Spirals After Drew.

[Linus] Linus flicks a glance up toward the brilliant spirit, nodding briefly and offering a Spirited appreciation that is both succinct and passing. He glances at Kora, even as he makes ushering motions at Eve to approach the Unicorn who's hooves clop the stone with thrumming echoes. Linus attention remains on the Philodox and the Unicorn, a brief mention-

"-This one" at the Totem Spirit, before he begins to divulge for Kora's sake.

"Spirals on the outskirts of the Turf. Ambushed Drew, one of ours" A brief question perk of the brow, as if to ask if Kora is familiar or not, because Linus obviously wasn't. "Eve waded in. Both came here in Drew's truck pretty banged up. I'm getting Eve healed up as best we can, but no sign of the Spirals yet and we're blind. Roman's on the flip, taking care of the two Kin and making sure things are comfortable but we're still in the dark on the Spirals and their current whereabouts..."

There was a certain amount of relief under Linus' tone. Glad for the solid presence of Kora, Jarl and Alpha. Her bag, now. He made motions for Eve to settle to the ground and allow Unicorn to attend her wounds...

[Drew Roscoe] Roman catches her at the door after a flicker-flash of Rage warms the back of her neck briefly (but not enough to draw her attention too sharply, it was muted and the sounds of violence hadn't followed), and Drew looks back at him. She seems to think on what he says for a second, like she's considering telling him no, that he's done enough and she should at least take some semblance of responsibility. But she feels like her head is too big and too light, and sitting down before a space heater didn't sound like a bad idea at all.

So she steps back from the door, drags it open to hold it for him. "There's some shotgun shells in the glove box and my wallet's in there too. If you could bring those and the keys...."

And once he's out the door, she looks back to the only person left in the Physical church with her. Her pants are sticking to her thighs and seat, and her sweater's a ragged mess as well. She doesn't seem to pay a whole hell of a lot of mind to this just yet, though. She may look at the clothes tomorrow and have a five-minute meltdown of precisely how close she'd come to dying, how she would surely be gone if Eve hadn't hockey-checked that Spiral into her truck and drawn her attention.

"Kitchen's still where it used to be, I'm guessing?" Her smile is weak, but genuine. She's pointing to where the kitchen used to be before walking back toward it. That juice, or any other sort of glucose to get her head right and help with the blood loss made a whole lot of sense.

[Eve] "Pack of four," she says, "there's a dead one in the bed of the pickup. They took residence in a rent house a few blocks over."

Business. Facts. Straight and to the point.

She pays attention to Unicorm. She turns, she sighs, and she settles. There's a sort of disease with the whole of it. Eyes on the horned horse, as though she can't be entirely certain what to do with this spirit. Eve relays what information she has.

"I don't know if they are planning something or regrouping."

[Roman Turner] He was out the door sniffing around in the next moment. The doors of the church closed behind him. If nothing jumped him, he'd get the old truck moving and stashed behind the Church. He'd retrieve the wallet and ammo along with the keys. He'd use bags of trash, old broken bits of wood and anything else he could find to cover the remains in the bed of the truck. And before he came in he'd patrol the outside of the Church for signs of others coming to find that body, despite the frigid cold and loss of coat.

[Rain] Linus and Eve disappear across the divide again. Rain's ears crack once, twice. She yawns against it again. Frowns a bit.

"It's about where you'd expect it," she tells Drew. "I put water on to boil. There's cups to the right of the ... stove thingy. Some packets of apple cider and hot cocoa in the same. I've got some juice in the cooler -- I'm not sick, so just go ahead and have the rest of it."

Rain's able to give clear directions on where to find things in their kitchen, despite the hectic to and fro of the last ten minutes. She's also headed in the same direction, so she can help if Drew gets stuck for anything.

In a few minutes she'll have the long table pulled to one side, and the sheet draped over it. The towels folded on one end. Once Drew's set with something to drink, Rain'll go out to the section of the church that Roman's remodeling and get one of the shop lights -- better light always helps. She'll set up that first aid area, just like Linus asked.

Drew's bloody clothes won't make it until tomorrow. Rain'll find a way to get them packed up and elsewhere. She'll replace them with some of her own until Drew can get better for herself. She knows far too well that horror of waking up to see what had happened, echoed in the rends and bloodstains. There's no reason to put someone through that, no matter how much they'd paid for their pants.

[Linus] (Unicorn charm: Healing. 1 Essence. Diff of Eve's Rage.)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 2)

[Drew Roscoe] There would certainly be a song of momentary horror to wake up with your own blood dried into your clothes and making them stiff like they'd been starched too severely, but this was something that Drew was growing calloused against. You wash so many bloodstains out of so many items of clothing, you have a couple of people heal up in your living room or bedroom, you pluck the gravel out of your own wounds and wash them with rubbing alcohol (never seems the brightest idea for the five minutes following, but is a good one in the end), and bloody clothes make less of an impact afterward.

Drew knew where the kitchen was, she remembered it from when she'd toured the place when it had been under the watch of a different Alpha and Jarl. It was arranged a bit differently, more complete and put together, but it was still the same.

The juice mentioned was fished out of the cooler, and Drew dragged a chair off to the side, out of Rain's way, and set it up close to the doorway into the cooking and eating room. She did as advised by a few voices tonight and took a load off, leaned back in her chair and sipped at her juice and let her head fall back against the wall. Her eyes closed, and she was still. Were it not for her picking that juice bottle up off the top of her thigh every couple dozen seconds or so to take a sip you'd think she'd passed out from all the 'excitement'.

[Eve] It heals. Realistically, it should heal nicely. It should knit all wounds and return her to a functioning, normal garou. This is Unicorn we are dealing with, here. Eve isn't phased by the grandeur. She isn't shaken, she isn't anything except... there. Wounds knit, her stomach closes, her shoulder doesn't look to be an awful mess but, at the end of it all, there is still damage. There is still some lingering clawmarks in her torso, the damage is still there.

Eve, for her part, regards the spirit and smiles. It's not natural for her- typically baring one's teeth is an aggressive gesture, but she seems to have gotten the hang of this whole smiling thing to show pleasure

"Thank you," she says. Like she had to say it at all. She doesn't seem to pay whatever lingering damage is left any mind. She regards the Fenrir, both of them, "I'm fine now. Thank you, Linus."

[Kora] "Drew's one of ours," Kora confirms, brief and quiet to Linus. "She was mated to my old Alpha. Not Truth-in-Frenzy-rhya. War-Handed." The creature goes silent, then, a crease appearing between her brows as Eve speaks up. "I'll need to know what they hit you with. How they attacked, but I'll want to hear it from you and Drew both.

"Li - " next, Kora's looking up, frowning at the lofted reaches of the church. " - we have a deal with the scab birds in the belltower. We keep the broken windows open so they can fly in, keep the bell clean, and keep them in seed. They're our eyes and ears. I want you to rouse them, and then them out on wing, yeah? If they need extra thistle or another damned bell - I'll get it for them. When you're done - both of you - meet me on the other side."

With that, Kora pushes her way back through the gauntlet. She's humanskinned when she steps into the nearly empty sanctuary, coatless, wearing just her dedicated things - new jeans, old boots, and an old t-shirt and thermal that stretch now, too-tight over her changing figure.

