers, keeping her glance sidelong on the prince at least, gesturing at Hal if he wants to produce the device once more, staring at Kumanhi as he makes his announcement, her lips setting into that comfortable neutral once more.<br />
<br />
+----+ Haliburton +------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"No. It's beneath your dignity." replies Hal to Faith in a matter-of-fact tone. He's not joking about that, it would seem. As for Tillo's question, he pipes up a bit then with a real question: "Your Grace, how much time do we have before you expect results in this endeavour?"<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Progress within a month." Tillo decides after one his classic, too-still, inhuman pauses.<br />
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All vamps get a free dot of status in their covenant/clan/praxis at approval. If you did not, please let staff know.<br><br />
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Covenant and Praxis status can be bought in multiple Covenants or Praxes, up to 5 total dots. If you have Status 3 in your covenant, you can only ever have 2 dots of status in other covenants.<br><br />
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The coin cost represents doing tasks for the Praxis/Covenant that you wish to gain status in. It doesn't matter how you acquire the coin - the expenditure towards Status is 'I am doing things for the clan/covenant/praxes at personal cost to myself'.<br><br />
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An Unaligned PC joining a Covenant will pay 2 coins, but no xp for the first dot. This represents having to work your way into the Covenant, but also the xp break given at CG for that first dot.<br><br />
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A PC leaving a Covenant to join another will lose a dot of status in the previous Covenant. This mitigates the XP cost, but the coin for the first dot would still need to be paid. As well, this provides a -1 to your max total status dots and will require working with staff to restore.<br><br />
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Per pg. 113 in VtR Core: You cannot buy clan status in another clan. <br><br />
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Staff is happy to run scenes for earning coins to go towards Status raises.<br><br />
* Costs for Primary Clan/Covenant/Praxis Status are:<br />
** 1 = Free<br />
** 2 = 2 coins, 1 xp<br />
** 3 = 4 coins, 1 xp<br />
** 4 = 8 coins, 1 xp<br />
** 5 = 16 coins, 1 xp<br />
* Costs for Status in other Covenants or Praxes are:<br />
** 1 = 2 coins, 1 xp<br />
** 2 = 4 coins, 1 xp<br />
** 3 = 8 coins, 1 xp<br />
** 4 = 16 coins, 1 xp<br />
** 5 = 32 coins, 1 xp<br />
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Once code is implemented, Primogen and Priscus will be determined by +vote within the Clan or Covenant. Until then, blind group jobs will be used in which no one can see each others replies. Primogen and Priscus reside outside of the bubble of Praxes. Clan and Covenant don't care about dividing lines between Princes. However, a Priscus or Primogen might push agendas that lean towards Praxis favor. Priscus and Primogen are NOT tied to any court in particular, as they are Clan and Covenant specific - this is a deviation from the norm.<br />
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=== '''Prince''' ===<br />
[[Enrico Salvatore]]: Ventrue Invictus<br />
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[[Raul Alvarez]]: Gangrel Shepherd of the Ordo Dracul<br />
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[[Tillo Protz]]: Nosferatu Azerkatil of the Crone<br />
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'''Circle of the Crone:'''<br><br />
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Look to your left.<br />
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Odette thrives on it. She presumably has a lot of it. She just doesn't talk to much about herself. What is known is that she hangs around on the north side, and is apparently part of a rather wide ranging orginization of scholars and historians. More so than just normal Mekhet. But mostly she just sits around and watches.<br />
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I know what you want to learn.<br><br>North side.<br />
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CONTACTS HERE<br />
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[[Image:odress.jpg|x150px]]<br />
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| width="auto"| <center> [[File:RainAMain.png|center|x350px|link=]]</center><br />
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{| align="center"<br />
|- valign="bottom" width="90%; style="text-align:center;margin: 0px -10px 0px -10px; font-variant: small-caps;"<br />
| colspan="2" | <br />
<span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Calibri, Arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;>Television has done much for psychiatry by spreading information about it, as well as contributing to the need for it.<br>~ Alfred Hitchcock; "Alfred Hitchcock Presents" (1960)</span><br />
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<td style="vertical-align:top;padding-right:.7em; border-right:#000 solid 1px"><br />
== Background ==<br />
<p>Words will go here soon.</p><br />
<br />
== RP Hooks ==<br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Phenomenal Listener:''' Patience costs nothing save time and focus.</p><br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Out For a Spin:''' Enjoys motorcycle riding.</p><br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Psychiatry:''' It's about the journey to somewhere better.</p><br />
<br />
== Contacts ==<br />
<p>[[Image:PsychiatryIcon.png|50px|link=]] NAME - About them.</p><br />
<p>[[Image:PsychiatryIcon.png|50px|link=]] NAME - About them.</p><br />
<p>[[Image:PsychiatryIcon.png|50px|link=]] NAME - About them.</p><br />
<br />
== Logs ==<br />
{{ #dpl:<br />
|userdateformat='''Y M d''' -<br />
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|linksto={{PAGENAME}}<br />
|ordermethod=firstedit<br />
|order=ascending<br />
|addeditdate=true<br />
|shownamespace=false<br />
|noresultsheader=<font color="#cccccc">''No Logs Yet!''</font><br />
|columns=3<br />
}}<br />
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== Gallery ==<br />
<center>[[File:RainA2.png|x200px]][[File:RainA3.png|x200px]][[File:RainA4.png|x200px]]</center><br />
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{| width="100%" <br />
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<center>[[Image:RainA1.png|450px]]</center><br />
<br />
== Vital Stats ==<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Full Name:'''<br />
| class="info" | Mary Rain<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Appears As:'''<br />
| class="info" | Rain<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Apparent Age:'''<br />
| class="info" | Twenties<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Date of Birth:'''<br />
| class="info" | May 30th, 1994<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Blood:'''<br />
| class="info" | Fox<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Bone:'''<br />
| class="info" | Guru<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Occupation:'''<br />
| class="info" | Psychiatrist<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Tribe:'''<br />
| class="info" | Iron Master<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Auspice:'''<br />
| class="info" | Elodeth<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
{| width="80%" <br />
| colspan="5"|<br />
<br />
== Notable Stats ==<br />
|-<br />
| class="title"| '''STAT'''<br />
| class="info" | 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴<br />
|- <br />
| class="title"| '''STAT'''<br />
| class="info" | ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
{| width="90%" <br />
| colspan="5"|<br />
<br />
== Soundtrack==<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSOX2bQGUZM <span style="color:#ffffff; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;">Say It Ain't So - Vintage Torch Song Style Weezer Cover (ft. Dani Armstrong)]'''<br />
:''I can't confront you, I never could do''<br />
:''That which might hurt you, so try and be cool''<br />
:''When I say, "this way is a water slide away from me''<br />
:''That takes you further every day," so be cool''<br />
|-<br />
{{Played by<br />
| Character name = Rain<br />
| Model name = Anastasia EG<br />
| Sample = RainA1.png<br />
}}<br />
[[Category:Inactive PCs]][[Category:Werewolf]][[Category:Elodeth]][[Category:Iron Master]]</div>ShadowMasterhttp://cityofshadowsmux.com/index.php?title=Cal&diff=8847Cal2022-08-20T00:32:37Z<p>ShadowMaster: </p>
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<div>__NOTOC__<br />
{{Played by<br />
| Character name = <br />
| Model name = <br />
| Sample = <br />
}}<br />
{{Warning|Type=warning|Msg=OOC Information: All information is considered Out-Of-Character until you learn it through In-Character means.}}<br />
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|-<br />
| style="color:#FFF; text-align:left; vertical-align:top; font-family:Palatino Linotype; font-size:10pt; padding:0px; border-right:5px solid #000" |<br />
<center><br>[[Image:Cal1.jpg|280px]]<br><br></center><br />
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<div style="background-color:#000; line-height:300%"><font style="color:#ffaf00; font-size:14pt; font-variant:small-caps"><center>'''Stat Box'''</center></font></div><br />
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|-<br />
|'''Deedname:'''|| Brokenjaw<br />
|-<br />
|'''DOB:'''|| August 15th, 1998<br />
|-<br />
|'''Concept:'''|| Struggling Rocker<br />
|-<br />
|'''Blood:'''|| Alpha<br />
|-<br />
|'''Bone:'''|| Hedonist<br />
|-<br />
| colspan="2" | <hr><br />
|-<br />
|'''Auspice:'''|| Cahalith<br />
|-<br />
|'''Tribe:'''|| Blood Talons<br />
|-<br />
|'''Lodge:'''|| None<br />
|-<br />
|'''Pack:'''|| None<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
<div style="background-color:#000; line-height:300%"><font style="color:#ffaf00; font-size:14pt; font-variant:small-caps"><center>'''Soundtrack'''</center></font></div><br />
<div style="text-align:justify; padding:5px"><center><br />
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ENTER SOUNDTRACK HERE<br />
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</center></div><br />
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<div style="background-color:#000; line-height:300%"><font style="color:#ffaf00; font-size:14pt; font-variant:small-caps"><center>'''Description'''</center></font></div><br />
<div style="text-align:justify; padding:5px"><br />
<br />
This man is hot rock star personified. Tight, dark jeans with torn out knees cling to athletic legs and a rather perfect physique. Scuffed boots add to the outfit, along with his jeans being folded up a bit at the bottoms to add a style to it, and to make them fit. He is tightly muscled and a clean 6'2". His skin is tanned and he has a lot of tattoos, from 'LIVE' and 'FUCK' across his fingers, to a rose tattooed on the side of his neck. He is handsome, with full lips, bright eyes, and the kind of face that could easily compliment magazine covers. He's probably somewhere in his mid-twenties.<br />
<br />
<br />
Various faded band shirts usually go with his often dark jeans, with a leather jacket usually finishing the whole thing off.<br />
<br />
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</div><br />
<div style="background-color:#000; line-height:300%"><font style="color:#ffaf00; font-size:14pt; font-variant:small-caps"><center>'''History'''</center></font></div><br />
<div style="text-align:justify; padding:5px"><br />
<br />
Born and raised in Milwaukee, Cal never knew his birth parents. He was adopted as a very, very young child by a gay couple, and they were an amazing pair of parents and helped shape his world view. He followed one of his dad's interests in music, and ended up being a natural. <br />
<br />
He got booted from school at fifteen and got a job as a carpenter's apprentice to stay out of trouble. He also began learning how to cook. He just loved to create. He played in a few bands, though he didn't gain any popularity until 2017, with Angry Boi. They toured the rust belt and midwest and did well on a small scale.<br />
<br />
He went through his Change in 2020, and the band fell apart. Now he's here, looking for a new start.<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<div style="background-color:#000; line-height:300%"><font style="color:#ffaf00; font-size:14pt; font-variant:small-caps"><center>'''RP Hooks'''</center></font></div><br />
<div style="text-align:justify; padding:5px"><br />
<br />
* '''Rock''' : ''He loves music. He's an amazing singer, and good with a few different instruments. He has a tiny bit of fame among people who follow smaller bands, and there are a few bootleggs (Sold out of the band's car after shows) circultating. He's solo now, but looking for a new group.''<br />
<br />
* '''Cahalith''' : ''The man is a warrior poet, keeping the stories of his kind and getting his fellows all hyped for the work ahead.''<br />
<br />
* '''Alone''' : ''Whether looking for a friend, a mate or a pack, he's a lonely guy. This is a hard world to be alone in.''<br />
<br />
* '''Crafts''' : ''He actually makes his living as a carpenter. He works on houses, builds porches or...whatever. A year ago he even got hired to build a treehouse for someone. He's damn good, too. He is also an -amazing- cook.''<br />
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</div><br />
<div style="background-color:#000; line-height:300%"><font style="color:#ffaf00; font-size:14pt; font-variant:small-caps"><center>'''Contacts'''</center></font></div><br />
<div style="text-align:justify; padding:5px"><br />
<br />
CONTACTS HERE<br />
<br />
</div><br />
<div style="background-color:#000; line-height:300%"><font style="color:#ffaf00; font-size:14pt; font-variant:small-caps"><center>'''Gallery'''</center></font></div><br />
<div style="text-align:justify; padding:5px"><center><br />
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[[Image:INSERT|x150px]]<br />
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</center></div><br />
<div style="background-color:#000; line-height:300%"><font style="color:#ffaf00; font-size:14pt; font-variant:small-caps"><center>'''Logs'''</center></font></div><br />
<div style="text-align:justify; padding:5px; border:0px;"><center><br />
{{ #dpl:<br />
|userdateformat='''Y M d''' -<br />
|namespace=Logs<br />
|linksto={{PAGENAME}}<br />
|ordermethod=firstedit<br />
|order=ascending<br />
|addeditdate=true<br />
|shownamespace=false<br />
|noresultsheader=<font color="#cccccc">''No Logs Yet!''</font><br />
|columns=3<br />
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[[Category:Inactive PCs]][[Category:Werewolf]][[Category:Cahalith]][[Category:Blood Talons]]</div>ShadowMasterhttp://cityofshadowsmux.com/index.php?title=Drasche&diff=8846Drasche2022-08-20T00:32:26Z<p>ShadowMaster: </p>
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<div>__NOTOC__<br />
{{Played by<br />
| Character name = Ernst Michel Drasche<br />
| Model name = Mark Rydell<br />
| Sample = <br />
}}<br />
{{Warning|Type=warning|Msg=OOC Information: All information is considered Out-Of-Character until you learn it through In-Character means.}}<br />
__NOTOC__ <br />
__NOEDITSECTION__<br />
{| align="center" width="90%" style="background: linear-gradient(to right, #acbcc4 20%, #000000 55%);"<br />
|-<br />
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{| align="center" width="750px" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="10" style="font-family: Egyptienne; serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 100px; margin-top: 100px; padding: 0px; spacing: 0px; border: 2px solid #F7FF05; background-color: #F9F2F2; -moz-box-shadow: 0px 0px 80px #F9F2F2; -webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 15px 5px #FF8080, -9px 5px 15px 5px #AA3939, -7px -5px 15px 5px #8CFF85, 12px -5px 15px 5px #80C7FF, 12px 10px 15px 7px #E488FF, -10px 10px 15px 7px #FF616B, -10px -7px 27px 1px #8E5CFF, 5px 5px 15px 5px rgba(0,0,0,0); box-shadow: 5px 5px 15px 5px #FF8080, -9px 5px 15px 5px #FFE488, -7px -5px 15px 5px #8CFF85, 12px -5px 15px 5px #80C7FF, 12px 10px 15px 7px #492E74, -10px 10px 15px 7px #FF616B, -10px -7px 27px 1px #8E5CFF, 5px 5px 15px 5px rgba(0,0,0,0);"<br />
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| width="auto"| <center> [[File:DrascheAMain.png|center|x550px|link=]]</center><br />
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{| align="center"<br />
|- valign="bottom" width="90%; style="text-align:center;margin: 0px -10px 0px -10px; font-variant: small-caps;"<br />
| colspan="2" | <br />
<span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Calibri, Arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;>Technology gets better everyday. That's fine. But most of the time all you need is a stick of gum, a pocket knife and a smile.<br>~ Nathan Muir; "Spy Game" (2001)</span><br />
|}<br />
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<td style="vertical-align:top;padding-right:.7em; border-right:#000 solid 1px"><br />
== Background ==<br />
<p>Ernst Drasche is a retired professor of German.</p><br />
<p>He's also a vampire, who in his mortal life was a spy. Not an action hero, just a man who fed information to the enemies of his country. This left him with a set of skills that are useful to a vampire.</p><br />
<br />
== RP Hooks ==<br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Information:''' Need to know something? Drasche might be able to help with that.</p><br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Vampire''' And wise enough to have survived some rough times.</p><br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Daeva:''' Not everything is visible or clear.</p><br />
<br />
== Contacts ==<br />
<p>[[Image:Df002.jpeg|50px|link=Penelope]] [[Penelope]] - About them.</p><br />
<p>[[Image:SpyIcon.png|50px|link=]] NAME - About them.</p><br />
<p>[[Image:SpyIcon.png|50px|link=]] NAME - About them.</p><br />
<br />
==Logs==<br />
{{#dpl:<br />
|linksto=Drasche<br />
|category=Logs<br />
|noresultsheader=No logs found!<br />
}}<br />
<br />
== Gallery ==<br />
<center>[[File:DrascheA2.png|x200px]][[File:DrascheA3.png|x200px]][[File:DrascheA4.png|x200px]]</center><br />
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{| width="100%" <br />
| colspan="5"|<br />
<center>[[Image:DrascheA1.png|450px]]</center><br />
<br />
== Vital Stats ==<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Full Name:'''<br />
| class="info" | Ernst Michel Drasche<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Appears As:'''<br />
| class="info" | Drasche<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Concept:'''<br />
| class="info" | Maker<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Apparent Age:'''<br />
| class="info" | Mid Sixties<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Date of Birth:'''<br />
| class="info" | October 12th, 1915<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Mask:'''<br />
| class="info" | Social Chameleon <br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Dirge:'''<br />
| class="info" | Scholar<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Clan:'''<br />
| class="info" | Daeva<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Bloodline:'''<br />
| class="info" | None yet.<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Coterie:'''<br />
| class="info" | None yet.<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Covenant:'''<br />
| class="info" | None yet.<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
{| width="80%" <br />
| colspan="5"|<br />
<br />
== Notable Stats ==<br />
|-<br />
| class="title"| '''STAT'''<br />
| class="info" | 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴<br />
|- <br />
| class="title"| '''STAT'''<br />
| class="info" | ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️<br />
|-<br />
|}<br />
{| width="90%" <br />
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<br />
<br />
== Soundtrack==<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" |<br />
'''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lP5Xv7QqXiM <span style="color=white; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;">Warren Zevon ~ Lawyers, Guns and Money]''' <br />
:''Well, I went home with the waitress''<br />
:''The way I always do''<br />
:''How was I to know''<br />
:''She was with the Russians, too''<br />
:''I was gambling in Havana''<br />
:''I took a little risk''<br />
:''Send lawyers, guns and money''<br />
:''Dad, get me out of this''<br />
|-<br />
{{Played by<br />
| Character name = Drasche<br />
| Model name = Tommy Flanagan<br />
| Sample = DrascheA1.png<br />
}}<br />
<br />
[[Category:Inactive PCs]][[Category:Vampire]][[Category:Daeva]]</div>ShadowMasterhttp://cityofshadowsmux.com/index.php?title=Francine&diff=8845Francine2022-08-20T00:32:14Z<p>ShadowMaster: </p>
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<div>__NOTOC__ <br />
{| align="center" width="90%" style="background: linear-gradient(to right, #E5B31B 20%, #000000 55%);"<br />
|-<br />
|<br />
{| align="center" width="750px" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="10" style="font-family: Egyptienne; serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 100px; margin-top: 100px; padding: 0px; spacing: 0px; border: 2px solid #F7FF05; background-color: #F9F2F2; -moz-box-shadow: 0px 0px 80px #F9F2F2; -webkit-box-shadow: 5px 5px 15px 5px #FF8080, -9px 5px 15px 5px #AA3939, -7px -5px 15px 5px #8CFF85, 12px -5px 15px 5px #80C7FF, 12px 10px 15px 7px #E488FF, -10px 10px 15px 7px #FF616B, -10px -7px 27px 1px #8E5CFF, 5px 5px 15px 5px rgba(0,0,0,0); box-shadow: 5px 5px 15px 5px #FF8080, -9px 5px 15px 5px #FFE488, -7px -5px 15px 5px #8CFF85, 12px -5px 15px 5px #80C7FF, 12px 10px 15px 7px #492E74, -10px 10px 15px 7px #FF616B, -10px -7px 27px 1px #8E5CFF, 5px 5px 15px 5px rgba(0,0,0,0);"<br />
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|width="auto" style="color: #F9F2F2; vertical-align: top; text-align:left;"|<br><span style="font-family: Egyptienne; serif; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 26pt; color:#0A5200"></span> <br><br> <span style="font-family: Egyptienne; serif; font-size: 10pt;"></span> <br />
| width="auto"| <center> [[File:FrancineAMain.png|center|x350px|link=]]</center><br />
<br />
{| align="center"<br />
|- valign="bottom" width="90%; style="text-align:center;margin: 0px -10px 0px -10px; font-variant: small-caps;"<br />
| colspan="2" | <br />
<span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Calibri, Arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;>Mysteries are irritated by facts.<br>~ Norman Mailer; "Superman Comes to the Supermarket" (1960)</span><br />
|}<br />
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<tr style="margin-top:2em;padding-top:0"><br />
<td style="vertical-align:top;padding-right:.7em; border-right:#000 solid 1px"><br />
== Background ==<br />
<p>Words will go here soon.</p><br />
<br />
== RP Hooks ==<br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Popular Occult:''' Reads a crystal ball, sells crystal jewelry and such.</p><br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Dig It:''' Enjoys tending a small garden.</p><br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''No Earthly Clue:''' Despite adjacency to the supernatural, clueless about it.</p><br />
<br />
== Contacts ==<br />
<p>[[Image:Pagan2Icon.png|50px|link=]] NAME - About them.</p><br />
<p>[[Image:Pagan2Icon.png|50px|link=]] NAME - About them.</p><br />
<p>[[Image:Pagan2Icon.png|50px|link=]] NAME - About them.</p><br />
<br />
== Logs ==<br />
{{ #dpl:<br />
|userdateformat='''Y M d''' -<br />
|namespace=Logs<br />
|linksto={{PAGENAME}}<br />
|ordermethod=firstedit<br />
|order=ascending<br />
|addeditdate=true<br />
|shownamespace=false<br />
|noresultsheader=<font color="#cccccc">''No Logs Yet!''</font><br />
|columns=3<br />
}}<br />
<br />
== Gallery ==<br />
<center>[[File:FrancineA2.png|x220px]][[File:FrancineA3.png|x220px]]</center><br />
<center>[[File:FrancineA4.png|x200px]][[File:FrancineA5.png|x200px]]</center><br />
</td><br />
<td class="events" width="30%" style="vertical-align:top; padding-left:.7em"><br />
<br />
{| width="100%" <br />
| colspan="5"|<br />
<center>[[Image:FrancineA1.png|450px]]</center><br />
<br />
== Vital Stats ==<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Full Name:'''<br />
| class="info" | Francine Winters<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Appears As:'''<br />
| class="info" | Francine<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Apparent Age:'''<br />
| class="info" | Twenties<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Date of Birth:'''<br />
| class="info" | July 14th, 2000<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Virtue:'''<br />
| class="info" | Generous<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Vice:'''<br />
| class="info" | Hedonistic<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Occupation:'''<br />
| class="info" | Fortune Teller<br>Occultist<br />
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== Notable Stats ==<br />
|-<br />
| class="title"| '''STAT'''<br />
| class="info" | 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴<br />
|- <br />
| class="title"| '''STAT'''<br />
| class="info" | ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️<br />
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== Soundtrack==<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0CFuCYNx-1g <span style="color:#ffffff; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;">Stevie Wonder ~ Superstition]'''<br />
:''Very superstitious, writing's on the wall''<br />
:''Very superstitious, ladders 'bout to fall''<br />
:''Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass''<br />
:''Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past''<br />
:''When you believe in things that you don't understand''<br />
:''Then you suffer''<br />
:''Superstition ain't the way''<br />
:''Very superstitious, wash your face and hands''<br />
:''Rid me of the problem, do all that you can''<br />
:''Keep me in a daydream, keep me goin' strong''<br />
:''You don't wanna save me, sad is my song''<br />
|-<br />
{{Played by<br />
| Character name = Francine<br />
| Model name = Megan Ewing<br />
| Sample = FrancineA1.png<br />
}}<br />
[[Category:Inactive PCs]][[Category:Werewolf]][[Category:Elodeth]][[Category:Iron Master]]</div>ShadowMasterhttp://cityofshadowsmux.com/index.php?title=John&diff=8844John2022-08-20T00:31:53Z<p>ShadowMaster: </p>
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<span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Calibri, Arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;>If you tremble with indignation at every injustice, then you are a comrade of mine.<br>~ Che Guevara</span><br />
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== Background ==<br />
<p>Born in the city. Raised in the city. Schooled in the city. Lives in the city. John was expected to finish school and join the Navy, like both of his parents and both of his grandfathers, but to his parents' great disappointment opted for law school instead. He was supposed to take a promising job at a high-profile firm specializing in trial defense, but to his parents' growing frustration opted to start his own practice specializing in immigration law. A year into that practice, and he used a trust from his grandfather to endow a new community center in a decidedly unsavory part of Chicago. Now John is struggling to balance his work as executive director of the Albert Anderson Raby Community Center against his case load, and both of those against his other... Responsibilities.</p><br><br />
<p>John is also Uratha, Rahu of the Suthar Anzuth, and great things are expected of Aziha Zuu.</p><br />
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== RP Hooks ==<br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Attorney At Law:''' John is an attorney, specializing in immigration law. Proximity to the Chicago Immigration Court makes it certain that he never lacks for clients.</p><br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Albert Anderson Raby Community Center:''' He's the Executive Director of the newly-founded Albert Anderson Raby Community Center. </p><br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Local Boy:''' John is a Chicago kid from a prominent Chicago family, raised in the city and schooled at Northwestern.</p><br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Struggling:''' He doesn't have all of the skills necessary to run a community center, or even to manage a law firm with only one practicing attorney, and the people who work for him have started to notice.</p><br />
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== Contacts ==<br />
<p>[[Image:LawIcon.png|50px|link=]] [[Nick]] - Packmate. Close confidant.</p><br />
<p>[[Image:LawIcon.png|50px|link=]] [[Raven]] - Packmate. Tribemate. Fellow Rahu.</p><br />
<p>[[Image:LawIcon.png|50px|link=]] [[Colt]] - A new arrival, and sudden interest.</p><br />
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==Logs==<br />
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== Gallery ==<br />
<center>[[File:JohnA2.png|x200px]][[File:JohnA3.png|x200px]]</center><br />
<center>[[File:JohnA4.png|x200px]][[File:JohnA5.png|x200px]]</center><br />
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== Vital Stats ==<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Full Name:'''<br />
| class="info" | John Bishop Butler III<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Appears As:'''<br />
| class="info" | John<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Deed Name:'''<br />
| class="info" | Aziha Zuu<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Apparent Age:'''<br />
| class="info" | Late Twenties<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Date of Birth:'''<br />
| class="info" | October 12th, 1994<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Blood:'''<br />
| class="info" | Challenger<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Bone:'''<br />
| class="info" | Guru<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Concept:'''<br />
| class="info" | Social Justice WARRIOR<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Auspice:'''<br />
| class="info" | Rahu<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Tribe:'''<br />
| class="info" | Blood Talon<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Pack:'''<br />
| class="info" | Steelmaws<br />
|-<br />
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== Notable Stats ==<br />
|-<br />
| class="title"| '''Persuasion'''<br />
| class="info" | 🔴🔴🔴<br />
|- <br />
| class="title"| '''Primal Urge'''<br />
| class="info" | ⚫️⚫️<br />
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== Soundtrack==<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=382BTxLNrow <span style="color:white; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;">Avi Kaplan ~ Change on the Rise]'''<br />
:''Without the light''<br />
:''Oh, the darkness comes''<br />
:''Hold through the night''<br />
:''Mmm, the shadows will run''<br />
:''Mmm, fend off the enemy''<br />
:''Sing out the jubilee''<br />
:''With all the fire we can breathe''<br />
|-<br />
{{Played by<br />
| Character name = John Bishop Butler III<br />
| Model name = Alex Pettyfer<br />
| Sample = JohnA1.png<br />
}}<br />
[[Category:Inactive PCs]][[Category:Werewolf]][[Category:Rahu]][[Category:Blood Talons]]</div>ShadowMasterhttp://cityofshadowsmux.com/index.php?title=Johnny&diff=8843Johnny2022-08-20T00:31:39Z<p>ShadowMaster: </p>
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<span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Calibri, Arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;>If I die, I'm going to do it stoned and smiling in my bed.<br>~ Mike Howell; "American Ultra" (2015)</span><br />
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== Background ==<br />
<p>You know that totally cliche story of a bully who becomes one because of an abusive childhood and a rough life? Yeah, that's Johnny. From the alcoholic father to the lack of funds, Johnny's story could be one of a million different kids growing up without enough. It doesn't excuse the piece of shit he turned into, but it somewhat explains it, at least. A high school drop-out who became a mechanic to get cigarette and beer money, he eventually took to the road to evade some cop trouble.</p><br />
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<p>He ended up in Renu in the early eighties, when he was brought into the Requiem. Now he's a 'Grade-A, Top Shit, Alpha Monster, Primed To Fuck And Feed'. His words. The eighties through the 2020's are a mix of violence, sex and blood, with burned bridges being left behind wherever he goes. Now Chicago has the 'grace' to be his next stop.</p><br />
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== RP Hooks ==<br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''One High-Tuned Sonofabitch:''' Enjoys fixing and driving 80's muscle cars.</p><br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Doesn't Play Well With Others:''' He has a bit of an attitude problem. He chafes at pretty much anyone telling him what to do, but there are certainly ways to manipulate him.</p><br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Change It All:''' He's a hardcore Carthian, but can sometimes be seen as the kind that gives others a bad name. Too quick to burn something down without something good to replace it.</p><br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Lonely:''' It's hard to be the alpha without a mate. He's looking for companionship, but most people can't put up with him for too long. (Yes, the idea of alpha males is total bullshit, but try and tell that to Johnny)</p><br />
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== Contacts ==<br />
<p>[[Image:MulletIcon.png|50px|link=]] NAME - About them.</p><br />
<p>[[Image:MulletIcon.png|50px|link=]] NAME - About them.</p><br />
<p>[[Image:MulletIcon.png|50px|link=]] NAME - About them.</p><br />
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== Logs ==<br />
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== Gallery ==<br />
<center>[[File:JohnnyA2.png|x250px]][[File:JohnnyA3.png|x250px]]</center><br />
<center>[[File:JohnnyA6.png|x500px]]</center><br />
<center>[[File:JohnnyA4.png|x250px]][[File:JohnnyA5.png|x250px]]</center><br />
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<center>[[Image:Covenant_carthian_movement.png|x75px|link=]][[Image:Clan_daeva.png|x75px|link=]]</center><br />
== Vital Stats ==<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Full Name:'''<br />
| class="info" | John Maynard<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Appears As:'''<br />
| class="info" | Johnny<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Embrace Date:'''<br />
| class="info" | December 22nd, 1983<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Apparent Age:'''<br />
| class="info" | Mid-Twenties<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Occupation:'''<br />
| class="info" | Handsome Piece of Shit<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Dirge:'''<br />
| class="info" | Deviant<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Mask:'''<br />
| class="info" | Monster<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Sphere:'''<br />
| class="info" | [[Vampire]]<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Covenant:'''<br />
| class="info" | Carthian Movement<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Clan:'''<br />
| class="info" | Daeva<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Bloodline:'''<br />
| class="info" | None yet.<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Coterie:'''<br />
| class="info" | None yet.<br />
|-<br />
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== Notable Stats ==<br />
|-<br />
| class="title"| '''Striking Looks (80's Heartthrob)'''<br />
| class="info" | 🔴🔴⚫️⚫️⚫️<br />
|- <br />
| class="title"| '''Carthian Pull'''<br />
| class="info" | 🔴⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️<br />
|-<br />
|-<br />
| class="title"| '''Blood Potency'''<br />
| class="info" | 🔴🔴🔴⚫️⚫️<br />
|- <br />
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== Soundtrack ==<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5txwFv-zYM <span style="color:#ffffff; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;">Runnin' With The Devil ~ Van Halen]'''<br />
:''Yeah, yeah, ah, yeah''<br />
:''I live my life like there's no tomorrow''<br />
:''And all I've got, I had to steal''<br />
:''Least I don't need to beg or borrow''<br />
:''Yes I'm livin' at a pace that kills''<br />
<br><br />
:''Ooh, yeah''<br />
:''(Ahh)''<br />
:''Runnin' with the Devil''<br />
:''(Ahh-hah, yeah)''<br />
:''(Woo-hoo-oo)''<br />
:''Runnin' with the Devil''<br />
:''Yes I'm, yeah, hoo''<br />
:''Ooh, you know ''<br />
<br><br />
:''I found the simple life ain't so simple''<br />
:''When I jumped out, on that road''<br />
:''I got no love, no love you'd call real''<br />
:''Ain't got nobody, waitin' at home''<br />
|-<br />
{{Played by<br />
| Character name = Johnny<br />
| Model name = Dacre Montgomery <br />
| Sample = JohnnyA1.png<br />
}}<br />
[[Category:Inactive PCs]][[Category:Vampire]][[Category:Daeva]][[Category:Carthians]]</div>ShadowMasterhttp://cityofshadowsmux.com/index.php?title=Kellas&diff=8842Kellas2022-08-20T00:31:13Z<p>ShadowMaster: </p>
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<span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Calibri, Arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;>Little one, I would like to see anyone — prophet, king or God — persuade a thousand cats to do anything at the same time<br>~ Neil Gaiman; Sandman #18: "A Dream of a Thousand Cats"</span><br />
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== Background ==<br />
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== Mask ==<br />
