Scene: Industrial Section of the City

Present: Cole, Alicia, and Olga

It is a nice night in St. Claire, quiet, as the three of you head through the city on your various routes, taking care of your business. The stillness of the night is quickly ended, though, as a loud scream pierces the night. Pain and fear color the scream, which sounds like it came from someone young and female.

It doesn't sound too far from each of your locations.

Brian Cole is shaken from whatever reverie he found himself in this evening by the sound of the scream. He's on the move the moment he figures out which direction the sound came from, moving at a fast clip.

"Matt, gotta go." Click. Alicia stuffs the cell phone back into her pocket and frowns at the scream in the air, then starts on her way into the same direction, picking up into a quick jog.

Olga looks up from her styrofoam cup, empty except for the couple pennies and dimes Olga's dumped in there herself; she squints against the darkness of the night, trying to catch sight of the source of the sound, and looking at who's about, how full the streets are. Slowly, with affected, weary heaviness, she braces against the wall she's half-hidden in and pulls herself to her feet, as if the effort takes her more energy than she'd allotted for the evening and she's already got to borrow. She drags her bag after her a couple feet and tucks her cup in her pocket; her pace is quick but it's still definitely a walk, she keeps her free hand in a dirty pocket and her face pointed down, though her eyes glance this warily this way and that.

The source of the scream is not hard to find, as the three of you hone in on it. Alicia arrives first, noticing that just inside a darkened alleyway, a young woman lies on the ground, struggling to drag herself to the street. Her lower abdominal area has ruptured, and she drags parts of her intestines behind her, leaving a trail of blood and fluid behind her. Olga and Cole arrive as well, coming from different directions. The girl manages to lift her head as you get near, a look of hope touching tear-stained eyes, which are partially obscured behind her long brown hair. "Please...", is all she can say before her head drops to the ground. Her eyes remain open, though, and her chest continues to move with the effort of her breathing. The trail of blood she left leads down the alley, though the trail is eventually obscured by the darkness of the alley.

From afar, to the room, Brian Cole will wait for Ali to go before posing. :)

"Dear Gaia." Alicia murmurs as she strides forward into the alley, reaching into her jacket and slipping out her Glock. Sliding the safety off, she slowly lowers herself down to the girl, softly whispering. "Close your eyes child, this won't hurt a bit.. I'm an angel of sorts." She murmurs, touching the wound and concentrating as her fingertips glow slightly as she begins to attempt to mend the wound. Her other hand keeps her gun at the ready, pointed down the dark alley.

From afar, Alicia is giving her enough so that she is sedated from the pain so she can die in peace.

Long distance to Alicia: Tu nods.

Brian Cole arrives, his eyes bugging when he sees the extent of the wound the woman has sustained. "Oh, mother of Gaia." He's quick to identify the person kneeling over her as friend, rather than foe, and makes his way toward the pair. "Ali, it's Robert, coming to help."

Olga arrives a handful of seconds later and is not so quick, in the darkness of the alley, to make any identifications; she hangs at the alley mouth as she watches the pantomime of dark figures, and she glances sharply up and down the street before slinking in, slowly, hoping to not really be noticed.

The girl appears to be in her late teens, early twenties. At Alicia's touch, her breathing becomes more measured, less labored. Her eyes flutter, though don't appear to focus on anything in particular. "Have to get...I'm sorry. I didn't know," she says as much to herself as to the three of you, then she falls silent once more.

"Bobby, blood trail leads down the alley." Alicia says as she rises up after brushing her fingers along the girl's cheek. Glancing over her shoulder at the Fianna, she takes in a deep breath and starts down the passage.

From afar, Alicia activates Resist Pain.

You paged Olga with 'The girl is just inside the alley from the street. Let me know if you head very deep down the alley.'.

Long distance to Alicia: Tu nods. Lunas Armor too? I checked the scan.

Brian Cole kneels down for a moment, brushing his hand over the girl's face. "Right behind you," he murmurs. And he's so busy concentrating on the Child of Gaia elder that he misses the Bone Gnawer elder approaching from behind. He stands up and starts to move after Alicia.

Olga doesn't seem in any hurry to draw attention to herself, perhaps merely out of habit; she stays near the mouth of the alley, creeping in by inches, face still pointed down though her eyes stretch out from her like groping fingers to make sure no one's behind, no one's hiding. She doesn't move far from the mouth of the alley, approaching the girl but not getting too close, so that hopefully she can look at her but not scare her. She relaxes, a little, when Alicia and Cole leave her, when she hears their voices, but still she displays no certain recognition.

You paged Olga with 'She looks pretty much like she should be dead, but just doesn't know it yet. You're pretty sure she won't last too much longer.'.

Alicia and Brian follow the blood, and bits of flesh, deeper into the alleyway. The 'trail' leads to a door of a non-descript warehouse, the door partly ajar allowing a red glow within to fall on the ground in a sharp red line. Techno music, somewhat muted, seeps out the doorway and echoes off the alleyway walls.

There are no signs or numbers identifying the adress or purpose of the place.

Alicia pages: The wound, what did it look like, supernatural marks or..?

Olga pages: How aware is she?

You paged Olga with 'She seems pretty out of it.'.

You paged Alicia with 'Hard to say with all of the blood, unless you want to look closer. You didn't see anything like rip marks or knife marks - It looks like parts of her merely melted away.'.