[Linus] Linus gaze follows the healing pattern, narrowed against the brilliance of that Horn dipping down to touch almost tenderly against the flesh of Eve's wounds. It isn't until that glare has lifted, a soft hum in the air and Kora's orders ringing in his ears that Linus pays the remaining wounds a glance of what might be disbelief but is more than likely concern. His jaw clenches and he flicks a stare at Unicorn, who confirms the Metis' deformity with something akin to sorrow. How something so Equine could possibly look so pained, is a difficult thing to muster...

...But the totem of the Gaians does. Is. It shifts in place, something of the spirit passing between Linus and the Jaggling (negotiation) even as it clips and clops and moves about the Church's interior with graceful strides and infinite patience. He frowns darker now and turns to look at Eve, nodding after the space where Kora once was.

"Go back over and help out as best you can. We'll no doubt be on the hunt soon enough."

and he's pulling back to his feet, muttering under his breath, heading out in search of the Scab birds Kora mentioned. Recon and Report.

[Roman Turner] He paused in his patrolling outside, paused just long enough to call Imogen.

"We got trouble over here, but handling it. Still if ya feel like shooting something Miss Doctor Slaughter ma'am, we might be able ta give ya someone to shoot. Either way, it's always nice to have ya come a calling. I'll meetcha outside, if'n ya can come?"

[Rain] One of the kinswomen is bloody, her clothes rent; the other is clean, with her shirt sleeve pushed up and her hair bound back in a tight-yet-unruly spiral. One is sitting near where the table usually stands, drinking from a bottle of apple juice. The other is working at putting together a draped table, and a sense of organization and cleanliness, a bright space like the kitchen hasn't seen in quite some time.

If one catches sight of their faces in quick succession, or in the same moment, perhaps out of the corner of one's eye, they look close enough to call sisters. Drew's blood sings out to her Tribe. Rain's Family glyph is carved into the small gold heart that flashes at her neckline whenever it catches the light. These Tribes are not the same.

It's quiet here. A calm between waves of the storm, no doubt. Any calm they garnered did not last near long enough. Still there's a moment, when she stands, hands on her hips, studying the station and then letting that attention slip back to Drew. There's a small smile that fills that moment -- apologetic, and warmingly pleased that Drew seems to be doing better.

"Can I get y' anything else?" she offers. There's not as much immediacy to it, just now. There's not as much worry, so it's easier to hear the warmth in Rain's voice, the welcome. "While it's quiet, I mean? I'm serious about those clothes -- and if you want, I'll defend the shower for you, so you can clean up."

Gallow's humor, maybe, but if it makes the other girl smile a bit then Rain will be grateful for it.

[Eve] (okay, loves, I love you but I have to flee! I'm really sorry!)

[Drew Roscoe] Drew's eyes are still closed, her head's rested back against the wall, turned so her face tipped more to her left shoulder instead of straight forward, making room for the knot of hair looped through a ponytail holder at the back of her head, not at all unlike how Rain had hers pulled back. These were a pair of Kin that knew when it was time to hunker down and get into work mode-- hair and sleeves couldn't get in the way. But Drew was still chilled, feigning off the effects of losing half your blood on the seat of your truck. Her sleeves were still down.

Rain looks to her, offers her new clothes and a shower, and Drew's answering smile is faint, pushed to the surface by a low chuckle.

"No sense in that just yet if there's gonna be more blood tonight. Gotta wait 'till we've got the all clear, don't you think?" Her voice is low, like she's just a skip and a hop away from falling asleep (or passing out, depending on who you asked), and her eyes don't open. She takes another drink of juice and sets the bottle back on her thigh.

[Rain] "Hey, don't go sleepin' on me. Mr. Roman's good at what he does, but you're t' bedtime yet," Rain cajoles. She also crosses to the stove and pours some of that hot water into a mug, mixes in one of the cider packets, brings this all over to Drew.

"This'll help with the chills. It won't be so stupid-sweet after the juice, either. You want a sweater? Don't worry 'bout the blood. It's from good will. Coulda gotten it for a song if I wanted," She offers a broader grin, and it's likely that -- with Rain's voice -- she could have.

"This'll sound dumb. But it's nice to meet ya. Will be nice to meet you properly, and possibly share a meal, when this is all over. Yeah?"

[Drew Roscoe] Drew's answer to Rain is a deep breath, almost inconvenienced that she's going to be forced to keep awake. But the Kin understands, she'd be doing the same thing were she in the Child of Gaia Kin's shoes. So she moves her free hand to scrub at her face and massage her eyelids with forefinger and thumb, then opens her eyes and kills off the juice. The empty bottle's traded for the cider, and she holds the mug with both hands, breathing in the smell and the warmth of the beverage.

"Nah, this is fine. I'd probably be shaking a little no matter how many layers I put on. I'll be alright." There's a sip from the mug, and she looks up to Rain again. The smile she offers this time isn't quite so weak. It's got plenty more light behind it, not as strong as it would be were she at 100% but still notable. Probably about as warm as Rain's too. The pair were similar in an eerie number of ways. "Not dumb at all. Met most of my best friends in chaos like this."

[Kora] The sanctuary is silent, empty. There's a moment of stillness - the usual vaccuum pop. There are cobwebs on her eyes, in her hair, none of them real - and that brief sense of weightlessness before the world resolves, reasserts itself all around here. One of the old pews is askew, and the sharp scent of blood is in the air. Kora reaches for the bond she shares with Roman, but with just two their connection is now too weak for anything but this: she feels him, knows he is close, senses the immediacy of his presence outside the church.

--

That kitchen's a real kitchen, too. The cabinets and table are from the 1950s, and there's not enough electricity for the antique fridge to function, so they make due with coolers and hot plates, a single electric kettle and the like in the space where the church ladies once warmed up their casseroles for potluck suppers and prepared huge cauldrons of burnt coffee to serve with donuts in the chilly social hall after morning service, as the aging congregation dwindled to nothingness.

Kora doesn't bother to hide her footsteps down the long hall, the peeling linoleum in the social hall an ugly counterpoint to the soaring space of the sanctuary proper, with its granite and marble. She's more deliberate than normal, her footfalls louder so that the kinswomen will hear her; that they won't be startled when she follows them into the kitchen.


"Drew," it's a greeting and a question, both. In that first glance, the echo of their voices down the walls, she's has a certain - picture of the situation. "Rain," there's a warm not, there, something like gratitude. " - thank you." A brief glance toward Rain, a sort of inquiry to the medic - like some detective in a cop show checking with the ER doctor before questioning some victim, before she just plows onward.

" - Drew, listen. I need to know as much as you can tell me about the ones that attacked you. What I want you to think about for me is - what tricks they pulled. What you can remember of it. Can you give me that?"

[Linus] ...Linus and the Scab birds is a short story. A thing of quick anger and assurances (You're dealing with me now, not Sorrow. Yes I know it's different. No I'm not going to go get her to- Just do the Fucking job!) and he's coming down from the belfry with something akin to annoyance riding his skin and teeth. The umbral reflection is solid stone and strong (and also sticks out like a sore thumb to anyone traveling umbrally for that matter). Despite the amount of time that's passed, he doesn't hold out much hope of being overlooked.

The spear remains in hand and he descends toward the Church floor once more, already reaching for the Physical through the painful glare of some nearby reflective glass.

[Roman Turner] He came in through the back this time, following the sound of voices to the kitchen where he handed over wallet and ammo to Drew. He deliberately brushed against Kora to hand over the things to Drew. His face was flushed from the cold though he still wore that beanie cap.

[Drew Roscoe] Drew looks over to Kora when she enters the room, sips the cider and keeps the mug up close to her chest and her face. She stays leaned back in her chair, head rested against the wall when she's not taking a drink. Her stomach was sore as a son of a bitch, but it was a welcome relief from what it had been twenty-or-so minutes ago.