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<p>{{Tab}}Before you is a young man, somewhere in the range of early to mid-twenties, standing at perhaps an inch or so above six feet. His hair is a little bit too long to be called short and is either a little wild or artfully tousled. It is wavy, with some spots of tighter curls, and dark black in color. The stark color stands in contrast against naturally fair skin and with the somewhat unusual color of his eyes. A mix of faded emerald green and yellow and shaded by long thick eyelashes, they are likely one of the first features to notice on him. He has a habit of engaging in an intense stare, making it easier to do so. Strong bones in his face give an angular cast to his features, accentuated by a light growth of dark stubble and prominent eyebrows as dark as his hair. Full, slightly pursed lips usually remain closed even when he smiles.</p> <br />
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<p>{{Tab}}Above average height, his frame is athletic and leanly muscled. Defined shoulders and arms lead down to large but thin and nimble hands. His fingers are long and dexterous and, when touched, the pads of them and his palms are surprisingly rough. The attire he wears is often stylish but casual. Whether a t-shirt or button up with the sleeves rolled, they tend to fit on the tighter side to accentuate his build. The colors are always more muted, never bright. Long, muscular legs like that of a runner are covered in darker denim jeans. It is clear an effort goes into how he presents himself, no matter how hard he might have otherwise intended.</p><br />
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<p>{{Tab}}His movements are graceful and controlled, most actions performed in a languid manner, as a default. Stillness seems to come naturally to him and gives his body language a vaguely indifferent demeanor. When provoked out of this, his focus is intense and his motion quick but no less controlled. A poised, deep voice emerges with a faint rumble out of his chest when he speaks.</p><br />
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== Mien ==<br />
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{{Tab}}<p>Before you is a young man with feline features, somewhere in the range of early to mid-twenties, standing at perhaps an inch or so above six feet. His hair is somewhat longer and thicker than in his Mask and is either a little wild or artfully tousled. It is wavy, with some spots of tighter curls, and dark black in color. Partially obscured by hair, his ears are pointed and lined with velvety soft midnight hued fur. More concentrated tufts can be seen behind them, blending into his mane. The stark color stands in contrast against naturally fair skin and with the somewhat unusual color of his eyes. A mix of faded emerald green and yellow with slit vertical pupils, they glow faintly as if lit from behind. He has a habit of engaging in an intense stare with them. Strong bones in his face give an angular cast to his features, accentuated by a light growth of dark stubble and prominent eyebrows as dark as his hair. His nose is broader and flatter than in his Mask, offering something closer to a snout. Full, slightly pursed lips usually remain closed even when he smiles. When teeth are exposed, he has a pair of small but very sharp fangs. A few thin, wispy strands of whiskers extend from near his mouth.</p><br />
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{{Tab}}<p>Above average height, his frame is athletic and leanly muscled. Defined shoulders and arms lead down to large but thin and nimble hands. His fingers are long and dexterous and their pads, along with his palms, are roughly padded like a cat. Thick but clean fingernails end in faint points. Body hair is both darker and more pronounced but it takes on the texture of soft fur. The attire he wears is often stylish but casual. Whether a t-shirt or button up with the sleeves rolled, they tend to fit on the tighter side to accentuate his build. The colors are always more muted, never bright. Long, muscular legs like that of a runner are covered in darker denim jeans. It is clear an effort goes into how he presents himself, no matter how hard he might have otherwise intended.</p> <br />
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{{Tab}}<p>His movements are graceful and controlled, most actions performed in a slinking languid manner, as a default. Stillness seems to come naturally to him and gives his body language a vaguely indifferent demeanor. When provoked out of this, his focus is intense and his motion quick but no less controlled. A poised, deep voice emerges in a purring rumble out of his chest when he speaks. When focusing on him just out of the corner of one's eyes, it seems like parts of him periodically become insubstantial.</p> <br />
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<font color=gold>(Autumn Mantle 1: A small, slowly roiling misty fog that dances and curls around his feet and the bottom of his legs. It is brisk feeling in temperature and gives off an aura of mystery and things being hidden.)</font color><br />
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== RP Hooks ==<br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Sneak Thief:''' Loves transgressing into places he's not allowed and taking things he feels he deserves more than its owner.</p><br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Aesthete:''' Has an interest in art and history and all the material goods that come with them. </p><br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Magic and the Occult:''' Anything that is hidden or unknown must become known.</p><br />
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Volunteer:''' Wants to find places to be of help and use both as atonement and recognizing he needs connections to others.</p><br />
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== Contacts ==<br />
<p>[[Image:CatPawIcon.png|50px|link=]] NAME - About them.</p><br />
<p>[[Image:CatPawIcon.png|50px|link=]] NAME - About them.</p><br />
<p>[[Image:CatPawIcon.png|50px|link=]] NAME - About them.</p><br />
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== Gallery ==<br />
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|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Full Name:'''<br />
| class="info" |Michael Kellas<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Appears As:'''<br />
| class="info" | Kellas<br />
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| class="title" | '''Birth Date:'''<br />
| class="info" | November 10th, 1987<br />
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| class="title" | '''Apparent Age:'''<br />
| class="info" | Late Twenties<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Occupation:'''<br />
| class="info" | Thief<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Needle:'''<br />
| class="info" | Scholar<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Thread:'''<br />
| class="info" | Revenge<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Sphere:'''<br />
| class="info" | [[Changeling]]<br />
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| class="title" | '''Court:'''<br />
| class="info" | Autumn<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Seeming:'''<br />
| class="info" | Beast<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Kith:'''<br />
| class="info" | Helldiver<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Entitlement:'''<br />
| class="info" | None yet.<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Motley:'''<br />
| class="info" | None yet.<br />
|-<br />
| class="title" | '''Keeper:'''<br />
| class="info" | [[Gentry#The_Wildwoods_Aunt|The Wildwoods Aunt]]<br />
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== Notable Stats ==<br />
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| class="title"| '''STAT'''<br />
| class="info" | 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴<br />
|- <br />
| class="title"| '''STAT'''<br />
| class="info" | ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️<br />
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== Soundtrack ==<br />
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| class="title" | '''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TjvvK-Rj0WI <span style="color:#ffffff; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;">Siouxsie And The Banshees ~ Spellbound]'''<br />
:''From the cradle bars''<br />
:''Comes a beckoning voice''<br />
:''It sends you spinning''<br />
:''You have no choice''<br />
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:''You hear a laughter''<br />
:''Cracking through the walls''<br />
:''It sends you spinning''<br />
:''You have no choice''<br />
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| class="title" | '''[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wzLOcmRRUfg <span style="color:#ffffff; font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;">Sleigh Bells ~ Locust Laced]'''<br />
:''A screaming comes a thousand miles''<br />
:''It might be yours it might be mine''<br />
:''God forgive but don’t forget''<br />
:''Your wicked self is rising''<br />
:''Run rabbit run but you can’t escape''<br />
:''The wicked way is here to stay''<br />
:''Run rabbit run on broken legs''<br />
:''The wicked day is here to stay''<br />
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{{Played by<br />
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| Model name = Ian Somerhalder<br />
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[[Category:PCs]][[Category:Inactive PCs]][[Category:Changeling]][[Category:Autumn]][[Category:Helldiver]][[Category:Beast]]</div>ShadowMasterhttp://cityofshadowsmux.com/index.php?title=Hawthorne&diff=8841Hawthorne2022-08-20T00:29:29Z<p>ShadowMaster: </p>
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{{Played by<br />
| Character name = Hawthorne<br />
| Model name = Michael Fassbender<br />
| Sample = Hawthorne1.jpg<br />
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{{Warning|Type=warning|Msg=OOC Information: All information is considered Out-Of-Character until you learn it through In-Character means.}}<br />
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|'''DOB:'''|| August 16th, 1932<br />
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|'''Concept:'''|| Big Bad Wolf<br />
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| '''Thred:'''|| Anger<br />
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| '''Needle:'''|| Bon Vivant<br />
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|'''Seeming:'''|| Beast<br />
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|'''Kith:'''|| Hunterheart<br />
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|'''Court:'''|| Spring<br />
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|'''Motley:'''|| None<br />
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|'''Entitlement:'''|| None<br />
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This intense, handsome man is 6' even. He's lean and well muscled, and his dark hair is a few inches long. He is often clean-shaven, but sometimeds he can be found with a few days of salt and pepper stubble. He looks like he's pushing forty, but he looks amazing for his age.<br />
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He tends towards nice clothing, often dark. In casual situations he tends towards dark slacks and matching, long-sleeved button-ups. He also looks great in a sleek suit, worn in the right situations.<br />
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<center>'''Fae Description'''</center><br />
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This intense, handsome wolf is a good 6' even. His skin is fair and smooth, while his dark hair is a bit bristly, like a wolf's hair. It's a few inches long, and while he is often clean-shaven, he can be found with salt and pepper stubble sometimes. His eyes are the intense, bright color of a timber wolf, and he has notably sharp canine teeth. It gives him a bit of a wolfish look that shows he has low Wyrd, but is a wolf of some sort, perhaps.<br />
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He tends towards nice clothing, often dark. In casual situations he tends towards dark slacks and matching, long-sleeved button-ups. He also looks great in a sleek suit, worn in the right situations.<br />
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<div style="background-color:#000; line-height:300%"><font style="color:#01970D; font-size:14pt; font-variant:small-caps"><center>'''History'''</center></font></div><br />
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Jack Hawthorne is a Chicago local. This city is in his blood, for better or worse. His dad bit it in World War Two, and he grew up with a lot of issues and a number of failed father figures. He became a cop, much to his mom's surprise, and was a really straight-laced one, too. Through the 1950's and 60's he was one of the better known vice cops in Illinois, helping break down numerous organizations and illicit activities. He married, had kids, and overall, was a good man. His partner, of course, was as corrupt as they come, and he still wakes up sweating from when he had to put a bullet in the man's brainpan on a rainswept rooftop. Seriously, his life could have been a kick ass novel or movie.<br />
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Then all the Faerie shit happened. He remembers dark woodlands and swampy moors. He remembers being a hunter and a killer. A predator. A cannibal. He led a pack of others like him and...well, honestly, it's best he doesn't remember too much of it beyond nightmares.<br />
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When he got out he found that his Fetch had finished out his career, and was now an excellent great-grandfather, aging away in a small apartment in downtown Chicago. The two of them came to a deal...almost a friendship. Jack then turned his back on his old life and became what he once hunted. Over the last decade he has become one of the rising criminal figures in the state, prospering primarily off of drugs and prostitution. He's always looking to expand and grow, however. Always.<br />
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'''Family Man''' : In more ways then one. Sure, he's an organized crime boss, but also, he's a family man. His real family thinks his Fetch is him, so he has little to nothing to do with them, but he does wish he could be around them again. So, the guy is problematic, but might unknowingly be looking for a new situation like that. A wife. A home life. All that.<br />
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'''Wolf''' : He's the Big Bad Wolf. He has wolfish instincts he struggles with sometimes...which can either lead to a fun time or a very violent one, depending. He's a hunter at heart, and when push comes to shove he goes for the throat.<br />
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'''Spring''' : Jack represents the darker side of his Court. He supplies to desires with drugs and prostitution and anything else a mortal desires that the lawful would frown on. He also loves to party, when he can.<br />
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'''Sex Work''' : This is an era where sex workers can work their own shit online with ease, but he runs a good business through some local brothels. Various establishments cater to the more blue-collar, to the very wealthy and selective, when he can. Always hiring, of course.<br />
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'''Investments''' : Jack is looking for investments. Have a business that could use some help and don't mind letting the monster in through the back door a little? Let's talk.<br />
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'''Hiring''' : All sorts of criminal jobs are handled by NPCs, but PC members of his organization are fantastic. Whether you are a long-time employee, or recently being hired on-grid, it's all good. Don't hesitate to page or @mail me.<br />
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'''Hawthorne Family''' : The Hawthorne Family is the loose name of the new syndicate in town. The Branzino Family had been around since the 1920's, mostly struggling and as a very minor power compared to the bigger organized crime groups in the city. Jack joined them about a decade ago and worked his way up...before staging a rather brutal coup. He's been running it for about a year now, and is reshaping things to fit his own preferences. <br />
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'''Untouchable''' : He has the Untouchable merit. Actually tracing things back to him with any real credibility is VERY hard to do.<br />
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<div style="background-color:#000; line-height:300%"><font style="color:#01970D; font-size:14pt; font-variant:small-caps"><center>'''Contacts'''</center></font></div><br />
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'''[[Delilah]]''' - Hiring within the community is the way to go. Let's see if she can do what she's paid for. I have high hopes.<br />
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[[Category:Inactive PCs]][[Category:Changeling]][[Category:Beast]][[Category:Hunterheart]][[Category:Spring]]</div>ShadowMasterhttp://cityofshadowsmux.com/index.php?title=Logs:August_South_Praxis_Court&diff=8758Logs:August South Praxis Court2022-08-18T16:25:41Z<p>ShadowMaster: Created page with "{{Log |chars=Brennan,Salvatore,Marigold,Roman,Elizabeth,Kumanhi,Cumani,Faith,Lilith |gamedate=2022.08.13 |location=South Praxis Elysium |summary=South Praxis Court |categories..."</p>
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<div>{{Log<br />
|chars=Brennan,Salvatore,Marigold,Roman,Elizabeth,Kumanhi,Cumani,Faith,Lilith<br />
|gamedate=2022.08.13<br />
|location=South Praxis Elysium<br />
|summary=South Praxis Court<br />
|categories=Vampire<br />
|log=+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Court is late, giving people time to wake up, pop open a warm one, and get gussied up - if they're the gussying sort. <br />
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The medieval look and feel of the old slaughterhouse has been ehanced with the Edison style lights and their dim, flickery golden glow. Off to the side there's a line of dapper, perfectly groomed gentleman in basic suits. And opposite them, across the hall from the men, are an equal number of beautiful woman in a variety hair hues - all impeccably groomed. Rather like a line of well loved 4-H cattle waiting to show for their chance at a blue ribbon.<br />
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Raul, himself, is at the far end of the hall from the entrance, pacing slightly, brows all scrunched up, hands clasped behind him as he paces.<br />
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+----+ Elizabeth +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Elizabeth prepares herself for important business. She arrives at the South Praxis court dressed in her black two-piece business suit that she wears to anything formal. Her escort tonight is Salvatore, the Hat Man, with his shadow following behind them. She finds a small area to themselves for now, She says to him, "Anyone you know here that you can clue me in on?" Obviously she knows the Prince, but haven't met too many others yet.<br />
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+----+ Kumanhi +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Arriving at the old slaughterhouse on the back of an antique motorcycle, lovingly maintained, Kumanhi shuts the loud thing off and patiently checks his phone. Bedecked in sleek black leathers he's custom altered to suit his tastes, he kind of ruins the look of wannabe Hell's Angel by slinging a Fersace leather backpack over one shoulder and applying some pink lip gloss. He fires off a text letting his sister know he arrived first and she, therefore, is the rotten egg, then heads on inside of the creepy, old slaughterhouse.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith has put some effort into her appearance for the night, which is to say her face is still kept mostly hidden. The expensive jeans and sneakers remain as usual, but rather than a large hoody, she's chosen a long-sleeve black shirt, all the buttons done up. Over this is worn a long hooded jacket, with the hood up, keeping her gaze just that little bit downcast to keep the shadows clinging to her face. She slips in alone, and quietly, finding a spot to settle in unobtrusively and see what's what and who's who.<br />
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+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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It's not long after everything was set to start that Cumani arrives, half visible expanse of leg, gazelle like for such a short figure, half clad in Givenchy haute couture and redbottom Loubi Queen stilettos that are shining red leather to match the satin minidress with it's heavy fringe of bejewelled chains. Professional makeup artistry has rendered even a cool figure looking almost dewy despite a distinct lack of the Blush of Life. Her gait is long, stalking strides that set the chains in shivering motion with every step, relentless glitter beneath the hundreds of dim yellow lights. Stopping short, she waits, just inside the main hall of the Slaughterhouse, studying the various tapestries, first, then looking further in at the array of flesh on display all impeccably lined up and groomed, before shifting further in, toward Raul, wrinkling her nose as she looks at Kumanhi and laughing as she shakes her head. "To the core." She rests an hand on the inside of Brennan's forearm, her own tucked up around inside his to rest there as they walk in together.<br />
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+----+ Marigold +--------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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As thick as thieves, Marigold and Roman enter together, the shorter of the pair giving a playful hip-to-thigh check as she grins up at him and says in that Bostonian accent, a quiet cheerfulness there in her tone, "My, our first Court in what feels like an age. I wonder what to expect." Tonight, the dark-haired Crone comes dressed in a simple cream-colored off-shoulder peasant-style blouse hanging loose and untucked, a flowing patchwork skirt, and a pair of wedge sandals. A warm, floral scent clings to her, and the dim light catches at the lone piece of jewelry she wears, an etched bullet casing wrapped in golden marigolds. She pauses in their walk to look around at the faces gathered, checking for any familiar faces.<br />
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+----+ Brennan +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Dressed with decidedly less care or sense of drama than the woman he enters with, Brennan is wearing a thin hunter green henley, buttons undone and sleeves rolled high up along his forearms. Long legs are covered in dark denim jeans and a pair of old cowboy boots that resound notably against the floor. His hair is slightly more tamed than usual but windswept notes remain and errant curls haphazardly pop free. <br />
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Body language at least somewhat tense, his expression remains muted as his eyes betray clear interest in the setting. Head not exactly on a swivel, he does make sure to examine as much as possible, the tapestries earning a brief furrowing of brows into a v shape. Once further into the room, his gaze levels and he offers a nod to those present, Kumanhi getting a subtle but warm smile in addition to the more simple greeting.<br />
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+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"A few" Sal says towards Elizabeth as he arrives within the Slaughterhouse with his associate. "Some you should know, some you may not. This should be an interesting Elysium if nothing else. It has already been an entertaining evening so far, remind me to tell you after. We have a new friend."<br />
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+----+ Roman +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Crouching somewhat as per usual, Roman gracefully folds all six foot nine of himself through the front door with an animal like fluidity. When he scans the room and feels that hip-check landing on his thigh from Marigold, his lips pull back in a wolfish grin and he lets out a soft laugh, one hand still gripping the top of the door frame before he steps further in. "I like it," he growls in his usual snarl, laughing deep in his expansive chest before he gestures for a spot near the front.<br />
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He wears old and tired leather and denim, practical and broken in as it clads his figure. One hand grips a sledgehammer which he holds lightly against his shoulder, the large tool looking like a toy next to his oversized body as he looks over all the others in attendance so far. "Look," he mutters low to Marigold as he points towards Brennan, "It's the pup... Brennan, right?"<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Please, have a drink, be seated, get comfortable." Of course, the old, heavy wood benches and the table don't look inviting, but the wood promises to be silky smooth, worn to such point by decades of use - the objects probably outdating the Prince himself. <br />
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"There are several things to talk about tonight. Including the open priscus and primogen positions, and some of the more intensive roles that will need to be filled. The events of the city, and a recent explosion." Raul settles his pacing, turning to square up with the room. "Does anyone have any word to bring or report before we get to the juicy bits?"<br />
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+----+ Elizabeth +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Elizabeth nods to Salvatore, "I see a few." She looks around the room for a few moments, taking in new people's faces. Her eyebrow raises at the talk of an explosion. She shakes her head and looks back to Sal to say, "Shall we go find a seat then?" She gestures over to the table for appropriate seating arrangements.<br />
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+----+ Kumanhi +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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There is little, very little, that Kumanhi knows about Kindred Court politics, rules, or expectations, he merely follows his undead heart. And so, even if it eventually embarasses him or makes him stand out, he does what he will. The few he recognizes, Salvatore and Elizabeth, receive quick nods, Brennan, Faith and Cumani quick, familiar grins, before he's heading towards Raul.<br />
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Stopping a couple meters shy, he drops to a knee in deference, bowing his head low. "Prince Raul. Kumanhi Bellecourt, newcomer to your Praxis, Serpent Acolyte of the Circle and... " a small, disbelieving huff of amusement, "At the heart of the Chatham explosion." He doesn't rise or continue, or lift his head, displaying the artistically entwined barbed-wire ouroborus on thr back of his leather jacket to the rest of the Elysium.<br />
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+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Nodding his head, Salvatore leads Elizabeth towards the seats and assists her in sitting down before removing his hat and taking a seat beside her as Kumanhi approaches the Prince. "Oh this is going to be interesting.."<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith has found herself a spot at one of the tables, a hand running over the surface for a moment as she glances from beneath her hood at the people coming, noting familiar and unfamiliar Kindred alike. Her hands clasp together when Raul starts speaking, giving her full attention, though once more keeping her gaze lowered. At least until Kumanhi speaks up, that gets a touch of a glance up from her.<br />
GAME: Lukas has connected.<br />
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+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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There is a look from Cumani over to Kumanhi at Raul's words, after a glance to Roman at his mention of Brennan, eyes curious. Spotting Faith, she greets, "Madam Wilson, it's a pleasure to see you here tonight." She gives a thoughtful look over at the Blue Ribbon Kine lined up, before truly Kumanhi approaches Raul, and then her attention is there. Intent.<br />
<br />
+----+ Marigold +--------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"So it is," Marigold says as her dark eyes slant toward Brennan before she glances back up to Roman. "We should say hello; it's been a minute since we last saw him." She doesn't start toward Brennan, not at first, as Raul speaks up again, her gaze shifting readily toward the Prince. The mention of open positions makes a spark of curiosity flare in her eye, but it dampens swiftly at the news of an explosion. "Interesting," she murmurs before she reaches for Roman's hand, fingers seeking to interlace with his. "We should find a seat." Marigold squeezes Roman's hand before she makes her way toward open seating, angling toward where Brennan is located. Still, there's a looseness to her movements that expresses her willingness to settle anywhere as Court starts off in earnest now.<br />
<br />
It's movement that draws the Serpent's gaze when Kumanhi strides toward the Prince and speaks up, Marigold's attention turns that way, that spark of curiosity blazing back into life as she studies the other Acolyte with open interest. No comment comes, but her smile turns sharper, and that heavy weight of her gaze lingers there as she watches and waits.<br />
<br />
+----+ Brennan +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Following Cumani in the direction of Faith, he offers a slight bow of the head and smile, "evening, Madam Wilson." There's a glance at the mention of his name and he first nods to Marigold and then shoots Roman an amused glance. Once the giant is close enough he gives a pointed glance at the sledgehammer and remarks in a tone matching the earlier glance, "you being this big wasn't enough of a statement?" <br />
<br />
Ease in his expression fading as Raul begins to speak, attentiveness is replaced by a concerned frown watching Kumanhi approach.<br />
<br />
+----+ Roman +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Roman's attention shifts to Raul as he welcomes them and summarizes the night's topics of interests, but only the slightest bit of interest flashes in his gaze before Marigold has his focus again. "Lead the way," he encourages her before allowing her to guide him towards the seats, his attention swinging distractedly between Raul, Kumanhi, and the various groupings of Kindred as he blindly follows along.<br />
<br />
"Statement?" Roman asks Brennan in passing, his lips quirking upward in a fresh grin of amusement as he tilts his head in curious examination of the other Savage. "I just thought there'd be a need to smash things tonight is all, and I was really looking forward to getting involved." His gaze flicks with a predator's glint towards the scene playing out in front of them between the Prince and the Explosion-Prone Kindred and his grin broadens with a dark excitement. "Looks like I might have been right." With a final wink towards the newer Kindred, he moves on, continuing in Marigold's wake in search of seating that can accommodate his size.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
There might be a reason to smash things.<br />
<br />
Raul watches Kumanhi's approach, looking genuinely puzzled, then surprised, and then wolfishly amused. Perhaps not the range of expressions one was expecting for such a thing. <br />
<br />
Pacing forward, he pops his eyebrows at the people that are gathered, sliding his hand into Kumanhi's hair and seizing tight hold before forcing him to look up. "Lamb. To. Slaughter. You owe me your life. To the tune of twenty coins paid to a pack of wolves to clean up the fucking mess you made." Raul snarls, displaying fang before he gives Kumanhi a shove. "Anyone else want to break the Masquerade and the Accord?"<br />
<br />
+----+ Elizabeth +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Elizabeth takes her seat with Salvatore and looks about the room once more, looking at the tapestries that were drawing everyone's attention. Her head snaps back over to the Prince and Kumanhi when Raul speaks. She is almost unable to hide the surprise in her eyes about the payment to be made for said explossion. After Raul's question she doesn't make a sound even as she considers getting a drink that was offered.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith was about to reply properly to Cumani's greeting, and Brennan as well, but with her attention upon the Prince and the Daeva that approached, she doesn't. Not right away. There's tension, and her gaze remains fixed upon them completely. She does glance aside once Kumanhi is shoved, quiet and thoughtful.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kumanhi +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Looking up at Raul from his back, Kumanhi's expression is briefly one of confusion and suprise, but as he's rising from the dirty floor and fixing his hair, his face becomes a painting of jaded disappointment. Shoulders and head low, he turns towards Cumani and starts towards her table, though, he glances back at Raul, once more, in search of something more. Not finding what he was seeking, he frowns and nods in simple acceptance, "I understand. Thank you," a soft, resigned voice.<br />
<br />
The Fool takes a seat beside his twin and opposite Brennan, expression dead and lifeless.<br />
<br />
+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Leaning in close, Cumani murmurs something in Brennan's ear, the sharp spike of her stilettos bringing him within only eight inches or so of the taller Kindred's height. Her eyes remain rapt on Kumanhi and Raul, now, after a brief look at Roman and his hammer, painted features schooled to an inscrutable neutrality as she watches the her twin at the front's hair grabbed, quiet listening to Raul's words. Others might look surprised. She looks anything but. She gives Kumanhi a faintly sad little smile when he goes to sit. (OOC: feel free to page if you have acute senses and want to know what the whisper was)<br />
<br />
+----+ Marigold +--------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
There's a flash of a smile toward Brennan as Marigold murmurs, "Talk after court, hm? If not, then soon, I hope," before she's leading Roman off to find a place to sit that can accommodate his larger-than-most size. "Ther's always a nail that needs to be hammer somewhere," is murmured to Roman with a flicker of a glance toward his hammer. Once satisfied with her companion's own comfort, Marigold returns her attention to the drama unfolding in the form of the Prince and Kumanhi. Her expression remains sharply focused, that total weight of her dark eyes left upon the Acolyte as he is sent to the ground. Mari watches as Kumanhi metaphorically tucks his tail and slinks off, giving his companions a curious look before she looks back toward Raul, assuming that at least one part of tonight's agenda has been dealt with.<br />
<br />
+----+ Brennan +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The amused bearing he was carrying remains until Roman passes and then Brennan is clearly considering the use of that hammer. There is the flicker of a gaze down beside him at Cumani, eyes snapping to attention and body going deathly still when Raul begins to move. The only following movement is a faint sagging of the shoulders as the cost of Kumanhi's actions is announced. <br />
<br />
Matching Cumani's initial neutral tone, for once, there isn't anything in his normally expressive eyes while observing her twin.<br />
<br />
+----+ Roman +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Roman of course notes the various glances he and his hammer receive after his statement, and it only makes him grin wider. Yet, he doesn't linger, and is instead easily lead away by Marigold to find a place to accommodate him.<br />
<br />
He drops heavily into the chosen chair, sets the head of his hammer down between his feet, and rests one hand on top of the end of the haft as he leans back and lets out a yawn that is utterly unnecessary and completely performative considering his lack of Blush.<br />
<br />
+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Well that was...something." Salvatore shakes his head slightly before looking over towards Kuma and Cuma as they converse quietly before offering a small grin at Brennan before looking back at Raul as he speaks to Elizabeth, "Never a dull moment at these things."<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Since there seem to be no takers to the sharp tongued bait, Raul motions one of the ghouls towards Kumanhi, "Make sure we have his number and address, won't you?" The ghoul, given instruction, is quick to move to try and exchange contact information with the Daeva.<br />
<br />
"Now then, as it were. Positions need filled for primogen and priscus seats. I'm also looking for information regarding the Pure. The un-Accorded wolves that Tillo was using to contain the breach in the Undercity. And the fire beast that escaped."<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
After that moment has passed, Faith offers a rather quiet, "Good evening," to both Cumani and Brennan, because she just can't let a greeting go unanswered like that. There was a sidelong glance as Roman and Marigold passed nearby, contemplating that hammer as well, before her attention settles on Kumanhi for a long few moments, watching his reaction to the display that just happened. She remains quiet, listening and watching to see who will speak up.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kumanhi +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kumanhi might of heard his sister, might have not, for all the response he gives. The leather-clad twin merely sits, dead eyed and watching, motionless save for when Raul asks for information. Then, Kumanhi makes a subtle 'staying' gesture with a flat palm towards his sister, flicking blue eyes towards Brennan.<br />
<br />
