Yi opens up the basement door, stopping again at the top of the stairs for a brief moment before heading in with some bag of groceries. The slight creak of the wooden boards beneath her are the only indicators of her presence.
Rotem doesn't get up, the repetative chanting can be heard slightly louder as she nears him. "Min--..... Mil--..... Be--". He growls and pauses oncemore, then starts over again. The same chanting.
Yi enters the kitchenette with a silent arch of her eyebrow, inquisitive but unintruding. No need to bother the cub if he's meditating, just as she does occassionally out in the wilds.
Rotem looks nowhere near meditating, he looks on the verge of frenzy to be honest. After each round of chanting he pauses, growls, and starts again. Long distance to Bernie: Yi blinks, not knowing about the joke. Just what's it mean in general.
Yi gently slips some more canned foods into the cupboards and opens the fridge to set a six pack of Cokes in. Again, her silence is all that comes from her towards the cub.
Rotem pauses as he finishes a verse, starting up again in a few moments. "Minus two hundred millon, seven hundred thousand, f-four hundred and three bottles of beer on the wall. Minus two hundred millon, s-seven hundred thousand, ffour hundred and three bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around. Minus t-two hundred millon, seven hundred thousand, f-four hundred and four bottles of beer
Yi blinks at Rotem's... meditative chanting... and shakes her head slowly. She considers tossing out some numbers for the heck of it, but decides against it. Full moons, just don't like being interrupted sometimes.
Rotem pauses and growls. He then continues. "Minus two h-hundred millon, seven hundred thousand, four hundred and four b-bottles of beer on the wall, Minus two h-hundred million, seven h-hundred thousand, four hundred and four bottle of b-beer. Take one down, pass it a-around. Minus two hundred million, s-seven hundred thousand, four hundred and five bottles of beer." He stops for a moment, growls deeply, and then takes a breath.
"You know," Yi begins softly, "You keep counting and the banes are going to die of boredom. Or, they'll take to ripping your throat out."
Rotem growls, sitting up quickly and looking to Yi. "Get me the fuck out of this b-basement! Now. I'm bored out of my m-mind. Send in the mother fucking b-banes, at least it is s-s-something to do!"
Yi doesn't pay much mind to the quick snap, though if one looked close enough the hairs on her neck are half bristled. "There's no way I'm going to let you out tonight. The possibility of you frenzying on some hapless human is too great." She turns, gazing at him cooly. "But if you want to do something, I'll show you some things I know about fighting."
Rotem growls, moving off of the table. "Fine, then I am going out on my own. I Don't fucking care! I am /SICK/ of this god damned mother fucking cock sucking g-god forsaken, basement." He pauses, as if considering if he has left out a single profanity, "Now either let m-me out, or I'm breaking d-down the door."
Yi at this time has been moving out to the center of the main basement room. Stopping right in the middle, she lets her hands remain lax as she stares down Rotem. Or rather, stares up. "You are /not/ going out until you can control yourself. This is a test, you know." Her dark gaze simply measures the cub, determining just how far she'll have to control him.
Rotem curls his fingers into a tight fist, his nails digging into the flesh of his palm. "Let, Me, OUT." He growls and steps towards her. "I don't care if I have to get out of the c-city, I am n-not staying in THIS b-basement. Got it?"
Yi narrows her eyes, keeping them right on the cub. "You're going to keep yourself under control," she says, adding a bit of Persuasion into the mix. "I know you're bored, but now that I am here you can chat with me or something. But we are not going to go outside in your current state of mind."
Nevada pages to Rotem and Yi: There's swishing of the tarp from above. A voice booms out, triumphantly: "Honey, I'm HOME."
Rotem growls still, although he is showing some signs of compromise. "Look, I do n-not wan't to hurt you, but I'm n-not going to st-stay in here one more m-moment. Unless you're planning on h-hooking up a cable TV. Now y-your choice is letting me out and t-t-taking me somewhere secluded, or m-me l-l-leaving and r-roaming the streets.
Yi sighs, a bit out of relief than frustration at the cub. "There's no cable TV here..." She considers quietly.
Rotem growls at her. "Then I'll s-see you when I see y-you." He turns and takes a step towards the door, fists clenched so hard into his palm, that the slightest smell of blood will probably fill the room, if anyone should happen to be in lupus.