From afar, Olga nods, okay, thanks.

From afar, Alicia nods. "Alrightie. :)

Alicia advances to the door slowly and reaches out with her foot, looking to nudge it open a bit more widely as she stays her breath carefully. Holding the gun at the ready, she narrows her eyes and tries to peek inside. Brian Cole follows behind Alicia, glancing back on his way toward the young woman. There's a compassionate set to his features, one that changes to revulsion a moment later. His eyes flick over, and he spots the figure at the mouth of the alley. He gives a tense nod, recognizing the hunched figure.

You paged Alicia with 'The door opens into a hallway, which seems painted black. You can't see anything or anyone from this perspective.'.

Olga bends down, arms raised to the girl as if somehow to help, to patch her somehow, even to make her feel better; but they just remain helplessly outstretched as she kneels down beside her, eyes darting about, uselessly tracing the hole where her stomach used to be. Her knees thud against the pavement, she glances quickly, fiercely, up and down the alley, to see at the far end Alicia and Cole at the door, and at the mouth just empty city space. Her teeth clench down hard at the uselessness of it all, her head shakes slightly, and forcing her mouth open she mumbles platitudes, not knowing what else to say. "S'okay, honey," she says, reaching out. "It's gonna be alright."

Towards the front of the alleyway, the girl's breathing grows shallows, then quickens. If she hears Olga, or is aware of her situation, she gives no indication of it. A final inhalation, then the air simply slowly escapes from her. Her chest movements cease. Her eyes remain open, though unseeing.

Inside the building, the music continues.

Nudging the door open wider, Alicia slides herself up against it to support the weight, pointing the gun out into the darkness, right to left, almost in a millitary like protocol. Slowly she begins to make her way inside, sniffing the air a bit as she motions with her head to Cole.

From afar, Alicia activates Luna's Armor. Able to soak silver, fire and agg damage normally.

Long distance to Alicia: Tu nods.

Brian Cole moves forward, meeting up with Alicia. Answering a silent question, he pulls the necklace he always wears from beneath the band of his shirt. He speaks in a whisper, just in case. "This can light up, but it's not much better than a lantern. Ten feet or so."

Olga remains with the body, her teeth siezing, her hands finally reaching out for the girl though there's nothing to be done, she's dead and Olga's left holding her. Her fists curl around the fabric of her shirt as if she's not willing to let go of her yet, as if she's still thinking of saving her somehow, though all she does is stare into her now blank eyes. The Theurge's face is very still; for a couple seconds at least there doesn't even seem to be any remorse in it.

From afar, Olga doesn't know if you're keeping track of Willpower expenditures, but if so, that's one, to prevent frenzy.

Long distance to Olga: Tu nods. Okay.

Alicia and Brian leave Olga behind in the alleyway, and head into the building. The corridor on the other side of the door is dark, the walls, floors, and ceilings painted with a thick black paint which seems more caked on, than painted on. Light fixtures are rare, and the few you see glow with a sickly red light, intensifying the blackness of the room, and giving those around you an unhealthy pallor.The blood trail you followed seems black, under the red glow of the lights, and heads up the hallway. The loud throbbing of techno music seems to ooze from everywhere, the base of whatever song is playing easily overpowering all the subtler parts of the melody.

A coppery mix of sex, sweat, and blood hangs thick and heavy in the air. There is a door at the end of the corridor, flanked by two others leading east and west. The east one is open, and it's easy to see that the blood trail heads in that direction.

Brian Cole takes the lead at this point, following the glistening trail of blood through the room. He moves with consideration given to stealth, toward the door that hangs open.

Alicia nods her head as she steps to the side to let Cole take the lead, then follows after him, gun at the ready.

Olga doesn't know what to do; the girl is dead but she is bound by sentiment not to just leave her there. The tightness of her grip shows how eager she is for something on which to vent her frustration and guilt, but instead she just smooths out the girl's hair with hands that are now stained slightly with blood, closes her eyes, and lets her drop to the dirty alley floor. Her boots slap hard against the asphalt as she moves towards the door and the others.

You paged the room with 'Before you get to the open doorway, you'll notice the closed door at the end of the hallway is in the process of being open. If you want to rush in, or prepare in some way, pose it. You both easily have the jump on whoever it is.'.

Alicia pages to the room: Cole's pose?

Long distance to the room: Tu thinks so.

From afar, to the room, Alicia hm.

You paged the room with 'Why don't you go ahead, Alicia.'.

Glancing over slowly to the door opening, Alicia shifts her gun towards it and steps to one side so that she can have an easy ambush if necessary. She stays quiet, crouching just a bit.

Olga pages to the room: Shall I?

Long distance to the room: Tu nods.

The only sign the Garou inside could have of Olga is the sharp report of her boots as she moves towards the other end of the alleyway. When she reaches the door she stops, one hand against the cold brick, staring hawklike at the alley's mouth before going inside. She no longer holds her head down, she's no longer trying to escape notice.

Olga pages to the room: Just to make sure, the alley's a dead end, not a throughfare, right?

You paged the room with 'Correct.'.

