Notorious Norman vs Fiery Five
| Notorious Norman vs Fiery Five | |
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"...Five? You okay?" | |
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An explosive rematch between friends gone wrong. |
In the evening hours of the city when decent people have gone home, only those up to no good are still out. The full moon looms ominously in the sky, a few clouds drifting past as if to simply give it a bit more emphasis for its brightness as it glows down with silver light upon Chicago. A man hunts. It's not really a man, in the most technical of senses, though he wears that shape. He wears a green jacket and black BDU pants and laced-up combat boots, and he follows his nose. He's after someone in particular. The wolf remembers her and somehow for some reason really enjoyed encountering here one month ago. Right now he's looking in alleys, fast-walking down the sidewalk and striding with a purpose. In spite of having a place to call home now, Five can't help but live that hobo lifestyle! It's like that stray cat someone takes in that still demands to be let out every evening. And even though she's cleaned up a bit, the wolf is still able to pick up her core scents. It's here and there throughout the city as Norman searches for the mortal, but once he picks up on a strong enough trail, it's quite easy to find her. In an alley this evening is that oddball mortal named Five and she's practicing... parkour? Naturally athetlic but lacking in any real guidance or skill in such a style, it can be kind of comical to watch her. She's got the basic idea of it, jumping from one dumpster to the next, but it's definitely not smooth like any real freerunner would be. Nevertheless, there's a grin on her lips as she enjoys her alone time this particular evening. Ah, there she is. Norm turns into the alley, rubbing the back of his hand across his face as if getting rid of an annoying itch. Oh there's an itch all right, and he's here to scratch it. He shrugs off his jacket and leaves it on the ground behind himself as he strides into the alley. The tank top beneath reveals that he's sweating profusely, muscular form feverish. He's also wearing an enormous pistol in a shoulder holster, but leaves it snapped in and contained just as it is. It's a Desert Eagle, and it's probably always been under there. He breaks into a full-on run, and actually literally executes a wall-run to bring himself bounding up onto the top of the dumpster! Without a word it is ON, and he goes for a charging spear-tackle as if Five has the football and this is the crucial play of the game! <spend> Norman spends 1 (-1 points) of his Essence pool, for Killer Instinct. <spend> Norman spends 1 point of his Willpower pool, for RAWL. +----------------------+ Norman rolls 3 Dice - 8-Again +-----------------------+ Roll: Strength +Brawl +3 -7 Result: Success (1) -- (2 10 6 6) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ La, la, la, deet dee doo... That's probably what's going on in Five's head at the moment. She's in her own little world, minding her own business, just doing her thing! Then there's movement from the corner of her eye. At first she doesn't pay it much attention. But then the figure is coming for her. What?? The mortal lifts her head up just in time to see her werewolf friend coming right for her. There's a surprised yelp as she's suddenly tackled! It's followed by a loud THUD as the pair hit the current dumpster she was jumping on. Something about the Rahu's full moon vibe riles up the mortal's own bit of wildness and it is ON!
+----------------------------+ Five rolls 13 Dice +----------------------------+ Roll: Dexterity +Brawl.Grappling +3 Result: Exceptional Success! (5) -- (1 1 5 10 3 3 2 2 5 10 10 1 8 2 1 8) +------------------------------------------- exceptional success! (public) ----+ +----------------------+ Norman rolls 7 Dice - 8-Again +-----------------------+ Roll: Strength +Brawl Result: Exceptional Success! (7) -- (9 3 2 10 8 1 8 9 5 6 6 8 10 3) +------------------------------------------- exceptional success! (public) ----+ With a sound of dumpster-gong the alley announces the start of the fight. Norm drives Five bodily into the inside of a dumpster, arms around her in a hold that is all about whipping her around. He throws her against the inside of the dumpster as the giant metal object lurches and rocks, his knee finding very poor purchase against bags of disgusting refuse. He doesn't care. The fight is in his blood and he's feeling it! Wrestling him is like wrestling a madman, and he's got some surreal mix of superhuman strength and instinctive skill that seems to be lacking even from normally competent opponents. +----------------------------+ Five rolls 10 Dice +----------------------------+ Roll: Dexterity +Brawl.Grappling Result: Exceptional Success! (5) -- (10 8 2 9 5 8 6 9 5 5 3) +------------------------------------------- exceptional success! (public) ----+ +----------------------+ Norman rolls 7 Dice - 8-Again +-----------------------+ Roll: Strength +Brawl Result: Success (1) -- (3 6 9 6 2 5 6 6) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ There's a few good moments where Five is FIGHTING FOR HER LIFE! Werewolves are crazy and she has no idea what to expect from them! When Norman is able to overpower her completely, the mortal at his mercy, she keeps struggling even as she thinks this is her last few moments of life... Wait, there's no biting or tearing into her flesh. This is... just for fun? As soon as she realizes he's not really trying to HURT her, it's back on! With a wide and