summons the inferno, mourned by flame.

[Sixteen shades] It all starts with a tortoise shell bruise
Eight shades of black
Eight shades of blue-

This is how Eve recruits packmates, because Eve is... well... Eve. Eve doesn't know how to function when things are not violent and things do not have some element of prowess and dominance. She was recruited to her pack with a particularly interesting pitch: you look like someone who is willing to die, and the south side needs protection.

She didn't approach Remy because he looked like he wanted to die, she approached him because...

Fuck, who really cares. It doesn't place them anywhere except where they are right now- an alleyway in the Bronze. With Joey gone, Defiance territory is split clear in half- Eve takes the south and Hunter takes the north. Rather, Eve takes whatever the fuck she wants and pulls double duty on patrols because that's how she works.

Sixteen shades
of black and blue.
I'll beat you black
I'll beat you blue
Sixteen shades of black and blue
I'll beat you black
I'll beat you blue.

She had a specific thought in mind, there was something going on in some manufacturing warehouse and she wanted to see how Remy handled. Or, fuck who knows, maybe he was just in the right place and right time an felt so inclined to massacre things.

They're outside a warehouse, and inside there is an eerie yellow glow. This is the Bronze. no cute little posh shops for them. This smells like sulfur and it burns their eyes. The building is crumbling. The glass is broken. On the wind, they catch a whiff of what smells vaguely of bacon. The sun hasn't come up yet.

We open our scene here. On the streets by a warehouse, because it always begins with a warehouse

[Remy] Remy crouches. He runs his fingers over the cold dirt, then dabs his thumb to his tongue. Spits a second later, standing.

"Foul," he pronounces. "I'm betting that's not bacon we're smelling. Lemme call up a friend or two and we'll head on in."

[let's summon a fire elemental! difficulties and whatnot up to you!]

[Sixteen shades] [difficulty is going to be
7 to pierce the gauntlet, summoning is a 5 (because there's FIRE in there!)]

[Remy] [gnosis!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 5 at target 7)

[Remy] [summon!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 5, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 5 at target 5)

[Remy] [plz to be friendly?]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Remy] [fuck, he's a beast.]

[Remy] Remy's not the sort of Theurge who meditates all day and contemplates Gaia's navel all night. He's raw, rough, physical. It took him eight fuckin' years to finish his Fostering because he just wouldn't pay attention to crap about the enigmatic spirits, the spheres of existence, the far reaches of the Umbra. Preferred to spend his time getting big, getting tough. Preferred to spend his time running with spirits of the hunt, roughhousing with spirits of the battle.

Doesn't mean he's not a good fuckin' Godi when he puts his mind to it, though. Doesn't mean, when that Fire Elemental manifests in 0.2 seconds, he doesn't all but fistbump it.

"Hrrrhharh, my brother. How you been, man?" He jerks his head at the warehouse. "Care to give us a hand? Think they've been using your powers to ill ends. Fenris knows what they're cooking in there, right?"

[Sixteen shades] Fire needs fuel.

This is fire's nature, and Remy has no problems piercing the gauntlet- it's not as thick as he would have originally anticipated. Strange for a scab, but we digress. (we don't digress, this is important). but the fire comes. A nearby trashcan goes alight with flame, paper bags catch fire and plastic rumples and it erupts.

it leaps from place to place. From the first trashcan to the second, and down the way, it manifests as little more than a physical representation of flame. It bumps Remy's first and is more than elated to see him. The hairs on his arm don't even burn, though fire seems to be happy enough that he might singe a perfect, perfect eyebrow.

"I get to burn later, yes?" it means the building. Remy knows it means the building because it's all but hopping with excitement there.

Eve just... well... stares and finds her shoes interesting. The theurge and the spirit burble. The philodox, is making sure she's ready to go.

[Remy] "You bet," Remy replies cheerfully, "right down to the ground. And I'll burn a trophy to your name too when we get back to the Caern. And I mean your name, not 'Great Fire Elemental' or some such shit."