As the pair nears the end of the corridor, the closed door at the end slowly opens. A man stands there, easily two-hundred and fifty pounds. Sweat pours down his face and stains his shirt, and the man seems to struggle with merely standing. A gun rests uneasily in his hands, though isn't pointed at anyone. His eyes widen at Alicia's gun, and widen further as he notices Olga now standing at the door. He shuffles, trying to head back into the room he came out of so he can re-close the door.

Brian Cole pages to the room: I'm so sorry about that.

You paged the room with 'No worries.'.

From afar, to the room, Brian Cole will catch up.

"Ssst. Stop where you are big boy, or I'll blow a hole in your head, come out here, nice and easy." Alicia says with a harsh whisper, keeping her gun hand steady and tight as she slowly moves.

Brian Cole takes a quick stock of the situation. He nods to a silent question. "Sure." He moves to the door that remains unopened, and peers through it. He trusts Alicia to keep the gun-wielding man busy.

Olga remains at the doorway, not crowding the hallway behind, glancing in despite herself before turning her eyes again to the alley behind her, looking down its squalid length, eyes finding the girl's dimly lit body before shaking that off, and staring out into the street beyond.

You paged Alicia with 'The guy is going to close the door. You shooting?'.

Alicia pages: Nope. ;)

Cole opens the remaining door, revealing a room which contains two large beds. The beds are modest affairs, strong steel frames, and a simple mattress with no bedding or pillows. There is a couple on each bed. At the same time the sweaty man, in sharp defiance of Alicia, steps back into the room and slams the door shut. A lock can be heard being turned. Alicia can peer into the room the blood trail leads into, but can only see what appears to be a large wooden wall just on the other side of the door.

Long distance to the room: Tu has a map at henrylewis.org/images/map.gif if you want the whole layout.

I had written down the descs of each room, as well as a rough outline of the poses I inteded to give, and realized that /I/ was confused by the layout - or at least, was having a hard time explaining it well. So I made the map.

"OK, weirded out, completely now." Alicia says as she fires off a quick glare at the man who steps back, then starts for the room with the couple in it. With a loud growl, she barks out loud. "Get up, /now/."

Olga pages to the room: Oh, neato, thanks Tu. Where's the alley on this?

From afar, to the room, Brian Cole whoos.

Brian Cole lets out a snort. "Coitus interruptus is rude, 'Li," he mutters, peering at the couples on the bed. He's surprisingly relaxed, given the conditions.

You paged the room with 'At the bottom of the hallway with the three doors.'.

Olga pages to the room: Okay, gotcha, thanks.

Olga remains at the doorway, looking out but listening in. The way she mixes disregard and intent curiosity, one might almost think she's spying, still trying to avoid looking part of this. Though she tries to keep them locked on the street beyond the dark alley, her eyes keep slipping towards the body.

On top of the nearest bed, a man and a woman are engaged in passionate intercourse, both moaning and moving in breathless spurts. In harmony with their efforts, a rhythmic sound of metal against metal draws your attention to the fact that they are both chained to the bed, not that they seem to mind.

Alicia notices that the two people seem almost in a trance, as they thrust and gyrate against one another. Both of their wrists have been worn raw by the handcuffs, dried flecks of flesh and blood spotting the metal and the mattress underneath. The legs of both of them are raw as well, probably from prolonged rubbing against one another.

She notices, as well, two small cameras in the ceiling set up to record each bed. The cameras are against the far wall, facing towards the wall you are nearest too. It's quite possible that Alicia is within at least of their ranges of view.

The body of the girl remains in the alleyway, still.

There was a second couple on the bed who I pallned to look like the 'Sloth' victim from the move Seven, but they never went far enough into the room to really notice - though would have found them off camera after the whole thing.

Taking in a deep breath, Alicia nearly bottles over in rage as she clamps back on the beast in her throat. Wordlessly, she glances over to Cole for a moment, then to Olga. She taps her fingers to her eyes, then motions to the cameras, then slips out of sight of the doorway.

Brian Cole's features screw up in revulsion when he notices the various wounds being incurred on the people there. "Let's get out of here." He follows Alicia from the doorway. "You going to destroy those cameras, or we going after the big man?"

Olga, hanging back at the doorway, sees nothing except eye-tapping, though Cole's question is informative, and sets her more on-guard. Her back hunches up, she glances uncertainly over her shoulder; her teeth are pressed hard against each other, nervously, but she speaks no words and doesn't move, still keeping up her post as watchdog.

"Cameras are trained on the beds and if they caught me, then they already know we're here. One door leads to big sweaty man, the other has the bloody trail. Splitting up is not an option." Alicia says with a motion of her head, then starts for the wooden door where the trail leads. "Come on, you still want first in?"

Brian Cole smirks, showing a confident expression he doesn't really feel. "Always, babe." He moves towards the doors, picking his steps as if the tiles could be boobytrapped at any moment. He pauses right before the door. "Ready?"

Olga's eyes are out on the street, her ears inside the building. She braces at that "Ready?" though she's not really sure for what, and takes a wary glance back inside.

Alicia gives the nod to Cole as she holds the gun up once more, steady and ready as her eyes narrow tightly. "Lets do this."

You paged the room with 'You follow the blood, right?'.

Brian Cole pages to the room: Yep!

Alicia pages to the room: Yup.