wild grin, Five wraps her arms around the much larger man. It's an odd suplex that she manages, arms wrapping around him as she flips him (and herself) out of the dumpster and onto the cold wet cement of the alley floor. +----------------------+ Norman rolls 7 Dice - 8-Again +-----------------------+ Roll: Strength +Brawl Result: Exceptional Success! (6) -- (2 9 9 2 2 9 2 3 10 10 10 3 7) +------------------------------------------- exceptional success! (public) ----+ +----------------------------+ Five rolls 10 Dice +----------------------------+ Roll: Dexterity +Brawl.Grappling Result: Success (2) -- (2 8 1 4 7 7 8 6 6 4) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ Out of the dumpster, onto the alley, Norm his the nasty pavement with a grunt but the fight doesn't even pause. He finds leverage and suddenly sends an elbow into the young woman, going for body-shots since he has her up close like this. They're definitely scrabbling, messy, not much skill at work except for instinct and practice. At least he never drew his gun or changed shape! +----------------------------+ Five rolls 9 Dice +-----------------------------+ Roll: Dexterity +Brawl.Grappling -1 (wounds) Result: Success (4) -- (10 8 7 4 1 6 7 9 10 4 6) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ +----------------------+ Norman rolls 7 Dice - 8-Again +-----------------------+ Roll: Strength +Brawl Result: Success (3) -- (4 10 1 8 3 7 10 2 6 7) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ Ooof! There's an audible groan as Norman slams his elbow into her. Five, for better or for worse (WORSE!) doesn't let up! In spite of her being an odd human, it's still that very human spirit of hers that doesn't allow her to give up easily. Quite literally rolling with the punches, she tumbles with the werewolf as they continue their back alley brawl. Round and round they go until she manages to finally get on top of him, even if only for a few moments. Five SLAMS her knee into his rib cage, pow! The Rahu probably doesn't notice it as first but as they continue to wrestle... does it start to feel warmer around them? +----------------------+ Norman rolls 7 Dice - 8-Again +-----------------------+ Roll: Strength +Brawl Result: Success (2) -- (2 9 9 2 7 7 7 1 3) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ +----------------------------+ Five rolls 9 Dice +-----------------------------+ Roll: Dexterity +Brawl.Grappling -1 (wounds) Result: Success (2) -- (4 5 1 8 2 8 6 5 4) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ +----------------------+ Norman rolls 7 Dice - 8-Again +-----------------------+ Roll: Strength +Brawl Result: Success (2) -- (6 4 8 10 4 2 6 7 1) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ +----------------------------+ Five rolls 9 Dice +-----------------------------+ Roll: Dexterity +Brawl.Grappling -1 (wounds) Result: Success (2) -- (10 4 5 8 2 6 6 3 1 6) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ +----------------------+ Norman rolls 7 Dice - 8-Again +-----------------------+ Roll: Strength +Brawl Result: Success (2) -- (5 4 10 5 9 2 1 1 2) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ +----------------------------+ Five rolls 3 Dice +-----------------------------+ Roll: Dexterity +[Brawl.Grapple] -1 (wounds) Result: Success (1) -- (7 3 10 4) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+
+----------------------------+ Five rolls 2 Dice +-----------------------------+ Roll: 4 -2 (wounds) Result: Failure -- (5 4) +-------------------------------------------------------- failure (public) ----+ It's sure is all fun and games! The two struggle in their WRASSLIN' for a couple of moments. The werewolf is on top, then the mortal is, their brawling continues in good sport... until that last slam of Norman's. The former soldier might get a sense of back when he was overseas in Iraq. That eerie calm before something bad is about to happen. Then. It. Does. It's almost like it's in slow motion. The mortal's body hits the ground underneath the werewolf's furious fists and BOOM! Fire explodes from the mortal's body! Windows burst around them, whatever debris is in their vicinity catch on fire or just simply disintegrate, pure chaos swirls around the pair for a quick moment. Five's eyes roll into the back of her head before she completely falls unconscious, blood coming from her mouth, eyes, and ears as her body goes limp. It's like that scene on the beach at the beginning of Saving Private Ryan when the mortar goes off too close to Captain Miller and he has that dazed moment of the ears ringing. Norm's clothes are a ruin, his hair scorched, skin red and burned. He's left a deep dent in the side of the nearby dumpster as the explosion flung him powerfully into it. Somehow though he stays completely conscious even while his flesh knits together and the bruises are already healing away. The burns will come next. Coughing, he gets on his hands and knees, hacking up a big glob of blood and spitting in a wet splat. Then in a hoarse voice he says, "...Five? You okay?" Five is definitely NOT okay. At least not in the immediate moment. Norman can tell that she /probably/ won't die if she gets to some help soon. The werewolf can find a phone on her! There's no password because why would she? There are surprisingly a lot of numbers in there, the mortal the sort to add every new friend that she comes across. As the Rahu is desperately scrolling, he comes across a familiar name. Faith! Some text messages between them show they're on good terms. Assuming the vampire responds, it should be off to her warehouse for some patching up!