When the ghoul approaches, he offers them a simple piece of cardstock, something hand-written upon it, not really looking over at them. Rather he casts a glance around to see who trades information freely.<br />
<br />
+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Offering a twitch of a nod at Kumanhi, Cumani does indeed, nod still. She settles with both hands beneath the table, as if folded in her lap. Phone set to vibrate, the faint light of the screen as a text is sent causes a faint glow to play across the fringes of her dress briefly, before disappearing. She gives Faith a small, soft little smile, eyes still almost wistful rather than smiling. "You look very well put together this evening," she offers softly to the Nosferatu, tone soft to little above a whisper herself. The outfit is loud, but her actions... muted.<br />
<br />
+----+ Elizabeth +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Elizabeth is curious to hear more about this fire beast, still not sure how that's gonna be handled in the forseeable future. She looks to Salvatore to ask him in a low voice, "The Pure?" The thought of un-accorded wolves makes her more nervous. She picked the best time to arrive in the city recently. She eyes Kumahi for a bit and watches other interactions for the mean time.<br />
<br />
+----+ Brennan +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Though remaining otherwise still, there is a slight softening in Brennan's eyes as he shares a brief look with Kumanhi. They then scan the room as new topics are, thankfully, raised, expression interested as to what others might have to say. He takes that time to nod as respectfully as he can to Faith after her response but his focus does not linger for long.<br />
<br />
+----+ Marigold +--------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Marigold isn't so absorbed by the politics at hand, despite that glint in her eyes at the mention of open positions needing bodies to fill them that she missed that glance from Faith. It takes her but a moment to return the curious look with a gentle incline of her head before she's looking back to Raul. A lean of her head soon has her eyes slanting toward Roman as she murmurs to him, "I haven't heard talk of the Pure for some time. The more I keep hearing, the more I'm certain Chicago was the right choice to land." Her eyes narrow faintly as her brows knit lightly, but whatever private thought Marigold has falls away quickly. She looks around the room, this time watching for any changes of expression or those who step forward to offer any information about any of the subjects set forth by the Prince.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Anyone? Anything? Beuller? No? Alright, then." Raul moves back to his place and starts to pace again - slow and methodical versus caged animal. "What's known about the Pure is that they were hunkered down in Riverdale, in the Far Southeast - which is why I wanted to try and get my name stamped on it more firmly. I was hoping to leave Tillo's ass in a sling when we could bring the hides of them to the next Allthing and get a bounty from the Blue Moon pack. They are eager to pay so that the wolves can stay out of the politics, you see. Now they've moved and the Steelmaws are pissing on everything down there. Fuckers. But Tillo seems to like them, so for now, we bite our tongues and let them do what they want. We will, eventually, need to solidify our claim down there or we risk losing a chunk of the praxis to the dogs. Not the best outcome. They scare the sheep." A flippant motion towards the very still and very pretty people lined up along the walls. The snacks, if you will.<br />
<br />
"As for the thing from the Undercity, rumorhas it that it's starting fires and spilling out rage, poisoning everything it touches with both. It's why Central is plagued with fire. I don't know much about it. Tillo's a tightlipped prick and Enrico doesn't know shit about anything that doesn't involve hookers, blow, and credit cards."<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Thank you," Faith says quietly to Cumani, tilting her head just slightly, still keeping her gaze mostly downcast and her face hidden. "Pure, huh." She then offers as the Prince sets to explaining some things, clearly having no real idea what a Pure is, other than some kind of wolf thing. When Raul turns to talking about the thing starting fires and the like though, she does tap the table a moment, gesturing to Brennan, "You mentioned something about this too, didn't you, Master Llyr?" That is said just a touch louder than her usual soft tone, clearly meant to be overheard.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kumanhi +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Rising from his seat, like a schoolboy addressing dear teacher and the class, Kumanhi asks aloud in feigned confusion, "I am new to the Accords, and Chicago... of course." He glances around at the other Kindred, attention landing on Faith suddenly, his brow furrowed and head canted, "Is this how things are done? Prince Tillo pays the Steelmaw dogs coins for information on Prince Raul, but Kindred run back and forth spying on each other for free?" He turns his focus upon Raul now, frowning deeper in disappointment, "And we pay exorbitant amounts to the dogs without ever verifying a breach of masquerade? Why they're even laying a bill at my feet too, seems we're being double charged and for..." He pulls out his phone abruptly, checking it quickly, "Yes, for literally no progress."<br />
<br />
He glances around quickly, then gestures to where he hit the floor, "Does one such as me just spill everything I know of another Prince, to my debtor? I've already made a... seemingly massive mistake." He straightens his posture, as if his dignity could be regained, "I don't wish to make another."<br />
<br />
+----+ Elizabeth +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Elizabeth listens to the spiel brought forth from Raul and ponders for a moment. She begins to say something as Kumanhi stands and makes his own speech. She lets him finish and adds after he is done, "I may not have much information on the topic concerning the breach, but I would say an explosion would get alot of people talking, and not just our kind."<br />
<br />
She looks over to Raul to ask, "If the Pure have moved, should we still track them down and deal with them? I have my own little birds throughout the city to find people or things. I would simply need a place to start."<br />
<br />
+----+ Cumani +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Cumani's silent attentive glacial gaze wanders, before looking back toward the Prince when he begins to speak. Her features again register no surprise, but contemplation at least. And then for some reason, Kumanhi's talking again. Her eyes follow him, softening a touch, before she fusses at the fringes on her dress, pretending to be distracted by a bejewelled chain. Her lips press into another straight, inexpressive line, and this time, she's looking toward the door consideringly, before she looks back to Raul and Kumanhi, between the two. A hand rests lightly on Brennan's knee.<br />
<br />
+----+ Roman +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
When it appeared that Kumanhi would be escaping the encounter with Raul without any bloodshed, Roman's face falls a bit. He doesn't appear to have anything necessarily against Kumanhi -- in fact his attention barely passes over the other Kindred once he steps back. The lack of violence is what really seems to get him down, and he lets out yet another performative sigh as he reclines a bit to the loud and groaning protest of his chair.<br />
<br />
Yet when Kumanhi rises to speak, Roman perks up a bit again and looks to Raul, his wolfish grin once more in place as he rocks the hammer back and forth on its head.<br />
<br />
+----+ Brennan +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Listening raptly to Raul's initial information, Brennan shifts his attention when the other Princes are mentioned, gauging reaction as best he can to the comments made. It takes a moment for it to register that Faith addressed him and, on impulse, one of his thick eyebrows raises. Surprise is present but also a glimmer of annoyance as he shakes his head and leans towards her in a softer tone than she used, "nothing beyond what was already said..." <br />
<br />
But then Kumanhi is bringing all of the attention again and his face registers, first, relief and then more muted concern.<br />
<br />
+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Riverdale my dear, he said Riverdale." Sal says to Elizabeth with a soft chuckle before patting her hand gently, "We will start in Riverdale and see what we can discover from there. If nothing else, it would be entertaining to see what a pack of un-accorded mongrels can achieve now that they are let off their leash. I'm almost curious what would happen if they came top side." Laughing to himself, he turns to look towards Kumanhi and tilts his head slightly.<br />
<br />
"You obviously dont seem to understand what has happened here. Sure, the Prince has lost some coins due to...situations, whether real or not...but he's also tied a thread to a wolf pack. Tillo may have even paid for information...true. Which is the larger sum...Prince Rauls? Or Prince Tillos? They're mongrels who share borders with the South, and now...the Prince has a reason to poke his head into their affairs."<br />
<br />
Salvatore pages: because...linear thoughts is common sense in politics. a plus b equals c<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Potentially. Keeping an eye on them and knowing where they land might prove profitable. And we can use a buffer." As he speaks, Raul casually saunters back in Kumanhi's direction, attempting to sling an arm around the lad's shoulders with a completely faked companionable smile. "You ARE new, aren't you? Let me explain. The wolves come to me, telling me tales of how a certain youngling decided to court a certain young lady. And how these wolves had warned the gent twice before about hunting on their territory without so much as asking for a 'by your leave'. Now, it seems the young lady was not in the mood to be courted, nor aware of what any of us are. And somewhere in the mix, she made a bomb and blew up a building in the wolves territory."<br />
<br />
"Now, little miss made the big kaboom, but a certain someone decided to instigate that. Now I don't know what happened, but I DO know that pulling the wool out from over a sheep's eyes is a pretty big situation. Breaks out laws, breaks the Accord. And someone has to clean up alll that shit from the news and the streets and take care of the breach. And it was all done on pack territory within the umbrella of my praxis. By a vampire. So the wolves, they come to me, looking to be made right. And I? I come to -you-, looking to be made right after paying to keep them from tearing your pretty little head off." Another companionable little shake.<br />
<br />
"On the upside, if you go missing, I am gonna tear that pack apart to get every coin I paid into cleaning this mess up back. Because you, my darling, are mine now. Bought and paid until you get me twenty coins. Isn't it exciting? I half hope they lied to me, so I can have a cool wolf skin cloak like Tillo."<br />
<br />
+----+ Marigold +--------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Once more, Marigold's attention slithers back over toward Kumanhi as he rises to speak with the Prince once more. His words don't seem to kindle much in her beyond a brief flicker of realization. But when Salvatore speaks in answer to the chastied vampire, she turns to regard him. Something he says earns a soft chuckle and shake of that head. A head that soon tips as she looks back to the Prince for his response. Between all of this, she lays a hand on Roman's knee and gives it a squeeze as she breathes out, "It's almost like Boston all over again," before falling silent again, nearly as bored as the large man at her side.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith doesn't seem to notice Brennan's annoyance, because once again her eyes are upon Kumanhi. "Information asked for doesn't mean it needs to be given away for free," she supplies softly when he asks the question. "If you want to talk about the other Princes and what you know simply because you're in debt, that would be /a/ choice you can make. What it's worth would be up to the Prince." She leans back a little, finally glancing aside to Brennan and giving him a slight shrug.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kumanhi +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
For the first time since entering, Kumanhi smiles, and at Salvatore of all people. Not at what the man said, but at what the Daeva has found in the crowd. He points vaguely at the other Kindred, making a mental note to himself and turns his attention to Faith, but Raul is upon him, arm around the Daeva's shoulder, making him wince with anticipation.<br />
<br />
Kumanhi follows along with Raul's words, nodding more and more emphatically, mumbling, "I see. Oh... I see. Ah... yes, I see." Thrice he claims to see, but near the end of Raul's expectations, after being called 'darling', Kumanhi Bellecourt's eyes shoot up and he fixes his gaze on Raul's, boldly looking him in the eye from inches away. With an eager, excited grin, he confides in the Prince, "/Now/ I understand. I am so eager to serve you for Her." His eagerness is palpable, and if he's released and not stopped, he follows Raul like a fly on shit.<br />
<br />
+----+ Elizabeth +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Elizabeth watches the exchange between Kumanhi and Raul again as the Prince threatens him and the pack concerning the incident with violence. She nods to Salvatore and tells him, "I think it is about time we go get some work done." She rises from her seat and gives a formal bow to the Prince before saying, "My apologies for not introducing myself earlier. I am Elizabeth of Clan Ventrue. Also newly arrived to the city but settling in now. I will look into these Pure and see what can be found out about them, and maybe any rumors I hear about this fire beast while I'm at it. Unfortunately I am needed elswhere at this time." She addresses all present this time. "A good evening to you all as well, look forward to meeting each of you." With that said she awaits for Sal to follow.<br />
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<div>{{Log<br />
|chars=Lexi,Flint,Solomon,Kenny,Salvatore,Logan,Faith,Rachel,Raven,Lilith<br />
|gamedate=2022.08.14<br />
|location=Undercity<br />
|summary=A group bears witness to a tragedy.<br />
|subtitle=New fire-Touched Beginnings<br />
|categories=Changeling Werewolf Vampire<br />
|log=+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The fires are becoming almost normal seeming, up top. Sparking off in a steady northward spread through Central. Fights are adding to it. Entire bars turning into scenes from Roadhouse, patrons turning on each other and drawn into the chaos and violence like junkies to drugs.<br />
<br />
The source, the cause of these things is known, but not much is known of what to do about it. The answer, perhaps, lay down here, beneath the streets in the guts of what once was.<br />
<br />
Undercity. The spooky basement where weird noises are and bad things happen. A place where the curtain that separates the realms has been torn apart, and left open. For things to criss-cross from one side tot he other, unfettered.<br />
<br />
+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven is out for a stroll today. She finds herself in the underground, checking out the spooky shit as it were. Not wanting to go alone cause its dangerous, she has brought Lexi with her. Wether by force or her own doing, the two Steelmaw packmates set out into the dark unknown. Raven also avoids the memories of melting if she can.<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
On one hand, a city seething with anger is a pretty good deal for a Lost, even if it's not Solomon's court. On the other - well, the city is where he keeps his stuff. And his job. So even if it's delightfully easy to find a good bar fight these days, here Sol is, dressed in sturdy undercity delving clothes, prepared to try and examine a gateway to some other horrible dimension and hopefully find out something useful without getting mauled, devoured, or possessed.<br />
<br />
At least his arm is working. And he looks remarkably enthusiastic about the being down here. "I'd assume that if pouring some iron and concrete around the thing worked, that would have been tried before," he's muttering quietly to Rachel. "My first instinct would be to try and gather some samples and observations, then attempt some experiments."<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith may have told Brennan some certain words about avoiding angry manifestations of fire and such, but despite that advise she's found her way to snooping around underground after hearing more about it at a recent gathering. She's dressed as she always is, in black, hood keeping her face hidden from easy view, she's come to see what's what.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
When Solomon had mentiond wanting to go down to the Undercity, Rachel was all for it. Provided they take the proper precautions. She's geared up in what could best be described as military surplus store punk. She’s got combat boots, camo fatigue pants, and a flak jacket on over a shirt. There’s a pistol strapped to her hip, and rucksack on her back loaded up with who knows what. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail, and she’s forgone rings and bangles, though her hamsa remains on its cord around her neck.<br />
<br />
And she'd insisted that Solomon buy her another cup of coffee. She'd paid him back for the last one, and she'll pay him back for this one. Later. Provided they survive. And with an unfilled debt yet to be resolved, the Wyrd might help make that more likely.<br />
<br />
Down here, out of sight of the public, she pulls her pistol from it's holster, ejecting the magazine to visually confirm that it's full of bullets. Then she slaps it back into the magwell, and pulls back on the slide, checking for the siny glint of brass in the barrel before letting it slide forward again and returning the pistol to her holster. "I'm with you, Doc," she says to Solomon. "But we don't always get what we want, do we?" She gives him a sparkling grin.<br />
<br />
+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Down here is home. Down here, he doesnt need to pretend. Moving along the tunnels from the south, the steady footfalls of the large Italian at least give some sort of warning that he approaches. Even in the darkness of the tunnels there is sense of oppression that radiates out from him till be begins to hear voices and recent movements through the Underground...Sal seems to grin broadly in a rictus smile before calling out in a deep baritone, "It would appear we have visitors tonight. And no escort? No no, that will never do. Tillo would be beside himself if his guests didnt have a proper host."<br />
<br />
+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi happily tags along when Raven wanted to go investigate all the weird stuff going on. Plus she had mainly just been twiddling her thymbs most of the day and jumped at the thought of possibly fighting or at least putting her 'nose to the ground' type work. She has her hair in a tight, high pony tail, black leather jacket with a black t-shirt, dark denim pants and her combat boots, knives neatly tucked away in all her hiding places. She follows Raven closely as they enter the underground.<br />
<br />
+----+ Ric +-------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Ric is not normally an explorative type person, but finally getting the shop set up and things settled out has him wanting to check out the new connections. That means a scuffed up pair of jeans and tshirt and work boots that can handle a good trudge through god knows what. Weaponry? LOL. A five pound wrench tucked through a tool loop on his jeans is about as much as that covers, while he's hunting down some of the stranger stuff he picked up on a night or two before on four legs.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny arrives, called by Solomon and of course with Logan. As the pair get on the scene he gives a nod to Solomon and then a wave to Rachel. The rest of the group forming gets a polite smile as well as a nod as he says, "Hey there, I'm Kenny, this is Logan." Introducing them both he gives their surroundings a long look. Reaching into his pocket he finds a small package he carries and pulls free a round battery that he places in his mouth, letting the electricity flow into him as he uses it to activate Primal Glory.<br />
<br />
With electricity crackling over his form he spits the battery out into its baggy and slides it away. Tonight he's dressed in a t-shirt with jeans and a comfortable pair of running shoes. "I'm guessing we're expecting some trouble, right?" Looking at his hands, he focuses on that lightning that crawls over his form to cause it to dance and jump between his hands and fingers like chain lighting before he pulls his hands apart to summon a long spear made of lightning.<br />
<br />
+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny had told Logan that they had to go and so here he is, the scruffy counselor in his usual jeans and steel toed boots, a t-shirt and flannel over it. He's got a pair of gloves tucked into his belt and a small maglite flashlight clipped to his belt along with his keys and his phone in his back pocket. He strolls along next to Kenny, looking around slowly as they go, taking everything in. As they approach and he can hear the voices, he gives a nod to those that he recognizes, but for the moment seems to be keeping quiet, just listening to what's going on.<br />
<br />
+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven bumps Lexi's shoulder as they descend before saying, "Just stick close till shit hits the fan, I yell, you stab. Don't be afraid to get the fuck out if neccesary." Lexi probably already knows but wants to reassure her. She notices the small group forming. She sees Rachel and gives a wave to her and her companions. "I guess everyone had the same idea for a walk about tonight?" She gestures to the others she has not met, "Assume your all fellow Accordians."<br />
<br />
She is hit by a smell suddenly and looks around before saying, "Guess the big nasty just came through? No one saw it I guess?" tracking this thing down won't be too hard, how can you miss the big Balrog when your stomping through it's new home.<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Solomon keeps giving Rachel these sidelong looks when he thinks she's not looking, and grinning to himself. It doesn't stop him from noticing the others approaching, and there's a wary sort of nod to everyone. "We wouldn't want Prince Tillo to go spare," he says, dryly--but still with a certain sincerity. He shakes his head to Raven's question. "I haven't seen it myself, although I think some people have."<br />
<br />
Then he pauses, his head cocking to one side. The heat could be ignored, maybe, but there's more than that, and his eyes close. "Anyone...hear something?" he asks, even as he tries to concentrate on it and figure out what, exactly, he's hearing.<br />
<br />
+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"At least one of you has a bit of manners" Salvatore says with a snort as he turns the corner from the area with the Wound and begins to head north. "The way you make it sound, you've never seen horrible monsters before in the past. It's around, I'm sure. It passes through on occasion when it feeds. Or just gets bored. Or decides it wants a joy ride on the wild side. Who knows. Try to be careful down here. Who knows what may happen."<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith can smell smoke, and feel the warmth, and so she's on edge. Her Beast is very much unhappy to be hear, and that sharpens her senses as she's looking down the tunnel to the west. "Chanting?" She says towards the group that seems to have gathered when the prompt from Solomon about hearing things is voiced. "Or growling. Or both."<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Yeah," Rachel agrees with both Solomon and Raven, sniffing the air and frowning slightly. "Something's definitely down here." Then she glances over at Raven and smiles, raising one and curling her fingers at her and her friend. Then to Kenny and Logan, she tilts her chin upward, "Hey guys." And a similar gesture over to the well-dressed Italian, "Sal."<br />
<br />
She looks in the direction everybody seems to be looking, "Well, I guess we're all here looking for answers. No time like the present," she gives the group a sparkly smile, and sets off down the tunnel.<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi stops briefly as the smell of smoke reaches her nose as she closes her eyes for a moment, feeling a little warmer than she did a few moments before. She bumps Raven's shoulder in return, "I wouldn't want to leave you, not with that thing roaming done here." She gives her a slight glare but then notices the group forming and waves to everyone. She keeps close to Raven and her hands close to her knives, just in case. She listens to the sounds of foot fall and as another one approaches and she nods in greeting. "Hello guys, what a night for a stroll." She says as she gets to the group.<br />
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+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny reaches for Logan's shoulder and gives it a light squeeze. Smiling back to the others he nods in agreement to the smells and to the sounds not far off. "Like whispers, chanting or something rhythmic." With his spear in the other hand he hefts it lightly and points to the distance.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Logan gives an up-nod of greeting to Rachel and says, "Hey." He can feel the unusual warmth but doesn't quite notice some of the details that the others do. He falls silent to try and hear whatever it is that they're hearing but there's conversation going on around him, so he turns his attention back to the conversation at hand. "Chanting? That's always a good sign." That's never a good sign. For those who can see the sharpness of his teeth, he bares them just a little, canine ears flicking in the direction of the sound that he can only faintly hear now that it's been pointed out. He nods toward Rachel and says, "May as well.. it's what we're here for." He gives Kenny a bump of his shoulder and then nods in that direction, moving to follow.<br />
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+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
There is no such annoyance greater than trying to kickstart the next generation, and being disturbed by -- Something. <br />
<br />
This is the reason for the sudden shape, and the palpable violence radiating off of this horse-sized Destroyer of Things. It starts slow, under the rhythmic chanting, though this comes from the direction of Above: A deep, monstrous growl, as the Great Wolf's lips peel back to reveal a maw of fangs. Eyes that glow red in the dark anytime they find light. Grey fur. Black fur. Tan fur. The Spirits chitter and squeek as they hide: Fenris-Ur. <br />
<br />
Flint's large form moves forward to the group, claws digging into the concrete of the tunnel. Enamel snapping together with a violent promise. Then again, harsher, this time directed -- at the only figure he recognized: Raven. First Tongue. <"NOISE. STINK."> <br />
<br />
The hulking wolf scrapes those long claws down on the concrete, biting the air. Irritated. Excited. Fur starting to rise up on end, and the visible musculature shaking.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven nods to those gathered. After hearing Salvatore she gives him a nod, "Only been down here once for the ooze we fought. Horrible time. If you wish to point in the right direction I'll go." She trusts the mysterious man for now maybe. After hearing the others, "Well chanting will also help find whatever weird shit is down here." If it's like last time, she is sure chanting will be the least of their concerns. She motions to Lexi next, "Guess we will go see what this business is about. And now we have friends to die along side us." She chuckles as she begins to move foreward.<br />
<br />
She shifts her form the her Urshul form, a large gray wolf as Flint appears. She yips back at him, ~Chanting down the tunnel, Minotaur maybe~. She motions with her head as she follows the group.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Rachel is surprised when a fucking //dire wolf// emerges from the tunnels to join them. But she's worked with werewolves before, and since Raven (wait, where did Raven go? Oh, she's a wolf now too, just smaller) doesn't seem perturbed, she'll assume for the moment that this is a Gud Wolf.<br />
<br />
As she travels onward though, her steps grow lighter, and after a few moments she pulls her pistol from her holster. "Can you hear that?" She asks quietly to the dire wolf at her side. "It sounds like animals. Maybe a bit like you guys sound, when you wolf-talk to each other?" She glances aside at the dire wolf, not sure if she's making any sort of sense, before looking forward again. "And someone screaming. Burning."<br />
<br />
She glances behind herself and waves the rest of the group to follow her as she continues onward, hunched forward slightly, stealthy and gun out.<br />
<br />
She reaches into a pocket of her flak jacket, procuring something tiny and glassy; dragonfly wings. She pops them in her mouth and chews. To mortal eyes, a part of her flak jacket tugs loose into a drooping scarf down her back to either side of her rucksack, her eyes become heavily shaded, and out of nowhere there are gloves holding blades to the tip of her fingers like claws. To the Changelings among the party, she sprouts dragonfly wings, chitinous retractable claws, and a set of tiny compound eyes above her eyebrows and below her eyes, as well as elsewhere on her body.<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
As Rachel heads down the tunnel, Solomon shakes off his attempt to make intelligible meaning of the whispers, and follows. When Flint-the-giant-wolf bounds past him, he definitely doesn't try and get in its way. Instead, he hums to himself, _Riders on the Storm_ for anyone who is close enough to hear it. "Sounds charming. No doubt they're having a barbecue and someone just bit into a burger that was a bit too hot," he mutters. And yet, at the same time, he's practically vibrating with anticipation.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith too, is very surprised at the sudden actual wolves that are around. For her part, she's not worked with wolves before, so there's definitely some -staring- going on from the vampire, though her face remains difficult to make out in the dark with her hood up. All she's got in way of preparation is a heavy looking cane, and she hesitantly joins the group, moving onwards.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven thinks the party already started then. She moves ahead of Rachel slightly so her stealthy ass is not noticed. She says to Lexi in the first tongue, ~Well I guess we get to see what the noise is all about.~ She continues forward towards the direction of the screaming Rachel pointed out, keeping her eyes peeled for whatever the fuck they are about to run into.<br />
<br />
+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The Embodiment of Fenris-Ur begins to glow. Runes of the purest silver light sizzle into his skin. Brands. They clasp around his throat because The Lunes LOVE SACRIFICE! His paws GLEAM with geomatric broken-blades. The Great Wolf's flanks sizzle and smoke with ethereal light seen in The Real. His footsteps leave burning prints that fade almost immediately. PURITY. HONOR. GLORY. The Blood Talon's Purity is such that the terrifying mantle of his ancestor is felt. <br />
<br />
As that Renown and Rank is displayed, Flint takes the front only to stop. Claws dig into the concrete. The large horse-sized head turning to regard the other Uratha, and the one in Dalu (Lexi) will be growled at. Tongue sliding along those large fangs momentarily. Then again to the other Urshul, she is actually leapt at, jaws snapping violently at the air near the head. The Destroyer is straight-forward, not stupid. It is after this then that the Great Wolf eases himself again - drawing inwards, drawing outwards - claws digging into the cement. Essence burning in that soul-furnace, to call on his Gifts as that Primal Urge jerks forward and for a brief second, the savagery is displayed with pulled back lips, flashing fangs, and the Great Wolf momentarily starting to spasm.<br />
<br />
+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Logan continues to follow behind the others, watching as the large wolves leap ahead. The sound of screaming in the distance and the mention of animals draws a faint growl under his breath, but for now he continues to move, quietly behind the others, occasionally glancing back over his shoulder to keep an eye on their rear as they go.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
For everyone around them, Kenny is wreathed in crackling electricity that sparks and jumps as it moves like lighting over and around his form. In his hand he holds a long spear made of crackling lightning as he takes up the rear and looks around, making sure their group isn't jumped from behind.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The tunnel ahead curves, doubling back. The chanting grows. A second voice, more burning hair stink. Screams, shrieks. The snarls and howls beyond the switchback grow to a frenzied pitch. A third. A fourth. Squealing. Searing flesh added to the miasma of fire and burning hair. The howling and snarls half mask the screams.<br />
<br />
The wolves can make it out. Celebration. Sermon. Indoctrination of the new into the old. <br />
<br />
And beyond? A huge snort, a whuffle, and then a *bovine bellow* that shakes the walls and momentarily drowns out the celebration.<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Solomon looks up at the screaming and the shrieking. His eyebrows go up and he scents the air. And then..."Ah. That would be O'Leary's Cow, then?" He swallows. "It sounds...larger than I'd imagined. It will be large and on fire." A pause. "Which isn't anything anyone didn't already know, probably. Either way, if you're vulnerable to fire, be wary, and if you're impervious to flame, now would be a good time for that." He sticks close to Rachel, shamelessly hiding behind her and the giant murder wolf.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Oh jeez, big scary giant werewolf is ornery with the other wolves. Rachel frowns at what to her looks like an unecessary distraction given that there's likely danger in front of them already, they hardly need it from their own party. But at Solomon's words she glances towards him, and smiles, "Alright, Doc," and holsters her firearm. She takes a packet of matches out of her pocket, strikes one, blows it out until only embers remain, and finally stubs it out on her tongue.<br />
<br />
Then she draws her firearm again and proceeds onward.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
In the wake of her fire-swallowing, sparks and embers glow ingo light in the air surrounding her, circling here in a glow of sparks.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi nods to Flint at his show and homer simpson into the shadows, and stays behind. Listening, sniffing, waiting. She stalks forward slowly, letting the others go ahead so she can plan her next moves, see how many there are and the best actions to take next. She's patient, She will wait for the right time to strike.<br />
<br />
+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Heading north along the tunnel, Salvatore seems content to wander alone in the direction of the Verge...or was it that way? All these tunnels look alike to him. Coming to a cross roads in the tunnel system, he seems about ready to look for another path...when the giant roar comes from back the way he came. "Oh. It's awake now." Heading back towards the way he just came, the shadows begin to wrap around him as he disappears from view.<br />
<br />
<br />
+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven looks back but notices Lexi is gone, probably melded with the shadows now. She looks forward as Flint comes to a stop. She tilts her head in a nod when he speaks and nips at her. She says to him in the first tongue, ~Four Pure it sounds like, guess they will have their hands full.~ Hard to chuckle but she bears her teeth like a grin at him. The excitment getting to her now. She calls upon her essence to make her Purity Renown flare to life.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith can't help but shudder. Fire. She heaves out a big sigh. "Thanks for the ... tip." She says in a soft voice, and then she's also just fading into the shadows, vanishing into nothing to be a bit more wary, and hopefully not be easily seen by fire creatures.<br />
<br />
+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The Great Wolf shakes and growls, snarling. His strength increases, causing a terrible bulging against the flesh that makes his bones creak. His tendons make awful stretching noises. The claws dig into the concrete, and those paws swiping into the wet...concrete.<br />
<br />
That large head turns to regard the spot where Lexi vanishes, growling. Then to Raven, another growl. At the sound of that bovine call, the large wolf has to clap his jaws together to cease a howling challenge that tries to rip out -- and one paw backs off. <br />
<br />
As others begin to crackle, or burn, or transorm? What is the Rahu to do, but assume these are some umia?! So that crackling spear-wielder has his personal space invaded. Red-glinting eyes staring at it. Then the tunnel. Then back. Then to the ground, where claws swipe against the pools of fetid water and those black lips pull back to reveal fangs at the nearby Raven.<br />
<br />
