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Intersection of Elson Avenue and 3rd Street
At the four corners of the intersection, time-scarred buildings reach
their way up towards the sky. The buildings seem mostly of the motel
variety, many with glaring neon signs and drawn shades. The potholes
have been crudely filled, allowing for some semblance of smooth
driving by the vehicles that seem to cruise the street. Gaudily
dressed females can be seen strolling the sidewalks, many wearing high
spiked heels and extremely short skirts.
A quiet intersection, Elson Avenue comes from the east and continues to
the west, crossing Third Street which runs north-south.
Obvious exits:
North West South East
Car alarms shrill from the force unleashed less than a minute earlier.
As the group of Garou head toward danger, they set signs of many more
exploded windows. In the far north, they can see a couple of people
fleeing on foot. The cause is evident: a lion sits, almost in the
middle of the street. His muzzle is bathed in blood as he eats from
the intestines of a dead woman. The woman's throat has been torn out,
her brown eyes glazed in death. The lion's tail twitches as he feeds.
Lion(#2960PJcr)
Huge and tawny, this rufus-maned lion stands in the city streets, larger
than life. There's something oddly blurry about his edges, but dim
light shines off his hungry black eyes and sharp teeth. Velvet paws
make little noise against concrete, and his tail flicks with menacing
anger.
Lion looked at me.
BJ whistles, loud and shrill enough to carry across a mountain hollow.
Carl looks around to see if there's anyone else around. "All right. Who
here has a gun?"
Lion growls, raising his muzzle. His gaze locks on BJ, and the other
approaching homids. His posture crouches over his dinner.
Fiery Hand continues to advance, calmly, not approaching the feeding
beast directly, but along the side of the street, moving to cut off
it's escape, should it run.
Jimmy Wilson reaches behind him, pulling a revolver out from the small
of his back. "This ain't gonna do shit against that thing."
BJ walks directly for the cat, hanging back just enough to let FH get
into position. He talks soothingly as he approaches. "Hey there, big
fellow. Listen to all this noise. Isn't it just upsetting your meal
something horrible?"
Carl nods. "No, but we might be able to lure it into an alley, where we
can deal with it better.
Lion doesn't seem at all inclined to run, nor does it seem to realize
what a gun is. He roars at BJ, lips peeled back from lips
threateningly. His huge canines are bloodstreaked.
Fiery Hand continues to move into position, not making any overt move
towards the lion. Perhaps herding instincts are guiding him, perhaps a
plan.
Jimmy Wilson brings the Colt up in two hands, slowly circling towards
one side of the big cat. "Jus' say when, Carl. I'll shoot it an' piss
it off, an' you guys can rush in an' kick its ass."
BJ pauses and shakes his head. "Hooooooo-doggy, that's a loud roar you
got, fuzzy. Wanna try a purr now?"
Carl nods. "OK. On my mark, Everyone shift and attack, got it?
Fiery Hand says, ~No.~
Carl holds his hand up. ~You sense something?~
Fiery Hand says, ~Let the Seer do his work.~
Lion snarls again, rearing back enough to paw at the air threateningly,
much like a lion responding peevishly to a tamer's whip.
Carl tenses up a bit. He takes a breath. ~If he fails, then I'll give
the signal.~
BJ keeps approaching the lion, tilting his head and churring softly
between bits of talking. "Now look at you. Isn't all the blood messy?
You're going to have to spend hours getting it out of your
fur...wouldn't you like to have a nice friendly hand help you get
cleaned up? Hmmm?"
Jimmy Wilson continues to circle the animal, his own form becoming
slightly less distinct as he does so.
Lion doesn't appear appeased. He roars again, crouching as if to spring.
Carl keeps he eyes on the lion. ~No one else should get any closer. For
now.~
BJ stops, puts his hands on his hips, and looks at the Lion as if trying
to stare it down. "Now, look at you. Do you *really* think that's
going to make any difference at all? Silly cat. Why don't you just sit
down and relax and let this all blow over, huh?"
Lion leaps for BJ, claws bared.
Fiery Hand begins to softly yip and pace, back and forth, distractingly,
calmly. Not an attack, just a distraction. Submissive of the Lion's
mastery, he stays far back. Like a wild dog.
Jimmy Wilson stops circling and just aims at the creature, breating
slowly as he becomes a part of the background. He doesn't so much
disappear as much as just become the least interesting thing that
could possibly be looked at in a scene like the one unfolding before
any spectator's eyes.