The front of her green sweater is shredded, claw marks gouging out the fabric and making tears in it. It's plastered to her body with blood, thick and sticky but not completely dry yet. The front of her pants down the insides of her thighs and legs is stained and soaked with the stuff as well. She'd bled out a considerable amount, there's a reason she's not up and about-- Kora has a pretty good notion of the fact that she would be were recovery not a factor, getting a rest not relevant.

Questions are launched spitfire fast, one after the other, and Drew's shaking her head at Kora, lifting a hand to stop the questions.

"Not really, no. See, I was viewing this house to rent, and a woman strolls up, the realtor. She and I go into the house to check it out, but... nothing felt right. It was all off, all wrong you know? I'm about to leave, but I hear fighting up the hall. Eve was back there with however-many others there were, I don't know how many... The woman I was with goes to that Half-Man form and I go for my gun. Get one or two decent shots off before I make a break for the truck-- shotgun'd do a better job. I could go get help. But she's faster than me, she gets me turned around and pulls my guts out.

"Probably I'd be dead if Eve didn't show up. She comes running outta nowhere and hockey-checks the bitch into my truck, and they hit the ground. I get the shotgun, put a pair of shells into her, and Eve finishes the job. There were... two or three of them coming from behind the house. Eve tossed the body in my truck, got in the cab, and we came here."

She takes a deep breath, then nods to Roman as he hands over her truck keys (complete with a key ornament that says 'Long Shot' and has the Fenrir glyph carved into the opposite side), wallet, and a box of shotgun shells. She leaves the lot of them in her lap, and looks back to Kora. "I don't know if they followed. I don't know how many there were total or what kinda tactics they have. It was hard enough keeping awake to drive here."

[Rain] Kora's gaze flicks over to her and Rain stands a little straighter. This is not the same wariness she shows around Eve. If anything, it's closer to a galvanized pride. Something about she who offers sorrow made Rain want to be harder, stronger, more capable. She wanted Roman's alpha to be proud of the kin that cleaved to her pack, not view them as a struggle or an anchor-weight. That there was warmth there, for Rain, pleased the kinswoman.

At the end of Drew's report, she is sure to make a single clear appraisal: "Roman helped Miss Drew when they got here. Linus asked me to set this up," she gestures with a lift of her chin toward the medic area.

The credit was not Rain's to take, and she knew it.

[Imogen Slaughter] The old Volvo parks on the street and practically disappears into the background so well suited is it to its surroundings. The same cannot be said for the driver, the slight and attractive redhead who gets out of the car and walks around to the trunk to retrieve a heavy looking brief case.

She's dressed in jeans, a sweater beneath an open jacket, her red hair a flare even in the poor lighting of this Cabrini ghetto. The front door creaks as she pushes it open, but the kinwoman's steps are silent as she walks down the hall toward the kitchen. When she approaches the sounds of voices, she deliberately scuffs a foot along the linoleum; her arrival is not a surprise.

Her breeding is heavy, like spice. It weights the air around her.

[Simon Zahradnik] Simon was different lately, if anyone had been paying attention, he was far more focused and intense. Those eyes of his burned with the passion one might expect from a Full Moon. It was as if something inside him was pushing just a little harder and further than usual. He could feel the thrumming of his heart racing within his skull and his senses were on high alert. On any normal night Simon might have simply lost track of what he was up to... But some had seen him lately. Scouring the dark and filthy sectors of the city in search of them. Breaking whatever he had to break to get the information that he needed. Simon was at war and to him war was total, complete, and absolute.

It wasn't random chance that he just so happened to be trailing the Black Spiral dancers through another packs territory. In fact his investigations had uncovered a couple interesting leads, and he had spent the last several days aggressively pursuing those leads. That he happened to be pursuing one of those leads when he came upon the crash sight was a bit coincidental but it didn't take long before any concidence was brushed aside when he caught sight of the others searching... Scouring the area. A slight smile took shape on his lips and he decided to see where this would lead.

His eyes were alight with hatred, and the icy chill of the outdoors did absolutely nothing to calm the inferno that burned just behind those eyes. He wore a little smile under the bandanna that kept his nose and lips from the biting cold, and his attention shifted towards the hunt. This was another pack's territory but this was a war and in the end he would hope the other pack didn't mind.

[Linus] (Rolling this time due to imminent combative measure. Gauntlet Cross.)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 7) [WP]

[Kora] Kora has her hands in the front pockets of her jeans, now. There's something deceptively casual about the posture as she listens to Drew's account of her encounter with the Spiral pack, and Rain's addendum. Kora's mouth is still, serious, her dark eyes gleaming in the dull shadows of the kitchen. There's a flicker down at Drew's weaponry, wordless.

When Roman arrives she gives him a gentle sidebump with her hip in response. " - you didn't see anyone outside, did you? I want you watching the door, anyway. There's that crack in the window there, like an arrowslit. Be ready for anything."

Her attention narrows briefly, consideringly on Rain then. "Can you shoot?"

"Doc." Kora's voice is low, tight. There's blood everywhere. "Drew was attacked by cursed ones at a rental house about a mile from here. We've got a dead one in her truck hidden behind the church. I don't want to alarm any of you," a glance shared between Drew and Rain, even and steady. " - but if I were them, I'd hound my wounded prey to the ground. If you hear anything, feel anything, taste anything strange, I want to know."

[Kora] "Fuck, Johnny - I told you you ain't got a clue how to work that thang."

"I'm gettin' it Ed, I'm GETTING IT. LOOK." Two filthy boys on the sidewalk, one with blood on his mouth, trusting his menace to clear the way for him, hyped up, furious, still raw with the ripping loss of his packmate, with the seductive promise of that slip of a thing that escaped them, just -

He has a stick in hand; a filthy stick, carved with runes that seem to crawl when Simon watches them too long, that sometimes seem to smolder, to catch and glow and send that kid - he's fifteen years old, a bruiser of a kid, some hulking linebacker down to the sloping brow, nevermind his moon - when he holds it out just soon.

" - and by the fucking father, Johnny - " this is quieter, a line of snot accompanies it, a great big snort of strange sorrow. "I can still feel her, I swear. She's fucking close. We're gonna bring it down on them. I'm'a make them bitches pay."

"SHUT UP - " it's not Eddie that cuffs Johnny from behind, hard enough to make him see stars. It's Karla, hard-eyed, hard-mouthed, her jaw split grotesquely down the middle, blunt teeth going two directions. Only her eyes are pretty, this pale smoke-green color, like the depths of the fucking bogs that border their homeland. "Stop making a - " She's furious, she can feel the blood and rage in the back of her throat like green dragon's neverending fire.

Then Eddie's arms rise up of nearly their own accord and the old, cursed dousing rod seems to drip with venom. "I GOT IT." he says. "I GOT IT I - " his hands are smoking from it, but he doesn't let go. He just starts off in a stiff-armed, stumbling run toward down the narrow block. In the distance, he can see the gray squat of the church, another ruin like everything here, but not his sort of ruin.

There's an old black patched pick-up shadow the trio of kids, driven by a mushmouthed old man who spits out a stream of tobacco juice into the filthy snow in the gutters, unimpeded by teeth of any sort. With an sigh, he puts the truck into gear. "I knew that was a stupid fuckin' plan - " he says, quietly to someone in the shadow of the cab. "Fucking real estate. Damn shit gets us ever'y time."