+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Logan's eyes just sort of widen as this great big wolf thing snarling and hulking comes all the way back through them to invade Kenny's, and thus his personal space given that they're standing together. "Whoah... whoah.. what the hell? We're all on the same team here," he says, putting his hands up and taking a step back toward Kenny. Whatever's going on up ahead, there's a current pressing matter of a growling red-glinting-eye variety that needs addressing.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
There's no threat from behind. Tonight, even the spirits that usually slink, slither, ad scuttle about are gone. It's eerily quiet outside of the fiery salvation beyond the curve in he tunnel. Some of the screams become gurgles, but the shouting, the howling grows louder. The snorts and calls of O'Leary's cow joining the insane in their celebration. <br />
<br />
The light at the tunnel brightens, on of the auspice-shorn stumbling, on fire, falling near the ground to writhe in twisted bliss as the flames on their body start to die down.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny points at the rahu and yells, "Back off or I'll fuck you up. Turn that on your enemy." Unlike Logan the Summer court changeling isn't going to take it and sets his spear to fend off a rush and nods. "Test me doggo, I'll paint the underground with your blood."<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Solomon hisses as someone stumbles into the tunnel //on fire// and falls down. Hearing the shout from behind, he snaps, "None of us are spirit hosts. Ask later if you want a summary. Can we focus on the flaming cow-worshiping cult it sounds like is ahead of us?"<br />
<br />
He points at the fiery body.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Yeah, cut that shit out!" Rachel hisses to the others, mostly at the giant fucker of a dire wolf that seems to be directing aggression at the members of the away-team, while they can all hear people screaming getting quieter. Who knows who they're letting suffer and/or die while they waste time?<br />
<br />
+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi slips passed everyone and passed Flint and goes towards the corner to get a better look at whats waiting for us. She slowly stalks forward and pears around the corner as quietly as she possibly can.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith, too, having faded away, slips past everyone and their argument? that's starting. Confident that she's protected by her invisibilty, she's inching forward, but a person on fire is giving her a definite pause.<br />
<br />
+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Salvatore having returned back to the group, slips past the group quietly with a smirk at whatever the hell that is going on. If nothing else, at least this will be entertaining!<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
You paged (Lexi, Faith, Bedlam) with ‘The pair manage to slink around the corner to peek around the edge of the wall. No one seems to notice, but that's because they're lost in the revelry. The one on the floor? The eyes are gone, but sure to grow back without too much trouble. One of the ten or so painted in blood and blistered by flame moves to drag the fallen Uratha back, shifting to Dalu and hucking them back into the fire's sweet embrace with a war whoop when they starts screaming again. They will live or die. The ten are in a variety of forms - wolf, dire wolf, dalu, one or two in homid. Those choosing to sacrifice their Auspice to join the Pure are the ones burning and screaming while the others cheer them on.<br />
<br />
Beyond, the towering, broad form of the firey minotaur casts sparks and shadow over the gathering, basking in the fires they stoke and feeding on the essence shed.’<br />
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You paged (Lexi, Faith, Bedlam) with ‘the 20ft tall mino https://i.etsystatic.com/19757394/r/il/29a1b3/2828937664/il_fullxfull.2828937664_2uou.jpg’<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven looks around for a moment while Flint heads off to Kenny's area. She nods to him and looks over to the others as they yell at Flint. She growls for a second but shifts to her Dalu form to say to them, "We can use the lightning to bottle neck the enemies ahead with water if they charge. Lexi should be scouting ahead to see what's coming. If they do charge I'll break some pipes to make a bottleneck as Flint here suggested." She stays low as the fired one falls down. "What the fuck?"<br />
<br />
+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The Great Wolf keeps his eyes on the lightning-warrior. To Flint, such a being is umia. No matter if it's on this side, or the other, and those snarls of First Tongue are born with snapping jaws and demanding posture, Lunar Runes burning brightly with the Rahu's growing aggression.<br />
<br />
Then Raven is talking, and the giant horse-sized head turns towards her, then back to Kenny, tongue licking his teeth - as the large creature is careful to claw at the ground where water gathers and then hop up to the taller ground. Dryer. It's at the revelation of that burning zealot that the Destroyer turns his whole attention towards it, and ceases any notion of planning. Another exhale. Another.<br />
<br />
+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Logan just stares at the big wolf in bafflement. "Come on," he says to Kenny while it seems to be distracted and heads toward the corner with the others to go see what's going on. He's not staying at the back anymore. And so he approaches those who have gone to look at what lies beyond. "It sounds like people are dying up there and I don't want to just stand around in this hall playing fet..." which might be ironic coming from the canine Beast. But he's then distracted as someone on FIRE suddenly falls onto the ground.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi quietly turns tail and halls ass back towards the group stopping next to Flint as touches his side as she drops her Shadow Pelt "UUUHHH guys we need to move back and quickly." She says paniced and managing to whisper. She pets his side attempting soothe the Great Wolf. "We need to get back to the surface, there are too many for us. We can speak once its safe." She gestures everyone to follow her back towards the way they came from.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny eyes Flint then shakes his head, following after Logan to see what's ahead. Still crackling with electricity and holding that spear of lightning.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
With Lexi backing off, so too does Faith. Eagerly. The fire has her this close to just abandoning everyone, but instead the Nosferaru just kind of appears beside Lexi. ?I agree,? she says quietly. ?We shoukd retreat. There are a lot of them...?<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Solomon nods to Lexi, but does not immediately flee. Instead, he focuses on the burning form on the floor, staying well out of reach, and concentrates on them. He whispers, in Spanish, "Despite my profession and mien, centipedes give me the creeps. I have nightmares of them, sometimes." And he tries to pull the forms worst fear from its mind before it...dies? Or possibly gets up and starts to dance.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Rachel immediately steps in front of Solomon, not blocking his view of the fiery burning person (much) but certainly blocking their paths to each other. She grasps her pistol in a teacup grip. "Work fast, Sol."<br />
<br />
+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Unseen, the Italian Nosferatu has his phone out and recording quietly from a little section near the wall. He seems content to at least get some of this for research even if nothing else. As first a Lexi and then a Faith seem to appear past the entrance, Sal seems to just smirk to himself before heading towards the doorway himself.<br />
<br />
+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven looks to Lexi and Faith and nods. She stands up and tells the rest of the group, "Whatever they saw is too much for us right now. We need to tell the others of what's down here and come back ready." Raven is almost in physical pain at suggesting a tactical retreat, the urge to kill strong. She swallows it for now and keeps a determined look to the rest of them.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi doesn't wait, she runs full sprint towards the exit, if they make it with her? great! If not? She warned them. She just runs.<br />
<br />
+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
With Lexi's touch, and Raven's urging, there is...an awful sound. The large Great Wolf leaving, back the way he came, though more than once the eyes dip back to see the sight of that burning-man. He'll change later. Above. Somewhere not here.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny was making his way forward with Logan and even as they realize everyone is turning to run. Trying to see what they're running from his electricity lashes out, arching in a bright flash of light before the elemental loses his footing and falls. Cursing loudly as he's sure now it won't matter he uses his spear to help push himself up to his feet once more.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Rachel makes sure Solomon is bailing, but stays with Raven to try to get Kenny and Logan out.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith has delivered her information, and slipping back into the shadows she's not sticking around either. There's a glance behind her as she hears that comotion, but as other seem to assisting she's moving.<br />
<br />
+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven sees the wolves haul ass and nods to herself. She looks back to the rest of the group. She begins to move as well when she hears the splat. She sighs as she looks over and sees Kenny splattered on the ground. "Goddamnit." Without hesitation she rushes towards him and grabs him to throw him over her shoulder. She then says to the rest, "Were bugging out, I suggest you do the same." With that she hauls ass, fireman carrying Kenny with her giant frame.<br />
<br />
+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
When Lexi turns around and tells them that they need to go _now_, Logan catches a glimpse of what lays beyond just in time to see Kenny go down. He reaches out toward him but when he sees that Kenny's already being dragged away, he blinks and shifts into his own canine form and takes off after them as fast as he can run.<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Fear or no fear, it's clear that it's time to vacate the premises. Solomon makes a discontented sound, looking towards the tunnel and its hidden secrets, but as everyone else retreats, so does he.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Rachel keeps pace with Raven and stays at her side, covering her (and the carried Kenny) as they make their retreat.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The fires are becoming almost normal seeming, up top. Sparking off in a steady northward spread through Central. Fights are adding to it. Entire bars turning into scenes from Roadhouse, patrons turning on each other and drawn into the chaos and violence like junkies to drugs.<br />
<br />
The source, the cause of these things is known, but not much is known of what to do about it. The answer, perhaps, lay down here, beneath the streets in the guts of what once was.<br />
<br />
Undercity. The spooky basement where weird noises are and bad things happen. A place where the curtain that separates the realms has been torn apart, and left open. For things to criss-cross from one side tot he other, unfettered.<br />
<br />
+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven is out for a stroll today. She finds herself in the underground, checking out the spooky shit as it were. Not wanting to go alone cause its dangerous, she has brought Lexi with her. Wether by force or her own doing, the two Steelmaw packmates set out into the dark unknown. Raven also avoids the memories of melting if she can.<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
On one hand, a city seething with anger is a pretty good deal for a Lost, even if it's not Solomon's court. On the other - well, the city is where he keeps his stuff. And his job. So even if it's delightfully easy to find a good bar fight these days, here Sol is, dressed in sturdy undercity delving clothes, prepared to try and examine a gateway to some other horrible dimension and hopefully find out something useful without getting mauled, devoured, or possessed.<br />
<br />
At least his arm is working. And he looks remarkably enthusiastic about the being down here. "I'd assume that if pouring some iron and concrete around the thing worked, that would have been tried before," he's muttering quietly to Rachel. "My first instinct would be to try and gather some samples and observations, then attempt some experiments."<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith may have told Brennan some certain words about avoiding angry manifestations of fire and such, but despite that advise she's found her way to snooping around underground after hearing more about it at a recent gathering. She's dressed as she always is, in black, hood keeping her face hidden from easy view, she's come to see what's what.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
When Solomon had mentiond wanting to go down to the Undercity, Rachel was all for it. Provided they take the proper precautions. She's geared up in what could best be described as military surplus store punk. She’s got combat boots, camo fatigue pants, and a flak jacket on over a shirt. There’s a pistol strapped to her hip, and rucksack on her back loaded up with who knows what. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail, and she’s forgone rings and bangles, though her hamsa remains on its cord around her neck.<br />
<br />
And she'd insisted that Solomon buy her another cup of coffee. She'd paid him back for the last one, and she'll pay him back for this one. Later. Provided they survive. And with an unfilled debt yet to be resolved, the Wyrd might help make that more likely.<br />
<br />
Down here, out of sight of the public, she pulls her pistol from it's holster, ejecting the magazine to visually confirm that it's full of bullets. Then she slaps it back into the magwell, and pulls back on the slide, checking for the siny glint of brass in the barrel before letting it slide forward again and returning the pistol to her holster. "I'm with you, Doc," she says to Solomon. "But we don't always get what we want, do we?" She gives him a sparkling grin.<br />
<br />
+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Down here is home. Down here, he doesnt need to pretend. Moving along the tunnels from the south, the steady footfalls of the large Italian at least give some sort of warning that he approaches. Even in the darkness of the tunnels there is sense of oppression that radiates out from him till be begins to hear voices and recent movements through the Underground...Sal seems to grin broadly in a rictus smile before calling out in a deep baritone, "It would appear we have visitors tonight. And no escort? No no, that will never do. Tillo would be beside himself if his guests didnt have a proper host."<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi happily tags along when Raven wanted to go investigate all the weird stuff going on. Plus she had mainly just been twiddling her thymbs most of the day and jumped at the thought of possibly fighting or at least putting her 'nose to the ground' type work. She has her hair in a tight, high pony tail, black leather jacket with a black t-shirt, dark denim pants and her combat boots, knives neatly tucked away in all her hiding places. She follows Raven closely as they enter the underground.<br />
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+----+ Ric +-------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Ric is not normally an explorative type person, but finally getting the shop set up and things settled out has him wanting to check out the new connections. That means a scuffed up pair of jeans and tshirt and work boots that can handle a good trudge through god knows what. Weaponry? LOL. A five pound wrench tucked through a tool loop on his jeans is about as much as that covers, while he's hunting down some of the stranger stuff he picked up on a night or two before on four legs.<br />
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+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny arrives, called by Solomon and of course with Logan. As the pair get on the scene he gives a nod to Solomon and then a wave to Rachel. The rest of the group forming gets a polite smile as well as a nod as he says, "Hey there, I'm Kenny, this is Logan." Introducing them both he gives their surroundings a long look. Reaching into his pocket he finds a small package he carries and pulls free a round battery that he places in his mouth, letting the electricity flow into him as he uses it to activate Primal Glory.<br />
<br />
With electricity crackling over his form he spits the battery out into its baggy and slides it away. Tonight he's dressed in a t-shirt with jeans and a comfortable pair of running shoes. "I'm guessing we're expecting some trouble, right?" Looking at his hands, he focuses on that lightning that crawls over his form to cause it to dance and jump between his hands and fingers like chain lighting before he pulls his hands apart to summon a long spear made of lightning.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny had told Logan that they had to go and so here he is, the scruffy counselor in his usual jeans and steel toed boots, a t-shirt and flannel over it. He's got a pair of gloves tucked into his belt and a small maglite flashlight clipped to his belt along with his keys and his phone in his back pocket. He strolls along next to Kenny, looking around slowly as they go, taking everything in. As they approach and he can hear the voices, he gives a nod to those that he recognizes, but for the moment seems to be keeping quiet, just listening to what's going on.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven bumps Lexi's shoulder as they descend before saying, "Just stick close till shit hits the fan, I yell, you stab. Don't be afraid to get the fuck out if neccesary." Lexi probably already knows but wants to reassure her. She notices the small group forming. She sees Rachel and gives a wave to her and her companions. "I guess everyone had the same idea for a walk about tonight?" She gestures to the others she has not met, "Assume your all fellow Accordians."<br />
<br />
She is hit by a smell suddenly and looks around before saying, "Guess the big nasty just came through? No one saw it I guess?" tracking this thing down won't be too hard, how can you miss the big Balrog when your stomping through it's new home.<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Solomon keeps giving Rachel these sidelong looks when he thinks she's not looking, and grinning to himself. It doesn't stop him from noticing the others approaching, and there's a wary sort of nod to everyone. "We wouldn't want Prince Tillo to go spare," he says, dryly--but still with a certain sincerity. He shakes his head to Raven's question. "I haven't seen it myself, although I think some people have."<br />
<br />
Then he pauses, his head cocking to one side. The heat could be ignored, maybe, but there's more than that, and his eyes close. "Anyone...hear something?" he asks, even as he tries to concentrate on it and figure out what, exactly, he's hearing.<br />
<br />
+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"At least one of you has a bit of manners" Salvatore says with a snort as he turns the corner from the area with the Wound and begins to head north. "The way you make it sound, you've never seen horrible monsters before in the past. It's around, I'm sure. It passes through on occasion when it feeds. Or just gets bored. Or decides it wants a joy ride on the wild side. Who knows. Try to be careful down here. Who knows what may happen."<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith can smell smoke, and feel the warmth, and so she's on edge. Her Beast is very much unhappy to be hear, and that sharpens her senses as she's looking down the tunnel to the west. "Chanting?" She says towards the group that seems to have gathered when the prompt from Solomon about hearing things is voiced. "Or growling. Or both."<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Yeah," Rachel agrees with both Solomon and Raven, sniffing the air and frowning slightly. "Something's definitely down here." Then she glances over at Raven and smiles, raising one and curling her fingers at her and her friend. Then to Kenny and Logan, she tilts her chin upward, "Hey guys." And a similar gesture over to the well-dressed Italian, "Sal."<br />
<br />
She looks in the direction everybody seems to be looking, "Well, I guess we're all here looking for answers. No time like the present," she gives the group a sparkly smile, and sets off down the tunnel.<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi stops briefly as the smell of smoke reaches her nose as she closes her eyes for a moment, feeling a little warmer than she did a few moments before. She bumps Raven's shoulder in return, "I wouldn't want to leave you, not with that thing roaming done here." She gives her a slight glare but then notices the group forming and waves to everyone. She keeps close to Raven and her hands close to her knives, just in case. She listens to the sounds of foot fall and as another one approaches and she nods in greeting. "Hello guys, what a night for a stroll." She says as she gets to the group.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny reaches for Logan's shoulder and gives it a light squeeze. Smiling back to the others he nods in agreement to the smells and to the sounds not far off. "Like whispers, chanting or something rhythmic." With his spear in the other hand he hefts it lightly and points to the distance.<br />
<br />
+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Logan gives an up-nod of greeting to Rachel and says, "Hey." He can feel the unusual warmth but doesn't quite notice some of the details that the others do. He falls silent to try and hear whatever it is that they're hearing but there's conversation going on around him, so he turns his attention back to the conversation at hand. "Chanting? That's always a good sign." That's never a good sign. For those who can see the sharpness of his teeth, he bares them just a little, canine ears flicking in the direction of the sound that he can only faintly hear now that it's been pointed out. He nods toward Rachel and says, "May as well.. it's what we're here for." He gives Kenny a bump of his shoulder and then nods in that direction, moving to follow.<br />
<br />
+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
There is no such annoyance greater than trying to kickstart the next generation, and being disturbed by -- Something. <br />
<br />
This is the reason for the sudden shape, and the palpable violence radiating off of this horse-sized Destroyer of Things. It starts slow, under the rhythmic chanting, though this comes from the direction of Above: A deep, monstrous growl, as the Great Wolf's lips peel back to reveal a maw of fangs. Eyes that glow red in the dark anytime they find light. Grey fur. Black fur. Tan fur. The Spirits chitter and squeek as they hide: Fenris-Ur. <br />
<br />
Flint's large form moves forward to the group, claws digging into the concrete of the tunnel. Enamel snapping together with a violent promise. Then again, harsher, this time directed -- at the only figure he recognized: Raven. First Tongue. <"NOISE. STINK."> <br />
<br />
The hulking wolf scrapes those long claws down on the concrete, biting the air. Irritated. Excited. Fur starting to rise up on end, and the visible musculature shaking.<br />
<br />
+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven nods to those gathered. After hearing Salvatore she gives him a nod, "Only been down here once for the ooze we fought. Horrible time. If you wish to point in the right direction I'll go." She trusts the mysterious man for now maybe. After hearing the others, "Well chanting will also help find whatever weird shit is down here." If it's like last time, she is sure chanting will be the least of their concerns. She motions to Lexi next, "Guess we will go see what this business is about. And now we have friends to die along side us." She chuckles as she begins to move foreward.<br />
<br />
She shifts her form the her Urshul form, a large gray wolf as Flint appears. She yips back at him, ~Chanting down the tunnel, Minotaur maybe~. She motions with her head as she follows the group.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Rachel is surprised when a fucking //dire wolf// emerges from the tunnels to join them. But she's worked with werewolves before, and since Raven (wait, where did Raven go? Oh, she's a wolf now too, just smaller) doesn't seem perturbed, she'll assume for the moment that this is a Gud Wolf.<br />
<br />
As she travels onward though, her steps grow lighter, and after a few moments she pulls her pistol from her holster. "Can you hear that?" She asks quietly to the dire wolf at her side. "It sounds like animals. Maybe a bit like you guys sound, when you wolf-talk to each other?" She glances aside at the dire wolf, not sure if she's making any sort of sense, before looking forward again. "And someone screaming. Burning."<br />
<br />
She glances behind herself and waves the rest of the group to follow her as she continues onward, hunched forward slightly, stealthy and gun out.<br />
<br />
She reaches into a pocket of her flak jacket, procuring something tiny and glassy; dragonfly wings. She pops them in her mouth and chews. To mortal eyes, a part of her flak jacket tugs loose into a drooping scarf down her back to either side of her rucksack, her eyes become heavily shaded, and out of nowhere there are gloves holding blades to the tip of her fingers like claws. To the Changelings among the party, she sprouts dragonfly wings, chitinous retractable claws, and a set of tiny compound eyes above her eyebrows and below her eyes, as well as elsewhere on her body.<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
As Rachel heads down the tunnel, Solomon shakes off his attempt to make intelligible meaning of the whispers, and follows. When Flint-the-giant-wolf bounds past him, he definitely doesn't try and get in its way. Instead, he hums to himself, _Riders on the Storm_ for anyone who is close enough to hear it. "Sounds charming. No doubt they're having a barbecue and someone just bit into a burger that was a bit too hot," he mutters. And yet, at the same time, he's practically vibrating with anticipation.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith too, is very surprised at the sudden actual wolves that are around. For her part, she's not worked with wolves before, so there's definitely some -staring- going on from the vampire, though her face remains difficult to make out in the dark with her hood up. All she's got in way of preparation is a heavy looking cane, and she hesitantly joins the group, moving onwards.<br />
<br />
+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven thinks the party already started then. She moves ahead of Rachel slightly so her stealthy ass is not noticed. She says to Lexi in the first tongue, ~Well I guess we get to see what the noise is all about.~ She continues forward towards the direction of the screaming Rachel pointed out, keeping her eyes peeled for whatever the fuck they are about to run into.<br />
<br />
+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The Embodiment of Fenris-Ur begins to glow. Runes of the purest silver light sizzle into his skin. Brands. They clasp around his throat because The Lunes LOVE SACRIFICE! His paws GLEAM with geomatric broken-blades. The Great Wolf's flanks sizzle and smoke with ethereal light seen in The Real. His footsteps leave burning prints that fade almost immediately. PURITY. HONOR. GLORY. The Blood Talon's Purity is such that the terrifying mantle of his ancestor is felt. <br />
<br />
As that Renown and Rank is displayed, Flint takes the front only to stop. Claws dig into the concrete. The large horse-sized head turning to regard the other Uratha, and the one in Dalu (Lexi) will be growled at. Tongue sliding along those large fangs momentarily. Then again to the other Urshul, she is actually leapt at, jaws snapping violently at the air near the head. The Destroyer is straight-forward, not stupid. It is after this then that the Great Wolf eases himself again - drawing inwards, drawing outwards - claws digging into the cement. Essence burning in that soul-furnace, to call on his Gifts as that Primal Urge jerks forward and for a brief second, the savagery is displayed with pulled back lips, flashing fangs, and the Great Wolf momentarily starting to spasm.<br />
<br />
+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Logan continues to follow behind the others, watching as the large wolves leap ahead. The sound of screaming in the distance and the mention of animals draws a faint growl under his breath, but for now he continues to move, quietly behind the others, occasionally glancing back over his shoulder to keep an eye on their rear as they go.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
For everyone around them, Kenny is wreathed in crackling electricity that sparks and jumps as it moves like lighting over and around his form. In his hand he holds a long spear made of crackling lightning as he takes up the rear and looks around, making sure their group isn't jumped from behind.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The tunnel ahead curves, doubling back. The chanting grows. A second voice, more burning hair stink. Screams, shrieks. The snarls and howls beyond the switchback grow to a frenzied pitch. A third. A fourth. Squealing. Searing flesh added to the miasma of fire and burning hair. The howling and snarls half mask the screams.<br />
<br />
The wolves can make it out. Celebration. Sermon. Indoctrination of the new into the old. <br />
<br />
And beyond? A huge snort, a whuffle, and then a *bovine bellow* that shakes the walls and momentarily drowns out the celebration.<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Solomon looks up at the screaming and the shrieking. His eyebrows go up and he scents the air. And then..."Ah. That would be O'Leary's Cow, then?" He swallows. "It sounds...larger than I'd imagined. It will be large and on fire." A pause. "Which isn't anything anyone didn't already know, probably. Either way, if you're vulnerable to fire, be wary, and if you're impervious to flame, now would be a good time for that." He sticks close to Rachel, shamelessly hiding behind her and the giant murder wolf.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Oh jeez, big scary giant werewolf is ornery with the other wolves. Rachel frowns at what to her looks like an unecessary distraction given that there's likely danger in front of them already, they hardly need it from their own party. But at Solomon's words she glances towards him, and smiles, "Alright, Doc," and holsters her firearm. She takes a packet of matches out of her pocket, strikes one, blows it out until only embers remain, and finally stubs it out on her tongue.<br />
<br />
Then she draws her firearm again and proceeds onward.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
In the wake of her fire-swallowing, sparks and embers glow ingo light in the air surrounding her, circling here in a glow of sparks.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi nods to Flint at his show and homer simpson into the shadows, and stays behind. Listening, sniffing, waiting. She stalks forward slowly, letting the others go ahead so she can plan her next moves, see how many there are and the best actions to take next. She's patient, She will wait for the right time to strike.<br />
<br />
+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Heading north along the tunnel, Salvatore seems content to wander alone in the direction of the Verge...or was it that way? All these tunnels look alike to him. Coming to a cross roads in the tunnel system, he seems about ready to look for another path...when the giant roar comes from back the way he came. "Oh. It's awake now." Heading back towards the way he just came, the shadows begin to wrap around him as he disappears from view.<br />
<br />
<br />
+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven looks back but notices Lexi is gone, probably melded with the shadows now. She looks forward as Flint comes to a stop. She tilts her head in a nod when he speaks and nips at her. She says to him in the first tongue, ~Four Pure it sounds like, guess they will have their hands full.~ Hard to chuckle but she bears her teeth like a grin at him. The excitment getting to her now. She calls upon her essence to make her Purity Renown flare to life.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith can't help but shudder. Fire. She heaves out a big sigh. "Thanks for the ... tip." She says in a soft voice, and then she's also just fading into the shadows, vanishing into nothing to be a bit more wary, and hopefully not be easily seen by fire creatures.<br />
<br />
+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The Great Wolf shakes and growls, snarling. His strength increases, causing a terrible bulging against the flesh that makes his bones creak. His tendons make awful stretching noises. The claws dig into the concrete, and those paws swiping into the wet...concrete.<br />
<br />
That large head turns to regard the spot where Lexi vanishes, growling. Then to Raven, another growl. At the sound of that bovine call, the large wolf has to clap his jaws together to cease a howling challenge that tries to rip out -- and one paw backs off. <br />
<br />
As others begin to crackle, or burn, or transorm? What is the Rahu to do, but assume these are some umia?! So that crackling spear-wielder has his personal space invaded. Red-glinting eyes staring at it. Then the tunnel. Then back. Then to the ground, where claws swipe against the pools of fetid water and those black lips pull back to reveal fangs at the nearby Raven.<br />
<br />
+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Logan's eyes just sort of widen as this great big wolf thing snarling and hulking comes all the way back through them to invade Kenny's, and thus his personal space given that they're standing together. "Whoah... whoah.. what the hell? We're all on the same team here," he says, putting his hands up and taking a step back toward Kenny. Whatever's going on up ahead, there's a current pressing matter of a growling red-glinting-eye variety that needs addressing.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
There's no threat from behind. Tonight, even the spirits that usually slink, slither, ad scuttle about are gone. It's eerily quiet outside of the fiery salvation beyond the curve in he tunnel. Some of the screams become gurgles, but the shouting, the howling grows louder. The snorts and calls of O'Leary's cow joining the insane in their celebration. <br />
<br />
The light at the tunnel brightens, on of the auspice-shorn stumbling, on fire, falling near the ground to writhe in twisted bliss as the flames on their body start to die down.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny points at the rahu and yells, "Back off or I'll fuck you up. Turn that on your enemy." Unlike Logan the Summer court changeling isn't going to take it and sets his spear to fend off a rush and nods. "Test me doggo, I'll paint the underground with your blood."<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Solomon hisses as someone stumbles into the tunnel //on fire// and falls down. Hearing the shout from behind, he snaps, "None of us are spirit hosts. Ask later if you want a summary. Can we focus on the flaming cow-worshiping cult it sounds like is ahead of us?"<br />
<br />
He points at the fiery body.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Yeah, cut that shit out!" Rachel hisses to the others, mostly at the giant fucker of a dire wolf that seems to be directing aggression at the members of the away-team, while they can all hear people screaming getting quieter. Who knows who they're letting suffer and/or die while they waste time?<br />
<br />
+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi slips passed everyone and passed Flint and goes towards the corner to get a better look at whats waiting for us. She slowly stalks forward and pears around the corner as quietly as she possibly can.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith, too, having faded away, slips past everyone and their argument? that's starting. Confident that she's protected by her invisibilty, she's inching forward, but a person on fire is giving her a definite pause.<br />
<br />
+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Salvatore having returned back to the group, slips past the group quietly with a smirk at whatever the hell that is going on. If nothing else, at least this will be entertaining!<br />
<br />
<br />
You paged (Lexi, Faith, Bedlam) with ‘The pair manage to slink around the corner to peek around the edge of the wall. No one seems to notice, but that's because they're lost in the revelry. The one on the floor? The eyes are gone, but sure to grow back without too much trouble. One of the ten or so painted in blood and blistered by flame moves to drag the fallen Uratha back, shifting to Dalu and hucking them back into the fire's sweet embrace with a war whoop when they starts screaming again. They will live or die. The ten are in a variety of forms - wolf, dire wolf, dalu, one or two in homid. Those choosing to sacrifice their Auspice to join the Pure are the ones burning and screaming while the others cheer them on.<br />
<br />
Beyond, the towering, broad form of the firey minotaur casts sparks and shadow over the gathering, basking in the fires they stoke and feeding on the essence shed.’<br />