Olga sees first Cole, then Alicia disappear through the doorway. Cautiously, Cole leads Alicia around the wall, towards the center, but he stops as he sees yet more people. There are three wooden structures in this room, which are about twenty feet long, and run from the floor to the ceiling. The 'wall' is really the back of one of three structures which face the center of the room.

There is a man, and two women shackled here. All are naked, and the man is obviously aroused by his situation. While not able to touch one another, the three of them writhe as much as possible in their restraints, eyes closed in bliss, as they hump the air in a desperate, lustful display.

You paged Cole with 'You are overtaken by an urge akin to the metis thrall. It is a frenzy of sexual violence. Humiliation, power, control, ect over the target you chose. It's not about sex as much as it is about violence through sex. You can pick any target you like, though you need to shift. You can spend a WP to avoid this, but you still feel the urges, and should reflect it in your poses.'.

The 'effect' was meant as an test of the player and the caharacter. They could avoid the effect, or let it happen, and also chose who the target was and what they did. The humans were fair game. It was a function of Rage and Will power (I made random rage rolls with the target number = 6 + (WP - rage). Olga didn't get a roll, as she never got close enough.

Brian Cole's eyes widen, and despite himself, his face burns with heat. "Fuck. This is serious fucked up." He glances around, trying to follow any further signs of the blood trail. Alicia pages to the room: So there is three people hanging from the wall?

You paged the room with 'The three ovals on the map are people, and they are hanging from the shackles. There are enough shackles for nine people. You can see far enough to figure the blood trail led from one of structures.'.

From afar, to the room, Brian Cole amends the pose to add something on.

Brian Cole falls silent a moment later, his eyes falling on one of the bound females. A nervous tic seems to spontaneously develop in the Galliard's jaw, and a fine trembling overtakes him. The look on his face is distinctly....unwholesome.

Long distance to Brian Cole: Tu pages Cole by mistake. Sorry.

"Chill out Bobby." Alicia says as she glances over to Cole, reaching out to tap him gently on the shoulder. "You look like you're about to leap out of your skin, I've seen worse shit than this during my cub days. We'll figure it out and finish this soon enough."

Olga creeps inside now that the hallway's emptied, but only by inches. She keeps her focus on the alleyway, though her new, more vulnerable position, without the other two Garou at her back, makes her glances behind quicker, more uncertain. She still hasn't reached any of the doors. Her footfalls are as quiet as she can make them, in her loose, hard-soled shoes.

Brian Cole pages: Spending a WP. :)

Long distance to Brian Cole: Tu figured.

You paged the room with 'Do you two head further in?'.

Now that she's further inside, Olga can pick up some the sounds which were muted by the music as she stood by the door. Movement, metal, gasps, and whispers come from both doors, though there is only silence behind the door that protects the man with the gun.

From afar, to the room, Brian Cole does. Will pose it?

Long distance to the room: Tu nods.

Brian Cole looks as if he's about to leap out of his skin, indeed, when Alicia taps him. The flush turns an ugly, mottled red color. "Stuff it," he snaps, eyes turning back to the woman on the wall. He shakes his head, as if a bug is flying around it, and moves further into the room, following the trail wherever it may lead. Funnily enough, this takes him close to the three 'victims'.

"I'll pretend you didn't say that, pending circumstances." Alicia says with a snort as she follows after him, shifting her gun from left to right, murmuring. "Geez, Olga is slow poking. Ya'know, I realized Megan really never did this kind of search and destroy shit when she was Alpha." When they moves further into the room, the pair notices nothing that could have caused the girls injuries. The three people here suffer from raw flesh on their wrists, but seem otherwise unharmed, though clearly in some sort of trance.

Alicia's sharp eye spies a doorway partially hidden by the northern most structure. It is painted black, like the rest of the place, and blends in with the wall.

You paged Alicia with 'You are overtaken by an urge akin to the metis thrall. It is a frenzy of sexual violence. Humiliation, power, control, ect over the target you chose. It's not about sex as much as it is about violence through sex. You can pick any target you like, though you need to shift. You can spend a WP to avoid this, but you still feel the urges, and should reflect it in your poses.'.

Alicia pages: Well, Cole always was a ladies man!

Alicia pages: Do I go crinos or..?

Long distance to Alicia: Tu nods, If you don't spend the WP.

Alicia pages: Well, I'm under assumption this is a caught off guard sort of mental attack and Ali isn't trained in that.

You paged Alicia with 'It's a general effect, not an attack. Based off of Rage and Willpower.'.

Alicia pages: Ah. :)

Olga goes just far enough in to be able to take a quick peek in through the doors, though once she stands there, she's momentarily transfixed. Her lips curl uglily, she looks like she doesn't know whether she wants to laugh or vomit at the sweaty throes of the handcuffed people's passion, listens to the creak of the bed. Eventually she seems to choose in favour of the former, and a quick, sharp snort bursts from her nose. "Jesus Christ," she says, in both amusement and disgust. "Jesus fuckin' Christ. Heh." She's about to turn to the other door, when suddenly the other feeling sets in, and she snorts again, more from the stomach this time. "Jesus Christ," she says again, quietly, as she backs out of the door. "That poor girl." Brian Cole drags himself away from the woman he seems so fascinated by with difficulty, moving toward the wall before him. "Where the fuck did he go?" You paged the room with 'The guy with the Gun, Cole, locked himself in a room back in the hallway. He's still there.'.