[Drew Roscoe] Kora's asking if Rain can shoot, asking Roman if he saw anything, explaining to Imogen-- oh hey, it's Imogen. "Hey, Doc," Drew interjects with a lift of her cider mug in greeting. --Kora's explaining to Imogen what's happened, and to everyone as a whole to be ready because animals don't stop hunting wounded prey, they track them down to the ground.

Drew takes all of this, listens carefully enough, then rises to her feet with something of a sigh mixed with a grunt. Her hand flies, catches the corner of the counter and holds there while her balance slips sideways for a second before catching along with her hand. She was terrifically lightheaded standing up like that, the world caved in black, pinpointed in the center of her vision for a second, and cleared almost as fast. She shook her head, scrubbed her hand up the side of her face and back across her neck, then tucked the wallet into her back pocket, the keys into her front, and kept the shotgun shells in her hand as she ducked on out of the kitchen and back toward the room once dedicated to weekly sermons.

She excuses herself with a simple explanation of: "Gonna be ready."

[Roman Turner] "No Ma'am Miss Kora, weren't no sign of anyone out there yet, but I'll go watch the door just the same."

He responded to his Alpha, then greeted Imogen on the way by to go watch through the slit on the door.

"Hey Miss Doctor Slaughter, Ma'am. Miss Drew there ain't up to par yet."

He motioned towards Drew then headed towards the front doors of the Church. He didn't much like looking through the slit in the door because he was always sure it would be like the Three Stooges and someone would poke his eyes out one of these times.

[Imogen Slaughter] Perception+Alertness
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 7, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Rain] [Perception + Alertness]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] Percept+alert
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Rain] Kora asks Rain if she can shoot. The kinswoman nods and reaches behind her to pull her firearm from its snug fit in the small of her back. She holds it comfortably, fluently even, with no fingers on the trigger just now and the safety still on. It's confirmation that not only can she shoot, she's also joined their Stone Soup family with every intent to defend herself -- and them -- if needs be.

She's not alarmed at the prospect of trouble, not with this many True and the sturdy walls of the Church between her and the out of doors. Perhaps that's hubris. Perhaps it's something a bit more like resignation.

"Where do you want me?" she asks Kora, straight and to the point. "I can shoot, but I can help patch folk up after also." This appraisal of her skillset is calm and without boast. Wherever the alpha tells her to go, Rain's headed that way next without hesitation.

[Drew Roscoe] [Perception + Alertness]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Kora] Imogen can hear the echo of voices outside. She doesn't hear anything specific, but knows well enough that this is unusual. Humans - even loud-mouthed gang banging types - have avoided the area around the church since the pack moved in.
to Imogen Slaughter

[Kora] Kora: Per + Alertness!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Imogen Slaughter] Doc, Kora addresses Imogen as the redhead's dark eyes sweep over the bloodied kitchen, impassive, an eyebrow stirring.

Her attention returns to the Fenrir Jarl, her gaze steady, a tendon moving in her jaw as the other speaks.

"Brilliant," she says, flatly, stepping further into the room to set her brief case down out of the way, careless of the blood. The kinswoman, straightens, removing her jacket and dropping it on the brief case. Anyone behind her will see the two guns at the small of her back.

Drew is leaving and Roman directs the doctor's attention toward her. "Drew," she says, "If all this blood is yours try and find something sugary to drink. Yeh need to replace what you've lost."

She turns her head suddenly, tilting it as if it might help her hear better. "Listen."

[Simon Zahradnik] Nothing draws out the primal side of the garou more than the promise of blood, but Simon was not Fenrir he was a Shadow Lord and thus capable of acknowledging the fact that he was outnumbered... He looked from the boys to the truck and back again before catching notice of the Packhouse."Shit..."He says to himself.

Fortunately he was in constant communion with his totem, and in that Simon hoped they were around and understood spirits. Simon was polite enough in asking his Totem to march ahead and convey a message to the Pack that others were approaching their pack house. He found himself hopeful that the message would get there in a timely fashion while he, himself, continued to trail them keeping a cautious distance from the group.

[Simon Zahradnik] [Don't get seen Simon! Trailing!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 4 (Success x 1 at target 6) [WP]

[Roman Turner] He sent the warning back through Drew, even if she heard what he did as he peeked out the slot in the door.

"Incoming, there's at least four of 'em, maybe more, can't tell but three on foot, at least one in a junk truck. I'm gonna go greet them, bar the door behind me."

With that he stepped out the door, closing it.

[Kora] "C'mon - " says Kora, with a sudden liminal tension in her frame. She does not like this. Does not want to leave the kin behind in the bowels of the social hall, amidst the old sunday school classrooms, the initiate's dormitory. Does not want them caught alone from behind and doesn't trust the echo of sounds. They're headed back to the massive space of the sanctuary. " - I think I'll have you two get up in the belltower," she maintains an urgent sort of calm, but when Imogen says Listen, Kora tips her head, frowning. "Well, we might not have time for that."

The frown tightens, a brief grimace over her brow. "I want you to stay back, get to the choir loft if you can. Don't shoot if you can't tell us apart unless you're in direct danger. But generally, we'll be the ones without weeping sores."

"I'm gonna go greet them - "

"No you're not, Ragabash." - Kora interjects immediately; as they emerge from the hallway into the vastness of the sanctuary. There's a flash of rage there, immediate and sharp.

[Drew Roscoe] Drew's out in the sanctuary along with Roman. He's at the door, peering through a crack in it, and Drew's got her shotgun kicked open and is reloading it. She's listening because it's quiet, Roman's not speaking, he's busy keeping a look out. She's not interrupting his concentration.

Silence between the both of them, they hear the same thing.

She looks to him, he sends her a warning and says he's going to go greet them, and she's closing her shotgun with a snap! and holding it against her side with one hand. Her eyes widen when he turns toward the door, a flash of 'Is he serious?' runs through her mind, and she damn near sprints the distance between them and jams her arm between his torso and the doors. She's smaller, lighter by roughly twenty pounds, and not True Born. But by god, the look on her face was the perfect blend of bewildered and 'don't you fucking dare' to instill a sense similar to Mom putting her foot down on whether you're going out partying tonight.

Her voice is hushed, it doesn't need to be loud for the impact of her words to meet his ears. "Are you fucking insane? Your pack is literally forty feet from you and you're going to charge three or four Spirals alone? Do you know how little time it takes to die in th--"

Kora's interjecting, cutting Drew off, and she's looking back to the Skald, then up to Roman's face again. Damn right he's not.

[Roman Turner] "Who's charging?"

For a brief moment confusion clouded his eyes, then Kora's command stiffened his spine and instead of going out the door, he braced his back against it.

"I don't want them in my home."

[Linus] The air balloons outward slowly, a building thing and quite suddenly the frigid clap of the Church's chill interior releases another form, pushing the pressure out of ear drums with Linus' arrival. The Godi steps across the aisle between the pews, eyes unfocused, a finger rising to wiggle inside his ear canal with a wince on his features.

"Scabs are out. Bring back...word...in..." He stares at the huddled mass of Rage and tension buddying up to the doorway, both Kin and Garou alike. A brow perks and he switches his attention from one to the other rather rapidly. The long shaft of the spear dangles absently at one side, a finger lifting on his free hand.

"Uhhh...What the Fuck people?"

[Imogen Slaughter] Roman speaks, Kora snaps back, and Imogen turns her attention to Rain. "Come on." She says, simply, tilting her head.