He looks over to Eve then. Jerks his head toward the building.

"I'm good to go. You want a soak talen or something before we head in?"

[Sixteen shades] "Might need it," she tells him, "I don't heal like y'all."

Which is to say, she heals like kinfolk. It takes weeks to heal what should take a short amount of time. Eve looks at him and shrugs her coat off. She leaves it by the trashcan... and it promptly finds itself as fuel for an overzealous elemental.

The philodox frowns.

She nods to the male and looks around.

"Let's take a side entrance, see if you can get fire to be some kind of diversion as well as an ally."

--

inside, the smell is growing unbearable, and they can hear the cracklign of flames. Beyond that, they can hear... meowing. A cat passes intot he building, brushes against Remy's leg and continues on inward to the warehouse. it meows, but something about the sound doesn't sound like it's quite normal. They've no doubt both heard things that are wyrm tainted, fed something that caused some blight to take root in their hearts and prey on weaknesses.

There are several means by which one can enter the warehouse- there is a way to access through the roof, though the structural integrity of the roof and the fire escape is debatable. The bay door that they're standing by is large, and half cracked. It's easy to get into, sure, but the entrance seems far too obvious. Neither party can quite tell if there is a second entrance.

[if you wanna try and sneak in, gimme a dex+stealth, if not? I say we push in and rock this]

[Remy] [-1wp to resist pain. -1gn to soak talen, +3.]

"Pffft. What are you, some sorta pussy?" He flips Eve a soak talen -- it's ... an oyster cracker. Apparently she's supposed to eat it, because he munches one himself. Then he rotates his arms in his shoulder cuffs once or twice, like a pitcher warming up. "No pain, no gain. No risk, no glory. OORAH!"

And on that note, Remy -- fire elemental probably crackling happily in tow -- charges the bay doors.

[Sixteen shades] "I'm frickin' metis," you can practically hear her say dumbass at the end of it. No, no, you actually can hear the dumbass at the end. Eve rolls her eyes, shoves an oyster cracker in her mouth like it's snack time and it's off she goes. She can't help but grin, though. Her coat's on fire, so it's not like the metis is going to need that anymore.

And in they go, gun's-a-blazin'.

[-1 G, +3 soak, -1 WP, Resist pain!]

... Into a room full of homeless people. Two are huddled by a trashcan with a limb precariously sticking out of it. They look like relatively normal homeless people. Bundled-up, crazy-eyed, looking at the fire like it was their livelihood. Like it was their link to the real world. Maybe it was. Everywhere, though, there are cats. Fat tabbys and poorly fed scrapping things with torn ears and bitter yowling meows.

They rub against the legs of the occasional homeless person while a woman with a shopping cart huddles in the corner and pours out food for them.

They'd rather take little bits of well-toned, tanned and burning leg from the men at the trashcan.

[Inits!]

[Sixteen shades] [please use your form mods!]

[Remy] +9 -- argh, sorry, server's being shitty.
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Eve: 7+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Sixteen shades] Bag Lady: +9
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Sixteen shades] Larry: +6
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Sixteen shades] preacher man: +7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[Sixteen shades] Cat et al: +7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Remy] Fiyah! +7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Eve
Cats (x3)
Preacher
Larry
Remy
Fire
Bag Lady

[Remy] [psst, isn't eve at the bottom?]

[Sixteen shades] It's posted reverse order. Whoever has to declare first is at the top

[Remy] [ohhh hurr. i get it!]

[Sixteen shades] [I post it weird, no worries]

[Sixteen shades] Eve is too busy rolling her eyes, but the female does spend some time getting her head in the game, the female doesn't even notice the cats. She does, however, take a lunge at the biggest, scariest mother fucker there, claws bared, teeth bared, and latches on

[reflexive: shift to crinos (yay breed form!)
1a: claw Larry
1b: Bite his ass
r1: bite and shake head like a rag roll (just biting, but good for imagery)
r2: aaaaand another claw because Larry looks tasty

The cats, however, are more happy to launch themselves at Remy and try to go at his ankles
Cat 1: claw
Cat 2: Claw
Cat 3: Claw!