BJ scrambles back and falls on his ass, his legs flailing in the air as
it flies towards him.
Jimmy Wilson moves his hand, tracking the lion's sudden movement. BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! Three shots ring out in succession.
Carl yells ~Now!~ and starts to change.
Carl contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Carl shifts into Crinos form.
Fiery Hand contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Fiery Hand fades back slightly, a shadow passes over his features, and
he emerges in Hispo form.
Fiery Hand remains in a four-legged form, growing massive slowly,
compared to his usual shifts. His eyes have a far-away look in them.
BJ attemps to duck and manages to partially succeed, though whether as
an effect of his own dexterity or the small bleeding wound that
appears on the lion's shoulder is uncertain. The lion's heavy paw hits
BJ in the head, claws scratching a glancing, but noticable blow. The
wound begins bleeding heavily, as head wounds have a way of doing. The
lion spins toward the source of the two bullets that hit him; the
third seems to have missed. In spinning, he falters as Remy catches
his eye, then seems to gather himself again.
"Aw shit! I knew this wouldn't do squat." Jimmy takes aim once more at
the lion, this time trying to aim at the creature's large head as it
fixes its attention on the Hispo.
BJ shakes his head and moves.
Jimmy Wilson pulls the trigger three more times.
BJ contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
BJ shifts into Crinos form.
Fiery Hand falls to its knees, howling ~Demon Lion.~ He struggles, and
attempts to reassert mental control, by force of will.
Hides charges at the lion after the shots have been fired, hoping to
tackle it.
The lion begins to rush Jimmy, taking another shot in the chest. Hides
bowls into his side before the big feline can reach the gunman,
closing in for melee. Fiery Hand remains on the ground, writhing.
Drives stalks toward the lion, pausing only to wipe blood back out of
his eyes. ~That was not very nice, cat. Now I'm going to have to spank
you.~
You paged Fiery Hand with 'Winds suck you into a land of fires and
hunger. A burning sensation gnaws at your stomach. Madness threatens
you. Yet, underneath, you feel as if a third mind is in the link. Its
primary component feels like terror.'.
Jimmy Wilson drops the pistol at his side, shaking slightly as he starts
to contort and grow.
Jimmy Wilson contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Jimmy Wilson shifts into Glabro form.
From afar, Fiery Hand seeks the terrified mind, comfortingly,
strengtheningly.
Hides tries to wrestle with the lion. ~Oh you'll wish we'd just spanked
you overgrown cat!~
Fiery Hand begins to chant a lupine mantra, ~I am Fiery Hand. Galliard
of the Glass Walkers of the Sept of the Wheel Renewed.~
Jimmy Wilson pulls a rather large ivory blade from the rags that were
his clothes as he steps away from the brawling Walker alpha and cat.
He crouches, ready to spring at the beast, but not quite willing to
accidentally slash Carl.
Drives watches for an opening, and when the lion's head is accessible,
hauls back and brings his open hand down between its ears, just as if
spanking...its brain.
The crinosed Glasswalker alpha wrestles the big cat, holding him from
moving much to strike at his other tormentors. Hides pays for his
self-sacrifice, taking a deep claw wound to the belly from the lion's
back claws and a bite to the shoulder as the cat attempts to get away.
Drives scores an easy hit on the trapped animal, fur ripping back from
its hide in a gout of blood. Jimmy waits and watches. Remy continues
to howl, the tone turning piteous.
You paged Fiery Hand with 'The mind clings to you like a child,
terrorized. A pit opens up under your feet, but you manage to break
the link just before you fall in.'.
Fiery Hand rises to his feet, struggling free of the communication,
angered, howling ~Tormentor! Wyrm!~ at the lion. He gathers himself
for a charge.
Drives sees the damage the cat is doing to Hides and thrusts both hands
for the gap between spine and shoulders, as if attempting to rip the
things heart and lungs out from above.
Hides screams. ~That does it!~ and slashes away at the the lion.
Hearing the hispo Walker's cry, Jimmy steps back watching. "No! Control
your rage, Remy or you'll frenzy!" He takes another step back, not
wanting to be caught in the middle when the hispo finally does charge.
The lion goes down under the attack of the three Garou, already wounded
and slowed. Before dying, he deals a bite to the chest of the Drives,
as the Garou rips to his spine. Hides takes another claw to the
stomach, but not so strong. Fiery Hand, holding against frenzy with
the barest of threads, rips into the lion's hindquarters with no
resistance. The lion shimmers as it breaths its last breath, reverting
to a much smaller form.