The kinswoman moves with purpose, heading from the kitchen toward the stairwell which leads toward the choir loft.

[Kora] This is all quick, nearly hissed. Kora's in motion, walking swiftly toward the door, speaking in a low, sharp whisper after her barked interjection that doesn't change as she moves, but carries nonetheless. "They don't know we're in here. They're expecting a badly wounded Garou and a kin who is bleeding to death. They're making no attempt to hide themselves. They're going to storm the doors, and we're going to flank them, take advantage of that surprise. You're going to use the shadows and jump down behind those fuckers if they storm in. Linus and I are flanking the doors and taking them down from the sides while the ladies with the guns open up from above. Got it - ?"

Linus stumbles in from the umbra, Kora gives him a gleaming-eyed, snapping look. "Incoming," she says, already moving again to flank the massive wooden doors. Hell, she's going to unbar them, so one tap sends them spilling open.

[Rain] There's some disagreement about who is, or is not, headed out to greet, or not greet, the incoming assault. Rain's eyes narrow slightly in disbelief, but she's not party to the particulars -- more precisely, she's been told where to go by Sorrow, and isn't going to linger around to get told twice.

Come on, says Imogen. Rain glances toward her, nods, and falls in behind the rowan haired Kinswoman. She is not as calm and purposeful as Imogen, but she comes in a reasonable second. Rain's jaw is tight, and her gait a little more carefully policed as they ascend to the choir loft and pick out their places.

"It's good to see you again," she says, managing a surprising amount of warmth for the situation. Then again, when you're kin to the Nation, this isn't all that unusual. Certainly no church tea and potluck dinner, but not a rare and surprising mishap either. She finds a place to wedge herself where she can see the door, and use the banister to help steady her aim, but will be as covered by the loft's railings as possible. Rain's no fool, and doesn't have any desire of battle scars or stories. It shows.

[Linus] ...Linus response is a quick blink and an almost exasperated hiss.

"For fuck's sake..."

[Drew Roscoe] There's the choir loft where the other Kin are going, but, well... Shotguns didn't have that great of a range on them. She doubted the effectiveness of her weapon from anywhere up above. Down on the ground 'in the shit' so to speak wasn't ideal either. She cleared her throat some, pulled her arm out from behind Roman, and wordlessly walked to find her own position and hold it.

A few rows of pews in, to make being reached a little more difficult and escape more of an option, far enough away that she wasn't likely to be caught in the crossfire but close enough that she trusted her weapon. Angled back so she was more in front of the door than to either side of it-- this way she didn't run the risk of hitting Kora or Linus right off the bat.

She put one knee on the pew, the other foot on the floor, leaned down (with a very faint hiss of discomfort from crunching up her abdominal muscles), and set herself up to aim.

[Roman Turner] "Yessum."

He was already shifting to Crinos to climb to an advantage point, using claws to aid his climbing. Though he wasn't so sure about the shadows. Sometimes the shadows liked him, other times they kicked his ass out.

Man+stealth diff 8
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7 (Botch x 1 at target 8)

[Kora] " - shit." - says Kora below, not yet shifted. "I can see you seven ways from Sunday, Roman. You're - glowing. Just, uh. Drop on the first one's head, okay?"

[Kora] "I AM GOING TO KILL YOU BITCHES AND FUCK YOUR FUCKING - "

Eddie has a limited vocabulary in English, but a complete command of every foul, debauched, grotesque way to degrade a human corpse. These is what happens when you are born to darkness, not even human, all this wrongness twisted inside you, the hero born to the wyrm to kill the fucking world. He holds that dousing rod his mother's mother made with her own hands and blood from a dead night, that she witched into being and bound into darkness, that still has her blood drying on it - and he stumbles forward in his staggered run, crowing his goddamned victory, already tasting the blood and ash in his mouth, already savoring the many ways he has to make them feel the yawning hurt he has inside him right now.

The dowsing rod is still stiff in his arms, and he rumbles forward, his brother Johnny at his flank, Karl just behind them, fists in the pockets of her greasy trench coat, her head down, her mismatched boots heavy on the pavement.

The church is ahead, a ruin behind the old sagging chainlink fence, and she can feel her eagerness starting to overtake the rage, she's salivating at the prospect of a kill all her own she's going have flesh to pick from between her teeth tonight -

When the pack reaches the steps they are sharp with hunger and rage, already heady with the victory that is going to be theirs, and they open their human mouths bellowing like wolves baying at the moon, in that oddly in time, ever-dissonnant way of wolves, except their voices are just raw, cracking, Johnny's still sounds like a fucking 9 year old boy, cracking like a broken egg along the top notes - all to inspire terror in their prey, these raw idiotic - human - screams as they charge up the front steps of the church and

- on the street, Cletus swallows his plug of tobacco deliberately, mutters a "fuckin' kids - " to his compani, and puts the truck in gear, inching forward after them, eyeing those big wooden doors and wondering if he could drive the truck up the steps and in through them.

"Heh. That would make an entrance." Cletus tells his friend.

[Kora] (Inits!)

[Drew Roscoe] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10

[Imogen Slaughter] The kinswoman exhales her breath sharply - it's impossible to tell if she is laughing or scoffing, it is so soundless. "Oh I'm sure," she answers Rain, sinking to a crouch at the front of the choir loft, levelling her gun at the door.

+9
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Drew Roscoe] RAIN
[+5]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Roman Turner] Int +8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9

[Kora] Eddie +6
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Linus] (7 +...)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Kora] Johnny +5
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Kora] Karla +71
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Kora] (er, she is +7. hah.)

[Kora] Cletus. +4
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10

[Kora] Kora: in hispo! +9
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Simon Zahradnik] [+8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Kora] Cletus' passenger +8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Kora] Roman - 17
Passenger - 15
Drew - 16
Cletus - 14
Karla - 13
Imogen - 12
Kora - 12
Linus - 12
Rain - 12
Simon - 11
Johnny - 11
Eddie - 8

[Kora] Eddie: OH SHIT. NO ONE SAID THIS WOULD BE HARD. Rageshift to crinos.

1. Bodyslam Linus into the church.
Rage 1: CHOMP.

Johnny: Uh, ditto bro. WTF. Are you sure that's mom's dousing rod? Rageshift to crinos.

1. Bodyslam Kora into the church.
Rage 1: CLAW.
Rage 2: CHOMP.

[Rain] Declare: Shoot Johnny.

[Simon Zahradnik] [Approaching the truck from behind... Stealthily! Dex+Stealth! And 1 more WP to be on the safe side!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5 (Failure at target 6) [WP]

[Simon Zahradnik] [*LOL*Oops!]

[Linus] '...My name is Inigo Montoya...'

Reflex: Resist Pain.
Initial Action: Pike jab at Eddie.
Rage 1: Same.

[Kora] Kora: reflexive - resist pain.

1a. BITE Eddie. 1b. BITE Eddie. Rage 1 and 2: uh, ditto!

[Imogen Slaughter] Split actions:
1. Three Round Burst
2. Fire.

[Imogen Slaughter] (at Johnny)

[Simon Zahradnik] [Still approaching the truck from behind!

-1 Rage Shift to Crinos

1a: Leap into the back of the truck
1b: Attempt to grab and toss the driver outta the truck
R1: Claw his ass
R2: Claw his ass again!]

[Kora] Karla: Rageshift to Crinos!

1. Falling touch Roman.
Rage 1: Claw Roman.
Rage 2: Bite Roman!

[Drew Roscoe] 1. Headshot Karla, spending WP

[Kora] Cletus: 1a. Drive truck up steps, shaking Simon off. 1b. Shoot Simon!