The Preacherman doesn't look away from the fire, but he does look at the Godi long enough to really... really give him a look. Something pushes on his mind.

It's unpleasant.
1: Corruption (Remy!)

Larry, being a displeased fuck, turns on the philodox and opens his too large, rotting mouth and attempts to bite her before she has the chance to do any real damage.
1a: Bite Eve
1b: Bite again
R1: SERIOUSLY bite

[Remy] [Remy: 1a. let's bite larry too!
b. again!
R1. one more time!
R2. and once for the road!

Fire:
FWOOM! Blast Preacherman.]

[Sixteen shades] Bag Lady
1a: dawn a shotgun
1b: Shooooot Remy (pow pow!)

[Sixteen shades] 1a: pull
1b: Pow pow, -3
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6) [WP]

[Sixteen shades] Damage, 8+5
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

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

[Remy] 1a. chomp larry! -2 dice
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 6, 6, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2

[Remy] [+2 dam]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Remy] ...+2. I'm an idiot.
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Larry: SOAK!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Remy] b. and chomp! -3
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 6, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5) Re-rolls: 2

[Remy] [+3!]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 5, 5, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] OW
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Remy] Fire: FWOOM! on da Preacha.
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 6, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Preacherman soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Larry: RAR, -2
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Sixteen shades] Damage:
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 3, 3, 7, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Eve: Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 7, 7, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Laddyman: NO REALLY RAR
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 3, 8 (Success x 1 at target 5)

[Sixteen shades] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Eve: soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Preacherman: Corruption
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5)

[Remy] [THIS'LL TOTALLY WORK!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Remy] O_O!!!

[Sixteen shades] [suggestion: Attack her (meaning Eve)\
to Remy

[Sixteen shades] Cat 1: claw Remy
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 4, 6, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Cat 2: same thing
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] damage
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Remy] damn cat!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Cat 3, same thing!
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Remy] [THIS IS WHY I'M NEVER GETTING A PET CAT!]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 4, 4, 7, 7, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Eve: Bite larry
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Remy] [....I'M SORRY SID AND SPAZ! i was speaking for my character! DDDD:]

[Sixteen shades] Damage:
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Larry: soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Larry: X_X

[Sixteen shades] Action change: claw Preacher Man, +1 diff
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 7, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[Sixteen shades] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Soak?
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Remy] R1. Let's chomp the preacher man!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5) Re-rolls: 3

[Remy] [+3]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Remy] [WP roll!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] [Okay! Now, preachersoak]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Remy] [WP!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 2, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Remy] R2. chomp again!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Remy] [+3]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Preacherman soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Preacherman: X_X

[Remy] [done with all actions on my end, remy and fire!]

[Sixteen shades] Eve: Uh... claw a cat? +1 diff
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7)

[Sixteen shades] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Cat1: Overkill X_X

[Sixteen shades] Aaaand another claw on a cat
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7)

[Sixteen shades] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 5, 7, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] okay! Next Round!

Eve: ^_^
Cat 1: X_X
Cat 2: 2 agg
Cat 3: Good
Cat 4: WTF is going on (entry)
Cat 5: OMG People! (entry)
Larry: X_X
Preacherman: X_X
Remy: 5 agg
Bag Lady: ^_^

[Sixteen shades] Eve: SERIOUSLY WTF IS WITH THESE CATS (claw any and all cats)
1a:
1b
r1:

Cat 3: Claw Remy
Cat 4: Claw Remy
Cat 5: Claw Remy (because he's INJURED! TAKE ONE OUT WITH YOU!)

[Sixteen shades] Cat 2: Claw Eve! Called shot to the face!

[Remy] Remy:
1a. NOM a baglady!
b. NOM her again!
R1. NOM.
R2. NOM. (burp)

Fire:
HEE HEE. CATS BURN NICE. FWOOM! -- whichever cat looks like it burns nicest.