Yi holds her ground, calmly though her own hairs are getting to the point of standing on end. "Look. You're a full moon. Right now, that moon is about it's fattest point. If you go out there, the slightest comment from some smartmouth is going to set you off like a match to gasoline." Her narrowed eyes are hard, determined. "I can't let you out, unless I think of some place to go to that we can be safe in, /and/ keep you entertained."
Rotem continues walking towards the door, paying as much attention to Yi as he does to the current price of soybean futures. In other words, none. He climbs several steps and stops at the door.
Several thuds on the stairs. Footsteps. And musical. Tap-dancing, sounds like, for a moment there. There's a few knocks. "Avon calling," a warm tenor voice pipes up.
Rotem steps up till he is pressed against Yi lightly. His fists clenched tightly as ever, he stares down towards her eyes. "Out of my way. Now."
Yi is distracted, as Nevada knocks on the door. Her eyes narrow though, near slits as she cautiously backs up one step towards the door.
"Little pigs, little pigs, let me in," Nevada's voice sing-songs through the door. A pause. "Everything all right in there?"
Rotem growls at Yi. As he does so he steps up the stair that Yi just vacated. "LET ME OUT!" He growls and pulls his hand back only slightly before burying it in her gut.
Yi hasn't all that unfamiliar with sudden strikes, as she coughs up a bit of air in a whoosh. Her teeth grit and she growls lowly, a sound growing in volume as she grows in size. Her glabro form takes over as she kicks Rotem off the stairs, leg coming up to kick him right back in the gut.
Yi contorts and blurs as she is transformed. You shift into Glabro.
Rotem rolls backwards off the stairs, seeming to do a roll backwards and returning to his feet in a single motion. Maybe he has learned something from JR and BC. He shifts to glabro as well, growling and clenching his fists. He starts moving towards Yi oncemore, a fire burning in his eyes. He's getting out, although 'out of the basement' or 'out of conciousness' is the only question.
Rotem contorts and blurs as he is transformed. Rotem shifts into Glabro form.
Yi hops off the stairs, lowering down into a classic Jet-Li style pose, one hand outstretched the other high behind her head. Her own eyes carry a cool demeanor for one about to pound an unruly cub.
Rotem allows Yi to adopt her fighting pose, spending his time in a different manor, namely running headlong into her. He attemps to bodily run her over.
Yi lowers slightly, then leaps up just as Rotem is a pace away. Surprisingly nimble in her small size, her jump takes her high over the charging Rotem's head. Arms reach down as she shifts to crinos in a blur, the extra distance covered as her upward shift allows her claws to grab the back of Rotem's neck. Her return to the ground is accompanied by Rotem as she pulls towards her in a crinosian takedown.
Yi contorts and blurs as she is transformed. You shift into Crinos.
The door opens with a slam, and it isn't the Avon lady standing there. It's a wall of black fur. The stench of smoke hits Glabro senses first -- Wolf-in-Sheeps-Clothing is darkened, somewhat charred. A pitch-black night with blazing red eyes. Black lips curl away from black teeth. There is a hideous growl.
Rotem flips down to the ground, he stumbles back up this time, much less gracefully. He growls out at her "LET ME OUT!" Once more. As he shifts up to crinos he barks and snarls at her, hoping to draw her towards him.
Three-Blades rises to her large paws in one smooth motion. Evidently, she knows her stuff about brawling too. She circles around to block the stairs again, ears back and teeth bared. ~You're not going anywhere, Trouble. Calm down.~ Her tail flicks briefly to signal Sheeps that she has seen him. Her Persuasion continues.
Rotem contorts and blurs as he is transformed. Rotem shifts into Crinos form.
With a rippling growl, Sheeps-Clothing shoves past Three-Blades, sprinting at the cub in a black, rage-fueled streak. He aims low in a lunge, throwing his claws and his body at Rotem's legs.
Three-Blades ends up pushed, but she's pretty wary of anything coming at her and moves quickly as Sheeps rushes past her. ~Just knock him out, try not to use claws!~ She growls as her own massive body maneuvers in.
Trouble greets Sheep's dive with a quickly raised knee. Aiming for his head, although hitting his shoulder. Then, barely a moment after lifting his leg, he lowers his claws into sheeps back, digging them into him, both to keep himself from falling and to injure his opponent.
Sheeps thuds to the floor, the cub's claws in him. They are dug in, near a peculiar, perfectly-straight healed scar between his shoulderblades. Sheeps growls in pain, his claws shooting out to plunge into Rotem's exposed sides before him. He promised himself to be fair to the cub -- to forget what had happened that day. But never forgive. With a twisted-metal sounding shriek of vengeance, the Galliard twists to rip out Trouble's organs.