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You paged (Lexi, Faith, Bedlam) with ‘the 20ft tall mino https://i.etsystatic.com/19757394/r/il/29a1b3/2828937664/il_fullxfull.2828937664_2uou.jpg’<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven looks around for a moment while Flint heads off to Kenny's area. She nods to him and looks over to the others as they yell at Flint. She growls for a second but shifts to her Dalu form to say to them, "We can use the lightning to bottle neck the enemies ahead with water if they charge. Lexi should be scouting ahead to see what's coming. If they do charge I'll break some pipes to make a bottleneck as Flint here suggested." She stays low as the fired one falls down. "What the fuck?"<br />
<br />
+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The Great Wolf keeps his eyes on the lightning-warrior. To Flint, such a being is umia. No matter if it's on this side, or the other, and those snarls of First Tongue are born with snapping jaws and demanding posture, Lunar Runes burning brightly with the Rahu's growing aggression.<br />
<br />
Then Raven is talking, and the giant horse-sized head turns towards her, then back to Kenny, tongue licking his teeth - as the large creature is careful to claw at the ground where water gathers and then hop up to the taller ground. Dryer. It's at the revelation of that burning zealot that the Destroyer turns his whole attention towards it, and ceases any notion of planning. Another exhale. Another.<br />
<br />
+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Logan just stares at the big wolf in bafflement. "Come on," he says to Kenny while it seems to be distracted and heads toward the corner with the others to go see what's going on. He's not staying at the back anymore. And so he approaches those who have gone to look at what lies beyond. "It sounds like people are dying up there and I don't want to just stand around in this hall playing fet..." which might be ironic coming from the canine Beast. But he's then distracted as someone on FIRE suddenly falls onto the ground.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi quietly turns tail and halls ass back towards the group stopping next to Flint as touches his side as she drops her Shadow Pelt "UUUHHH guys we need to move back and quickly." She says paniced and managing to whisper. She pets his side attempting soothe the Great Wolf. "We need to get back to the surface, there are too many for us. We can speak once its safe." She gestures everyone to follow her back towards the way they came from.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny eyes Flint then shakes his head, following after Logan to see what's ahead. Still crackling with electricity and holding that spear of lightning.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
With Lexi backing off, so too does Faith. Eagerly. The fire has her this close to just abandoning everyone, but instead the Nosferaru just kind of appears beside Lexi. ?I agree,? she says quietly. ?We shoukd retreat. There are a lot of them...?<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Solomon nods to Lexi, but does not immediately flee. Instead, he focuses on the burning form on the floor, staying well out of reach, and concentrates on them. He whispers, in Spanish, "Despite my profession and mien, centipedes give me the creeps. I have nightmares of them, sometimes." And he tries to pull the forms worst fear from its mind before it...dies? Or possibly gets up and starts to dance.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Rachel immediately steps in front of Solomon, not blocking his view of the fiery burning person (much) but certainly blocking their paths to each other. She grasps her pistol in a teacup grip. "Work fast, Sol."<br />
<br />
+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Unseen, the Italian Nosferatu has his phone out and recording quietly from a little section near the wall. He seems content to at least get some of this for research even if nothing else. As first a Lexi and then a Faith seem to appear past the entrance, Sal seems to just smirk to himself before heading towards the doorway himself.<br />
<br />
+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven looks to Lexi and Faith and nods. She stands up and tells the rest of the group, "Whatever they saw is too much for us right now. We need to tell the others of what's down here and come back ready." Raven is almost in physical pain at suggesting a tactical retreat, the urge to kill strong. She swallows it for now and keeps a determined look to the rest of them.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi doesn't wait, she runs full sprint towards the exit, if they make it with her? great! If not? She warned them. She just runs.<br />
<br />
+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
With Lexi's touch, and Raven's urging, there is...an awful sound. The large Great Wolf leaving, back the way he came, though more than once the eyes dip back to see the sight of that burning-man. He'll change later. Above. Somewhere not here.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny was making his way forward with Logan and even as they realize everyone is turning to run. Trying to see what they're running from his electricity lashes out, arching in a bright flash of light before the elemental loses his footing and falls. Cursing loudly as he's sure now it won't matter he uses his spear to help push himself up to his feet once more.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Rachel makes sure Solomon is bailing, but stays with Raven to try to get Kenny and Logan out.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith has delivered her information, and slipping back into the shadows she's not sticking around either. There's a glance behind her as she hears that comotion, but as other seem to assisting she's moving.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Raven sees the wolves haul ass and nods to herself. She looks back to the rest of the group. She begins to move as well when she hears the splat. She sighs as she looks over and sees Kenny splattered on the ground. "Goddamnit." Without hesitation she rushes towards him and grabs him to throw him over her shoulder. She then says to the rest, "Were bugging out, I suggest you do the same." With that she hauls ass, fireman carrying Kenny with her giant frame.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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When Lexi turns around and tells them that they need to go _now_, Logan catches a glimpse of what lays beyond just in time to see Kenny go down. He reaches out toward him but when he sees that Kenny's already being dragged away, he blinks and shifts into his own canine form and takes off after them as fast as he can run.<br />
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+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Fear or no fear, it's clear that it's time to vacate the premises. Solomon makes a discontented sound, looking towards the tunnel and its hidden secrets, but as everyone else retreats, so does he.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Rachel keeps pace with Raven and stays at her side, covering her (and the carried Kenny) as they make their retreat.<br />
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<div>{{Log<br />
|chars=Lexi,Flint,Solomon,Kenny,Salvatore,Logan,Faith,Rachel,Raven,Lilith<br />
|gamedate=2022.08.14<br />
|location=Undercity<br />
|summary=A group bears witness to a tragedy.<br />
|subtitle=New fire-Touched Beginnings<br />
|categories=Changeling Werewolf Vampire<br />
|log=+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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The fires are becoming almost normal seeming, up top. Sparking off in a steady northward spread through Central. Fights are adding to it. Entire bars turning into scenes from Roadhouse, patrons turning on each other and drawn into the chaos and violence like junkies to drugs.<br />
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The source, the cause of these things is known, but not much is known of what to do about it. The answer, perhaps, lay down here, beneath the streets in the guts of what once was.<br />
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Undercity. The spooky basement where weird noises are and bad things happen. A place where the curtain that separates the realms has been torn apart, and left open. For things to criss-cross from one side tot he other, unfettered.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Raven is out for a stroll today. She finds herself in the underground, checking out the spooky shit as it were. Not wanting to go alone cause its dangerous, she has brought Lexi with her. Wether by force or her own doing, the two Steelmaw packmates set out into the dark unknown. Raven also avoids the memories of melting if she can.<br />
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+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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On one hand, a city seething with anger is a pretty good deal for a Lost, even if it's not Solomon's court. On the other - well, the city is where he keeps his stuff. And his job. So even if it's delightfully easy to find a good bar fight these days, here Sol is, dressed in sturdy undercity delving clothes, prepared to try and examine a gateway to some other horrible dimension and hopefully find out something useful without getting mauled, devoured, or possessed.<br />
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At least his arm is working. And he looks remarkably enthusiastic about the being down here. "I'd assume that if pouring some iron and concrete around the thing worked, that would have been tried before," he's muttering quietly to Rachel. "My first instinct would be to try and gather some samples and observations, then attempt some experiments."<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith may have told Brennan some certain words about avoiding angry manifestations of fire and such, but despite that advise she's found her way to snooping around underground after hearing more about it at a recent gathering. She's dressed as she always is, in black, hood keeping her face hidden from easy view, she's come to see what's what.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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When Solomon had mentiond wanting to go down to the Undercity, Rachel was all for it. Provided they take the proper precautions. She's geared up in what could best be described as military surplus store punk. She’s got combat boots, camo fatigue pants, and a flak jacket on over a shirt. There’s a pistol strapped to her hip, and rucksack on her back loaded up with who knows what. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail, and she’s forgone rings and bangles, though her hamsa remains on its cord around her neck.<br />
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And she'd insisted that Solomon buy her another cup of coffee. She'd paid him back for the last one, and she'll pay him back for this one. Later. Provided they survive. And with an unfilled debt yet to be resolved, the Wyrd might help make that more likely.<br />
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Down here, out of sight of the public, she pulls her pistol from it's holster, ejecting the magazine to visually confirm that it's full of bullets. Then she slaps it back into the magwell, and pulls back on the slide, checking for the siny glint of brass in the barrel before letting it slide forward again and returning the pistol to her holster. "I'm with you, Doc," she says to Solomon. "But we don't always get what we want, do we?" She gives him a sparkling grin.<br />
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+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Down here is home. Down here, he doesnt need to pretend. Moving along the tunnels from the south, the steady footfalls of the large Italian at least give some sort of warning that he approaches. Even in the darkness of the tunnels there is sense of oppression that radiates out from him till be begins to hear voices and recent movements through the Underground...Sal seems to grin broadly in a rictus smile before calling out in a deep baritone, "It would appear we have visitors tonight. And no escort? No no, that will never do. Tillo would be beside himself if his guests didnt have a proper host."<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Lexi happily tags along when Raven wanted to go investigate all the weird stuff going on. Plus she had mainly just been twiddling her thymbs most of the day and jumped at the thought of possibly fighting or at least putting her 'nose to the ground' type work. She has her hair in a tight, high pony tail, black leather jacket with a black t-shirt, dark denim pants and her combat boots, knives neatly tucked away in all her hiding places. She follows Raven closely as they enter the underground.<br />
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+----+ Ric +-------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Ric is not normally an explorative type person, but finally getting the shop set up and things settled out has him wanting to check out the new connections. That means a scuffed up pair of jeans and tshirt and work boots that can handle a good trudge through god knows what. Weaponry? LOL. A five pound wrench tucked through a tool loop on his jeans is about as much as that covers, while he's hunting down some of the stranger stuff he picked up on a night or two before on four legs.<br />
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+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Kenny arrives, called by Solomon and of course with Logan. As the pair get on the scene he gives a nod to Solomon and then a wave to Rachel. The rest of the group forming gets a polite smile as well as a nod as he says, "Hey there, I'm Kenny, this is Logan." Introducing them both he gives their surroundings a long look. Reaching into his pocket he finds a small package he carries and pulls free a round battery that he places in his mouth, letting the electricity flow into him as he uses it to activate Primal Glory.<br />
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With electricity crackling over his form he spits the battery out into its baggy and slides it away. Tonight he's dressed in a t-shirt with jeans and a comfortable pair of running shoes. "I'm guessing we're expecting some trouble, right?" Looking at his hands, he focuses on that lightning that crawls over his form to cause it to dance and jump between his hands and fingers like chain lighting before he pulls his hands apart to summon a long spear made of lightning.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Kenny had told Logan that they had to go and so here he is, the scruffy counselor in his usual jeans and steel toed boots, a t-shirt and flannel over it. He's got a pair of gloves tucked into his belt and a small maglite flashlight clipped to his belt along with his keys and his phone in his back pocket. He strolls along next to Kenny, looking around slowly as they go, taking everything in. As they approach and he can hear the voices, he gives a nod to those that he recognizes, but for the moment seems to be keeping quiet, just listening to what's going on.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Raven bumps Lexi's shoulder as they descend before saying, "Just stick close till shit hits the fan, I yell, you stab. Don't be afraid to get the fuck out if neccesary." Lexi probably already knows but wants to reassure her. She notices the small group forming. She sees Rachel and gives a wave to her and her companions. "I guess everyone had the same idea for a walk about tonight?" She gestures to the others she has not met, "Assume your all fellow Accordians."<br />
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She is hit by a smell suddenly and looks around before saying, "Guess the big nasty just came through? No one saw it I guess?" tracking this thing down won't be too hard, how can you miss the big Balrog when your stomping through it's new home.<br />
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+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Solomon keeps giving Rachel these sidelong looks when he thinks she's not looking, and grinning to himself. It doesn't stop him from noticing the others approaching, and there's a wary sort of nod to everyone. "We wouldn't want Prince Tillo to go spare," he says, dryly--but still with a certain sincerity. He shakes his head to Raven's question. "I haven't seen it myself, although I think some people have."<br />
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Then he pauses, his head cocking to one side. The heat could be ignored, maybe, but there's more than that, and his eyes close. "Anyone...hear something?" he asks, even as he tries to concentrate on it and figure out what, exactly, he's hearing.<br />
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+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"At least one of you has a bit of manners" Salvatore says with a snort as he turns the corner from the area with the Wound and begins to head north. "The way you make it sound, you've never seen horrible monsters before in the past. It's around, I'm sure. It passes through on occasion when it feeds. Or just gets bored. Or decides it wants a joy ride on the wild side. Who knows. Try to be careful down here. Who knows what may happen."<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith can smell smoke, and feel the warmth, and so she's on edge. Her Beast is very much unhappy to be hear, and that sharpens her senses as she's looking down the tunnel to the west. "Chanting?" She says towards the group that seems to have gathered when the prompt from Solomon about hearing things is voiced. "Or growling. Or both."<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Yeah," Rachel agrees with both Solomon and Raven, sniffing the air and frowning slightly. "Something's definitely down here." Then she glances over at Raven and smiles, raising one and curling her fingers at her and her friend. Then to Kenny and Logan, she tilts her chin upward, "Hey guys." And a similar gesture over to the well-dressed Italian, "Sal."<br />
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She looks in the direction everybody seems to be looking, "Well, I guess we're all here looking for answers. No time like the present," she gives the group a sparkly smile, and sets off down the tunnel.<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Lexi stops briefly as the smell of smoke reaches her nose as she closes her eyes for a moment, feeling a little warmer than she did a few moments before. She bumps Raven's shoulder in return, "I wouldn't want to leave you, not with that thing roaming done here." She gives her a slight glare but then notices the group forming and waves to everyone. She keeps close to Raven and her hands close to her knives, just in case. She listens to the sounds of foot fall and as another one approaches and she nods in greeting. "Hello guys, what a night for a stroll." She says as she gets to the group.<br />
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+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Kenny reaches for Logan's shoulder and gives it a light squeeze. Smiling back to the others he nods in agreement to the smells and to the sounds not far off. "Like whispers, chanting or something rhythmic." With his spear in the other hand he hefts it lightly and points to the distance.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Logan gives an up-nod of greeting to Rachel and says, "Hey." He can feel the unusual warmth but doesn't quite notice some of the details that the others do. He falls silent to try and hear whatever it is that they're hearing but there's conversation going on around him, so he turns his attention back to the conversation at hand. "Chanting? That's always a good sign." That's never a good sign. For those who can see the sharpness of his teeth, he bares them just a little, canine ears flicking in the direction of the sound that he can only faintly hear now that it's been pointed out. He nods toward Rachel and says, "May as well.. it's what we're here for." He gives Kenny a bump of his shoulder and then nods in that direction, moving to follow.<br />
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+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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There is no such annoyance greater than trying to kickstart the next generation, and being disturbed by -- Something. <br />
<br />
This is the reason for the sudden shape, and the palpable violence radiating off of this horse-sized Destroyer of Things. It starts slow, under the rhythmic chanting, though this comes from the direction of Above: A deep, monstrous growl, as the Great Wolf's lips peel back to reveal a maw of fangs. Eyes that glow red in the dark anytime they find light. Grey fur. Black fur. Tan fur. The Spirits chitter and squeek as they hide: Fenris-Ur. <br />
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Flint's large form moves forward to the group, claws digging into the concrete of the tunnel. Enamel snapping together with a violent promise. Then again, harsher, this time directed -- at the only figure he recognized: Raven. First Tongue. <"NOISE. STINK."> <br />
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The hulking wolf scrapes those long claws down on the concrete, biting the air. Irritated. Excited. Fur starting to rise up on end, and the visible musculature shaking.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Raven nods to those gathered. After hearing Salvatore she gives him a nod, "Only been down here once for the ooze we fought. Horrible time. If you wish to point in the right direction I'll go." She trusts the mysterious man for now maybe. After hearing the others, "Well chanting will also help find whatever weird shit is down here." If it's like last time, she is sure chanting will be the least of their concerns. She motions to Lexi next, "Guess we will go see what this business is about. And now we have friends to die along side us." She chuckles as she begins to move foreward.<br />
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She shifts her form the her Urshul form, a large gray wolf as Flint appears. She yips back at him, ~Chanting down the tunnel, Minotaur maybe~. She motions with her head as she follows the group.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Rachel is surprised when a fucking //dire wolf// emerges from the tunnels to join them. But she's worked with werewolves before, and since Raven (wait, where did Raven go? Oh, she's a wolf now too, just smaller) doesn't seem perturbed, she'll assume for the moment that this is a Gud Wolf.<br />
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As she travels onward though, her steps grow lighter, and after a few moments she pulls her pistol from her holster. "Can you hear that?" She asks quietly to the dire wolf at her side. "It sounds like animals. Maybe a bit like you guys sound, when you wolf-talk to each other?" She glances aside at the dire wolf, not sure if she's making any sort of sense, before looking forward again. "And someone screaming. Burning."<br />
<br />
She glances behind herself and waves the rest of the group to follow her as she continues onward, hunched forward slightly, stealthy and gun out.<br />
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She reaches into a pocket of her flak jacket, procuring something tiny and glassy; dragonfly wings. She pops them in her mouth and chews. To mortal eyes, a part of her flak jacket tugs loose into a drooping scarf down her back to either side of her rucksack, her eyes become heavily shaded, and out of nowhere there are gloves holding blades to the tip of her fingers like claws. To the Changelings among the party, she sprouts dragonfly wings, chitinous retractable claws, and a set of tiny compound eyes above her eyebrows and below her eyes, as well as elsewhere on her body.<br />
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+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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As Rachel heads down the tunnel, Solomon shakes off his attempt to make intelligible meaning of the whispers, and follows. When Flint-the-giant-wolf bounds past him, he definitely doesn't try and get in its way. Instead, he hums to himself, _Riders on the Storm_ for anyone who is close enough to hear it. "Sounds charming. No doubt they're having a barbecue and someone just bit into a burger that was a bit too hot," he mutters. And yet, at the same time, he's practically vibrating with anticipation.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith too, is very surprised at the sudden actual wolves that are around. For her part, she's not worked with wolves before, so there's definitely some -staring- going on from the vampire, though her face remains difficult to make out in the dark with her hood up. All she's got in way of preparation is a heavy looking cane, and she hesitantly joins the group, moving onwards.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Raven thinks the party already started then. She moves ahead of Rachel slightly so her stealthy ass is not noticed. She says to Lexi in the first tongue, ~Well I guess we get to see what the noise is all about.~ She continues forward towards the direction of the screaming Rachel pointed out, keeping her eyes peeled for whatever the fuck they are about to run into.<br />
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+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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The Embodiment of Fenris-Ur begins to glow. Runes of the purest silver light sizzle into his skin. Brands. They clasp around his throat because The Lunes LOVE SACRIFICE! His paws GLEAM with geomatric broken-blades. The Great Wolf's flanks sizzle and smoke with ethereal light seen in The Real. His footsteps leave burning prints that fade almost immediately. PURITY. HONOR. GLORY. The Blood Talon's Purity is such that the terrifying mantle of his ancestor is felt. <br />
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As that Renown and Rank is displayed, Flint takes the front only to stop. Claws dig into the concrete. The large horse-sized head turning to regard the other Uratha, and the one in Dalu (Lexi) will be growled at. Tongue sliding along those large fangs momentarily. Then again to the other Urshul, she is actually leapt at, jaws snapping violently at the air near the head. The Destroyer is straight-forward, not stupid. It is after this then that the Great Wolf eases himself again - drawing inwards, drawing outwards - claws digging into the cement. Essence burning in that soul-furnace, to call on his Gifts as that Primal Urge jerks forward and for a brief second, the savagery is displayed with pulled back lips, flashing fangs, and the Great Wolf momentarily starting to spasm.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Logan continues to follow behind the others, watching as the large wolves leap ahead. The sound of screaming in the distance and the mention of animals draws a faint growl under his breath, but for now he continues to move, quietly behind the others, occasionally glancing back over his shoulder to keep an eye on their rear as they go.<br />
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+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
For everyone around them, Kenny is wreathed in crackling electricity that sparks and jumps as it moves like lighting over and around his form. In his hand he holds a long spear made of crackling lightning as he takes up the rear and looks around, making sure their group isn't jumped from behind.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The tunnel ahead curves, doubling back. The chanting grows. A second voice, more burning hair stink. Screams, shrieks. The snarls and howls beyond the switchback grow to a frenzied pitch. A third. A fourth. Squealing. Searing flesh added to the miasma of fire and burning hair. The howling and snarls half mask the screams.<br />
<br />
The wolves can make it out. Celebration. Sermon. Indoctrination of the new into the old. <br />
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And beyond? A huge snort, a whuffle, and then a *bovine bellow* that shakes the walls and momentarily drowns out the celebration.<br />
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+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Solomon looks up at the screaming and the shrieking. His eyebrows go up and he scents the air. And then..."Ah. That would be O'Leary's Cow, then?" He swallows. "It sounds...larger than I'd imagined. It will be large and on fire." A pause. "Which isn't anything anyone didn't already know, probably. Either way, if you're vulnerable to fire, be wary, and if you're impervious to flame, now would be a good time for that." He sticks close to Rachel, shamelessly hiding behind her and the giant murder wolf.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Oh jeez, big scary giant werewolf is ornery with the other wolves. Rachel frowns at what to her looks like an unecessary distraction given that there's likely danger in front of them already, they hardly need it from their own party. But at Solomon's words she glances towards him, and smiles, "Alright, Doc," and holsters her firearm. She takes a packet of matches out of her pocket, strikes one, blows it out until only embers remain, and finally stubs it out on her tongue.<br />
<br />
Then she draws her firearm again and proceeds onward.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
In the wake of her fire-swallowing, sparks and embers glow ingo light in the air surrounding her, circling here in a glow of sparks.<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Lexi nods to Flint at his show and homer simpson into the shadows, and stays behind. Listening, sniffing, waiting. She stalks forward slowly, letting the others go ahead so she can plan her next moves, see how many there are and the best actions to take next. She's patient, She will wait for the right time to strike.<br />
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+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Heading north along the tunnel, Salvatore seems content to wander alone in the direction of the Verge...or was it that way? All these tunnels look alike to him. Coming to a cross roads in the tunnel system, he seems about ready to look for another path...when the giant roar comes from back the way he came. "Oh. It's awake now." Heading back towards the way he just came, the shadows begin to wrap around him as he disappears from view.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Raven looks back but notices Lexi is gone, probably melded with the shadows now. She looks forward as Flint comes to a stop. She tilts her head in a nod when he speaks and nips at her. She says to him in the first tongue, ~Four Pure it sounds like, guess they will have their hands full.~ Hard to chuckle but she bears her teeth like a grin at him. The excitment getting to her now. She calls upon her essence to make her Purity Renown flare to life.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith can't help but shudder. Fire. She heaves out a big sigh. "Thanks for the ... tip." She says in a soft voice, and then she's also just fading into the shadows, vanishing into nothing to be a bit more wary, and hopefully not be easily seen by fire creatures.<br />
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+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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The Great Wolf shakes and growls, snarling. His strength increases, causing a terrible bulging against the flesh that makes his bones creak. His tendons make awful stretching noises. The claws dig into the concrete, and those paws swiping into the wet...concrete.<br />
<br />
That large head turns to regard the spot where Lexi vanishes, growling. Then to Raven, another growl. At the sound of that bovine call, the large wolf has to clap his jaws together to cease a howling challenge that tries to rip out -- and one paw backs off. <br />
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As others begin to crackle, or burn, or transorm? What is the Rahu to do, but assume these are some umia?! So that crackling spear-wielder has his personal space invaded. Red-glinting eyes staring at it. Then the tunnel. Then back. Then to the ground, where claws swipe against the pools of fetid water and those black lips pull back to reveal fangs at the nearby Raven.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Logan's eyes just sort of widen as this great big wolf thing snarling and hulking comes all the way back through them to invade Kenny's, and thus his personal space given that they're standing together. "Whoah... whoah.. what the hell? We're all on the same team here," he says, putting his hands up and taking a step back toward Kenny. Whatever's going on up ahead, there's a current pressing matter of a growling red-glinting-eye variety that needs addressing.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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There's no threat from behind. Tonight, even the spirits that usually slink, slither, ad scuttle about are gone. It's eerily quiet outside of the fiery salvation beyond the curve in he tunnel. Some of the screams become gurgles, but the shouting, the howling grows louder. The snorts and calls of O'Leary's cow joining the insane in their celebration. <br />
<br />
The light at the tunnel brightens, on of the auspice-shorn stumbling, on fire, falling near the ground to writhe in twisted bliss as the flames on their body start to die down.<br />
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+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Kenny points at the rahu and yells, "Back off or I'll fuck you up. Turn that on your enemy." Unlike Logan the Summer court changeling isn't going to take it and sets his spear to fend off a rush and nods. "Test me doggo, I'll paint the underground with your blood."<br />
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+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Solomon hisses as someone stumbles into the tunnel //on fire// and falls down. Hearing the shout from behind, he snaps, "None of us are spirit hosts. Ask later if you want a summary. Can we focus on the flaming cow-worshiping cult it sounds like is ahead of us?"<br />
<br />
He points at the fiery body.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Yeah, cut that shit out!" Rachel hisses to the others, mostly at the giant fucker of a dire wolf that seems to be directing aggression at the members of the away-team, while they can all hear people screaming getting quieter. Who knows who they're letting suffer and/or die while they waste time?<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Lexi slips passed everyone and passed Flint and goes towards the corner to get a better look at whats waiting for us. She slowly stalks forward and pears around the corner as quietly as she possibly can.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith, too, having faded away, slips past everyone and their argument? that's starting. Confident that she's protected by her invisibilty, she's inching forward, but a person on fire is giving her a definite pause.<br />
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+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Salvatore having returned back to the group, slips past the group quietly with a smirk at whatever the hell that is going on. If nothing else, at least this will be entertaining!<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
You paged (Lexi, Faith, Bedlam) with ‘The pair manage to slink around the corner to peek around the edge of the wall. No one seems to notice, but that's because they're lost in the revelry. The one on the floor? The eyes are gone, but sure to grow back without too much trouble. One of the ten or so painted in blood and blistered by flame moves to drag the fallen Uratha back, shifting to Dalu and hucking them back into the fire's sweet embrace with a war whoop when they starts screaming again. They will live or die. The ten are in a variety of forms - wolf, dire wolf, dalu, one or two in homid. Those choosing to sacrifice their Auspice to join the Pure are the ones burning and screaming while the others cheer them on.<br />
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Beyond, the towering, broad form of the firey minotaur casts sparks and shadow over the gathering, basking in the fires they stoke and feeding on the essence shed.’<br />
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You paged (Lexi, Faith, Bedlam) with ‘the 20ft tall mino https://i.etsystatic.com/19757394/r/il/29a1b3/2828937664/il_fullxfull.2828937664_2uou.jpg’<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Raven looks around for a moment while Flint heads off to Kenny's area. She nods to him and looks over to the others as they yell at Flint. She growls for a second but shifts to her Dalu form to say to them, "We can use the lightning to bottle neck the enemies ahead with water if they charge. Lexi should be scouting ahead to see what's coming. If they do charge I'll break some pipes to make a bottleneck as Flint here suggested." She stays low as the fired one falls down. "What the fuck?"<br />
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+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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The Great Wolf keeps his eyes on the lightning-warrior. To Flint, such a being is umia. No matter if it's on this side, or the other, and those snarls of First Tongue are born with snapping jaws and demanding posture, Lunar Runes burning brightly with the Rahu's growing aggression.<br />
<br />
Then Raven is talking, and the giant horse-sized head turns towards her, then back to Kenny, tongue licking his teeth - as the large creature is careful to claw at the ground where water gathers and then hop up to the taller ground. Dryer. It's at the revelation of that burning zealot that the Destroyer turns his whole attention towards it, and ceases any notion of planning. Another exhale. Another.<br />
<br />