[Kora] Passenger: 1a. Get out of truck. [Rageshift to Crinos] 1b. Draw oogly sword. Rage 1: Slash at Simon. Rage 2: AGAIN.

[Roman Turner] Reflex Resist Pain
1.a Claw Karla
1b. Bite Karla
1r. Claw Karla

[Roman Turner] 1a Claw Karla
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] Damn
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Roman Turner]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Kora] Karla: soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 9, 9, 10

[Kora] (she soaks 2!)

[Roman Turner] 1 b Bite Karla
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1

[Roman Turner] Damn
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 5, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 6, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kora] Passenger: 1a. Gets out successfully! Rageshift and draws sword to face Simon successfully!

[Drew Roscoe] [Headshot: Dex + Firearms, +2 diff for called shot]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8) [WP]

[Drew Roscoe] [Damage: Base 8 + 2 suxx (L)]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Kora] Karla: soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)

[Kora] Karla: rage back!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 7, 7, 7 (Success x 1 at target 8) [WP]

[Kora] Karla: raged back, incapped.

[Kora] Cletus: dex + drive up steps, to stop before crashing into the wall!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Kora] Cletus drives up the church steps, erratically and not especially quickly, and has a fender bender with the solid wall of the church, but fails to: 1. block the entrance/exit; 2. shake simon out of the truckbed.

[Kora] Karla: twitch. Incapped.

[Imogen Slaughter] Three round burst. HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 4, 6, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Imogen Slaughter] Damage
HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Kora] Johnny! Why is that mean lady shooting you!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Imogen Slaughter] One last tap.
HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Imogen Slaughter] Damage.
HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 7, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kora] Meanie. :(
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Kora] Kora: 1a. CHOMP Eddie.
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 8, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 5) Re-rolls: 4

[Kora] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kora] Eddie: SOAK.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Kora] Kora: 1b. CHOMP.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 5, 6, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5)

[Kora] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)

[Kora] Eddie: SOAK
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Linus] (Pike thrust: Dex 4 + Melee 2. Diff. 6)

[Linus]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Linus] (Strength 6 + 1 Spear.)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Kora] Eddie: SOAK!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 4, 6, 6, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Rain] [Shoot Johnny. Dex + Firearms. For the love of Gaia, Rain, do not embarrass yourself in front of the Fenrir.]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Rain] [Damage: Base 4 + 0]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Rain] [Liz told me to!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Kora] Johnny: I have never had a girlfriend. :(
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Kora] Johnny: Bodyslam Kora. -5 dice for wounds.
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 6, 6 (Success x 1 at target 7) [WP]

[Kora] Kora: Dex + Ath to Remain standing
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[Kora] Johnny: Dex + Ath to remain standing -5 WOUNDS.
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Kora] Johnny: Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Kora] Kora: Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Kora] Eddie: Bodyslam Linus! -2 dice for wounds!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Kora] Dex + Ath to remain standing -2 dice!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 6, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Linus] (Dex 4 +Ath 1. stand up mofo!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 7)

[Kora] Eddie: damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Linus] (Soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Simon Zahradnik] [1a: Graba Tireiron!... 1b: I'ma just kill you *Stab with Sharpend* Dex+Totem+Crinos+Melee = 10 -3 for second split Action... Imrpovized weapon spec!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Simon Zahradnik] [Str+Totem+Crinos+1+2=11 Take that Cletus!]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[Kora] Cletus: soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 3, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Kora] Cletus: is now also stunned.

[Roman Turner] He dove over the prone figure of Karla, heading for Linus.

[Kora] Passenger: Rage 1: stab!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 7)

[Kora] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Simon Zahradnik] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 8, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kora] Kora: Bite Eddie!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5) Re-rolls: 4

[Simon Zahradnik] [Per+Primal Urge]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 8)

[Kora] Kora: Damage Eddie!
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Kora] Eddie: I SOAK.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Linus] (Dex 4 + Melee 2. Diff 6 - 2 for partial immobile.)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 4) [WP]

[Linus] (Strength 6 + 1 Spear + 4 Sux. Fuck you Kahseeno.)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[Kora] Eddie: soakie?
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 5, 5, 5, 7, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kora] Rage back!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Kora] Eddie: incap!

[Simon Zahradnik] "I'ma teach you bitches how to use a weapon..."Simon snarls as he rips the Tire Iron's sharpened end from Cletus, dripping in the man's blood as he turns with tire-iron in hand and brings all his strength to bare against the Sword wielding maniac attacking him.

[Dex+Totem+Crinos+Melee = 10 Dice!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Simon Zahradnik] [Str+Totem+Crinos+1+4 = 13]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[Kora] Mr. Bad Dude SOAK
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Kora] Johnny: Claw Kora! -5 dice
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Kora] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Kora] Kora: soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Kora] Passenger: Rage 2: STABSTAB.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[Kora] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[Simon Zahradnik] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Kora] Kora: BITE Johnny!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5)

[Kora] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 9 at target 6)

[Kora] Johnny: soak! [I ded.]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Kora] Johnny Ra-aaaaaaaaaaaaaage?
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 8)

[Kora] The fight – as always – is brief and bloody; in the space of three heartbeats – someone has slammed a truck into the side of the church, crumpling the front end. The building is solid enough that Imogen and Rain, up in the choir loft, do not even feel the impact. They do hear it, though – the crunch of metal outside, and the raw roar of pain, anger and triumph as the rather ordinary looking man who was Cletus’ passenger – balding just a bit, with a bad haircut and a checkered shirt, old jeans and worn cowboy boots, complete with spurs - climbs out of the passenger’s side of the truck and erupts into a massive monster. They have a glimpse of that fracas, perhaps, through the panes of glass broken out of the stained glass windows. A massive black-furred Crinos flattens the truck’s driver with a tireiron, than charges the other crinos – who is equally large, with a faint, green sheen to his mottled black fur – but wields a sword whose blade is covered with a slick of slime the color of antifreeze.

He puts takes a blow, then puts the tire-iron wielding Crinos down with one elegant swing of the sword.

The Shadow Lord crumbles at his feet, unconscious, and the Passenger’s maw peels back from his fangs as he turns to snarl a warning, rage and taunt and challenge combined – to the Garou in the church.

This one mine. Then you. Then you. Then you women. Then you boys. I eat you liver. I lick you spleen.

[Linus] (8 +...)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Imogen Slaughter] (+9)
HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1

[Roman Turner] Init +8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Rain] (+5)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1

[Drew Roscoe] [+6]

[Imogen Slaughter] +9
SERIOUSLY STOP EMBARRASSING ME.
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Linus] (Re-rolling apparrently...8+)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8

[Drew Roscoe] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Simon Zahradnik] [Zzzzzzz]

[Kora] Passenger! +8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10

[Kora] Kora: +9
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10

[Kora] Kora: 19
Passenger: 18
Linus: 16
Imogen: 15
Roman: 13
Drew: 11
Rain: 6

What happens is: this. Johnny dies and something snaps in the snarling, taunting Spiral. The swords seems nearly a foreign thing in his hands - turns, enraged, and charges toward the church, Bone Grinder forgotten, still unconscious on the street.

[Rain] [Declare: If it gets to me, we are seriously hosed, so Shoot Him + WP]

[Drew Roscoe] [Headshot on Last Man Standing]

[Roman Turner] Running out the door, right through taunting Spiral if need be to reach Simon.