The Child of Gaia pauses for a moment and goes really still, shuddering after a moment, then suddenly is in a blur of black and white fur, tackling the Fianna down to the ground. The Crinos tries to bury her face into Cole's neck, claws looking to grasp him by the shoulder. There is an incredible scent rising off her body and desperately she tries to grind her large hips up into his frame.

From afar, to the room, Brian Cole meant bloody trail guy, mostly. :)

Brian Cole pages to the room: Also. Oh my.

From afar, to the room, Guards-Flame coughs. "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?"

You paged the room with 'Oh. Well, we'll deal with the trail if you survive :)'.

Guards-Flame pages to the room: At least Cole goes out with a bang? *drum roll*

From afar, to the room, Olga ewwws.

You paged the room with 'For this part, you guys can work out the "combat" yourself.'.

Olga pages to the room: What was it you were saying about Axe before in the lounge, Cole?

Olga pages to the room: Oh wait, sorry, my pose.

You paged Guards-Flame with 'Any time Cole tries to 'talk you out of it' you can spend a WP to come out. If he doesn't try to talk sense, though, you're pretty much in this state until unconscious.'.

From afar, to the room, Guards-Flame laughs.

Olga pages: Is there a door in this doorframe?

Guards-Flame pages: Good luck with that, got Lunas and Resist Pain on, they'll need to drop a nuke on me XD

You paged Olga with 'Yep.'.

From afar, to the room, Brian Cole laughs his ass off.

Brian Cole pages to the room: And the funny thing would be it'd be Cole saying 'Stop staring'.

Olga closes the door very carefully, rough fingertips lingering on the cold knob for a second before wrenching herself away, trying to drive something from her mind, face scrunching fiercely up. She's about to head back to her lookout position when the sounds of a scuffle, a heavy scuffle, a heavy, heated scuffle, drag her towards the other doorway, and she pokes her head in uncertainly.

Brian Cole has just enough time to look shocked before he's tackled to the ground. A grunt escapes him as he tries to push against the Gaiana elder ineffectually. "Get the fuck off of me!" It's the bruising force in a delicate place which causes him to gasp. "Stop!" He growls beneath his breath, even as he struggles to reach up to crinos.

Struggling with the Fianna on the ground, Guards-The-Flames are wild as her tongue slobbers up along the other's neck, her breath coming out in one hard pant after the other. As they wrestle, she gets a good tug of his shirt free as her claws slice it to ribbons, creating shallow welts along his skin before they turn to fur and muscle. At the sound of his voice, something seems to click and she freezes, then starts to scramble backwards, confusion riddling her entire posture.

Fortunately the display was hidden behind the strange wooden structures, and Olga only caught it in words and scuffles. It's enough to conjure a cautious "What the hell?" but she doesn't enter at all, hanging back in the hallway, hoping for some sort of explanation from the hidden Garou. Brian Cole whines as he scrambles back from Guards the Flame, looking up at her. His chest bleeds lightly. ~What the hell was that? First tenet of the Litany mean anything to you?!~ Well, if Olga needed confirmation, there it is. From afar, to the room, Brian Cole has to idle for a few. Taking care of something.

Grasping her head, Guards-The-Flame shakes it quickly, squeezing her eyes shut as she breathes heavily in and out, slowly taking her time with each one. ~Something... is....wrong.. the people.. it did it to me... mind control.~

Olga is still at the door, cautious, tentative, unsure; when she speaks though she spits out her question quickly, almost frantically: "You said something about a fat guy?" she asks roughly, demandingly. "Where is he? Where'd he go?"

You paged the room with 'We want to skip Cole for right now?'.

From afar, to the room, Olga doesn't know, we're at a pretty critical juncture, and he _has_ just been violated and all. ;)

From afar, to the room, Guards-Flame looks innocent. "Axe effect."

You paged the room with 'Hokay. :)'.

Long distance to the room: Tu whistles.

From afar, to the room, Guards-Flame kicks Cole. "You're a horrible first date."

From afar, to the room, Olga grins. Well, s'your call, Tu.

You paged the room with 'We'll give him a few more, since he's birdseye. I figure we can deal with Olga and the Fat guy without causing problems with Cole/Alicia.'.

From afar, to the room, Guards-Flame beats on Cole. :>

You paged the room with 'So close to the end. :)'.

From afar, to the room, Guards-Flame huffs out.

Guards-Flame pages to the room: Nikolai is waiting on me for a scene. :/

You paged the room with 'Well, we can break and pick it up another time. I only have till 10:30, as I need to catch a train.'.

From afar, to the room, Brian Cole sorries.

From afar, to the room, Brian Cole 's roomies hopped in bed and started humping the second he left for soda. He's SEETHING.

Guards-Flame pages to the room: ... Well, that was quick. He must really suck in bed.

From afar, to the room, Brian Cole just...hates this place.

Brian Cole pages to the room: I'm sorry, Tu.

You paged the room with 'No worries. Life happens. :)'.

Guards-Flame pages to the room: Well, Trent and I need a room mate, you could move to Cali? You get your own, sex free room? :D

From afar, to the room, Brian Cole laughs. "Sounds awesome."

Brian Cole pages to the room: Should we continue later?