[Sixteen shades] Bag Lady: Shotgun to the face (point blank range, Remy is close enough to bite!)

[Sixteen shades] [BAM]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 9 (Success x 1 at target 4) [WP]

[Sixteen shades] [SERIOSLY?!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Remy] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Remy] [HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE *LOL*]

[Remy] [Rage!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 6 (Failure at target 8) [WP]

[Remy] x_X

[Sixteen shades] Cat 1: Claw tothe face (called shot, sorry Eve)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 8) [WP]

[Remy] [Fire changes action:
DDDDD:! MY FREND! *sets as much shit on fire as possible*

-- you decide how to do that effect!]

[Sixteen shades] [Fire, roll 3 d10's and I'll roll d10's to compensate. If something rolls the same number as your rolls, then you roll blast charm

[Sixteen shades] Damage +2 for the face
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Eve: OW!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Remy] [1st!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Remy] [2nd!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2 (Failure at target 6)

[Remy] [3rd!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Cat 2:
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Sixteen shades] Cat 3
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8

[Sixteen shades] Cat 4
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10

[Sixteen shades] Cat 5
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Sixteen shades] Eve
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Sixteen shades] Bag Lady
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[Remy] [it's like spirit roulette. *LOL* FWOOM on cat 4!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Remy] [oh kahseeno, you stingy whore!]

[Sixteen shades] Cats don't soak fire.

[Remy] [fire's done, btw! back to the cats!]

[Remy] [oh. fire: blast to building! i'm really pissed!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Remy] [really really pissed!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] cat 3: Clawing Eve
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 7)

[Sixteen shades] Cat:
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Cat 4:
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 7) [WP]

[Sixteen shades] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 7, 7, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Eve soak
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Cat:
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 7) [WP]

[Sixteen shades] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 6, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Eve: AUGH FUCKING CATS, (claw cat 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Soak?
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] (Eve: perm rage, not cool)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 7)

[Sixteen shades] Eve: TRYING AGAIN, +1 diff
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 4, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7) [WP]

[Sixteen shades] damage
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Cat 2: Soak?
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 2, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] rage 1: cat 3
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 7)

[Sixteen shades] damage
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Cat 3 soak
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Eve: NO AGAIN
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 7, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7)

[Sixteen shades] DIE
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] cat: Mow.
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 4, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Next round *headdesk*

[Sixteen shades] Eve: 1 agg
bag lady: okay
Cat 3: 3 agg
Cat 4: 1 agg
Cat 5: OK

[Sixteen shades] Cats: all claws on Eve
Eve:
1a: claw cat 3
1b: bite cat 3
1c: bite cat 4
r1: Go claw Bag Lady
Bag Lady: SHOOT THAT BITCH

[Sixteen shades] Bag lady: BAM!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) [WP]

[Sixteen shades] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] eve: Fuuu!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5 (Botch x 4 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Cat 3: Claw Eve
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Damage:
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 6, 7, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Soak:
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Cat 4: Claw Eve
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Damage:
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Soak:
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 6, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] [Fuck. Rage back -_-]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 8) [WP]

[Sixteen shades] Cat 5: Claw
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Eve: Die fucking cat 5 (hispobite, because Eve frenzies in hispo)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Sixteen shades] Damage,
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 4, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Cat: soak?
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Cat 5: incap

[Sixteen shades] And... uh... bite that other cat, too. Cat 4
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Sixteen shades] damage
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Cat 4: soak?
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 2, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Cat 4: X_X

[Sixteen shades] okay, I'm gonna call for a reinit

[Sixteen shades] Eve: 8+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10

[Sixteen shades] Bag lady: +9
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8

[Sixteen shades] Cat: +7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Sixteen shades] Odds, bag lady. Evens, cat.
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10

[Sixteen shades] Eve: eat the cat!
r1: eat whatever is left
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[Sixteen shades] erm.
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 5, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Soak?
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Remaining cat: X_X

[Sixteen shades] bag Lady: pow pow?
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 6, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Damage
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] aaaand now you get to eat the bag lady
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 5) [WP]

[Sixteen shades] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 16 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] bag lady: soak?
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Eve: seriously. eat the bag lady.