+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Logan just stares at the big wolf in bafflement. "Come on," he says to Kenny while it seems to be distracted and heads toward the corner with the others to go see what's going on. He's not staying at the back anymore. And so he approaches those who have gone to look at what lies beyond. "It sounds like people are dying up there and I don't want to just stand around in this hall playing fet..." which might be ironic coming from the canine Beast. But he's then distracted as someone on FIRE suddenly falls onto the ground.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi quietly turns tail and halls ass back towards the group stopping next to Flint as touches his side as she drops her Shadow Pelt "UUUHHH guys we need to move back and quickly." She says paniced and managing to whisper. She pets his side attempting soothe the Great Wolf. "We need to get back to the surface, there are too many for us. We can speak once its safe." She gestures everyone to follow her back towards the way they came from.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny eyes Flint then shakes his head, following after Logan to see what's ahead. Still crackling with electricity and holding that spear of lightning.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
With Lexi backing off, so too does Faith. Eagerly. The fire has her this close to just abandoning everyone, but instead the Nosferaru just kind of appears beside Lexi. ?I agree,? she says quietly. ?We shoukd retreat. There are a lot of them...?<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Solomon nods to Lexi, but does not immediately flee. Instead, he focuses on the burning form on the floor, staying well out of reach, and concentrates on them. He whispers, in Spanish, "Despite my profession and mien, centipedes give me the creeps. I have nightmares of them, sometimes." And he tries to pull the forms worst fear from its mind before it...dies? Or possibly gets up and starts to dance.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Rachel immediately steps in front of Solomon, not blocking his view of the fiery burning person (much) but certainly blocking their paths to each other. She grasps her pistol in a teacup grip. "Work fast, Sol."<br />
<br />
+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Unseen, the Italian Nosferatu has his phone out and recording quietly from a little section near the wall. He seems content to at least get some of this for research even if nothing else. As first a Lexi and then a Faith seem to appear past the entrance, Sal seems to just smirk to himself before heading towards the doorway himself.<br />
<br />
+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven looks to Lexi and Faith and nods. She stands up and tells the rest of the group, "Whatever they saw is too much for us right now. We need to tell the others of what's down here and come back ready." Raven is almost in physical pain at suggesting a tactical retreat, the urge to kill strong. She swallows it for now and keeps a determined look to the rest of them.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi doesn't wait, she runs full sprint towards the exit, if they make it with her? great! If not? She warned them. She just runs.<br />
<br />
+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
With Lexi's touch, and Raven's urging, there is...an awful sound. The large Great Wolf leaving, back the way he came, though more than once the eyes dip back to see the sight of that burning-man. He'll change later. Above. Somewhere not here.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny was making his way forward with Logan and even as they realize everyone is turning to run. Trying to see what they're running from his electricity lashes out, arching in a bright flash of light before the elemental loses his footing and falls. Cursing loudly as he's sure now it won't matter he uses his spear to help push himself up to his feet once more.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Rachel makes sure Solomon is bailing, but stays with Raven to try to get Kenny and Logan out.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith has delivered her information, and slipping back into the shadows she's not sticking around either. There's a glance behind her as she hears that comotion, but as other seem to assisting she's moving.<br />
<br />
+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven sees the wolves haul ass and nods to herself. She looks back to the rest of the group. She begins to move as well when she hears the splat. She sighs as she looks over and sees Kenny splattered on the ground. "Goddamnit." Without hesitation she rushes towards him and grabs him to throw him over her shoulder. She then says to the rest, "Were bugging out, I suggest you do the same." With that she hauls ass, fireman carrying Kenny with her giant frame.<br />
<br />
+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
When Lexi turns around and tells them that they need to go _now_, Logan catches a glimpse of what lays beyond just in time to see Kenny go down. He reaches out toward him but when he sees that Kenny's already being dragged away, he blinks and shifts into his own canine form and takes off after them as fast as he can run.<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Fear or no fear, it's clear that it's time to vacate the premises. Solomon makes a discontented sound, looking towards the tunnel and its hidden secrets, but as everyone else retreats, so does he.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Rachel keeps pace with Raven and stays at her side, covering her (and the carried Kenny) as they make their retreat.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The fires are becoming almost normal seeming, up top. Sparking off in a steady northward spread through Central. Fights are adding to it. Entire bars turning into scenes from Roadhouse, patrons turning on each other and drawn into the chaos and violence like junkies to drugs.<br />
<br />
The source, the cause of these things is known, but not much is known of what to do about it. The answer, perhaps, lay down here, beneath the streets in the guts of what once was.<br />
<br />
Undercity. The spooky basement where weird noises are and bad things happen. A place where the curtain that separates the realms has been torn apart, and left open. For things to criss-cross from one side tot he other, unfettered.<br />
<br />
+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven is out for a stroll today. She finds herself in the underground, checking out the spooky shit as it were. Not wanting to go alone cause its dangerous, she has brought Lexi with her. Wether by force or her own doing, the two Steelmaw packmates set out into the dark unknown. Raven also avoids the memories of melting if she can.<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
On one hand, a city seething with anger is a pretty good deal for a Lost, even if it's not Solomon's court. On the other - well, the city is where he keeps his stuff. And his job. So even if it's delightfully easy to find a good bar fight these days, here Sol is, dressed in sturdy undercity delving clothes, prepared to try and examine a gateway to some other horrible dimension and hopefully find out something useful without getting mauled, devoured, or possessed.<br />
<br />
At least his arm is working. And he looks remarkably enthusiastic about the being down here. "I'd assume that if pouring some iron and concrete around the thing worked, that would have been tried before," he's muttering quietly to Rachel. "My first instinct would be to try and gather some samples and observations, then attempt some experiments."<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith may have told Brennan some certain words about avoiding angry manifestations of fire and such, but despite that advise she's found her way to snooping around underground after hearing more about it at a recent gathering. She's dressed as she always is, in black, hood keeping her face hidden from easy view, she's come to see what's what.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
When Solomon had mentiond wanting to go down to the Undercity, Rachel was all for it. Provided they take the proper precautions. She's geared up in what could best be described as military surplus store punk. She’s got combat boots, camo fatigue pants, and a flak jacket on over a shirt. There’s a pistol strapped to her hip, and rucksack on her back loaded up with who knows what. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail, and she’s forgone rings and bangles, though her hamsa remains on its cord around her neck.<br />
<br />
And she'd insisted that Solomon buy her another cup of coffee. She'd paid him back for the last one, and she'll pay him back for this one. Later. Provided they survive. And with an unfilled debt yet to be resolved, the Wyrd might help make that more likely.<br />
<br />
Down here, out of sight of the public, she pulls her pistol from it's holster, ejecting the magazine to visually confirm that it's full of bullets. Then she slaps it back into the magwell, and pulls back on the slide, checking for the siny glint of brass in the barrel before letting it slide forward again and returning the pistol to her holster. "I'm with you, Doc," she says to Solomon. "But we don't always get what we want, do we?" She gives him a sparkling grin.<br />
<br />
+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Down here is home. Down here, he doesnt need to pretend. Moving along the tunnels from the south, the steady footfalls of the large Italian at least give some sort of warning that he approaches. Even in the darkness of the tunnels there is sense of oppression that radiates out from him till be begins to hear voices and recent movements through the Underground...Sal seems to grin broadly in a rictus smile before calling out in a deep baritone, "It would appear we have visitors tonight. And no escort? No no, that will never do. Tillo would be beside himself if his guests didnt have a proper host."<br />
<br />
+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi happily tags along when Raven wanted to go investigate all the weird stuff going on. Plus she had mainly just been twiddling her thymbs most of the day and jumped at the thought of possibly fighting or at least putting her 'nose to the ground' type work. She has her hair in a tight, high pony tail, black leather jacket with a black t-shirt, dark denim pants and her combat boots, knives neatly tucked away in all her hiding places. She follows Raven closely as they enter the underground.<br />
<br />
+----+ Ric +-------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Ric is not normally an explorative type person, but finally getting the shop set up and things settled out has him wanting to check out the new connections. That means a scuffed up pair of jeans and tshirt and work boots that can handle a good trudge through god knows what. Weaponry? LOL. A five pound wrench tucked through a tool loop on his jeans is about as much as that covers, while he's hunting down some of the stranger stuff he picked up on a night or two before on four legs.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny arrives, called by Solomon and of course with Logan. As the pair get on the scene he gives a nod to Solomon and then a wave to Rachel. The rest of the group forming gets a polite smile as well as a nod as he says, "Hey there, I'm Kenny, this is Logan." Introducing them both he gives their surroundings a long look. Reaching into his pocket he finds a small package he carries and pulls free a round battery that he places in his mouth, letting the electricity flow into him as he uses it to activate Primal Glory.<br />
<br />
With electricity crackling over his form he spits the battery out into its baggy and slides it away. Tonight he's dressed in a t-shirt with jeans and a comfortable pair of running shoes. "I'm guessing we're expecting some trouble, right?" Looking at his hands, he focuses on that lightning that crawls over his form to cause it to dance and jump between his hands and fingers like chain lighting before he pulls his hands apart to summon a long spear made of lightning.<br />
<br />
+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny had told Logan that they had to go and so here he is, the scruffy counselor in his usual jeans and steel toed boots, a t-shirt and flannel over it. He's got a pair of gloves tucked into his belt and a small maglite flashlight clipped to his belt along with his keys and his phone in his back pocket. He strolls along next to Kenny, looking around slowly as they go, taking everything in. As they approach and he can hear the voices, he gives a nod to those that he recognizes, but for the moment seems to be keeping quiet, just listening to what's going on.<br />
<br />
+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven bumps Lexi's shoulder as they descend before saying, "Just stick close till shit hits the fan, I yell, you stab. Don't be afraid to get the fuck out if neccesary." Lexi probably already knows but wants to reassure her. She notices the small group forming. She sees Rachel and gives a wave to her and her companions. "I guess everyone had the same idea for a walk about tonight?" She gestures to the others she has not met, "Assume your all fellow Accordians."<br />
<br />
She is hit by a smell suddenly and looks around before saying, "Guess the big nasty just came through? No one saw it I guess?" tracking this thing down won't be too hard, how can you miss the big Balrog when your stomping through it's new home.<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Solomon keeps giving Rachel these sidelong looks when he thinks she's not looking, and grinning to himself. It doesn't stop him from noticing the others approaching, and there's a wary sort of nod to everyone. "We wouldn't want Prince Tillo to go spare," he says, dryly--but still with a certain sincerity. He shakes his head to Raven's question. "I haven't seen it myself, although I think some people have."<br />
<br />
Then he pauses, his head cocking to one side. The heat could be ignored, maybe, but there's more than that, and his eyes close. "Anyone...hear something?" he asks, even as he tries to concentrate on it and figure out what, exactly, he's hearing.<br />
<br />
+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"At least one of you has a bit of manners" Salvatore says with a snort as he turns the corner from the area with the Wound and begins to head north. "The way you make it sound, you've never seen horrible monsters before in the past. It's around, I'm sure. It passes through on occasion when it feeds. Or just gets bored. Or decides it wants a joy ride on the wild side. Who knows. Try to be careful down here. Who knows what may happen."<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith can smell smoke, and feel the warmth, and so she's on edge. Her Beast is very much unhappy to be hear, and that sharpens her senses as she's looking down the tunnel to the west. "Chanting?" She says towards the group that seems to have gathered when the prompt from Solomon about hearing things is voiced. "Or growling. Or both."<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Yeah," Rachel agrees with both Solomon and Raven, sniffing the air and frowning slightly. "Something's definitely down here." Then she glances over at Raven and smiles, raising one and curling her fingers at her and her friend. Then to Kenny and Logan, she tilts her chin upward, "Hey guys." And a similar gesture over to the well-dressed Italian, "Sal."<br />
<br />
She looks in the direction everybody seems to be looking, "Well, I guess we're all here looking for answers. No time like the present," she gives the group a sparkly smile, and sets off down the tunnel.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi stops briefly as the smell of smoke reaches her nose as she closes her eyes for a moment, feeling a little warmer than she did a few moments before. She bumps Raven's shoulder in return, "I wouldn't want to leave you, not with that thing roaming done here." She gives her a slight glare but then notices the group forming and waves to everyone. She keeps close to Raven and her hands close to her knives, just in case. She listens to the sounds of foot fall and as another one approaches and she nods in greeting. "Hello guys, what a night for a stroll." She says as she gets to the group.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny reaches for Logan's shoulder and gives it a light squeeze. Smiling back to the others he nods in agreement to the smells and to the sounds not far off. "Like whispers, chanting or something rhythmic." With his spear in the other hand he hefts it lightly and points to the distance.<br />
<br />
+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Logan gives an up-nod of greeting to Rachel and says, "Hey." He can feel the unusual warmth but doesn't quite notice some of the details that the others do. He falls silent to try and hear whatever it is that they're hearing but there's conversation going on around him, so he turns his attention back to the conversation at hand. "Chanting? That's always a good sign." That's never a good sign. For those who can see the sharpness of his teeth, he bares them just a little, canine ears flicking in the direction of the sound that he can only faintly hear now that it's been pointed out. He nods toward Rachel and says, "May as well.. it's what we're here for." He gives Kenny a bump of his shoulder and then nods in that direction, moving to follow.<br />
<br />
+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
There is no such annoyance greater than trying to kickstart the next generation, and being disturbed by -- Something. <br />
<br />
This is the reason for the sudden shape, and the palpable violence radiating off of this horse-sized Destroyer of Things. It starts slow, under the rhythmic chanting, though this comes from the direction of Above: A deep, monstrous growl, as the Great Wolf's lips peel back to reveal a maw of fangs. Eyes that glow red in the dark anytime they find light. Grey fur. Black fur. Tan fur. The Spirits chitter and squeek as they hide: Fenris-Ur. <br />
<br />
Flint's large form moves forward to the group, claws digging into the concrete of the tunnel. Enamel snapping together with a violent promise. Then again, harsher, this time directed -- at the only figure he recognized: Raven. First Tongue. <"NOISE. STINK."> <br />
<br />
The hulking wolf scrapes those long claws down on the concrete, biting the air. Irritated. Excited. Fur starting to rise up on end, and the visible musculature shaking.<br />
<br />
+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven nods to those gathered. After hearing Salvatore she gives him a nod, "Only been down here once for the ooze we fought. Horrible time. If you wish to point in the right direction I'll go." She trusts the mysterious man for now maybe. After hearing the others, "Well chanting will also help find whatever weird shit is down here." If it's like last time, she is sure chanting will be the least of their concerns. She motions to Lexi next, "Guess we will go see what this business is about. And now we have friends to die along side us." She chuckles as she begins to move foreward.<br />
<br />
She shifts her form the her Urshul form, a large gray wolf as Flint appears. She yips back at him, ~Chanting down the tunnel, Minotaur maybe~. She motions with her head as she follows the group.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Rachel is surprised when a fucking //dire wolf// emerges from the tunnels to join them. But she's worked with werewolves before, and since Raven (wait, where did Raven go? Oh, she's a wolf now too, just smaller) doesn't seem perturbed, she'll assume for the moment that this is a Gud Wolf.<br />
<br />
As she travels onward though, her steps grow lighter, and after a few moments she pulls her pistol from her holster. "Can you hear that?" She asks quietly to the dire wolf at her side. "It sounds like animals. Maybe a bit like you guys sound, when you wolf-talk to each other?" She glances aside at the dire wolf, not sure if she's making any sort of sense, before looking forward again. "And someone screaming. Burning."<br />
<br />
She glances behind herself and waves the rest of the group to follow her as she continues onward, hunched forward slightly, stealthy and gun out.<br />
<br />
She reaches into a pocket of her flak jacket, procuring something tiny and glassy; dragonfly wings. She pops them in her mouth and chews. To mortal eyes, a part of her flak jacket tugs loose into a drooping scarf down her back to either side of her rucksack, her eyes become heavily shaded, and out of nowhere there are gloves holding blades to the tip of her fingers like claws. To the Changelings among the party, she sprouts dragonfly wings, chitinous retractable claws, and a set of tiny compound eyes above her eyebrows and below her eyes, as well as elsewhere on her body.<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
As Rachel heads down the tunnel, Solomon shakes off his attempt to make intelligible meaning of the whispers, and follows. When Flint-the-giant-wolf bounds past him, he definitely doesn't try and get in its way. Instead, he hums to himself, _Riders on the Storm_ for anyone who is close enough to hear it. "Sounds charming. No doubt they're having a barbecue and someone just bit into a burger that was a bit too hot," he mutters. And yet, at the same time, he's practically vibrating with anticipation.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith too, is very surprised at the sudden actual wolves that are around. For her part, she's not worked with wolves before, so there's definitely some -staring- going on from the vampire, though her face remains difficult to make out in the dark with her hood up. All she's got in way of preparation is a heavy looking cane, and she hesitantly joins the group, moving onwards.<br />
<br />
+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven thinks the party already started then. She moves ahead of Rachel slightly so her stealthy ass is not noticed. She says to Lexi in the first tongue, ~Well I guess we get to see what the noise is all about.~ She continues forward towards the direction of the screaming Rachel pointed out, keeping her eyes peeled for whatever the fuck they are about to run into.<br />
<br />
+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The Embodiment of Fenris-Ur begins to glow. Runes of the purest silver light sizzle into his skin. Brands. They clasp around his throat because The Lunes LOVE SACRIFICE! His paws GLEAM with geomatric broken-blades. The Great Wolf's flanks sizzle and smoke with ethereal light seen in The Real. His footsteps leave burning prints that fade almost immediately. PURITY. HONOR. GLORY. The Blood Talon's Purity is such that the terrifying mantle of his ancestor is felt. <br />
<br />
As that Renown and Rank is displayed, Flint takes the front only to stop. Claws dig into the concrete. The large horse-sized head turning to regard the other Uratha, and the one in Dalu (Lexi) will be growled at. Tongue sliding along those large fangs momentarily. Then again to the other Urshul, she is actually leapt at, jaws snapping violently at the air near the head. The Destroyer is straight-forward, not stupid. It is after this then that the Great Wolf eases himself again - drawing inwards, drawing outwards - claws digging into the cement. Essence burning in that soul-furnace, to call on his Gifts as that Primal Urge jerks forward and for a brief second, the savagery is displayed with pulled back lips, flashing fangs, and the Great Wolf momentarily starting to spasm.<br />
<br />
+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Logan continues to follow behind the others, watching as the large wolves leap ahead. The sound of screaming in the distance and the mention of animals draws a faint growl under his breath, but for now he continues to move, quietly behind the others, occasionally glancing back over his shoulder to keep an eye on their rear as they go.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
For everyone around them, Kenny is wreathed in crackling electricity that sparks and jumps as it moves like lighting over and around his form. In his hand he holds a long spear made of crackling lightning as he takes up the rear and looks around, making sure their group isn't jumped from behind.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The tunnel ahead curves, doubling back. The chanting grows. A second voice, more burning hair stink. Screams, shrieks. The snarls and howls beyond the switchback grow to a frenzied pitch. A third. A fourth. Squealing. Searing flesh added to the miasma of fire and burning hair. The howling and snarls half mask the screams.<br />
<br />
The wolves can make it out. Celebration. Sermon. Indoctrination of the new into the old. <br />
<br />
And beyond? A huge snort, a whuffle, and then a *bovine bellow* that shakes the walls and momentarily drowns out the celebration.<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Solomon looks up at the screaming and the shrieking. His eyebrows go up and he scents the air. And then..."Ah. That would be O'Leary's Cow, then?" He swallows. "It sounds...larger than I'd imagined. It will be large and on fire." A pause. "Which isn't anything anyone didn't already know, probably. Either way, if you're vulnerable to fire, be wary, and if you're impervious to flame, now would be a good time for that." He sticks close to Rachel, shamelessly hiding behind her and the giant murder wolf.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Oh jeez, big scary giant werewolf is ornery with the other wolves. Rachel frowns at what to her looks like an unecessary distraction given that there's likely danger in front of them already, they hardly need it from their own party. But at Solomon's words she glances towards him, and smiles, "Alright, Doc," and holsters her firearm. She takes a packet of matches out of her pocket, strikes one, blows it out until only embers remain, and finally stubs it out on her tongue.<br />
<br />
Then she draws her firearm again and proceeds onward.<br />
<br />
+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
In the wake of her fire-swallowing, sparks and embers glow ingo light in the air surrounding her, circling here in a glow of sparks.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi nods to Flint at his show and homer simpson into the shadows, and stays behind. Listening, sniffing, waiting. She stalks forward slowly, letting the others go ahead so she can plan her next moves, see how many there are and the best actions to take next. She's patient, She will wait for the right time to strike.<br />
<br />
+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Heading north along the tunnel, Salvatore seems content to wander alone in the direction of the Verge...or was it that way? All these tunnels look alike to him. Coming to a cross roads in the tunnel system, he seems about ready to look for another path...when the giant roar comes from back the way he came. "Oh. It's awake now." Heading back towards the way he just came, the shadows begin to wrap around him as he disappears from view.<br />
<br />
<br />
+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven looks back but notices Lexi is gone, probably melded with the shadows now. She looks forward as Flint comes to a stop. She tilts her head in a nod when he speaks and nips at her. She says to him in the first tongue, ~Four Pure it sounds like, guess they will have their hands full.~ Hard to chuckle but she bears her teeth like a grin at him. The excitment getting to her now. She calls upon her essence to make her Purity Renown flare to life.<br />
<br />
+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith can't help but shudder. Fire. She heaves out a big sigh. "Thanks for the ... tip." She says in a soft voice, and then she's also just fading into the shadows, vanishing into nothing to be a bit more wary, and hopefully not be easily seen by fire creatures.<br />
<br />
+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The Great Wolf shakes and growls, snarling. His strength increases, causing a terrible bulging against the flesh that makes his bones creak. His tendons make awful stretching noises. The claws dig into the concrete, and those paws swiping into the wet...concrete.<br />
<br />
That large head turns to regard the spot where Lexi vanishes, growling. Then to Raven, another growl. At the sound of that bovine call, the large wolf has to clap his jaws together to cease a howling challenge that tries to rip out -- and one paw backs off. <br />
<br />
As others begin to crackle, or burn, or transorm? What is the Rahu to do, but assume these are some umia?! So that crackling spear-wielder has his personal space invaded. Red-glinting eyes staring at it. Then the tunnel. Then back. Then to the ground, where claws swipe against the pools of fetid water and those black lips pull back to reveal fangs at the nearby Raven.<br />
<br />
+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Logan's eyes just sort of widen as this great big wolf thing snarling and hulking comes all the way back through them to invade Kenny's, and thus his personal space given that they're standing together. "Whoah... whoah.. what the hell? We're all on the same team here," he says, putting his hands up and taking a step back toward Kenny. Whatever's going on up ahead, there's a current pressing matter of a growling red-glinting-eye variety that needs addressing.<br />
<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
There's no threat from behind. Tonight, even the spirits that usually slink, slither, ad scuttle about are gone. It's eerily quiet outside of the fiery salvation beyond the curve in he tunnel. Some of the screams become gurgles, but the shouting, the howling grows louder. The snorts and calls of O'Leary's cow joining the insane in their celebration. <br />
<br />
The light at the tunnel brightens, on of the auspice-shorn stumbling, on fire, falling near the ground to writhe in twisted bliss as the flames on their body start to die down.<br />
<br />
+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Kenny points at the rahu and yells, "Back off or I'll fuck you up. Turn that on your enemy." Unlike Logan the Summer court changeling isn't going to take it and sets his spear to fend off a rush and nods. "Test me doggo, I'll paint the underground with your blood."<br />
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+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Solomon hisses as someone stumbles into the tunnel //on fire// and falls down. Hearing the shout from behind, he snaps, "None of us are spirit hosts. Ask later if you want a summary. Can we focus on the flaming cow-worshiping cult it sounds like is ahead of us?"<br />
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He points at the fiery body.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Yeah, cut that shit out!" Rachel hisses to the others, mostly at the giant fucker of a dire wolf that seems to be directing aggression at the members of the away-team, while they can all hear people screaming getting quieter. Who knows who they're letting suffer and/or die while they waste time?<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Lexi slips passed everyone and passed Flint and goes towards the corner to get a better look at whats waiting for us. She slowly stalks forward and pears around the corner as quietly as she possibly can.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith, too, having faded away, slips past everyone and their argument? that's starting. Confident that she's protected by her invisibilty, she's inching forward, but a person on fire is giving her a definite pause.<br />
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+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Salvatore having returned back to the group, slips past the group quietly with a smirk at whatever the hell that is going on. If nothing else, at least this will be entertaining!<br />
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You paged (Lexi, Faith, Bedlam) with ‘The pair manage to slink around the corner to peek around the edge of the wall. No one seems to notice, but that's because they're lost in the revelry. The one on the floor? The eyes are gone, but sure to grow back without too much trouble. One of the ten or so painted in blood and blistered by flame moves to drag the fallen Uratha back, shifting to Dalu and hucking them back into the fire's sweet embrace with a war whoop when they starts screaming again. They will live or die. The ten are in a variety of forms - wolf, dire wolf, dalu, one or two in homid. Those choosing to sacrifice their Auspice to join the Pure are the ones burning and screaming while the others cheer them on.<br />
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Beyond, the towering, broad form of the firey minotaur casts sparks and shadow over the gathering, basking in the fires they stoke and feeding on the essence shed.’<br />
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You paged (Lexi, Faith, Bedlam) with ‘the 20ft tall mino https://i.etsystatic.com/19757394/r/il/29a1b3/2828937664/il_fullxfull.2828937664_2uou.jpg’<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Raven looks around for a moment while Flint heads off to Kenny's area. She nods to him and looks over to the others as they yell at Flint. She growls for a second but shifts to her Dalu form to say to them, "We can use the lightning to bottle neck the enemies ahead with water if they charge. Lexi should be scouting ahead to see what's coming. If they do charge I'll break some pipes to make a bottleneck as Flint here suggested." She stays low as the fired one falls down. "What the fuck?"<br />
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+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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The Great Wolf keeps his eyes on the lightning-warrior. To Flint, such a being is umia. No matter if it's on this side, or the other, and those snarls of First Tongue are born with snapping jaws and demanding posture, Lunar Runes burning brightly with the Rahu's growing aggression.<br />
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Then Raven is talking, and the giant horse-sized head turns towards her, then back to Kenny, tongue licking his teeth - as the large creature is careful to claw at the ground where water gathers and then hop up to the taller ground. Dryer. It's at the revelation of that burning zealot that the Destroyer turns his whole attention towards it, and ceases any notion of planning. Another exhale. Another.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Logan just stares at the big wolf in bafflement. "Come on," he says to Kenny while it seems to be distracted and heads toward the corner with the others to go see what's going on. He's not staying at the back anymore. And so he approaches those who have gone to look at what lies beyond. "It sounds like people are dying up there and I don't want to just stand around in this hall playing fet..." which might be ironic coming from the canine Beast. But he's then distracted as someone on FIRE suddenly falls onto the ground.<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Lexi quietly turns tail and halls ass back towards the group stopping next to Flint as touches his side as she drops her Shadow Pelt "UUUHHH guys we need to move back and quickly." She says paniced and managing to whisper. She pets his side attempting soothe the Great Wolf. "We need to get back to the surface, there are too many for us. We can speak once its safe." She gestures everyone to follow her back towards the way they came from.<br />
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+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Kenny eyes Flint then shakes his head, following after Logan to see what's ahead. Still crackling with electricity and holding that spear of lightning.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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With Lexi backing off, so too does Faith. Eagerly. The fire has her this close to just abandoning everyone, but instead the Nosferaru just kind of appears beside Lexi. ?I agree,? she says quietly. ?We shoukd retreat. There are a lot of them...?<br />
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+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Solomon nods to Lexi, but does not immediately flee. Instead, he focuses on the burning form on the floor, staying well out of reach, and concentrates on them. He whispers, in Spanish, "Despite my profession and mien, centipedes give me the creeps. I have nightmares of them, sometimes." And he tries to pull the forms worst fear from its mind before it...dies? Or possibly gets up and starts to dance.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Rachel immediately steps in front of Solomon, not blocking his view of the fiery burning person (much) but certainly blocking their paths to each other. She grasps her pistol in a teacup grip. "Work fast, Sol."<br />
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+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Unseen, the Italian Nosferatu has his phone out and recording quietly from a little section near the wall. He seems content to at least get some of this for research even if nothing else. As first a Lexi and then a Faith seem to appear past the entrance, Sal seems to just smirk to himself before heading towards the doorway himself.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Raven looks to Lexi and Faith and nods. She stands up and tells the rest of the group, "Whatever they saw is too much for us right now. We need to tell the others of what's down here and come back ready." Raven is almost in physical pain at suggesting a tactical retreat, the urge to kill strong. She swallows it for now and keeps a determined look to the rest of them.<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Lexi doesn't wait, she runs full sprint towards the exit, if they make it with her? great! If not? She warned them. She just runs.<br />