Three-Blades snarls, though this is where she /has/ to interfere. Her smaller, furry body wedges in between the two crinos and pushes HARD to separate them. ~STOP THIS NOW!~ She roars in command, snapping her muzzle in front of Nevada just a few inches before his snout.
Trouble howls and shrieks out in pain, his already dug in claws ripping straight along Nev's back, and up to his neck, plowing the flesh apart before he falls backwards to the floor from Three's push. As he hits the ground a loud thud can be heard.
Jarred has arrived.
Max has arrived.
The Ragabash's push thuds the now-black Crinos to the floor. Rotem's claws have left red tracks up and across his shoulders and the thick scruff of his neck. The Galliard wrenches his jaws open to a reverberating scream, the cry echoing in the grimy heart of the dead cathedral. On all fours, he lunges the fallen Trouble, his eyes blazing hell-red as his claws streak out into Trouble's stomach.
Clumping footsteps sound from upstairs and approach the stairs, speeding up as the noise reaches the Sanctuary. A muffled curse is heard and Jarred flies down the stairs.
Three-Blades now is taking her chances, meeting a frenzied Nevada head on with only her frame to protect the downed cub. ~SHEEPS, CALM DOWN!~ She snarls as she takes the newly rited cliath's head into her arms and twists. Using her circular momentum and Nevada's straight forward motion, she hurls the crinos straight at the basement's concrete wall.
Jarred contorts and blurs as he is transformed. Jarred shifts into Crinos form.
Song-of-Fury wades in, dammit.
Song-of-Fury says, ~CEASE THIS NONSENSE~
Max heads down the stairs, taking them in three cheerful bounds that go largely unheard given the circumstances in the basement. Max straightens from her last hop, already taking in the relative damage and moving forward with a nonplussed expression. Her gaze flickers from the vulture-fodder cub to Three-Blades and Sheeps. She remains in homid, looking like she's shrunk in the midst of all the crinii.
Trouble lifts his head, looking to the inside of his own body, quite horrified at the display. He is fairly sure that seeing your own internal organs is a Bad Thing (tm). He attempts to slide along the floor towards a wall.
Sheeps cracks into a wall, a dent left in his wake when he slumps to the floor. A low, sizzling growl draws out of him, slurring, before he collapses, eyes rolling up into his head. He reverts, naked, bloodied along the shoulders, a dislodged, cracked and bloodied Crinos tooth or two scattered on the floor in front of him.
Song-of-Fury moves to Trouble and stops him from moving. ~Stop. You will only make it worse.~ He turns his shaggy head to Yi. ~Can you find a Crescent moon?~
Max makes a beeline for Sheeps, stepping over a spot where Gutted-Rotem fell. She sinks to a crouch beside him and casts a measuring look up at Yi. "Okay." Pause. "Not."
Song-of-Fury contorts and blurs as he is transformed. Song-of-Fury shifts into Homid form.
Three-Blades stands amidst the carnage, just absolutely... there's no word for it. Blazing amber eyes flicker from gutted cub to clawed up cliath, and here she is with blood all over her, none of it hers amazingly. Jarred's words fall to nearly deaf ears as she curses, loudly, in a language that nobody but she could possibly understand.
Trouble lays still, falling limp as Song speaks. He groans out, sounding like a pained howl, ~It hurts~
~Let the cub bleed,~ Three-Blades finally snarls out angrily to Jarred. At Max and Nevada she simply growls lowly. ~Came back I see. Lucky you... get a mop.~ She snorts, then adds, ~Please.~
Nevada is, in Aerhardt terms, fucking ceased for the moment. Ten tracks of claws mark up his back and shoulders, plowing through the encompassing poker face-card Jack of Clubs tattoo there. As well as the perfectly straight scar that Max could identify. A few teeth are missing. They're on the floor next to his head.
Rina appears in the doorway leading to the stairs, arriving from above. Rina has arrived.
Jarred stands. "I don't think so, Yi. Remember who you're talking to. He turns back to the cub. "Dammit, boy... what did you do this time? Talk about earning your fucking name..." The Shadow Lord dutifully shoves Trouble intestines back into his abdomen. "Keep. These. Inside. Of. You. ... Are we clear?" He then turns to Nevada, his expression softening a little.
A voice sounds from the stairway, raised a little. "Yo--what's up with the mayhem?"