[Imogen Slaughter] (three round burst + extra tap)

[Linus] (Spear toss at the flapping Goober)

[Kora] Passenger: 1. Charge the church! Rage 1: Slash Kora! Rage 2: Slash Linus!

[Kora] Kora: 1a. BITE BAD DUDE. 1b. BITE BAD DUDE. Rage 1: Dodge! I'm PREGNANT YOU BASTARD. Rage 2: BITE.

[Kora] Kora: 1a. BITE.
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Kora] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 6, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kora] 1b. BITE!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 5, 6, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1

[Kora] Damage!
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Kora] Dex + Ath (Run up steps?)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Linus] (Dex 4 + Ath 1. Spear toss)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]

[Linus] (Strength 6 + 1 Spear + 2 Sux. Fuck off Kahseeno)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Imogen Slaughter] Three round burst
HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2

[Imogen Slaughter] Damage
HAIL KAHSEENO MOTHERFUCKER!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Imogen Slaughter] Single tap
HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) Re-rolls: 3

[Imogen Slaughter] Damage
HAIL KAHSEENO!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Kora] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 5, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Roman Turner] Bite
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 5)

[Roman Turner] damn
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Kora] SOAK
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Kora] Rage back!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 7 (Botch x 1 at target 8)

[Kora] Roman can feel the spatter of acid from the blade against his fur as he charges into the remaining crinos - the largest of them, the oldest, and the only one who collapses into human skin when he falls dead, at last.

In the aftermath, there's this ringing sort of silence, interrupted only by the coughing of the pick-up truck's motor, by Bone-Grinder's labored breathing, by the call of birds across the sky.

[Roman Turner] He was shaking off the spatter of acid as he headed for Simon to use his mightly gift on the poor guy.

[Imogen Slaughter] Imogen is crouched at the front of the choir loft, her gun balanced on the lip of the opening, her ears ringing. She remains still, crouched, for several seconds, eyeing the carnage in front of them before she gets to her feet, clearing the chamber of her weapon with a single, deft movement.

"Come help clean up." There is something flat to the kinwoman's voice, her gaze on the blood below. She does not glance at the Gaian kin before she starts toward the stairwell once more.

[Roman Turner] He rushed to Simon burned himself out on pouring mother's give in to the guy.
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 6, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]

[Rain] Once she's sure that there's nothing moving down below, no last flurry of activity to catch anyone unawares, Rain's shoulders drop a little and she exhales. She pushes herself up from standing when Imogen does, and while the Gaian's ears are still ringing she's pretty sure Dr. Slaughter said what everyone with authority says after these events:

Come help clean up.

It's either that, or Stay here. Imogen didn't point at the benches in the choir loft and look pointedly at Rain, so the girl yawns to clear her ears and follows Imogen down to the main floor of the Church. As they walk, she resets the safety on her gun. She carries it with the barrel pointed down and away from everyone else.

[Drew Roscoe] Battle rushed by in a flurry, over in perhaps a minute, if that. She got one shot off, and by the time she was able to shoot again all the blood that would be spilled tonight had been. Shells from her shotgun still rolled on the floor by her feet. Her eyes hopped from one Crinos to the next, from shoulder to shoulder to shoulder. To make sure they all had normal pelts, none were panting too heavily or foaming thick green sludge at the mouth.

All were Gaian, the battle was over.

Drew slumped a bit, then turned around and simply sat in the pew, laying her shotgun across her lap and leaning forward so her elbows were on her thighs and head in her hands. The night had been long, dizzying, exhausting. She'd take a minute to recoop and go to help clean.

Multiple voices insisting that she needs to go sit the fuck down (some in gentler words, others in precisely those ones) convince her to get out of the way. She was slow, every time she leaned down and straightened back up she'd grow dizzy and need to take a second to recover. She wasn't so much helping as she was getting in the way, her strength was sapped out. So she'd go find the shower, accept whatever clothing Rain would indicate for her to use, and, eventually, settle into Kora's bed for the night.

[Imogen Slaughter] Clean up begins. It is a long affair, and Imogen does not long tolerate Drew, dizzy and slow, her hands numb from blood loss and poor oxygenation.

"Drew," she says at some point after the girl has straightened and stepped back to regain her balance, "you aren't any help to anyone like this." By now, Rain has doubtlessly offered clothing again, a shower. "Take her advice," a sharp tilt of her head indicating Rain, "and go take care o' yerself." There is no empathy in the doctor's voice, and no kindness.

Perhaps the girl takes the advice this time, or perhaps the doctor has to resort to more drastic measures (threatening the Fenrir kin with Roman carrying her to bed, or simply, wordlessly, intercepting every attempt she makes to help). In either case, eventually, Drew goes to bed. By now the bodies have been disarticulated and bagged and loaded into the back of Imogen's car.

There is a familiarity in the way, Roman, Kora and Imogen all move. They have done this before, together. They are familiar with the patterns of body disposal, and with doing it together. It is not that there is no room for anyone else. There is plenty to be done, but these three have the rhythm down.

Imogen's hands, latex gloved by now are soaked in blood by the time she strips them off. Her sleeves are rolled up and the fine hairs of her arms are lifted with cold. They have been half in, half out of the church for some time.

A flick of her gaze toward Rain, an eyebrow arching. "Good, are you?" she asks, lifting a hand to swipe hair from her forehead with the back of her wrist.

[Rain] Rain offers, at least once, more than likely twice, to get Drew some clothes and show her to the bathroom. If it's not taken when offered, then she'll leave a towel and a stack of clothes on the counter there, for Drew, whenever she's cajoled into cleaning up. She makes another mug of cider for the Fenrir kinswoman -- because it's warm, and it's sweet, and it will help keep her blood sugar up -- and leaves it there as well.

These things do not take much time, but they're a quiet sort of helpful work. When Drew's fallen off to sleeping, Rain will gather up her bloody and rent clothes, pack them into a plastic bag, and leave them with the other things to dispose of. If Drew complains tomorrow, Rain will save her tips so the kinswoman can buy herself new things. She will not leave them here for Drew to look over in the next morning, worrying about what-if and if-only. Rain has worried about if-only too many times before. It doesn't help heal anything.

There's an unmistakable cadence of teamwork and cooperation to the way that Roman, Imogen and Kora move about the task of collecting the bodies for disposal. Rain does not insert herself into it. She collects the bits of cast off clothing and piles them in a clean pew. She polices the shells left in the choir loft (if there are any). By the time that Imogen comes back to the kitchen, hands bloodied and gloved, Rain has a plastic tub of hot water, lightly soaped, some dark colored wash cloths sitting next to the sink. It's easier to start washing up when you don't have to touch the taps. She's pulled out the cleaning supplies for the Sanctuary.

She has kept busy.

There's still the glint of gold at her throat, a gift from Roman, perhaps a bit more poignant just now than usual. (It says Child of Gaia, by way of a carved glyph on the little heart-shaped charm.)

"I'm fine, Ms. Slaughter," she says, and her voice is honey-slow, sweet and a little tired. "I've got stuff out for washing up, if you want. Water's still warm -- not too hot. You all okay?" The question is expansive enough to include Roman and Kora, who are absent just now.

[Simon Zahradnik] Simon had recovered enough that he could easily look past the pain, although the wound was still rather terrible looking. He hefted himself up shortly after being healed, offering Roman a little pat on the shoulder and unless he was told otherwise he made his way into the Packhouse to find somewhere to seat himself and settle back.