Fiery Hand contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Fiery Hand fades back slightly, a shadow passes over his features, and
he emerges in Lupus form.
Drives sits down. Hard.
Jimmy Wilson contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
William lies on the ground, seeping blood into the pavement.
Jimmy Wilson shifts into Homid form.
William(#2960PJcr)
A small boy, no more than three years old. His face is smeared with
yellow face paint under the blood. His scalp has been peeled off and
his back ripped open, along with deep tears in his chest and stomach.
In all, he looks as if savaged by a pack of animals.
Fiery Hand says, ~Jimmy. Car. Fast.~
Drives contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
To the south, where the pizza parlor is, the wail of an approaching
ambulance can be heard.
Drives shifts into Lupus form.
Jimmy Wilson nods, looking about for anything drivable.
Fiery Hand's fury at the wicked spirit dissipates with the spirit. He
directs almost automatically, not thinking, only reacting.
Fiery Hand looked at me.
Hides struggles to stand up. ~Damn bane!" He moans.
Fiery Hand sees the small child he has just killed, studying it
abstractly. ~We must go. Now. Clean up here. All of you.
Drives looks around, for a handy alley, at the very least.
The woman, half-eaten, also lies in the street. The smell of blood is
heavy.
Hides looks down at the child He staggers back at the realization. ~No.
No. No!~ He howls.
Drives contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Drives shifts into Hispo form.
The sound of an engine starting and a horn honking a little up the road
gets everyone's attention. There's a screech of tires as Jimmy pulls
up in an old station wagon. "Get in!"
Fiery Hand says, ~Pull yourself together, Hides. Bodies. In car. Fast.~
Drives moves to the child's body and grips it in his jaws. Carries it
into the back of the wagon.
Fiery Hand moves to the woman's body, struggling with it.
Jimmy Wilson beats on the steering wheel. "Come on! Come on! The cops're
gonna be here any minute! Shit!"
Fiery Hand says, ~Jimmy, as we go, shoot a gas tank.~
Jimmy Wilson says "I'm outta bullets."
Hides starts to shake with rage. ~Not again. Not again! Those...Those.~
He tries to take deep breaths as he struggles to gain control over his
rage.
Fiery Hand says, ~Hides. Work now. Grief later. Help me with this body.~
Drives shifts down in the back of the wagon to give more room.
Drives contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Drives shifts into Lupus form.
Drives sniffs at the boy's body. Is not pleased. Not at all. Who were
you, boy? How did you become a lion?
Fiery Hand continues to drag the corpse towards the car.
Hides kicks the ground hard, which seeems to vent his rage. He then runs
over to Fiery Hand and helps him with the corpse. ~I'm better now.~
Jimmy Wilson says "Come on! Get the fuck in!"
Fiery Hand takes a quick look around, seeking a way to sanitize the
scene rapidly, wishing he had a flame thrower.
Hides throws the woman's body into the vehicle then reverts to his human
form to fit in.
Hides contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Hides shifts into Homid form.
Fiery Hand leaps into the car, also.
Jimmy Wilson waits for everyone to get in the vehicle then sticks his
head out the side window of the wagon as he pulls out. The windshield
is a cracked mess, too difficult to see through - obviously the result
of the booming roar that shattered so much glass earlier. He pulls the
wagon out and immediately turns off onto a side road, trying to leave
the scene of the combat as quickly as possible.
Carl closes the car door barely in time. He locks his jaw shut and tries
to block out the pain.
Fiery Hand says, ~Can you Cleanse, Seer?~
Drives shakes his head. No. We will need one who can.
Fiery Hand says, ~We will need to burn this car and the bodies.~
The car bumbles its way down the street. Occasionally a screech happens
as Jimmy gets too close to a curb or a parked car. The radio interupts
the gospel song with an emergancy broadcast.
Drives nods. Yes. Find a junk yard or abandoned warehouse.
Jimmy Wilson's head remains hanging out the car's driver side window.
"Yeah, burn... Hey, listen!"
Fiery Hand says, ~We will not be able to hide the fire, but perhaps the
natur of the injur...~
*BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB* This is the Emergency Broadcast System. Reports
indicate that a large wild animal has been seen in the downtown area,
in conjunction with reports about a bombing. Please stay in your
houses. This animal is dangerous. Repeat, the animal is dangerous.
Authorities have been dispatched to handle the situation. Please stay
in your houses.