Three-Blades growls angrily at Jarred. ~I said /Let/ /him/ /bleed/. He deserves it.~ Her head snaps up to the staircase and she lets go another irritated snarl.
Max flickers a narrowed look up at Yi. "Let the puppy do it." She looks back to Nevada and flicks a finger at his ear, a relatively unscathed part of him. "Yo, Hatchet. Suck it up, dude." Her tone is, if anything, diagnostic. "'less you wanna nurse."
Booted footfalls come down the stairs, slowly. Then they abruptly speed up, as the girl reaches a point where she can actually see some of the mayhem in question. "Jesus H. tapdancing Christ," she says quietly. "You guys, um, need help?"
Three-Blades gazes at Rina and snarls, but her attempt goes through with a gutteral, "Mop."
Jarred looks up at the voice. His own is painfully cheerful and very sarcastic. "Rina! Welcome. We were just playing some blood poker. Wanna join in? He holds up two hands covered in Rotem's bodily fluids.
Rina flashes Jarred a taut little smile. "Saright, thanks." She jerks her head toward the stairs. "I got some first aid shit on the bike, we could get some of that bandaged up... want I should go get it?"
Jarred nods. "That'd be nice."
Rina gives Yi a nod, too. "And yeah, I'll give a hand cleanin' up." She glances about the room with a rueful shake of her head. "Be right back. Don't kill each other while I'm gone."
Rina vanishes up the stairwell to the sanctuary. Rina has left.
Three-Blades lets another growl rumble through her frame as she proceeds to the kitchenette a few feet away, opening the fridge and grabbing the packs of Coke she'd bought earlier. Next to the fridge, the relatively small mop compared to her fist, and stomps back into the main room. She opens the Cokes with a pop and pours them over the pooling blood. A crinos using a mop. There's something to see.
Max pushes up from the floor once she's convinced Nevada is alright. Looking from Jarred to Three-Blades and back again she heads back toward the stairs, avoiding the mess on the floor, muttering to herself about puppies getting off easy. Her voice echoes, muffled as she heads up the stairs, ".. in /my/ fucking day .." Then the ragabash is gone.
Max vanishes up the stairwell to the sanctuary. Max has left.
Three-Blades takes the blood sodden mop back to the kitchenette sink, turning on the water to wash it out. She wrings the mop dry with one fist and comes back to continue mopping. ~Stupid cub, I should've throated you while you were still homid...~ comes her low snarl as she glances briefly over to Nevada. With a growling equivalent of a sigh, she lumbers over, picks up the galliard Gnawer and takes him into one of the rooms in the back.
Jarred blinks. "Yi. You might want to shift to homid. I don't believe mopping requires fangs and claws."
Three-Blades contorts and blurs as she is transformed. You shift into Homid.
Trouble groans out at Yi, true to his name, ~Just try it~, his eyes still remaining closed.
Jarred's eyes widen. "Christ... " He walks over to Trouble and grabs him by the scruff of the neck, dragging to the other side of the room from Yi. "If she doesn't, I will, ya little shit. Settle down. You're in no condition to pick fights."
Coming back from the backrooms, Yi is still covered in blood as she comes in to hear Trouble's comment. Her dark eyes blaze. "Just SHUT THE FUCK UP!" She yells as the blood/water/Coke laden mophead comes full circle in a staff-kata like motion to smack Rotem unceremoniously upside the head.
Jarred continues dragging the cub. "See?"
Trouble groans and falls limp now. Only the sound of his breathing can be heard, an occasionall groan coming from his muzzle.
Trouble shifts down to glabro, his form blurring as he does so. He groans out almost incoherently, "I really g-gotta start taking your advice, w-whoever you are."
Jarred looks down at the cub. "I'm God. That's all you need remember about the Shadow Lords. We're legendary powers who can imprison you for a century and a day." He smirks and winks.
Yi snorts as she continues mopping up most of the mess. Stooping down, she picks up what looks at best to be an unidentifiable piece of flesh from one of the two Garou, and moves to deposit this in the trash.
Rina appears in the doorway leading to the stairs, arriving from above. Rina has arrived.
"I'll cull him at the moot later," Yi mutters as she slides the mop back and forth over the floor, wiping up what's left of the splatter quite efficiently before heading towards the kitchen.
Rotem groans, tilting his head to Jarred after hearing Yi's speech. he choughs in pain and mutters, "Hey, don't suppose you're looking for a room m-mate? Seems I'm in d-deep shit. Again.""