He was quiet for several minutes trying to assess the situation and determine just how he had gotten into the situation he had found himself in. But sooner or later his attention would draw towards the kin who remained visible. A little smile and a nod in their direction."Is everyone alive?"He asked, wanting to make certain the Pack House and it's usual inhabitants weren't too badly off.

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[Imogen Slaughter] "It's doctor," the kinswoman corrects, absently and without rancour, glancing down at the water. Her mouth moves, a humourless smirk, "No thank you, I've got a lot o' bloody work still to be done. I'll wash up at home." The term bloody, in this case, could mean both an epithet or an adjective. It likely means both, in this case.

Rain asks if everyone is okay, and Imogen flicks a glance toward the door, where Roman and Kora are beyond it, "They're fine," she says, now answering Simon's question as well. "Well enough."

[Rain] Of course, it's Dr. Slaughter. Rain's eyes almost close at that absent reminder, she deflates slightly. Luckily there's no time to linger on that mistake, as another voice finds them and Rain's attention is pulled away.

Simon's immediate question is answered by Imogen, but Rain has a query of her own for the unfamiliar True. To the best of her knowledge, he's not tied to the Last Watch. She might have seen him at... the Brotherhood? Her memory isn't at its best just now, but the look she gives him is appraising, and quick, but not without empathy or concern.

"Are you alright?" she asks him. The evening has been too hectic for her to phrase it in less bald-faced ways, or with any balm in her voice for his ego. It's almost a perfunctory question, if Rain were capable of that sort of detached calm. She always cared about the answer; she was always worried; it telegraphed very clearly in her expression and voice.

[Imogen Slaughter] The term bloody, in this case, could mean both an epithet or.. = The term bloody, in this case, could mean either an epithet or...

[Simon Zahradnik] He nods his head slowly before closing his eyes and drawing in a sharp and deep breath."You know that feeling you get where it feels like you just has a sharp metal object thrust up through your sternum and into your lung and maybe grazing your heart a little?"He asks the kin with a little smile before opening his eyes and letting the breath out."Don't worry I'm great... Any day my heart is still beating is a good day in my book. Another kinda victory for the goodguys... Though if you ask me I'm gettin' damn tired of waitin' on them to come to us."He shrugs his shoulders and laughs.

His attention drifts from Rain to Imogen."Hey Doc I've been meaning to ask... What do you know about the local bad guys? Where would you start lookin' if you were hunting yourself some Dancers?"He asks her slowly closing his eyes and drawing a short little breath before sucking in deeply and leaning forward. He was coughing powerfully and soon enough his hand was red with blood coughed up from the lung that apparently actually was punctured."I think that fucker poisoned his blade or something. It burns like a son of a bitch!"

[Rain] You know that feeling you get when...

Pretty much everything Simon says after this point just hones and galvanizes the unamused look of worry on Rain's features. It brings her hands to her hips, and her mouth to a thin line. This isn't a smile; there is no warmth. When he coughs, she reaches over and grabs one of the dark colored wash cloths and tosses it to him.

She doesn't interrupt, though, because he's talking to Doctor Slaughter. She has his attention. Rain just watches him warily, makes sure not to meet his eyes, and half-expects him to start bleeding all over the kitchen.

[Imogen Slaughter] "I don't hunter cursed ones," Imogen notes, mildly. "But if you're asking hypothetically, I'd look fer an area which is cursed and blighted and then look fer the cause. Yeh might find a cursed one, yeh might find a fomor, but you'll find something, at least."

She does not hunt cursed ones, she's said, but she is able to answer the question, easily enough. The doctor pulls down the sleeves of her sweater over her forearms, a hand absently rubbing a forearm to provoke some warmth before she speaks on the heels of his complaint, a twist of her mouth speaking of wryness but not much mirth.

"The good news," she says, "is tha' as yer standing, and as yeh said, yer heart is beating, so I imagine you'll live. Might want t'wash yer hands, though." A nod toward the basin that Rain has provided.

[Simon Zahradnik] He coughs for some time, hacking up the blood that had pooled in his lungs while he was down. it takes him a minute or two and luckily he has something to soak up the blood now. He smiles to Rain and nods his head."Thanks."He says politely enough before standing slowly up. There is a growl of pain, obviously he was applying pressure to those pesky internal organs of his, but sure enough he rose to his feet and managed to walk over to where he could find some water.

"Right... Just thought I would see."He says with a nod of his head."Somewhere along the line you kinda have to stop playing the hunted and start playing the role of the hunter right?"He gives a charming little grin before washing his face off. He leans over the sink for some time, cooling off and collecting his thoughts.

"He got a lucky shot... Maybe it was fortune, but it was my mistake and it was a mistake that could have easily cost my life. Take your mistakes, live with them, learn from them and as long as you still breathe allow them to make you stronger right?"He asks the others before standing up to his full height. Slowly he turns to face Rain.

"I don't know you."He offers his now clean hand out to her."Simon."Charming youthful grin presented despite the fact he obviously suffered a wound that would have killed most men.

[Rain] There are things that a six-foot-something walking half-monster is not, especially while holding his insides in, and one of those things is charming. Rain knows a thing or two about magnetic personalities, the warmth and welcome to them, being Captivating when she put half a mind to it -- but Rain was not adorable, sweet, or unforgetably warm when she was toeing death's doorstep. And Simon's grin and handshake didn't have her fully convinced.

"Rain," she says, and shakes his hand. But the warm eyes that lift almost to the plane of his line of sight are still troubled. There is a glint of gold at her throat that, if studied, will complete the introductions. Carved into the delicate heart there is the sigil for her Tribe.

"Y' sure you don't want help with what ails you?" This is said while she's still holding his hand, for a moment, like maybe she could judge through that fleeting touch exactly how ill he might be. "I don't have credentials or nothin'," she says, and she's always quick to downplay her skills lest someone mistake them for more than they are. "But I'll help if I can."

[Imogen Slaughter] A tendon moves in Imogen's jaw, and she turns her head, looking toward the door. "If yeh just want t'kill something, try the projects. If yeh're lookin' fer something in particular and know anything about it, find yerself a ragabash who can use gifts to help yeh hunt it down."

She glances back, Rain solicitous of Simon's injuries. "If you'll excuse me," she says to both and neither.

She heads back toward the church entrance, her car beyond it, and the bodies within it. She had mentioned she still had a lot of bloody work to do. There were bodies to dispose, burn, drown or bury. She enlists Roman, and off they go.

[Simon Zahradnik] He laughs and finds himself almost suspicious of the kin. A tilt of his head and a little smile growing as he looks her up and down as if trying to size up her intentions. He watches her quietly for some time before softly speaking."You got something to cure what ails me? Sure... Why not?"

He tenses, however at what Imogen says and his eyes snap towards her."They killed one of our own... New Year's day. This is not a casual Blood letting. I am hunting them and I will keep hunting them, each and every fucking one until they or I am dead. If you hear or learn anything I would appreciate if you pass the information along. I'm tired of waiting for them to pick us off one by one."He says this with an impassioned certainty as Imogen heads out."Goodnight."

His attention turns back to Rain soon enough and his smile grows."Now what were you saying?"He asks her politely enough. It was hard to believe that a garou honestly could be charming or friendly considering that a monster lurks just under the surface. One who could kill a kin as easily as anything else. Still Simon was at least trying to be friendly and that had to count for something right?

[Imogen Slaughter] "Find a ragabash," she repeats, before stepping out the door, neither committing to helping the Shadow Lord, nor refusing his request. With that, she's gone.