Carl closes his eyes. "Now tell us something we don't know."
This has been a report of the Emergency Broadcast System. Please remain
tuned in for further instructions.
Tammy Baker begins singing again.
Drives feels a sudden urge to retch.
Fiery Hand says, ~Someone punch out that windshield so Jimmy can drive.~
Jimmy Wilson swerves a bit, punctuating Fiery's remark. "Hey, where we
gonna dump out? Any ideas?"
Fiery Hand says, ~Somewhere close, don't be picky.~
Carl says "A warehouse would be closer, which means we'd have less of a
chance of getting pulled over."
Drives nods. Warehouse. Abandoned would be best.
Carl winces and nods. "Abandoned would be our best bet. Know one close
by?
Fiery Hand says, ~Little south of here.~
Jimmy Wilson follows Fiery's instructions and pulls into an abandoned
lot behind an old warehouse. "This good enough for you guys? If not,
I'm gonna at least bust out the fuckin' windshield while we're
stopped." He cocks his head, as if listening for police or other
nearby threats.
Drives closes his eyes and whines softly, almost a lupine chant.
Drives leaps out of the car and sniffs around, looking for an old boiler
or other machine that held fire.
Fiery Hand contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Fiery Hand fades back slightly, a shadow passes over his features, and
he emerges in Glabro form.
Carl hobbles out of the car.
Carl contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Carl shifts into Glabro form.
Remy says, ~And for Gaia's sake, clean off the fingerprints.~
Sirens can be heard in the distance, but the streets are relatively
deserted for a Friday night. Perhaps the announcement. Perhaps the
people that fled.
Drives shakes his head. Curses the ringing in his ears and sits.
Jimmy Wilson steps out of the vehicle. Following everyone else's lead,
he shifts.
Jimmy Wilson contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Jimmy Wilson shifts into Glabro form.
Carl turns to Jimmy as he sits down. ~You want to handle the
fingerprints? I'm having trouble standing up. Hell, I'd leave more
prints if I tried it.~
Remy begins working under the hood, ripping at wires here, crossing them
there. "Tear up the seats, too."
Carl takes a breath and pushes himself up. He winces as he regains his
balance. "I'll get the gas cap, then rip the seats."
Drives contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Drives shifts into Crinos form.
Drives staggers slightly and sniffs for the aroma of old oil drums, etc.
Anything to add to the flammability of the car.
Unfortunately, the warehouse seems stripped of anything of value.
Probably how you got in so easy.
Jimmy Wilson begins ripping at upholstery, tearing up the interior of
the vehicle. When he's done with that, he heads back towards the gas
cap and unscrews it.
Remy says "Check the trunk."
Carl hobbles to the trunk and starts to change.
Carl contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Carl shifts into Crinos form.
Jimmy Wilson says "Hey guys, the fuel gauge's broke on this thing, so I
don't know how much boom we're gonna get."
Hides steadies himself then tries to force the trunk open.
Remy says "Fumes will do. Check the trunk."
Remy says "Bodies in front seat. Woman driving. Seatbelts, too."
Drives says, ~Get bigger boom from fumes than full tank.~
Remy says "Hurry."
Drives lifts the boy into the passenger seat. Straps him in.
Jimmy Wilson helps move the bodies into position. "Yeah, yeah... we're
hurryin'."
Drives adds one final touch to the woman after someone straps her in. He
breaks off the steering wheel as if she had hit it chin-first.
Remy says "What do you think? We make it look like they were carjacked,
then killed?"
Hides looks in the back of the station wagon. ~I don't see anything we
can use.~
Drives thinks that could work. Once the fire is under way, it won't
matter much.
Hides contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Drives looks back there. ~Spare tire?~
Hides shifts into Glabro form.
Remy says "How's the trunk coming?"
Carl says "Pull the carpet back, that's where the spare would be."
Under empty fast food bags and coke cans, a spare is indeed set in the
floorboard.
Remy says "Crowbar. Then back up, let me work. Stonewall trained me for
this part."
Jimmy Wilson walks away slowly from the vehicle, watching Remy as he
does.
Drives punches through the side window (this was a station wagon,
right?) and rips open the storage compartment where the spare is
normally kept. Oh. It's an *old* Ford. So it's just a storage
compartment.
Carl hobbles towards Jimmy. ~Let the master do his job.~ He says with a
forced laugh.
Remy hauls the carpet out of the back, sliding it under the car. He
slips the spare tire on top of it, under the gas tank. Above it, with
Glabro strength, he punctures the tank.