"Christ," Rina mutters darkly. She unwraps a gauze pad, and dumps some antiseptic liquid on it. "You who I think you are?" Her eyes narrow as she studies his face.
Jamethon pages to Rina, JaysGMBot, Rotem, Jarred, and Yi: You hear from upstairs the sound of the heavy door closing and the voice of what sounds like, Jamethon, calling out. "Kaz! You here?"
From afar, to Rina, JaysGMBot, Rotem, Yi, and Jamethon, Jarred recognizes the voice. "Down here, Jame..."
Jamethon appears in the doorway leading to the stairs, arriving from above. Jamethon has arrived.
Rotem looks to Rina with a smirk, "If he's God, I'm the Devil."
"Yeah, well, both o'you are fulla shit." The young woman smirks. "This might sting a little." She lays the antiseptic over the rent, and squeezes, watching his face intently.
Jarred looks expectantly at Rina, though he addresses Rotem. "I'm God as far as you're concerned, kid. And I *am* a Shadow Lord. We're...well, we're bad-asses."
Jamethon starts heading down the stairs and immeadiatly stops and snarls audiably. He takes a moment before continuing the rest of the way down growling. "What, or who?... smells like they fought a crawler and managed to survive?"
Yi comes back sans mop, lurking at the kitchenette doorway with a deep scowl on her face as she glances over her bloodied clothes. This is followed by a few rapid fire mutterings of Cantonese as she peels off her fleece.
Rotem bites his teeth down together as she applies the bandages. He grits out from behind clenched teeth, "Get b-bad asses."
Rotem says "Anyone w-who has to /say/ they a-are a bad ass, isn't.""
Jamethon looks down at the cub with cold eyes and at those words simply nods calmly. "Hey Jarred... step aside alright... I got the touch, the cub will be fine."
Yi growls audibly again, clearly not happy that her recently bought Skechers are also blood covered. Luckily they're black though. The jeans are a different story. "You should let him bleed. A /fucking/ high-on-his-horse warrior should bleed like one."
Rina, kneeling by the bed and starting to clean the wounds, glances over her shoulder. She snorts quietly and looks back to the Gnawer. "Sure you wanna waste your mojo on this? Apparently he deserved it... maybe he'll learn somethin' if he's laid up a few days. It ain't that bad." She starts dabbing at the edges of his rent-open middle.
Jarred turns to Jamethon. "With all due respect, man, I'd recommend you go heal Nevada first. He's cliath, and didn't attack first."
Rina nods. "Yeah," she agrees curtly.
Jamethon gives a cold look to Yi and then Rina, and finally Jarred. "He is a cub. Whatever happened, it is not his fault. Nevada /is/ a cliath, and should be able to by his own hand stay one when dealing with cubs." With that he kneels besides him and shifts to the hispo form, towering over the cub even more now. Who caused? he manages to grumble out as he places two paws ruffly upon the most massive of the wounds.
Rotem speaks to no one in particular, stareing up towards the cieling, "Yeah, I'm ok, really, oh look, /external/ organs. I was getting so bored of the internal kind, this is a nice change of pace. Maybe next week I can try sticking my hand in a blender, Woo!"
"Our 'victim' cub here decided not to submit to his elder, instead punching her in the gut because he wanted out of the boring basement. Into the street, where he could have ripped apart /another/ human who looked at him wrong, considering it is a fullmoon and he is an ahroun. Our newly rited cliath, whose relations are not as well with said cub, came back to find his fellow newmoon being attacked and thus took it upon himself to dispense proper punishment." She finishes her report, flicking a drop of blood onto the dented wall beside her.
Yi adds, "Any more lip and I'll stick your head in a blender, cub."
Jamethon grunts as Rina moves up her hands, and looks to Yi now. ~If you wish, I'll care for your cub, and then Nevada. For he should be able to handle himself better then a cub.~
Jarred rolls his eyes. "ok... you're the theurge. As long as you can spare some power for Nevada, the order doesn't reall matter."
Yi waves her hand nonchalantly to Jamethon. "Just heal him enough so that I don't have to see his insides, and get to Nevada. I'm going to change my clothes and talk a walk."
Rina lets out a breath, and stands, wiping blood on her thighs. "What-/ever/," she mutters, picking up the bag of first-aid supplies and stepping away.
Jarred points to Rina's thighs. "umm.. that's gonna stain something fierce..."
Yi wipes the fleece on jeans, and heads up the stairs with just a grunt to signify her leaving.