Guards-Flame pages to the room: We got an hour before Tu has to go, right? Your pose Cole :D

Brian Cole pages to the room: Oh, okay, cool.

Brian Cole still stares at Guards the Flame, as aghast as a crinos is capable of looking. ~Yeah, mind control,~ he says, shaking as he pushes himself to his feet.

~Believe me Glory Howler, you're cute, but not my type~ Guards-The-Flame says with a jerk of her head, then eyes the door in the darkness. ~Shall we continue onward?~

Long distance to the room: Tu points to Olga's pose - as a reminder.

From afar, to the room, Brian Cole laughs at that pose. And yeah, Olga did. Sorry, didn't read it.

From afar, to the room, Guards-Flame ooops. XD

~Believe me Glory Howler, you're cute, but not my type~ Guards-The-Flame says with a jerk of her head, then eyes the door in the darkness. ~Shall we continue onward?~ At the sound of Olga's voice, she turns herself about to peer at the Gnawer. ~Fat man locked himself in the other room in the hallway.. he had a gun. There is another door here..~ She motions with her paw.

Olga pages: The door in the hallway, is it wooden?

Long distance to Olga: Tu nods. Doesn't look overly sturdy.

Olga doesn't wait for them to find it; she takes a quick angry glance behind her out at the alleyway and is shifting before she even turns back. She hurls herself towards the door, shoulder first, ducking as much as she needs to fit. She doesn't answer the others or try to explain herself: she's letting her rage take over for her now, and the only communication she makes is a heavy grunt as she impacts wood and tries to hurl herself into the next room, ready to kill whoever the hell she sees, an angry sort of desperation in her eyes.

Fat-Ripper pages: One Rage to shift without requiring a roll, another to try and attack the fat man should she see him on the other side (should she not see him, well, I guess it'd just be wasted).

The "Fat Man" was meant as a distraction. He merely ran the computer systems and, while evil, was just human. So, easily freaked and easily killed.

Brian Cole looks up as he hears Olga come barreling through. With a snarl, eager to escape the situation, he charges toward the door that Olga's battering against. Though he can't fit into the same doorway, he hunkers just beside her, claws flexing anxiously.

It's clear that whatever happened to the girl happened here, in this room, but no evidence of exactly what. There is a few drops of blood near one of the empty shackles, which grow more frequent and eventually turn into the trail which leads to the alleyway. The lone door seems to be the only path left out of this room, save for the one leading back to the hallway.

Back in the hallway, the door gives ways easily under the weight of the Crinos, splintering with a loud crack. It takes but a moment to sniff the man out. He's sitting on the floor, surrounded by computers, gun in his hand. He screams when the Crinos is visible, and lifts the gun towards Olga.

You paged Fat-Ripper with 'He'll shoot at you, but you should be able to pounce on him before he has the chance. If you want to kill him - it's easy.'.

From afar, to the room, Guards-Flame looks confused.

Guards-Flame pages to the room: OK did Cole and Olga go through the door the man locked himself in.. or...?

Fat-Ripper pages to the room: Yes, we did.

You paged the room with 'There is a door in the room with the shackles, which noone has touched of yet. Olga went after the guy in the room at the end of the main hallway.'.

Guards-Flame pages to the room: OK did Cole pose right after Olga and did Tu scene pose right after or..? That whole thing went by so quick.

Guards-Flame pages to the room: OK I got it straightened out, nevermind.

There's hesitation in Fat-Ripper's posture at the terror in the man's eyes, but her claws seem to pull her forward, moving of their own accord, and she flings herself at him oblivious of the gun or the disparity in sizes: her teeth are wide and seek to tear his throat from his neck, her arms aim for his mammoth belly, to spill his intestines on the floor. She moves like a snapping rubber band, no care given to his weapon or anything around her, all offence and rage.

From afar, Fat-Ripper spends another point to go rarr rarr die, even though it's unnecessary.

Brian Cole is right behind her, though there's probably not much for him to do. Still fighting off the effects of the frenzy that seemed to grip him before, he's a few seconds slower than he might otherwise be. He tries to bring his claws to bear on the fat man, gimlet eyes glowing from within with rage.

Guards-Flame pages: OK so the room in front of me with the bloody shackles, its just an empty room?

Guards-Flame pages: Not that they are waiting up for me and all. :) You paged the room with 'No, there is a door in that room as well, to the right of the northern structure - not on the map becuase It was hidden until you entered the room. Different door from Olga's.'.

Making her way into the room, Guards-The-Flame sniffs about slowly for a moment, before wrinkling up her nose. Upon hearing the combat with her sharp ears, she lets out a loud sigh and then thrusts her large foot forward, looking to kick in the tucked away door before her.

The man emits something between a scream and a gurgle, before Fat-Ripper's claws rip through his sweat covered belly. Entrails and fluids spill out across the floor, and the fat man dies, gun dropping uselessly to the floor.

In the other room, the door in front of Alicia crashes open easily, revealing a room beyond. Large banks of televisions rest in the two southern corners of the room, each television displaying a different area of the complex. You can make out some of the rooms you have already been through. The northern half of the room is taken up by a large platform, which is covered by several mattresses.

At first glance, the creature on top of the platform seems to grotesque splicing of two people - a female torso and male torso, sharing one set of legs. The bodies are mostly naked, save for leather straps which cross each torso, respectively. However, when they see you, they uncoil from one another like intertwined snakes being pulled apart. As they do, you realize it is indeed two forms, though they had been coupled together.