Bag lady: fuuuuuckshootit.

[Sixteen shades] Bite?
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Sixteen shades] damage
Dice Rolled:[ 14 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 8 at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] Soak?
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Sixteen shades] He didn’t have a name. He probably still won’t have a name, save for the one that fire gives him. The battle starts as it should for any Fenrir. Remy charges in to battle and takes the vanguard. At that moment, the world cares little for his companion- Bone Gnawers are worth little note, and this is the reason why.

Remy is a force to be reckoned with. Remy- pretty boy- that cliath with no name who took eight years to get through his fostering because he grew up lean and he grew up tough and he grew up trying to push through and be anything but whatever the Hell it was that he was.

It’s easy to discount him as a bad Godi, because people have some preconceived notion in their heads about what it is to be a theurge. He’s supposed to sit on his ass and stare at the stars. He’s supposed to commune with Luna, not this.

This.

He summons fire, and it comes almost immediately embraces him, does his will without having to be told or having to be coerced or making a deal. He only promised fire a building, a place in the caern with its name. Not The Great Flame. This particular gaffling’s name. It’s more than enough to warrant the spirit’s loyalty. But, it isn’t about Flame. Great Flame. The lesser minion of this element. This isn’t Flame’s story.

Remy shifts to hispo and his bones crack and his muscles creak and the spirit flares instead of wanes. What goes on around him is of no importance. His enemies are many. Filth. Vermin who want the world for nothing, who are content to dine on human flesh and feed it all to too many damned cats. Fat tabbies and arrogant barnyard strays. While the woman with the shotgun is pumping her shotgun, the Fenrir is taking a bite of the surly man with the gaping maw and the distended belly full of Girl Scout Cookies made with Real Girl Scouts. A man whose hands in life had no doubt caressed chicken wings like lovers whose hunger was now voracious.

He lets out a howl of pain, while Remy lets out a howl of victory. It’s in his eyes, in every inch of his breeding. Remy takes an even larger bite out of their common foe- the one that would have no doubt cleaved his Bone Gnawer companion in two. The companion who spends too much of her time worried about dealing with cats instead of their true enemies.

Without the might of a totem, without the strength of some great patron, he continues on. The cats claw at his heels and he barely flinches, doesn’t notice, because it is beneath his notice. Because he is Remy Marcel de Tournieres. Because he is a son of Fenris who was unworthy of a name, save for the one he was born with. Even then, he is strong. Even then, he is a creature of purpose.

Flame does his bidding, just as the street preacher- a man whose hands had no doubt caressed too many altar boys and cast the devil out- gazed at Remy. He hears a suggestion in his head, a powerful one, but not enough to shake him. Not enough to do anything except make the Fenrir turn his attention on the male with his dusky skin and his cold, limp fingers and-

The priest’s shift lights aflame. The gaffling of fire does its job and the preacherman screams. It’s a terrible wyrm-tainted sound that gurgles and then stops when Remy tears off an arm, crushes his chest, wears his guts and turns his attention on a heavier hitter while his supposed ally has her attention on something piddly like cats.

There’s more of them, now.

Remy charges the woman with the shotgun. Her eyes widen and her grip tightens. She levels it at him and waits until his muzzle is right there. He can taste her tainted blood, he can see the lines on her face and her lack of teeth and where meth and the wyrm ravaged her face. She’s old, now. She was probably pretty back when Reagan was president, but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter because she pumps the shotgun, and pulls the trigger.

He doesn’t have a name. He wasn’t called anything but Prettyboy and he broke bones over more than that. People might have accused him of not being a good Godi but the spirits came to him. War understood him and welcomed him with open arms. He knew, bled, breathed, and understood his rage. It was his own. As close a companion as Flame. As much a part of him as his blood.

