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Cassandra is sitting on a fallen log, near where Andrea is setting out
candles for the ceremony. She is grinning, but the expression fades as
more people make their way up from the beach.

Touch Deer comes scrambling out of a manzinita bush.
Touch Deer walks up and out of the cave, looking solemn as he heads for
Cass. He nods at everyone, but doesn't say a word.

Andrea says dryly, "Just don't blow out the candles. You might get more
than a wish." She looks up as more people begin to come in the area,
but she continues the preparations. Only when Dana arrives does she
wave someone over to help.

Cassandra snorts, but the smile returns as she sees Touch Deer. "Careful
whatcha wish for, ya might get it, huh? Yo, man. Feelin' better?"

Merin leads the Untouchables contingent up from the beach. Probably in
contrast to some of the others of her pack, she looks both relaxed and
at ease, her hands tucked halfway into the pockets of her jeans.

Touch Deer adjusts his new deerskin shirt. "Skin's still tight, and it
itches. Mostly it's all healed over...damn shirt. I haven't actually
worn a shirt for...three years?"

Cassandra leans back a bit, pretending to consider it. "Ain't you been
cold? You'd think you'd'a frozen it all off by now not wearin' clothes
up here."

Touch Deer smoothes his shirt down and stretches his arms, wincing
slightly. "My great-grandfather taught me how to just let the cold go
through you, how to accept it and not fight it. Being able to keep a
wolf's form in the coldest months was a great help, though." He directs
a wry smile down at his Fury packmate.

Dana comes in with David, and gives Andrea a tentative smile, Cassandra
and Touch Deer getting more reserved nods of greeting. At the
beckoning, she steps forward, tucking loose strands of blonde hair
back behind her ear in an unselfconscious gesture, attending the theurge
solicitously.

Cassandra grins back at Touch Deer, but glances over at Andrea and Dana.
"You two need any help?"

JJ Malone's dressed in monochromatic black and white, a la Reservoir
Dogs. For once, no cigarette is in her mouth, and she looks edgier for
the lack.

Andrea shakes her head, looking about. "At least, I'd thought to ask
Dillan or Cutter." She rocks back from the complicated circle that's
scratched into the ground, with colored sand marking the four
quarters. The candles stay where she's set them, unlit, also at the
four directions.

Cassandra snorts, though she's grinning. "Fine, -I- see how it is." She
gets quiet, though, and wanders over to the far side of the clearing
to lean against a tree until called.

David Cox takes a few deep breaths, then looks back at the book. "This
won't exactly be the most fun I've had."

Touch Deer looks about, directing his question at Andrea and the mages
present. "How tough do you expect this to be?"

Andrea shakes her head. "The ritual will be harder than the combat, I
think. Even with two Garou aiding in the ritual, our packs should be
able to handle the physical."

Touch Deer nods, satisfied, and turns his head skywards.

Dana slings off her backpack while David studies things, pulling out her
own contributions to the arrangements. Around the candle of each
quarter she places a small, handwoven wreath of flowers: east is
primarily blues and greens, south yellows, west oranges and reds,
and north pure white, mindful of the sand.

Touch Deer moves to stand next Cass as he makes a short announcement.
"I'm taking off my clothes now, before the ritual is begun. I
apologize now for the way I look, but there isn't anything I can do
about it." He quickly removes everything but his loinclout, placing the
deerskin clothing somewhere out-of-the-way of the ritual.

Touch Deer's skin, starting at the collar bone and continuing down
straight to the tops of his feet, is hideous to behold. Burn scars
cover at least 80 percent of his flesh, with only the occasional patch
of skin here and there remaining unscarred. Black

in the worst places (especially around his hands), and a pale pink or
yellow everywhere else, this young warrior obviously nearly died
recently from some near-total inflamation of his body. Where he was
once fairly handsome in face and body, it's just his face that remains
at all attractive; musculature once clearly defined
over his sturdy body is half-hidden thanks to the twisted and warped
appearance of his skin. His hands are the worse, as their blasted
appearance almost makes them seem skeletal.

JJ Malone looks Touch Deer up and down, and grunts, unphased.

Dillan, unlike his packmate, does most certainly -not- look at Touch
Deer.

Andrea, Dillan, and the two mages pull a little to one side, conversing
in low tones. While they talk, Andrea anoints each with a daub of
reddish-brown paste. She gets David to do her own.

Dillan goes crosseyed, trying to see what Andrea's done. He's quite
obviously the least experienced at the mystical arts of the bunch.

Merin shifts positions a little, her gaze lingering on the indian a
moment, but only a moment.