Guards-Flame pages to the room: YAY! I get to do combat against.. um.. something straight out of Ripley's Believe it or not.

Guards-Flame pages: Any chance I could reach them before they finish their split?

Brian Cole looks down at the fallen body and snorts. ~Not even worth the effort,~ he growls. He turns around. ~We need to find Guards-Flame! Can't split up like this!~ He starts moving out of the room, towards the place where last he saw the elder.

You paged Guards-Flame with 'If you had spent rage...They are essentially right next to each other. What did you want to do?'.

From afar, Guards-Flame is going to drop 3 rage on them, multiple claw attacks, tossing in a willpower for a damage roll.

You paged Guards-Flame with 'They are two forms - but I'll let you attack both even though they uncoiled. Which one do you want to have the 2 attacks?'.

Fat-Ripper doesn't follow the Fianna out, instead remaining in the room she's in, coming down off her rage-filled high and breathing hard. Her breath comes from her nose in snorts, and her eyes frantically search the room for something else to do in, some other threat to her and her right to self-control. Guards-Flame pages: The male. I'll put the wp on the female attack.

With a howl that could shatter glass, Guards-The-Flame rushes forward in a terrifying speed of fang and claw as she channels the beast and blurs. She covers ground as if it was nothing, leaping forward at the pair and whirling out with one attack after the other, looking to gain a strong hold on both lovers. Guards-Flame pages to the room: When glowing werewolves attack, next on Fox!

From afar, to the room, Brian Cole snerks.

Fat-Ripper pages to the room: Think about it, he's got cameras set up to capture repetetive, loveless, pointless sex, 24/7: this thing probably _is_ Fox.

From afar, to the room, Guards-Flame laughs. "The ratings sure beat CSI and Idol this season!"

From afar, to the room, Brian Cole cackles.

As the female pulls away from the male, you notice she wears a harness with a likeness of a male genital protruding from it. Other than that, she looks almost normal, possessing a thin build, and black hair. She might seem attractive, if it weren't for her eyes which have a soulless quality to them. The male starts to stand, and it's hard not to notice that he is erect. His penis is large, almost comically so, and ends in a sharp looking barb. Vile looking liquid drips from the tip of it eating holes in the mattress where it falls.

Guards-Flame, slashes her claws at both forms, before they are able to react. She slashes the man, twice, and rips a small hole in his chest, though he still seems to be getting to his feet. The woman too is wounded by the Gaian, though seems less injured than the male.

The only thing that remains in the room with the now dead fat guy is a bunch of computer equipment.

Long distance to Guards-Flame: Tu essentially gave you a free attack as they got up. Next round they can fight back.

Brian Cole moves through the doorway that Guards-Flame just went through and stops dead. The enormity of the foulness confronting him is stunning. He's useless for this moment, simply staring.

This was my first combat scene in probably 6 years. I had created an excel sheet which did the dice rolling for me, and merely showed the number of succeses for Attack, Damage, and Soak. Still, it got more complicated than I had thought, even though I tried to brush up. The creatures were meant to be tough (Str 8, Dex 5, Stam 7 for the male, a little less for the female). I goofed a little on the value (using str +1 for claws). So, I need to workon that portion - it took way to long to figure out, even with the spreadsheet.

From afar, Guards-Flame dropped 18 dice of damage on the male and only made a small hole? XD

Swiftly as Guards-The-Flame dances between the two combatants, she once more tears into the male, looking to give him a swift uppercut of claws, trying to use her force to put some distance between her and the female. ~I've seen bigger!~ She snarls, focusing her temperment into a concussive attack.

From afar, Guards-Flame drops another WP on the damage roll. Split dice for my attack, no rage. The other half goes to a dodge?

Long distance to Guards-Flame: Tu rechecks his math. Damage is Str +1, right? Target was 7. I rolled you had 4 successes, Rolled a 3 for soak. Second Claw was the same.

Guards-Flame pages: Strength 3 + 4 for crinos + 2 for claw attacks.

Guards-Flame pages: Difficulty of 6 to attack, difficulty of 6 for damage.

Guards-Flame pages: Not that I care. I'm just amused. :)

Long distance to Guards-Flame: Tu use str +1 not +2. Had the rest. It's been a while since I've done combat - so It's possible I goofed.

From afar, Guards-Flame chuckles. "I still GM TT, I'm stuck with dice for a lil bit longer."

You paged the room with 'Cole can be here this round, attack next unless you want to spend a rage.'.

Fat-Ripper comes out of the room she's in slowly, shrivelling into Homid as she does so in the space of a fingersnap. Her nails drip blood and breathing quickly, she swings her arms widely, still furious, as she strolls out into the hallway to look again out that door, making sure the alleyway is still empty.

From afar, to the room, Brian Cole will do so, and spend a rage.

Guards-Flame pages to the room: Nice of you to not stare at the man's Ron Jeremy weiner and help me out, Cole :)

Brian Cole calls upon his inner reserves, the anger that's very close to the surface, these past few minutes. Moving with a preternatural swiftness, he moves to strike at the female with a swift swipe of his claws. Long distance to Guards-Flame: Tu will page you the rolls, to make sure I don't goof.