The shotgun pumps, and fires, and he’s not thinking about the loves of his life or anything sentimental. He’s Fenrir. His mind is in the battle, his being is in the battle, and his muscles and heart and everything tells him it isn’t over.

He falls, a half headless, homid corpse.

The gaffling turns, and notes his dead body.

No, is all the gaffling things. This if flame, its nature is to burn and destroy and from that destruction things can come anew. Flame cleanses. Flame brings purity and catharsis and new beginnings. Fire is sacred destruction. It is a spirit, it cares only for destruction.

Seeing its friend, it’s companion, its leader fall, the spirit

Loses it.

The walls erupt in flame, a cat smells like nothing but burning hair and bubbling meat. Something behind a pallet of trash howls. The walls begin to catch fire, smoke comes forth and the delicate pieces of the glass crack and break. More cats come forth, but they are the survivors. The world goes hazy and smokey, then black. Fire takes what it is promised and consumes.

What happens next isn’t told. The building burns.. and burns… and burns until it is nothing but a dusty brick shell with dead, charred bodies. What’s left of a priest. A fat man, some woman and an indistinct corpse. It’s not pretty. Not at all. There’s the smell of burnt hair. There is no other body to be found. No one bothers to look at the bodies, and even then there wasn’t enough left of them to identify them.

This building reflects in the umbra, across some half tangible brick wall, there is a name. It burns.

Summons the Inferno
Mourned by flame
Son of Fenris.

Someone will find Remy’s body, flame will make sure of it.

And woe to those who call him pretty boy.

amen.

[Sofie Janssen] The young woman hasn't made all that many friends amongst those that call this place their home. Staff, on the other hand, find her courteous enough. She's opinionated, sure, but only when it's asked of her. For awhile now she's kept her head down. She's one of few that keeps regular hours, here when it's night fall, gone when it's daylight.

The last two days she hasn't been down to eat at the tables at the restaurant, nor has she taken food up to the common room, and had to excuse herself from helping out with any dish-washing, floor mopping and otherwise. The girl was sick and had only crawled out at random intervals to watch some television when there's nobody around, taken herself up to the roof for fresh air, and, more frequently, her trips to the bathroom.

She's in the bathroom now, standing in a pair of loose shorts and a tank, rinsing out a wash in the cold water, having wiping it over her face. In the mirror she inspects her face, her milky complexion paler overall. The dark shadows under her eyes are made deeper by the paleness of her iris. "Ugh," she tells herself, "you look like shit, girl."

[Remy] It's always awesome when you're talking to yourself -- especially while sick, especially if there's a chance you just threw up miserably a minute ago -- and you think you're alone and unobserved and no one's around to hear how sick, whimpery and dying-animal you sound... and then there's a FLUSH from one of the stalls in the back.

Remy comes out. They've shared the same living quarters for weeks, if not months, but this might literally be the first time they've seen each other here. "Yep," he agrees matter of factly. "You do indeed." And he punches one of the auto-shut taps on, washing his hands.

It doesn't help that Remy does not, in fact, look like shit; may well be physically incapable of looking like shit. He's wearing shorts and flipflops, no shirt -- possibly because it's so cold outside it's nice to be warm inside; probably because it's the middle of the night and he's going to bed soon and/or is getting up mid-sleep; also very possibly because of what they say about having it and flaunting it. Mirrored, it's almost overwhelming: two images of underwear-model physical perfection, all sharp-edged jawlines and thick shoulders, v-shaped torso. A few months in Chicago, a few crushing victories in combat and god knows how many random one night stands with smitten girls, and he seems to have lost whatever insecurity that pretty mug of his gave him. He splashes water on his face, scrubs, then he straightens to shake water off his hands and get a paper towel.

"Not because you tried to bite my fomor-gunky hand, is it? Because if it is," he pauses to wipe his face on the paper towel before bunching it up and tossing it, "you totally deserve it."