+---------------------+ Surgery - Industrial Warehouse +---------------------+ The surgical suite proper is a larger space, all cold and sterile. The floor is a polished concrete slab, and the room is dominated by the shiny steel surgical table with a lot of overhead lighting. Medical equipment is everywhere, a few bench tops at the sides of the room, cabinets filled with supplies. There's a large double-door refrigerator as well, a large sink and wash station. There's a partition in one corner of the room, behind which is a desk with a personal computer setup upon it, a makeshift office off to the side of the place. Sphere: Vampire +----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ So of course it's way after hours, and Norm called Faith using Five's phone. Poor Faith got a crazed werewolf dude going, "Hello are you a doctor?? Five's kinda hurt where's your sick-bay??" Long story short, he ends up carrying Five in here, she might or might not be coming to or been in and out of consciousness, but he's not looking so great himself. Norm looks like he's burned, but it's...getting better. Quickly. His clothes have been mostly scorched away, though he's still decent. Pants and boots and shoulder holster carrying a giant Desert Eagle pistol, he basically is shirtless though there are ragged remains of it still dangling from his beltline where it was tucked in. Five looks pretty well beat up and also kind of scorched. They smell like burnt hair and garbage. Simon is at the door and ready to receive them, dressed in his purple scrubs, his short dirty blonde hair all done up for a night out that's clearly been cancelled by the call of duty. He hadn't been introduced to Five yet, but Faith had explained what was going on to some degree. He ushers them into the room swiftly, where Faith waits. She's dressed in her surgical scrubs too, ready to work, complete with her sunglasses and even a mask and everything. The mask is for hiding her fangs, naturally. Faith is calm, precise, methodical as soon as the pair are admitted. "Place her on the table," she says simply, wasting no time. "What happened?" To Norm's credit he does what's ordered first and puts Five on the table. Then he says, "We got into it and were fightin' and then she exploded. Like fire everywhere man. Ears still ringin' I'm having trouble hearin you ma'am." He sounds weird and jumpy, all the sounds of an adrenaline overload going on. He randomly glares at Simon and even seems ready to punch the guy for no reason. Faith at least he's respectful to. "Jesus Christ tell me she's gonna be okay, Doc." +----------------------------+ Faith rolls 6 Dice +----------------------------+ Roll: Wits +Medicine Result: Success (1) -- (8 5 4 2 4 4) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ Simon is used to the company of predators of various sorts. Mostly the undead, but a lot of gangsters too. He's usually able to handle it, even if he's a bit weirded out by Faith. But Norm's look of aggression? That's a kind of predatory style he's never experienced before, and even as empowered by the Nosferatu vitae as he is, he can't help but flinch just a little. It's a prey response, happening before he's even aware. Faith notices of course, and glances up from her examination of Five's injuries. "Please do not harm my employees," she notes, her tone hard as she stares at Norm for several beats before returning to Five. "She can just ... explode? Problematic." Faith sets to work, getting what she needs to start truly tending to Five's injuries. Norm begins to physically pace, eyes on Five. He glares at Simon once or twice, checking to see if Simon runs away. Oh PLEASE run. Do it! No he's not gonna do it. Norm looks at Five. He never looks at Faith. "She gonna live Doc? I don't want her to die. She's my friend." His friend that he beats up. +---------------------------+ Faith rolls 15 Dice +----------------------------+ Roll: Intelligence +Medicine.Surgery +3 +3 Result: Success (3) -- (7 7 9 10 1 1 1 6 5 2 3 2 5 1 9 2) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ +---------------------------+ Faith rolls 15 Dice +----------------------------+ Roll: Intelligence +Medicine.Surgery +3 +3 Result: Exceptional Success! (8) -- (1 2 8 9 1 4 4 9 5 2 8 8 9 8 9) +------------------------------------------- exceptional success! (public) ----+ +---------------------------+ Faith rolls 15 Dice +----------------------------+ Roll: Intelligence +Medicine.Surgery +3 +3 Result: Success (1) -- (2 4 1 3 10 4 5 3 3 4 3 1 5 1 2 4) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ +---------------------------+ Faith rolls 15 Dice +----------------------------+ Roll: Intelligence +Medicine.Surgery +3 +3 Result: Success (4) -- (10 6 1 2 8 10 5 4 5 7 7 5 5 1 3 3 10 2) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ +----------------------------+ Faith rolls 8 Dice +----------------------------+ Roll: Resolve +Composure +3 Result: Success (2) -- (7 10 4 7 1 3 5 1 8) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ "I don't know," Faith admits at