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+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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With Lexi's touch, and Raven's urging, there is...an awful sound. The large Great Wolf leaving, back the way he came, though more than once the eyes dip back to see the sight of that burning-man. He'll change later. Above. Somewhere not here.<br />
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+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Kenny was making his way forward with Logan and even as they realize everyone is turning to run. Trying to see what they're running from his electricity lashes out, arching in a bright flash of light before the elemental loses his footing and falls. Cursing loudly as he's sure now it won't matter he uses his spear to help push himself up to his feet once more.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Rachel makes sure Solomon is bailing, but stays with Raven to try to get Kenny and Logan out.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith has delivered her information, and slipping back into the shadows she's not sticking around either. There's a glance behind her as she hears that comotion, but as other seem to assisting she's moving.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Raven sees the wolves haul ass and nods to herself. She looks back to the rest of the group. She begins to move as well when she hears the splat. She sighs as she looks over and sees Kenny splattered on the ground. "Goddamnit." Without hesitation she rushes towards him and grabs him to throw him over her shoulder. She then says to the rest, "Were bugging out, I suggest you do the same." With that she hauls ass, fireman carrying Kenny with her giant frame.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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When Lexi turns around and tells them that they need to go _now_, Logan catches a glimpse of what lays beyond just in time to see Kenny go down. He reaches out toward him but when he sees that Kenny's already being dragged away, he blinks and shifts into his own canine form and takes off after them as fast as he can run.<br />
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+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Fear or no fear, it's clear that it's time to vacate the premises. Solomon makes a discontented sound, looking towards the tunnel and its hidden secrets, but as everyone else retreats, so does he.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Rachel keeps pace with Raven and stays at her side, covering her (and the carried Kenny) as they make their retreat.</div>ShadowMasterhttp://cityofshadowsmux.com/index.php?title=Logs:Du_Gimak_X_Missus_O%27Leary%27s_Cow&diff=8755Logs:Du Gimak X Missus O'Leary's Cow2022-08-18T15:47:31Z<p>ShadowMaster: </p>
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<div>{{Log<br />
|chars=Lexi,Flint,Solomon,Kenny,Salvatore,Logan,Faith,Rachel,Raven,Lilith<br />
|gamedate=2022.08.14<br />
|location=Undercity<br />
|summary=A group bears witness to a tragedy.<br />
|subtitle=New fire-Touched Beginnings<br />
|categories=Changeling Werewolf Vampire<br />
|log=+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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The fires are becoming almost normal seeming, up top. Sparking off in a steady northward spread through Central. Fights are adding to it. Entire bars turning into scenes from Roadhouse, patrons turning on each other and drawn into the chaos and violence like junkies to drugs.<br />
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The source, the cause of these things is known, but not much is known of what to do about it. The answer, perhaps, lay down here, beneath the streets in the guts of what once was.<br />
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Undercity. The spooky basement where weird noises are and bad things happen. A place where the curtain that separates the realms has been torn apart, and left open. For things to criss-cross from one side tot he other, unfettered.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Raven is out for a stroll today. She finds herself in the underground, checking out the spooky shit as it were. Not wanting to go alone cause its dangerous, she has brought Lexi with her. Wether by force or her own doing, the two Steelmaw packmates set out into the dark unknown. Raven also avoids the memories of melting if she can.<br />
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+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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On one hand, a city seething with anger is a pretty good deal for a Lost, even if it's not Solomon's court. On the other - well, the city is where he keeps his stuff. And his job. So even if it's delightfully easy to find a good bar fight these days, here Sol is, dressed in sturdy undercity delving clothes, prepared to try and examine a gateway to some other horrible dimension and hopefully find out something useful without getting mauled, devoured, or possessed.<br />
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At least his arm is working. And he looks remarkably enthusiastic about the being down here. "I'd assume that if pouring some iron and concrete around the thing worked, that would have been tried before," he's muttering quietly to Rachel. "My first instinct would be to try and gather some samples and observations, then attempt some experiments."<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith may have told Brennan some certain words about avoiding angry manifestations of fire and such, but despite that advise she's found her way to snooping around underground after hearing more about it at a recent gathering. She's dressed as she always is, in black, hood keeping her face hidden from easy view, she's come to see what's what.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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When Solomon had mentiond wanting to go down to the Undercity, Rachel was all for it. Provided they take the proper precautions. She's geared up in what could best be described as military surplus store punk. She’s got combat boots, camo fatigue pants, and a flak jacket on over a shirt. There’s a pistol strapped to her hip, and rucksack on her back loaded up with who knows what. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail, and she’s forgone rings and bangles, though her hamsa remains on its cord around her neck.<br />
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And she'd insisted that Solomon buy her another cup of coffee. She'd paid him back for the last one, and she'll pay him back for this one. Later. Provided they survive. And with an unfilled debt yet to be resolved, the Wyrd might help make that more likely.<br />
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Down here, out of sight of the public, she pulls her pistol from it's holster, ejecting the magazine to visually confirm that it's full of bullets. Then she slaps it back into the magwell, and pulls back on the slide, checking for the siny glint of brass in the barrel before letting it slide forward again and returning the pistol to her holster. "I'm with you, Doc," she says to Solomon. "But we don't always get what we want, do we?" She gives him a sparkling grin.<br />
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+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Down here is home. Down here, he doesnt need to pretend. Moving along the tunnels from the south, the steady footfalls of the large Italian at least give some sort of warning that he approaches. Even in the darkness of the tunnels there is sense of oppression that radiates out from him till be begins to hear voices and recent movements through the Underground...Sal seems to grin broadly in a rictus smile before calling out in a deep baritone, "It would appear we have visitors tonight. And no escort? No no, that will never do. Tillo would be beside himself if his guests didnt have a proper host."<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Lexi happily tags along when Raven wanted to go investigate all the weird stuff going on. Plus she had mainly just been twiddling her thymbs most of the day and jumped at the thought of possibly fighting or at least putting her 'nose to the ground' type work. She has her hair in a tight, high pony tail, black leather jacket with a black t-shirt, dark denim pants and her combat boots, knives neatly tucked away in all her hiding places. She follows Raven closely as they enter the underground.<br />
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+----+ Ric +-------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Ric is not normally an explorative type person, but finally getting the shop set up and things settled out has him wanting to check out the new connections. That means a scuffed up pair of jeans and tshirt and work boots that can handle a good trudge through god knows what. Weaponry? LOL. A five pound wrench tucked through a tool loop on his jeans is about as much as that covers, while he's hunting down some of the stranger stuff he picked up on a night or two before on four legs.<br />
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+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Kenny arrives, called by Solomon and of course with Logan. As the pair get on the scene he gives a nod to Solomon and then a wave to Rachel. The rest of the group forming gets a polite smile as well as a nod as he says, "Hey there, I'm Kenny, this is Logan." Introducing them both he gives their surroundings a long look. Reaching into his pocket he finds a small package he carries and pulls free a round battery that he places in his mouth, letting the electricity flow into him as he uses it to activate Primal Glory.<br />
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With electricity crackling over his form he spits the battery out into its baggy and slides it away. Tonight he's dressed in a t-shirt with jeans and a comfortable pair of running shoes. "I'm guessing we're expecting some trouble, right?" Looking at his hands, he focuses on that lightning that crawls over his form to cause it to dance and jump between his hands and fingers like chain lighting before he pulls his hands apart to summon a long spear made of lightning.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Kenny had told Logan that they had to go and so here he is, the scruffy counselor in his usual jeans and steel toed boots, a t-shirt and flannel over it. He's got a pair of gloves tucked into his belt and a small maglite flashlight clipped to his belt along with his keys and his phone in his back pocket. He strolls along next to Kenny, looking around slowly as they go, taking everything in. As they approach and he can hear the voices, he gives a nod to those that he recognizes, but for the moment seems to be keeping quiet, just listening to what's going on.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Raven bumps Lexi's shoulder as they descend before saying, "Just stick close till shit hits the fan, I yell, you stab. Don't be afraid to get the fuck out if neccesary." Lexi probably already knows but wants to reassure her. She notices the small group forming. She sees Rachel and gives a wave to her and her companions. "I guess everyone had the same idea for a walk about tonight?" She gestures to the others she has not met, "Assume your all fellow Accordians."<br />
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She is hit by a smell suddenly and looks around before saying, "Guess the big nasty just came through? No one saw it I guess?" tracking this thing down won't be too hard, how can you miss the big Balrog when your stomping through it's new home.<br />
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+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Solomon keeps giving Rachel these sidelong looks when he thinks she's not looking, and grinning to himself. It doesn't stop him from noticing the others approaching, and there's a wary sort of nod to everyone. "We wouldn't want Prince Tillo to go spare," he says, dryly--but still with a certain sincerity. He shakes his head to Raven's question. "I haven't seen it myself, although I think some people have."<br />
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Then he pauses, his head cocking to one side. The heat could be ignored, maybe, but there's more than that, and his eyes close. "Anyone...hear something?" he asks, even as he tries to concentrate on it and figure out what, exactly, he's hearing.<br />
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+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"At least one of you has a bit of manners" Salvatore says with a snort as he turns the corner from the area with the Wound and begins to head north. "The way you make it sound, you've never seen horrible monsters before in the past. It's around, I'm sure. It passes through on occasion when it feeds. Or just gets bored. Or decides it wants a joy ride on the wild side. Who knows. Try to be careful down here. Who knows what may happen."<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith can smell smoke, and feel the warmth, and so she's on edge. Her Beast is very much unhappy to be hear, and that sharpens her senses as she's looking down the tunnel to the west. "Chanting?" She says towards the group that seems to have gathered when the prompt from Solomon about hearing things is voiced. "Or growling. Or both."<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Yeah," Rachel agrees with both Solomon and Raven, sniffing the air and frowning slightly. "Something's definitely down here." Then she glances over at Raven and smiles, raising one and curling her fingers at her and her friend. Then to Kenny and Logan, she tilts her chin upward, "Hey guys." And a similar gesture over to the well-dressed Italian, "Sal."<br />
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She looks in the direction everybody seems to be looking, "Well, I guess we're all here looking for answers. No time like the present," she gives the group a sparkly smile, and sets off down the tunnel.<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Lexi stops briefly as the smell of smoke reaches her nose as she closes her eyes for a moment, feeling a little warmer than she did a few moments before. She bumps Raven's shoulder in return, "I wouldn't want to leave you, not with that thing roaming done here." She gives her a slight glare but then notices the group forming and waves to everyone. She keeps close to Raven and her hands close to her knives, just in case. She listens to the sounds of foot fall and as another one approaches and she nods in greeting. "Hello guys, what a night for a stroll." She says as she gets to the group.<br />
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+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Kenny reaches for Logan's shoulder and gives it a light squeeze. Smiling back to the others he nods in agreement to the smells and to the sounds not far off. "Like whispers, chanting or something rhythmic." With his spear in the other hand he hefts it lightly and points to the distance.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Logan gives an up-nod of greeting to Rachel and says, "Hey." He can feel the unusual warmth but doesn't quite notice some of the details that the others do. He falls silent to try and hear whatever it is that they're hearing but there's conversation going on around him, so he turns his attention back to the conversation at hand. "Chanting? That's always a good sign." That's never a good sign. For those who can see the sharpness of his teeth, he bares them just a little, canine ears flicking in the direction of the sound that he can only faintly hear now that it's been pointed out. He nods toward Rachel and says, "May as well.. it's what we're here for." He gives Kenny a bump of his shoulder and then nods in that direction, moving to follow.<br />
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+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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There is no such annoyance greater than trying to kickstart the next generation, and being disturbed by -- Something. <br />
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This is the reason for the sudden shape, and the palpable violence radiating off of this horse-sized Destroyer of Things. It starts slow, under the rhythmic chanting, though this comes from the direction of Above: A deep, monstrous growl, as the Great Wolf's lips peel back to reveal a maw of fangs. Eyes that glow red in the dark anytime they find light. Grey fur. Black fur. Tan fur. The Spirits chitter and squeek as they hide: Fenris-Ur. <br />
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Flint's large form moves forward to the group, claws digging into the concrete of the tunnel. Enamel snapping together with a violent promise. Then again, harsher, this time directed -- at the only figure he recognized: Raven. First Tongue. <"NOISE. STINK."> <br />
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The hulking wolf scrapes those long claws down on the concrete, biting the air. Irritated. Excited. Fur starting to rise up on end, and the visible musculature shaking.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Raven nods to those gathered. After hearing Salvatore she gives him a nod, "Only been down here once for the ooze we fought. Horrible time. If you wish to point in the right direction I'll go." She trusts the mysterious man for now maybe. After hearing the others, "Well chanting will also help find whatever weird shit is down here." If it's like last time, she is sure chanting will be the least of their concerns. She motions to Lexi next, "Guess we will go see what this business is about. And now we have friends to die along side us." She chuckles as she begins to move foreward.<br />
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She shifts her form the her Urshul form, a large gray wolf as Flint appears. She yips back at him, ~Chanting down the tunnel, Minotaur maybe~. She motions with her head as she follows the group.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Rachel is surprised when a fucking //dire wolf// emerges from the tunnels to join them. But she's worked with werewolves before, and since Raven (wait, where did Raven go? Oh, she's a wolf now too, just smaller) doesn't seem perturbed, she'll assume for the moment that this is a Gud Wolf.<br />
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As she travels onward though, her steps grow lighter, and after a few moments she pulls her pistol from her holster. "Can you hear that?" She asks quietly to the dire wolf at her side. "It sounds like animals. Maybe a bit like you guys sound, when you wolf-talk to each other?" She glances aside at the dire wolf, not sure if she's making any sort of sense, before looking forward again. "And someone screaming. Burning."<br />
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She glances behind herself and waves the rest of the group to follow her as she continues onward, hunched forward slightly, stealthy and gun out.<br />
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She reaches into a pocket of her flak jacket, procuring something tiny and glassy; dragonfly wings. She pops them in her mouth and chews. To mortal eyes, a part of her flak jacket tugs loose into a drooping scarf down her back to either side of her rucksack, her eyes become heavily shaded, and out of nowhere there are gloves holding blades to the tip of her fingers like claws. To the Changelings among the party, she sprouts dragonfly wings, chitinous retractable claws, and a set of tiny compound eyes above her eyebrows and below her eyes, as well as elsewhere on her body.<br />
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+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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As Rachel heads down the tunnel, Solomon shakes off his attempt to make intelligible meaning of the whispers, and follows. When Flint-the-giant-wolf bounds past him, he definitely doesn't try and get in its way. Instead, he hums to himself, _Riders on the Storm_ for anyone who is close enough to hear it. "Sounds charming. No doubt they're having a barbecue and someone just bit into a burger that was a bit too hot," he mutters. And yet, at the same time, he's practically vibrating with anticipation.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith too, is very surprised at the sudden actual wolves that are around. For her part, she's not worked with wolves before, so there's definitely some -staring- going on from the vampire, though her face remains difficult to make out in the dark with her hood up. All she's got in way of preparation is a heavy looking cane, and she hesitantly joins the group, moving onwards.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Raven thinks the party already started then. She moves ahead of Rachel slightly so her stealthy ass is not noticed. She says to Lexi in the first tongue, ~Well I guess we get to see what the noise is all about.~ She continues forward towards the direction of the screaming Rachel pointed out, keeping her eyes peeled for whatever the fuck they are about to run into.<br />
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+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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The Embodiment of Fenris-Ur begins to glow. Runes of the purest silver light sizzle into his skin. Brands. They clasp around his throat because The Lunes LOVE SACRIFICE! His paws GLEAM with geomatric broken-blades. The Great Wolf's flanks sizzle and smoke with ethereal light seen in The Real. His footsteps leave burning prints that fade almost immediately. PURITY. HONOR. GLORY. The Blood Talon's Purity is such that the terrifying mantle of his ancestor is felt. <br />
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As that Renown and Rank is displayed, Flint takes the front only to stop. Claws dig into the concrete. The large horse-sized head turning to regard the other Uratha, and the one in Dalu (Lexi) will be growled at. Tongue sliding along those large fangs momentarily. Then again to the other Urshul, she is actually leapt at, jaws snapping violently at the air near the head. The Destroyer is straight-forward, not stupid. It is after this then that the Great Wolf eases himself again - drawing inwards, drawing outwards - claws digging into the cement. Essence burning in that soul-furnace, to call on his Gifts as that Primal Urge jerks forward and for a brief second, the savagery is displayed with pulled back lips, flashing fangs, and the Great Wolf momentarily starting to spasm.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Logan continues to follow behind the others, watching as the large wolves leap ahead. The sound of screaming in the distance and the mention of animals draws a faint growl under his breath, but for now he continues to move, quietly behind the others, occasionally glancing back over his shoulder to keep an eye on their rear as they go.<br />
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+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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For everyone around them, Kenny is wreathed in crackling electricity that sparks and jumps as it moves like lighting over and around his form. In his hand he holds a long spear made of crackling lightning as he takes up the rear and looks around, making sure their group isn't jumped from behind.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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The tunnel ahead curves, doubling back. The chanting grows. A second voice, more burning hair stink. Screams, shrieks. The snarls and howls beyond the switchback grow to a frenzied pitch. A third. A fourth. Squealing. Searing flesh added to the miasma of fire and burning hair. The howling and snarls half mask the screams.<br />
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The wolves can make it out. Celebration. Sermon. Indoctrination of the new into the old. <br />
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And beyond? A huge snort, a whuffle, and then a *bovine bellow* that shakes the walls and momentarily drowns out the celebration.<br />
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+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Solomon looks up at the screaming and the shrieking. His eyebrows go up and he scents the air. And then..."Ah. That would be O'Leary's Cow, then?" He swallows. "It sounds...larger than I'd imagined. It will be large and on fire." A pause. "Which isn't anything anyone didn't already know, probably. Either way, if you're vulnerable to fire, be wary, and if you're impervious to flame, now would be a good time for that." He sticks close to Rachel, shamelessly hiding behind her and the giant murder wolf.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Oh jeez, big scary giant werewolf is ornery with the other wolves. Rachel frowns at what to her looks like an unecessary distraction given that there's likely danger in front of them already, they hardly need it from their own party. But at Solomon's words she glances towards him, and smiles, "Alright, Doc," and holsters her firearm. She takes a packet of matches out of her pocket, strikes one, blows it out until only embers remain, and finally stubs it out on her tongue.<br />
<br />
Then she draws her firearm again and proceeds onward.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
In the wake of her fire-swallowing, sparks and embers glow ingo light in the air surrounding her, circling here in a glow of sparks.<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi nods to Flint at his show and homer simpson into the shadows, and stays behind. Listening, sniffing, waiting. She stalks forward slowly, letting the others go ahead so she can plan her next moves, see how many there are and the best actions to take next. She's patient, She will wait for the right time to strike.<br />
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+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Heading north along the tunnel, Salvatore seems content to wander alone in the direction of the Verge...or was it that way? All these tunnels look alike to him. Coming to a cross roads in the tunnel system, he seems about ready to look for another path...when the giant roar comes from back the way he came. "Oh. It's awake now." Heading back towards the way he just came, the shadows begin to wrap around him as he disappears from view.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven looks back but notices Lexi is gone, probably melded with the shadows now. She looks forward as Flint comes to a stop. She tilts her head in a nod when he speaks and nips at her. She says to him in the first tongue, ~Four Pure it sounds like, guess they will have their hands full.~ Hard to chuckle but she bears her teeth like a grin at him. The excitment getting to her now. She calls upon her essence to make her Purity Renown flare to life.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith can't help but shudder. Fire. She heaves out a big sigh. "Thanks for the ... tip." She says in a soft voice, and then she's also just fading into the shadows, vanishing into nothing to be a bit more wary, and hopefully not be easily seen by fire creatures.<br />
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+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The Great Wolf shakes and growls, snarling. His strength increases, causing a terrible bulging against the flesh that makes his bones creak. His tendons make awful stretching noises. The claws dig into the concrete, and those paws swiping into the wet...concrete.<br />
<br />
That large head turns to regard the spot where Lexi vanishes, growling. Then to Raven, another growl. At the sound of that bovine call, the large wolf has to clap his jaws together to cease a howling challenge that tries to rip out -- and one paw backs off. <br />
<br />
As others begin to crackle, or burn, or transorm? What is the Rahu to do, but assume these are some umia?! So that crackling spear-wielder has his personal space invaded. Red-glinting eyes staring at it. Then the tunnel. Then back. Then to the ground, where claws swipe against the pools of fetid water and those black lips pull back to reveal fangs at the nearby Raven.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Logan's eyes just sort of widen as this great big wolf thing snarling and hulking comes all the way back through them to invade Kenny's, and thus his personal space given that they're standing together. "Whoah... whoah.. what the hell? We're all on the same team here," he says, putting his hands up and taking a step back toward Kenny. Whatever's going on up ahead, there's a current pressing matter of a growling red-glinting-eye variety that needs addressing.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
There's no threat from behind. Tonight, even the spirits that usually slink, slither, ad scuttle about are gone. It's eerily quiet outside of the fiery salvation beyond the curve in he tunnel. Some of the screams become gurgles, but the shouting, the howling grows louder. The snorts and calls of O'Leary's cow joining the insane in their celebration. <br />
<br />
The light at the tunnel brightens, on of the auspice-shorn stumbling, on fire, falling near the ground to writhe in twisted bliss as the flames on their body start to die down.<br />
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+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny points at the rahu and yells, "Back off or I'll fuck you up. Turn that on your enemy." Unlike Logan the Summer court changeling isn't going to take it and sets his spear to fend off a rush and nods. "Test me doggo, I'll paint the underground with your blood."<br />
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+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Solomon hisses as someone stumbles into the tunnel //on fire// and falls down. Hearing the shout from behind, he snaps, "None of us are spirit hosts. Ask later if you want a summary. Can we focus on the flaming cow-worshiping cult it sounds like is ahead of us?"<br />
<br />
He points at the fiery body.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Yeah, cut that shit out!" Rachel hisses to the others, mostly at the giant fucker of a dire wolf that seems to be directing aggression at the members of the away-team, while they can all hear people screaming getting quieter. Who knows who they're letting suffer and/or die while they waste time?<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi slips passed everyone and passed Flint and goes towards the corner to get a better look at whats waiting for us. She slowly stalks forward and pears around the corner as quietly as she possibly can.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith, too, having faded away, slips past everyone and their argument? that's starting. Confident that she's protected by her invisibilty, she's inching forward, but a person on fire is giving her a definite pause.<br />
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+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Salvatore having returned back to the group, slips past the group quietly with a smirk at whatever the hell that is going on. If nothing else, at least this will be entertaining!<br />
<br />
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You paged (Lexi, Faith, Bedlam) with ‘The pair manage to slink around the corner to peek around the edge of the wall. No one seems to notice, but that's because they're lost in the revelry. The one on the floor? The eyes are gone, but sure to grow back without too much trouble. One of the ten or so painted in blood and blistered by flame moves to drag the fallen Uratha back, shifting to Dalu and hucking them back into the fire's sweet embrace with a war whoop when they starts screaming again. They will live or die. The ten are in a variety of forms - wolf, dire wolf, dalu, one or two in homid. Those choosing to sacrifice their Auspice to join the Pure are the ones burning and screaming while the others cheer them on.<br />
<br />
Beyond, the towering, broad form of the firey minotaur casts sparks and shadow over the gathering, basking in the fires they stoke and feeding on the essence shed.’<br />
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You paged (Lexi, Faith, Bedlam) with ‘the 20ft tall mino https://i.etsystatic.com/19757394/r/il/29a1b3/2828937664/il_fullxfull.2828937664_2uou.jpg’<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven looks around for a moment while Flint heads off to Kenny's area. She nods to him and looks over to the others as they yell at Flint. She growls for a second but shifts to her Dalu form to say to them, "We can use the lightning to bottle neck the enemies ahead with water if they charge. Lexi should be scouting ahead to see what's coming. If they do charge I'll break some pipes to make a bottleneck as Flint here suggested." She stays low as the fired one falls down. "What the fuck?"<br />
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+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The Great Wolf keeps his eyes on the lightning-warrior. To Flint, such a being is umia. No matter if it's on this side, or the other, and those snarls of First Tongue are born with snapping jaws and demanding posture, Lunar Runes burning brightly with the Rahu's growing aggression.<br />
<br />
Then Raven is talking, and the giant horse-sized head turns towards her, then back to Kenny, tongue licking his teeth - as the large creature is careful to claw at the ground where water gathers and then hop up to the taller ground. Dryer. It's at the revelation of that burning zealot that the Destroyer turns his whole attention towards it, and ceases any notion of planning. Another exhale. Another.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Logan just stares at the big wolf in bafflement. "Come on," he says to Kenny while it seems to be distracted and heads toward the corner with the others to go see what's going on. He's not staying at the back anymore. And so he approaches those who have gone to look at what lies beyond. "It sounds like people are dying up there and I don't want to just stand around in this hall playing fet..." which might be ironic coming from the canine Beast. But he's then distracted as someone on FIRE suddenly falls onto the ground.<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi quietly turns tail and halls ass back towards the group stopping next to Flint as touches his side as she drops her Shadow Pelt "UUUHHH guys we need to move back and quickly." She says paniced and managing to whisper. She pets his side attempting soothe the Great Wolf. "We need to get back to the surface, there are too many for us. We can speak once its safe." She gestures everyone to follow her back towards the way they came from.<br />
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+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny eyes Flint then shakes his head, following after Logan to see what's ahead. Still crackling with electricity and holding that spear of lightning.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
With Lexi backing off, so too does Faith. Eagerly. The fire has her this close to just abandoning everyone, but instead the Nosferaru just kind of appears beside Lexi. ?I agree,? she says quietly. ?We shoukd retreat. There are a lot of them...?<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Solomon nods to Lexi, but does not immediately flee. Instead, he focuses on the burning form on the floor, staying well out of reach, and concentrates on them. He whispers, in Spanish, "Despite my profession and mien, centipedes give me the creeps. I have nightmares of them, sometimes." And he tries to pull the forms worst fear from its mind before it...dies? Or possibly gets up and starts to dance.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Rachel immediately steps in front of Solomon, not blocking his view of the fiery burning person (much) but certainly blocking their paths to each other. She grasps her pistol in a teacup grip. "Work fast, Sol."<br />
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+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Unseen, the Italian Nosferatu has his phone out and recording quietly from a little section near the wall. He seems content to at least get some of this for research even if nothing else. As first a Lexi and then a Faith seem to appear past the entrance, Sal seems to just smirk to himself before heading towards the doorway himself.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven looks to Lexi and Faith and nods. She stands up and tells the rest of the group, "Whatever they saw is too much for us right now. We need to tell the others of what's down here and come back ready." Raven is almost in physical pain at suggesting a tactical retreat, the urge to kill strong. She swallows it for now and keeps a determined look to the rest of them.<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi doesn't wait, she runs full sprint towards the exit, if they make it with her? great! If not? She warned them. She just runs.<br />
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+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
With Lexi's touch, and Raven's urging, there is...an awful sound. The large Great Wolf leaving, back the way he came, though more than once the eyes dip back to see the sight of that burning-man. He'll change later. Above. Somewhere not here.<br />
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+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny was making his way forward with Logan and even as they realize everyone is turning to run. Trying to see what they're running from his electricity lashes out, arching in a bright flash of light before the elemental loses his footing and falls. Cursing loudly as he's sure now it won't matter he uses his spear to help push himself up to his feet once more.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Rachel makes sure Solomon is bailing, but stays with Raven to try to get Kenny and Logan out.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith has delivered her information, and slipping back into the shadows she's not sticking around either. There's a glance behind her as she hears that comotion, but as other seem to assisting she's moving.<br />