[Sofie Janssen] That is not the sound she wants to hear. A flushing toilet tells her someone else has been in here all this time and she's been too wrapped up in her own damn misery that her sense of ... well, anything has been shot to shit. She's looking in the direction of the stall when Remy walks out. Her stomach sinks through the floor, does a flop that threatens more bile, and surges up her throat. Swallowing the acid down, she leans her hands on the basin and looks down the drain.

It's a good chance she's going to hurl, and a better chance that the flush splotching its way up her neck has everything to do with being embarrassed. And embarrassment? That doesn't sit very well with this Kinfolk. Any Get of Fenris, really. So it's to do with anger too.

But fuck that, she's not feeling up to ranting. Good thing, too, that he's mentioning that bite she gave him. "Ugh," is about the only sound she manages.

Earlier, while bringing up nothing from her cramping stomach, he'd heard that she swears quite proficiently. Apparently she doesn't like fucking city food and has a habit of swearing at her body, thinking it's a [i]useless piece of shit[i]. This was between spouts of uncontrolled, choking, gags - the sort where there's just nothing to bring up anymore, but the guts decides it needs to expel whatever it can. It's that painful sort - for humans.

"It's not." Blowing out a steadying breath, she catches a look at him in the mirror while he's tossing paper towards the bin. "And you deserved it. What were you thinkin', putting that filthy hand on me anyway?" So, sick also means snappy.

[Remy] "Oh, I don't know," Remy says, smirking, "maybe I was thinking if I didn't keep you quiet you'd yell bloody murder, cuss me out, and alert every fomor in a ten-mile radius that we were there. And don't tell me you wouldn't have."

Someone left a tumbler on the row of sinks marching down the middle of BroHo's bathroom. Remy picks it up, fills it with cold water, and hands it to Sofie to rinse her mouth with.

"What'd you eat, anyway?"

[Sofie Janssen] On a better day, she'd argue. She can't say that she wouldn't have either. He's pegged her right in that, so instead of disagreeing, she takes the water from him with a little graciousness conveyed more in the way she looks at him then in her silence.

Two gulps later, both swished in her mouth and spat back into the sink, and she's rinsing out the sink before refilling her glass and answering his question. "I dunno." Leaving the water to shut off itself, she takes the cloth in one hand and the glass in the other, stepping back from the basin.

"I went out with some friends, some buffet, followed by a movie, followed by a thing at someone's house," she tells him, vague on the details, only because she can't figure out what it was she ate that made her body reject it so badly. Her fair brows are drawn into this constant frown, something she's been wearing on and off for as long as she's been sick. Sofie doesn't get sick often. By the look of her height, and the way that her long limbs are filled with lean straps of muscles, she's an active lifestyle. She's always so cautious about what she eats - he remembers her asking him to smell the fish, lecturing about mega food corporations, and how the city lacked absolutely anything organic and fitting to put in anyone's mouth. Those sorts of rants are her absolute favourites.

"Say," she begins, shifting her weight onto a back foot, seemingly oblivious to the fact he's half naked, and she's in the least clothes he's seen her in, "you could tell me if I'm Wyrm tainted, right?" Sofie tries not to sound as stress as she looks. But she's one of the most honest people that there is, incapable of disguising must of anything from the surface.

[Sofie Janssen] [wow, serious typos. please ignore.]

[Remy] Remy scoffs a little at that. When she finishes rinsing her mouth, he takes the glass back, rinses it, and then puts it back where it was. Let's hope whatever Sofie has isn't contagious, or whoever owned that cup is going to have a grand old ball in about 48 hours.

He folds his arms then, turning to leaning against the sinks. "Just because I'm a Godi, that means I must have Wyrm-radar, is that it? Sorry to disappoint, but I don't. I could summon a spirit and ask it to check, but frankly, that's a lot of trouble for a little paranoia. I'd rather just douse you with a Cleansing and call it a night.

"Why?" Only now does he get around to asking that all-important question. "Did something happen, or do you feel ... 'off'?"

[Sofie Janssen] Disappointed, because she did think that Godi made him God, she sighed and shrugged, looking over to where he planted the glass he took from her, then back again. "Hello, I've been puking my guts out for the last day and a half," she tells him, irritable.