the question, "And if you don't calm down I will have to ask you to step outside." Faith sets to work, and quite honestly? Injuries of this scale take hours to work on. It's a lot of effort, diagnosis to determine the extent of the damage. Internal injuries that need to be considered, bleeding stopped, broken bones that need setting. Salve for the burns, stitches, and bandages for days. There's quiet talking between Simon and Faith, as he monitors Five's vitals, assists her where two hands just aren't enough, and also knows to watch for signs of the Vampire's hunger rising to get the better of her. He's quiet, utterly deferential to Faith, and yet all too glad when it's over, hours later. Five's a bandaged up mess! But a mess that's going to live to cause trouble again another night. There's still some internal trauma and cracked ribs to be healed, but it seems like Five isn't going to die on Faith's table this evening. It takes awhile, but eventually, those bright green eyes of her flutter open. Immediately she's comforted by two familiar faces nearby. Five still seems a bit out of it though, brows furrowing as she glances between both Norman and Faith. For whatever reason, it's the latter she reaches out to, but her gaze focuses on the werewolf. "... what happened?" she wonders, seeming not to immediately remember her explosion in the alley. Once Five stirs, Norman mananages to look relieved. "We had a rumble and you blew up." says the werewolf, still pacing. He just focuses on Five, a bit like he's hunting her still except well...the hunt is really over. And somehow the end of the hunt culminated with him taking her here to get patched up. "You gonna be okay Five? You gonna make it?" Miraculously (or not really, given what he is) Norman is now in perfect health. His clothes are shredded and scorched, he's still mostly naked from the waist up while wearing that huge pistol in its holster, but he isn't the least bit hurt. Faith is not tired exactly. A vampire doesn't get tired, but the mental exhaustion is still real enough as she cleans up. Simon is dismissed, and very glad to be out of the Nosferatu's presence, even as he's loathe to leave her at the same time. She is busying herself with cleaning up, surgical gloves removed, and eventually her mask as well. "Apparently you explode." She says quietly, definitely not sounding the least bit terrified! She swivels around on her stool though, to consider them both. "Now that she is going to be okay, we should discuss payment for tonight's services." +----------------------------+ Five rolls 6 Dice +-----------------------------+ Roll: Resolve +Composure +1 -1 Result: Success (2) -- (5 9 1 6 7 10 1) +-------------------------------------------------------- success (public) ----+ Although she's not exactly sure why, the news of her exploding digs deep into her core. There's a heavily guilty look that takes over Five's expression, some flash of something terrible appearing in her mind. Something touches her more heavily emotionally than Norman's fists had physically earlier on. She hears something about a payment and the mortal is quick to jump in before Norman can even respond. This is her fault. She should pay. "Add another few weeks... or a another month," she practically pleads with Faith. For Norman, who knows what they're talking about! However, the mortal shoots him a heavily apologetic look, even if she's still more injured than he is. As soon as Faith mentions payment, Norm glares at Five. "Shut the fuck up!" he tells her angrily. Yes this is definitely NOT normal sweet, polite Norm. This is angry, on-edge Norm. He grabs a coin out of his pocket and slaps it hard down on the surgical table. It makes a harsh metallic noise as it lands, hitting like a gavel. "You lost. Again." He points at Five with a glare and then turns to leave. "Get better." Growl snarl growl. Faith considers Five at length, staring at her. "When someone else is the cause of your problems, Ms. Five, you don't need to be the one paying for them. But ..." she trails off when Norm interjects. It's a swift move with a pale hand that claims that coin after it's slammed down. That will do nicely indeed. "Very good." She stares at Five afterwards though, from behind those dark shades of hers. "Be careful, in the future. Fighting with werewolves is a risky business." A sidelong glance at Norm, as always it's hard to tell what the composed Haunt might be thinking. Even as both of the supernatural tell her she wasn't the cause for the incident, Five's expression gives away that she still feels guilty for what happened. Even if she quiets and accepts Norman's payment of coin, something doesn't sit quite right with the mortal. Still, she settles down enough to at least continue resting on the table. And unless someone moves her, she sends out a quick text before settling on the table. Eyes slowly flutter to a close before the mortal falls into a restful slumber. Well, restful at first. Anyone observing her over the night would probably recognize the signs of nightmares! | |