Andrea leads the others back to the circle. She first treads gingerly in
the center, and removes the covering to the book that was only loosely
shielding it. That done, she again retreats, being careful not to
smear the lines. Only then does she take up her position. The Garou around
might notice it's not her normal position in the north, but instead at
the west quarter. She asks the Garou around the circle, "Everyone ready?"

It's not quite as obvious as Dillan expects. Dana seems about as out of
place in things as he does, now that the flowers are placed, and
almost constantly and obviously looks at David for non-verbal cues.

Touch Deer says "Ready."

JJ Malone pulls her gun from under her jacket, and chambers a round. "If
it bleeds, we can kill it. If it doesn't, we're screwed." She gives a
glance to Merin, Touch Deer, and Cassandra, and moves to stand nearest
Dillan.

Touch Deer is with Cassandra, not paying any close attention to JJ's
actions.

David Cox looks to JJ and says, perhaps too calmly, "Might want to have
a few in the Spirit World. That's part of why you're needed."

"Really?" Cassandra leans over to Touch Deer, speaking in low tones. "I
thought we were here for live coverage."

Dillan turns to look at JJ, a brow raised. "Man, that was /cheese/." The
Shadow Lord shakes his head and looks at the book. "Don't look so
scary," he mumbles, shrugging. "Ready."

Touch Deer glances at Cass without smiling. His attention is on the
circle and Andrea, mostly.

Merin glances at JJ, and then nods, as if to say we'll both take it. She
then prepares to slip sideways.

Andrea glances at David, then says, "Stay. Patrick is on the other side.
If he sees it manifest there, he will call."

JJ Malone gives an unimpressed look at David, then smirks good-naturedly
at her younger packmate. "Have to have something to go with your wine.
Watch yourself, kid," she tosses out, then follows after Merin without
question.

Dana stands where she is, arms crossed at the wrist and hands folded
together in that position, looking from David to Andrea to the rest of
the Garou and back, looking lost and not a little uncertain of things.

Cassandra slides down the tree she leans against to sit at its base,
apparently just waiting for something to happen.

David Cox looks around the circle, then raises his arms, calling, "By
rites ancient and powerful we have prepared this place. By rites
handed down from the priests of Mercury, we call, stir, and summon the
Lords of the Quarters. We call to the Gnome, living in the earth, he
who digs through the earth, granting its goodness of
both wealth and life. We invite you here, Mighty Gnome, and grace us
with your presence." He turns to Andrea and nods slightly.

Touch Deer contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Touch Deer shifts into Crinos form.

Scab-Survivor takes the warform after David speaks, set for whatever
occurs.

Andrea does as David did, turning to light the candle behind her as she
readies the call. She opens her hands to both sides, and tilts her
face up. "We call to the quarters, to bind what should not have been
loosed to the depths of unlight, to banish it from the land of the sun.
We call to the Undine, dweller of the deep waters, those that swim in
the dark places and ride the towering waves. We invite you here,
Honored Undine, and grace us with your presence."

Dillan listens intently to the other two, pausing longer than either
before starting his own summoning. "Uh, right." Auspiscious begining.
"'k, so, like, Big Sal an da Fire, we be jackin' fo yo presence in the
crib. Uh, place be chillin', ready to throw down and show down, no
time to slow down. So, c'mon down, we be ready for both the OG's in
the place."

A grin spreads across Cassandra's face as she listens to this, but she
does manage to stifle a laugh.

Scab-Survivor's head turns, slowly, to regard the young Shadow Lord with
slightly-masked confusion.

Dana seems taken aback and momentarily flustered at Dillan's call, and
gives David a quick glance in confusion. Embarressment floods through
her a moment after, and she looks away, eastwards, closing her eyes,
expression smoothing. Calm once more, she takes a deep breath and puts her
arms up, outstretched as if in welcome. Her voice starts, and stays,
soft. "By rites handed down from the priests of Mercury, we call, stir,
and summon the Lords of the Quarters. We call to the Sylph, elusive and
soft, she who travels the currents of wind, granting us solace and life.
We invite you here, Gentle Sylph, and grace us with your presence." Her
summer-blue eyes open then, and she turns to her left to face David,
completing the circle.

David Cox calls out, "And so is the circle complete, and the Rulers of
the Elements stand watch over our working tonight. May they guard us,
and watch as we banish this beast to the nether Hells." He turns his
attention to the book, calling out, "In the name of the bene elohim, I
abjure you to come out of that which binds you to this world!" He
reaches into a pocket, and pulls out a flint knife.

The book quivers and rocks slightly where it sits.

Scab-Survivor tenses and shifts to a slight crouch, claws out in front.