From afar, Guards-Flame laughs. "Its ok :) You don't have to. You're the GM."

Long distance to Guards-Flame: Tu wants to do it right. :P

Guards-Flame pages: I made the comment to be silly, not that I was miffed or anything. :>

I was concerned I was goofin up the combat - wanted to reassure myself.

You paged Guards-Flame with 'I rolled 1 success for you to hit. Damage roll was 5 succeses. Soak for the male was 3. So, he takes 2 levels, right?'.

From afar, Guards-Flame laughs. ".. Yah. He does."

Guards-flames rips another hole in the male, doing a good amount of damage. He still stands, but seems to be moving very lowly. Cole fares a little worse against the female, tearing some flesh from her shoulder, but not slowing her down. The female swipes back at Cole, her long fingernails swiping across his check, but doing little harm. The Male tries to swing at Guards-Flame, but misses.

You paged Cole with '1 Level of Agg from her claws.'.

You paged Guards-Flame with 'The male has 1 level left, essentially.'.

Lunging in forward, Guards The Flame looks to snag a hold of the man's throat with her massive jaws, while her claws search her already made opening. Hoping to use her weight to force him back or down to the ground, she gives no quarter to her prey.

Cole pages: Alrighty. :)

Brian Cole growls. Despite the comparitively small amount of injury done him, he responds with a furious barrage of strikes. Like a cuisinart, his claws flash in the dim light of the building.

Brian Cole pages: Spending two rage to make three claw attacks at the female.

From afar, Guards-Flame is going for the dog on leg head shake manuever. Rarrrarr!

From afar, to the room, Brian Cole also strikes at the female, in case it needs to be said.

Olga almost lazily takes up position at the end of the hallway, looking out the alleyway with dull, angry eyes; she's not glancing around quite so quickly as she was before, her eyes are instead more intent, more focused, and the distractions now are all internal. She makes absolutely no move to go find the others inside the building, instead just playing lookout.

Guard's muzzle snaps around the neck of the thing, though her need to bring him down is overkill, as her claws remove what little life the thing had left. Her weight brings her down on top of the body of the thing, now dead.

Cole makes short work of the female as well, rage spurring his claws on until they a blurs. She never gets a chance to strike him again, as he separates her at the torso, both pieces plopping into the mattress with a wet thunk.

You paged Cole with 'I rolled 3 1s for my soak. Not good. :)'.

Guards-Flame drops the body to the ground after ripping him to shreds and lets out a loud, bloody snarl down at him. ~Fucker!~ She spits down at him. ~Hardly a challenge. Pathetic stinking Wyrm meat. Trash the place.~ She says, ripping a television off the wall and throwing it against more machinery with a hard heave. ~Should just burn the whole fucking building down.~

From afar, Cole laughs. "Always fun."

Brian Cole pants, his wrath playing itself out in the aftermath of attacking the female fomor. Blood drips from his claws. ~We should let the others free,~ he growls. ~They may now be harmless.~

You paged the room with 'With the demise of the things, the captives have indeed dropped out of their trance, and seem to have fallen unconscious. It wouldn't take much time to free the ones shackled in the next room, though the cameras are still in the rooms with the bed.'.

Olga keeps her place, half-hidden behind the door, ears straining to make out the other Garou's conversation, eyes straining to make out any movement at the end of the alleyway.

~Go do that. I will try and get all the tapes of this place and destroy the evidence.~ Guards-The-Flame says as she shifts back down into the homid form, clothing rededicating about her.

Long distance to Cole: Tu expects feedback from you. Not just 'it was fun'. :P

Brian Cole drops into homid as well, smirking. He looks down at his chest, and the tattered remains of his shirt. "Y'know, I /did/ like that shirt." Even in this den of filthy, he seems unable to refrain from the joke.

From afar, Cole will provide it. Probably tomorrow, though, when he's not drop dead exhausted.

Long distance to the room: Tu needs to boot. Let me do a final pose.

From afar, to the room, Olga should so try and find the tape of Ali jumping Cole and extort Alicia for money under threat of showing it at the next moot. ;)

"Cole, I have your honor as a follower of Stag we are emitting that particular from the story book, right?" Alicia asks with a quirk jerk over to him, glaring openly.

From afar, to the room, Alicia LAUGHS. "Oh my god Olga... bad."

You paged Alicia with 'Not Tapes - computers. Do you want to smasht hem or actually try and delete the stuff?'.

Alicia pages: Alicia is definitely not Jeremy. ;) Then again, she's not Brom either. She knows how to use a computer in the way of google.com hehe. Umm..

From afar, to the room, Brian Cole snerks.

Alicia takes a little time to figure out that, in addition to feeding to the monitors, the cameras were recorded on the computers. She takes some time to delete the files, then smashes the machines for good measure, as Cole frees the captives. Most seem fine, but the pair in the second bed look to be on their last legs.

The body of the girl remains in the alleyway.

Long distance to the room: Tu sorries but is about 20 minutes late for my train. I'd appreciate +mail feedback - as this was my first GM gig in a while. Sorry to GM and boot.

Brian Cole pages to the room: waves. "Thanks, Tu. Tell you tomorrow what we do with the victims?"

All in all, I thought it went okay, for a relatively simple ONS.