A hand rubs across her stomach, the other holding the wet cloth loosely in her grip. "I've never had food poisoning before. That's what everyone thinks it is. I aint never been Wyrm tainted either."

Her eyes focus back on him again. There's that frown. It never really went away. "How other than 'off' am I meant to feel?" When that doesn't sound quite right to her own ears, she tries to clarify: "I mean, what symptoms am I looking for?"

[Remy] "You familiar with the Seven Deadly Sins?" Remy's leaning back against the edge of the sink, his feet shoulder-width, weight distributed. He unfolds his arms now, reaching to the side to pick up that glass again. Nudging the tap on with the heel of his hand, he refills it, sets it on the edge of the sink, and dips his fingers in. Flicks a few times. Dips again.

"If you feel an overwhelming urge to indulge in one or more of them, or if you generally feel destructive or just hollowed out, you might want to take a good long look at your recent actions and direction. Maybe let Kora know. But I wouldn't worry about it too much. If you were so deeply tainted a Cleansing wouldn't wash it off, you'd already be spouting a third arm out of your head.

"And speaking of Cleansing -- "

Remy picks up the glass and dashes its contents right in Sofie's face.

[Sofie Janssen] "Well, I have been wanting to push a Kinfolk out of a window now that you men--" Splash!

Jolting at the cold water splashing across her face and dripping right through her top, Sofie drops the cloth on the ground. She holds her arms out as if that will somehow prevent the contamination of water anywhere else on her, and hangs her head forward. It's a priceless, opened mouth moment, before:

"What. The. Fuck!!"

Both hands fly to her face, wiping water from her eyes and leaving them to blink open, glaring in his immediate direction. This time, that redness creeping across her skin, is all to do with a rising tide of fury. "Why the fuck did you do that for!" she shrieked, finding her voice loud and clear.

[Remy] Remy ignores her protests. See, he's not one of those Crescent-Moons who float through life in a haze, who seem to live with one foot in the spirit world at all times, and who seem to consider the spirit world nothing but indistinctness and abstraction. No, he's nothing like that. He's fierce, raw, vital, present. The spirits he draws to him are spirits of raw, visceral things. War. Blood. Wolverines and violence and glory and hawks.

But that doesn't mean he's not a Theurge. It doesn't mean he isn't, in his own way, do his job. Just. He has his own style.

And this is apparently his: dousing a sick kinswoman in freezing water mid-sentence, ignoring her protests, clapping his big hand over her forehead and closing his eyes -- a crude approximation of benediction. It's tongue-in-cheek. One hopes.

"Notre Mère, qui es aux la terre,
Que ton nom soit sanctifié. Amen.

"Nous vous conduisez à partir de nous,
qui que vous soyez,
esprits impurs,
tous les pouvoirs Wyrmiques,
tous les envahisseurs infernale,
tous les légions méchants,
assemblées et les sectes. Amen."

Then he takes his hand off her head, pats her cheek, and gives her a crooked grin. "Did I tell you I went to Catholic school for a few years? True story. Anyway, I just Cleansed you. You can thank me later."

[Remy] -- and on that note, he starts out of the bathroom.

[Sofie Janssen] It's good he's closed his eyes, because Sofie is looking at him like he really is one of those Theurge's that live their lives in a haze, detached from the world and more than slightly insane. Her skin is warm under his touch, damp from the water, but apparently she thinks he must know his (crazy) shit because she stands there, trying to figure out what devil-tongue he's speaking.

Amen?

Once he's done, he pats her cheek and she jerks her face back, swiping a hand at his turning shoulder. "Quit it." Perplexed and wondering what the hell, she watches him walk from the bathroom, feeling no better than when she first came in.

"Thanks Remy!" she hollers after him, and does, despite her previous lack of interest, steal a glance at the v-shape of his torso and the round of his rump before he's gone through the door.

Not long after, the Kinfolk has her wet cloth in hand, and shuts herself in her room.