JJ Malone tenses and shifts on the balls of her feet experimentally,
eyes actively scanning the treeline with keyed-up tension.

Cassandra stands up, mock-casually, and begins stretching out a bit,
eyes on the book.

Andrea pulls from her own multi-colored pouch wire shaped into a
multi-spoked wheel. At the center hub, a sharp end of metal pokes on
either side. The theurge bloods her right forefinger on the wheel,
saying, "In the name of the shinanim, I abjure you to come out of that
which binds you to the world."

Dillan just shakes his head, a little dubious. He retreives a glow-rod
from a jacket pocket, looping it around a wrist. "In the name of the
Tar-shin-im," the Shadow Lord takes his time with the unfamiliar word,
"step up to the plate, bitch."

Dana slips her hand into her pockets, pulling out, of all things, a set
of keys. Again, with embarrassment, she lifts the keys and faces east,
shaking them. In the growing solemnity of the ritual, the eerie,
jingling noise is appropriate counterpoint to her gently imploring voice.
"In the name of the hayyoth, I abjure you to come out of that which binds
you to the world."

David Cox lifts his arms again, flint knife still in his right hand, and
cries out, "In the names of these orders are you called out. By the
holy sefiroth of Geburah, Tiphereth, Netzach, and Hod, I command you,
Dri'hrathi'razean, out of that tome and send you back to the Nether Hells
from whence you came!" With the last, David slices across his own left
palm and flicks some of the blood towards the book, along with a vial of
water he pulls from another pocket.

No flash of thunder accompanies the culmination of the breaking of the
binding. Instead, a more subtle affect begins to evidence itself. A
slow, seeping shadow starts to bleed from the book and after a few
moments begins to coalesce above it into an amorphous mass that hisses in
sibilant tones of hatred and hunger.

Scab-Survivor looks quickly in Quiet's direction, for some indication
that it's time to attack.

JJ Malone glances back over her shoulder, hands tightening around her
gun even as she holds it down and at the ready, looking to Merin.
Merin, like Scab-Survivor, seems to be looking to Quiet for what to
do.

Andrea holds up one hand as the spirit comes together, indicating the
fighters should wait until the thing has fully come out.

Scab-Survivor flexes his scarred claws slowly in anticipation.

As the creature of shadow begins to form, vaguely bipedal in shape and
about seven feet tall, it's hissing voice flares with hatred as what
one can imagine is it's head turns over the clearing and stops to rest
on the young, blonde haired mage. It almost seems ready to throw itself
at her, but holds back, saying,"Wait, children of Luna. I know of what
you attempt here. But there is something I hold that is worth more to you
than my destruction."

Scab-Survivor is a pitbull on a leash, and that leash is Quiet. With a
word or nod, he will very clearly leap at the thing.

Dana takes an involuntary step backwards as the thing's gaze comes to
rest on her, fingers convulsing around her keys reflexively, knuckles
turning white.

David Cox mutters, "Why do the damned things always want to bargain?"
Louder, he calls out, "By Tzaphqiel, archangel of the sephira of
Binah, Ruler of Understanding, speak clearly, before you are returned
to your home in disgrace."

Dillan ventures a guess before any of the other Garou. "Crack?" he asks,
voice laced with discernable sarcasm.

It says quickly, the shadows that compose the demon's form writhing like
sinewous snakes,"The key to defeating the enemy of the Children of
Luna. Their Enemy is not my master. My Lady seeks to destroy it as
well."

Cassandra rolls her eyes, snorting laughter at Dillan's suggestion.
"Yup, he's on it all right."

JJ Malone seems about to speak up, and barely catches herself, eyes
sweeping around the rest of the forest in addition to keeping some of
her attention on the thing at the center.

David Cox raises an eyebrow, but calls, "By Gabriel, archangel of the
sefira Yesod, the Foundation of knowledge, of which enemy do you
speak?"

It replies sibilantly,"The Father of Three Faces."

Scab-Survivor snarls under his breath, obviously not happy with this
turn of events.

Cassandra leans back against the tree, folding her arms across her
chest. She shoots a look over at the Crinosed Ahroun, then at the
mages. "He talkin' about the Wyrm? I'd love t'know, but not enough
t'be willing t'deal with a demon fer it. Like cuttin' a deal with pushers."

Dana, still clutching the keys in her hand, unconsciously wraps her arms
around her torso, holding her chin up and looking at the tall demon in
a show of bravado that is obvious to anyone perceptive to it.

JJ Malone growls lowly at Cassandra's final comment, a muscle of her jaw
twitching with the effort to rein in the flare of anger.