Metal squeals painfully. It takes some doing, but soon gas pours out of
a ragged hole.
Jimmy Wilson keeps an eyeball on the nearby shadows and the road, making
sure that no one's out there spying on the group as they do their
dirty work. "Master?"
Remy walks around to the front of the running car, as fumes and fuel
spread and soak into the carpet, and simply drops the crowbar into the
fan of the alternator, drops the hood amid a mass of sparks, and runs.
Remy says "Run."
Jimmy Wilson doesn't need to be told twice. He hauls ass down the road,
heading toward whatever convenient shadows he might find as he flees
the scene.
Remy contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Remy fades back slightly, a shadow passes over his features, and he
emerges in Lupus form.
Carl contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Carl shifts into Lupus form.
Drives finds a convenient wall to put between him and the car as he
moves out.
Drives contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Drives shifts into Lupus form.
Hides runs as fast he can towards the nearest cover.
Jimmy Wilson contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Jimmy Wilson shifts into Lupus form.
The split second that everyone hesitates is too long. The car explodes,
catching Remy and Drives worst of all, lighting their fur with sticky
flame. The impact knocks everyone down, and the walls begin burning.
Drives rolls. Lets the force of the blast roll him toward across the
ground. Does his best Wile-E-Coyote-after-trap-backfires impersonation
(crumpled scorched heap on ground).
Fiery Hand reacts to being blown up by his own bomb like it wasn't the
first time. He howls a bit in pain and surprise, runs from the heart
of the inferno a little way, and drops and rolls to attempt to put out
the flames on his fur.
Looking over his shoulder, Jimmy notices the others shifting to lupus.
He follows suit, slowing down almost to a stop as he does. The
hesitation costs him, as the vehicle explodes and the shock wave
pounds him.
Hides yipes as forces him to the ground. When he he recovers he stars
crawling away from the fire. The pain from his accululated wounds
slows him down.
Fiery Hand rolls over and over, grinding his singed, burning and
blackened coat into the dust and dirt, yelping.
Outside, a shout is raised, seemingly a couple of blocks distant. "..ly
fu...!"
Drives contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Drives shifts into Homid form.
Two companions. Drives is still inside.
BJ loses cohesion and reverts to his birthform.
Shakes stands slowly, shaking his head from side to side. He peers
around to check on the condition of everyone, his head suddenly
snapping up at the sound of voices. ~Is everyone good enough to run?~
Hides shakes his head. ~No.~
A couple of men in white suits begin pounding their way toward the fire.
Both hold huge guns, not looking quite like normal firearms.
Fiery Hand doesn't hesitate, he grabs the limp form of the man and drags
him, keeping low, moving with all the speed rage can lend him.
Shakes looks at Hides. ~How can I hel...~ He turns suddenly at the
newcomers, dropping his head and growling low. ~Go away. We'll kill
you.~
Hides growls at the men.
The men continue running, still more than half a block away. As the dog
threatens, one begins readying his gun.
Remy says, ~Sewers. Now.~
BJ is carried by Remy (Or is that dragged?)
The other yells, "Hey mister, get your fucking dogs under control." The
other stops and says, "Hey, you need help? Someone hurt?
Remy says "More inside. Save them."
~You go, Fiery. We'll cover.~ Shakes stands his ground between the
retreating Glass Walker, growling a little louder at the men in white.
Remy shoulders BJ and runs away from the fire, understandably concerned
to save this poor wretch.
The first man curses, moves forward. The other raises his gun, "I mean
it, mister. Calm that dog down or I'll trank his sorry ass."
Remy says "Scat dogs," then, over his shoulder, coughing, voice thick
with emotion. "Please, they're trapped. Save them."
Hides says, ~We should back off and get away now. Before they realize
there's no one in there.~~
Shakes backs slowly away from the man, his growl becoming quieter as his
distance to the threat becomes greater. ~I gotcher tranq, asshole.~
Hides crawls away from the men, keeping an eye on them.
The second man lowers his gun, grudgingly, "Get your ass to a hospital."
The first man doesn't even wait that long, going into the fire as if
he were a fireman rather than in animal control.
Remy runs for cover, and doesn't stop.
Hides tries to follow the others.
Shakes waits till he's sure that the men are no threat to his retreating
form, then follows after Remy, keeping toward the back to guard the
rear. He makes sure that the wounded Hides doesn't fall behind by
staying right alongside him as they run.
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