<br />
+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven sees the wolves haul ass and nods to herself. She looks back to the rest of the group. She begins to move as well when she hears the splat. She sighs as she looks over and sees Kenny splattered on the ground. "Goddamnit." Without hesitation she rushes towards him and grabs him to throw him over her shoulder. She then says to the rest, "Were bugging out, I suggest you do the same." With that she hauls ass, fireman carrying Kenny with her giant frame.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
When Lexi turns around and tells them that they need to go _now_, Logan catches a glimpse of what lays beyond just in time to see Kenny go down. He reaches out toward him but when he sees that Kenny's already being dragged away, he blinks and shifts into his own canine form and takes off after them as fast as he can run.<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Fear or no fear, it's clear that it's time to vacate the premises. Solomon makes a discontented sound, looking towards the tunnel and its hidden secrets, but as everyone else retreats, so does he.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Rachel keeps pace with Raven and stays at her side, covering her (and the carried Kenny) as they make their retreat.<br />
}}<br />
+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
The fires are becoming almost normal seeming, up top. Sparking off in a steady northward spread through Central. Fights are adding to it. Entire bars turning into scenes from Roadhouse, patrons turning on each other and drawn into the chaos and violence like junkies to drugs.<br />
<br />
The source, the cause of these things is known, but not much is known of what to do about it. The answer, perhaps, lay down here, beneath the streets in the guts of what once was.<br />
<br />
Undercity. The spooky basement where weird noises are and bad things happen. A place where the curtain that separates the realms has been torn apart, and left open. For things to criss-cross from one side tot he other, unfettered.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven is out for a stroll today. She finds herself in the underground, checking out the spooky shit as it were. Not wanting to go alone cause its dangerous, she has brought Lexi with her. Wether by force or her own doing, the two Steelmaw packmates set out into the dark unknown. Raven also avoids the memories of melting if she can.<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
On one hand, a city seething with anger is a pretty good deal for a Lost, even if it's not Solomon's court. On the other - well, the city is where he keeps his stuff. And his job. So even if it's delightfully easy to find a good bar fight these days, here Sol is, dressed in sturdy undercity delving clothes, prepared to try and examine a gateway to some other horrible dimension and hopefully find out something useful without getting mauled, devoured, or possessed.<br />
<br />
At least his arm is working. And he looks remarkably enthusiastic about the being down here. "I'd assume that if pouring some iron and concrete around the thing worked, that would have been tried before," he's muttering quietly to Rachel. "My first instinct would be to try and gather some samples and observations, then attempt some experiments."<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith may have told Brennan some certain words about avoiding angry manifestations of fire and such, but despite that advise she's found her way to snooping around underground after hearing more about it at a recent gathering. She's dressed as she always is, in black, hood keeping her face hidden from easy view, she's come to see what's what.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
When Solomon had mentiond wanting to go down to the Undercity, Rachel was all for it. Provided they take the proper precautions. She's geared up in what could best be described as military surplus store punk. She’s got combat boots, camo fatigue pants, and a flak jacket on over a shirt. There’s a pistol strapped to her hip, and rucksack on her back loaded up with who knows what. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail, and she’s forgone rings and bangles, though her hamsa remains on its cord around her neck.<br />
<br />
And she'd insisted that Solomon buy her another cup of coffee. She'd paid him back for the last one, and she'll pay him back for this one. Later. Provided they survive. And with an unfilled debt yet to be resolved, the Wyrd might help make that more likely.<br />
<br />
Down here, out of sight of the public, she pulls her pistol from it's holster, ejecting the magazine to visually confirm that it's full of bullets. Then she slaps it back into the magwell, and pulls back on the slide, checking for the siny glint of brass in the barrel before letting it slide forward again and returning the pistol to her holster. "I'm with you, Doc," she says to Solomon. "But we don't always get what we want, do we?" She gives him a sparkling grin.<br />
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+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Down here is home. Down here, he doesnt need to pretend. Moving along the tunnels from the south, the steady footfalls of the large Italian at least give some sort of warning that he approaches. Even in the darkness of the tunnels there is sense of oppression that radiates out from him till be begins to hear voices and recent movements through the Underground...Sal seems to grin broadly in a rictus smile before calling out in a deep baritone, "It would appear we have visitors tonight. And no escort? No no, that will never do. Tillo would be beside himself if his guests didnt have a proper host."<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi happily tags along when Raven wanted to go investigate all the weird stuff going on. Plus she had mainly just been twiddling her thymbs most of the day and jumped at the thought of possibly fighting or at least putting her 'nose to the ground' type work. She has her hair in a tight, high pony tail, black leather jacket with a black t-shirt, dark denim pants and her combat boots, knives neatly tucked away in all her hiding places. She follows Raven closely as they enter the underground.<br />
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+----+ Ric +-------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Ric is not normally an explorative type person, but finally getting the shop set up and things settled out has him wanting to check out the new connections. That means a scuffed up pair of jeans and tshirt and work boots that can handle a good trudge through god knows what. Weaponry? LOL. A five pound wrench tucked through a tool loop on his jeans is about as much as that covers, while he's hunting down some of the stranger stuff he picked up on a night or two before on four legs.<br />
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+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny arrives, called by Solomon and of course with Logan. As the pair get on the scene he gives a nod to Solomon and then a wave to Rachel. The rest of the group forming gets a polite smile as well as a nod as he says, "Hey there, I'm Kenny, this is Logan." Introducing them both he gives their surroundings a long look. Reaching into his pocket he finds a small package he carries and pulls free a round battery that he places in his mouth, letting the electricity flow into him as he uses it to activate Primal Glory.<br />
<br />
With electricity crackling over his form he spits the battery out into its baggy and slides it away. Tonight he's dressed in a t-shirt with jeans and a comfortable pair of running shoes. "I'm guessing we're expecting some trouble, right?" Looking at his hands, he focuses on that lightning that crawls over his form to cause it to dance and jump between his hands and fingers like chain lighting before he pulls his hands apart to summon a long spear made of lightning.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny had told Logan that they had to go and so here he is, the scruffy counselor in his usual jeans and steel toed boots, a t-shirt and flannel over it. He's got a pair of gloves tucked into his belt and a small maglite flashlight clipped to his belt along with his keys and his phone in his back pocket. He strolls along next to Kenny, looking around slowly as they go, taking everything in. As they approach and he can hear the voices, he gives a nod to those that he recognizes, but for the moment seems to be keeping quiet, just listening to what's going on.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven bumps Lexi's shoulder as they descend before saying, "Just stick close till shit hits the fan, I yell, you stab. Don't be afraid to get the fuck out if neccesary." Lexi probably already knows but wants to reassure her. She notices the small group forming. She sees Rachel and gives a wave to her and her companions. "I guess everyone had the same idea for a walk about tonight?" She gestures to the others she has not met, "Assume your all fellow Accordians."<br />
<br />
She is hit by a smell suddenly and looks around before saying, "Guess the big nasty just came through? No one saw it I guess?" tracking this thing down won't be too hard, how can you miss the big Balrog when your stomping through it's new home.<br />
<br />
+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Solomon keeps giving Rachel these sidelong looks when he thinks she's not looking, and grinning to himself. It doesn't stop him from noticing the others approaching, and there's a wary sort of nod to everyone. "We wouldn't want Prince Tillo to go spare," he says, dryly--but still with a certain sincerity. He shakes his head to Raven's question. "I haven't seen it myself, although I think some people have."<br />
<br />
Then he pauses, his head cocking to one side. The heat could be ignored, maybe, but there's more than that, and his eyes close. "Anyone...hear something?" he asks, even as he tries to concentrate on it and figure out what, exactly, he's hearing.<br />
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+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"At least one of you has a bit of manners" Salvatore says with a snort as he turns the corner from the area with the Wound and begins to head north. "The way you make it sound, you've never seen horrible monsters before in the past. It's around, I'm sure. It passes through on occasion when it feeds. Or just gets bored. Or decides it wants a joy ride on the wild side. Who knows. Try to be careful down here. Who knows what may happen."<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith can smell smoke, and feel the warmth, and so she's on edge. Her Beast is very much unhappy to be hear, and that sharpens her senses as she's looking down the tunnel to the west. "Chanting?" She says towards the group that seems to have gathered when the prompt from Solomon about hearing things is voiced. "Or growling. Or both."<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
"Yeah," Rachel agrees with both Solomon and Raven, sniffing the air and frowning slightly. "Something's definitely down here." Then she glances over at Raven and smiles, raising one and curling her fingers at her and her friend. Then to Kenny and Logan, she tilts her chin upward, "Hey guys." And a similar gesture over to the well-dressed Italian, "Sal."<br />
<br />
She looks in the direction everybody seems to be looking, "Well, I guess we're all here looking for answers. No time like the present," she gives the group a sparkly smile, and sets off down the tunnel.<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Lexi stops briefly as the smell of smoke reaches her nose as she closes her eyes for a moment, feeling a little warmer than she did a few moments before. She bumps Raven's shoulder in return, "I wouldn't want to leave you, not with that thing roaming done here." She gives her a slight glare but then notices the group forming and waves to everyone. She keeps close to Raven and her hands close to her knives, just in case. She listens to the sounds of foot fall and as another one approaches and she nods in greeting. "Hello guys, what a night for a stroll." She says as she gets to the group.<br />
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+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Kenny reaches for Logan's shoulder and gives it a light squeeze. Smiling back to the others he nods in agreement to the smells and to the sounds not far off. "Like whispers, chanting or something rhythmic." With his spear in the other hand he hefts it lightly and points to the distance.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Logan gives an up-nod of greeting to Rachel and says, "Hey." He can feel the unusual warmth but doesn't quite notice some of the details that the others do. He falls silent to try and hear whatever it is that they're hearing but there's conversation going on around him, so he turns his attention back to the conversation at hand. "Chanting? That's always a good sign." That's never a good sign. For those who can see the sharpness of his teeth, he bares them just a little, canine ears flicking in the direction of the sound that he can only faintly hear now that it's been pointed out. He nods toward Rachel and says, "May as well.. it's what we're here for." He gives Kenny a bump of his shoulder and then nods in that direction, moving to follow.<br />
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+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
There is no such annoyance greater than trying to kickstart the next generation, and being disturbed by -- Something. <br />
<br />
This is the reason for the sudden shape, and the palpable violence radiating off of this horse-sized Destroyer of Things. It starts slow, under the rhythmic chanting, though this comes from the direction of Above: A deep, monstrous growl, as the Great Wolf's lips peel back to reveal a maw of fangs. Eyes that glow red in the dark anytime they find light. Grey fur. Black fur. Tan fur. The Spirits chitter and squeek as they hide: Fenris-Ur. <br />
<br />
Flint's large form moves forward to the group, claws digging into the concrete of the tunnel. Enamel snapping together with a violent promise. Then again, harsher, this time directed -- at the only figure he recognized: Raven. First Tongue. <"NOISE. STINK."> <br />
<br />
The hulking wolf scrapes those long claws down on the concrete, biting the air. Irritated. Excited. Fur starting to rise up on end, and the visible musculature shaking.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Raven nods to those gathered. After hearing Salvatore she gives him a nod, "Only been down here once for the ooze we fought. Horrible time. If you wish to point in the right direction I'll go." She trusts the mysterious man for now maybe. After hearing the others, "Well chanting will also help find whatever weird shit is down here." If it's like last time, she is sure chanting will be the least of their concerns. She motions to Lexi next, "Guess we will go see what this business is about. And now we have friends to die along side us." She chuckles as she begins to move foreward.<br />
<br />
She shifts her form the her Urshul form, a large gray wolf as Flint appears. She yips back at him, ~Chanting down the tunnel, Minotaur maybe~. She motions with her head as she follows the group.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Rachel is surprised when a fucking //dire wolf// emerges from the tunnels to join them. But she's worked with werewolves before, and since Raven (wait, where did Raven go? Oh, she's a wolf now too, just smaller) doesn't seem perturbed, she'll assume for the moment that this is a Gud Wolf.<br />
<br />
As she travels onward though, her steps grow lighter, and after a few moments she pulls her pistol from her holster. "Can you hear that?" She asks quietly to the dire wolf at her side. "It sounds like animals. Maybe a bit like you guys sound, when you wolf-talk to each other?" She glances aside at the dire wolf, not sure if she's making any sort of sense, before looking forward again. "And someone screaming. Burning."<br />
<br />
She glances behind herself and waves the rest of the group to follow her as she continues onward, hunched forward slightly, stealthy and gun out.<br />
<br />
She reaches into a pocket of her flak jacket, procuring something tiny and glassy; dragonfly wings. She pops them in her mouth and chews. To mortal eyes, a part of her flak jacket tugs loose into a drooping scarf down her back to either side of her rucksack, her eyes become heavily shaded, and out of nowhere there are gloves holding blades to the tip of her fingers like claws. To the Changelings among the party, she sprouts dragonfly wings, chitinous retractable claws, and a set of tiny compound eyes above her eyebrows and below her eyes, as well as elsewhere on her body.<br />
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+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
As Rachel heads down the tunnel, Solomon shakes off his attempt to make intelligible meaning of the whispers, and follows. When Flint-the-giant-wolf bounds past him, he definitely doesn't try and get in its way. Instead, he hums to himself, _Riders on the Storm_ for anyone who is close enough to hear it. "Sounds charming. No doubt they're having a barbecue and someone just bit into a burger that was a bit too hot," he mutters. And yet, at the same time, he's practically vibrating with anticipation.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Faith too, is very surprised at the sudden actual wolves that are around. For her part, she's not worked with wolves before, so there's definitely some -staring- going on from the vampire, though her face remains difficult to make out in the dark with her hood up. All she's got in way of preparation is a heavy looking cane, and she hesitantly joins the group, moving onwards.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Raven thinks the party already started then. She moves ahead of Rachel slightly so her stealthy ass is not noticed. She says to Lexi in the first tongue, ~Well I guess we get to see what the noise is all about.~ She continues forward towards the direction of the screaming Rachel pointed out, keeping her eyes peeled for whatever the fuck they are about to run into.<br />
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+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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The Embodiment of Fenris-Ur begins to glow. Runes of the purest silver light sizzle into his skin. Brands. They clasp around his throat because The Lunes LOVE SACRIFICE! His paws GLEAM with geomatric broken-blades. The Great Wolf's flanks sizzle and smoke with ethereal light seen in The Real. His footsteps leave burning prints that fade almost immediately. PURITY. HONOR. GLORY. The Blood Talon's Purity is such that the terrifying mantle of his ancestor is felt. <br />
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As that Renown and Rank is displayed, Flint takes the front only to stop. Claws dig into the concrete. The large horse-sized head turning to regard the other Uratha, and the one in Dalu (Lexi) will be growled at. Tongue sliding along those large fangs momentarily. Then again to the other Urshul, she is actually leapt at, jaws snapping violently at the air near the head. The Destroyer is straight-forward, not stupid. It is after this then that the Great Wolf eases himself again - drawing inwards, drawing outwards - claws digging into the cement. Essence burning in that soul-furnace, to call on his Gifts as that Primal Urge jerks forward and for a brief second, the savagery is displayed with pulled back lips, flashing fangs, and the Great Wolf momentarily starting to spasm.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Logan continues to follow behind the others, watching as the large wolves leap ahead. The sound of screaming in the distance and the mention of animals draws a faint growl under his breath, but for now he continues to move, quietly behind the others, occasionally glancing back over his shoulder to keep an eye on their rear as they go.<br />
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+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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For everyone around them, Kenny is wreathed in crackling electricity that sparks and jumps as it moves like lighting over and around his form. In his hand he holds a long spear made of crackling lightning as he takes up the rear and looks around, making sure their group isn't jumped from behind.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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The tunnel ahead curves, doubling back. The chanting grows. A second voice, more burning hair stink. Screams, shrieks. The snarls and howls beyond the switchback grow to a frenzied pitch. A third. A fourth. Squealing. Searing flesh added to the miasma of fire and burning hair. The howling and snarls half mask the screams.<br />
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The wolves can make it out. Celebration. Sermon. Indoctrination of the new into the old. <br />
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And beyond? A huge snort, a whuffle, and then a *bovine bellow* that shakes the walls and momentarily drowns out the celebration.<br />
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+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Solomon looks up at the screaming and the shrieking. His eyebrows go up and he scents the air. And then..."Ah. That would be O'Leary's Cow, then?" He swallows. "It sounds...larger than I'd imagined. It will be large and on fire." A pause. "Which isn't anything anyone didn't already know, probably. Either way, if you're vulnerable to fire, be wary, and if you're impervious to flame, now would be a good time for that." He sticks close to Rachel, shamelessly hiding behind her and the giant murder wolf.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Oh jeez, big scary giant werewolf is ornery with the other wolves. Rachel frowns at what to her looks like an unecessary distraction given that there's likely danger in front of them already, they hardly need it from their own party. But at Solomon's words she glances towards him, and smiles, "Alright, Doc," and holsters her firearm. She takes a packet of matches out of her pocket, strikes one, blows it out until only embers remain, and finally stubs it out on her tongue.<br />
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Then she draws her firearm again and proceeds onward.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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In the wake of her fire-swallowing, sparks and embers glow ingo light in the air surrounding her, circling here in a glow of sparks.<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Lexi nods to Flint at his show and homer simpson into the shadows, and stays behind. Listening, sniffing, waiting. She stalks forward slowly, letting the others go ahead so she can plan her next moves, see how many there are and the best actions to take next. She's patient, She will wait for the right time to strike.<br />
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+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Heading north along the tunnel, Salvatore seems content to wander alone in the direction of the Verge...or was it that way? All these tunnels look alike to him. Coming to a cross roads in the tunnel system, he seems about ready to look for another path...when the giant roar comes from back the way he came. "Oh. It's awake now." Heading back towards the way he just came, the shadows begin to wrap around him as he disappears from view.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Raven looks back but notices Lexi is gone, probably melded with the shadows now. She looks forward as Flint comes to a stop. She tilts her head in a nod when he speaks and nips at her. She says to him in the first tongue, ~Four Pure it sounds like, guess they will have their hands full.~ Hard to chuckle but she bears her teeth like a grin at him. The excitment getting to her now. She calls upon her essence to make her Purity Renown flare to life.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith can't help but shudder. Fire. She heaves out a big sigh. "Thanks for the ... tip." She says in a soft voice, and then she's also just fading into the shadows, vanishing into nothing to be a bit more wary, and hopefully not be easily seen by fire creatures.<br />
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+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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The Great Wolf shakes and growls, snarling. His strength increases, causing a terrible bulging against the flesh that makes his bones creak. His tendons make awful stretching noises. The claws dig into the concrete, and those paws swiping into the wet...concrete.<br />
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That large head turns to regard the spot where Lexi vanishes, growling. Then to Raven, another growl. At the sound of that bovine call, the large wolf has to clap his jaws together to cease a howling challenge that tries to rip out -- and one paw backs off. <br />
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As others begin to crackle, or burn, or transorm? What is the Rahu to do, but assume these are some umia?! So that crackling spear-wielder has his personal space invaded. Red-glinting eyes staring at it. Then the tunnel. Then back. Then to the ground, where claws swipe against the pools of fetid water and those black lips pull back to reveal fangs at the nearby Raven.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Logan's eyes just sort of widen as this great big wolf thing snarling and hulking comes all the way back through them to invade Kenny's, and thus his personal space given that they're standing together. "Whoah... whoah.. what the hell? We're all on the same team here," he says, putting his hands up and taking a step back toward Kenny. Whatever's going on up ahead, there's a current pressing matter of a growling red-glinting-eye variety that needs addressing.<br />
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+----+ Lilith +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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There's no threat from behind. Tonight, even the spirits that usually slink, slither, ad scuttle about are gone. It's eerily quiet outside of the fiery salvation beyond the curve in he tunnel. Some of the screams become gurgles, but the shouting, the howling grows louder. The snorts and calls of O'Leary's cow joining the insane in their celebration. <br />
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The light at the tunnel brightens, on of the auspice-shorn stumbling, on fire, falling near the ground to writhe in twisted bliss as the flames on their body start to die down.<br />
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+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Kenny points at the rahu and yells, "Back off or I'll fuck you up. Turn that on your enemy." Unlike Logan the Summer court changeling isn't going to take it and sets his spear to fend off a rush and nods. "Test me doggo, I'll paint the underground with your blood."<br />
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+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Solomon hisses as someone stumbles into the tunnel //on fire// and falls down. Hearing the shout from behind, he snaps, "None of us are spirit hosts. Ask later if you want a summary. Can we focus on the flaming cow-worshiping cult it sounds like is ahead of us?"<br />
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He points at the fiery body.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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"Yeah, cut that shit out!" Rachel hisses to the others, mostly at the giant fucker of a dire wolf that seems to be directing aggression at the members of the away-team, while they can all hear people screaming getting quieter. Who knows who they're letting suffer and/or die while they waste time?<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Lexi slips passed everyone and passed Flint and goes towards the corner to get a better look at whats waiting for us. She slowly stalks forward and pears around the corner as quietly as she possibly can.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith, too, having faded away, slips past everyone and their argument? that's starting. Confident that she's protected by her invisibilty, she's inching forward, but a person on fire is giving her a definite pause.<br />
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+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Salvatore having returned back to the group, slips past the group quietly with a smirk at whatever the hell that is going on. If nothing else, at least this will be entertaining!<br />
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You paged (Lexi, Faith, Bedlam) with ‘The pair manage to slink around the corner to peek around the edge of the wall. No one seems to notice, but that's because they're lost in the revelry. The one on the floor? The eyes are gone, but sure to grow back without too much trouble. One of the ten or so painted in blood and blistered by flame moves to drag the fallen Uratha back, shifting to Dalu and hucking them back into the fire's sweet embrace with a war whoop when they starts screaming again. They will live or die. The ten are in a variety of forms - wolf, dire wolf, dalu, one or two in homid. Those choosing to sacrifice their Auspice to join the Pure are the ones burning and screaming while the others cheer them on.<br />
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Beyond, the towering, broad form of the firey minotaur casts sparks and shadow over the gathering, basking in the fires they stoke and feeding on the essence shed.’<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Raven looks around for a moment while Flint heads off to Kenny's area. She nods to him and looks over to the others as they yell at Flint. She growls for a second but shifts to her Dalu form to say to them, "We can use the lightning to bottle neck the enemies ahead with water if they charge. Lexi should be scouting ahead to see what's coming. If they do charge I'll break some pipes to make a bottleneck as Flint here suggested." She stays low as the fired one falls down. "What the fuck?"<br />
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+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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The Great Wolf keeps his eyes on the lightning-warrior. To Flint, such a being is umia. No matter if it's on this side, or the other, and those snarls of First Tongue are born with snapping jaws and demanding posture, Lunar Runes burning brightly with the Rahu's growing aggression.<br />
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Then Raven is talking, and the giant horse-sized head turns towards her, then back to Kenny, tongue licking his teeth - as the large creature is careful to claw at the ground where water gathers and then hop up to the taller ground. Dryer. It's at the revelation of that burning zealot that the Destroyer turns his whole attention towards it, and ceases any notion of planning. Another exhale. Another.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Logan just stares at the big wolf in bafflement. "Come on," he says to Kenny while it seems to be distracted and heads toward the corner with the others to go see what's going on. He's not staying at the back anymore. And so he approaches those who have gone to look at what lies beyond. "It sounds like people are dying up there and I don't want to just stand around in this hall playing fet..." which might be ironic coming from the canine Beast. But he's then distracted as someone on FIRE suddenly falls onto the ground.<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Lexi quietly turns tail and halls ass back towards the group stopping next to Flint as touches his side as she drops her Shadow Pelt "UUUHHH guys we need to move back and quickly." She says paniced and managing to whisper. She pets his side attempting soothe the Great Wolf. "We need to get back to the surface, there are too many for us. We can speak once its safe." She gestures everyone to follow her back towards the way they came from.<br />
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+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Kenny eyes Flint then shakes his head, following after Logan to see what's ahead. Still crackling with electricity and holding that spear of lightning.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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With Lexi backing off, so too does Faith. Eagerly. The fire has her this close to just abandoning everyone, but instead the Nosferaru just kind of appears beside Lexi. ?I agree,? she says quietly. ?We shoukd retreat. There are a lot of them...?<br />
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+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Solomon nods to Lexi, but does not immediately flee. Instead, he focuses on the burning form on the floor, staying well out of reach, and concentrates on them. He whispers, in Spanish, "Despite my profession and mien, centipedes give me the creeps. I have nightmares of them, sometimes." And he tries to pull the forms worst fear from its mind before it...dies? Or possibly gets up and starts to dance.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Rachel immediately steps in front of Solomon, not blocking his view of the fiery burning person (much) but certainly blocking their paths to each other. She grasps her pistol in a teacup grip. "Work fast, Sol."<br />
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+----+ Salvatore +-------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Unseen, the Italian Nosferatu has his phone out and recording quietly from a little section near the wall. He seems content to at least get some of this for research even if nothing else. As first a Lexi and then a Faith seem to appear past the entrance, Sal seems to just smirk to himself before heading towards the doorway himself.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Raven looks to Lexi and Faith and nods. She stands up and tells the rest of the group, "Whatever they saw is too much for us right now. We need to tell the others of what's down here and come back ready." Raven is almost in physical pain at suggesting a tactical retreat, the urge to kill strong. She swallows it for now and keeps a determined look to the rest of them.<br />
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+----+ Lexi +------------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Lexi doesn't wait, she runs full sprint towards the exit, if they make it with her? great! If not? She warned them. She just runs.<br />
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+----+ Flint +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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With Lexi's touch, and Raven's urging, there is...an awful sound. The large Great Wolf leaving, back the way he came, though more than once the eyes dip back to see the sight of that burning-man. He'll change later. Above. Somewhere not here.<br />
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+----+ Kenny +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Kenny was making his way forward with Logan and even as they realize everyone is turning to run. Trying to see what they're running from his electricity lashes out, arching in a bright flash of light before the elemental loses his footing and falls. Cursing loudly as he's sure now it won't matter he uses his spear to help push himself up to his feet once more.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Rachel makes sure Solomon is bailing, but stays with Raven to try to get Kenny and Logan out.<br />
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+----+ Faith +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Faith has delivered her information, and slipping back into the shadows she's not sticking around either. There's a glance behind her as she hears that comotion, but as other seem to assisting she's moving.<br />
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+----+ Raven +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Raven sees the wolves haul ass and nods to herself. She looks back to the rest of the group. She begins to move as well when she hears the splat. She sighs as she looks over and sees Kenny splattered on the ground. "Goddamnit." Without hesitation she rushes towards him and grabs him to throw him over her shoulder. She then says to the rest, "Were bugging out, I suggest you do the same." With that she hauls ass, fireman carrying Kenny with her giant frame.<br />
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+----+ Logan +-----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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When Lexi turns around and tells them that they need to go _now_, Logan catches a glimpse of what lays beyond just in time to see Kenny go down. He reaches out toward him but when he sees that Kenny's already being dragged away, he blinks and shifts into his own canine form and takes off after them as fast as he can run.<br />
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+----+ Solomon +---------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
<br />
Fear or no fear, it's clear that it's time to vacate the premises. Solomon makes a discontented sound, looking towards the tunnel and its hidden secrets, but as everyone else retreats, so does he.<br />
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+----+ Rachel +----------------------------------------------------------------+<br />
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Rachel keeps pace with Raven and stays at her side, covering her (and the carried Kenny) as they make their retreat.</div>ShadowMaster