David Cox snorts. "No deal, demon. One can sell one's soul to Evil
regardless of the face it wears, and the ends never justify those
means." His voice rises into more of a cadence, more his ritual voice
than conversational. "I call upon Raziel, ruler of Chockmah, the Holy
Wisdom, and upon Michael, General of the Armies of the
Lord, to bind thee fast and hold thee where thou canst not devour the
innocent of this world."

It starts back a little bit, heading turning to Dana again, it's
movements quick and angry before the names David speaks brings it's
head around like a summoning. Enraged, it starts towards him,
bellowing,"Then you will die!"

Dillan reaches for his back. "Shit, I got a gat, I'll drop a cap in gee
and end it right here." He looks to David, awaiting a go-ahead. "And
that seems like a good reason," he comments, hearing the death
threats.

David Cox nods hastily at Dillan before nodding at Andrea, who
continues, "By the seven angels of punishment, the malake habbalah, by
Kushiel, Lahatiel, Shoftiel, Makatiel, Hutriel, Puriel, and Rogziel, I
call the power of Geburah, the Strength of punishment, upon the binding,
to keep you from the innocents of this world!" She flings the slightly
bloody spiked wheel at the thing, almost like a shuriken.

Scab-Survivor lowers himself quickly for a pounce, waiting for the
signal.

Cassandra straightens up, grinning unpleasantly. "Welcome to the ball,
lords and ladies. The dancing will begin shortly." She shifts down to
the near-wolf and looks at Andrea and David for their signal.
Cassandra contorts and blurs as she is transformed.

You shift into Hispo form.

On cue, Dillan starts emptying his Glock 9mm into the demon, hoping JJ's
earlier quote proves to be useful. The theurge fires off three quick
shots.

Weapons thunder as Garou claws and teeth strike in concert. The Wendigo
and Fury are thrown back and away by mighty, heavy limbed blows. The
Wendigo's wounds painfully reopen as he slams into the ground. The members
of Untouchables continue to unload lead into the beast, but it only
seems to slow it down slightly. As the beast approachs David, the members
of the Fog pack move to the traditional war form, and drive it back.
It hesitates under the flurry of blows, screaming with rage. Then, with
lightning speed it moves for the other Mage present, to whom the path is
far more clear.

Scab-Survivor snarls in frustration at the scars which have reoppened,
and makes a leap for the beast again.

Amidst the chaos, shooting, and fighting, David calls out clearly, "By
Metatron, sustainer of mankind, and Camael, minister of divine
justice, I call upon the wrath to send you back from whence you came!"
Once again, he flicks his own blood towards the demon.

Mark-Of-Thorns too snarls as she rolls to her feet, the sound
unmistakably threatening. She means business, now, racing up to the
demon and throwing herself at it, seeking a hold with strong jaws.

At the west, Andrea yells out, "By Soqed Hozi, appointed by God to the
Sword, I tell you to stand fast, demon, and be punished!"

The demon manages to to break free of the three Garou it's currently
engaged with though the Glasswalker makes it pay with a powerful swipe
that lands before it can break away. The sprint after the creature as
it reachs the edge of the circle. Its claws wipe towards Dana's
midsection, threatening to cut her in two. The young blonde manages to
dart to the side at the last moment, and the blow only opens relatively
shallow cuts along her ribcage. It pulls up short in that swipe do both
to some unseen force and the Black Fury slamming into it, though it leaves
Dana's shirt torn and blooded as the wounds flow freely. The young mage
keeps her feet and stands her ground though as the demon locks dead still,
snarling in rage and pain as shadows start to unravel from it. Then, the
Garou begin to tear into it with a vengeance. Shadow and spirit flesh flies
as claws rend and destroy in Gaia's name. Within momemts, both the unseen
forces and then more tangible ones of the Garou's assualt destroy the
spirit, turning it form to nothingness. It lets out a loud, long, desolate
howl that echos into the night and leaves those that hear it with a chill in
their bones they can't shake til the sun rises again.

Thr four around the circle take the time to dismiss and thank the Rulers
of the Quarters, though the circle seems to have been already well and
truly broken, between the demon & the other Garou. David takes a deep
breath and shakes his head. "Nasty brute."

Mark-Of-Thorns shifts up to homid and looks around, making a face. "Son
of a bitch. I was curious, but I ain't stupid."
Mark-Of-Thorns contorts and blurs as she is transformed.

You shift into Homid form.

Dillan shifts back down to homid, screams and bitches about something
hurting a fuck of a lot, and goes back to Glabro. The theurge doesn't
look as bad off as his complaints would suggest. "Ow."

Cassandra walks over to the mages' circle. "Yeah. Ow. Son of a bitch,"
she repeats. "Everybody cool?"

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